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bippiti · 1 year

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anla j.s

anla [trv] — to yearn for

synopsis when jake goes through the heat for the first time, who's better to go to than you?

pairing na'vi! jake sully x omaticayan! gn afab reader

things to note set in the first movie, the reader takes neytiris role & teaches him the omaticayan ways

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when jake was first learning the omaticayan ways, he would often come to you with different questions and thoughts. He'd ask you about the plants, the forest, the food, and more. even after he became fully na'vi, he'd find you with more inquiries.

but when he found you deep in the forest, you knew something was amiss. you could feel the heat radiating off of him and see the sweat covering his forehead; his hands were shaking as he bought them toward you

jake was a mess. he had been riding his ikran when he felt this wave of something hit him. he felt warmth spread over his body, and as he got off, he only had one person on his mind.

you.

and now that he had found you, his head was getting light. seeing you, your hips, your face, your eyes.. it was too much. you were too much.

you knew what was wrong almost immediately; males that are of age but haven't yet mated go through tìsom. it's eywas attempt to push them to who they are meant to be with. apparently, it was you. you couldn't deny the feelings you had for jake. spending almost every day together for the last few months, you had found yourself falling for the dreamwalker. that didn't matter right now; you had to take care of him.

he knew you were trying to explain something to him, but it was falling on deaf ears. all he could think about was you. how you'd look without your loincloth on. how you'd look on top of him. how you'd sound while he-

you clapped in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts, and you sighed. him finding you was a sign from eywa; you couldn't just ignore it. standing up, you grabbed jake as you made your way to the tree of voices. once you got there, you kneeled among the purple and blue flowers.

"you finding me while you're in tìsom was a sign from eywa jake. it means that we are meant to be mates. my heart has already chosen you, but you must choose me too" you look up at him, tail moving faster than you'd like it too. you were nervous, but you doubt he'd pick it up in the state that he's in.

"I've already chosen you, too," he whispered, bringing his hand up to your cheek. you welcomed the warmth and grabbed your queue. following you, he did the same. as you made tsaheylu, you closed your eyes. you could feel him, feel the warmth spreading across your chest, into your stomach as you began to get drunk off him.

you connected lips, his tongue brushed yours as you began to grind down onto him. his hands fell down to your waist, and you could feel his nails press into your skin; the crescents they formed were a welcomed pain. your moans were silenced as his lips began a feverish assault on your lips. he was rough. too preoccupied, you didn't notice his hands snake to the knot in your top, silently undoing it. once you felt it become loose you shrugged it off, and he took a moment to bask. he finally had you. you in your full glory. lips puffed, eyes glossy, he had you.

seeing the way he was watching you brought back memories of when you had begun to teach him

jake was still new to pandora, a baby. in your words, at least. whenever he was walking in the forest, he was mesmerized. apparently, on earth, they had lost most of their greenery, much of it being synthetic and chemically engineered. he would reach his hands up to touch the Loreyu and would always smile when they would collapse into themselves. his childlike awe of pandora only increased over time. Pandora was a gift that kept on giving, and its beauty never ceased to amaze him.

you were the best thing pandora had given him. you were his home; he never had to be afraid of you judging him. no matter how stupid his questions or rash his decisions, you would be there with him. and now that he had you on top of him, kissing him, he could die a happy man.

the kisses he left on your neck began to trail down to your collarbone, leaving purple marks in their wake. as he trailed his lips down to your chest, swirling circles onto your nipples and massaging the other. your breathing started to get uneven, and your hips started pressing onto him harsher. you let out a moan as he bit down. the smirk on his face was evident as he brought you down onto the cool soil. he continued his path down, past your naval and stopping at your hips.

