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NINE BLOOD DANCES

Nine Moons for the Nine Circles of Hell

Ruled by Nine Siblings. Or better known as the Commanders of Hell. Each believed to carry a role in the natural world and each a leader of the Devil’s Army. Each Commander is the personification of their circle and is made with a part of The Devil’s Body.

His Brain. His Genitals. His Stomachs. His Lungs. His Eyes. His Tongues. His Flesh. His Ears. And lastly his heart.

With each part, combined with that of a woman of a different species, flourished the consciousness of the circle, and then from a piece of the circle, a body was molded, creating each commander.

Yet with no one to rule over them.

For the Devil has many things to do and does not have the time to watch over the things he created. So, he gets an idea. A funny idea.

For he wishes not to strip himself of more. So, he goes to a mortal man. One who knew all that of the world, a man who had everything that the mortal heart could desire. Expect love–Yes love. For there is a difference between idolization and obsession and honest love. The mortal man had not that, and so the Devil laughed and lured this man to his death. And when no one showed genuine care for the man at his funeral, he fell into despair.

And the Gods who refused to hear his prayers before now stared upon him and pitied him. And sent the mortal man a gift in order to ease the loneliness.

A gift the Devil needs.

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✶ [DEMO]

✶ [PATREON]

✶ [KO-FI]

✶ [DISCORD]

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You were a gift. Now to whom? No one knows.

All that matters is that you are a gift and not like any of the others of your species. Uniqueness and importance oozes from every fiber of your being. You're important. Everyone says you're important. But why you're so important?

Who knows?

You must figure out what makes you so special and different. You must figure out what drives you through all circles. And you have to figure out why the nine commanders of Hell all have their eyes upon you and wish to have you by their side.

All before the fall of the ninth moon.

☽☽✶☾☾ Customizable MC

✶ [Name, Species(human, fallen angel, vampire, succubus/incubus, etc), Personality, Gender, Pronouns] ✶ [Appearance (markings, scars, wings, tails, horns, ears, etc), Traits, Love Language, Allergies, Diet, Piercings, Aesthetics, and more]

☽☽✶☾☾ Ability to have certain traits, likes, and disabilities

✶[Favorite Foods, Smoking/Drinking Habits, & More] ✶[ADHD, OCD, Depression + more] ✶[Hearing Aids, Prosthetic Arms or Legs, and choosing how you lost your limb]

☽☽✶☾☾ Options that have an effect on romantic and platonic relationships.

☽☽✶☾☾ Choose between nine romanceable Love Interests or None at All.

☽☽✶☾☾ Stats, Personality, and MC Characteristics that will affect the story and characters.

[Harem Route & Poly Routes Optional]

| IMPORTANT VIEWINGS OF CERTAIN FEATURES | ✶Ear Piercings

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 1ST CIRCLE—LIMBO—

COMMANDER AAPO I LIBERTAS

── THAT OF THE DEVIL’S BRAIN

✶ Personality: Aapo is an overly confident, charismatic man who is proud of the ranking he holds, being that he is ranked above his siblings and seen as the current ruler of the Nine Circles. Aapo walks and talks with a smile on his face and radiates this atmosphere of freedom, which is quickly erased by this underlying need for control, and he demands it. He has no reservations to confirm that. Many fear him despite his faux cheery attitude and overly relaxed posture.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [6’1FT ~ 188CM] with pale brown colored skin that is littered with warm brown freckles. He had deep-set shaped eyes while his eyes were the darker color shades of the rainbow, that fluctuated depending upon mood but remained a deep emerald green. He has short mahogany brown hair with a short fringe that seems messy. He’s lean and long, with long legs and arms. Always wearing overly vibrant and eccentric suits of greens and browns, decorated with bronze and gold.

──"CAMBION"—AMAB—HE/HIM ──PANSEXUAL [MASC PREFRENCE]

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 2ND CIRCLE—LUST—

COMMANDER ANIL/AIDEN II LUXURIA

── THAT OF THE DEVIL'S GENITALS

✶ Personality: Anil is a self-assured, arrogant, aloof, hotheaded woman. Always wearing a scowl or frown of some sort. Her mood changes just as quickly as the wind and follows that of the hierarchy. She demands respect and will expect it. Many of the others stay out of her way and allow her to do as she pleases, since she has no desire to disrupt anything and follow the rules in place. Unless they get in the way of her desires.

✶ Appearance: She stands at [6’2FT ~ 192CM] with deep chocolate brown skin with no blemishes or scars. She has bedroom eyes that are a deep navy blue but appear black until in candlelight. Anil’s hair is jet black hair reaches her waist and is curly, while wet it reverts into a more coily texture. She has long legs and a waist and adds to her height by wearing dark blacks and blues, wearing heels, with a subtle male pirate aesthetic, wearing silver with everything. With the remains of two torn leather wings upon her back, with a long and heavy black scaled tail of a crocodile.

──"INCUBUS/SUCCUBUS"—AFAB—HE/SHE ──OMNISEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 3RD CIRCLE—GLUTTONY—

COMMANDER ALICE III GULA

──THAT OF THE DEVILS STOMACH

✶ Personality: Alice of the three siblings is by far the kindest of them. With a laid-back attitude. She is blunt but kind in her words, and the most approachable. She, just like her Aapo and Anil, expects respect due to her rank, though she cares little about enforcing it, especially with her "siblings". However, she has a mean streak when hungry and can become aggressive toward those who are men or those masculine in nature.

✶ Appearance: She stands at [5’7FT ~ 175CM] with warm ivory-colored skin, that’s covered in what looks to be scars, that are prominent on her throat, the back of her hands, her palms, and her knees which are small scars, while the entire along her collarbone, slanting cut across her entire stomach, and along the outside of both thighs seem like bigger scars, but they’re not. They are instead different mouths with sharklike teeth and crimson red tongues. That she keeps closed unless extremely hungry. Alice also has yellowish blonde hair that is a messy pixie cut, with an eye patch covering her right eye. She always has deep monolid-shaped eyes that are a vivid orange color. She has a sheer clothing aesthetic as while as a leather aesthetic, wearing many shades of orange, black, and white with gold. Accompanied by the small horns of a deer, a shade of white, and the tail of a deer.

──"VAMPIRE"—AFAB—SHE/HER ──BISEXUAL [FEM PREFRENCE]

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PERSONIFICATION OF THE 4TH CIRCLE–GREED—

COMMANDER ERIC/EDWARD IV AVARITIA

── THAT OF THE DEVIL'S LUNGS

✶ Personality: Eric is the quietest of the siblings, rarely speaking unless directly spoken to. He is a loner and prefers to be alone. He is also one of the only siblings who dislikes the hierarchy of siblings, and rarely spends his time commanding his circle, opting to be away, spending his time exploring the other parts and various layers of Hell and the unique punishments.

✶ Appearance: Eric stands at [6’5FT ~ 200CM] with pale skin. With the rest of his features hidden beneath a black cloth that hides his eyes. His black cloth also replicates bandages that covered various parts of his arms and legs. He has shoulder-length curly black hair that he keeps in a ponytail. He has a Dark Victorian aesthetic wearing black, red, and yellow.

──"DHAMPIR"—AMAB/AFAB—HE/HIM/SHE/HER/IT/ITS ──GRAYROMANTIC—PANSEXUAL

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PERSONIFICATION OF THE 5TH CIRCLE—WRATH—

COMMANDER LOUIS V IRA

── THAT OF THE DEVILS EYES

✶ Personality: Louis is a confident, arrogant, egotistical, smart man. Who revels in his circle enjoys using his influence on lower-ranked demons and enjoys spending time with higher-ranked demons. He also throws extravagant parties and chooses to spend most of his time with the Devil, who is the embodiment/avatar of Wrath. Louis tends to his duties well, despite his nasty temper.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [5’7FT ~ 175CM] with limestone-covered skin round bright blue and red heterochromic eyes and short blonde hair that fades into red that cut like a jellyfish. He dresses like that of kings and queens, with a 16th-century royalty aesthetic, wearing that of gold and red. He also has the horns of a ram that are a beautiful gold.

──"HUMAN"—AMAB—HE/THEY ──DEMISEXUAL

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PERSONIFICATION OF THE 6TH CIRCLE—HERESY—

COMMANDER GABRIEL VI MENDAX

── THAT OF THE DEVILS TONGUE

✶ Personality: Gabriel is someone who speaks only of rumors and half-truths. Many don't trust a word he says, and you must force the truth out of it. He gets a lot of humor leading people astray with his words. Even though he is quite knowledgeable and level-headed. He prefers to use his wisdom in more trickster ways, unless threatened, he quickly breaks. Outside of his lies, he is quite kind and fair, yet due to his tongue, no one believes his kindness.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [5’9FT ~ 180CM] with bronze-colored skin and long straight dark brown hair that he keeps in a thick braid, decorated with purple snapdragons, lavender, and vines. Gabriel has a soft flowy cottagecore aesthetic wearing colors of white and purple. While upon his back he has two large gray feathered wings that he keeps tucked away.

──"FALLEN ANGEL"—AMAB—HE/SHE ──AUTOSEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 7TH CIRCLE—VIOLENCE—

COMMANDER DAMEION VII VIOLENTI

──THAT OF THE DEVILS FLESH

✶ Personality: Dameion is laid back, mischievous, charismatic, and cocky. Since he has one of the most popular circles, he garters high respect despite being the seventh. He has overbearing pride and follows the hierarchy of the circles. Still, you will not find Dameion without a cocky smile and relaxed posture no matter where he is. Which leads him to having and being loved by many. Everyone practically swoons when he walks into the room or speaks. This doubles when amongst full-blooded bloodhounds, due to him being able to have a body, unlike them.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [5’9FT ~ 180CM] with honey-colored skin with black armband tattoos upon his wrists and ankles. He has short, shaggy black hair and deep red eyes. With a formal aesthetic, always wearing suits or a more military-type aesthetic. He has two long black tails of a wolf and wolf ears that hide amongst his hair with two red horns of a bison.

──"BLOODHOUND"—AMAB—HE/HIM ──POLYSEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 8TH CIRCLE—FRAUD—

COMMANDER LUCY OR LUCIUS VIII FICTUS

──THAT OF THE DEVILS EARS

✶ Personality: They are an untrusted liar, fake, fraud. Dawning on various masks and looking to deceive whoever they need to deceive. Taking upon titles, achievements, and anything to further their lie, and when it all backfires, they run away and never get caught. Due to this, they are never in hell, nor in their circle, in fact, it's hard to get in touch with them. They also spend a lot of time within the different underworlds and heavens, trying to gain something from the divine. Only to be sent back to Hell without punishment. They are tricksters and unreliable, with no real redeeming qualities.

✶ Appearance: They stand at [5’8FT ~ 178CM] with thick curly gray hair with white faded ends. Their hair is short to their chin and left alone. They have hooded gray eyes and short-bison-like horns with gray bat wings that fade into black with a long rat-like tail. They have varying styles but settle on clothing far more revealing. Wearing pinks and whites.

──"IMP"—[SELECTABLE GENDER] ──GAY OR LESBIAN [SELECTABLE SEXUALITY]

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PERSONIFICATION OF THE 9TH CIRCLE—TREACHERY—

COMMANDER TRENT IX PRODITIO 

──THAT OF THE DEVILS HEART 

✶ Personality: Trent is a sweet talking and kind person. Always understand and be sympathetic. He’s easy-going and easily trusting. He’s a very honest person and falls into his roles, whilst being obedient and submissive. Not wanting to break rules without important reason. He’s a big man with an honest and open heart and tries to live past his title.  

✶ Appearance: He stands at [7’5FT ~ 230 CM] with tan scarred skin and freckles. He has large heterochromic eyes, his right olive and the left mustard yellow. He has messy brown hair that he keeps in his face, partially hiding his eyes. He bulky and tall, but always hunching over with feathered ears that are dark brown and long wispy split bird tail that is also dark brown. Trent wears many colors yet sticks to neutral tones and dark green. 

──"NEPHILIM"—AMAB/AFAB—HE/HIM  ──PANSEXUAL 

AVAILABLE POLY RELATIONSHIPS

TO BE DETERMINED

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⟡ Princess of Dreams ⟡

# 1 Lucien x Rhys!Sister

⟡Part 1⟡Part 2⟡Part 3⟡

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Centuries ago Rhys’ youngest sister was kidnapped by the High Lord of Spring instead of kill like their mother and sister. The high lord had wards placed on his court so she was unable to leave. Rhys has believed her to be dead this whole time. What happens when Feyre finds out who she is and swears to take her home.

Warnings/Tag: Takes place during ACOWAR. Implied past sexual assault. Fluffy romance. Feyre being besties with Rhy’s sister. Pet names (pretty girl, sweet girl, Princess (her title)

Authors Note: All likes, comments and reblogs are welcome, appreciated and encouraged. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for part 2! Bold italics are mental communication regular italics are inner thoughts.

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I know who you are.

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Feyre—

You’re Rhys' sister. He told me all about you while I was there. I…I have a plan. I’ll take you back with me when I go. I’ll take you home.

The hushed conversation with Feyre played on repeat in my head for days. She had trusted me enough to tell me she wasn’t really here for Tamlin, that it was a plot, a plan and she was going back to the Night Court. Back to Velaris and she was taking me with her—she was taking me home.

Home.

There was only one problem. Just one. The male lying in my bed. I turn away from the window to gaze at him lying there naked, golden skin glowing in the moonlight. A crown of red splayed around his head. Grooves and planes of lean muscles on display. Arms folded behind his head.

Gods, he’s beautiful.

I had yet to tell him of Feyre’s plan. I believed he wouldn’t tell Tamlin but at the same time…I wasn’t sure how safe his mind was with two other daemanti in the house. I could only protect his mind when I was with him. Plus, Tamlin was his best friend. His High Lord. If he knew of Feyre’s plan to leave…and everything else she told me and Tamlin found out, we could both be locked away again. Not only that, but if he found out Lucien knew? That couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let harm come to either of them.

I took in a deep breath, walking over to the bed, tucking my wings as I slowly crawled up that perfect body. Dipping my head and trailing my lips over that patch of hair that went down, down, down, breathing in the scent of him. Mm.

