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evermoresqueiswriting · 14 days

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the one where clarisse learns about her love language

"Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury" - King Of My Heart, Taylor Swift

summary: after getting hurt during one game of capture de flag, clarisse gets taken care of by you and after this, clarisse went from never being at the infirmary to being there almost every day with a new injury. weird for an ares kid to get this easily injured, but you didn't mind

pairing: clarisse la rue x apollo!reader

word count: 6.2k i suddenly lost the ability to write shorter fics bruh

tags: fluff, clarisse fell first and harder

masterlist // ask box

No one at camp had a job at camp per say. Hephaestus kids were the ones forging the weapons campers used, and Demeter kids sometimes cooked dinner. And some Apollo kids – including yourself – were the designated healers at camp. So, it wasn’t your job, per say, to stay at the infirmary all day long, but you were.

You enjoyed the calm and serenity of that place. The sun always shined through the windows, and you could sunbathe all day long, while listening to your favourite songs or painting. Most of the time it was quiet, except when Will followed you there. He was a rather loud kid, he loved to ask questions and learn about everything you did.

“Shouldn’t you be playing with other kids your age instead of trying to work here?”

“Shouldn’t you be socialising with kids your age instead of working for free?” Will replied in the same tone.

“Rude!”

“I learned from the best,” he gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“I regret it. All the time,” you turned away. “If you’re gonna stay here, at least help me clean this place.”

The first time Will tried to help you clean this place, it was a disaster. Before you ran the infirmary, it wasn’t organised, everything was just laying around. Then you came in, and cleaned up the place, and organised it how you liked it. Will didn’t know that, so he just cleaned up like he thought was fine. It wasn’t. And you had lectured him about never – ever – touching anything again without you being there.

“Tomorrow’s Capture the Flag,” Will started. “They put really far from the flag and the fight, again,” he frowned.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It always happens when the Ares cabin is teaming up with us. They’re always leading the fight.”

“Well they are good,” you shrugged. “But you know you can talk to Lee about this, he’s our head counsellor and he could talk to Clarisse.”

He shook his head.

“Clarisse is kinda scary,” Will admitted.

“Did I never tell you to never judge a book by its cover,” you put your hands on your hips, “but in that case you’re right. Clarisse does scare me a little bit too. And I’m kinda glad she decided to put me far away from her this time.”

Will rolled his eyes, clearly still upset.

“Okay, I can see how this isn’t great,” you sighed. “If for the next one, we’re still teaming up with the Ares cabin, I’ll talk to Lee and Clarisse alright?”

He nodded. Hopefully, you weren’t going to team up with the Ares cabin anytime soon. You never talked to Clarisse, but you knew who she was. Everyone knew her. Ares daughter, head counsellor and incredibly scary. She was an amazing fighter, and no one wanted to be at the other end of her spear.

“I’m just saying,” you ranted to Lee at dinner, “Will is a kid and it sucks that you decided to exclude him.”

“Who’s ‘you’,” he inquired. “Clarisse was the brain behind everything. She’s the strategist.”

“And what are you? A plant? You were there when the strategy was being made,” you argued.

“But Will never said anything to me. It’s always been this way.”

“Well he told me, and I’m telling you. Please pass along this information if we ever get teamed up with the Ares cabin again,” you smiled.

“Sure,” Lee nodded. “You’re the boss.”

“‘m not,” you mumbled and kept on eating.

Lee was the Apollo cabin’s head counsellor. But really, you were his co-head counsellor. You have been at camp for a long time now, since the age of ten and you have always been a year-rounder at camp. But when the head counsellor spot freed up, you vouched for Lee. He wanted that position, he deserved it, and you agreed. But he always came for advice and your opinion.

Capture the Flag day finally arrived, and you were getting ready, putting your armour on. You picked your bow and slid it on your shoulder, before leaving your cabin. You joined your team – the red one – and everyone was there already. Clarisse stood tall and proud at the front, planting her spear next to her.

“Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged,” Chiron announced – like every single time. “Killing or maiming is not allowed.”

“Much to my regret,” Dionysus mumbled. “So yeah, let the game begin or whatever.”

Clarisse turned around, waved her hand around and people were running to their assigned position. You were on flag duty. On top of the hill that had a perfect view of your flag. If you saw anyone from the opposite side you'd shoot explosive arrows to blind and confuse them for a second, so your team had time to disarm them before they could reach your flag.

You looked around, and spotted Michael and Lee. Chatting, and looking around. Moving on. Ares' kids were fighting some kids from the Hephaestus cabin. Logic. And then you spotted Clarisse. Walking alone through the forest. Probably to the other side where the blue flag was.

But then you also spotted a group of three Athena kids – blue team – following her closely. Clarisse wasn’t stupid, she probably knew about them following her.

“What are you watching?” someone asked, startling you.

“Will! What are you doing here?”

“There wasn’t anyone around the borders, so I came to help you. So what are you staring at?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, going back to monitor your flag.

Will stared at you, huffed and went to look at what you were looking at.

“y/n?,” Will called for you.

“What?” you didn’t look at him.

“y/n!”

“What?” you gave him a quick glance.

“Something’s wrong.”

That caught your attention. You looked back at where Clarisse was. She seemed fine. The three Athena kids were no longer there though.

“What?”

“Don’t you see the trap?”

“What trap?” you frowned, looking more closely at where she stood.

It was a particularly sunny day. If your dad wasn’t Apollo, you’d be blinded by the sun rays. But your dad was Apollo, so you were doing great. And there it was. The trap. It was so bright, it was hard to spot it. And the Athena kids knew that. So when Clarisse walked over it, it was too late and something came flying toward her.

“What the hell?” you cursed before running down the hill. “Stay here,” you warned Will.

Before you left, you gave a quick glance back, and Clarisse was down, surely unconscious.

“Fuck.”

You sprinted towards where she was when you heard the emergency horn. The emergency horn that Chiron played at the start of every summer so campers would know what that sound meant. A warning for campers that the game stopped. When you reached Clarisse, Chiron and Mr D were already there. As well as most campers.

“What happened?” campers talked among themselves.

“Move!” you pushed the kids blocking you from reaching Clarisse.

Clarisse was bleeding from her forehead, and a metal stick was stuck in her left shoulder. It was overwhelming, people squeezing in to see what was going on, talking to each other. Even Chiron and Mr D couldn’t keep them in place. You kneeled beside Clarisse, trying to shield her from the campers, when you spotted one of the Athena kids that was following her earlier.

You stood swiftly, without leaving Clarisse unattended and grabbed his armour with both hands to bring him closer.

“You take another step toward Clarisse again and I’ll make sure you won’t ever, ever, see another healthy day again. I’ll make sure you and your brothers will wake everyday in pain wishing you were dead instead,” you cursed him.

You spoke in a low voice, but everyone heard. Just like that, everyone took a step back.

“y/n,” Chiron put his hand on your shoulder. “You’re needed in the infirmary, I’ll bring Clarisse there.”

You let him go, took your armour off and threw it on the ground before walking to the infirmary with your brothers close behind you. Michael had great healing skills too, so you’d need him. Will was learning so he stayed with you. Lee, as your head counsellor, also had to be here somehow.

“Can you really do that?” Will asked timidly. “Make them sick forever.”

“Apollo kids can inherit dad’s plague powers,” Lee stated. “But it’s rare, and never that powerful.”

Will stared at you, but you only stared at the door. Waiting for Chiron to arrive.

“Why are you so worried about Clarisse of all people,” Michael huffed.

Lee slapped his arm.

“What!” Michael rubbed his arm.

“Great to know that’s what you’d think if we were ever on the battlefield,” you noted, “choosing who to help and who can die.”

“That’s not what I said!” he shouted.

“Then why shouldn’t I be worried about an injured camper, who just happened to be Clarisse?” you shouted back.

Someone cleared their throat. You both stopped bickering. Chiron. He put Clarisse on the bed next to the window and stepped back so you and Michael could start working. You didn’t need to talk to know what to do. You trained together, as a team, for years, so everything was done flawlessly and quickly.

“She should be fine,” you announced, “I’ll stay and feed her ambrosia for the next few days and she should wake.”

“Great,” Chiron nodded, relieved. “Great work you two, as usual.”

They all left, except for Will and you both sat on the couch. You stared at Clarisse, with her head wrapped in a bandage, her shoulder too.

“She doesn’t look so scary now huh,” you said.

“No,” Will agreed. “So it really was the Athena cabin?”

“I don’t know, I mean I saw them. I don’t think Annabeth would’ve agreed to such a plan. As in a plan that’d almost kill their opponent in Capture the Flag. For a real quest, why not. But Capture the Flag?”

“What’s going to happen to those who pulled this stunt?”

“Well,” you sighed, “knowing Chiron, he’d probably just revoke their dessert privileges for two weeks instead of one. But I’m sure once she wakes up, she’ll know what to do.”

“Kill them?” Will ask, with a horrified expression.

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

Will left first, leaving you alone with Clarisse. You told him you’d join him later when dinner would come. You went to see Clarisse. The bandages were already soaked, so you carefully removed them. You carefully cleaned her wounds again before bandaging them again. You fed her a tiny amount of ambrosia before joining the rest of your siblings for dinner.

Before the feast could begin, Chiron gave a speech about how Capture the Flag wasn’t the place to settle personal accounts and that maiming and killing was forbidden. And how this time it went too far.

“I’ve talked to the head counsellor in question, and it will be taken seriously. There will be consequences, and I don’t ever want to see this happening ever again.”

Campers nodded along, and went back to their table. You devoured your food in no time, not forgetting to leave some for the offering. Then you rushed to shower and clean your face before running to the infirmary where you’d spend the next few nights.

“I really hope you’ll wake soon,” you told unconscious Clarisse. “I’m not used to having someone else in here.”

You walked around, putting things back where they’re supposed to, and walked back to where Clarisse was. Then you stood again, and sat.

“I’m crazy. A few hours with someone who doesn’t talk to me and I’m going insane,” you sighed. “Well, while we’re here, I have a few things to say, to get off my chest really,” you started your rant. “You know Will, my little brother. Well, Will is capable of holding his own, he can fight… maybe not your siblings, cause you’re all very, very, violent. But you don’t have to put him this far away each time you know, he notices.

“I’m saying,” you rested your back against the bed, “it could be different, you could come up with a different kind of strategy. It works for sure, you win a lot, but we could win in a different way also.

“You know I saw you,” you continued after a moment. “Being followed by these idiots. I thought you knew, and–,” you paused. “Ugh I should’ve tried to protect you. Warn you. It was my job. Why didn’t I think of that earlier? And it was hot as hell, you could’ve felt a little dizzy and I should’ve–”

“Shut up,” Clarisse wheezed.

You whipped around, standing up before backing away.

“Ar– Clarisse?” you whispered. “Are you feeling alright?” you walked to her.

Her eyes were still closed, she frowned and shook her head slightly.

“Waw, Ares kids are tougher than I thought,” you mumbled to yourself.

You went to grab some water and a straw, and sat next to Clarisse, on the bed.

“You should drink a bit.”

She opened her eyes, and stared at you, with a blank expression. You blinked, and smiled, holding up the straw to her mouth. You frowned when she refused to drink.

“Drinking water is good for you,” you added. “Please stop staring at me like you want to murder me.”

She rolled her eyes and drank everything before closing her eyes again, and turning her head on the other side.

“Well, I’ll be sleeping on this bed,” you pointed to the bed next to hers, “if you need anything, shout.”

Clarisse kept quiet, so you went to bed and fell asleep very quickly. Clarisse, on the other hand, could not fall asleep. She turned head around and looked at you. You clearly slept well, with your mouth slightly opened. After a few minutes of staring outside the window, her stomach growled. She needed to eat.

There had to be food in here – she looked around and spotted a basket full of fruits and cake. That’ll do. She gathered all her strength and tried to push herself up using her left arm and yelped in pain. That woke you up.

“What’s wrong?” you worried.

“Nothing,” Clarisse panted, biting her lips.

You rushed to her and saw her shoulder was bleeding again.

“What happened?” you worried, turning the lights on.

You grabbed clean bandages, and a clean towel with some alcohol and rushed back to her. Clarisse somehow managed to sit up, her right arm holding onto where her left shoulder was stabbed.

“Don’t cover it,” you pushed her hand away.

You started to remove the blood soaked bandages when she grabbed your hand to stop you. You gave her a questioning look. Clarisse quickly let go of your hand and looked away, breathing slowly. You opened your mouth, but then closed it and resumed your work.

“What were you trying to do anyway?” you asked when the wound was clean.

“I was hungry.”

“I–, I mean I did say to shout if you needed me but I was not thinking a pained scream with you bleeding again. Just a ‘hey y/n bring me food’ would’ve suffice. I would’ve been up. And that’s done. Good as new.”

Clarisse was still looking away from you which hid her head wound. When she turned her head toward you, you raised your hand to touch her face, but she flinched away hard at your sudden movement. You froze, too afraid to move again. No one talked or dared to breathe – the silence became heavy. Clarisse opened her eyes, and stared at you. She took your hand in hers and put it down.

“I–,” you breathed, “I was just going to check your head wound,” you murmured.

“Go ahead then,” she sat straighter.

You raised your hands slower this time, and tilted her head. You tore off her bandage and put it back in place. Clarisse could hear her heartbeat pacing up. Her mind and body stopped functioning. What was happening? She kept thinking about how your hands felt so warm in the night breeze, and how pretty you looked so close. Then when you dropped your hands, she came back to reality.

“Your face is still good. Like always,” and gave her a small smile.

“I’ll go eat,” she blurted out before leaving bed.

“Oh– okay. I can go to the kitchen and bring other things if you want.”

“No it’s fine,” she brushed you off, focused on the fruits in front of her.

Which was hard with you so close behind her. You watched Clarisse eat the strawberries and blueberries and grapes, and then you grabbed an orange and started to peel it. Once you were done you handed it to her. She grabbed it slowly and whispered a low thank you before eating it. Clarisse also ate half of the cake Katie brought to you earlier.

“Demeter kids, am I right,” you ate with her, “I don't know what they put in their cakes but I could eat them everyday. You should rest now,” you put your hand on her right arm and squeezed it. “You can barely stand.”

This time when Clarisse closed her eyes, she fell asleep instantly. And so did you. The next morning, you were the first one up. As soon as the sun rose, you were ready to start your day. You went to your cabin and washed up before grabbing a new toothbrush for Clarisse. You changed your clothes, and then went to the Ares cabin. You opened the door, and no one was up yet. You spotted the only empty bunk bed – Clarisse had one for herself – and saw her drawer next to it. You grabbed a new pair of pants, and a new camp-half blood tee and left in a hurry. Clarisse was up by the time you came back.

“I brought some of your clothes so you could change,” you gave her the clothes and the toothbrush. “I did sneak into your cabin, but I didn’t look through your stuff, don't worry about that,” you smiled. “I mean, except for your clothes – sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Well, I’ll let you change and I’ll be… not here for sure. I’ll go get breakfast!”

Clarisse watched you walk away, humming to some songs and when you were out of her sight, she got out of bed to change and clean herself. All she could think about was what happened yesterday. What even happened yesterday?

Before yesterday, you never spoke. She knew your name and vaguely knew what you looked like, but that was it. Since she arrived at camp, she didn’t once step into the infirmary – she didn’t need to. But now, for some reason, all she could think about was you. And how warm and soft your hands felt, how nice it felt to have you touch her face like that.

By the time you came back, Clarisse went back to bed and laid down. You gave her what you brought and you ate together, picking off the same plate.

“How are you feeling this morning? Does it still hurt?” you pointed at her shoulder.

“I’m—,” she stopped. “It still hurts,” which was true. “A lot,” that wasn’t..

“Really?” you worried. “I thought you’d be doing fine, because you woke so early. I thought your body was healing faster than most campers. Well,” you picked a strawberry with your fork, “you’ll have to stay here longer then.”

“Can’t go against the doctor’s orders,” she shrugged.

“True,” you smiled. “You finish this,” you pushed the plate toward her, “I’ll go get some supplies to change this,” you gently patted her shoulder.

You rolled your chair away, and grabbed what you needed and rolled back to Clarisse. You hopped onto her bed, and started your routine. The wounds were healing perfectly fine, and very quickly, so it was odd that Clarisse was still in extreme pain.

“I don’t think these wounds will scar,” you said.

“A shame, they’d make me look tougher.”

“Look?” you huffed. “You don’t need those to look tougher, you already do. Scary even,” you joke, but not really. “I mean I’m not scared– anymore… but yeah, some people may say– think you do. Anyway, scar or not, you’ll always look and be the toughest.”

“Anymore?” she grinned. “Were you before?”

“I mean,” you dragged that last vowel, “I don’t think scared is the right word. More like– intimidated. I never went to these meetings for Capture the Flag because I knew if you disagreed or worse – dismissed my ideas – I would’ve cried.”

“I never would’ve done that,” she chuckled, “I don’t think you’re capable of having bad ideas. Lee’s constantly praising you and giving us your ideas that I always take into account.”

“Really?” you couldn’t stop your smile.

She shrugged, and nodded. You playfully slapped her on the shoulder – the left one – and she yelped in pain.

“What the hell!”

‘Sorry!” you backed away, “it was a reflex.”

Clarisse ended up staying in the infirmary with you for three whole days, but she couldn’t fake it anymore when the wound completely healed and it was as if nothing had happened. The day she left, you cleaned up the room and sat alone on the couch, just like before.

It was weird. Usually, you enjoyed the silence and solitude of the room, but now it was as if time had stopped. Every time you looked at the clock, it’d only been two minutes. And so were the next few days. Then on Friday, as usual, Lee came in to visit. You worked in silence – which was the first odd thing Lee noticed – then he saw how you always stared at the empty bed Clarisse used to stay in.

“You’re being weird,” he said.

“I’m not!”

“You’re never this quiet when I visit.”

“The past few days were a bit dry,” you explained casually.

“You can say you miss Clarisse, it’s fine,” he sat next to you on the couch.

“I–,” you sighed. “It’s just… I was getting used to having someone with me.”

“Well maybe you should spend less time here and more time outside with, mmh I don’t know, Clarisse maybe.”

“What if she doesn’t see me as a friend though? What if I’m imagining things? She hasn’t visited me once.”

“Then you come back here, and the end.”

“I hate you,” you groaned. “You’re no help to me at all!”

When the door suddenly flew open which startled both of you. You could recognise these hair anywhere.

“Clarisse?” you called her name.

She turned to face you, and a gasp came out of your mouth before rushing to her.

“What happened to your face?” you held her arms.

Clarisse had a nasty cut going from her eyebrow to her hairline. She stared at you without saying anything before turning her gaze to Lee, and he spurted out some excuses and then left. But before he closed the door, he gave you a knowing look saying ‘see, she’s here’.

“What happened?” you frowned.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. She cleared her throat. “These few days of rest weren’t a good idea I think.”

“That’s–,” you paused, “not accurate.”

But before she could reply, you grabbed her arm and dragged her to the other side of the room, and let her sit on the chair. You grabbed clean cotton and some alcohol and started to clean her wound. You stood closely to her, between her legs with her hands holding onto your thighs to stay steady.

“How did this happen anyway?” you asked.

“I was practising with my brothers.”

You frowned, and tried to step away but Clarisse was holding on tight to your thighs.

“You got beat up by your brothers?” you repeated with a raised eyebrow. “I have a hard time believing this. You’re just better than them,” you said casually before patching up her wound.

“Why do you know so much about my brothers’ skills?”

“I don’t! I know about yours. And from what I saw in the past, it’s always you leading the fight so I assumed that’s because you’re the best among them.”

“Mh,” she hummed, “well I guess you haven’t been doing your job very well if I’m not back to my old self yet,” she grinned.

“Or,” you grinned back, “maybe it’s your skills. I think they need a little sharpening. Maybe I could spare some time and teach you if you need.”

She suppressed a smile.

“Or, maybe you just want to spend time with me.”

You were close to each other, and Clarisse was still holding onto you. You crossed your arms, and stared at her. She was looking up at you, and you were looking down, which was a rare occurrence since she was much taller than you.

“I’m doing a favour to you at best. But if you don’t want to,” you sighed, “it’s–.”

“I do,” she affirmed.

That was the start of your friendship. Turns out Clarisse was really glad to hang out with someone that wasn’t her sibling. She was always the one seaking you out. At lunch, at dinner, during classes. All the time. Even when you were working, because somehow she always, always, ended up getting hurt.

One of the first times she came in after your friendship hangouts was for a sprained ankle. She came in limping, and threw herself on her – not really – bed, groaning.

“What happened?” you rushed to her side, worried. “You’re lucky I just came back in here!”

Clarisse didn’t want to admit this, but that was exactly why she was here. She was on her way to her cabin when she spotted you walking around with your sisters and she was so focused on you that she tripped and fell.

“I just fell,” she explained.

“You just fell,” you repeated slowly. “Right. Well lucky you because this,” you patted her leg, “will heal in no time with this,” you brought her some ambrosia.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Oh.”

Then the next time she came, like the next few ones, were always injuries that required you to clean up the wound, and then patch her up. It went from tiny cuts to ‘I have a bruise here’ then showing you her perfectly unbruised skin to serious injuries that she got during Capture the Flag.

“You know at this rate I feel like you’re doing this on purpose,” you joked when she came in for the umpteenth time. “What is it this time?”

She shrugged and sat on her designated bed, and laid down. You joined her and sat next to where her legs rested. She held up her hand and you took it before she dragged you to lay beside her. The beds in the infirmary weren’t big enough for two so you were half laying on Clarisse with her arm resting behind your head.

“Did you paint that?” she asked.

The ceiling was painted by the Apollo cabin, all together you decided on a design and painted it over weeks worth of work.

“Here,” you pointed at the top of the painting. “That was painted by me.”

“Two planets?”

“The moon and Saturn,” you smiled.