he glanced up at you, hands still on either side of you. a silent ask for permission. you raised your hips, and that was all he needed. he hastily began to undo the knot, groaning when he was met with the smell of you. he couldn't wait; he needed to be inside you

your breathing got uneven as he started rubbing his tip up n down your folds, collecting your slick. you felt yourself become full as he slowly pushed himself inside you

you don’t know how long jake had had you pressed into the soil, you honestly couldn’t care. you had cum more times than you could count, and his pace was unrelenting. with each thrust of his hips he met your cervix, and you felt your head grow light at the feeling.

his fingers dug into your hips as his pace began to accelerate again. you felt the familiar coil forming in your stomach as you moaned out.

jake brought his head down to your ear as he began to whisper sweet nothings to you; each thrust had you seeing stars, and as you let go you felt him coating your walls

as you were settling in with your new life with jake, you hadn’t been feeling the best, you had become faint many a time and food you used to love suddenly tasted like ash

you had gone to your mother the tsa’hik about it, and after a prick on your neck you looked up to see her smiling at you

eywa had given you another gift

an pls lmk what you think! likes, comments n rb r always appreciated🫶

tags @stevesdick @ellabellabus07 @neytirls @your-left-sock @xferik

#jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar 2 smut #avatar smut #jake sully x gn reader

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thereadinggremlin · 4 months

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Guarded Hearts

Part 2

Alright here you go guys!

POV: You find out Azriels your mate but you start getting the could shoulder from him after he returns from a mission.

It was a warm summer day when he realized he loved her. They were walking out along the Sidra taking in the day to day lives of the merchants. They got the day off from Rhys as he was spending a long time needed day with Fayre, no court or camp work to be done or thought of. You and him had Nyx for the day as Cassian had claimed that he and Nesta needed the day together and with Elain in the Spring Court with Lucian you two were the last options, not that he didn’t like the idea of spending the day with you but curious as to what mischievous acts you and Nyx would get up to.

You and Nyx had walked up to a musician that spent part of his day playing along the Sidra. At first you both were just enjoying the music but then you started dancing. Azriel stood off to the side but you and Nyx started dancing and laughing with nothing but the biggest smiles on your faces. At the sight Azriel started to relax a bit and felt a smile fighting to make an appearance on his countenance. He knew the horrors you grew up with, you got to keep your freedom of flying, thank the Cauldron, but that didn’t mean your father hurt you in other ways.

As he was watching you he felt that snap, the one he had been begging to feel since he was young and dealing with his own tourture that his family dealt him. He looked to you for any ounce of a reaction that you felt the same but there you were still laughing and dancing with his nephew. He pulled at the bond and your face changed for a moment but never strayed from the boy in front of you. At that moment he knew that he needed to put a sheild around that bond because no matter how strong he was there was no way he would have the discipline to not pull on it again, not until you felt it too in your own time. So immediately he but up that cold indifferent shield around the bond begging the cauldron that you would feel the same about him sooner rather than later.

For the next few months Azriel kept everything the same between the two of you, training in the morning for at least two hours by your own asking and determination to the post training flights. You both were drained but that didn’t stop you from leaping from the top of the house of wind to go fly for an hour. Azriel never knew why you did, maybe because it reminded you of the freedom you now have with your life, regardless he always joined you.

There were a few days you didn’t train as long or take your flight to clear your mind, and on those days Azriel would find you in the back corner of the library, the first few times lead by his shadows but soon enough he knew the way to you like you know the scars on the back of his hands.

“So what’s the reading material tonight, another recommendation from Nesta” he quipped as he approached you. There was no smile on his face, his own way to try and keep you from seeing his true feelings for you.

“Possibly, and if that’s the case maybe I should go find some unsuspecting male at Ritas to help me reenact some of these moments.” You replied without looking up from your book.

Many times Azriel would come in and ask you similar questions and you wanted to see if you could get a rise out of him. Apparently tonight you did because he walked right over to the stand that held the whiskey and glass and helped himself to a glass full.

As the silence expanded between the two of you there was a slight discomfort, which wasn’t normal for you. “Gonna share or keep it all to yourself?” You asked looking up from your book.