“And what exactly are you doing?” That deep voice rumbled. I looked up, a sly grin across his face, metal eye glowing in the dark as he took in the sight of me between high thighs as I licked my bottom lip.

“Who? Me?” I asked, sliding a hand up his thigh to grasp him in my hand, stroking him once.

“Yes you, Princess” He laughs, grabbing and pulling me up the bed, kissing me as he rolls us over. I can feel him hard and heavy between my legs and it makes me moan.

“Lucien,” His name falls from my lips as he presses our bodies together. “Don’t tease, I want you.”

“Don’t tease?” He scoffs, “Says the one who was about to wake me up with a pretty little mouth.”

His grin is feral and I can’t help but return it.

“Come on,” I spread my legs wider, letting him feel the wetness there, “I know you want it.”

“And she calls me the tease,” He mocks under his breath before kissing me, tongue sliding into my mouth.

My fingers tangle in those long fire locks. I moan when I feel the heat radiating from his body, I love when he does that. The heat always feels so good against my sensitive skin.

He grins at me again, pushing up onto his knees, towering over me. He grabs my thighs, spreading them out and looking over me and I let him. I always loved the way he looks at me, his beautiful scarred face showing every ounce of emotion he feels.

He reaches between his thigh, wrapping a strong fist around himself and I watch stroke for stroke as he watches me. I tug on that bond between us, watching as it seemingly tugs him closer though I know it was his own doing.

“So, beautiful, all laid out for me,” He groans and I open myself further for him. Stretching my wings out across the bed, arms above my head, legs still spread wide but using a foot to rub over his calf.

That does it for him. He swoops down, grabbing me around the waist to yank my hips up, lining himself up and filling me. I cry out his name, arching into that fullness, into that glorious stretch.

We move together heat and passion. It’s rough and loving and he’s got me falling over the edge in minutes. Then again. And again. He’d always been so good at getting me there. Doing everything to make sure I was pleasured properly.

Tonight was no different as he leans over me, slow, firm thrusts hitting exactly where I needed it as he mouthed at my wing, tongue tracing through the grooves, and one hand wrapped around my wrists above my head to hold me in place.

“Say my name, pretty girl” he says, heated kisses on my wing.

“Lucien,”

“Louder,” he growls.

“Lucien!”

“I want the whole house to hear you, sweet girl.” His tongue laves over a particularly sensitive spot and I’m gone again. Gushing over him and moaning his name loud enough that the whole house definitely heard it.

It’s not long after that his thrusts are slowing. He lets go of my hands so I can touch him, he always liked having my touch when he came. I grinned into our kiss as my hands ran over his body. His panting moans turning into grunted growls. He was so sexy like this. Covering me fully, hair falling around his face, teeth bared.

I reached up pushing his hair behind those pointed ears, thumb tracing over part of his scar before pulling him into a kiss that was more tongue than anything.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” I moaned into his mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Make me feel so good!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum in that pussy for you, pretty girl, then I'm gonna eat it out.”

That’s what did it for me, I tightened around him. He follows me over the edge a few thrust later with a growl of my name.

Then he’s slipping from my body and sliding down, kissing a trail to my centre, keeping true to his promise.

“Fuck,” He groaned, coming back up, sliding his tongue into my mouth to let me taste myself. Kissing me slow and sloppy. “So perfect. My pretty, perfect mate.”

Despite what we’d just done I blush at his words.

“My sweet handsome mate,” I whisper back, tumbing at the bottom of his scar again before wrapping my arms around his neck.

He holds me tight, arms wrapping around me as we catch our breath. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent—organic, earthy and sweet. Perfect.

My eyes welled up when thoughts of leaving weave through my brain. This was my mate, I had built a life here with him. But I had been trapped in this house for so long that it wasn’t really life. I wanted to go home to Velaris. To my brother and our family. I could try to convince Lucien to go but that could put him in danger. I had almost lost him under the mountain, I could t go through that again. If I left first I could always seek him out later but to stay here when I had the opportunity to finally go home, when I had Feyre telling me she could break the wards binding me here. I couldn’t turn that down.

“My love, what’s wrong?” Lucien asks, pulling back to look at me. Our eyes meet as he wipes away my tears. “Talk to me.”

I sniffled. I felt like it was now or never. I either told him now or he would find out when I leave. I couldn’t do that to him though. It would break his heart to wake up one day and find me gone.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong,” He said, petting my hair.

“I don’t know if I can say it out loud,” I tell him, our eyes meeting.

“That’s okay, Princess” Lucien nods his head, concern written all over his face.

“You can’t tell Tamlin,” The crease between his brow deepens. “You can’t tell him, Lucien, please. Promise me.”

He watches me for a moment, confused and concerned but he nods. “I promise. I won’t tell him.”

“Feyre and Rhys’ bond wasn’t actually broken that day with Hybern. She’s has a plan to go back. She…she said she can break the wards that hold me here so I can— I can finally go home,” I tell him, his eyes widen but he doesn’t look entirely shocked at what I’ve told him.

“And I’m assuming you have the intention of going with her?” He asks, sadness tinged the words and the bond.

“I have to, Lucien. I haven’t seen Rhys in centuries. Centuries. And he thought I was dead the entire time until recently. I need to go home, I need to see him and the rest of our family,” I cried, hot tears sliding down my face. He grabs me, pulling me up and holding me. Stroking my hair and shushing me softly.

“You should go, Princess. You should go home,” He says, kissing my head. I pull back to look at him, searching his face.

“Come with me,” I whisper, grabbing his face. “You can come. You would love Velaris—”

“I can’t,” he cuts me of gently, stroking his knuckles down my cheek. “Not that I don’t want to. Fuck, it hurts just thinking about you being away from me but if the three of us disappear? Tamlin will flip shit.”

“And he won’t be able to get to us in Velaris,” I tell him, grabbing the hand caressing my cheek and holding it tightly. “We would be safe there, Lucien. We could have a life together, a real one. Our own place by the river I showed you. A proper mating ceremony. We’ve been talking about kids for a decade. We could happily and safely have them there.”

“I don’t know…” Lucien shakes his head and I can see the water lining his eye.

“Me and you, Lu. That’s what we always said. Me and you—”

“Always.” Lucien nodded, looking over my face. Taking in every detail like he was trying to remember what I looked like before I was even gone. “What if you go with Feyre and I come later? You have to go now, you’re right you can’t pass up this opportunity to go home. I understand that. But you can come back for me, right? I could help keep Tamlin away…for some time anyway.”

My tears break loose then as I sob against his neck.

“I know it’s the best option but I don’t want to leave you,” I cried, clinging to him as he pulled me into his lap, letting my wings cocoon around us.

“Sh, it’s gonna be okay, my love.” I feel his tears on my neck and my heart breaks.

It was right but it felt so wrong.

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“So you’re joining us after all?” comes Tamlins snarky comment as soon as I walk out of the manor. I roll my eyes, fluffing the ugly powder blue dress.

“Unfortunately,” I rolled my eyes at him, it was too early for his shit, but still smiled at Lucien when his arm wrapped around my waist, careful of my wings.

“You can stay here,” Tamlin retorted with an eye roll of his own. “That would be preferable.”

“Well my mate asked me to attend. As did my friend, even if you wish Feyre wasn’t my friend,” I sneered at him with a wicked grin.

“I would never say that,” Tamlin returned the sneer, baring his teeth at me.

“Play nice, Princess,” Lucien purrs through the bond.

“Not out loud anyway,” I gave a sweet smile. “You look beautiful,” I said, hugging Feyre and kissing her cheek before pulling Lucien away to our horses.

Lucien helped me onto my horse, a gorgeous black mare, her coat shining even in the darkness of morning—a gift from Lucien after I accepted the mating bond. I looked down at him with a smile, running my hand through his hair.

“You’re lucky I love you, I really don’t want to deal with Ianthe’s shit today,” I said, situating myself in the saddle.

“Ianthe’s shit is exactly why I asked you to come,” Lucien said, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “I appreciate you coming anyway, your presence will make it much more tolerable for me.”

“Yeah, I know, come on, let's get this over with,” I said, urging him to his own horse. “I’m ready to get today over with so I can get drunk and dance with you under the stars.”

Ugh, he looks so good. I thought as his head dropped back with a laugh before mounting his horse, dressed in autumn colors he stood out perfectly from everyone else wearing the hideously bright spring court colors. I’d be covered head to toe in Night Court black if it was allowed. I’d have loved to see the look on Ianthe’s face if I had shown up today in all black.

We set off soon after everyone had mounted their horses and there were already hundreds of fae crowded atop the hill when we arrived. I fought the urge to bare my teeth when I saw Ianthe’s gaze lingering on my mate as he dismounted his horse and strided to mine.

“Ignore it. She’s not worth your jealousy,” Lucien said as he reached for my hand, helping me from the saddle.

“I’m not jealous. I’m protective. I don’t like the way she looks at you,” I say, running my hands over the collar of his jacket. “Like she’ll drag you away to have her way with you whether you like it or not.”

“That’ll never happen, my love.”

“Damn right it won’t, I’d break her hands if she ever touches you,” I huff, as a feline smile crosses his lips.

“You’re sexy when you’re possessive,” He said, leaning down to kiss me, first my lips then my forehead before extending his arm to me to hold onto.

“You better make this up to me later,” I grumble, as I would much rather be back at the estate hiding in my room.

“Oh, I will make it up to you, sweet girl,” Lucien promised, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “slowly, with my tongue. Over and over.”

My body flushed knowing exactly how good he is with that wicked tongue. His gaze turns heated knowing exactly what I was thinking, feeling exactly what I was feeling.

“Lucien,” Tamlin calls from where he and Feyre are standing. I glance at those full lips one last time before he’s gently pulling me, guiding me away from our partially secluded spot. .

Jurian is at my other side suddenly walking with us as we trail behind Tamlin and Feyre—also linked by the arms and the Hybern Royals. I had seen the gleam in Feyre’s eye before she turned away, like a wolf getting ready to play with its prey. It made me giddy inside.

I couldn’t wait to witness her revenge.

We stopped walking when Tamlin and Feyre did, reaching Ianthe at her stupid altar as she offered them a singular nod of head. The Hybern twins shifted impatiently, Brannagh had made comments the night before how they didn’t bother with such things in Hybern—practically implying that soon we wouldn’t be bothering with it either. Smug little bitch.

“A blessed solstice to us all,” Ianthe called out to everyone around and I don’t roll my eyes the way I want to.

I stood there through an endless string of prayers and rituals, acolytes pouring sacred wine and the blessing of harvest goods. A lovely, rehearsed little number. Lucien was practically falling asleep between Feyre and I.

Ianthe lifted her wine and intoned “As the light is strongest today, let it drive out unwanted darkness. Let it banish the black stain of evil.” I sneered at her, I knew those words were directed at me. My brother. Feyre. Our home.

“She’s lucky my wine doesn’t end up in her pretty face,” I silently told Feyre, watching her expertly hide her grin with the wine chalice—her silent agreement.

“Would Princess Brannagh and Prince Dagdan do us the honor of imbibing this blessed wine?”

I shared a look with Feyre as the twins frowned at one another—the crowd murmuring behind us. But Feyre stepped aside, smiling a pretty smile and gesturing to the alter for the royals.

“Drink and let our new allies become friends,” Ianthe declared before they could refuse. “Drink and wash away the endless night of the year.”

The two daemanti surveyed their cups, most likely searching for any hint of poison. Feyre kept that smile on her face, I couldn’t extend that same faux courtesy when the prince looked my way. I didn’t care enough to put on the facade.

They each barely sipped the wine before trying to step away from the altar. Ianthe cooed at them like children, insisting they stay at the altar with her, to experience the ceremony at her side.

“I’m bored, Luc,” I grumbled to Lucien through the bond as Ianthe continued on with her praises and rituals. Eyes finding Lucien every now and then, looking away when I send her a death glare—lucky she doesn’t know who I really am.

“I’ll be over soon,” Lucien chuckles, pulling me into his side with an arm around my waist.

Finally, Tamlin was summoned over to light the candle for the souls lost this past year. This part bored me too. Those souls were gone; they didn’t need a candle lit to bring them back to the light. But just as I was starting to lose my patients the sky was finally filling with streaks of pink as Jurian was called forward to recite a prayer as well.

It left only Lucien and I standing with Feyre in the circle of grass, the altar and horizon in front of us and the crowd behind us. The look on Lucien’s face drew my attention as he scanned the area and I could help the crack of a smile when I noticed something out of place. A miniscule little detail no one else seemed to notice—except maybe now my mate.

I watched as Ianthe stepped toward the hill’s edge, her golden hair tumbling freely down her back as she lifted her arms to the sky. The chosen spot was intentional. Only that marker that told her where to stand wasn’t in the spot it had been in when we first arrived.

Golden rays of sunlight finally broke over the horizon. Light filled the world clear and strong. The murmurs started through the crowd. Cries of a name, not Ianthe’s but Feyre’s.

That gorgeous light had not filled and surrounded Ianthe but Feyre.

Ianthe seemed to be the last to notice, to see the sun was not blessing her but Feyre.

She glowed so brightly, brighter than what seemed natural for this occasion but I didn’t care to question why. She was beautiful—shining as if she were the star that hung above Ramiel.

“Curse breaker,” some murmured.

“Blessed,” others whispered.

Feyre's face was one of surprise and acceptance, though I knew it wasn’t genuine, those around us wouldn’t read it that way. They would only see what she allowed them too. The shock and bafflement of Tamlin and the Hybern twin’s faces was ever satisfying.

But Feyre didn’t look at them. She turned to Lucien and I, her light radiating so bright it was almost hard to keep that eye contact. A friend looking to another for help. She reached a hand to Lucien then to me.

I knew Ianthe had to be losing her shit behind us but I was too enchanted by my brother's mate. Yes, this was all a show, but Feyre was special.

I took her hand, watching Lucien do the same. Then we shared a look, lowering down to one knee, pressing her knuckles to our brow. I knew the crowd behind us had followed suit.

I had never kneeled for a high lord of the Spring Court. I was Princess of the Night Court. Heir of Velaris. Princess of Dreams. I knelt for no one—certainly not for anyone of the Spring Court. Not now, not ever.