“Linked by a thread?”

“Yea, the red string of fate. It’s from Chinese mythology. The old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages, would tie together two people with this red string of fate and they are destined to be together, to be lovers regardless of time, place or circumstances. And no matter what, that thread will never break. It can stretch or get tangled up, but it never breaks.”

“And what about the moon and Saturn then?” she frowned, confused.

“Because,” you paused. “Your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn,” you started to sing, “Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long.”

You turned your head to look at her only to see confusion on her face.

“Taylor Swift, seven,” you explained. “It’s great, we’ll have to listen to it someday.”

“Sure.”

“Really?” you looked at her excitedly.

“Yeah, you seem to like her so sure, I’ll listen with you,” she shrugged.

“Oh and that’s Will’s painting,” you showed her another corner. “That’s my dad and his lover, Hyacinthus. That’s where the name of the flower came from. Isn’t that kind of sweet how he named a flower after him.”

“I mean didn’t Apollo kill – by accident – Hyacinthus?” she grimaced.

“Or Zephyrus was so jealous of my dad that he killed his lover, because he couldn’t get no man. My dad is an excellent archer. His aim never failed him. I don’t see how it’s possible for him to kill his lover. But gods being petty over these kinds of things, that I can believe.”

Clarisse hummed in agreement.

“But enough about my father’s love life,” you shrugged, turning around to face Clarisse, “what about your dad? Still desperately trying to woo someone else’’s wife?”

“I don’t want to talk about my dad,” she yawned, then closed her eyes.

“Okay.”

Just as you were about to continue talking, you noticed that Clarisse had fallen asleep. It was still early in the afternoon so it was still bright outside. You looked around and started to get up so you could pull the curtains but Clarisse grabbed your arm to pull you closer to her, locking you in her arms.

“Don’t go,” she mumbled.

“Okay,” you whispered and stayed still.

The thing was, Clarisse was like a human radiator. Sleeping in her arms felt exactly like sleeping under tons of heavy blankets. This much warmth only resulted in falling asleep in Clarisse’s arms. When you woke, you were alone in bed.

“Slacking off during work hours,” Lee said standing next to you.

“Fuck!” you jumped off bed. “Why were you staring at me sleeping!” you screamed.

“You weren’t there and it’s almost time for dinner. I’m being a nice brother!” he shouted back.

“Oh. Well, thanks!” you yelled, and gave him a smile.

You both left to join your siblings at the dining pavilion, and once you sat at your usual spot, you scanned the room in search of Clarisse. She was at her table like usual, and eating in silence, head hanging low. Your tactic of staring at her wasn’t working even though you knew she knew that you were staring at her.

“What are you doing?” Lee kicked you with his elbow. “Did something happen with Clarisse?” he whispered.

You shook your head.

“I mean,” you leaned in whispering, “we did sleep together.”

Lee’s eyes widened, mouth wide open and he backed away in shock.

“You– you slept together? In the infirmary?”

“Not slept together,” you rolled your eyes, “she fell asleep and did I.”

“Ah.”

“Anyways, she left without saying anything,” you explained. “And now, I feel like she’s avoiding me.”

“It’s only been a few hours.”

“She’s avoiding me, I’ve been staring at her for at least fifteen minutes and nothing. Not a glance from her.”

“Okay creep. But once again, just talk to her. It would solve all your problems here.”

“She’s the one who doesn’t talk. I talk. A lot!”

“Trust me, I know. I just don’t think Ares kids are the best at talking, you know.”

“Fine.”

But as it turned out, Clarisse mastered the art of avoiding people – you – when she wanted to. Whenever you tried to talk to her, she would disappear. After a few days of trying, you gave up and told everything to Lee.

“If she doesn’t want anything to do with me, then fine by me,” you frowned, holding back your tears.

“I’m sure you’re overthinking this,” he tried to comfort you.

“Oh please,” you huffed. “You saw what happened this morning when I tried to talk to her. I’ll get over it,” you whispered. “I’ll get over her.”

Lee considered himself your best friend, and favourite brother. You never said these things, but he considered you his best friend and favourite sister. And as your best friend he had to do something, he had to talk to Clarisse and give her a piece of his mind. So that night, he was a man on a mission. He walked to the Ares cabin, and waited for Clarisse to either go or or go out.

“Clarisse!” he called her name when she finally left her cabin.

“What do you want, Fletcher?” Clarisse sighed, clearly annoyed.

“Oh, so you do speak. And here I thought you lost that ability,” he snickered.

“I will punch you in the face.”

Lee rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“I’m not scared, unlike you.”

“What–.”

“You’re scared to talk to y/n for whatever reason, and I need you to pluck up the courage to talk to her because you’re making her miserable by avoiding her.”

“I–,” she froze.

Was she making you miserable?

“You’re just doing your thing and going to her when you need, when you want but have you ever thought about what she was thinking? No. You would if you’d just listened to her, but no,” he made a big gesture, “avoiding her like the plague.”

“Why are you telling me this?” she mumbled, looking away.

“I’m telling you that you made a mistake, and if you continue down this path you’re going to lose her for good. I’m not saying this for you, because I couldn’t care less about you, but y/n is my sister and I want her to be happy and for some reason you are making her happy,” he rolled his eyes, “so do whatever you want with this information.”

Clarisse stood there, not saying anything, watching Lee walking away. But then he stopped and turned around to walk toward her again.

“Before I forget,” Lee added before throwing his strongest punch in her face. “For making my sister cry.”

And he ran away, before Clarisse could punch him back. But Clarisse was too busy thinking about you to think about Lee and what he just did. If it weren’t for that afternoon in the infirmary, she probably would’ve ran to you so you could take care of her, but now, she couldn’t. So she went to sleep, wishing that tomorrow it’ll be better.

You were one of the first campers to arrive for breakfast. You ate slowly, and by the time the dining pavilion was filled with campers, you were done. But you stayed and listened to your siblings talk. Just as you were about to leave, Clarisse came in and you dropped your fork in shock. She had a black eye and her cheek was bruised, with her nose in a weird shape. She looked at you, as you stood urgently. But then you froze – should you go to her? You sat back down, still staring at Clarisse.

“What happened to her?” Will whispered to you.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back.

“You don’t? I thought you were friends.”

“Yea, me too,” you sighed.

Clarisse was walking to her table, dragging her feet along and when she walked past the Apollo table, you stood and grabbed hand, forcing her to face you. When you noticed several heads staring at you, you dragged Clarisse away and brought her to the archery field.

“What happened to your face?” you held her face in your hands.

“Nothing,” she leaned into your touch.

“Clarisse,” you whispered. “Just talk to me please.”

“Lee came to have a little chat with me yesterday.”

“He did this?” you gasped.

“Yeah.”

You held your hand to your mouth, in shock and to hide a tiny part of you that wanted to laugh.

“And?” you asked.

“He said I was making you miserable.”

“That’s not true!” you insisted.

“I ignored you. And I shouldn't have. I don’t–” she hesitated, “want to lose you,” she mumbled.

“Then just talk to me, we’re friends too.”

“I– I don’t know,” she stepped back and took a deep breath. “I was confused! I– I don’t know I like it when you take care of me,” she admitted in a low voice. “I’m being weird and–.”

“You’re not,” you held her arms. “It’s not weird to love physical touch. I mean, I just assumed that it was your love language you know.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“I think what you like is when I hold you or when I touch you because you love physical touch,” you began, “and you were doing everything to visit me, pretending to be a bad fighter and getting hurt on purpose.”

“No that’s no–,” she shook her head.

“It’s fine! My love language is quality time, and there’s nothing wrong—.”

“No it’s different–.”

“It’s not! It’s fi—.”

“It’s because I like you,” she blurted out.

Oh. You couldn’t help but smile at her confession.

“It’s not funny!” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“I’m not laughing! I’m… happy about this outcome,” you rested your head against her arms and looked up. “Because I like you too Clarisse.”

“Really?” she stared at you.

You nodded.

“I’m sorry about ignoring you,” she added.

“Mmh,” you smiled, “I accept your apology. But you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“Anything you want.”

“A kiss?”

Clarisse uncrossed her arms and held your face instead and leaned in to kiss you eagerly. And you happily gave in, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“Mmh, keep doing that and I’ll forgive you, no doubt.”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Could I request Larissa x student reader where r very smart but doesn't apply themselves because they don't work well in classroom settings so Larissa decides to tutor r herself. This leads to Larissa teaching r some other things when she learns r is a virgin.

Heyyy anon! Thanks for the request. I absolutely love this idea. Caring, warm NSFW Larissa has a special place in my heart. The student!reader is of age in this ofc.

First Times Ch 1: Humble Beginnings ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Sorceress!Reader

Link to Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, virgin!reader, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, implied future sex, kissing, etc.

Enjoy (;

You knew you weren’t dumb. Even with other students thinking that. You may have been failing majority of your classes, but you weren’t dumb. You were just bored.

With your magical abilities and your early thirst for knowledge, your classes just bored you. They were just so slow. You preferred learning things on your own either by experience or in your books.

One certain Friday evening after all classes had ceased, you were called into Principal Weems’ office. You knocked at the large set of doors and received a “Come in” from the other side. You entered the large yet comforting office.

“Ah, Ms. L/N! Please, do close the door and come sit down.” Principal Weems looked up from her work, greeting you and indicating to the chairs by her desk.

You did as you were told and sat down in a chair across from her and the desk.

“So, Ms. L/N… Do you have any idea why I called you in her today?” She asked you.

“Have I done anything wrong, Principal Weems?” You genuinely asked her.

“Darling, please call me Larissa when it’s just us, and not really…” she paused for a moment, “It’s about your grades, love.”

“Oh.” You suddenly felt embarrassed and like a disappointment, which was odd because you could care less about your grades.

“I know firsthand how smart you are, Dear. You crushed all the scholarship exams and essays with your intellect. So, I don’t understand what the problem is, perhaps you can enlighten me?” Larissa caringly explained.

“I don’t know… I just get… kinda bored.” You mumbled, head down and fiddling with your hands.

“Hmmmm… Would it perhaps be helpful if I tutored you for the time being? Maybe a change of scenery when learning would be less boring?” Larissa suggested.

Your stomach did flips at her words.

“I don’t know… sure.” You responded, looking up and meeting her caring eyes.

“Wonderful. Shall we say twice per school week plus Saturday mornings?” Larissa smiled.

“Ok.”

“Alright love, I’ll see you tomorrow at 9am sharp.”

You nodded and exited her office, you face red and your stomach churning in anticipation.

~~~

Weeks went by and Larissa’s tutoring was actually helping you, and your grades looked to be actually salvageable. And you also just enjoyed seeing Larissa three times a week now. It was nice to have someone who could play to your intelligence and challenge you.

You woke up this Saturday morning like the past ones, readying yourself for your 9am tutoring session with Larissa. On top of that, the Rave’N was this evening. You were trying to forget about it. It was stupid. Teenagers were stupid. You just didn’t understand them.

Trying to ignore the impending dance, you made your way through mainly sleeping school to Larissa’s office. You knocked and entered as per usual.

“Good Morning, Dear.” Larissa greeted you.

“Morning.” you replied with a slight yawn.

“Awww, is my little smarty pants still tired…?” Larissa teased you.

You blushed heavily at her lighthearted comment. You always blushed hard around her…

You sat down in your usual chair and brought out your work. Although have of your sessions were usually just you and Larissa chatting…

“The Rave’N is tonight. Will I be seeing you there?” Larissa inquired.

Your head shot up from your studies, “Your going to the Rave’N?”

“Hmmmm, yes I am. Are you?”

“I don’t know… I wasn’t going to.”

“Oh, why is that?” Larissa asked, putting her own work aside, becoming more intrigued in the conversation.

“I just… I think it’s all kinda dumb.” You confessed.

“What about it is dumb?” Larissa questioned.

“Oh I mean no offense!” You immediately gushed out, not wanting to accidentally offend Larissa, “It’s just that everyone is just talking about dates and after parties and activities.”

Larissa hummed in response, “And you think that’s all dumb?”

“No, I just think it’s just… I don’t know… I just don’t know much about any of that…” you bashfully admitted, completely prepared for Larissa to laugh at the fact that there is a topic in which your completely inexperienced in.

But Larissa didn’t do that.

“You don’t know much about what exactly? Dating?” Larissa asked with surprise.

“No… well yes and parties and dating related activities, like sex…” you practically whispered the last of your words.

It took Larissa a second to process your words and her own shock.

“You’re a virgin?” She bluntly asked.

“Yes…” you choked out, face red with embarrassment.

Larissa immediately registered your demeanor, “Hey love, it’s alright. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Tears were staring to threaten your eyes, “Right but it means that I don’t know anything in that area… I’m just useless in that subject matter…”

Larissa immediately got up from her chair, to your surprise, and just embraced you.

“You are not useless. And I’m sure that whomever you choose to be with you for the first time will be extremely lucky to have you and be extremely knowledgeable in the matter.” Larissa comforted you.

“Does that sounds like any teenager you know?” You rhetorically questioned the woman with a tone of self-deprecating humor.

Larissa looked into your eyes, reassuring you “You will find someone.”

You gave her a weak smile.

“Why don’t we end early today and I’ll plan to see you at the dance?” Larissa suggested.

“Ok.” You said through a chocked voice, and you left.

You left Larissa in her office to contemplate her words…

You did have a point… What teenager could actually serve your needs?

Larissa put her doubts away, reassuring herself that you would indeed find someone.

~~~

You spent the rest of your day replaying the morning in your mind. Until, it was time for the dance. You found your best white outfit, putting it on, and made your way to the dance.

Like normal, you were just kinda ignored by all. You had gotten used to it. You spotted Larissa and Ms Thornhill in a corner of the room, Larissa wearing a stunning white dress… Although, when was she never not stunning…

Having nothing else to do anyways, you made your way over to the two staff members.

“Miss L/N, might I say lovely you look.” Larissa complimented you with a glint in her eyes just for you.

“Thank you, Principal Weems. You do as well.” You responded, causing Larissa to have the tiniest blush wash over her face.

“I’m gonna go refill the punch.” Ms Thornhill declared, leaving the two of you.

“So… any luck finding someone?” Larissa asked you.

You chuckled in self defeat, “No…”

“Oh. Well I’m sorry love.” Larissa comforted you while looking around the party.

This entire time she had witnessed everyone just ignore you.

Everyone ignore your brilliance, your beauty, your attractiveness…

“Would you…” Larissa began, “Would you perhaps be interested in going to have a drink in my office?”

“I’d like that.” You immediately returned, wanting to get away from everyone as quickly as possible.

Larissa nodded. And she led you to her office.

Closing the door behind you, she made her way to her desk, but instead of going to her liquor cabinet, she simply leaned against the desk.

“Is everything alright?” You asked the tall blonde.

“Hm?” Larissa caught your eye, being brought back from deep thought by your words.

“Are you ok?” you repeated your concern.

“I…” Larissa began her statement but paused again, scrunching her brows,

“What if… What if I taught you?” she hesitantly spoke, not meeting your eye.

“What?” You asked, your stomach doing summersaults at Larissa’s words.

Larissa moved and leaned against the desk where she was now facing you directly. She slowly raised herself where she was now looming over you.

“Do I make you nervous, darling?” She whispered, while tucking a stray hair behind you ear.

Your cheeks flushed with redness at her close presence and intimate words. You stuttered to find your words, but failed.

Larissa came down to your face, cupping your cheek, “Would it be alright if I kiss you?”

You sheepishly nodded.

“I need you to use your words, Darling.” She purred.

“Yes, please…” you whispered.

Larissa then grazed her lips to yours, before taking you in fully. You hadn’t ever done this before, so you kinda panicked. Larissa registered this and guided your hands to her shoulder and hips.

“Is this alright, love?” she asked, wanting to make sure to check in with you.

“Yes.” You whimpered into her lips.

She then slowly moved you to sit on her lap in her office chair.

“Relax, love… you’re safe here.” Larissa cooed as you slowly relaxed into the kiss more.

She gently guided you to straddle her over the chair, “Is this alright, love…?”

“Yes, god yes…” you breathlessly responded.

The kiss got more passionate and needy as Larissa was taking her time exploring your cavern with her tongue. At one point you full on moaned as Larissa had instinctually bucked her hips up and met your sensitive core. You blushed furiously at the sound you had just admitted.

“Hey, no… I want to hear you, my Darling.” Larissa cooed, she lowered her voice and purred into your ear “I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure, as I’m the one who takes you for the first time… But only if that’s what you truly want.”

You whimpered at her words, and your own hips were slightly jerking forward in search for some kind of friction.

Then Larissa pulled away with a serious look, “But only if that’s truly what you want, Y/N.” She seriously repeated herself.

God, your name on her lips was divine…

Her caring, lustful eyes meet your desperately needy one.

“Yes, god yes… Please Larissa…!” You mewled and bucked your hips into her lap, meanwhile being completely shook at your own words.

Larissa smirked at your own shock from your desperation.

“Ok. Well if your uncomfortable with anything just say ‘red’, okay?”

“I understand.” You whimpered, desperate for her touch.

Larissa then proceeded to pick you up and swap places with you, placing herself in between your legs.

“Can I roll your dress up?” She gently asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, “yes please..”

Larissa then rolled your dress up to give her enough access.

“Spread your legs for me, love?” Larissa cooed.

You did as you were told.

Then Larissa began peppering your thighs with kisses and marks, eliciting little moans and whimpers from you. Larissa worked her way up your thighs until she was met by your knickers.

“Can I take these off” she asked breathlessly and her own pupils now blown up.

“Please…!” You eagerly nodded.

Removing your knickers, Larissa was met with your soaked cunt, making her mouth water.

“Would you prefer my tongue or my fingers, love?” Larissa asked, looking up at you, her eyes full of care and lust.

You gulped and went red at her question.

“Um… tongue?”

Larissa nodded, lowering herself to your heat. She began slowly, dragging her tongue through your wet folds. Sparks of electricity washed through you with every swipe of her tongue against your core.

“OHhhhH, god yes…!” You breathily moaned, bucking your hips up to meet Larissa’s tongue.

Larissa took that as a sign for her to be able to speed up a bit, eliciting only more moans and mewls from your lips. And when Larissa began to tongue fuck your pussy… You were screaming for her, your thighs clenching around her head.

“Please… please…!” You pled.

“What, love? Use your words.” Larissa purred into your pussy.

“Mmm’ go faster please…!!” You moaned out, your back arching into the pleasure.

Larissa happily obliged, fucking your cunt with her tongue even faster. Her hands were keeping your thighs from crushing her head as you cried out in pleasure. Larissa felt your walls start to flutter more and more against her tongue.

“Do you want to cum, love?”

“Yes please!!” You cried out, jerking your hips desperately to meet Larissa’s tongue.

“Go ahead, darling. Cum for me.” Larissa purred into your cunt, as she tongue fucked you over your edge.

You screamed her name, as your whole body was washed over by a white, pleasurable heat. Larissa lapped your cunt up and cleaned you up, helping you down from your high. As she came up to your level again, she found you a panting, post-orgasm blissful mess.

Larissa smiled at the sight. This time it was you who leaned in and connected your lips to yours. You moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on Larissa’s mouth. You both broke the kiss for air. Then you both just sat there and laughed for a second. Larissa stroked your cheek, smiling.

“Maybe next time…” you whispered, your shyness returning, “you could use your fingers…?”

Larissa chuckled at your comment and nodded.