At your words he visually relaxed, poured himself a second glass and you your first.

“I thought you’d sit over there brooding this whole time” you responded to him handing you the glass. He sat next to you on the small loveseat that was located in this corner and stayed silent. That was the last night he visited you in the library.

Azriel knew that he was creating a distance between the two of you for a while but he couldn’t stop himself, until he knew that you also felt that bond he was gonna keep to himself. He couldn’t stand to break you heart or the heartbreak he would encounter himself if you didn’t feel the same and rejected him. His shadows would still follow you or bring you comfort, if they were going on their own accord or he was sending them, he didn’t know anymore.

Not too long after Azriel stopped hanging out with you Rhys had asked for a formal meeting with the whole inner circle. It was there that he learned that the uprisings he had been watching the last few months were getting more out of hand and these camp leaders needed to be reminded who the real leader was. Azriel was instructed to go to the camp you grew up in and even though it wasn’t Windhaven, it was a close second. During the meeting he felt a slight twinge, he didn’t dare look at you because he needed to make sure it was the bond and not something from his shadows.

He left immediately after the meeting because if he took a moment to look at you his whole facade would fall and the anger he felt towards your father would be even stronger.

When he walked into his room to gather his belongings he found Mor sitting in one of the chairs across from the fireplace.

“When are you going to tell her and stop putting the poor girl through so much torture?” She asked without looking from the fire.

Azriel was surprised by the brashness from Mor concerning you. After he felt the bond snap he felt that she was the only one to trust with the information of you being his mate.

“I told you I’m waiting until she feels the pull herself. I don’t want to freak her out before she’s ready. Now if you don’t mind I need to go beat the life out of her father.” He said with a scowl.

“Do you really think-“

“No I’m not thinking, that’s what she does to me and all I know is that I finally have the opportunity to bring pain tenfold of what he dealt to her back to him and that’s what I’ll do.” And like that he left.

When he returned from the camp he lifted the shield around the bond to see if maybe you felt it but there was nothing there. So, as he and Cassian passed you in the dining room he didn’t let his gaze fall to you but, he did dispatch a shadow to you, just to make sure you were ok. That’s what he told himself.

Then there was a day it all changed. He stopped is lonely training sessions and joined everyone else in hopes of seeing you but you weren’t there.

“Has y/n been coming at a different time to train alone?” He asked Cassian

“No, she hasn’t been around for a few days, I tried to check in on her but apparently she’s gone. Rhys said some sort of secret mission. I thought you would now about Mr.Shadowsiger.” Cassian responded. Azriels world turned on its axis. You were gone and no one told him.

He left the house of wind and went right to the river house where he knew Rhys would be in his office, he needed answers.

“Where have you sent her and why wasn’t I made aware of it?” Azriel basically yelled as he threw the office door open and practically off of its hinges.

“She said she needed to get away so I sent her away” Rhys said, face full of nutrality. Azriel knew he wouldn’t get anything out of his brother but he needed to try.

“Please tell me where you sent her before I send my shadows to her, I need to know she’s safe bec-“

“Because she’s your mate” Rhys finished for him.

Azriel was ready to beat his brothers face in because somehow he knew but kept it from him and still sent you away. Seeing the anger and worry on his brothers face Rhys tried to calm him down but the worry seeped from his being, and off his shadows went.

When Rhys saw the shadows disappear from his brothers form he reached out to you and although he was meat with a wall at first he knew a shadow had found you because he was able to easily break through your walls and all he could say was “I’m so sorry”

Tag list: @crazylokonugget @kalulakunundrum @mp-littlebit

#reading #booklover #love #fanfic #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader

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infinite-criseas · 2 months

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“I love this whole secret love affair we have going on,” Sirius crooned into Moony’s neck. They were cuddled in Sirius’s bed, head on bare chest, arms and legs intertwined.

Remus couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “secret?? What do you mean secret? literally everyone knows.”