I was not kneeling before Lady Feyre. Or Feyre Cursebreaker. I was kneeling for Feyre High Lady of the Night Court. Feyre that led Prythian from tyranny and darkness. Feyre that saved my mate and thousands of others under the mountain.

“My high lady,” I declared to her. The only person besides my brother I’d ever sworn fealty to.

I looked up at Feyre, our eyes meeting before she looked to Ianthe, smiling a sweet smile, one that transformed to show a bit of that wolf hiding beneath.

#Lucien vanserra the man you are🥵 #calling Lucien beautiful a lot bc…well because he is #no elcuien #nothing against the pairing #in fact I can ship anyone with just about anyone lol #but I don’t feel like writing around the pairing and prefer LuLu baby to be mated to Rhys’ sister 😊 #Lucien is just so 🤤 #Rhys sister and Feyre are gonna have the best relationship #acotar #acotar fanfiction #lucien vanssera x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #pro lucien vanserra #princess of dreams

[hauntedfictionland]

Being their emotional support person —

☾︎✰❛❀ Shadow and bone characters x gn!reader

Includes/warnings: light mentions of PTSD, injuries, slightly stalkerish behaviours and implied romance.

🪐notes: i sort of recently got into Shadow and Bone and oh boy I'm absolutely in love, the plotlines, music, and characters are so beautifully done. I do truly hope that Netflix renews it back.

— I. KAZ BREAKER

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

You and Kaz went back quite a long time as far back as the time his brother died with his innocence. You went through that together, from the sidelines you watched him change drastically, grow into a man whose name was rather feared than loved.

Kaz doesn't admit it, but he relies on you a lot. He knows the harshness he's put upon you everyday isn't new by now, but still unwelcomed. It stings him. You almost get treated the same as any other crow, if not for the times where you'd hold his upper arm in an act of comfort when needed.

And he'd let you. ♡

You're not the most significant part of the group, or the strongly important. But you can be useful enough in his words to ‘stay’, definitely not because Kaz wants you there by his side as he's always had most of his life.

Or so what he insists.

He looks upon you along with every plan of heists, a wordless query of help. It does not look like it, but your opinions and suggestions matter to him more than you'll ever know.

And when you need a favor, he's all yours. Jesper would sometimes find him doing questionable things for a man like Kaz's taste, when he'd ask it always goes a simple “Y/N asked for this”.

When Kaz is faced with his past, especially if without black gloves he has used as a shield—he won't come to you. The most would be handing his gloves back.

But after the worst is gone, he'll slowly reach out to you. Sitting beside you, head leaning on your shoulder. That is the moment he wants the most, support to get back to the daily life.

He needs you.

Needing anything is a weakness surely but he truly never considered you his, without you he'd actually fall apart with the absence of the power to get back again. You're his strength. His support, his person.

You're his, and he's yours.

— II. INEJ GHAFA

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

Inej doesn't really feel comfortable relying on a lot of people, anyone for that matter. Yet when it comes to you it almost seems so effortless. Perhaps that's the effect you have on her.

Kaz brought you in a while ago when he was in desperate need of a healer.

When she saw you the first time, you seemed shy to the point of not even being able to hold eye contact. However as time slowly passed on you spend way more time with Inej than anyone else as she tended to get herself in all sorts of trouble.

Inej would find herself looking at you often, wondering how the alignment of your lips to the sharpness of jaw could ever be so perfect.

She started to let a few things of her past out here and there while you'd bandage her, careful enough to never reach the tip of the surface.

Bit by bit, it turned into a habit. Only now she would come to you herself and open up even when there was no scar or injury on her.

Something about the way you listened so tentatively with soft eyes that held no judgement, your words which grasped onto the feelings she couldn't seem to comprehend and your affection, all of it pulled her in.

And she could not let go.

Sometimes Inej feels a bit guilty, how you're always there yet she isn't. She wants to know about you, your interests, your fears, your life. And she wants to help. In that sense she feels worse.

She's the wraith, she's never been scared of anyone. Yet Inej feels herself becoming powerless the moment she looks at you.

And that'll be the death of her.

— III. ALECSANDER KIRIGAN

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

Much like Kaz, Kirigan is not the most reliable at showing affection. But he does know very clearly the way you've helped him will not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

Rather unexpectedly, even as a grisha on his team you've somehow managed to slip into the cracks of his facade. The demeanor he held.

After Alina fled, he wasn't in the calmest mind. And sensing you just hold him without a single word, a hand soothing his shoulder with a wave of your magic spreading around him. He in the longest while felt peace alongside tranquillity in just a few minutes.

With him in your arms, you gave him a sense of assurance without ever putting them into words.

Kirigan keeps you absolutely spoiled. He tells the extravagant jewelries and fancy wines are gestures of reward for your exertion which he'd give to anyone who'll work just as hard. Except that in truth he feels he owes you a great deal whenever his emotional hard times are mended because of you.

And it's his way of showing the utmost appreciation, almost affection you've placed in his heart for you.

The fact that you don't judge or mock, even think of him as ‘weak’ for not being the powerful general everyone sought out to be has him in a chokehold.

He thinks about you, and every one of your encounters has him thinking for weeks. Each and single one. Soley, it does come off as any surprise when Alecsander sets at least one grisha protector to watch you. Your safety is his utmost priority and even perhaps to know a little details about you and the people you talk with.

Which you don't need to know about whatsoever.

The time he revealed his true self to you, he was very much afraid that was the way he'll lose you. You'd see the monster his mother claims him to be and run far away. But instead when you embraced his dark side with a glint in your eyes, he knew you had him whipped in a tight hold.

— IV. ALINA STARKOV

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

You first saw Alina when Zoya sent her flying across the field. Rather before that, eyes stealing glances on you.

She knew who you were, the great earth summoner. And as per who she was, Alina felt inclined to meet you. Her newly found peers brought her upon you, and when you turned to face her, Alina was quite at a loss for words.

Wonderstruck.

You seemed far much greater than she imagined, and oh she had a lot to learn from you.

Alina found you on many occasions, tried to as best she could. Questions about your powers, her powers, and secrets of the little palace. You gave them all, heart smiling fondly at her genuine curiosity.

You'd discover yourself sitting beside her, on the floor with backs leaning against the wooden bookshelves. Walks around the little palace or the library, you were growing much closer with her as the days passed.

Sometimes a word or two would slip out of her missing a certain Mal, and the camp of the first army. She would close them, a bit scared of your thoughts that is before you assure her. That whatever is was held in her heart, she could absolutely come to you.

And came she did.

You and her would spend hours under the night sky, hearing her stories of the orphanage—worries she held about herself, and Mal. Either way Alina was sure you were her answer.

The way you'd given her a tiny beam of grin, hands grazing over hers. Talking conclusions she could barely listen when her focus was your lips. A connection she felt that was electrifying.

Alina believed it was because of your power as the Earth, and her's as the Sun summoner. However in that, a deeper part of her knew something was more than that.

A single time someone referred you as her Earth summoner, the mere prospect of that—even when she knew the other meant it in no harm, drove her crazy.

The time after you comforted her about the troubles she held about Mal, sincere yet bittersweet smile on your lips. You knew she had feelings for the boy, a thought that made your gut wrench for a reason you didn't acknowledge.

When you asked her that, Alina's eyes gazed at yours before she pulled her lips on yours in return so softly you could only hum.

You were hers alright.

#shadow and bone #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #inej ghafa #kaz x reader #kaz x inej #inej ghafa x reader #jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #the darkling #jesper x wylan #alina starkov #alina starkov x reader #the darkling x reader #the darkling x alina #s&b #nina zenik #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #nina zenik x reader #the six of crows #kanej

[the-six-that-thrive-if]

THE SIX THAT THRIVE IS A 18+ INTERACTIVE FICTION! THIS DEALS WITH DISTURBING THEMES OF HORROR, MURDER, GORE, VIOLENCE, EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, ABUSE, DISCRIMINATION, AND DARK ROMANCE! PLEASE BE AWARE WHEN INTERACTING WITH THIS STORY

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♡ | DELVE DEEPER |

♡ | DEMO | ~ LAST UPDATED: AUGUST 2ND 2023

♡ | PATREON | DISCORD | ASK BOX |

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AMERICA | NORTHEAST | DISTRICT 6 | DATE UNKOWN

ILLECEBRA

/ilˈle.ke.bra/

/noun/

1. the state of enticement and or lure.

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“Anyone with the illecebra Illness is destined to die at the age of 22. There is no cure.”

You were destined to die in 22 years. Since the moment of your birth, you have known your downfall. The age in which you die. You aren’t sure why your parents told you, why they wanted you to know on your tenth birthday, but they did. Holding back tears as if they were the ones to suffer, as if they knew the exact moments they’d die. You like to pretend they prepared you, made you live your life without fear, but—

You’re 22 this year. With no cure in sight, and no way to prevent what is bound to happen to you. You’ll die and you’ll die soon. Unless you can make a deal.

Nearly two thousand years ago, creatures assumed only myth broke free from the ground and ripped away the sky. Fighting amongst themselves and fighting and killing humans. Unable to fight against these creatures, the creation of districts came into being, representing states, nations, and countries, bound to crawl amongst the floor and a dome of safety for the humans living.

Your story begins within the District of Six, one of the first domes built, and the location of the Eclipse Facility, which is in charge of studying Subjects who are monsters from the outside.

☼ Bring Death to a vicious cycle and allow destiny to take a course or Save a vicious world, which seems to be beyond saving. It is up to you.

☼ Customizable MC

[Name, Personality, Gender, Pronouns, Appearance(tattoos n scars), Traits, Allergies, Diet, Piercings, Aesthetics, & More]

☼ Ability to have certain traits, likes, and disabilities

[Favorite Foods, Smoking/Drinking Habits, & More]

[Personality, Mental Illness, Hearing Aids, Prosthetic Arms or Legs and choosing how you lost + MORE]

☼ Options that have and effect on romantic and platonic relationships.

☼ Choose between seven romanceable Love Interests or None at All.

☼ Stats that will affect the story.

☼ The ability to fight, run, hide, and survive.

[Harem Route & Poly Routes Optional]

☽☼☾ [THE DEMON] SUBJECT F-24:

THE FIRE WHICH BREATHS — {AMAB - MAN}

A sadistic and sarcastic demon that is often quiet and looms around you like a shadow, he's oddly cold to others and can be described as being dosed with water. He's smart, far smarter than the others, and only cares for your input. He's murderous and has no qualms about killing others for you. No matter how good they seem. He's lazy but has an extremely good sense of smell and exceptional hearing.

“What the others think, matter not. I’m here for you and you alone.”

༺ Appearance:

6’7FT[200.66CM] He says long, shaggy black hair that reaches his waist and messy side hair pieces that messily shape his face. He has striking almond-shaped gold eyes that seem to glow. He has an athletic build and warm tan skin that's littered with scars, such as cuts, bites, gashes, healed bullet holes, and claw marks. He has a facial scar that runs vertically along his lip's left side.

[UNKNOWN YRS OLD, SPECIES: DEMON BLOODHOUND]

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☽☼☾ [THE ANGEL] SUBJECT L-18:

THE WESTERN WINDS WHICH BLOWS — {AFAB - WOMAN}

A calm and energetic person who switches often. Sometimes being extremely energetic and loud, while others, she's calming, and sometimes you forget she's even there. She's kind and loves humans and mortals. She finds their short lifespans adorable and thinks humans are adorable since she's lived many lifetimes. She is quite the birdbrain and often jumps from topic to topic.

“Aw, humans are the cutest~ I just love, love, love ‘em!”

༺ Appearance:

6’0FT[182.88CM] She's a tall woman with the orangish-yellow talons and legs of a harpy eagle, with two large white wings that fade into a pastel yellow. She has the tail of a bird, which is a pastel yellow that fades into a pastel blue. Her skin is white, almost yellow, and she's covered in an assortment of blue freckles, varying in color.

[3000 YRS OLD, SPECIES: HARPY]

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☽☼☾ [THE DRAGON] SUBJECT R-12:

THE WATER IN WHICH BITES — {??? - GENDERFLUID}

A quiet and soft-spoken woman who spends most of his time reading. She's very straightforward, blunt, and struggles to pick up on social cues. He likes the dark and spends time in the dark corners, only speaking up when necessary. She's obedient and kind but dislikes humans.

“… No. It is simply easier for my skin to remain in the dark.”

༺ Appearance:

5’11FT(180.34CM) She's a tall and slender woman with dark brown skin that looks almost black and black eyes. She has raven black hair that reaches her feet, with two long dark blue horns. Her back is lined with dark blue spikes. Her wrist, upper thighs, upper arms, and ankles have white armbands. She also has a thick lizard-like tail with spikes that run along the middle. While her forehead has an intricate design, similar to a circlet.

[UNKNOWN YRS OLD, SPECIES: DRAGON(UNCOMFIRMED)]

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☽☼☾ [THE ARMADILLO] SUBJECT X-6:

THE EARTH IN WHICH LIVES — {AMAB - GENDERFLUID}

A hardheaded and stubborn individual who is strong-willed but hates change. They often spend time sleeping, curled up into a ball like a rolly-polly. They hate humans and don't shy away from letting you know; they're sometimes outspoken and aggressive.

“Get away, please! The last thing I need is human cooties!”

༺ Appearance:

6’10FT(208.28CM) He has deep brown skin and glowing emerald green eyes, with pale brown armor plates along his back, starting at the base of his neck, with a long flat tail that drags behind him. He has short curly dark brown hair, and his face is dusted in white and pale brown freckles.

[1046 YRS OLD, SPECIES: UNKNOWN (WITHIN ARMADILLO FAMILY)]

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☽☼☾ THE WARDEN:

THE VOID WHICH BECKONS — {AMAB - MAN}

A towering, intimidating man that rarely speaks but is quite sadistic. He cares for order more than justice and is okay with playing the role of the bad guy. He prefers it. He's seen as emotionless and uncaring but constantly aware of his surroundings. He demands attention and unwavering loyalty.

“You must simply follow the rules. Or die. There is no other option.”

༺ Appearance:

6’7FT[200.66CM] Simple black slacks, thick black winter trench with silver buckles and chains, and a black helmet similar to a 12th Century English Knight.