“If you want there to be a next time, i have many other things to show you.” Larissa purred into your ear.

~~~

Chapter 2 with more new experiences… 😉

Larissa Weems Masterlist

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Percy Jackson x Younger Sister!Reader.

(a/n; Thank you anon for the request! This was so fun to write!💗)

(To make things easier, when Percy is talking/thinking it will be in blue

And it will be in black when either is narrating,

When Reader is talking/thinking it will be in purple)

(Percy’s POV)

*camera zooms in on Percy laying down on a bed in the infirmary with an ice pack on his nose*

Ok, yes that is me…. Yes I look dumb, go ahead and laugh…. But to know how I got into this situation, I’ll have to start at the beginning. (And no, I don’t mean back how everything started with Chaos, and Gaia and Ouranos, I already told that story. I mean how everything started today)

Let me set the scene,

I was having a wonderful dream about me and Annabeth getting married (ah what a wonderful dream!) when I was woken up by the sound of pained whimpering. Now you might be thinking “ah a ghost” and that’s what I was thinking until I remembered that my sister is in the bed across the room in our cabin… give me a break! I was still half asleep!

As a wonderful big brother (even though she hates it when I call her my “little sister” because we’re only one year apart in age) I decided to check on her. You see, she had gone on a quest a few days ago and only got back a few hours ago. When I went to check on her I noticed blood staining the sheets of the bed…Obviously not a good sign. When she saw me she pretended to still be asleep, I know Annabeth calls me “seaweed brain” but I’m not stupid.

“I know your not asleep! Are you hurt-I mean obviously you’re hurt! What happened-never mind we gotta get you to the infirmary!” I said panicking

Look I know she’ll be fine once she eats some ambrosia, but I’ve seen way to many people I care about get hurt or die, and this was my baby sister so I was NOT chancing it.

I picked her up in my arms and ran to the infirmary, unfortunately there was no one there since it was in the middle of the night. I knew where to find the best doctor I know. I ran to the Hades cabin and knocked on the door as loudly as possible without waking up the surrounding cabins. Suddenly the door slammed open

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” Whisper screamed a small emo.

“It’s (reader)! She’s hurt and no one is at the infirmary! I need to borrow Will!” I said hurriedly

“Σκατά! Will! Come here!” Said the tiny Anubis lookalike

Soon enough the sunshine boy himself came, once Nico filled him in on the situation, he followed me to the infirmary.

“So what happened?” Will asked my sister

“When I was on my way back from my quest, I was jumped by a monster.” She replied casually

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier!?!” I exclaimed

“I didn’t think it was that bad! I figured I could just down some ambrosia later but I forgot and then I couldn’t get out of bed!” She argued back

“Why didn’t you tell me?!? I could’ve helped! That’s my job! As your big brother, it’s my job to protect you!!!” I argued

“I can handle myself! Besides I didn’t want to worry you!” She said

“First of all, no. I’m ALWAYS worried about you. No matter what you and mom are the most important people to me. I know you can handle yourself! I trust in you and in your abilities! That doesn’t change the fact that I still care about you! That doesn’t change the fact that, like it or not, you are my little sister and I love you! If you get hurt you can always come to me, and I’ll be there no matter what.” I said trying to make sure she understood me.

“I know.…. I love you too… even if you’re annoying.” She said rolling her eyes at the end.

“You, my dear little sister, are the annoying one.” I snarked back.

“We’ll, that was touching…. Anyway, (reader l) you are clear to go, please refrain from waiting this long before getting treated for an injury. You’re lucky it didn’t get infected.” Said the doctor (is he a doctor? I mean, he’s younger than me!) after he patched up my sister and gave her some ambrosia.

“You got it doc” she said, saluting him (see, I told you she was annoying) (said affectionately)

Yep, this is where the story ends. Forget what you saw at the first of thi-

“Absolutely NOT! They need to know!!!”

“No!!!”

“Yes!!”

“No no no no no!”

“Yes yes yes yes yes! And I’ll be the one to tell it!”

“Ugh! Fine”

(Reader’s POV)

After the heart to heart with the Μαλάκας, and after getting cleared by my doctor,

We were leaving to go back to our cabin with Percy walking in front of me, when suddenly the door to the infirmary slammed open and smacked my brother so hard he went FLYING into one of the cots! You should’ve seen it! It was HILARIOUS!!!!! Conner Stoll came into the infirmary with Travis slumped over his shoulders (something about Travis trying to sneak hair dye into the shampoo in the Aphrodite cabin and getting caught, idk I was too busy laughing to listen)

And that kids, is the story of how the great Percy Jackson lost a fight to a door and broke his nose. (Don’t worry the ambrosia fixed it lol) I would, while I have your attention, give you a list of Percy’s top 10 most embarrassing childhood stories, but I’m tired so I’m going to bed. Good night!

Hey anon! I hope you liked this! Thank you for the request! And thank you for your patience! 💗

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #x reader #sister reader #platonic reader #daughter of poseidon

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The Snow Queen

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Tanya Denali x Reader

A/N: Why was finding a reason for the reader to have some kind of power so difficult this time for real? Anyways how are you guys I missed you, hope your lives are going well 🤍

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Circe was a goddess of sorcery who was skilled in the magic of transmutation, illusion, and necromancy.

Artemis: Goddess of nature, childbirth, wildlife, the Moon, the hunt, sudden death, animals, virginity, young women, and archery

It was certainly one of the most beautiful aspects of having such advanced eyesight. The ability to zone out and shut out the endless drone of sound she was forced to constantly hear without a seconds rest. By focusing on the details no human eye would be able to see, she could find a moments peace. The intricate details of every snowflake that landed on the strawberry blonde tips of her curled hair. She took in a deep breath, a crisp fresh scent of freshly packed snow. The release of air did not create even the slightest plume of smoke. Why would it when there was no warmth that came from inside of her. She copied the human action she’d seen many times over and tightened her hold on her jacket. Though it provided no actual change in her body temperature it still had a feeling of normalcy, the slight pressure change was almost enough to trick her mind that she was warming her cold body up. Her eyes looed up from her hair, landing on her gloves, and then they began to scan the horizon as they did every morning as of late, perhaps today would be the day she’d change her mind. Seen how mistaken she had been. The soft crunching of two pairs of feet on the hardened snow let her know her peaceful morning was about to come to an end.

“Tanya.”

“Don’t.”

“Tanya. We cannot survive like this.”

“You are always welcome to leave Eleazar. I’ve never forced you to stay here.”

“Tanya please, my husband means no harm. With all of the protection efforts being put in place we only worry we will attract attention.” Carmen tiptoes around the blonde, her patience growing thinner by the day.

“I will not stray from the diet. You are more than welcome to go back to eating humans but do so away from my home.”

It was an empty threat. Tanya didn’t have it in her to feel otherwise. For years life had been peaceful, perhaps sad at times when they would remember their losses but peaceful nonetheless. Then Garrett got bored. As far as Tanya was concerned this was all his fault. He had always been rather obnoxious to her, his shameless flirting had won over her sister and suddenly she became the only one without a mate. Without love. It wasnt fair. Human men no longer satisfied her, she was getting reckless. Using too much of her strength. Tanya had convinced herself that they were going unnoticed. She was a fool. With the years passing men seemed to become weaker? No. Stronger. Louder. More Aware.

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‘What are you?’

‘Why are you doing this?’

‘Please…stop’

Those words were the ones that stuck out the most. Before she could control her thirst, sure there were casualties both now… no one had ever told her to stop. She’d heard the stories from Rosalie, Siobhan, the horrors they went through. Tanya had been sick for weeks, discovering she had been no better than those monsters who had hurt her friends. How many men had done as she asked out of fear? It had been driving her mad for weeks. Had she been so blind to think they enjoyed it when she could barely feel anything at all? Then Garrett just had to question her recent lack of nightlife.

‘What’s the matter barbie? Tired of ravaging the villagers?’

‘What... did you just say?’

‘Garrett.’ Kate hissed

‘What? Are we still pretending they enjoy could ever enjoy our company that way?’

‘Would you suggest we kill them?’ Tanya scoffed at the idea, surely it couldn't have been that bad.

He shrugged, ‘I’m sure most them knew it could happen, probably would have prefered it in most cases. You can go on pretending as much as you want but just like Carlisle and his family…they can tell. No matter how much we may want we dont...we arent like them. All we do is cause pain Tan. No matter what way we come into conatct with them.’

He… knew? Did her sister? Did she care? Did she even want to know? No, not really, what Tanya wanted was an excuse. Garrett gave her an excuse. Suddenly the long peaceful days had turned into screaming matches filled with accusations, fights, threats. Every grievance aired like laundry. It was only days before they were at an impasse.

‘You need to get him out.’

‘He’s just worried. We all are. And by the way, you may have been turned first but you are not in charge of me.’

‘Kate please. We have lost too much to be at each others throats like this.’

‘Oh please. Stop. Just stop bringing it up. You act as if this is all his doing. We both know this stopped being about—‘

‘Don’t.’

Kate sighed, ‘It stopped being about "her" ages ago. You were basically her daughter, when she couldn’t replicate you with me, she turned Irina. Do you ever think I wanted this to be forced into a family I knew nothing about? It was only when Visili had come up that you even noticed a fraction of her neglect. Tell me sister, you were the one with the wonderful idea to find someone who could comfort us in our grieve... tell me how many men did you smell on me? You think I lured men to comfort myself? I’ve play along enough.’

‘You…wanted to kill them? Want to kill them? Even now?’

‘God- are you even…. Look. I do not care to hide what I am. We need food. I just played with mine a little.’ Kate shrugged, she said it so simply. A fact that everyone should know. It was something her and Irina never talked about, how Kate always seemed to leave early, never having even a hint of any man on her. Women sometimes but not in that way...Tanya blinked a few times to try and regain her composure.

‘And the women?’ She scoffed, both knowning Kate would never put herself in a position to harm another woman. Neither did Tanya, she supposed maybe deep down she did know what she was doing.

‘Better company. We all grieved differently. But times have changed.’ End of discussion. Tanya had to refocus the conversation, she wouldn't, couldnt lose another sister. Especially not because of her doing.

‘What do we do then?’

‘There’s less animals lately, don’t try and pretend otherwise. We can’t feed too much without drawing attention from the humans.’

‘You can’t be serious.’

‘I’m done arguing Tanya. There’s too many conservation efforts and the locals are noticing the alarming lack of animals. We have to get off the diet. It-" Kate took a quick breath, steadying herself in an attempt to show her sister she was on her side, "It doesnt have to be a permanent solution.'

'No.' Tanys turned away quickly trying to stop whatever conclusion was coming

'Tanya.' Kate grabbed her shoulder, causing the shorter blond to whirl back around, furious. Kate took a step back, there was a new rage building in her sister. Something she had never seen before, and certainly never thought it could ever be aimed towards her.

'I said NO!' Tanya shook with rage. This was all she had left. She needed to keep this one thing, even if just for herself. She had never raised her voice with so much venom at her sister. Her voice to something that could only be described as a mere notch above a whisper, 'If you're so worried...go.'

'Tanya...' The sisters stared at eachother for what seemed an eternity. The silence was so deafening they thought they were able to hear the snow landing on the ground. Eleazar and Carmen watched Kate seem scared for the first time in their life. Her own voice soft, laced with concern

'If you insist on changing our lifestyle. Fine. Leave. And go eat happily elsewhere."

Kates lip trembled for only a second before her steel reserve returned, her eyes darkening, 'Fine.'

Garrett suddenly tried to be the one to diffuse things, started apologizing for angering Tanya to get them to where they were now. In truth, with food this sparce they had all begun worrying. He would never live with himself if Kate lost her sister. ‘Look Tanya, I shouldn’t have—‘

But before he could say more Kate grabbed his hand. With a slight shake of her head, Garret quietly nodded and followed his mate out the door.

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Now… here it was. Only weeks later and it was Carmen and Eleazars turn. And Tanya was too numb to care. She would rather starve for eternity, petrify before having to change the diet. It had been too long. It was the only thing she had been good at. She needed this. At least thats what she was telling herself. Maybe she could join the Cullens for a while. Not likely. She knew they were struggling too and with the amount of people in the coven any food would be a fight to acquire. She sighed as Carmen came up best to her placing her hands around her arms, the touch alone was enough to almost break her.

“We will see if there’s any luck elsewhere.” Tanya just nodded, “Call us anytime.”

With a kiss her and Eleazar ran off. Maybe to join Kate and Garrett. Maybe they would actually try. She couldn’t watch someone else leave her. Not again, she decided to head inside pretend none of this was happening, ignore the gnawing at her throat and stomach. Tanya retreated to the bathroom turning on the bath as hot as it would allow her. She didn’t have to worry about it burning anyway, so why not?

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She counted every drop from the faucet. The steam from her bath dissipated, by the time she was well into the four hundred some odd drop the water had cooled. Her head turned towards the window in her room at a sudden noise. The sun was already setting in the distance, hues of orange, pink and purple painted the sky. She may have smiled at the thought of it if she hadn’t been so preoccupied with someone possible awaiting to attack her. Maybe the volturi decided it was time to pick her off. She sat up too quickly at the thought. The water splashed around as she sat up, drowning the noise.

“Shhh!” She hushed her self immediately, not quite believing she had actually tried to quiet water. She heard something she knew she had. While she could smell nothing but her own candles and perfumes she held out hope it was one of her coven mates. She quickly dressed and rushed towards her bedroom window. It wasn’t her family. It wasn’t anyone she had ever come into contact before.

She saw a figure walking away from her home, head full of ebony hair, braids woven into random strands.

Who was she? And what the hell was she doing here? Tanya thought to herself. She rushed faster than she ever had out to the front of her home, by the time she reached the deck the woman was gone. She saw her a mile in the distance, no human being could move that quickly, but when the woman turned it was clear she was not like Tanya either. Tanya’s hand gripped at the railing of her porch, the wood crackling at the pressure as she continued to stare at the retreating figure walking away.

When she was at the edge of the forest she finally turned, smiling and waving at Tanya before continuing deeper into the wilderness. The woman could only be described as ethereal by Tanya. She wore clothes that couldn’t possibly keep her warm, as if only for appearances. Just like her. She quickly made it to where she was just standing, her footprints already disappearing with the fading light and continuous downfall of snow.

Tanya listened as hard as she could, she heard a soft voice. She could also smell the sudden appearance of blood. A deer. There hadn’t been one near the house in months. Her hunger clouded her judgement, her sole priority to feed on whatever poor creature decided to return.

There was only a small clearing but enough to see the giant caribou, her eyes focused on the deer. Why wasn’t it running? Tanya could taste the warm pool running down her throat, finally, something was going right. She hissed at the animal, give it a chance to run. Make this more exciting. A warm laugh erupted from behind giant creature. And the woman stepped out from behind,

“I should be somewhat offended, but I guess he is really beautiful isn’t he?” Tanya let out a snarl, a warning. This woman needed to back away unless she wanted to become a casualty herself. She didn’t even flinch. She continued to pet the wild creature and laughed, a warm beautiful laugh. Tanya stared at her sepia brown skin, it shone in contrast to the white surrounding her. Her voice made Tanya snap to attention, “you won’t be eating this one.”

“Oh I’m not? Are you going to stop me?”

“I guess not. But I will help out this little guy.”

Before Tanya could ask what she meant the deer began disappearing before her eyes, “No!”

“Tsk. Tsk. We should be careful with earths most precious resources.”

“Bring. It. Back.”

“Why? So you can eat? There’s an overpopulation of humans for you to feast on. If you want them to survive so badly it would actually benefit you to put the smallest dent in some of them.” She took a few steps closer to Tanya. A lopsided smirk on her face as she almost skipped across the snow with her arms behind her back, she stopped right before Tanya, tilting her head as close as she could, “Your eyes. They’re darker than the night sky.”

Tanya growled, swinging her arm towards the girl in front of her. She disappeared as quickly as her arm went up. Suddenly reappearing next to a tree, she leaned against it holding waving one finger, “I thought we were getting along, tell me Tanya of the Denali coven, how long will it take for you to go back to a regular diet. I’m growing tired of these enchantments.”

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“You don’t listen very well do you? I need you start hunting humans, like you’re supposed to. Hunt the rich ones, or the evil ones so you appease whatever guilt you have.”

“I—who are you?”

“Aspa. Lovely to meet you.”

Tanya fixed her hair, trying to regain her composure, “so you’re the one behind all the missing animals.”

“Yes…and no. There really has been a problem. Humans…they’re greedy they take too much, destroy too much. They have been destroying this world since they were allowed to walk around….but they’re smart. No animal means no resources from them to take. So if enough of them disappear for a while they begin making an effort. An actual effort, if only to ensure they survive.”

“So how long until that effort pays off.” Tanya spit out

“You surprise me Tanya. Your extended family broke so quick it was almost too easy.”

“You mean—“

“Oh yea. The Cullens have long been off the diet, the doctor and blonde were difficult to convince but wow the younger guy, he broke instantly. All it took was for their youngest to feed on a poor classmate trying to walk her home, like dominoes really. But you… you want to starve yourself.”

“I would rather not actually.”

“Does it help?”

“Help what?”

“You’re guilt? Does it take it away?”

“I don’t…”

“Please. I had to observe all of you for years to know how to best accomplish all of this. It won’t change what you did to those men.”

Tanya choked back a sob, “I didn’t think—“

“Why? Because no one ever said anything? You knew. Deep down you knew.”

“I get it okay? I’m a monster, I just—I wanted to think they cared about me enough to say nothing. I thought they—forget it” Tanya turned to walk away, but Aspa reached out and grabbed her arm

“So then be better. If you really didn’t know then stop and just continue to not do it. Besides most of those men approached you with less than good intentions anyway.” Tanya shook her off, she had no idea what she’d gone through

“But…”

“Just do better. Find your own person.”

“Where did you even come from?”

She clicked her tongue, “well that’s not very nice is it?” She waited for Tanya to look away, embarrassed. “My birth mother I suppose. She was a hunter and follower of Artemis. A god took a liking to her, she said no, he didn’t care. You know know how it all goes in those stories. Artemis took pity on her, let her give me up so she continue following the goddess. And then little me well… she took me to an island gave me her blessing and I was raised by a wonderful enchantress, my adopted mother I suppose.”

“Goddess? That’s impossible.”

“Why?”

“There are no gods like that. They….aren’t real”

“Maybe to you? They’re plenty real to me. I’m sure the caribou you were thirsting over would be shocked to learn about something like the pudu in South America.”

“Are you equating me to an animal?”

Aspa laughed again, “you love to purposefully avoid what people are trying to communicate with you. Is that why your sister decided to go back to the original meal plan?”

“No I just— I don’t understand.”

Aspa leaned forward, stopping centimeters from Tanya’s face, eliciting a gulp from the blonde, “Understand this. The animals will not return anywhere until I say so. You will not be able see, hear or touch them. No one will.”

“What about the humans? Without animals don’t you think they will outsource all of the plants?”

“Oh Tanya don’t worry about them. They will find exactly how much they need and if some must go…well. That will work out better in the long run.”

She tried to step back but Aspa stepped forward regardless, Tanya could barely breather. Aspas scent filled every cell in her body. Her blood smelled sweet, as if she was filled with the ichor of the gods she claimed to be a descendant of. Her mischievous grin slightly reminded her of Kate whenever people would doubt her abilities. Could she really go back to the old diet? Aspa reached out and raised Tanya’s chin. The heat from her touch felt as if her handprint would be permanently etched on her face. Tanya half hoped it would, before she convinced herself and this was all a dream.

“Tanya you worry too much. Believe me there are plenty of people for you to eat where it shouldn’t harm your conscious. Really, you’d be doing me a favor. You should visit the Amazonian coven, they’ve been helping me with my little homework since I began.” Somehow the knowledge of Aspa showing herself to another vampire almost urged another snarl from her lips.

“You’ve been making your rounds then?”

Another chuckle as she turned around flipping her thick hair as another rush of her scent filled Tanya nose, citrus and what smelled like some type of spirit, “I had to get in touch with your ‘kings’ so yes, you are the last on my list.”

“What?! You’ve met with the volturi?”

She crossed her arms as she made her way towards the end of the clearing, “of course. I did. Your kind isn’t the only ones I’m working with here. The fae and nymphs were the easiest to convince. The witch too but they mainly enjoy the chaos. Most of the others are unaffected. It’s a big world Tanya. You should see more of it when you have the chance.”

The clearing seemed to widen, as if the earth was ready to swallow the woman into the trees. Never to be seen again. It was too much for Tanya to process. Already Aspa had begun disappearing, except unlike the first time this evening she feared not knowing if she would ever see her again. “So that’s it?”

She turned back and simply nodded her head, “mhm. In another few years everything should be back to normal. Some places may even be overpopulated…that is if you want to go back to hunting them.”

“If I do... Will you take them away again?”

“Tch please, aside from my mother who was kind to let learn her magic. I follow the one my birth mother followed too. And she was the best huntress there ever was. There’s a fine line between necessity and sport.” She smiled as she peered behind her shoulder, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Hm is that a promise or a threat?”

She stopped dead in her tracks, “I guess we’ll see. Won’t we?”

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“Tanya.”

“Go away.” Her sister voiced grated her ears, she decided to cover herself in blankets

“Tanya so help me I will shock you out of bed, you can’t lay around all day.”

Tanya continued to cocoon herself in blankets, “I can actually. What does it matter anyway I’m just laying down. It’s only been a few days.”

Kate sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, “you’ve gotten like the past two here years around this time.”

“I have not.”

“You have. I know because around the time we had that fight.”

Tanya sighed knowing full well that had little to do with it, “I promise I’m fine. I just….I want to rest.”

Kate groaned in her protests, slapping her legs as she stood up, “Nope we are all doing something so get up.”

Tanya had no time to protest before Kate promptly kicked her off the bed, Tanya struggled to get out decidedly just tearing through the thick blankets, downing effectively covering every square inch of her room, “Kate! What the hell??”

Kate laughed, “well it worked.”