Sirius looked genuinely startled. “WHAT?! HOW?!” He huffed and strutted out of bed, dragging the sheets with him clutched against his chest in the most dramatic manner possible. He stomped his way down to the common room before Remus could get a word out to stop him. A quizzical Lily, Mary, Regulus, and James started at Sirius’ bewildered state. “You guys knew about me and moony?!”

The whole gang burst out in laughter. “Was is supposed to be a secret?” Lily said between fits of laughter.

“It was so obvious mate” James cackled.

“You guys didn’t even try to hide” Regulus snorted.

Remus finally caught up to Sirius at the bottom of the stairs, only to suddenly be aware of how naked he was standing there in only his boxers. The whole gang ogled at his beautiful body, they always knew Remus was the hottest one but rarely did they see him shirtless and what a sight it was. Sirius did a double take to see everyone staring at his man and quickly threw the sheets he was clenching over Remus. “GOD keep it in your pants, as all of you apparently know now REMUS LUPIN IS MINE” Sirius huffed. Remus glided his hand down to his boyfriend’s waist in both pride and reassurance. Sirius continued “So how did you all find out anyway?”

They joined the gang on the floor, Sirius sitting in Moony’s lap so no one would even dare sneak a glance at his man. “You literally said ‘back off he’s mine’ when I mentioned how hot Remus would be in quidditch gear” Lily deadpanned. A moment which Sirius recalled fondly as it later lead to him forcing Remus into his quidditch outfit.

“Not to mention the stacks of papers on your desk that have ‘Sirius Lupin’ scrawled across them with hearts all over” Reggie said matter of factly. Remus gave a raised eyebrow smirk at Sirius.

“Or when you both disappeared during our trip to Hogsmead and came back looking like you’d just been snogging - messy hair and undone buttons it wasn’t even subtle..” Mary mentioned. Sirius and Remus remembered when they first got together and could not go even a second without it keeping their hands off each other.

“YOU GUYS LITERALLY SLEEP IN THE SAME BED. How was I not supposed to know??” James stammered “Oh and what about the time I walked in on you both making out after class and you didn’t even stop.” James could’ve gone on forever, but Remus cut him off.

“Angel, we weren’t exactly quite about it” Remus said tucking Sirius’s hair behind his ear to see his face more clearly.

Sirius looked defeated “ah whatever at least now that it’s out in the air-“

“It was never not in the air” James chided

“well at least now the lot of you will stop shamelessly flirting with MY boyfriend” Sirius grumbled as he dragged Moony back up the stairs to their room.

“You think this’ll stop us? Moony, my love, we’re meant to be” James called out behind them jokingly. The rest of them burst out laughing once again.

#marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #wolfstar #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #mary macdonald

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iveleftitwithyou · 25 days

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adjustment | edward cullen x reader

hey besties!!! this is me finally (partially) fulfilling the request for reader visiting Bella from Arizona and becoming Edward's mate! i really tried to keep this in one part but it's definitely going to end up being two or three because i write too much. writing Edward is difficult when you're not a 108-year-old brooding man, so i hope i did him justice. anyways, hope you enjoy!

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

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it was a dreary day in Forks, like it almost always is. the patter of raindrops on the windows, the whir of the espresso makers, and the quiet chatter of the baristas and other patrons made the small coffee shop a popular place when the skies decided to open up on the small town.

Edward was sat at a small two-person table in the back corner of the shop, back to the wall as he alternated between reading his copy of Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time and people-watching. it was all so interesting to him - the way the humans gossiped about their least favorite coworker or vented about their relationship issues. he wasn’t necessarily interested in the actual stories they told, but in the gravity of them. these issues were so small, so easily solvable, and he chuckled internally as he wished that Jennifer from accounting not leaving him alone in the break room was his biggest problem.

a soft chime rang through the small shop as the door opened and a figure ducked in quickly, obviously trying to find solace from the rain in the warm structure - Isabella Swan. he knew her from school - she was part of Mike Newton’s pack. pretty, but unremarkable, like all of her peers. the other girls in the pack, Jessica and Angela, evoked the same feeling as Isabella (and the rest of the school, for that matter) did: disinterest. he didn’t care to read her thoughts as she began to decide her order.