[UNKNOWN YRS OLD, SPECIES: SPECKULATED SHADOW BEING OR CHAOS DEMON]

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TWO HIDDEN LOVE INTERESTS - THE KING & ????

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☽☼☾ HAREM [MAIN] ROUTE:

F-24, L-18, R-12, X-6, WARDEN, & MC

☽☼☾ POLY ROUTES:

Poly Route One: F-24, WARDEN, & MC

Poly Route Two: L-18, R-12, & MC

Poly Route Three: L-18, R-12, X-6, & MC

Poly Route Four: R-12, Warden, & MC

Poly Route Five: X-6, Warden, & MC

Poly Route Six: F-24, R-12, Warden, & MC

Poly Route Seven: F-24, R-12, & MC

[You’ll learn their names in book]

ⓒ 2023 CVLUTOSGAMES & the-six-that-thrive-if — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

#interactive fiction #interactive fiction demos #interactive fic #twine interactive fiction #interactive fiction twine #itchio interactive fic #twine games #itchio games #dating sim #horror interactive fic #t.manor.basement #the six that thrive

[skytk11]

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

๋࣭⭑Big Three Music Headcanons! ๋࣭⭑

☠︎ Crocodile ☠︎

Classical pop music. This man would love classical music like Frank Sinatra, Etta James, and Billie Holiday. I can see him now just working while listening to classical music and in his office smoking a scar bobbing his head a little bit while the music plays on a record player.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

At last (Etta James)

Kiss of Fire (Hugh Laurie)

Born under a bad sign (Albert King)

The girl from Lpanema (Frank Sinatra)

Old Devil Moon (Frank Sinatra)

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

⚔ Mihawk ⚔

I see Mihawk listening to classical music, but more Gothic if he was listening to classical music it would be Something with the piano in it but when we're talking about Gothic I see him Listening to something with romantic goth in it like Tearful Moon, HIM, and mazzy star.

☽༺♰༻☾

I love you more than death (tearful moon)

Kiss kiss kill kill (Horrorpops)

Vampier romance (blutengel)

Slow, love, slow (nightwish)

I love you (HIM)

☽༺♰༻☾

⚝ Buggy ⚝

To be honest, I don't know what music he would like like the genre of music. I don't know. I have a feeling he listens to a lot of different types of genres because he's just a silly little guy like you'd probably listen to Edgy, Silly, And some weird ass music but we love him for that.

⛧☾༺✮༻☽ ⛧ Kiss me you animal (Burn the ballroom)

Boogie woogie Wu (ICP)

No One lives forever (oingo boingo)

HERE COMES THE HURRICANE LEGENDARY

KATRINA (Kevin Jz Prodigy)

Look who's inside again. (Bo Burnham)

⛧☾༺✮༻☽ ⛧

#one piece #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #one piece headcanons #headcanon #music #buggy d clown #sir crocodile x oc #mihawk x y/n #mihawk x you #mihawk x reader #mihawk fanfiction #one piece mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #op mihawk #sir crocodile one piece #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x y/n #op buggy #captain buggy #buggy pirates #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x oc

[sunofpandora]

Virago: Chapter 3 part 2

Neteyam x fem na’vi!omaticaya!reader

Characters:

Ka’lik- (like you would pronounce “Malik”) Y/n’s father, deceased, a warrior and hunter of the 

omaticaya clan. A teacher to young warriors undergoing iknimaya.

Zensira-deceased, Y/n’s mother, spider's adoptive mother, a strong hunter and the best singer in the omaticaya clan, and a teacher to young hunters.

Kailo-(Y/n’s ikran. Your ikran is a male)

Popiti-(tuk’s best friend according to the visual dictionary)

(Also idk how many of you know this but Jake’s ikran’s name is canonically ‘Bob’.)

(WARNINGS!

Sharing a sleeping hammock with the opposite gender (non-romantically)-

Neytiri hating on spider/ mentions of insecurities, heartbreak, war,/ fluff/ angst/ mentions of hunting, killing animals, mentions of therapy, military, ptsd, romance, pining, use of military terms/codewords/  Let me know if I missed anything.

Authors note:

This is part two of the chapter 3 trilogy. ‘Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.’ I wonder what happens next?

                                                                   V I R A G O         

Chapter 3;

Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.

Part 2

Y/n’s pov-

Word count: 28k (split)

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

Y/n’s pov (still hunting with jake)

“Killer shot, kiddo. Two for one.”

Jake chuckles as he ruffles your hair, carrying the yerik meat in the sack thrown over his shoulder.

Before he can pull his hand away, it gets caught on one of the stray hairs in your braids. You wince, squeezing your eyes shut. You were always a bit tenderheaded.

“Ow-”

“Oh shit. Hold on, kid.”

Jake quickly untangles his bracelet with your hair, smoothing down your braids for good measure.

He chuckles as you keep walking, matching his pace.

“Sorry about that, kiddo.” You shrug, your eyes now focusing on the culprit that laid on Jake’s wrist.

Its a bracelet, but not like any kind you’ve seen before.

It was woven with a leather string that looks like it was falling apart at the seams, and the small, braided fronds that held some sharp looking crystal chips. Worthy of impaling someone. Especially the extra long, jagged, one that stuck out on the left side of his wrist.

You weren’t at the thought of just wearing something like that the thought of the poking and pushing of the sharp edges into your skin, almost seemed unimaginable. 

You would think, after being in his life for the last 18 years, you’d by now have a complete understanding of the inner workings of Jake Sully. 

That would include his wardrobe choices. 

To your knowledge, Jake didn’t usually wear some thing unless it had a functional purpose. So why on pandora would he wear this death trap on his wrist?

“Where did you get that?” you ask, attempting to make your burning curiosity not sound interrogating.

Jake Glances down at his wrist before looking at you.

“ oh, this? Tuk gave it to me. Just a few days ago.”

Well that explains it.

It slips out of your mouth before you can actually stop yourself. One thing about you that not many knew is that you were quite impulsive at times. It’s faded throughout the years. Disappearing under where age drew some extra lines and scars on your skin. But mostly? You got better at hiding it.

“That looks painful.”

You slap yourself mentally before you can even apologize, Jake laughs.

“It is, but I promised her I wouldn’t take it off.”

You figured, and you admire that about Jake. His ability to keep his promises.

Being a dad meant sacrifices. Alas, what kind of love didn’t?

You don’t think it’s a real love unless it has you scrambling to reach your redemption. 

Love is envious of the granted calmed magnitude of simple pleasures.

You hopped over a rock as you kept pace with Jake.

“Well, you aren’t the only one wearing Tuks threads.”

You show off your wrist and the bracelet Tuk made for you, when you first moved in the high camp, and started living with the sully family.

The patterns clearly juvenile, evident in the mismatched colors and diversely shaped beads. Vibrant and loud.

Jake feigns a scoff, a smug smile drawing it’s place on his lips.

“Oh, I think I win this time. I have her latest piece.”

He mocked your movements, showing off his own wrist as he placed the sack on the ground next to him, retiring to sit on a ledge as he refilled his water flask by the small creek. The sounds of water trickling down the stream make your wears twitch with the familiar symphony.

You take a seat next to him, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t think you’re special. the poor child is probably just taking pity on you. A mighty war hero, such as yourself should be given newer things to make up for his old age.”

Jake splashes water on you, and you lean back into the tree. Your laughter refreshes the air, disrupting the once quiet aura.

Jake can’t help but crack a smile. He fidgets with the monstrosity of a thing. It truly was painful to wear. The way it poked and prodded at his skin he even had a small cut on the back of his hand from where the extra large crystalline bead had abnormally stuck out of its place. 

He looks back at the sky as your laughter dies down the air, regaining its quiet wholesomeness.

“one of the things I love most about the Navi, is their appreciation for one another.”

You blindly scooted forward. Your peaked interest is now obvious. Thrashing like a freshly hunted fish in the hollower corridors of your brain.

The blazing white raw rays of the sunlight now hued itself a muted golden through the canopy of the rainforest, as the cerulean of the sky darkened ever so slightly with the fast approaching afternoon.

 “Back on earth, humans don’t wear jewelry made by their children. Hell, they don’t care much about things like that at all.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, before speaking once again.

“What were your parents like?”

Jake’s eyes widen a bit, as his gaze focuses on you.

Something or someone made of old memories and coppered flesh awakens in Jake.

Ruins of something, perhaps someone crippled and crinkled in the cramped corners of Jake’s mind.

Like the skin of a shadow. A story with a silenced narration. Transparency and uncertainty.

Jake Sully sometimes swore he saw ghosts.

It kept him up at night.

The lingering smells of smoke and ash, blood and sweat, the once radiant green of the short plains surrounding hometree withered in a gray dressing gown of grief.

Before he learned to see.

He grasped the essence of life: the  immunology of pandora. The power, the secret to growth, a true appreciation for the relative importance of things, order, and balance. For Jake, time was dwelling itself on a melting clock. Things change when your sent light years away from your home planet. You realize you're living the very days your younger self once dreamed of, or you're still waiting for that fabled, future time.

Not too late to forget the sins of his past.

Some say ‘to sin is to be a human’

Well. I guess that doesn’t really apply to poor Jake. Does it now?

With the corpse of a culture now forgotten, the fallen hometree rots.

Jake prayed to eywa his memories could rot with it.

Ghosts aren’t real. Are they? 

If they are, they certainly aren’t a figure under a white sheet that make spooky noises and only appears on Halloween, no. 

Ghosts are lingering souls who cling to the youth of their nostalgic memories.

Ghosts don’t belong in the light because they can reminisce in the past far easier in the darkness. 

Ghosts don’t like the day time. 

The daytime is filled with the vexatious luminescence we call sunlight. 

Sunlight provides close to no sanctuary from the world.

No shadows are cast, no contingent comfort in the darkness.

The stars that scatter across the sky carry memories.

The rain travels throughout the dreary dark skies. Scorched with mist.

Jake still wakes up in a cold sweat, after memories of hometree’s destruction haunts his dreams. He could still hear Mo’at’s low wails ring in his ears, Grace cursing under her breath as each breath drew out like a shaky pencil line drawn on a concrete surface.

Besides seeing them, Jake might as well have been a ghost.

A shell of something he once was.

Jake swallows before leaning back a bit more.

“I don’t remember much about them.

My father’s name is Damin. My mother’s name is Camille.”

You nodded. trying to visualize a human family. Ones who walked, talked, breathed and looked like spider.

“Didn’t you have a brother?”

Jake nodded.

“Thomas. Well, we called him Tommy.”

You leaned back with him. Taking a swig out of the water flask he offered you.

“You’re younger sibling. Just like me.”

Jake nodded, raising his flask in a celebratory manner.

“Cheers to that.”

You gazed up at the trees, your fingers tracing the patterns in the foliage above.each leaf, each ray of light that slithered past the cracks in the quilted hues of green.

“Do you ever miss him?”

It comes out as a whisper. it’s soft spoken.

There’s a displaced sense of comfort that swallows Jake. Like a sheen of a cold Summer Sun encompassed the air.

“Sometimes I think I see him. When I see Neteyam, and Lo’ak.”

Brothers are interesting creatures.

Like a plant forever tangled at the roots. Siblings can be soulmates. Not the romantic kind.

Someone to forever reminisce in ‘remember when’ stories and sun bursting fresh patches of grass, trampled by a children’s feet.

Invisible strings unsevered. 

“Guess I’ll always carry a piece of him with me.”

Jake awkwardly chuckles as he gestures to his body. The body that was meant for his brother.

“Seems to be a common theme with you.” You reiterate. Gesturing to Jake’s uncomfortable bracelet.

He nods, pointing to his beaded leather necklace. Much neater than Tuk’s handiwork.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jake take it off. Ever since you were a child.

You knew the small green beads were from when Jake was training for his Iknimiya, gifted to him by Neytiri.

You couldn’t help but think how sweet it was that he wore some thing of hers. Even after all these years, the beads must’ve been worn out, lost a bit of shape. And yet, he wore them with pride.

You start to remember kiri’s words from earlier. How she said you reminded her of the stories she would hear about her adopted mother in her youth. The stories of her bravery. Her courage, her defiance, her days of battle and heroism during the war.

You had always idolized Neytiri. When you were a small child, your favorite stories were the ones of her, your mother, and Sylwanin causing trouble around the clan’s hometree as a child. Your mother told you that you were just like Neytiri during her childhood. Always the wild child who came back from playing with sticks in your hair and mud on your elbows.

It wasn’t just her rebelliousness you mirrored, apparently.

She carried herself with constant bouts of compassion. For her people, her home, the forest. She was made of a fire that could never truly be extinguished. 

Violence was never a delight, but for you and neytiri, it was a familiar sentiment. The substances of your souls were intertwined with grief-ridden impulses that were strengthened by agony.

War was no excuse for turning people into weapons. But in all it’s horror and fire hazard, something as beautiful as you was forged from the flames.

You and neytiri were stories woven by the same threads. Both of you Losing the people you love most, then seeking vengeance with no bounds.

“What was she like?”

You whisper, leaning towards Jake a bit more.

“Neytiri. What was she like when she was younger?”

Jake scoffed. Putting his hands to rest behind his head, his elbows stretched on either side of his head.

“Oh boy. Where do I start, kiddo?”

You shrugged, getting comfortable in your spot.

“Wherever you see best.”

He thought for a moment.

“What was your very first impression of her?”

You prompted.

Jake was silent before blinking.

“Uh….oh.

Intimidating.”

Your face went blank. Expecting something similar to a story or a thousand words of her beauty and strength.

“Really? That’s it?”

Jake shrugged.

“For lack of a better word. Yes, she was intimidating. She scared the shit out of me.”

You huffed. Crossing your arms.

“C’mon. I want the details.”

He chuckled.

“Well, she made quite the impression. she tried to kill me.”

  You raised an eyebrow.

“And that was attractive?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

You thought of a younger neytiri. Trying to place yourself in the shadow of a once looming star.

Jake cleared his throat, speaking again.

“You know, I think I really found out what love meant when I met her.”

His words sink in for a moment. An unfamiliar shudder that’s not quite discomforting travels up your spine.