Garrett rested his arm on the doorway, “if I knew feathers would have been flying I would have been in here from the beginning.”

“I’m sure you would have.” Kate winked at him causing Tanya to roll her eyes

“Ugh. You win I’m up. Now get out, I need to clean.”

“No the point is to get out. Come on, we haven’t ran in awhile. We can go find one of those hanging lakes the humans live to visit.”

“I do hear they’re quite beautiful.” The three whirled around towards the sound of someone coming from the deck in Tanya’s room. Aspa sat on the railing pretending to inspect her nails. Kate and Garrett snarled and lunged towards her. Tanya opened her mouth to protest but Aspa disappeared into dust before either one could grab her. Garrett almost crashed into the railing towards the floor below. She reconfigured next to Tanya her arm resting on her shoulder.

“I see you haven’t told your friends about me. I’m not sure why but I think I’m slightly offended.”

“You’re….back?”

“I did say I would be.” She quickly looked over Tanya, “I’m glad you listened, the red suits you.”

Tanya looked away at the compliment. Kate looked between her sister and the stranger, in all the centuries between them she’d yet to see her sister ever get flustered like this. “Yo-you know her?”

Aspa wiggled her fingers, scrunching her face in a smile. “Oh we’re acquainted. I promised to pay Tanya here a visit.”

Tanya shrugged Aspa off, wondering what it meant that she was finally back, “so it’s done? It’s all balanced?”

“Since last year actually, I just wanted to see if you would go back. You never even checked.”

“I found ways to appease my guilt.”

“You’ll have to tell me about them sometime.”

Kate started to protest before Garrett wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into him as he slightly nodded and winked, “come on Katie. I thought we were going to race. Let’s let Tanya and her… friend catch up.”

Kate looked up at her mate, a conversation passing through them before she nodded and the two disappeared from the cabin. Aspa was mouthing a goodbye to the pair as Tanya spun to face her new guest fury climbing at her.

“Why are you here?”

“I told you I would come.” She shrugged, “isn’t that why you asked me about the promise?”

“What you couldn’t communicate earlier than today?”

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

“We both know you are smarter than that.”

Aspa softened tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she trailed the back of her hand down her cheek and until she hand chin in between her thumb and pointer finger, “you’re right. That was rude of me. Can you forgive me?”

She pushed her hand away from her face, “ugh. No.”

“No?” She stepped away a pout starting to form on her face

“No. You have to do better than that.”

“Okay well I know of a few places I doubt even you’ve stepped foot on, would you like to see them?”

“I guess seeing as I have nowhere to be.”

“Oh don’t be like that. It will be the best date you’ve ever been on.”

“Who says it’s a date?”

“I do. Come on. I’ll show you a great time.” Aspa extended her hand, Tanya hesitated for only a second before grabbing it. “Ready?”

“Where are we even going?”

“Somewhere warm, where you don’t have to worry about hiding yourself.”

“I doubt anyplace warm can offer that kind of freedom.”

“You doubt me?”

“I—no. It’s just…”

Aspa interrupted Tanya with a kiss in the corner of her lips. “Don’t worry it will be perfect.”

“You’re right. It will be.”

#tanya denali x reader #tanya denali imagine #twilight tanya #tanya denali #tanya twilight #denali imagine #denali coven imagine #the denali coven #denali coven #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #twilightedit #twilight imagine

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xxmiracle · 21 days

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Here's the preview of "Dragon Heart" that I said I would post. This is the only part of the Voltron crew I have written so far. I hope I have every one written correctly as how they are.

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“How is a person the Heart of Voltron?!” Pidge, the shortest and youngest in the room, asked the Princess of Altea, Allura.

Allura looked at them and she held a positive expression compared to earlier expressing her sorrow for the family and civilization she just found out is dead. But of course she couldn’t let herself mourn just yet, there are things in the way currently that won’t allow her to do that. Assigning everyone's roles in the team they must form to perform their duties to protect but she was missing one person. Voltron needs five paladins and a Dracaneon of a specific lineage, specifically born with the ability to fulfill the duty for Voltron.

“Our last Dragon Heart is from Planet Dracaena a species that are known for their magic and dragons-” Before she could finish she was interrupted by the big one named Hunk choking on some food that her advisor just advised her to eat after their ten thousand deca- phoebe sleep. Allura looked at him worryingly as the same brunette that attempted to flirt with her patted his friend in the back. “Is he okay?” She asked worriedly to Shiro who only shared the same worried look.

“Sorry! But Dragon?!” Hunk blurted out his coughing fit had passed. “Yeah, aren’t dragons a fake animal or something?” Lance’s question followed up.

“Mythical creature.” Pidge corrected which earned a “Same Thing!” from Lance. Perhaps it was but to Pidge they had the better word for it.

Allura understood the creature was foreign to humans but she didn’t know they would be known as fairy tales in their home planet. As far as she’s aware the only dragons in the universe are from Dracaena. “Dracaena is where Dragons are born and raised alongside their riders. It’s extremely common for most Dracaenas to be bonded with a dragon or dragon’s.” Coran her advisor decided to explain for her.

“What about a dragon with no rider?” Keith suddenly asked silent and mostly away from everyone else since they’ve arrived here. Coran pointed his chin out, smoothing his mustache between his index finger and thumb. “Well, that would be considered a dragon free to bond or a wild. Does that answer your question?” Keith just nodded in understanding.

Allura clapped her hands together activating her computer. “We now need to find the new Dragon Heart. Thanks to the help of the previous heart, we'll easily find her. The hard part is convincing her here.” She explained the show of the universe map right in front of them moving it till it stopped on Dracaena. “It’s obvious with Zarkon’s tyranny things have changed a lot, not for the better. Dracaena must be far from the old Dracaena we knew.”

Then a beautiful woman popped up on the screen gaining everyone's attention to who the new Dragon Heart will be. And like Allura said it was easy. “This is the current Empress Khuzaimah of Dracaena '' The princess announced her name.

Keith’s eyes widened at the picture that appeared before them. She looked recognizable to his older sister, the same pale complexion, the same white and shiny locks of hair that was held in a hairstyle that made her look elegant like a real royal that she was supposed to look like. But, it didn’t ‘look’ like his sister. Though everything else was different, what seemed to help him identify her was her expression.

“She's pretty.” Lance whistled, Keith was quick to glare and give him a not-so-soft kick to the leg. “What, Dropout!” Lance glared back at him. They both stopped seeing the warning glare from Shiro.

Keith only let out a scoff and looked back at the hologram picture of the woman. “Keith, you’ll go to Dracaena to bring the Empress here.” Allura said. Lance looked at him skeptical as if doubting he could convince one person, how would he convince an Empress of a nation of dragons. “You? Convince that hottie?” Keith looked at him annoyed. “I can convince her!” Allura had tasked Lance and Hunk to get the Yellow lion and for Shiro and Pidge to get the green lion. Since the red lion is nowhere to be found he’s the only one free to do this. But as much as Lance annoyed him he had a right to be skeptical about him. He’s not good with people, always keeping his walls up to keep them out.

“Uh, Princess, how do I get there? She’s an Empress, so it must be hard to get to her.” Keith asked the princess, he watched as her eyebrows furrowed a bit. “Unlike the two planets, the green and yellow lions residing in Dracaena were the most dangerous out of them. And the princess wasn’t sure how they would treat Keith once he arrived there and she wasn't sure after ten thousand years if they would treat him with aggression or turn him away. Allura was gambling one of her paladins-to-be for the Dragon Heart.

Princess Allura nodded at Coran. “Please show them the Capital.” He nodded a hologram of the Giant palace. “It’s huge!” Hunk commented. Pidge glasses shined as she pushed it up the bridge of her nose. “It’s bigger than the one we are in now.” They commented in Amazement. Coran made a face at them, he looked proud earlier when they were amazed by the castle but perhaps they found something more amazing. He looked deflated now. “The Dracaena Empire is much older than Altea. This is the last dated picture of the capital where the Emperor and Empress reside, it is heavily guarded with guards for both combat and magic users including their Dragon Riders. I am unsure if it’s guarded with Galran too.”

Shiro looked at Keith worryingly, if it is true then it would be unsafe for him to go. Especially if there’s Galra, if he is caught who knows what they’ll do. “Princess, if it is dangerous send me to go-” Shiro volunteered but Keith quickly declined. “You just got out of their hands, you can’t risk going back just for me!” He objected. Even for that reason Shiro wasn't stressed enough about letting his brother-figure out to face that.

And Keith understood the fears his brother may be facing now, it’s been obvious their whole trip here. “I’ll be fine.”

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lavendelhummel · 7 days

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I'll admit I haven't read your fic because I haven't actually seen Warehouse 13, but I do have the assumption that you went through a phase as a kid where you *really* (and I mean really) wanted to be a mermaid (based on your mermaid AU, of course)

Hii! Wow, you were so quick to send this! That’s so cool!

Can I use this as a chance to point out that I wrote a WoT or rather Siuairaine mermaid story as well? ;) It’s much shorter and not very logical, more vibes, but it felt so nice to write that wonderful nonsense! I think it’s my favorite fic actually? At least out of all my Siuaraine ones!

I am not sure if that phase was that strong as a kid. I always liked water and water magic and these things. Underwater wolds fascinated me a lot. And swimming, normal swim training my parents first enforced for safety, and in the ocean! I was insatiable and made everyone come swimming in the cold waves with me. My grandma only told me in recent years that she doesn’t actually like swimming and just went with me. It’s still the same for me though. Underwater it all calms down. It feels very magical.

But back to fic, the first story longer than what you could call a one-shot in fanfic terminology I ever wrote at 10 years old was about a girl discovering her magic water powers, also about some eco-activism related to that (she was connected to the ocean, in oder to fight pollution). So there was always that I guess? Unfortunately I never finished that masterpiece and have no idea where that folder ended up.

But the mermaid fic ideas are piling! The first one (dreaming of waves, the WoT one) was quickly written. The second one was an elaborate Siuaraine AU about a second breaking of the world having sunken Cairhien (like atlantis) and all the Cairhiens having become mermaids through evolution, but also distant legend no human actually believes in, least of all cynic Siuan. That is until she sees mermaid!Moiraine who swam to far to see a human and to get away from the cruelty of her people (the mermaid!Cairhiens eat human lungs to do their gas exchanges). Saidar also changed over time and those who can touch it have the ability to turn into the other human/mermaid. I had a few fun chapter ideas, the first few with lines echoing in my head for weeks, and a happy ending (them living together on a houseboat with river-garden on the Erinin), but no actual plot. And I wanted to write it so badly! But I didn’t have time and in the end this is still an idea in my little notebook. The other one is the washing machine one I am writing now, first I thought about Moiraine for that too, but then I noticed how much better that fits for Helena and then it built in my mind until I couldn’t not write it. And now yesterday I had another B&W mermaid idea (canon, artifact taht turns someone fish-y). Oh and the one I put in the tags of a picture I reblogged a few weeks ago (with pilot!Helena and mermaid!Myka). Oh and multiple Selkie-AU ideas for Siuaraine! I think I wrote sort of an essay on that metaphor in some ao3 comments last year?

We will see how much gets written before this obsession ends. It started pretty much exactly one year ago when I was alone on a weekend-trip in Maastricht, looking down to the river, and found cool gender-inclusive mermaid stickers at HEMA, and suddenly I needed to sit in a café and write that first fic while eating hummus. It was great. But: I’ll shut up now about the mermaid fics!

Thank you so much for your assumption kicking me off to think about the origins of my ideas!!!

#fanfic #mermaid #AU-ideas #moiraine damodred #siuan sanche #myka bering #bering and wells #ask meme

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The Siliven's Request: Part 19

“Is she waking? Is she waking? I want her to wake up!” a child’s voice exclaimed, somewhere above Alaine.

“Quiet, Fanny! You want the soldiers to hear us?” a boy’s voice muttered, sounding irritated.

Alaine groaned. Her head ached, and she felt sluggish and weary. Even opening her eyes felt like an impossible task. “She said something!” the child cried. Suddenly, she felt water being forced into her mouth and poured down her throat. Swallowing and lifting her head slowly, she struggled to open her eyes and saw two Siliven children, a boy and a young girl, kneeling next to her and peering at her curiously. They started as Alaine sat up suddenly, looking about herself in confusion. They were in what appeared to be a small shed-like building, barely lit by a dim lantern.

“Who are you? Where am I?” Alaine asked in bewilderment.

The girl squealed in delight and bobbed up and down on her knees. “Oooh, oooh, she woke, Chess, she woke!”

“I know, I can see,” the boy said, rolling his eyes. He frowned at Alaine and answered her, “I’m Chess, and this is my little sister Fanny. You’re in a little cabin near the Siliven army lines. We found you out in the field and brought you here, before any of the soldiers could find you. You were lucky you fell into a hole in the ground and somehow got shielded from the bombs.”

“Soldiers? Bombs?” Alaine repeated dazedly. “What bombs?” Suddenly she remembered the loud sound and the flash she had seen just before she lost consciousness. The color drained from her face. “Wait, you said the Siliven army—is this a battlefield?! But, the war shouldn’t have been that close yet,” she said in a trembling voice. She looked anxiously about the room. “Did you find anyone else? A human and another Siliven?”

Chess cocked his head. “No, you were the only one out there.”

Alaine clenched her hands. Were Manas and Pim dead then? Manas might be able to escape, since he could use his metal abilities, but Pim would have no protection. And what about Alf and the others? Had the bombs reached their camp? She shook her head. No, she had to believe that they were still alive, that they had somehow escaped. The alternative was too horrible.

“But, why did you bring me here?” Alaine asked. “If you’re on the Siliven side, aren’t I an enemy to you?”

Chess shifted uncomfortably. “Well, technically you are,” he said slowly.

Fanny interrupted, “But we want to talk to a human! We don’t never get to see or talk to any humans! What do you eat? Is it true you’re all weak and can’t do any magic?”

In annoyance, Chess lightly rapped his sister on the head. “Fanny, don’t ask such stupid questions!”

Alaine smiled. “I don’t mind. I would assume humans eat pretty much what you do. And while there are a lot of humans who don’t do magic, there are some magicians,” she said.

“Can you do magic?” Fanny asked, her red eyes sparkling with delight.

“Err, well, yes,” Alaine stammered. Changing the topic, she asked quickly, “But, if I’m your enemy, why are you keeping me alive?”

“Grandpa says killing people, even humans, is bad,” Chess responded. “Besides, killing a defenseless girl is one of the most shameful things a person can do, isn’t it? I’m not about to be like Uncle Ven or Aunt Chen, who kill just for fun,” he said savagely. Alaine blinked. Uncle Ven?

“What were you doing out there, anyway? You really didn’t know the war was heading this way?” Chess asked.

“We had hoped we could get to the capital before it reached us,” Alaine sighed.

“You were traveling with someone, then,” Chess said, watching her keenly.

Alaine nodded. “Yes, I’ve been traveling with my friend Manas, and we recently joined a group of refugees heading to the human capital,” she explained.

“Oooh, you know Uncle Manas?” Fanny asked eagerly.

“Uncle? Are you somehow related?” Alaine asked in surprise.

“Fanny, it might not be the same Manas,” Chess scolded his sister, who was bouncing about with excitement. Warily, he said to Alaine, “We do have an uncle named Manas, but he’s obviously a Siliven, and used to be part of the royal family at that.…”

“Yes, that sounds like the Manas I know,” Alaine confirmed.

Chess stared. Fanny cried, “How lucky! You got to see Uncle Manas! Does he really have weird eyes like they say?”

“They’re not weird,” Alaine replied. “They are a bit different, but they’re actually kind of beautiful, once you get over the first shock of seeing them.”

“Why are you traveling with a Siliven? And why with that particular Siliven?” Chess asked with a frown.

“We made a deal together, to help each other find a place to live and work,” Alaine said hesitantly. Even to her ears, it did not sound convincing; but she still remembered Manas’ warning to not reveal her magic ability, and though these children seemed nice, she was still uncertain what their intentions were.

Chess considered a moment, then shrugged. “Kind of strange, but I guess I’ll take your word for it. Not like it really concerns us,” he said, surprisingly indifferent.

“Did you know him very much?” Alaine asked.

“Not really. He’s our mother’s brother, but they never let us near him when he was still at the palace. And then he got in trouble, and, well, he was banished,” Chess explained.

So Manas had a sister. Alaine vaguely remembered from his memories that he had a couple sisters, but they had not been as prominent as Ven in the memories she had seen.

“You mentioned your grandfather….does that mean he’s…” Alaine hesitated.

“Grandpa is her highness the queen’s father. So, he’s really our great-grandfather, but we just call him Grandpa,” Chess replied. “He’s the one who takes care of us. Since mother doesn’t care about us at all,” he said bitterly.

“Surely that’s not true. Every mother feels something for their child,” Alaine responded, then immediately regretted what she had said, seeing Chess’s glare.

“You don’t know our mother. Once we were born, she didn’t want to have to do anything with us, said we were too troublesome and passed us off to nurses and then to Grandpa. She doesn’t care about anything but herself and being comfortable,” he snapped. Alaine bit her lip. She should not have assumed things; hadn’t she seen how Manas’ mother had rejected him? Not every mother was as nice as hers. And it seemed there were a lot of problems within Manas’ family. Though, if this great-grandfather had told Chess and his sister that killing was bad, perhaps there were Silivens even among the royal family that were not all mean and cruel.

"Your Grandpa has rather different views than some of the other royal family," Alaine said cautiously.

"Yeah, you could say that. Part of it's because he wasn't born royal," Chess said. Seeing Alaine's confusion, he explained, "In the Siliven land, you don't necessarily have to be royal or even nobility to become part of the royal family. Magic ability is more important in determining who you marry. Grandpa was actually a doctor before he became the queen's father, but when it was discovered that Grandpa's daughter had the same magic ability as the king, she was chosen to be the king's wife. Grandpa became part of the royal family as a result, but that doesn't mean he thinks like the rest of them."

"I see," Alaine murmured.

Chess sighed. "But, they also know he doesn't see eye to eye with them, so as a result he doesn't get much respect or authority in the royal court. Even though he deserves it," he muttered.

There was a pause as Alaine digested this information. A new thought occurred to Alaine, and she asked in concern, “By the way, what are you two doing here? Isn’t it dangerous for children to be so near a battle?”

Chess smirked, in a way that was quite reminiscent of Manas. “We might not be as young as you think, considering that Silivens live a lot longer than humans,” the boy replied in an amused tone, then said more seriously, “It’s a Siliven tradition that children in the royal family attend battles in order to learn how to fight and lead the soldiers, since eventually they will take charge of the army. Not that anyone is really teaching us or even paying any attention to us, besides Grandpa.”

“That seems rather harsh, to have children go to war,” Alaine said in concern. “For us humans, we try to shield them from war.”

Chess shrugged. “It’s only a tradition for the royal family, though. Most Siliven children don't go to the front lines. Grandpa didn’t want us to come either, but we had to, so he compromised by coming along with us so he could make sure we were safe.”

“Yeah, and we’d be in biiiig trouble if he found out we actually went out onto the battlefield and brought you here,” Fanny giggled, half nervous, half excited.

“Indeed, I’d say you are in big trouble,” a deep voice spoke. The children froze, turning to the door guiltily. Alaine looked up to see that another Siliven had noiselessly entered the cabin and was standing to one side of the door, in a dark corner of the shed. How long had he been there? She hadn’t noticed him come in at all. He appeared to be a much older Siliven, his face wrinkled and his hair a rusty orange. His purple eyes looked over Alaine with a piercing gaze, inspecting her closely, though not with hostility.

“Grandpa!” Fanny cried, jumping up and running over to the man. He patted her head tenderly, but said sternly, “Didn’t I tell you two to stay away from where they were bombing?”

“We didn’t go out when they were launching the bombs,” Chess said quickly. “We made sure they were done, and we only went a little ways. Besides, we found this human and brought her here to be safe.”

The old Siliven considered Alaine, who bowed her head slightly in greeting. Though he did not carry himself regally as Alaine would have expected of royalty, there was something about this Siliven that made you want to respect him, a certain wisdom and experience that showed in his eyes. A shiver ran down Alaine’s spine. Despite what Chess had said, she felt a little fear of what the queen's father might do to her.

“Very well, I’ll let you off this time, but there won’t be a next time, got it?” Grandpa admonished the children, looking them both in the eye. They nodded. He turned his piercing gaze back towards Alaine and asked, “And who might you be?”

“My name is Sara,” Alaine answered a bit nervously. “I was traveling with a group of human refugees, and we got caught in the front lines, it seems.”

“I see. You were trying to escape the war, is that it?” the Siliven said. Alaine nodded.

Fanny interjected, “Grandpa! Grandpa! She knows Uncle Manas! She says she’s friends with him.”

The Siliven gave Alaine a curious look. “Manas? What would he have to do with a human female?”

“Well, we made a deal to travel together and look for jobs,” Alaine said awkwardly.

She wanted to shrink under the scrutinizing look the Siliven gave her. Finally, he said, “I highly doubt Manas would join you just for that purpose. Not after what he did. Sara, is he trying to take advantage of you?”

“N-no. I mean, maybe at first, but not now…,” Alaine stammered. It was hard to keep her composure under those piercing eyes. It was not that they were mean or accusing, more that she felt like they could see into her mind and tell that she was not revealing the whole truth. Yet there was something in them that caught her gaze. They were stern eyes, hardened by the harshness and of the world, yet deep within them Alaine could see something else, something gentle and compassionate. And suddenly she wanted to tell him everything.

The Siliven sat down next to her. “My name is Kelsin,” he said. “You seem to have a history with Manas. Why not tell me?" Seeing Alaine hesitate, Kelsin assured her, “You needn’t worry, I don’t plan to use the information against you or Manas. Though I was never allowed to get close to him, and so I have no personal relationship with Manas, I still have some interest in his whereabouts. He is my grandchild.”

Alaine’s eyes widened at those words. In all Manas’ memories, she had not heard his parents ever call him their son, and he had never really been treated as family by them or his siblings. Yet this man had just called him grandchild....

“I—Manas found me first, when I was living with my uncle,” Alaine began haltingly, and she ended up telling Kelsin the whole story, from when Manas had taken her out of her uncle’s shop until they had been gathering firewood just before the explosion happened. She told him about her magic, about Manas’ abilities, even about Manas’ past and the deal they had made. She left nothing out, except for her true name.

When she had finished, Kelsin regarded Alaine with a softer expression and said kindly, “You’ve had quite an adventure, haven’t you?”