“How so?”

You ask. Jake thinks for a moment.

“I never wanted kids back on earth. I never wanted a wife, or a white picket fence life.

Well, I did at one point. Then I met war. And war wasn’t friendly. Because war showed me that some people fall in love, get hitched, have kids, and fight to protect for the people they love when they end up dying in a war anyways. And somewhere on the other end of that spectrum is an enemy staring at you through the scope of his sniper. And when he kills you, he kills a father, or a mother, or a sister or a brother. And then it just repeats.”

War was no unfamiliarity. War made you who you were now.

And you didn’t like who you were now. Something trapped in a shell of a static shade of white. Convulsing with hunger. Thrashing with anger and agitation.

The worst thing about war is that once you live through it, you never really live past it. You can survive war. That doesn’t mean the war ends. All your potential was bred from destruction and the absence of stability in your life. Everything being ripped away burned or killed. You start to purge yourself with thoughts of violence that is sickeningly soothing. Gutted in the lament light of a scorching moonlight, forever aching for the tethered tenderness of the sun.

“No one wins in a war.”

You mutter, leaning back, your head resting on Jake’s forearm.

He nods, patting the side of your waist.

“A was a marine. A dumb grunt who thought the na’vi were just talking to trees and praying their own damn brain cells away.”

You fidgeted with your bracelet, and stared up at the clouds,

Jake spoke again.

“Your a warrior. I’m a soldier. But we both have blood on our hands.”

You stared at your palms. Much smaller, slimmer, lithe hands compared to Jake. Yet, scars still littered your skin.

“I don’t see it. The blood.”

You whispered.

Jake gently rubbed your back.

“Sometimes it doesn’t what to be seen.”

You blink up at him. Gazing at the taller man.

“I thought love was my greatest enemy. Because I was afraid I saw too much shit to love anyone properly. Why do that to them? Why waste their time?”

That hit harder than you wanted it too.

Love was your greatest weakness.

But was it, really?

War had made you unloveable. Because you watched people love each other only to loose one another in war.

Because you loved before a war, and he weakened you.

And then he stopped loving you before the war, and that weakened you.

Because your parents died when the war returned, and that weakened you.

And weakened, afraid, angry, broken, and sprawled and stretched bones far too thin to be soothed. Cussing, growling, a primal cry of violence and grief with shocking fluidity.

Unclenched and hinged on arrowheads and bowstrings.

You found yourself unloveable.

Because who would ever love something broken?

Something made of stone?

Unclenched and hinged on arrowheads and bowstrings 

Jake chuckled to himself his eyes fluttering shut. It’s not a happy sound. It’s hollow and thin. 

But there’s a small sliver of silvered-sunlight under the heavy hued grey.

“ I will never forget. One day we were training, she was making me practice my archery targets. The clan was out and about, doing their chores, weaving foraging all that jazz.

She was giving me instructions, and then suddenly her voice just…Trailed off. I looked where she was staring and her eyes were locked on these two little girls. Two sisters playing in the Stream chasing each other, laughing and splashing and wrestling around.

And for the first time ever, I saw this…this woman..

This beautiful, blue, powerful, stoic- alien of a woman who I thought was just..perfection in every single aspect of the word, looked so…

Fragile.”

It’s the last word you would ever use to describe Neytiri. But when he utters it, a certain string of a an unfamiliar note melodically tugs in place of your heart you didn’t know existed.

“Fragile?”

The words come out soft and surreal, hoarse as you whisper it.

“Like, the entire time I had known her, she had been wearing this…mask. A disguise. And when she looked at those little girls…the mask fell.”

He continued without an ounce of hesitance.

“And I realized that this woman was once a girl. A child. A child who had been through war and war was the one who forced that mask on her in the first place. Really, she wanted to protect what she had left before anyone dared to take it away. That beneath all that anger and resentment was someone who was shy, and laughed loudly and deep down beneath her confidence and attitude she was still that child, really just a girl who missed her older sister. Her favorite smell is rain and she especially loves it when you can see the small cracks of sunlight through the trees, and she had this game with her sister where they would see who could walk the farthest in the forest by only stepping into the patches of light. She loves it when the flowers bloom a shade of yellow, and she’s kinda insecure about herself sometimes and fuck I really don’t know how she could ever be, she’s just so perfect-“

Jake stops himself, realizing he’s rambling, a moment of silence goes by and he rubs the back of his head..

“I guess it’s that I always thought war made me so ugly. And that no one could love me romantically. And then I met her, and she had lived through something so terrible and traumatic, and even after the war she was beautiful and worth loving..maybe I was worth loving too.”

It was more than you ever bargained for. War didn’t always ruin. Sometimes it rearranged.

Somewhere in Jake you saw someone else. Someone besides yourself. Burdened by war and suffering.

You saw a man. A man who loved a woman so much he gave up everything he ever knew to be with her.

Something erased into nothingness and replaced by shifting shadows embedded in an unfamiliar idealism that frightened you because it didn’t feel safe.

Eternally devastating. A tormented romance of a man who holds a woman by the hips and trails a line of grievances on her skin with his lips while she holds a knife to his throat.

A woman who only held that knife because she had seen so many things shaded in a blood stained red, any other color seemed unfamiliar to her.

A woman who abuses herself by endlessly denying herself any ounce of affection because she believes with her whole heart she will never be worthy of his love. Even more so, because she was afraid of it.

Or worse, she’ll ruin it.

Afraid of how badly his touch stung her the first time to ever love again.

Afraid loving because what good was love if war would just take it away from her?

Bred to fight.

Born to protect everyone but herself.

But it’s never satisfied. Is it? The thoughts that thirsted the back of her mind. Thoughts of him. 

Fears. Thoughts. Lust. Love.

This wall around you was a survival mechanism.

To protect others from coming in. To protect yourself from coming out. From loving again.

In this story you saw a man who unraveled every shade of rarely rested red that sensed her suffering and entrapped her in this self loathing pattern.

You saw a man that said he loved her even as she threatened to end his life.

Because he knows the only reason she would end his life is because she feared he would end hers first.

Not by killing her. By worshipping her every breath. By begging her to love herself the way he does. And what happens then? When she loves herself? 

Who will judge her? Who will keep her in line? Who will call out her every hitched breath? Her every fumble and stutter? Who does it better than her?

What will she be if she loves herself? His? No. No she belongs to herself and her own loathing.

But would her fire refuse its reign of radiance in the confined cage of his love?

Maybe some enemies are only enemies because one of them thinks that they’re enemies.

Maybe lovers are only lovers because love is a sacrificial abstraction.

You could never find love if you never knew loss.

All of this was really just a coincidence of meaningless metaphors that cluttered your brain but why did you keep coming back to thinking about that man.

That man who was one his knees for you. That man who said the same thing over and over as you held a knife to his throat.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Why? Why does he love you? What is there to love?

Deprivation, burdened accountability, self hatred and inadequacy, all of deaths favored methods.

You turn to Jake, detaching your thoughts for a moment.

“How did she ever forgive you? For how you hurt her?”

Your words are rushed and spoken in a hitch of a breath.

Jake shakes his head, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, can I give you some cold, hard truth?”

You nod.

He speaks softly.

“Love ain’t easy. It’s not real love unless you fight for it. And sometimes loving someone who feels unloved and broken isn’t easy. Its especially not easy when you screwed up so badly you lost their trust once. Because trust is a fragile thing.

It’s delicate. And once someone gives it to you, you never, ever do a damn thing to harm it.

But we’re flawed creatures sometimes.

We make mistakes that sometimes seem unforgivable, and walls are built to keep us out.

But you wanna know a secret?”

You nod, waiting.

“Loving someone who feels like no one could ever love them takes time. And protecting someone who protects everyone but themselves isn’t easy.

Sometimes it’s all about letting them climb your walls until you decide it’s safe again.”

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Neteyam’s Pov:

Lo’ak is stacking up the now empty baskets to the side corner, while placing his and spider’s finished arrows for y/n in a new basket.

Spider went home a few hours ago, and y/n and my father have not returned yet.

Tuk jumps up and down twice, tugging on my arm, a slight whine in her voice.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s in the hut with Grandmother, she will return soon.”

I try to gently push her to the other side of the tent.

“Go play with your toys. Or, go have Lo’ak sharpen your knife. It’s probably in need of it anyways.”

Lo’ak shoots me a glare. Clearly not very pleased with the fact that I’m putting him on babysitting duty for once.

Tuck grabs her hexapede toy y/n had carved for her a few months back, shoving the infamous Toruk toy in Lo’aks hands.

That old toy has seen better days, I’ll be honest.

“Here Lo’ak. You be the Toruk.”

She huffs, still not very satisfied with her lack of people to play with at the moment.

“No way. Go play with Neteyam.”

Lo’ak swats Tuk away, glaring at me.

I glare back, gesturing to the new basket I was busy weaving.

“I’m busy right now. C’mon Lo’ak just play a quick game with her. Kiri will return soon.”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes before turning to Tuk.

“How about a story time?”

Tuk clap’s excitedly and jumps up once. 

“Yes please!”

Lo’ak clears his throat, crossing his legs.

“Did you know, that looong before your time, mom found you in an egg in a nest and stole you from a bird?”

“Lo’ak! Don’t tell her that!”

 Tuk gasps, a whimper that’s barely audible following the sound.

I smack Lo’ak on the back of his head.

“Mama did not find me in a nest!”

“Uh yeah. She actually did.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did NOT!”

Lo’ak shrugs, casually checking his nails and shifting on his feet.

“Oh yeah? Where do you think mom and dad found Kiri?”

Tuk crosse her smaller arms, 

“From Grace Aju-Ages-Agun-Agis-“

“Augustine.”   

I pat her back, correcting her gently.

She nods, proud of herself for trying.

Lo’ak shakes his head.

“Nope. Mom found you in a nest and she found Kiri too. 

And, 7 years ago you came out of the woods, and they’ve been trying to domesticate you ever since.”

It’s a moment later when a familiar presence enters the ensuing chaos between the two youngest of my siblings. 

“Grandmother!”

Tuk runs to our grandmother, who stands wearing her usual beaded red and yellow shawl that drapes over her elbows and falls to her waist, the long detailed interweaved maroon colored loincloth falling to her shins.

She embraces Tuktirey, patting her on the head with her other hand gently placed on her back.

I’ve always had a close relationship with my grandmother.

I am her first born grandson. The first child she watched her daughter love.

When I was small, I loved watching my grandmother work in the Tsahik tent while I sat with her, eagerly listening to her stories.

I loved my parents' stories of moving forward with our clans pain, and the moral compass they provided. 

But truth be told, I always preferred older stories. The ones my grandmother told me, quietly as she worked.

Times before the humans interacted with our clan. Stories of the powerful past generations of olo’eyktans before my father and grandfather, stories of hometree before it’s annihilation. Stories of great na’vi warriors and ancient battlements.

My grandmother and I had one, very particular trait in common.

We loved gossip every now and then, alas very shamefully.

It’s frowned upon for respectable clan leaders to partake in such things indistinguishable to gossip and rumors that flutter around the clan on feather-like whispers.

It’s easier to hide something when you hide it with someone.

Every now and then I get ‘scraped up’ on one of my hunts. Usually an arm or a skinned knee, and I end up having to visit the Tsahik of our clan, and I may or may not take the time to exchange little fragments of ‘scandals’ that I hear around, sometimes even in other clans.

Is it a good habit? No.

But my grandmother often finds ways to make up for the both of us. Everyone needs to indulge a bit once in a full moon.

“Grandmother, Lo’ak told me mama found me in a nest!”

My grandmother gasps dramatically.

“Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan! You know better than that.”

The whole tent is silent for a moment, all except for the gentle thuds of Turk’s tail flicking against the ground triumphantly as she sticks her tongue out at Lo’ak, and the ever so quiet mumble of ‘snitch’ leaving Lo’aks lips, until my grandmother speaks.

“You know we were saving the news for when she turns 12.”

Lo’ak rolls on the ground laughing and Tuk races out of the tent, screaming for our mother in distress.

Lo’ak stumbles over to our grandmother, swinging an arm around her, slightly off balance due to all of his laughing.

“Eywa, grams. Did I mention that your my favorite grandmother.”

“I am your only grandmother, boy.”

“And you’re still my favorite.”

Mo’at swats him away and hands him the basket on her hip of freshly grinded herbs for him to tend to.

“Put this in the back, on your mother’s spread of salves for me.”

Lo’ak nods, still snickering to himself, taking the basket and quickly turning to complete her request. 

She stretched out her arms, getting ready to sit down, a small wince appearing on her face.

“nìktungzup, (careful) grandmother, let me help you.”

I gently hold her arm, assisting her to sit cross legged on the ground.

She scoffs. 

“I do not need assistance. I survived raising your mother.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, and she eventually thanks me. 

My mother enters shortly after, carrying a distressed Tuk in her arms.

“Lo’ak. Did you tell your sister she came from an egg?”

Lo’ak shakes his head, shrugging.

“No. I told her you found her in a nest.”

My ears perk flicker when I notice Kiri emerging from behind my mother, tucking under the tent flap wearing a blank expression. 

My mother places Tuk down, who jogs over to my grandmother. Mother then freezes for a moment, sniffing the air, her tail flicking.

“Lo’ak-

Did you bring that sky demon in the marui!?”

“He was helping me make arrows for y/n’s hut tonight!”

Lo’ak throws his hands up in defense, still evading my mother’s mercy.

“For eywa’s sake! Have you no respect for the rules I have in place!?”

She hisses in annoyance, and as the bickering starts to simmer into background noise, I find myself watching Kiri. The one I’ve been looking for all day.

She clears her throat, shifting on her feet.

“I’m gonna go for a walk..”

She trails off, her eyes flickering between Lo’ak and my mother, neither of them sparing her even a blink of attention.

Grandmother calls for her, but she’s already escaped out of view from any of us.

As she walks away, I see my opportunity to speak to her about y/n’s words last night trail behind her.

My grandmother looks up from where her and Tuk sat, her eyes following where Kiri once stood.

She sighs.

“Neteyam. Can you accompany her please-“

She doesn’t even finish before I grab my knife off the small table and jog after Kiri. 

 Kiri turns a few corners, weaving around the now settling down high camp as sunset teased its way onto the forest of Pandora. Unleashing its blanket of warmth and violent colors with its army of clouds and weapons forged from a painted sky attacked the world above. The warm afternoon set onto my shoulders as I skipped over a few rocks unevenly coating the ground of the stronghold. The light cowers just shy of the tops of the mountains as I follow her outside, onto on of the small outstretches of a grassy valley, side by side with the back of high camp’s inner cave.

With the noise and exerted liveliness now sinking into the mere substratosphere of my senses, my attention is now on Kiri.

She finally takes notice of my presence, turning around to face me.

Her eyebrow raised as she stared at me, a bit puzzled.

I clear my throat.

“Mind if I join you?”

She shrugs,

“Not at all.”

Kiri gently brushes her fingertips across the petals of some stemless flowers, peaking through the vines that now forged themselves to grow on a natural stone boulder. 

Watching Kiri interact with the world around her was fascinating.

Sometimes she touched the plants so gently, so attentively and fragile as if they were speaking to her, and she never dared to interrupt.

I shifted on my feet, trying to figure out a way to start this conversation that was probably not going to end in my favor.

She notices the flick of my tail, side glancing at me before turning her back towards me. I smile sheepishly.

“Is that a new anklet? It’s beautifully-“

“What do you want, Neteyam?”

I frown when she catches onto me faster than I predicted.

“I’m just complimenting you. I compliment all my siblings.”

She gave me a blank stare, clearly unimpressed.

“Uh huh. Sure.”

I sigh, leaning on the boulder closest to me.

“Okay, I give up.”

Kiri scoffs.

“Before you’ve even tried? That’s not very mighty warrior behavior.”

She rubs my shoulder playfully, now stepping forward to occupy the place next to me.

“C’mon. You can talk to me.”

I’m quiet for a moment, as I finally make eye contact.

“It’s about Y/n.”

Kiri stiffens for a moment. Something invisible taking the shape of armor climbing her skin. Some urge to keep your heart out of reach from me, I assume.

She internally mediates on my words for a moment before groaning softly.

“Neteyam. I’m not speaking to you about this-“

She starts to walk away, before she’s stop at my almost frantic movements.

“Wait- please. Kiri. You’re the only one I can speak to. It’s been killing me inside all damn day.”

She takes a breath before turning around, facing me once again.

“Okay. Fine. But don’t waste me time. On with it, then.”

She gestures for me to talk. it’s very rare occasion that I talk before I even register the words leaving my mouth. Maybe it’s because I’m panicking.

“I heard you and Y/n speak last night-“

She cuts me off right there. A hand smacking my chest as her eyes widened.

“You. Did. What?”

I gulp, looking down.

“Kiri, listen please.”

“Eywa begone with this bullshit-! You stalker! What are you, watching her now while she sleeps!?”

I wave my hands around to try and regain the more rationalized attention.

“No! I’m not stalking her. Just listen, please-“

There’s a rather common misconception that Kiri doesn’t take after either of my parents simply because she was not born of either my mother or my fathers love. But damn, if she didn’t have my mother's protectiveness.

She crossed her arms, glaring up at me.

“I’m not letting you hurt her again, Neteyam”

I wince, taking a step back.

“Kiri, please. Just listen. I want to fix things-

No. I want to fix everything. I’ve been hating myself for what I’ve done to her. I don’t deserve anything less than everything you are saying to me right now, I know better than anyone. I never, ever meant to hurt her..”

Kiri paused for a moment. Her eyes softened ever so slightly as I mentioned how much self-loathing this has inflicted on me.

She sighed, rubbing her palms down her face.

“Then what happened, exactly. Because the way I saw it, you acted as if she didn’t exist for months and then all the sudden her parents die and you feel bad about it.”

I shook my head, my shoulders slumping as I defeatedly sat down on a rock.

She hesitantly sat next to me, her voice softer now. Absent of the anger she once expressed.

“What happened, Neteyam?”

I sigh, thinking about where to begin.

“I loved her. I loved her so much, Kiri. I still do. My entire world has been spiraling around with her as its center. It swallowed me whole, it drowned me-“

I paused, gazing up at the now darkening sky.

“I was 15. I was stupid, afraid, and anxious.

Because for my entire life everything has always been one step ahead of me. I’ve known what to say, how to act, how to think, how to feel..when to sit, stand, talk, stay silent..

when I was with her, nothing was foreseeable. It felt almost destructive and unfamiliar…not having control of something when you feel like your entire existence has been under control just the same.”

Kiri looks at me with an emotion I can’t quite place. A distant memory that decomposed under external complexities.

“I was afraid. Afraid of what she would do to me, to my heart, to the heart of the future olo’eyktan of this clan. What If the son of Toruk Makto could do everything when it came to training, preparing, learning and studying the ways of being a leader, but couldn’t keep his mate happy? I can’t live with that, Kiri.

More importantly, why would I make her live like that?”

There’s a silence that draws between us. Neither of us speak. 

Sometimes redemption is just a false hope. The spectacle of contemplating interchangeable acts of the past is a waste of time.

Emptiness, ecstasy, addiction, love, it all falls under a hollow shell of someone you hate. Someone you used to be.

Finally, Kiri speaks.

“You’re a stupid, Stupid man, Neteyam. And I’m probably even more stupid for trusting you to try again.”

My tail flicks, my ears upturn towards her, my entire face falling for a moment in pure shock.

I go to speak, but she cuts me off.

“You cannot start all that romance shit with her again. Our family can’t afford another one of your little spiels. It’s not about just you and her anymore. She’s dad’s right hand woman. His best student. Definitely better than the other warriors I’ve seen and that includes you. I won’t let you take that away from her. She has a future in this clan. But it’s not in your bed.”

I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to openly be in love with Y/n. 

But I am no stranger to sacrifices.

Love is nothing without sacrifice. My mother’s words spoke the truth. Love is sometimes loud, impatient and hungry. Thrashing with convulsion. 

The sun disappears every night so the moon can thrive in the darkness.

I would forget my entire existence If it was convenient for her.

I sacrificed for my parents. For my brother. For my sisters. For my home. For my morals. For my wants. My desires. My pain and my happiness.

There is always an atonement of sacrifice.

I shake my head.

“It wasn’t about that, Kiri. I just don’t us bad terms anymore. She’s like a sister to you, Lo’ak, and Tuk. She’s apart of our home now too.”

She nods, staring off for a moment.

“What about Lo’ak? 

I shake my head.

“I’m not going to court Y/n. I just want her back in my life, normal again.”

She pays my back, standing to her feet once again.

“You have my blessing. And my advice if you need it for later.”

I can’t help it when I hug her, so tightly her feet hover above the ground for a moment.

“Ugh! Neteyam! You’re getting your male germs all over me!”

Kiri huffs when I finally put her down.

”you’re my favorite sibling, you know that, sis?”

She waves me off, and I can’t help but laugh at this new warmth that blooms in my chest at having another chance.

Before I start walking back to highcamp, I’m grabbed roughly by my armband by my sister once again, her voice dark and low as she speaks.

“If you fuck this up, so help me Eywa-

If you so much as become the cause for her even dropping a smile, I will make dad summon Toruk again just so I can feed it your remains and than wear you as a new shawl. Are we understood?”

I nod, before hurriedly running back to camp as we both hear the horn, alerting my father and Y/n have arrived.

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[loganwritesprobably]

Benn Character Sheet

Context: Set for a one piece modern AU

𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚗

"ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Benn Beckman

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: Beck

ᴀɢᴇ: 50

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/they

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: November 9th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Scorpio

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'7"

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Grey

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Blue

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: Lots of scars, sustained through the course of his life, most prominently the one on his face

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: Earlobe piercings

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Beck had a fairly average life. He had two parents who loved each other, they raised him well, he went to university to get a degree, and then he began to work. But, something about sailing called to him, and Beck took to work on the sea. This meant that despite his desire to settle down at some point, eventually, he never had the chance. He’d meet girls (and sometimes guys) and romance them while he was on land, then he’d disappear for months at a time and when he returned, they’d found someone more reliable. It happened a lot.

He spent a long few years like that, weathering the near-death of his father, and then he met a younger man by the name of Shanks. Shanks was a storm channelled into a body, with more energy than Beck thought he may have ever had, even as a child. Shanks had money, big ideas, and no family. Beck couldn’t ignore the need to bring him close, and make Shanks his business. They’ve been that way ever since. Shanks was there for the death of each of Beck’s parents, and helped him through it, while Beck helped see Shanks through the average hardships of life. They made more friends along the way, but everyone around them knew that it was Beck and Shanks.

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Beck works at Shanks’ company. The work isn’t exciting, and can often involve physical labour (Beck refused to climb the ranks to sit in some stuffy office doing paperwork, preferring to be getting his hands dirty and actually see the people that were working hard, making the company’s work possible), but it’s satisfying to go home at the end of the day and know he worked, and that he did it well.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

Drinking

Most people would claim that drinking isn’t a hobby, but then most people haven’t encountered Beck, Shanks and their friends. They make it a hobby, a damn dangerous one, but one well worth it.

Shooting

Beck often goes to his local shooting range to practise his aim. His father had grown up in a rural area, and so he’d been capable of shooting, a skill he learned from his father (Beck’s grandfather), and one he passed down to Beck. He doesn’t need it, but it’s a nice way to relax at the end of the week.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Kamaboko Kamaboko, a fish dish, is Beck’s favourite food

☾ A warm fireplace As a child, he’d spent many evenings with a book in front of his parents’ fireplace, and to this day he loves the feel of the fire, and the nostalgia it gives him.

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ Hairdresser/barber It’s something that Beck has never liked, sitting in a chair for so long, with someone else so close to you while you can’t move makes him uncomfortable, so his hair is only cut rarely, and usually he does it himself just to take off his dead ends

☽ Feet They freak him out, put your damn toes away

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ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Mr Benn

➼ Deceased

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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Mrs Benn

➼ Deceased

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Beck’s parents have been dead for a good while. He’s getting old now, and he hadn’t expected his parents to live forever, though they died while he was younger than he would’ve liked. They were much like him in the sense that they settled down to create their family later than most, though certainly not as late as him.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Beck takes good care of himself. Looking good is important to him, and so he makes an effort to put in the work. Plus, he’s no stranger to manual labour so that certainly helps with keeping him in shape.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Out of all his friends, Beck is likely the most stable. While he would’ve liked to settle down as a younger man, the chance just hasn’t presented itself, and he tries not to dwell on it. That, however, is the biggest thing weighing on him at any moment.

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ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

Beck eats fairly well. While he knows people that are far better cooks than he is, his food is always edible. Anyone else would tell you he was a great cook. In particular, he has a secret chilli recipe that his friends have been trying to get their hands on for years with no success.

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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ

Beck has to have a good memory, because he has to remember everything for two men - both him, and Shanks. Shank’s memory is questionable, no matter what the man himself says, and so it’s Beck’s job to keep track of everything.

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

Beck has always been a light sleeper, not for any particular reason he just doesn’t sleep very much, and he’s easy to wake which means he even sleeps less. He’s more than used to being able to function with less sleep though, so it doesn’t much affect him anymore.

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✧☽• Sweet Nerevar •☾✧

In this YOU are Nerevar, no specified race or gender, may differ away from canon a bit sorry

Based off of the wedding dream

Past romance - slight Angst - slightly Long

Tw: death, panic attack

It had been a couple weeks since you stepped off that boat, something drew you here. Before you had been working as a merchant in Cyrodiil, business had been slow for the past few months but your boss assured you everything would be okay. But then he passed, an illness overtook your boss's body and he slowly withered away before your very eyes. It had taken a few months before he was bed bound, his nord wife sitting by his side holding his hand as she wept. You still remember walking into the room and glancing at your mentor, your boss, and your friend as he wheezed before going into a coughing spell.

You stood right next to your boss's wife laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. They were both elderly, so you knew it would eventually happen but it still hurt nonetheless. There you stood comforting an elderly nord whose once blonde hair had turned grey at the root, whose face had wrinkled with time and whose eyes looked tired. 'Y/n..' A faint call from a dying Nord, his hair was completely grey along with his beard that had a few braids in it. His eyes looked tired as he stared up at you, you held it all in wanting to remain strong for your friend 'Sovengard awaits me..my friend' he said weakly. You regret not saying more in your short time with him, you regretted not thanking him for the years of mentoring. "I'm sorry bos-" he interrupted you "I'm not your boss anymore, right now I'm your friend" his wife had let go of his hand and now his boney scar covered hand reached out to you. He gave you a thankful look, a smile on his face till the very end. He used the strength he could to squeeze your hand in a comforting way, then he looked to his wife exchanging lovely words and promises to find each other again.

It had been a couple months since then and it still hurt to not see him, to not hear his advice. You were sat in an inn drinking a cup of mazte, glancing at the hand that held your cup a small glimmer of light. A ring of a moon and a star, you had slowly tried to accept your supposed fate. You were the Nerevar, a legend and to some a god. Azura had led you here, you had no recollection of this past life, no memory of Indoril Nerevar but yet you were him and he was you.

Ever since you got that ring from Azura you began to have weirdly cryptic dreams, dreams that made you want to stay awake. They made you feel as if you weren't really yourself, question if you were truly Y/N or Indoril. Dreams of a masked dunmer with three red eyes and long disheveled black hair. He felt so familiar but still like a stranger at the same time, you knew he was from your past but didn't know what as. Or maybe he was simply toying with you, making you confused and manipulating you into thinking he was someone.

You were torn away from your thoughts by a tap on your shoulder, blinking you looked behind you towards a dunmer woman "it's quite late will you be needing a room?" You nodded taking out ten gold, you already knew where the room was you had been staying here for the past three days sorting through your mind. You groggily walked to the small room before closing the door, a window sat near your bed giving you a good look at the stars outside. You laid on the worn bed, you didn't want to sleep but you had to. You couldn't run on matze, bread and cheese after all, you laid on your side bringing the scratchy blanket up to your shoulder curling up as you began to drift off. You prayed silently that your dreams would be normal for once.