Alaine nodded, tears popping into her eyes unexpectedly. She suddenly felt drained. It had been a long time since she had confessed so much to someone besides Manas, and telling Kelsin felt like a weight had just been taken off her back. She had not realized how heavy it had become to carry the knowledge of Manas’ past as well as the fears of both her and his futures.

“So, is Uncle Manas a good person?” Fanny asked. She had started braiding Alaine’s hair while they had been talking, and now peeked around Alaine’s head curiously.

“Yes, deep inside at least,” Alaine said, wiping her eyes.

Kelsin asked, “You trust him? Even if he’s murdered people? Your people?”

“I know...most people would say it’s unwise, maybe even wrong to forgive him. I know he’s done bad things, and I’m not saying they should just be ignored. But he doesn’t want to do those things again. He wants to change. Is it wrong for me to choose to trust and help him, to give him a second chance?” she said, looking earnestly into Kelsin’s eyes.

Kelsin regarded her a moment, then rested a hand gently on Alaine’s shoulder. “That is for you to decide. I won’t stop you if you still choose to follow Manas and try to help him. As I never knew him personally, neither when he lived in the palace nor now, I cannot say whether he is really changing or if he is a murderer at heart. Though for your sake and his, I certainly hope he is as you believe. And to forgive others is good. I would caution you, though, to be wise. You cannot always save a person, no matter how much you desire to,” he said, a note of sorrow entering his voice.

Alaine gazed up at him and smiled somewhat tearfully. “Thank you,” she sniffled.

“You intend to look for Manas, I suppose?” Kelsin asked.

“Yes. I can’t give up hope that he’s alive,” Alaine said determinedly.

"Yes...If that is the case, then I should let you know of his condition,” Kelsin said slowly.

Alaine blinked. “His...condition?” she asked in confusion.

Kelsin paused, then said, “You already know that the color of his eyes are connected to his ability to see the magic aura of others. There’s more to it than that. While it may seem his eye color is a side effect of that ability, it’s actually due to a sort of disease.”

Alaine started. “Disease? Manas never seemed sick,” she said uneasily.

Kelsin continued, “It’s a very rare disease, one that most people have never heard of. I only learned about it, because I was asked by a certain person to research it back when Manas was just a child. The disease occurs at birth, for unknown causes. It’s a cruel disease, one that slowly kills its victim by poisoning them.”

Alaine’s eyes widened in horror. Kelsin said, “You may know that each race has their own innate ability. Elves have an ability to communicate with plants, dwarves can mold rock into any shape, faeries can change their size at will, and we silivens can turn our limbs into weapons. This disease, however, causes these natural abilities to poison the body. The more the ability is used, the more poison accumulates within the individual, and the sicker they will become. If the ability is used moderately and only once in a while, the disease can be slowed and does not show many side effects. But if an ability is used too much at one time, that person could become seriously ill and die suddenly. And even if a diseased individual uses his ability very sparingly, the disease will still progress, simply because the person has the capability to use his or her ability. Whatever one does, eventually it will kill him or her.”

Alaine began to feel like an iron claw was slowly closing around her heart. “You mean—Manas is—slowly dying?” she said, her voice trembling.

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” Kelsin said grimly. “Frankly, it's a miracle that Manas has survived this long. The disease shortens an individual’s life severely. Of the few cases that I could find information about, none of them survived past adolescence. And judging from how much they forced Manas to train his ability as a child, his life span has probably been cut in half—perhaps even more.”

“Half?” Alaine said faintly.

“It’s very dangerous for a diseased child to use the ability when young, since he or she is still developing. But Siliven teachers are notorious for pushing their pupils to the limits” Kelsin replied solemnly.

“But—Manas never seemed ill, even when he did turn his arm into a sword or an axe. He said that he could use regular Siliven abilities for ten minutes without feeling sick. I mean, he seemed a bit tired whenever he used his liquid metal, but still…” Alaine murmured.

“He may have trained himself to endure the immediate effects for a few minutes, but it would still progress the disease,” Kelsin responded. “Though I don’t know about his liquid metal abilities; they are rather different from the usual Siliven qualities, and may affect him differently. Even among the few diseased Silivens I was able to find in my research, none of them could do what Manas could.”

Alaine stared at the wooden floor boards beneath her, her mind spinning. Manas was dying. Had been dying, right in front of her, and she had never known. Perhaps he didn’t even realize it either, for in his memories she had seen nothing about this disease nor had Manas mentioned it. Was there no way to cure it? Nothing they could do? What would Alaine do if he did die? At that thought, a dark chasm of despair opened in her heart.

Seeing Alaine’s pale and troubled face, Kelsin gently put his hand on her shoulder and said kindly, “I am sorry, I did not mean to worry you. If Manas has survived this long, he may yet have many years to go, at least as long as a human life.”

Alaine took a deep breath and nodded, her mind retreating from the black pit of despair it had almost fallen into. Yes, she had to cling to the hope that Manas would be alright. That he would live. For now, she just needed to find him and keep him from using his metal abilities as much as possible.

“Come, you should leave,” Kelsin said, standing.

“Aww, but I don’t want Miss Sara to leave!” Fanny pouted.

Chess, who had been frowning thoughtfully this whole time, scolded his sister, “Don’t be like that, Fanny. Do you want her to get in trouble with the queen?”

“No,” Fanny said miserably.

Alaine smiled and patted Fanny’s head. “It was really great to meet you. Maybe we’ll meet again someday,” she encouraged.

Fanny brightened. “You will visit, won’t you? Once the war is over?” she said eagerly.

Alaine hesitated and said falteringly, “Y-yes, when the war is over.” But even if the war did end soon, would it really be in a state that she could visit Fanny and Chess in peace?

Chess turned to Kelsin and asked, “Grandpa, how are we going to get her away without the soldiers seeing? Our army is crawling all over the place here, except for this cabin and the bombed field.”

Kelsin smiled, a somewhat mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Haven’t you noticed? The way out is right underneath us.”

The others looked blankly at him. Kelsin reached down and pulled some of the boards up off the ground, revealing a large gaping hole that sloped downward into a tunnel. “How did you know that was there?” Chess exclaimed.

“I noticed it when I entered. It’s easier to see when you first come in,” Kelsin responded, then turning to Alaine said, “I don’t know where this tunnel will take you, nor how far it may go, but I think it might be your best bet at getting away.” Alaine nodded. Handing her the lantern, Kelsin smiled gently and said, “May the light guide you, child, and may you find Manas soon.”

Fanny hugged Alaine and squeezed her tight. “Do come back sometime!” she sniffled.

“Um, if you ever need help and we’re nearby, know that we’re happy to help,” Chess said somewhat awkwardly. Alaine smiled and thanked them. She turned to the tunnel, took a deep breath, and entered its dark depths. She would survive and get out of this battlefield. She would find Manas, and she would not let him die.

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#fantasy #original story #siliven #had to rewrite this so many times trying to avoid info dumping #hope it makes sense and is not boring/overwhelming #big reveal

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Psychonauts fanfic - Overworked (Pt.1)

[ x ] - [Part 2]

Of course the best thing to do when finishing all the playthroughs for Psychonauts is to write a comfort fic lol.

Just a quick note for when you read this: a dash “-“ between paragraphs indicates a switch between what scene we are in (so if there are characters in different places, a dash indicates we are going to where another character is) or a change in time. Any speech written in italics indicate that it was communicated telephathically.

Spoilers for Psychonauts 1 and 2

— x —

“Pootie? Little Pootie, are you up, baby?” Donatella called out to the caravan, which Raz had been convinced to sleep in the night before. He had a dorm within the Motherlobe now that he was a Junior Psychonaut, but given the events of the past few days, his parents urged him to sleep in his old room as it would be more familiar to him. Deep down, Raz wanted to sleep in his new dorm as a fresh start, but seeing the worry on his mother’s face was enough to convince him to sleep with the family for the night.

Raz drowsily opened his eyes which seemed to be heavier than usual, but he chalked it up to not having slept well for the past few days. He was too busy saving the world, after all. Raz slowly sat up, then felt a throbbing in his head, causing him to hold it. He then recoiled as he felt heat emanating from his head. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew that he was sick with a fever.

“Pootie sweetie, are you okay? Are you still asleep?” his mother called out again. Raz shakily got on his feet, taking a moment to gain his balance, then quickly threw on his clothes before walking to the door of the caravan. “Oh my little Pootie,” Donatella exclaimed. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.” Raz, still half asleep, stared blankly at his mother. “Let me check your temperature,” she added, which seemed to snap Raz out of his daze. He knew he wasn’t well, but he didn’t want to miss his first day as a Psychonaut. Who knew what might happen if he wasn’t there!

“It’s okay, mom,” Raz replied a little shakily. “I am still just a bit worn out from all that’s been happening. But I’ll be okay!” Before his mother could object, Raz activated his levitation ability and rolled away as quickly as he could. Once he’d gotten some distance away, he deactivated it, then stopped and stumbled sideways against a tree, catching his breath. ‘Did I really get that unfit since leaving the circus?’ Raz thought to himself, then shook his head dismissively and began to walk towards the Motherlobe, evading his family dotted around the forest as he made his way there.

He promptly walked up to the reception. “Good morning,” Raz chirped to the receptionist. He began to feel a bit faint, so he played it off by pretending to be smug, then rested his arm on the desk. “Are there any messages for me?”

The receptionist raised her eyebrow. “Weren’t you the intern that started here the other day?”

“Former intern, actually,” Raz corrected, briefly snapping back to his usual self. “It’s a long story, but today is my first day as an agent.”

“There hasn’t really been any announcements to pass along,” she replied.

Raz suddenly appeared a bit worried. “What do you mean? There has to be something, right?”

“Sorry int..agent, but there isn’t always some crisis that needs solving.” She then looked at the anxiety on Raz’s face. “If you are really looking for something to do, perhaps ask one of the other agents if there is anything you can help them with? At the very least it will give you a bit training.”

Raz lit up a little. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a nice day!”

She smiled back. “Enjoy your first day on the job, agent.”

Raz walked around the Motherlobe aimlessly for a bit, then was struck with an idea. “I know! I will go see if Agent Nein is doing any science experiments I can help with.” He coughed a little, then made his way to Sasha’s lab. He walked in, then noticed Sasha sat by his desk eating some food. “Hello Agent Nein!” Raz greeted cheerily. “Whatcha doing?” Sasha looked up at Raz then back to the papers in front of him. “Good morning, young man. I’m just eating some breakfast and talking with Agent Vodello while reviewing some paperwork. How can I help you?” “I was going to ask you that actually,” Raz replied. “The receptionist said that I should ask an agent if they needed any help in hopes of learning something.”

Sasha pulled out a chair next to him, filling Raz with glee. To Sasha’s surprise though, he didn’t rush to get to the seat, taking his time to walk to the chair. Raz sat down beside Sasha, looking at the paperwork that he was reading.

“Is that…a list of applicants for next week’s Whispering Rock Camp?” Raz asked with a concerned tone. “I’m still surprised that is happening, all things considered.”

“Well, Coach Oleander has been dealt with thanks to your help. We have reviewed the situation and determined that there is no real risk to carrying out the camp next week. Plus as I told you yesterday, the camp is the Psychonaut’s main source of revenue.” Sasha mentally prepared himself for Raz to kick up a fuss, but to his surprise, Raz let at a quiet hum of acknowledgement and continued to blankly glance at the paperwork. “Is something wrong, darling?” Milla asked Sasha through their thoughts. “Your mind has gone oddly quiet.”

“Razputin seems to be hiding something,” Sasha replied sceptically. “He isn’t acting his usual energetic self. He seems sluggish somehow.” “Well, have you tried asking the poor dear?” Milla questioned.

“You know that isn’t really my specialty. Though I suppose given the events of late, it is worth asking at the very least. He has had a busy few days and a lot to process.”

Sasha glanced over at Raz, who he noticed was gently rubbing his arms. “Are you okay, Razputin? You don’t seem to be your usual self.” Raz flicked his head to look at Sasha as though he were frightened by his question.

“Of course I am,” Raz hastily responded, then remembered his mother’s words about lying and got nervous. “Well, okay, maybe I’m not 100% myself, but I think I am just anxious about it being my first day.” He rubbed his arms again. “Plus it’s a bit cold in here,” he added without thinking. “Cold?” Sasha replied confused. “It shouldn’t be cold in here. The heating is on.” Raz suddenly remembered that he was trying to hide his illness and began to panic, worrying he had tipped Sasha off.

“Oh it’s nothing, maybe I just felt a cold draft,” Raz spoke frantically, jumping up from his seat. He then stumbled back a little, instinctively grabbing his head again as it began pounding. He continued to wobble backwards as the room began to spin. “Actually, m-maybe if I can warm up the place up…” Raz’s voice began to wane. Sasha grew concerned and stood up, then walked a little towards Raz before he heard crackling to his side. He looked over and saw that the paperwork he was looking at was on fire.

“Razputin, calm down!” Sasha yelled, then took his jacket off and fanned off the fire from the paperwork. He then looked back at Raz, who was glancing around the room as though he were in a daze, his stance unsteady. “Razputin, can you here me?”

“What is happening, darling?” Milla asked with concern, but Sasha didn’t respond. He dashed towards Raz, who collapsed and was caught by Sasha. He then placed the back of his hand on Raz’s forehead and then quickly pulled it away after feeling how hot it was.

“Milla, do you think you could bring some cold blankets and ice packs and meet me at Razputin’s dorm room? I believe he has a fever.“

“Of course! I will be as quick as I can.”

Sasha used his telekinesis to lift Raz up, then paused for a moment before deciding to carry him on his back. “It would be best to act with caution for his condition,” he whispered to himself aloud. He took one last glance at the burned up paperwork, then sighed and left his lab.As he approached Raz’s dorm, he met eyes with Milla who appeared very concerned. She then rushed towards Sasha.

“Oh my stars, is the darling okay?” she asked frantically.

“It appears he is suffering from a fever,” Sasha answered trying to appear stoic. “And a bad one at that. He started using his pyrokinesis in my lab.” “Oh dear,” Milla spoke, then walked behind Sasha to inspect Raz. “He didn’t get hurt, did he?”

“He is fine. Once I ascertained that he was not well, I rushed towards him and caught him as he was fainting.” Sasha then paused for a moment. “He burned a few documents, but I am sure I can work it out later. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before.”

“Let us not delay, darling. The poor boy needs his rest.”

The two of them gently held Raz out in front of the Thinkerprint scanner, then entered Raz’s room. Sasha raised an eyebrow curiously as he walked towards the bed.

“It looks untouched,” he commented. “I didn’t think Razputin would be such a tidy person.” “Did he not tell you?” Milla asked. “He decided to stay with his family last night to recover from everything that happened.”

Sasha set Raz down on the bed carefully, then tried to figure out what had caused this situation. Raz was panting, his face streaming with sweat, to which Milla draped a cold blanket over him and placed an ice pack on his forehead. Sasha’s eyebrows then raised.

“Could it be that this fever was caused by overwhelming stress?” Sasha speculated.

“Well that would certainly make sense,” Milla agreed. “I don’t know all the details, but he has been through a lot these past few days. Even agent Forsythe needed a break, and she didn’t even go through half of what the poor boy did!”

Sasha then looked at Raz who seemed to be relaxing a little, his breathing slowing down. “I don’t understand,” Sasha spoke somewhat agitatedly. “If he really was stressed, why wouldn’t he have told someone?” “Oh Sasha, darling,” Milla sighed. “The boy was so excited to do anything necessary to help, he probably didn’t even realise it himself. You more than anyone should understand what it’s like to not want to ask for help.”

Sasha stayed silent for a moment. “I suppose I will have to add how to ask for help on the list of things to train him on.” Milla raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, darling?” She then smirked teasingly. “Do you intend to become his mentor?”

“Well, he does need someone to train him. We all need to be taught things from time to time. Besides, his former mentor turned out to be the mole of the Psychonauts.”

Milla smiled approvingly. “I’m sure Razputin would be thrilled to work with you, but we have the camp next week, remember?”

“I am aware,” Sasha answered. “I will find some work for Razputin to do in my absence. Perhaps I could even have him on standby in case something happens.” “I am sure he would willingly agree to that, but is that really a good idea?” Milla questioned. “He has already fallen ill because of the work. Maybe it’s best we let him ease back into it, hmm?” The two of them silently stared at Raz for a while.

“He seems to be stable for now,” Sasha spoke. “But we should probably have someone to watch over him in case he starts reacting again.”

“I will try and psychically reach his father. I’m sure he will willingly look after his son.” They stepped out of the room and then Milla closed her eyes for a minute. “Alright, I have contacted his father and instructed the receptionist to have someone guide him to Razputin’s room and to give him temporary Thinkerprint access to Razputin’s room. I’ve also asked that we be granted access for the time being so that we may help out should something happen.”

“Very good. If you are free, let us go together to discuss what to do about Razputin when he feels better.” The two of them walked in silent thought towards Sasha’s lab. “You know,” Milla spoke up softly. “Perhaps the reason Razputin did not talk to us was because we made him feel that he couldn’t.” Sasha furrowed his brows. “Whatever do you mean?”

“When we were at camp, we didn’t exactly listen to him when he tried to warn us about what Coach Oleander was doing. And again when we ignored Coach being brainless. Perhaps if we had listened, maybe would could have protected him and Razputin would not have had to merge psyches with him.” “You know as well as I do that dwelling on ‘what ifs’ can be harmful, dear Milla.”

“But not just that! He was told by Truman, or well Gristol, to keep his mission to help Ford secret. Is it possible he maybe feels responsible for that, too?” “Ridiculous,” Sasha scoffed. “Not even we knew what Gristol was up to, let alone that he was acting as Truman. It would be foolish for him to blame himself.” Sasha then took a moment to contemplate. “Then again, he is so capable that I often forget that he is still a young boy. And though we know parts of his past, none of the Psychonaut agents have been inside his mind. Perhaps it would have been wise to check up on him after recent events.” Milla gently took hold of Sasha’s hand. “You know, a wise agent once told me that worrying about ‘what ifs’ can be harmful.” Sasha chuckled, squeezing her hand back. “Let’s get to work so that we can be ready for when Razputin feels better, hmm?”

Raz slowly opened his eyes and stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. His body ached and felt heavy, so he didn’t have the energy to move.

“Ah, you are awake,” a familiar voice spoke. Raz turned his head to the side sluggishly and saw his father sat smiling beside him. “How are you feeling, son?”

“I’m…tired,” Raz replied slackingly. “What happened?”

“I was told you passed out in Mr Nein’s arms.”

Raz’s face somehow became more red that it was. “I passed out…in Agent Nein’s arms?” he croaked anxiously.

His father playfully laughed. “Don’t worry, my boy. I was told that he is only concerned about your feeling better.” Raz paused curiously. “How did you hear all of this?”

“That lady counsellor from your camp – Milla Vodello was it? She has been using her psychic powers to talk to me.” Augustus’ eyes lit up. “It’s rather fascinating actually. I never knew how much you could do with you mind.”

Raz smiled weakly. “You really have changed. Just a few days ago you would have…” Raz stopped, realising he didn’t want to finish his sentence. He then looked up at the ceiling. He chuckled anxiously. “Ah, never mind!”

Augustus became serious all of a sudden. “Razputin,” he spoke kindly. “I know the past few days have been difficult for you. They have been difficult for me, too. But you don’t have to do things alone anymore. You know that, right?” Raz briefly met eyes with his father before looking back up at the ceiling.

“It’s just…” Raz paused for a moment, trying to compose his jumbled thoughts. “I keep having nightmares.” He moved the arm furthest from his father to his other hand, lightly scratching the back of his hand in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I end up back at that meat circus. You are there – or a version of you at least - taunting me from above. And then below…” Raz started to choke up. “And below me is Nona…no, Maligula. She is there trying to grab me. And when she pulls me down, you stand there…watching...laughing.” Raz suddenly pulls an arm up and wipes away his tears, then forces a laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s so silly. I know you’re not really like that.” Augustus suddenly holds Raz up to his chest, one hand on the back of his head and the other on his back. “I’m so sorry, son. You have been through so much all alone.” Raz whimpered in an attempt to speak, but instead burst into tears as he buried his head into his father’s shoulder, gripping the clothes on his back tightly. Augustus gently brushed the back of his son’s head as felt a tightness in his chest, leading him to start crying as well. The two of them held each other close, letting out the pent up pain they had been holding back until now.

The doors opened and Milla peered her head around the corner of the room, trying her best to avoid being noticed.

“You can come in,” Augustus spoke, turning and smiling at Milla. “He went back to sleep.” Milla noticed the puffiness of his eyes, but decided that it was not worth commenting on.

“He looks very peaceful,” Milla commented. “He must be comfortable knowing you are here.” Augustus smiled. “I am thankful he has let me back into his life after everything I have put him through. But from here on out, I want to do my best to support him and look after him. I hope that one day I will become the father he needs and deserves.” Milla placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am sure Razputin will appreciate that. Please know that we will also do our best here to support him. We all deeply care about your son here and want him to be happy, too.“ She moved her hand off of his shoulder. “I will leave you two alone again, but please let us know if you need anything.” She then left the room.

Augustus stared blankly at the door for a moment, then his attention was suddenly directed to something grasping his hand. He quickly looked and saw that Raz has turned over and held his father’s hand, still sleeping soundly. Augustus smiled contently and brushed some hair away from Raz’s face.

“I love you, dad,” Raz mumbled in his sleep, catching Augustus off guard. He then hunched over, his shoulders quivering as he held back from crying.

“I love you too, Razputin. So very much.”

— x —

Alrighty, that’s all for now! I don’t know whether to make a part two to this? Let me know if you think I should. Maybe having Sasha and/or Milla checking up on Raz when he feels a bit better and them having a heartfelt conversation about the events from the games and maybe having them apologise for not always listening to him and just generally caring for them.

(Also, please tell me if there are any errors. I think when I pasted this over from my Word document it pasted twice.)

#razputin aquato #augustus aquato #donatella aquato #sasha nein #milla vodello #psychonauts #psychonauts spoilers #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts 2 spoilers #psychonauts fanfiction #nagichi writes

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toontruelove · 1 year

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Love at first bite