It was dark for a moment before a light, a brazier near a pillar had lit up beautiful red flames appeared. Then the one across from it lit up, they continued to light up until you could see your surroundings. A long aisle with a red rug down it, small beautiful intricate designs were on it along with a golden lining. Pews lined up near pillars and down the aisle sat an altar, almost like you were at some temple. You tried to speak but no noise came out, you touched your throat trying again to speak to ask where you were, what was happening. You knew he controlled these dreams and you just wanted answers for these dreams. You looked around and began to notice little red lights fading in, as you squinted at them you could make out silhouettes of unrecognizable people. Their bodies all looked to be covered in ash and their eyes bled with a glowing red.

You tried to move but your feet were glued to the ground as if waiting for someone, and as you looked down you noticed your outfit had changed. Your armor gone and replaced by beautiful red robes, you looked to your hands seeing golden rings with jewels on almost every finger. Then you felt eyes on you, as you turned your head you could see the same mask that haunted your dreams. He stood above you his body stretched and unnerving to look at, you two stared at each other in pure silence the only sound being the flames crackling. Then he reached out a long slender hand to you, his nails were sharp and the tips of his fingers were dyed a red color. He only stared waiting for you to take his hand and once you did he stood up straight.

You finally got a view of how tall he was, he was definitely something other worldly as his height towered over you immensely. Everyone stared at you two with emotionless faces, he began to walk and your feet moved with his. People began to appear standing in the pews, what was this supposed to all mean. Was there some secret message behind this? Was he toying with you? You began to hear clapping but no one's hands moved, you began to hear talking but no one's mouth uttered a sound. You felt a tightness in your chest as you two walked getting closer and closer to the altar. There stood a priest but its face was twisted, a large trunk like appendage moved around from its face. Your breathing began to get worse as you looked around some of the faces looked familiar and it hurt your head.

Your head began to pound as you walked, everything seemed so slow. You felt sweat beads appear on your forehead and rolling down your face, you felt your head pounding as if someone was bashing it in repeatedly with a mace, you felt your legs begin to shake as they turned to jelly. You didn't want to be here, you wanted to go home. Home back in Cyrodiil, you wanted your merchant job back, you wanted your run down shack.

You felt the tall beings hand squeeze yours, was he really trying to comfort you in a nightmare he created? He finally stopped just as you both got to the altar, the cheers began to grow louder but no one's face moved from their expressionless gaze. Then he turned to you, moving your face so you'd look at him. His eyes began to glow as he stared at you, five words were spoken and nothing more.

"Come to me sweet Nerevar"

You awoke gasping for air as if you had been choked, you fell out of your bed holding your throat as you coughed. Your eyes bloodshot and your mouth dry, you took a moment on the ground just sitting there trying to compose yourself. Leaning against the side of the bed your breathing went back to normal, the pounding in your head dying down. You looked towards the window, you couldn't delay your prophecy anymore.

Hope y'all like this! I'll be writing more Elder scrolls stuff soon! Requests are always !!

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[bluiex]

chapter ten's taken a minute because i have to write an opener w/ gem and the queen (slowed me down like hell lol) which is now getting done!! but to give myself some mental reprieve, have a bad end to chapter nine that i scrapped! ____ "I broke the enchantment on the ring on the way here," Scar murmured, and as he pulled it off, the emerald ring reverted back to its golden state. "It's no longer bonded to hers, so as far as either of us are worried, we're not engaged," he added, pressing the ring into Grian's hands. Grian turned the ring over in his hands. This was it, his last chance. Like a fairytale come true, the Prince, noble and true, returns to save his Damsel from ruin. Happily ever after comes next, right?

He thought back to forgotten nights, of his back flush against Scar's, the weight of the other's arms loose around his torso. He thought about the way the prince loved whispering promises against the base of his neck, feather-light kisses of dreams he had.

Always his dreams. Of somewhere far, far, far away from here.

All Grian had to do was be pretty, and everything else would be fine. That's all Grian felt he ever did in that damn castle, sit around and be dotting on as though he were too stupid to make a bed or pour tea himself.

Anyone else would have been grateful. Anyone else would have thrown themself into this version of happy endings, and quelled their ugly thoughts of 'what if' in exchange for two-dimensional romance.

But Grian wasn't swooning anymore. He had no reason to believe that if he returned, Scar would ever truly change.

There's no point in loving if Grian didn't feel loved too.

So Grian gave Scar the only thing his heart could afford to spare: Grian smiled. His fist closed tight around the ring, and he let out a deep sigh.

Scar, ever hopeful, ("ever naïve," Grian thought) looked up at him with those doe-like, emerald eyes. "Grian?"

God. What Grian wouldn't give to hear him say his name like that forever. But it wasn't real, it couldn't be.

The hourglass was full, and Grian couldn't afford to humor Scar with a response. Instead he turned around, ring still in hand, and walked to the front door, slowly pulling it open.

"He's in here," Grian called out, and in the mess that ensued, felt the golden band slip away from his grasp.

Grian was not a fucking damsel in distress, he didn't need saving. And if that meant a life of solitude, he was perfectly content with that.

His heart broke months ago, anyways. In a locked bedroom, in a stranger's bed, lying in the arms of a bored, spoiled prince.

There wasn't any part left of Grian to be shattered.

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*screams and cries* I LOVE THIS ENDING MORE *sobbing*

#bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian royal au #scarian #angst

[catscratching]

How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Seda was not comfortable, realizing she was developing feelings for Fakhri. She made a habit of keeping her relationships light- ‘here for a good time, not a long time’, and dammit she liked him.  He touched a chord, echoed her loneliness, her own desire for connection.  It didn’t hurt that the face he presented to the world was cheerfully self-depreciating and happy-go-lucky; she recognized the signs of someone holding everyone he met at a distance quite well.

Her previous efforts at romance had left deep scarring, and her decision to keep her emotions close and under lock and key was made many many years before she crossed his path.  It was the night she found him drunk in a stranger’s gazebo that she realized she had to move on, take a lover - anything to create a little more distance from this Viera that was very gently eroding all her protections.

… It did not go well.  A combination of factors played out [I really need to write all of this down because it was a perfect storm of RP that could not have worked out better if I had planned it], and she and Fakhri quarreled.   Seda did not handle that well at all.   She wrapped the anger around herself, trying to hide in righteous fury, hoping that the ache would go away.  But she kept listening for the sound of his voice, the little patter of Arak’s feet.  Seeing him again in Thavnair made it clear that they were both miserable.  

It took months before she was ready to admit to herself, much less anyone else, that she was in love with him (True facts, he had to tell her first).  And longer before she was ready to consummate the relationship with physical intimacy - something that took her a lot of soul searching to figure out.  When it was just sex, it was much less important.  She could wear a mask if she needed it for comfort, and when they parted ways, shed it without another thought.

With Fakhri, it was always her real self, from the beginning.  And that terrified her.  With him, it was always real - there was never room for anything else.

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Thank you so much for the ask! Finding these when I got to work was really fantastic - I spent much of the afternoon pondering. :3 ⋅☾⋅ ask list ⋅☾☽⋅ other answers ⋅☽⋅

@gray-morality

#Answers #Character Development #Seda #Fakhri #Summer Lovin'

[mooncakes-and-mochi]

Mikusagi 🌑 Tsukino

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🌙The Moon Witches:

…Moon Witches…Moon Spirits…

•Find themselves decorating their sacred space with Moon aesthetics

•Often wears jewelry and clothes that incorporates the Moon

•Physically feels the phases of the Moon and it can affect their emotions

•Dream divination is their way to receive insight and vision

•Moon witches are sometimes referred to as Lunar witches and center their witchcraft around the moon phases

•Moon witches gather strength and magic from the Moon and the dark, glittering twilight of each night

•They also tend to enjoy working with the element water and working with the subconscious mind

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🌙Characters based on:

🌙Fictional Characters

Greek Goddesses of Moon and Night(Nyx+Hekate)

Nagatoro

Blanche

Power

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Alice in Wonderland

Ochaco Uraraka

Usagi Tsukino

Anya Forger

Tinker bell

Hermione Granger

Katniss Everdeen

Katara

Yue

Tomie

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🌙Characteristics:

19|she/her|Bi🌙

Hot-headed

Chaotic energy

Cries way to easily

Aggressively wicked

Childish but trying to mature

Lives in her own world at times

Has a hard time trusting people

Is very confident-vain-sure of herself

Needs violence and chaos at all times

Doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries

Extremely powerful on nights of the New Moon

Goes by Miku🔮

Miku is a moon child who loves the night

She can easily read someone else’s secret emotions and desires by just observing them in a short amount of time

She exploits this gift by manipulating them to do things she desires

Although she is very clever, she easily gets sidetracked when her imaginative thinking reaches unrealistic levels, which makes her manipulative nature over others fail at times

And though Miku will call herself evil spirited, she is still fiercely loyal and affectionate to the people she truly cares for and loves

🌑Dead Moon🌑

Miku is the dark moon Witch also known as a dead moon Witch

She doesn’t fully understand her powers but receives dreams about her mother spontaneously through the years, which slowly makes things clear for her

Her mother was a powerful Moon Witch but died after trying to protect her other daughters from unknown reasons but is now Serenity, the Goddess and Queen of the Moon

Miku’s mother still watches over her using the crescent scar on her face

Has four older sisters she recently found out about and is closest to her oldest sister Serena

Miku reminds all her sisters so much of their mother

🩸Dark Form/Alter Ego🩸

Mysterious form

Caused by a Total Lunar Eclipse

Becomes the Blood Moon Witch

Becomes her most powerful form

🌙Loves and Hates:

•Loves cats

•Loves chaos

•Loves singing

•Loves Moonshine

•Loves everything mochi

•Loves water and the ocean

•Loves to create and drink moon water

•Loves romance and the concept of love

•Loves basking in the light of the moon

🌙

•Hates famous people

•Hates ordinary people

•Hates overly preppy people

•Hates who ever killed her parents

•Hates ordinary spellcasters/sages

•Hates people who hates cats and animals

🌙Appearance:

Miku has brown skin and has dark black hair with multiple streaks of dusky gold, darkened reds, and bright silvery white running throughout her strands

She has one silver/white eye and one black/crimson eye

Has many scars from childhood that she shows off with pride

Has a mark on her face shaped as a crescent moon since as long as she can remember

Miku has no idea of its meaning or how she even received the mark in the first place

This mark causes her to be obsessed at an early age with anything that has to do with the moon

Color Scheme - Black and Crimson and Silver and White and Metallic Gold

🌙Backstory:

🌑Miku🌑

🌙Mikusagi was born from a total solar eclipse that was created by her mother and father, Serenity and Dymion, the Goddess and Queen of the Moon and the Guardian and King of the Sun. This makes Miku immortal after a certain age and not born from earth like her sisters, except Kata, whose also immortal.

🌙Miku doesn’t remember her earlier years much, all she remembers is ending up in different orphanages and always being treated differently by others. She was forced to be an outcast by her so called peers until she runs away at 16 to try to live on her own. 

🌙Using her unique gifts to her advantage, Miku became a savvy business woman at the young age of 16. However, her evil-spirited nature always creeps up on her and forces her to relocate when she gets herself in trouble.

🌙Now at 19, she finds herself at a town called Forgotten Hollow, where she plans to start anew once again and set in motion her customary "Business".

🌙Things we’re going smoothly like always. Miku was loving this small dark and shadowy town, especially when she meets Stabastian, one of the local townies.

🌙However, as it is fated in the stars, Miku’s life will change drastically when Stabastian makes a permanent place in her heart and opens her eyes to a new mysterious world that was always here…

🌙Family:

•Serena🌕

The oldest sister of Miku's mother

The Full Moon witch

Motherly figure to Miku

•Iana🌘 Emis🌖 Ollo☀️

Middle

Iana is the Light Crescent Witch

Emis is the Dark Crescent Witch

Together they use the aura of the full moon

Ollo is the Solar Witch (Thinks there Special)

Iana is childish like Miku

Emis is serious and practical and puts Miku in her place when needed

Ollo is a mix of both

All three have middle child syndrome

•Heka🌗

The Youngest sisters

The Half Moon Witch

Relates to Miku the most

[ouchiis]

₊ ⠀ ✧ ⠀ ❛    ⠀𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂 ( accepting ! )    ⠀❜

@mundanemiseries inquired ; 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

⤭⠀﹟🪢.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀do they have a kink ? if so , what is it ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀✦    A KINK ? oh , that's cute. OUYE believes in elevating sexual experiences through different external stimuli , which is a very elegant way of saying he's a freak. pain and pleasure seems blurred to him. he leans heavily towards sadomasochistic kinks , from simple bondage to bloodplay. however , one kink he typically needs to be satisfied is overstimulation for both him and his partner. one is never enough for him.

⤭⠀﹟🍆.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀how do they feel about toys ? do they have any ? what's their favourite ? do they use them with partners ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀☾    OUYE'S TOO MODEST to go out and buy a toy for himself. if he needs to have one for himself , he typically uses makeshift items , like a back massager. however , he'd rather pass away in his sleep than be caught in any sort of adult store. if he was ever gifted one , the usage would likely be around once a week , maybe more if he can use it without going numb. and using them on his partners would be a must.

⤭⠀﹟🌙.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀do they need an emotional connection or are one - night - stands an option ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀✩    IT DEPENDS ON THE CONNECTION. OUYE doesn't need romance to sleep with someone. in fact , were a friend to come up to him and ask to sleep with him , he'd likely accept the offer. OUYE mainly needs an emotional bond because he's afraid of being used by someone and he's mortified of other people seeing his body , especially his body shape or any scars and bruises that may litter his pale skin. he's also petrified of his eye bandages coming undone during the act , dissuading him from one night stands. his body , otherwise , is at the disposal of whoever he trusts.

⤭⠀﹟↕️.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀are they a sub , dom , or switch ? top , bottom , or switch ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀♡    OUYE PREFERS TO BOTTOM because he's mildly germaphobic , he dislikes sensory issues with hair if his partner isn't one to shave , and he's horrifically insecure about both his body and size even if he's average. this absolutely does not correlate to his dominance , however. in fact , OUYE would get off on seeing a guy twice his size below him , tied up and whimpering for OUYE to touch them. OUYE secretly likes his partners depending on him in some form , so seeing them beg beneath him to cum or for him to do anything to them is highly arousing. OUYE of course could be fucked into submission , but that's on very rare occasions and he's one to put up a fight.