-Cuphead’s pov- You would think being a vampire would have awesome perks right? The ability to put anyone into a trance to get what you want or to drink their blood, the otherworldly aura that just draws others to you. Super speed, faster recovery time, ya know the works! But a drawback is being immortal, and the nightlife can kinda get boring after a few years. And you have to relearn things again, like not to go out in the light, but we found a way to get around that. We can’t eat solid foods, well not most we can eat steak if it’s bloody.

But it is still lonely… me and my brother were ‘turned’ on our 27th birthday , we had a party where everyone was invited. It was a lot of fun and we even met someone who was new to the island, just the way she spoke and moved she knew she had mugs and mine’s attention. And with a gesture of her hand we followed her to the back of the cottage and that was where everything turned dark…. The next day we had woken up with pain all over our bodies and we didn’t even know what happened last night but Elder Kettle told us that we were found passed out drunk behind the cottage and were found by Hilda and Cagney. At first we thought that we drank so much that we don’t remember and chalked it up to that.

But as the days went on we noticed things were changing about us…. We couldn't eat solid foods and even if we tried it would just come back up, no matter how much we drank we would always be thirsty. Our hearing and sight improved a lot in the dark but we were almost blind during the day. Soon it got to a point we had to go and see Dr. Kahl and he found that something was in our blood that was making us sick, but thankfully he said he would try and make it something that can help us.

Island a few more days later he did and the medicine worked for a while till he had to run more tests on us. Whatever it was in our blood was changing so much that he couldn't keep up with it.

Getting desperate we went and saw the Devil. No we didn’t fight him or any of the others we just simply asked to see King Dice who then brought us to the Devil when he saw how bad we looked. At first he laughed at our conditions but I guess that was a good thing because he agreed to take us to see his boss.

As soon as the Devil saw us he started to laugh, thinking we were gonna make a deal but when King Dice explained the situation that piqued The Devil’s curiosity he made us sit down and examined us for a bit before he realized what was up with us.

“Seems like you had a run in with one of my workers” he said with a laugh as he walked back to his desk with King Dice at his right. “No duh we ran inta one of your goons!” I yelled and was making my way towards the devil’s desk in what I hoped was a threatening manner but the devil just rolled his eyes and waved his hand. Me and mugs thought that it was to send us away, but two chairs came up from behind us and launched towards the desk till we were only a foot from it. The air in the room felt… different from how it was a moment ago. “Yes, you ran into one of my Contract collectors, but I thought she died centuries ago.“ He said as he leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “What happened to her?” mugman asked, that surprised me because normally whenever the devil was involved he would wanna run away, but him speaking up like this i can’t help but be proud of him. “Well young mug, she used to work for me when she was only… a hundred years old. She was one of the best people I had before King Dice here” the devil said as King Dice adjusted his bow tie with a bit of a smug look on his face. “But one day she suddenly stopped coming in for work so i sent in some imps to see why she didn’t show up, but all they had to report was that a dress of hers was found on the ground with ash in it and a steak in the chest area, a place where her heart was.” Devil said as he looked at his nails and started to file one of them.

“If she’s dead then she should be here!” I said as I got up, but became dizzy to a point that Mugman had to help me sit back down. “Oh you would think she would be here” devil said as he blew on his nail. “But because creatures like her she doesn’t have a soul.” hearing that shocked mugman and me. “What about us?!”he asked with a squeak. And Devil looked at us. “You two still have your souls but not for long.” he said with a smirk. Making both of us shiver in fear. “Not even i know how this works, but if you don’t cure it you two will be a leech like her, but you will have the perks” he said as he leaned back and smirked at us, curiosity got the better of mugman and he asked. “Perks..?” he asked with a shake in his voice. “Oh yes! Wonderful perks!” Devil said as he leaned forward and laced his fingers together and grinned at us. “The ability to run at high speeds, to see in the dark as if it was day! The power to make anyone do what you want!” Devil said with a grin as he clapped his hands together. “That is only a handful of what you two can do!” he said and leaned back. “But there are some drawbacks, like not being able to go out into the sun, can’t eat solid foods, the thirst for blood will be so overwhelming that you will die if you don’t have it and you will actively hunt for it.” he said as King Dice snickers a bit.

“And you two are lucky, normally creatures like you won’t be able to cross water but somehow those that are turned here are able to.” he said snickering a bit. “But you also have to understand.” he said as he walked over to the chairs we were sitting in and grabbed the top’s of the chairs and spun them around so we were facing him. “Now listen here you blood suckers” he said with a growl in his voice, it legitimately scared mugsy and me. ”you two better research whatever you two are as best as you can because if you don’t find a cure in four years the virus would take over completely killing you both and then making you rise from the dead like the soulless monsters that you two now are.”

The way he said it scared mugsy and me to a point that we screamed and ran to the elevator to go back to the surface. Once there we did as much reading as we could on what vampire myths, legends, stories and lore we can get our hands on, and it was really the first time that I sat down and really started to study… I was scared and so was mugsy… I think him more than me because ya, we fought the devil and won but at least we had a 50/50 chance of surviving, with this… we were not so sure.

It was three months into studying that we realized that we read everything the isle had on vampires, we even went to quadratus for answers but for a being like him, someone who knows everything, he didn’t know much of anything because the creatures would stay away from him.

Our last hope was Chalice, finding her was no easy feat because she moved around so much on the island but when we caught up to her on rugged ridge she was appalled by what happened to us and offered to help in any way she could. And another week went by with her help but it feels like the more we learn the less we know.

We were back at the cottage while elder kettle was out, all around us were research papers and books that we had borrowed from the library. The three of us were tired to a point that we were gonna give up till Chalice spoke up. “Have you tried the mainland?” she asked as she looked at us, making mugman and me laugh. “Ya, let us just grow wings and flap them twenty nine miles to get to the mainland.” I said with a sarcastic tone as I held my arms up before letting them fall. With a huff she sat up and crossed her arms. “Well it could be your only hope, the mainland has more information than here and by the time you get what you need it may be too late.” she said, making us look at one another before rolling off of our backs to our feet. “Alright what’s your plan?” Mugman said with a bit of a sigh.

But chalice had a big grin on her face. “Ok! So we charm the shoes off of the people here, get enough dough so that one of you can get a ticket to the mainland to do the research you need!” she said with a smile and mugsy and i looked at one another before looking back at her.

“That sounds great but what will happen when one of us gets to the mainland?” Mugman asked and I nodded. “Ya! We don’t have a place to stay there and what if they run into trouble!” I asked as I raised my hands over my head startling her a bit before she smiled at us. “Well whoever goes won’t be alone! I’ll be with ya!” she said with a bit of a dance as she poked her cheek with her finger. Making me groan a bit and mugman cover his face with his hands. but Chalice continued.

“You will act as my manager in my dancing career and in doing so we will have enough cash to get an apartment and pretty much have free rein on things! Like gossip, potential study material!” she said excitedly with jazz hands to boot. Mugman and I looked at one another and sighed, we knew who would be going before we even had to talk about it….. “I’ll help ya pack mugsy.” I said, patting him on the shoulder before we both got up and walked to the rooms to get everything he needed.

It was a week later after Chalice put her plan into motion and everything had gone extremely well, honestly too well for our case but we didn’t question it. The dock was cold in the morning but it was worth it to see my brother off. He nervously tugged at his blue button up shirt that was covered with a zip up hoodie. “What if I can't do this cuphead?” He asked me and I just smiled at him, patted his shoulder and gave his sweater a bit of a tug to help it look neat before I put my hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do fine Mugsy. Hell you are going to do better than that!” I said happily.

“You get to explore the mainland and someday come back as a hero!” I said as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, pulled him tight and waved my hand as if I could see his name in lights. “Not only that after we are both cured we can move to the mainland permanently and see what we can find there!” I said and looked at him, a wide grin now on his face as I smiled back at him. “It will be another adventure we can go on!” I said excitedly, making him laugh a bit.

But soon his laughter died down as he hugged me tight, I could tell he was shaking so I hugged him back just as tight. I knew my red hoodie was gonna be wet from his tears but i didn’t care, i don’t know when would be the last time i will be seeing my brother… We stayed like that till it was time for him to board the ship heading to the mainland but we didn’t let go, just a few more seconds we thought before Chalice had to pull mugman away and onto the ship.

I walked along the doc keeping pace with the ship till it started to gain speed, as it did i ran faster only to stop at the edge for fear of falling into the water, i stayed there waving goodbye like a madman to mugsy and him doing the same till he was just a speck in the distance.

Taking a deep breath I gripped the hoodie sleeve tight in my hand, as a way to tell myself that, yes mug man will be back and we will be able to live normal lives again. Nodding a bit to myself I turned back to the island and made my way back to the cottage. I needed to grab my gear so I could explore the ruins on rugged ridge. But as I turned away I heard the blare of a ship's horn in the distance, stopping for a second. I turned to look towards the sound and saw a new ship was on its way in.

“Sally is likely on that Ship.” I said to myself before turning back to head into the forest. “Sorry Sally for not greeting ya when ya got back, I’ll treat ya to dinner when you’re all settled.” I said mostly to myself.

But for some reason I can’t shake this strange feeling I have but with a shake of my head I ran back home

#cuphead #cuphead x reader #cuphead x self insert #vampire!cuphead #self ship community #self shipping #self insert #cuphead show #mugman #vampire!mugman #the devil cuphead #king dice #king dice cuphead

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scorpsik · 1 year

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Fic: Sallow Skinned, Starry Eyed, Blessed In Our Sin

A very bleak take on Prentiss on her return from Paris. Angsty, bleak, smoking, friendship... did I say bleak? This is kinda a test post to see if I can do an 'under the cut' thingy x

She couldn’t place when it started – sitting alone, outside, hunched over, smoking a cigarette. She only knew that when something hurt her deep enough, it was what she had to do. Some might call it running away, but it wasn’t exactly that. She never had someone to hold her in the bad times, not really. Matthew at one time, and John even longer ago. Ian…? God. How awful was that? The man she hated was one she counted amongst the very few who saw her vulnerable and broken.

The nicotine was warm and familiar. A friend that never judged her. The smell took her back to her youth.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead, the emptiness in her heart, in her soul, swallowing her ability to appreciate actually being alive.

Her fingers shook as they raised the cancer stick to her mouth. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing at the moment of peace.

She fell into this pattern of smoking all through her life… skipping school the day after getting into a fist fight with a boy that she’d been caught kissing a day previously; When she had been stood, awkwardly alone, at parties in college, the strange goth kid that no one wanted to be seen with; The times when she woke in the morning, the guy she’d fallen into bed with long gone, never to be with her again.

When she found out she was pregnant and… after. After.

She nearly smoked herself to death after. She remembered her voice was hoarse from the amount of cigarettes she’d gotten through.

The stress at Interpol… Lauren smoked. Lauren smoked to hide her fear. She smoked because Ian said it was sexy. She smoked because it was something that was HER.

And then she stopped. She shed Lauren and shed Lauren’s habit. She stopped instantly and never craved even a puff.

And for a while she couldn’t even remember what it felt like to need a smoke. The Emily Prentiss who worked for the BAU didn’t need it. Not at first, anyway. But there came a time, a time when the endless parade of depravity they saw started to eat away at her. When compartmentalisation began to fail… when sleeping became hard and then impossible and then a distant memory.

That was when it started again. Then after Ian. After he branded her. After he killed her.

Alone in Paris… she smoked herself hoarse again for seven months.

And then… coming back… she heard them, the other agents. Word had spread about her, about Ian. About what she’d done. She heard them today. She pretended she hadn’t, she pretended and went about her business, hoping the shame wasn’t emblazoned on her face. Those names… the same ones she heard at fifteen… ‘Slut’. ‘Whore’.

And suddenly, just like when she was at school, her existence came down to those words. That was what and who she was.

Slut. Whore.

So many words. So few words. Her parents had others: Disappointment. Nihilism. The security detail: Trouble. The FBI: Reckless.

She had accolades at home. Awards; trophies; plaques; certificates; badges of merit; commendations… but they were insignificant. They weren’t the words that anyone spoke of.

“I knew you’d be out here.”

Emily sighed and smiled sadly around her cigarette. “How?”

“You’re a creature of habit.”

She looked at the half smoked cigarette. “Habit.” she nodded. “You’re too smart.”

Aaron Hotchner shrugged and sat on the step above her on the fire escape. “We used to be close.” He said. “Before…”

“Ian.” She nodded.

“Have things changed that much between us?”

“Everything has changed.” She sighed. “But some things are the same as they always have been.”

Aaron frowned.

“Reputations follow you around.” She said softly. "I should transfer out.”

“Why?”

“The stink rubs off. You guys shouldn’t have my stink on you.”

Aaron frowned and caught her eye before she averted her gaze to the mid-distance and inhaled more nicotine.

“I’m the girl who fucks the suspects.” She said bluntly, a tight laugh caught in her throat.

“Who said that?” Aaron’s voice was full of anger.

“Doesn’t matter. They think I’m back because we’re...” She couldn’t say ‘fucking’ – not to him. It sounded so dirty. “They think we’re together. They all think it. It only takes one person to say it.”

“We… we don’t think that.” He assured her.

She looked him in the eye, one brow raised in challenge. “You’re telling me Derek didn’t think it? Even just for a second?”

He sighed. She was too good a profiler for him to lie to. “I’m sorry.”

“They’re right. That’s what I did. I fucked him for the job. I screwed him and I…got lost in him. I WAS Lauren. Completely. Do you have any idea how long it took to shake her off after?” She snorted. “More than a year. Sometimes… I think she’s still there.” She raised her cigarette. “These are her brand, did you know that?”

He shook his head.

She looked him fully in the face.

He saw it. He saw her change. Her eyes darkened, became hooded… and her smile was teasing and seductive and dangerous. She wasn’t Emily.

“Who do you want me to fuck, Agent Hotchner.” She said, her voice deep and rich, her eyes never flickering.

He swallowed, taken aback.

Emily’s eyes lightened, the smile vanishing as fast as it came. “See? She’s still there.” She raised her brows. “So I’m going to transfer out.”

“To where?” he breathed, still unsettled by what he witnessed.

“Vice.” She laughed. “No…I think Law Enforcement has had its fill of me. They look at me the way your detail used to when I was a kid. Like they can’t wait to get rid of me.”

“You’re giving up then? Letting them win? Letting their narrow minds beat you?”

It was Emily’s turn to frown.

“If you go, then they win. What they say about you will go unchallenged.”

“Let it. They’re right.”

“No. They are not.”

“I can guess your initial reaction, you know? All of you. When you pictured it, Ian and I. Together. Derek would have been outraged, like a Victorian man. Dave? He’d be sad. Penelope would be in denial. Spencer? Embarrassed. JJ…JJ would be sad too. And you? You would have been disappointed. Disappointed in what I did. Disappointed that I didn’t tell you. Disappointed that I chose to go rogue. Am I close?”

Aaron inhaled deeply. She was pretty much on the button. “You missed something.”

“What?”

“The root of all of those emotions. You overlooked it.”

Her frown deepened.

“Love. All of those feelings we had were all rooted in love for you as our friend. Sorrow and anger that someone expected you to go that far, for that long.”

“I’d done it before.” She admitted.

“When?”

She shrugged. “’96. And again in ’99.”

He shook his head. She was 26 when she first was assigned to do that. 26. He knew she was 23 when she first transferred to Interpol. He thought back to when he was 23. That was about the age he was when he was working for Emily’s parents. He had that safe little job; Haley waiting for him at home… he couldn’t imagine what it was like for Emily – moving all around the globe; being in danger; sleeping with terrorists… “Were you scared?” he asked.

“My aliases weren’t.” she shrugged. “Emily Prentiss wasn’t there for any of it. The sex… the torture. It didn’t happen to her.”

Aaron shook his head at Emily referring to herself in the third person. It didn’t sit right with him.

“I always wanted to be someone else.” She said. “You remember, I know you do.”

“Yes, but…” he cupped her cheek. “you shouldn’t have had to go through all that.”

“I did good things though. Amidst the bad… I did good. Didn’t I?”

He nodded. “You did. You made a difference.”

She smiled and nodded. “That’s important. I’ll go as soon as I can.”

“Please don’t. We only just got you back.”

“And JJ and Spence are at arguing. And Derek’s scared to take his eyes off me. And Penelope is monitoring my whereabouts through my cell ‘phone. And Dave is inviting me for dinner every second night. It’s all screwed up. Nothing’s the same anymore, Hotch. I need to get away. I need to breathe. I need to…I don’t know what I need. But I need… SOMETHING.”

Aaron reached out to hug her, but Emily pulled away. “Someone will see.”

“So?”

“So we’re fucking, remember?” she snapped, forgetting her earlier distaste for the phrase. She sighed and wrenched the glock and holster from her hip, tossing it into his lap and pulling her badge from her pocket and dumping that in his hands too.

“Emily?!” he called as she stopped and stepped past him on the stair, not looking back.

“Tell Strauss… tell her she was right.”

Aaron leapt to his feet and ran after her.

Emily walked through the bullpen, ignoring Aaron’s calls. She was aware of the rest of the team looking up in confusion, but she ignored that too. Emily Prentiss WAS dead. She died in Paris. Her ghost visited the BAU for a week before disappearing.

#emily prentiss #fanfic #it’s so bleak #criminal minds #emily whump #torturing prentiss #sorry everyone

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blueroses789 · 2 years

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I wish I could be Stronger

Warnings:

Mental health issues

Smut

Angst

Domestic violence

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Chapter 16/?

Cruel: Chapter 16

“We need to talk.” Those were the words Eren sent Mikasa first thing in the morning. This wasn’t a random decision. He had stayed up all night thinking about what just went down. Honestly it came as a bit of a shock. He still couldn’t bring his head around them. Had he overstepped his bounds? Eren had always prided himself on his ability to stand up for his friends. Well, it was mostly him and Mikasa. It wasn’t until he got older that Eren could actually stand up for others by himself. None of them had complained when he did.

“So then why did Y/n have such an issue?”

But that's not true. This wasn’t the first time someone had been pissed with him over him wanting to help. He remembered the time he chased down a thief and was so caught up doing so that he lost Mikasa and the kid. Not only that, but he beat the guy up pretty badly. Armin had said it was overkill. Was this also overkill?

So, for the first time in a while, Eren contacted Mikasa.

It was hours until Mikasa answered. He had checked an hour later and knew that Mikasa had read it. But it was not until lunch time that she responded.

“About what.” Eren was quick to respond, because the question had been eating away at him.

“I need your opinion about something.” Eren stared at his phone, hoping Mikasa would respond soon. Luckily this time she responded.

“Fine. 5?”

“Sure.”

He was more nervous than he thought. It was weird to go from always being around each other for years, to not seeing one another for ages. Or at least that's how he felt. And as much as Eren wanted to hide the fact, it hurt. He cared very deeply for her. That would never change. Not in a million years. Deep down Eren hoped that they could somehow mend their relationship. They hadn’t parted on good terms. He regrets that now. Maybe he didn’t need to shout like that. The guilt got worse. He hadn’t been kind to Y/n either. Maybe he should have heard her out when Mina told him about Y/n liking him. Even if she had, couldn’t he have talked to her? He had always been rash. Suddenly Eren’s question was answered. He didn’t need Mikasa to tell him that anymore. But he still had to speak with her.

Mikasa arrived only a few minutes later. He couldn’t help but notice how tired she was. Her skin was pale and the bags under her eyes showed clearly. She didn’t have her usual poise today. Armin had told him that Mikasa wasn’t taking this well. He felt guilty as he did hurt. Despite the breakup, he still cared about her. Maybe even still loved her. But his feelings felt so conflicted that Eren wasn’t able to sort them out in regards to her.

Wordlessly, she walked in.

“Tea?” His voice came out more weak than he intended. It was like someone was squeezing his vocal cords. Mikasa sat quietly as Eren made tea. Neither spoke. Perhaps it was the fear of what they might say.

For Eren, it was the acknowledgment that his rashness might have cost him their relationship.

For Mikasa, it was the fear of Eren hating her. Once they sat down with tea in their hands, there were no more excuses.

“I spoke with Y/n yesterday.” Something in Mikasa’s deep gray eyes flashed.

“What happened?”

“Umm… she… well I intervened in a conversation and she didn’t take it well.” Mikasa narrowed her eyes. Eren knew exactly what this look ment. This was before Mikasa was about to interrogate him. Might as well get this part over with.

“Some asshole was making comments about Y/n. I stepped in and it pissed her off.” He watched Mikasa in order to get an indication of what she was thinking.

“Well, it might have made her feel uncomfortable.” Eren took a sip of his tea. He supposed Mikasa was right. Y/n never asked for him to escalate the situation. Now that he thought about it, Y/n had it under control. Eren had always fought his own battle (with varying degrees of success). He remembered something Armin had once said.

“Helping isn’t good if you don’t take into consideration the other person's feelings.” Is that what he had, has been doing?

“Why did you break up with me?” Mikasa was like a deer in the headlights.Her hands tightened around the mug of tea.

“This is what you called me here for.”

“I’m not tryna give you a hard time. Did I do something?” Mikasa closed her eyes. His heart sank. Mikasa wasn’t the type to give into emotional outbursts. She wouldn’t even let him see her cry.

“I don’t hate you-”

“I never said you did!” He gaped at her. Sure their relationship had been fractured for a bit but did Mikasa really think that Eren thought he hated her? Mikasa opened her eyes. They were bright, like a gray cavern that one could just fall into. This was worse than Mikasa being angry. Far worse.

“You know, you can be really cruel sometimes.” A shaky breath left her body. Instinctually, Eren reached for her hand. The fingers felt thin and cold.

“Do you have any idea how you impact people? Every time you act on your impulses someone gets hurt. Like taking off after that man leaving me behind in the dark! Like what the hell Eren!” A tear rolled down her face.

“Eren. You need to start thinking about your actions.”

Mikasa had actually woken up in a pretty good mood that morning. It was seven am and she was already working out. By eight she was taking a shower and at eight thirty eight she received a text from Y/n. With butterflies in her stomach Mikasa flopped on her bed and eagerly responded.

Y/n: Hey

Mikasa: Morning. What's up?

Y/n: Okay. I didn’t sleep that well last night

Mikasa: Why?

Y/n:

Mikasa: Want to hang out?

Y/n: Not feeling 100%

Mikasa was just about to respond when another text arrived. It took her a moment to process who it was.

Eren: We need to talk

She read over the words again and again. Were her eyes playing tricks?

She was at his place in half an hour. And boy did he look a mess. Well, his hair had always been a little unkempt. But it looked like he had just rolled out of bed. With bleary eyes, Eren let her inside. It was weird to be back after what had happened. The place still looked the same, but felt so different. None of her things lay sprawled across the room. No potted plant by the window.

“Tea?” She was alarmed to hear just how unsteady his voice sounded. She was plunged into guilt. Not since the death of his mother had Mikasa seen Eren look bad. In fact he looked ill. In silence they sat down. No one said anything while Eren brewed the tea. Anxiety was swirling in her stomach.

“He’s definitely mad.” She thought to herself. Mikasa hated this. The whole situation was something out of a horror movie for her. He was surely going to ask why she broke up with him. But not under any circumstance could he know about Y/n. Especially since they only just started being friends again.

What if he did know about Y/n though? Maybe he found out. Or he told Y/n.

The thought made her sick to the stomach. She hoped to God Y/n didn’t find out.

What was just as bad was the idea that Eren hated her.

“I spoke with Y/n yesterday.”

“He knows! Shit, this isn’t good.” Mikasa felt her stomach clench painfully. How could she respond? Deny? No. That would make her guilt all the more obvious.

But was she really guilty? Was there really something wrong with liking someone that wasn’t Eren? Ever since her childhood, Mikasa had only really considered Eren as an available choice. She remembered feeling guilty when she had that brief crush on Jean in the third grade (though in her defense she wasn’t with Eren at the time.” Not knowing what so say, Mikasa kept her response brief.

“What happened?”

“Umm… she… well I intervened in a conversation and she didn’t take it well.” Mikasa a a bit surprised. What could Eren have said that made Y/n upset? Y/n being upset was so weird.

Or maybe……could it have been about her? Mikasa felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Y/n perhaps liking her back. No, she was getting ahead of herself.

So what had Eren said to Y/n? Mikasa narrowed her eyes, intending to get to the bottom of the issue. Eren had a habit of being rash. He could even be hurtful without meaning it.

“Some asshole was making comments about Y/n. I stepped in and it pissed her off.” Ah. Now it made sense. Mikasa could see something like this happening. She still felt a tinge of annoyance when remembering how Eren chased a guy down, leaving Mikasa with some kid. Another time a guy made catcalls at her and Eren had almost got hit by a car to beat him up. Luckily that time Mikasa had a firm grip on his upper arm.

“Well, it might have made her feel uncomfortable.” Eren furrowed his eyebrows.

“Helping isn’t good if you don’t take into consideration the other person's feelings.” She elaborated.

“Why did you break up with me?” Mikasa’s eyes shot up. Was this why he had asked her? She suspected that this question would come up.

She could see the utter dejection on his face. Whenever he was sad Eren didn’t directly took at someone in the eyes.

“This is what you called me here for.” Mikasa said sadly.

“I’m not tryna give you a hard time. Did I do something?” She didn’t want to tell him the truth. Anything that had upset Eren, Mikasa had kept at arm's length. She remembered one time in fourth grade Eren had made a God awful poster. Despite Armin begging her to tell the truth, Mikasa lied and said it looked good. But now wasn’t the time. Her eyes closed, tears gathering behind them. She didn’t want him to hate her.

“I don’t hate you-” She started. Eren immediately cut across her.

“I never said you did!” He said alarmed. She couldn’t take this anymore. Eren said this as if it were obvious. He would always think someone thought along the same lines as him. Unable to see things from another point of view.

“You know, you can be really cruel sometimes.” The breath that left her body hurt. As did Eren’s fingers gently touching her hand. It lit something within her.

“Eren. You need to start thinking about your actions.”

Mikasa had departed after a quick goodbye. Eren hadn’t tried to stop her. Arriving back at her apartment, Mikasa lay on the bed. A blizzard swept outside as a tear rolled down her face.

This was the end. And nothing could fill the hole left behind.

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czenzo · 1 year

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Seven Years - Chapter IV

[ao3] chapter links: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ]

summary: Charlie swung the door open, and his world promptly came crashing down around him. It had been seven years since Charlie last saw Nick Nelson, but he had barely changed – aside from the extra inch or so of height, the beard, and the fact he’d put on a bit of weight and muscle. Charlie’s brain couldn’t process it quickly enough, and so he simply stood, slack-jawed, waiting for Nick to say something.

Seven years after they broke up, Nick suddenly shows up at Charlie’s door, changing the course of their adult lives.

words: 4338 rating: M

note: hope this was worth the wait :) also note that drinking is very very prominent in this chapter!

“Home, sweet temporary home,” Nick said as he held the door open for Charlie.

The hotel room was pretty standard – a double bed, a television, a chair… But the faint scent of Nick’s aftershave clinging to the air made Charlie stumble as he entered.

“Whoa,” Nick pressed a hand to his lower back to steady him, but if anything, it made Charlie less so. Was the room swaying, or was that him? “Maybe you had one too many drinks.”

“No, no,” Charlie insisted. “I’m fine.”

Though he couldn’t really be fine. Not in a situation like this. The day had been a blur – he’d started it over at Tao’s, and then, thanks to an awful cocktail of nerves and adrenaline, it was like he blinked and was suddenly heading up to Nick’s hotel room.

As Nick closed the door behind them, Charlie recollected the day’s events.

❃

Nick’s reply had come through just five minutes after Charlie accidentally sent that text the night before.

But of course, thanks to Tao and Elle’s intervention, Charlie didn’t see it until one o’clock in the morning, after the credits of their final film of the night began to roll across the television screen and Tao lifted his weight off of Charlie’s feet just long enough for Charlie to haul himself up and leap across the room to grab his phone. Tao murmured something to Elle as he did so, but Charlie was too busy reading the hours-old notification on his screen.

[Nick] Absolutely! There’s a bar at my hotel, if that’s your sort of thing?

Charlie blinked slowly at the message, eyes weary with the desperate need for sleep.

He was conscious enough to realise he should probably hold off on replying until he’d slept and regained his basic brain functions (which included A) common sense, and B) the ability to type coherently). It was comforting to know he still had some restraint; the temptation to send a reply right then and there was strong, but Charlie liked to think his self-respect was stronger.

He put the phone down and promptly fell asleep on the couch.

Of course, within seconds of waking up, he sent his reply.

[Me] yeah sounds good

[Me] what time?

And Nick’s next one arrived in mere minutes.

[Nick] Does 7 work for you?

Charlie squinted at the time in the corner of his phone screen. It had just gone ten o’clock, which gave him more than enough time to crawl home, eat, and freshen up, and would leave him with at least six hours to sit and mentally prepare himself.

[Me] yep :) see you then

[Nick] Do you know the way to the hotel?

Unfortunately, he did, thanks to a number of failed nights out at that exact hotel bar – none of which had progressed to a second date. After countless attempts, he’d come to the conclusion that his standards were too high, and no man would ever reach them.

[Me] I do, yeah

[Nick] Perfect! See you in a bit :)

Or maybe he was mistaken.

“Good morning, Charlie,” Elle said through a yawn as she emerged from the bedroom. Charlie sat up at the sound of her entrance and grimaced at the crick in his back. “Ooh, fall asleep in a funny position?”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “Couches are weird to sleep on.”

“I’ll keep pestering Tao to buy an air bed for you,” Elle called as she drifted into the kitchen. “We have this conversation every time someone stays over, and every time he says he’ll get round to it, but he never does.”

Charlie followed the sound of her voice into the kitchen. “I think you might just have to buy it yourself.”

“Absolutely not,” Elle replied. She flicked on the kettle and went through the motions of making everyone’s morning caffeine boost, automatically including a third mug for Charlie. Out of all of his friends, Elle made the best tea by far. He leaned against the counter and watched her work her magic. “I won’t be responsible for everything. I need to be able to count on him to do things too.”

“Is this about that air bed?” Tao’s voice gradually became louder as he approached the kitchen.

“Yes,” Elle called, putting the tea bags into the mugs with a hint of unnecessary force. “It is.”

“I will buy it right here, right now.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Tao entered and joined Charlie in leaning against the countertop. Charlie lowered his head onto the jut of his friend’s shoulder and watched him put an air bed into his virtual shopping trolley.

“My god,” Charlie said softly. “He’s actually doing it.”

“Done,” Tao said after a few taps on the screen. “Purchased.”

“I cannot believe my eyes, Mr Xu,” Elle teased. She handed out the mugs full of freshly-brewed goodness, and together the three of them stood in comfortable silence. Charlie was halfway through his tea when Tao opened his mouth and shattered the peace.

“So, I’m assuming the first thing you did when you woke up was check your texts with Nicholas.”

“Nichol–? Oh. No,” Charlie replied, staring into his mug. “Of course I didn’t.”

“Oh?”

“I opened my eyes first. Took a few breaths. Stretched.”

“And then grabbed your phone.”

“Maybe.”

“So what’s happening?” Elle said, peering at him over the rim of her mug. The scent of her floral drink was a sweet clash against the bitterness of Charlie’s builder’s tea. (Tao, the freak, had a mug of straight black coffee.)

“I’m meeting him tonight.”

He’d caught them both mid-sip, and he’d be lying if he said seeing them simultaneously choke and splutter wasn’t amusing.

“What?” Tao said, at the same time Elle asked, “Where?”

“At his hotel. Not like that,” he quickly added. “There’s a bar. We’re just gonna have a catch-up over a couple of drinks.”

Elle raised a perfectly-shaped eyebrow. “As friends?”

“Of course as friends.”

“O-kay,” Tao said slowly.

“Well, just know if you need to nip here at any time tonight, you can. We’re closer to the hotel than your flat. Tara and Darcy aren’t too far, either. I’m sure they’d–”

“They’re on holiday, sweetheart,” Tao gently interrupted.

“Oh! Oh, they are, aren’t they? Did you see the pictures of that hidden beach Tara posted the other day?”

Charlie nodded with a smile. “Yeah, it looked really cool.”

“But anyway, our door’s open for you all night,” Tao continued for Elle. “If you randomly show up, I promise to try and keep the snarky comments to a minimum.”

“Love you too, Tao.”

“Your tea’s going cold.”

It was Tao Speak for I love you too, Charlie. Elle’s smile said the same thing.

In a world full of stress and worry and uncertainty, Tao and Elle – and their cosy flat – were always a solid source of comfort. They were a second home.

A home with really good tea.

❃

Charlie arrived back at his flat an hour later. He’d been wearing the same outfit for an alarming amount of time, and it was a relief to peel it off while the shower warmed up.

As the water ran, he scrolled through his and Nick’s texts for the twentieth time that day.

Nick’s hotel. The bar. Seven o’clock.

Nick had said he was only here for the weekend – he couldn’t be leaving that night, surely, if he was inviting Charlie over to have a few drinks with him. He must be leaving tomorrow. It was then that Charlie recalled that tomorrow was a Monday, and he’d need to be damn careful how much he drank not just so he could watch what he said around Nick, but also so he didn’t have to suffer the consequences at work the morning after.

Hangovers and offices were never a good mix.

The shower was scalding and probably burnt off a layer of his skin, but Charlie emerged feeling livelier than ever before. He was going to have a good night, damn it. To hell with exes and awkwardness. He was meeting up with an old friend after years of not seeing him, and it was going to be lovely.

He scrolled through their texts again while he waited for the kettle to boil for his second cup of tea of the day. His towel still hung damp around his waist, and water trickled from the tips of his hair down to the small of his back; it tickled and made him flinch.

Charlie hadn’t sent any more messages, and neither had Nick. The formation of plans felt very… final. As if adding any unnecessary words after it would mess things up. Mess what up, Charlie wasn’t sure. But he was certain it would mess up something.

And so he stared at the texts, and didn’t dare to type anything.

He wondered if Nick was doing the same.

What was he doing right now? Was he still in bed, enjoying the quiet weekend? Did he have homework to mark, lessons to prepare? Or was he lounging around – reading a book, watching television, posting on his socials? (Charlie wondered whether he should unblock Nick on everything. Was it the right time for that? Or would that seem too… eager? Overstep some kind of invisible line?)

(Did Nick ever block him?)

Charlie caught himself staring into his mug, lost deep in thought. The remnants of water that clung to his hair were slowly drip, drip, dripping into his tea, and he jerked back, running a hand through his damp curls to push them out of the way.

Stop overthinking everything.

The hours dragged by. By the time Charlie had stepped out of the shower, it wasn’t far off midday, and once he’d eaten something and pulled on some comfy clothes it wasn’t even one o’clock yet. Far from it.

Over six hours to go.

At least, he reasoned, it gave him ample time to decide what to wear. Charlie stood in front of his wardrobe, the doors of which were wide open and the contents of which didn’t seem good enough.

His go-to outfit was (still) a jumper and jeans, but was that too casual? When he’d gone to this bar in the past, he’d noticed some people in suits.

He wasn’t going to wear a suit.

What if Nick wore a suit?

No, no. Surely not.

Maybe he should at least wear something a bit smarter than jeans.

The next two hours were spent methodically going through each and every item within his wardrobe, and organising them into one of three categories: Maybe, Not Sure, and Absolutely Not. By the time he reached the last piece of clothing – the shirt he’d worn on the last day of sixth form that had been scribbled all over in Sharpie by his classmates (honestly, he hadn’t seen that shirt in years. It had been wedged so far back into the wardrobe it may as well have been in Narnia) – the Absolutely Not pile was considerably larger than the rest.

At least it narrowed down his options.

It then took Charlie half an hour to come to a final decision, and another to get everything back into his wardrobe. He shut the wardrobe doors and checked the time on his phone. Half-past three.

Time was acting like it was a weekday; the hours only dragged themselves along like this when he was at work, and then whizzed by at three times the usual speed as soon as Friday was over.

Today was a Sunday. What the fuck?

Roll on seven o’clock. Or not. Maybe he could use the time to genuinely think about what he was going to say – or did he even need to do that? They’d already jumped most of the awkward hurdles when Nick suddenly showed up at his door the other day. Tonight would just be a night of drinks and casual conversation about… the weather, or something.

God, that sounded awful.

Charlie ached to talk to Nick about something meaningful – about their times at university, their experiences with dating in their twenties… Admittedly, not what the typical person would consider meaningful, but it meant something to Charlie. But then there was the problem of those topics not exactly being suitable for diving into with an ex you haven’t seen for seven years.

Maybe he could broach them a few drinks in.

After he caught himself stood staring into space, lost in thought for the millionth time that day, Charlie threw himself onto his couch and decided the best course of action was to distract his mind with some shitty television.

Six o’clock came around faster than he anticipated. His plan of distracting himself with TV worked so well that when he tore his gaze from the screen to check the time, he could almost feel his heart leaving his body as it plummeted to the ground.

It was a damn good thing he’d already planned his outfit earlier. He rushed to his room, pulled on the pre-laid-out clothes, and scarpered into the bathroom to sort out his hair. It was a curly mess, as per usual, but a few comb-throughs with his fingers made it look somewhat presentable.

It crossed his mind to put a bit of makeup on. He’d dabbled with it over the past few years – nothing drastic. He’d simply learnt a brush of mascara and a dab of concealer could make him look considerably more alive.

But if Nick noticed he’d done up his lashes and covered his blemishes, Charlie would be mortified. He couldn’t be seen putting too much effort in.

It wasn’t a date, after all.

So he forewent the makeup, and instead splashed some water on his face in the hopes that would magically make him look okay.

By the time he returned to his living room to pull his shoes on, it was six-forty (man, he must have spent more time looking at himself in the mirror than he thought). If he set off now, he should still get there on time despite the evening traffic.

Charlie bid his flat a silent goodbye, and a promise to try and return in one, non-sobbing piece (which was yet to happen after a night out at this particular bar). Then closed the door behind him, and didn’t let himself think about Nick the whole car ride there.

❃

He spotted Nick as soon as he walked inside.

A glance at his watch said it was only a couple of minutes past seven as he approached him from behind. Amidst the ambient chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the pouring of drinks, Nicholas Nelson sat quietly at the bar, nursing a beer. He wore an outfit similar to Charlie’s in everything but colour – they’d both gone for the classic trousers and jumper combination, though Charlie wore a collared shirt under his. He breathed a sigh of relief at knowing his hours-long outfit debacle hadn’t gone to waste. He’d made the right choice.

He could only hope the rest of his choices this evening were the right ones, too.

“Hey,” he said as he took the empty stool beside Nick.

“Hi,” Nick turned to him with a warm smile, and for a moment Charlie almost forgot about the not-a-date thing. He shrugged it off and ordered a drink (a gin and tonic – he wondered if it made him look mature).

“How was the conference thing?”

“Good, yeah. They’re never the most thrilling events, but it was okay. The whole weekend’s been nice, really. A welcome break from… everything.”

A break? Charlie almost scoffed. He felt like his brain had been working overtime this weekend.

“That’s good,” he replied as the bartender handed him his drink. “So, you’re heading off tomorrow?”

“I was meant to go today, but I added an extra night and called work to let them know I caught some kind of bug at the conference.”

Charlie blinked owlishly at him.

“There’s no bug. I’m not sick, I promise,” Nick grinned.

“Oh. Then why did you…?”

Nick shrugged, non-committal. “Felt like it. Like I said, this weekend’s been a welcome break.”

“I see,” Charlie nodded slowly. He took a long sip of his drink and held back a grimace. He’d been so distracted by his companion he’d forgotten to order the specific kind of tonic he liked. This one was shit.

But it was expensive, so he was going to grimace his way through every drop.

“How was Tao’s?”

“Oh, it was good. We were up most of the night indulging his strange taste in films.”

“Ah, nice. Y’know… I was surprised when you texted me,” Nick said, holding the rim of his glass close to his lips. “I kind of wasn’t expecting to hear from you.” He followed his sentence with an immediate sip of his drink, as if trying to pretend he hadn’t said anything.

“But I agreed to keep in touch,” Charlie countered. Nick didn’t need to know the text was an accident. “And you’re only here for the weekend.”

“Yeah, but” – Nick shrugged again, one long, slow motion, as if just his shoulders were moving through water – “with everything. Our– our past. I didn’t know if you meant it when you said you’d stay in touch or you were just saying yes because you felt like you had to?”

“If I genuinely hadn’t wanted this, I would have said so. I’m here because…” Charlie waved his glass around vaguely. “I wanted to give it a second chance.”

“Give what a second chance?”

“Us as friends.” He took a deep breath. “It hurt like hell when all of… that… happened, but we were still kids, really. Neither of us had any proper experience before it all. You handled things badly as a teenager, but I don’t think I should hold that against you as an adult. A lot can happen in seven years, right? Or maybe I’m being stupid and overly optimistic.”

“Maybe you are,” Nick replied after a lengthy pause. “But I’m glad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re right. I handled things badly back then–”

“You did have a very shitty excuse for everything.”

“I– Yeah. I was excited but terrified for uni. Long distance scared me, and I know it scared you, and I was worried that I’d leave and everything would go to shit, and things would never be the same, and in my mind it made sense that it would be better to just jump the gun and break things off before I left. In the hopes that–”

“That you’d destroy everything and make a swift exit? That I’d be happy that you made that decision on your own, without properly talking to me about it?”

When Nick replied, his voice was so quiet Charlie had to strain to hear him amidst the surrounding chatter. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Well” – Charlie drank the rest of his drink in one go – “you didn’t.”

Nick took a slow sip of his beer. “For what it’s worth – I’m sorry.”

Charlie contemplated his empty glass. “It’s been a long week. I shouldn’t be getting so worked up about such an old relationship.”

“To be fair, you never got the chance to be mad at me face to face. I moved away a couple of days later.”

“I know you did,” Charlie said, the malice seeping into his voice making him sound somewhat like Tao. He inhaled deeply through his nose, exhaled sharply through his mouth, and ordered another drink.

“Have you met anyone since?” Nick said, broaching one of Charlie’s secretly desired topics so soon into their meeting that he wondered if this drink wasn’t actually Nick’s first. Charlie took so long to think over his reply that his vodka and coke arrived before he opened his mouth.

“I tried. Had flings, here and there. Never really had the energy – or the time, really – for anything serious. You?”

“There was something at uni,” Nick said. He finished his drink and ran his thumb back and forth against the rim of the empty glass. “An on-and-off thing with a girl from my course. It didn’t last past graduation, though.”

“A situationship?”

Nick snorted. “Is that what it’s called?”

“I think so. ’S been nothing serious for you either, then.”

“No. There hasn’t.”

“Ah.”

A blanket of suffocating silence fell over them. One million questions whizzed through Charlie’s head, but none came with an appropriate way to bring them up.

From there, Charlie’s memory became fuzzy – he remembered drinking the vodka and coke far faster than he needed to, and swiftly ordering another one. And another.

They chatted. About what, he still couldn’t remember. Charlie had been too distracted to pay full attention.

What he did remember, was Nick rolling up his sleeves a few drinks in, and the subsequent reveal of arm hair and muscles had made Charlie immediately order another. Nick’s broad chest pulled his shirt taught, and his thighs had strained against the seams of his trousers where they pressed against his seat.

Jesus. Christ.

He had no idea what lead them to head up to Nick’s room. Maybe he’d become concerned with the amount Charlie had drunk (so much for taking care on a Sunday night). Or maybe he wanted to kiss him.

What a stupid thought.

But as Charlie stood in the hotel room, gently swaying to and fro as Nick approached him with a gentle smile, that stupid thought was all that ran through his mind.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

“The bar was getting too loud,” Nick said, leading Charlie to the small armchair in the corner of the room. “I’m surprised so many people drink on a Sunday night.”

“Mm,” Charlie nodded as he sat down.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m–” he frowned, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m fine. I think I’m just a bit confused.”

“Confused?” If Nick had been a dog, one ear would be pointing straight up, the other flopping loosely downwards. But Nick was not a dog, and so Charlie had to look at the very human, very good-looking Nick tilting his head at him.

“Is this normal for friends to do?”

Nick said nothing. He sat on the edge of the bed, which had not been made by a hotel housekeeper, instead clearly someone who didn’t usually make beds. Had Nick anticipated Charlie coming up to his room?

Sensing Nick was still lost, Charlie continued. “I’m drunk. You invited me to your hotel room.”

“The… bar was getting too loud,” Nick repeated. “You said it yourself. You’re very drunk.”

“So you invited me up to your room?”

“I’m not going to let you drive back drunk, am I?”

“Oh.”

He hadn’t thought about that at all.

Suddenly, Charlie felt very, very stupid. Of course Nick was just being considerate.

“Did you… think I brought you up here for a different reason?”