⤭⠀﹟🛏️.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀what's their favourite position ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀⊹    RELATED SOMEWHAT TO THE QUESTION ABOVE , when dominating , OUYE loves amazon. he likes folding his partner up so they're unable to move their lower half while he can basically sit on them and tease them. reverse cowgirl is reserved for treats when he wants them to look at him. the best position to dominant OUYE in though would be something like full nelson , where he's fully restrained and helpless.

⤭⠀﹟💋.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀do they like to kiss while having sex ? do they cuddle afterward ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀☽    OUYE IS FAIRLY AFFECTIONATE , liking intimacy like kissing and cuddling. assuming he's being nice and vanilla with his partner , of course. this , however , is not the case if he's hooking up with someone not his partner ( if he's ever in that situation ). he wants to reserve such acts of affection for someone he loves instead. otherwise , he's extremely clingy , grasping to them as soon as they're done.

⤭⠀﹟💦.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀what's their immediate post - orgasm reaction ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀✦    WHEN OUYE CUMS , he cums hard , so he doesn't have much of a reaction other than freezing at first. he's prone to just ragdolling or completely ceasing all movement following his orgasm , mainly because he doesn't have the strength to keep going anymore. if he's particularly overstimulated , he'll try to move away from all senses from all sorts of touch to even trying to sit up so the blankets below aren't touching his skin as much.

⤭⠀﹟🫶.  ﹠﹠.  ❛⠀what does aftercare look for them ?    ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

⇢   ❛⠀☾    OUYE IS VERY ORNERY ABOUT AFTERCARE , especially with his partner. if he didn't push himself too hard , OUYE enjoys massaging his partner's shoulders and back to help relieve any tension or muscle tears he might have accidentally caused. OUYE also ADORES taking baths after sex , especially ones with bubbles and bath salts and flower petals and anything to make it as calm and soothing as possible. in the bath , he's also still touchy with his partner , showing physical intimacy he would otherwise be too hesitate to do. he also likes shampooing his partner's hair and giving them small kisses across their back while he does it. he's not one to eat after sex , focusing mainly on his partner and then going to sleep if he's able to.

#❛⠀₊˚ ☾ ?⠀ le monde ( asks ) ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀. #❛⠀₊˚ ☾ ?⠀ la maison dieu ( headcanons ) ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀. #❛⠀₊˚ ☾ ?⠀ le diable ( sin ) ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀. #( suggestive. ) #( mundanemiseries. ) #Q SPAM IS ALWAYS WELCOMED #also apolocheese if these are messy i just have thoughts (tm)

[ddejavvu]

m.list - remus lupin

❥ - mei’s favorites

☼ - fluff

☾ - angst

✘ - nsfw content, minors please dni

remus + thighs ✘

bodyguard!remus ❥

taking care of remus after a full moon ☼

remus + “look so pretty like this for me” ✘

remus + “oh I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m in love with you!” ☾

remus + reader parenting harry  ☼ ☾ ❥

studying with remus ☼ ❥

remus + academic rivals to lovers ☼

remus + “that’s enough, love” ☼

remus + college au ☼ ❥

remus meeting reader’s toxic ex ☼ ☾

letter to remus before his wedding ☼ ☾

remus walking in on sirius’s sister changing ☼ ❥

remus + thigh riding ✘❥

prof!remus running into prof!reader ☼ ❥

remus + boobs ✘❥

remus + plussized!reader ☼

remus pining over reader ☼ ❥

remus comforting reader ☼ ☾

boxer!remus ☼ ❥

librarian!remus ☼ ❥

barista!remus ☼

rockstar!remus ☼

hockey player!remus ☼ ❥

remus tries to win reader back before her wedding to sirius ☾

reader dying in remus’s arms ☾ ❥

remus helping reader raise sirius’s baby ☾ ❥

texting with hockey player!remus / part 2 ☼ ❥

reader barging in on mafia!remus ☼ ❥

prof!remus x student!reader (both adults) ✘❥

spiderman!remus ☼ ❥

hockey player!remus + injured reader ☼ ❥

love letter from boxer!remus ☼ ❥

letter from remus after a full moon ☼ ☾

remus + hand kink  ✘❥

remus + library dates ☼

doctor!remus ✘❥

merman!remus ☼ ❥

priest!remus ✘❥

sub!boxer!remus ✘

academia romance with remus ☼

stepdad!remus getting jealous ✘

rockstar!remus singing reader to sleep ☼

hockey player!remus + family skate ☼ ❥

acrobat!remus ☼ ❥

photographer!remus ☼ ❥

mafia!remus being soft for reader ☼ ❥

jealous boxer!remus ☼☾

stepbro!remus watching reader's recital ☼✘

remus x potter!reader ☼❥

remus x muggle!reader ☼☾

dealer!remus finding reader's teddy bear ☼❥

mafia!remus running into reader on the street ☼

gamer!remus teaching reader to play ☼❥

stepbro!remus x crybaby!reader ☼☾❥

remus feeling insecure about his scars ☼☾❥

getting into a fight with mafia!remus ☾

getting a dog with mafia!remus ☼❥

casual dominance with dealer!remus ☼❥

giving mafia!remus the silent treatment ☼☾

remus finds reader drunk ☼☾

remus comforting reader after a long day ☼☾❥

reader begging dealer!remus to smoke ☼☾❥

softdom!stepdad!remus + sirius and james ☼❥✘

assassin!reader fights with mafia!remus's men ☼

remus taking care of reader with allergies ☼

reader eats dealer!remus's 'special' brownies ☼❥

bodyguard!remus catching reader on a date ☼☾✘

florist!reader x baker!remus ☼❥

giving dealer!remus a custom lighter ☼❥✘

assassin!reader throwing a knife at mafia!remus's men ☼

reader rambling to mafia!remus ☼❥

mafia!remus offering assassin!reader a job ☼

hockey!remus misses his good luck kiss ☼☾❥

toxic!dealer!remus ☼

dealer!remus teasing reader ☼❥

mafia!remus soft for assassin!reader ☼

sleepy cuddles with remus ☼❥

remus + only one bed ☼❥

pre-full moon remus ☼✘

brother's best friend with hockey!remus ☼❥

mafia!remus catching reader out without permission ☾

reader being a brat to mafia!remus ☼☾

assassin!reader disappearing on mafia!remus ☼

toxic!remus finds out reader is being bullied ☼☾❥

mafia!remus needing assassin!reader's help ☼

artist!remus x poet!reader ☼❥

doctor!remus x nurse!reader ✘

reader riding along with dealer!remus ☼❥

cat!remus ☼❥

tattoo artist!remus ❥✘

reader begging mafia!remus to go home ☼☾

dark!roommate!remus ❥✘

academic rivalry with remus ☼❥

grumpy!remus x sunshine!reader ☼☾❥

dbf!remus taking you home ☼❥✘

drummer!remus ☼✘

singer!remus seeing singer!reader in concert ☼

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin dialogue #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin one-shot #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fic

[marastriker]

All of the headcanon things but for CB

clown baby

☾ - sleep headcanon

Two modes: Either he's clinging/attaching to whoever he's in bed with or he's moving around SO MUCH that he probably falls off the damn bed. There is no in between.

★ - sad headcanon

He doesn't actually think anyone would like him for the way he actually is, so obviously pretending to be happy and helpful all the time can only result in people trusting him.

☆ - happy headcanon

He goes to carnivals in his spare time and when he can find one! He loves roller coasters and amusement park rides!

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

He's never actually angrily yelled at anyone - as far as you know, at least. It's quite scary when it happens because he's also probably crying and his eyes get very wide - unnaturally wide.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Slut (affectionate). Is down to be fucked by literally anyone. Will try anything, and I mean anything, at least once.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Where. Is. The Floor? We don't know. He has a lot of Stuff that he's collected. But no place to put that Stuff. His shed is too small to put the stuff away normally so I guess it lives on the kitchen counter.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Haha what's that. No, but seriously. The only romance he's seen has been in movies and he knows nothing about it outside of that context. Dinah has to teach him that not everything is a Disney movie.

♥ - family headcanon/▼ - childhood headcanon

I am combining these two - BV is his older brother and I will recount a story that happened when they were kids cause people should know. They had bunk beds and CB INSISTED on getting the top bunk, but because he kept falling off in the middle of the night, Chessie (their Mom, for anyone who doesn't know) demoted him to the bottom bunk, much to BV's delight. Though, the bottom bunk is a bit roomier, and low and behold, BV actually fell off the top bunk this time cause he was used to having a bit more room. Chessie deconstructed the bunk bed into two Normal beds as punishment. CB still falls off from time to time.

☮ - friendship headcanon

He's closest to Rusty and Dustin, like I mentioned in Rusty's post. He's slept with both of them, but isn't necessarily up for anything romantic with Dustin, but maybe he had a crush on Rusty...👀

Rusty saves all the toys from his happy meals to give to CB to add to his collection.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

He likes to make a lot of abstract art. He also does pottery, but it never looks perfect. The vases and containers and stuff he spins are always crooked and imperfect, but he thinks that's what makes them beautiful. He doesn't care to learn how to make them "properly" - he thinks art should be fun, not about perfectionism.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Likes - flowers, toys from happy meals, disney/animated movies, pranks, being a gremlin

Dislikes - being alone, nightmares, cold weather/showers

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

My...mind is empty on this one. You can't kill a Clown Bitch that's all I'm saying lol

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Please don't ever let CB cook, he will set the kitchen on fire. Though he does BAKE with Dinah, he loves decorating cookies and cupcakes and stuff. Though he probably shouldn't have too much sugar...

☼ - appearance headcanon

Smol boose. 5'3" tall. Curly strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes. Has some scars on his face from accidents throughout his life and/or getting beaten up on occasion. Cute little freckles that he doesn't mind showing off. Usually can be seen smiling, but he's not happy all the time.

ൠ - random headcanon

He has drank the contents of a lava lamp on one occasion. I say one, cause he don't do that again after that hospital visit.

#starlight express #cb the red caboose #cb stex #stex cb #the red caboose #red caboose #headcanons #headcanon ask #my headcanons

[luna-redamancy]

Thranduil Masterlist

☼ -Fluff

☾ - Angst

☠ - Trigger warning  

✧ - Alternate Universe fic

❤ - Smut

© - Commission

Imagines With No Reader:

Puzzle Pieces 🌧

Little Meddler ☼

When the princess of Mirkwood gets bored, she tends to meddle. Grandfather Thranduil x Grand-daughter! Reader -Familial relationship. 

Read it ☞ here

Stay ☾

After years of feeling neglected, you decide to leave.

Read it ☞ here

Ice and Roses ☼

Thranduil finds a young elleth amongst his rose-garden and decides to teach her about them.

Read it ☞ here

Forgive Me, My Love ☾

“I’d rather die, than to never be able to feel love ever again in my long life.” - Cursed with Hanahaki disease, you choose to suffer rather than give up the ability to love. 

Read it ☞ here

Spot the Queen ☼

Hiding from your parents was not an easy feat, but you’ve somehow done it. Now you and Thranduil engage in a silly game... Spot the queen.

Read it ☞ here

Crazy ☾ 

There was once a story of an Ice King sitting upon his throne, waiting for the perfect woman to become his queen. For years he had sat alone, plotting, obsessing, and developing a plan to keep them by his side for all eternity. But besides that, a hole of loneliness began to grow.

All he wanted was someone to love.

Read it ☞ here

Obsession ☼ ❤

There was once a story of an Ice King sitting upon his throne, waiting for the perfect woman to become his queen. For years he had sat alone, plotting, obsessing, and developing a plan to keep them by his side for all eternity. But besides that, a hole of loneliness began to grow.

All he wanted was someone to love. And you are it. - A happier more romance take on Crazy. 

Read part one ☞ here , and part two ☞ here 

Peculiar ☼

Headcanon with Thranduil, Elrond, Lindir, and Haldir: React to meeting and being in a relationship with a reader who has dark blue hair, pierced ears, tattoos on her arms and back and two different coloured eyes

Read it ☞ here

Panic ☼ ☾ (light angst)

Losing an heirloom is never fun, but when it’s something as precious as your grandfather’s necklace? Panic ensues. 

Read it ☞ here

Composing ☼

Having a musical block is something you wouldn’t wish on anyone, luckily your muse is here to inspire you. 

Read it ☞  here

Radiance ☼

Thranduil is entranced by your radiance at a dinner party. 

Read it ☞ here

My Name Isn’t Lee, It’s Thranduil ✧☼

Working as a costume designer, you’ve seen and done a lot of things. But finding an elf in a box of fabric wasn’t something you ever expected to do. 

Read it ☞ here

Lonely  ☾ ☼

After the loss of his wife, Thranduil is so lonely. Can you love the lonely out of him?

Read it ☞ here

I Promised  ☼☾✧

When you died, Thranduil promised himself that if he ever met you again he would protect you with all he could. 

Read it ☞ here

Hold on ☾ 

Drabble based on the prompt “Just wait a little longer, we’re almost there.” 

Read it ☞ here

Rage ☼☾

When having a rage attack, Thranduil is the only one who can calm you down. 

Read it ☞ here

Scars  ☼ ☾

Thranduil and you, a member of his guard, bond over scars. 

Read it ☞  here

So Beautiful ☼ 

Thranduil takes the opportunity to remind you how beautiful you are, no matter the scars littering your skin. 

Read it ☞ here

Stressed Out ☼ 

Living with Thranduil for so many years, you became familiar with the signs that would display on him whenever he was stressed. Today, you help him relax. 

Read it ☞ here

Horseback Riding ☼ 

You were awful at horseback riding, and were not having a good time. Thranduil will have none of that. 

Read it ☞ here

Taking Care ☼

Thranduil takes care of you after you’ve had top surgery.

Read it ☞ here

You Need Not Look Over Your Shoulder ☼☾

When your abusive ex comes around, Thranduil makes sure to remind you that you are safe with him.

Read it ☞ here

Updated July 9th, 2022

#Thranduil x Reader #Lee pace #thranduil oropherion #the hobbit #elvenking #masterlist #character masterlist