Charlie mulled over the responses he could give, but it took him far too long. Nick seemed to interpret his silence as an answer in itself.

“Oh.” Nick rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat sheepish. “I’m sorry if I made you think anything else.”

“You didn’t,” Charlie said quickly.

“I didn’t?”

“No. You were being thoughtful. I get that. Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

Another silence fell over them. Charlie was getting tired of silences.

Nick must have been, too. “I’m confused,” he said, frowning over at Charlie.

“Why?”

“This entire night’s been full of mixed signals,” Nick said. Charlie was becoming increasingly aware of how Nick was nowhere near as sober as he’d initially seemed. He was beginning to open up far more than a man who’d only had a pint or two would. “You’ve been giving me nothing but mixed signals.”

“Mixed… signals?”

“Slating me for breaking up with you one second, and staring at my thighs the next?”

“Oh.” Drunk Charlie clearly wasn’t as subtle as he’d thought.

“I’d put it down to the drinks, but… I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Me neither.”

“If I got up, and kissed you right now,” Nick said after a deep breath, “what would you do?”

“Maybe you should find out.”

They exchanged a look.

Nick stood up. Charlie watched him.

It took just two steps for Nick to reach him, and about two seconds for him to contemplate things, before he stooped down to press his lips against Charlie’s.

Charlie closed his eyes. It was like he was a young teenager again, back at that stupid party, back in the empty room where they’d first kissed. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Nick, cupping his nape with a sweaty palm, and dragged him down.

Charlie opened his mouth. Nick pressed in further.

It was messy, and involved far too much spit on account of them both being far from sober, but it was hot and desperate and full of want, full of seven years of unspoken truths. Nick gasped as Charlie pressed his nails against skin, and groaned as he moved down to his neck.

Charlie wasn’t sure how much time passed as they kissed and grabbed and pressed against each other, but after a while it became evident that while they were both completely and utterly turned on, they were far too tired – and far too drunk – to continue.

Somehow, they’d both squashed into the armchair together, Charlie’s head resting against Nick’s shoulder, their long legs wrapped around and intertwining with each other in the very little space the chair provided.

Nick pressed his nose into Charlie’s hair, muffling his voice. “I think we should get some sleep.”

“Beating you to it,” Charlie murmured, eyes drifting shut.

“You’ll regret it in the morning if you fall asleep on this thing.”

He had a point. It took longer than it should have to haul themselves up and over to the bed, but far less time to throw their shoes off and duck under the covers as soon as they reached it.

Sleep overcame them both before it could occur to them that they were still fully dressed.

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dragonmasterkaylz · 9 months

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Attack on Titan 2- Character Sheet

Name: Kayleigh Gregson

Age: 15

Birth Date: March 25th, 835

Place of Birth: Wall Maria, Shinganshina

Height: 5’7 / 170cm

Regiment: Scouts

Squad: Special Operations Squad (Levi Squad)

Best Friends: Sasha Braus, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein and Petra Ral.

Mentor: Levi Ackerman.

Enemy: Reiner Braun (Until Part 2 of Season 4)

Eventual Spouse: Reiner Braun.

Headcannon ENG VA: Anne Yatco.

Headcannon JP VA: Miyuki Sawashiro.

Personality:

You will have never met someone as sweet, kind and as understanding as Kayleigh. She can be a little shy when it comes to meeting new people, especially people as eccentric as Hanji. She also finds hard to adjust to new places and at times, her nerves can get the better of her. However, on the battlefield, that all changes. She becomes a true team leader, especially when no one else is willing to stand up and take that position. She may not be as intelligent as Armin, but she isn’t stupid either. She’s able to make decisions based on the situation, even if it’s not easy to do so. She’s far from reckless as well and will never go head to head against a Titan without some kind of plan. And, she isn’t above disciplining and lecturing one of her fellow comrades if she needs to. This is always to help them see that they have to continue fighting on, even if the end result isn’t so pleasant.

Scores:

Fighting Ability- 7/10

ODM Gear Skills- 9/10

Leadership- 8/10

Relationships with her Comrades- 10/10

Trust- 10/10

Cleaning Ability- 8/10

Intellect- 6/10 (Depends)

Fear of the Titans- 2/10

Titan Slaying Skills- 8/10

Opinions of Her:

Eren Jaeger: She’s a really sweet girl, even helped me out while I was in the Special Operations Squad. But, if I’m being completely honest… she scares me sometimes! Her skills are amazing! I don’t really want to get on her bad side!

Mikasa Ackerman: She’s a true leader. I’m honestly surprised that her main goal is to keep her fellow comrades and friends alive. I wish we had met her when we were kids. We did all live in Shinganshina after all~.

Armin Arlert: Kayleigh’s a very kind person, always looking out for us. But she doesn’t give off that Goddess-vibe, like Christa. Of course, she cares for us, but it’s more like she sees us as her family.

Levi Ackerman: There’s a reason why I chose her to be apart of the Special Operations Squad. She really impressed me in our mission to wipe out the Titans in Trost, even saving the lives of my fellow comrades. She was going to see the mission through to the end and she wasn’t concerned about her kill count or anything as trivial as that. She’s a natural-born leader and that’s all there is to it. Also… her cleaning skills put the others to shame and she makes good tea.

Sasha Braus: She’s my best friend!!! Has been since the first day of Cadet Corps. She ever volunteered to run with me after Shadis gave me that punishment… hehe. She even gave me some of her leftovers after she had dinner… since I wasn’t allowed to eat for an entire week. Ohhh… that was the worst punishment!

Jean Kirstein: Honestly, when I first met her, I did think her ODM skills could do with some work… and after some training with me, she was suddenly a lot better than I was! I didn’t think it was possible at the time, but she’s very much aware of how much fuel she has left, as well as how many blades. She pays attention to things like that! I couldn’t ask for a better comrade if I’m being completely honest!

Petra Ral: When the Captain told us that we were getting a new comrade, who had just come out of the 104th Cadet Corps, I was honestly surprised. But after seeing her in action, I know why he chose her! She’s not only skilled in combat, but she cares for all of us! Sometimes I think that she and Oruo have a rivalry that even she doesn’t know about yet. Also… I think Levi treats her like his own daughter~! Hehe~!

Hanji Zoë: Kayleigh is by far the most capable and kindest girl I’ve ever met. She even helps me catch Titans, without me asking her to! Unlike the rest of the Levi Squad, she wants to help me further my studies! Yahooo! I adore her so much!!!

Erwin Smith: I’ve never met such a kind Scout in my life. Usually, after a few missions, some of them turn sour but not her. She does have a bad habit of thinking about her comrades lives more than her own. But other than that, she’s a model soldier and I wish a lot of the other Scouts would follow her example.

Fun Facts:

She always wears a pink silk scarf that her Father bought for her when she was younger. Taking it off isn’t an option for her. The only time she will is when she’s going to sleep.

She always wears her green cloak, even out of battle, and people often wonder why. The only three people who know are Mikasa, Sasha and Petra. And they won’t tell people why she always wears it. It’s strictly confidential!

Levi tends to dote on her more than the other Cadets, not even realising that he does so. Usually, Hanji will point out that he’s like a Father to her and he will deny it with ever fibre of his being. But if she ever gets hurt… God help the Titan or person who did hurt her.

She carries a journal with her that is absolutely top secret. She likes to put in her thoughts about other people and also about what she’s learned from the higher ups, especially from Commander Erwin. Only Hannes has ever seen what’s inside and he was very impressed with her attention to detail. She has said made it very clear though, that if she ever dies, she wants it to go straight to the higher up of the Scout Regiment, as she believes it will be very useful to their cause.

She holds her blades a certain way so she can perform her own special technique, which wasn’t taught. She learnt it all on her own and is very proud of it. Most people believe that her special technique is a lot like Levi’s, but it couldn’t be any further from it. This technique does allow her to go a lot faster, however she can go from Titan to Titan without taking a scratch with this technique. The first time she ever used it was in Trost to save Jean.

She had a huge crush on Reiner, until it was soon revealed that he was the enemy and she was heartbroken for days after that. Mikasa and Sasha tried to cheer her up, but nothing worked. She felt betrayed and she hated the feeling.

Her Past:

As a young girl, she was a delight to be around and she had admired the Scouts from day one. Exactly a year before Wall Maria was destroyed, she talked her Mother into seeing the Scouts off to their mission and told her that she had a present for ‘Humanities Strongest Soldier’. Helen agreed to watch them and Kayleigh walked up to Levi, giving him a silk cravat that her Father had brought back from Wall Sina. He was surprised, but he took it from her, patting her head as he did so. “Thanks”. “You’re welcome, sir!”

‘I sure hope a sweet girl like her doesn’t intent to join the Scouts’.

A year later, tragedy struck and she watched as the Armoured Titan broke down the inner gate of Wall Maria. A large boulder crushed both of her parents right in front of her and she was carried onto a boat by a Garrison Soldier. Once there, she heard Eren’s speech about destroying the Titans and vowed to do the same to avenge her parents. After many years had passed, she joined the Cadet Corps and vowed to become a Scout. She didn’t get into the top ten, but she wanted to become a Scout nonetheless.

That’s when her actual story starts….

Other Characters She’s Like:

Rias Gremory- Highschool DxD

Strict but fair when it comes to Leadership. She will put her comrades in difficult situations, but she will never let them die.

Asuka- Senran Kagura

Especially kind and sweet, but serious when it comes to her training. Will follow her friends to the very end. She’s also hardworking, but can be clumsy at times.

Dean Winchester- Supernatural

She’s a good fighter and won’t ever give up, but she’s willing to die for her friends. But you don’t want to make her angry. That adorable and sweet look can go the second she’s been betrayed or hurt. And if you ever ask her if she’s okay, she’ll lie to you… because she’s not. She just doesn’t want to talk about it. She hates worrying people, especially Captain Levi, so she won’t say anything until she explodes one day.

Harley Quinn- Suicide Squad

Once again, she’s a good fighter… but once she’s backed into a corner, she won’t hesitate to kill people in order to survive. She’s also incredibly athletic and flexible, as well as strong. She’s loyal to her friends, no matter what and will help them… even if she had to get her hands dirty and go a little crazy.

In Conclusion…

She’s the most adorable and sweet girl in the Scout Regiment, but she’s also very determined and will fight for her friends until the bitter end. She follows orders, no matter how much she might disagree with them. And everyone believes that she’s the only one who can defeat the Armoured Titan, because of her strong will to avenge her parents. Everyone who has ever met her, likes her and believes that she’s what they all need to keep them all motivated. Sure, she didn’t give a speech like Eren did, but it’s not like she had to. She’s a leader, which is why she was excepted by her comrades in the Special Operations Tactical Squad. They all believe that she has a strength within that no one else can claim. Something stronger than revenge. Something stronger than being Humanities Strongest Soldier. All she has in her fragile heart is love. That is what humanity needs to survive. Love.

Thanks for Reading~!!!

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TW: BDSM ; Chains ; Flogging ; Overstimulation ; Blindfolds ; Shackles ; Collars / Leashes ; Muzzles ; Bondage / Restraints ; Riding ; Face Sitting ; Marking ; Vibratiors ; Breath Play

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Decades. It had been decades since her arrival to Teyvat. Thinking back to it, (y/n) hadn’t even realized the bonds she’s made after awakening in the depths of Dragonspine. Though it was best for her to not dwell on the past. After all, she learned early on with her revival that sticking to the past only brought unwanted trouble.

The sound of chains clattering against marble awoke her out of her thoughts as she peered back to the bundle of chains on all fours. A long scaly tail whipping back and forth impatiently as heated glowing amber orbs bore deeply into her own (e/c) ones.

“Morax…”

A soft sigh escaped her as she made her way over to the former archon. The loose hanfu that danced along her smooth skin had the dragon keen in want. The metal cage strapped to his mouth prevented his fangs from sinking into her supple flesh. The desire to mark and claim what was rightfully his was strung up high in his head as he strained against the enchanted chains that bound his wrists together. The hefty weight of the gold collar around his throat only further added to his inability to surge forward as the chain attached to the device around his throat only allowed him so much distance.

“You were being so good earlier. What’s gotten you riled up?”

Though soothing in tone, (y/n)’s expression was anything but as she marveled at the way the Geo Archon was presented before her. The night before his heat had gotten a hold of him, he had given her permission to be just as rough with him to ensure her safety—- and well, she wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her.

In a flurry of motions she had skillfully wrapped the archon’s body in beautiful golden ropes. Each one accentuating the toned muscle from eons of war and battles. The delicious flush of red that painted his skin as she continued to further restrain the male only set her belly a flame.

After all, the initial restraints were only mild. It wasn’t until the late evening did she realize how intensive she had to truly restrain her lover. Enchanted chains shackled him down. A leather muzzle had initially been placed to keep him from biting her, but was quickly forgone as he had ruined that within the span 15 minutes. Thus resulting in the current metal cage that adorned his haughty features.

The collar and leash combo? That had only occurred when she had attempted to leave for the bathroom— only to be slammed into the floor with a lustful dragon dry humping against her as he snarled and growled at the fact he wasn’t able to sink his teeth into her flesh.

The end resulted in the intensive flogging that only further fueled both party’s lust.

“Little one~….”

A pang of warmth hit her as she broke out of her memories from last night to meet his impatient amber orbs.

“I should’ve attached the one with the bar in between just so you wouldn’t distract me.”

Shaking her head, she made her way over to the male, and once she was within reach his tail immediately latched onto her leg. Easily trailing up to press against her cunt as he fervently surged forward to press himself against her. Yet of course, due to the damn muzzle in his way he could only be tantalizingly a breath away from his goal.

The pressure his cock held did little to alleviate the pain as the desire to breed into her deeply sprang forth.

A hefty growl came from him as he pushed her even more until she tumbled onto her back. The morning sun only added to the ethereal effect as he pressed himself as close to her as he could.

“Let me fuck you, Little one…wanna breed you until you’re full of my seed…bearing my children…”

A blush dusted across her features as he continued on before he was suddenly yanked back. A choked gasp came from him as he struggled against the Dendro vines that appeared as the vineyard appendages held him still. Each intimately wrapping around him to keep him seated in a frog tie. The leash having been jerked enough to keep him still as he let out a garbled growl.

“So feisty…this is getting interesting little one…”

“I think it’s time for you to stop talking Morax. I’d rather hear the sounds you truly want to make.”

“Oh ho? How do you plan on doing that?”

Taunting and ever so prideful, the mighty dragon refused to back down as he strained to get as close to her as he could. Her nearing form did little to deter the desire to fuck her thoroughly. Though before he could even do much the vines came forth to hold his head still. Smaller ones easily kept his lips open as he struggled to chomp and tear the greenery away. Yet with this, he failed to notice her swiftly remove the muzzle before replacing it with a strong and sturdy ring gag. His mouth now forcibly open as drool began escaping down his chin.

“Haaah?”

“Not so tough now huh? Like the chains, my lovely Archon, this was also enchanted~. I had the chance to put some of my former power into this device. So I’m confident that it won’t break~.”

Grinning, she watched as the funeral consultant tested the new device before grunting as a flare of his nostrils showed his displeasure in the newly placed device.

“Now that that has been settled, I do believe you should be put to use.”

A guttural sound of confusion came from Zhongli before darkness overcame him. Leafs? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his sense of touch was beginning to heighten and his sense of smell was driving him over the wall as he could practically taste how wet her cunt was.

Almost as if a learned reaction, the dragon’s tongue fervently searched for her as he reached out. His once ‘normal’ tongue now long and thick as his fangs extended ever so slightly over the metal ring of the gag. Freedom from the device was so close, yet as this occurred…

“Guh?! Haah..nnn ”

The metal shifted to accommodate the change Zhongli brought on; and as if to spite him, the device seemed to meld to form a stricter grasp around his face as a metal band formed over his nose bridge, further enforcing the fact that the device was not coming off.

“Ahhh, is, ish nah wha ah wha—ed”

“Oh? You’ll have to use your words more clearly, love~”

Her tone only further fanned the flames of lust in his belly as he continued to obscenely drool all over the marble floors. Though his attempts at reprimanding her were stilled as he let out a muffled grunt before an animal like moan and growl tore through his throat as he finally got a taste of her juices.

Oh how he wished to sink his claws into her supple flesh. Mark the terrain with his love bites and scent. Yet with all the restraints scattered about his body, all he could do was eagerly lap at her pussy with his tongue to the best of his abilities.

And by the sounds she was making, he was doing quite the job. Easily, with his long tongue he teased and taunted her slick walls. All of her weak points, the secret little motions that he knew brought her immense pleasure.

Though (y/n) couldn’t see it, she knew that her lover’s eyes had rolled up into his head. Especially when she could feel his tongue stutter as she not only buried his face into her wet cunt, but as the heel of her foot began to grind on his weeping cock.

Muffled moans and grunts came from the man eating her pussy as he strained against the various layers of restraints she bestowed upon him. Just the very sight of him dressed in her materials had her groaning before cumming against the male’s face.

As she stepped back, she couldn’t help but admire the state she left her lover in. Panting, drooling with a dash of her cum splattered in and an angry red cock.

A sadistic cord snapped within her as she cupped his cheek.

“Mmmm…you’re my good boy, aren’t you Morax?”

“..h-haaah?”

“If you can handle my game well, you can fuck me and fill me with your seed~.”

The mere mention of being able to sheath himself into her had the dragon’s tail whipping back and forth quickly as he leaned into her touch even more.

“Let’s see how well you can hold your breath. If you do well, then you win~.”

Immediately a twitch of his cock was enough to spur her forth as she searched for the last couple of items she needed. With a grin, she easily worked a plug into the ring. Easily, the object filled the dragon’s mouth as his loud pants became muffled grunts and moans.

Though before she decided to attach the smooth leather muzzle over his mouth and nose, she went to work with laying him on his side. The action causing a confused muffled grunt to come from the dragon before a gasp and moan came from him as he squirmed and struggled at the sudden intrusion of the vibrator up into his ass.

“I didn’t say that it would be easy, Morax.”

A teasing lit came from her as she watched how the dragon’s hole greedily ate up the vibrator before she turned the toy on low. The reaction was immediate as the dragon flinched from the sudden motions as mewls and lewd moans continued to leak out from his lips.

“Ah~ You’re so cute…so weak and pliable just for me~.”

Cooing, (y/n) gently ran her fingers along the beautiful horns adorning her lover’s head. Now that they were in full bloom and not stumps like yesterday, she had the ability to properly gaze at them. Though as she got to the base of his horns a muffled cry came from the dragon as spurts of cum splattered against her and his abdomen.

“Ho? I didn’t realize your horns were an erogenous stimulant Morax.”

More muffled whines and growls came from the trembling dragon as he impatiently flicked his tail against the marble. In response, the Demi god pressed a kiss to his forehead before humming.

“Let’s begin our game then~.”

With a grunt and some of her former strength, she sat Zhongli up before she grabbed the leather muzzle. The smooth homeless mask glistened back at her before she placed the item over the dragon’s plugged mouth and nose. The straps behind now buckled securely as silence— save for the vibrations— filled the room.

Smirking, she tested the waters by lightly rubbing her fingers along the tip of his cock. The motion resulting in a highly muffled moan as the dragon trembled. The flourish of his scales along his arms only further served to show how much control he had lost.

“My, my…so sensitive. Then…let’s do this~.”

Immediately, she positioned herself over his weeping cock and in an instant sheathed his cock. The motion causing the bound dragon to writhe and buck his hips immediately up into her as his cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen going to his brain.

If only she could see his expression. His eyes rolled so far up his head as nothing but pleasure and pain hit him as he felt the burn of his lungs for oxygen and his voice sound so meek amidst it all. Of course that high went away as she tugged lightly at the tip of the mask. Fresh air immediately streamed in as he coughed and sputtered with pleads and moans for more as his cock twitched inside of her.

“S-Shit…easy there baby…”

The pet name only further fueled his whines as he leaned forward into her as he pressed his face the best he could into her neck as she struggled to keep the mask away from his nose to ensure he got enough oxygen to his brain.

“Let’s see if I make you cum first or if you make me, how about it Morax~?”

Before he could even try to answer the mask was pressed tightly over his nose again and the slow tell tale sign of their game began as he could feel her hips work their magic. Her heavy panting and groans only seemed to egg him on as he began to partake in the game. His hips meeting hers evenly as the foggy feel from the lack of oxygen began to pull at his lungs again.

The feeling of helplessness and being an all powerful god tamed by a Demi god had his mind reeling from the pleasure of humiliation as he came hard into her. As he did so, he could feel her walls tighten around him only further over stimulating the male after his high as he struggled to keep up.

Soon he was met with the lovely breath of air once again as the mask slipped away and he could finally smell her intoxicating scent. Sweat mixed with his musk never failed to fan at his belly as he fervently dug his face into her neck. Quickly chasing after the high, yet a gasp and muffled broken moan came from the male as he felt her move her hips once again.

“Oh, you thought I was done baby? Not yet~. Didn’t you mention that your heats lasted a week?”

As she mentioned this he couldn’t help but feel his cock swell inside of her again, yet he couldn’t help the keen that came out of his throat at the overstimulation he was about to receive.

“I’ll take good care of you, love. Even if it means me drilling into your dragon mind that I’m the one who is in control~.”

Again, the slapping of skin filled the room as muffled whines came from the dragon. His claws straining against the binds as he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her hips to cum into her again.

Yet no, he was at his lover’s mercy; and honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It wasn’t until she turned the vibrator on high that he came again. A large load coming from him again as he filled her full. His seed seeping deep into her as he rubbed his cheek against her neck even more refusing to allow her to leave as he wished to keep her plugged up. Just as she did to him.

“I suppose I’ll stay like this….but only for a moment. Then we try to feed you…alright?”

Softly murmuring against his hair she couldn’t help lovingly caress his hair as she basked in the moment of calm that a momentarily tired out dragon could bring. After all, she still had to deal with this for the next 6 days.

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