Edward often considered his sibling’s relationships; Rosalie and Emmett were a perfect match, the stereotypical beauty queen and jock. and Alice and Jasper were perfect for each other (of course, Alice knew that from the beginning). but he was all alone. it periodically crossed his mind that he should feel sad about this, but he never did - not until the coffee shop door opened again and she walked in.

she couldn’t have gone to school with him - he was sure he would have noticed her. the girl slowly closed the coffee shop door, looking relieved when her eyes found Isabella standing near the counter.

relieved?

it was at that moment that Edward realized there was a complete lack of thoughts coming from her. he watched as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, staring at the chalkboard menu posted above the register. it was apparent the girl was having thoughts, he just couldn’t hear them. Edward tried his best to focus solely on the girl, to hear anything from her, but he continued to come up short. how could this be?

he observed as the girl ordered, smiling at the cashier and handing him a stack of one-dollar bills. he handed her the change, and she dropped it all in the tip jar below. she and Isabella retreated to a small table to wait for their drinks, chatting about people with names Edward didn’t recognize.

“did you hear that Chelsea Kennedy is pregnant?” the unfamiliar girl gossipped, leaning in as she spoke.

“what? who’s kid is it? Tyler Fisher’s?”

“that’s the thing - it’s actually his brother Zach’s!” the sound of the girls’ laughter filled his ears as he eavesdropped. it was hard to do when you have stronger hearing than most.

he still couldn’t get a read on her. Isabella’s mind was alive with visions of the three protagonists of their conversation, picturing the pregnant girl and who he assumed was the brother holding hands in the hallways of what seemed to be her old high school. still, nothing from the other girl.

maybe he just needed to be closer to her. he’d never needed proximity before, but he was more willing to hold onto hope that that would be the solution than admit that his gift didn’t work on this one girl.

before he knew it, he was up from his chair, approaching the table. “Isabella? i’m sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if i could ask you a question about the Romeo and Juliet essay for Mr. Banner’s class?”

“it’s just Bella, but, um, sure- yeah, what’s up?” she was stunned that he was speaking to her. she was well aware that he rarely initiated conversation with anyone. why is he talking to me? does he think i’m cute? oh god, my hair is probably so messed up from the rain. i hope he doesn’t think-

he cut her thoughts off, patience wearing thin as he still heard nothing from the girl across the table. “i was just wondering if you thought symbolism was a strong enough literary device for me to discuss in my essay. i’ve been going back and forth between that and foreshadowing.” he put on his best human-pleasing voice and smile, maintaining eye contact with Isabella. of course, he knew there was plenty of symbolism in the play, and he would have no problem writing about it for the essay.

“there’s a lot of symbolism in the play. i think you should go with that.” she replied simply, thoughts still reeling as Edward tried to ignore them. finally, he thought, he was able to turn his attention to the other girl.

“i’m sorry, let me introduce myself, i didn’t mean to be rude. my name is Edward Cullen. i haven’t seen you around here before. what is your name?” the same human-pleasing demeanor was on full display now.

the girl blushed in - embarrassment? shame? nervousness? he didn’t know, and it was killing him. “my name is y/n. it’s nice to meet you.”

“ah, y/n. that’s a beautiful name. how do you know Bella?” he remembered to call her the right name this time. of course, he had already figured out the pair likely went to school together before Isabella moved to Forks, but he figured he should let her tell him that.

“we went to high school together in Phoenix. my parents are moving to Japan for a year for my dad’s work, so i’m staying with her and Charlie until they get back.”

“you didn’t want to go with them?” he didn’t mean to pry, but he couldn’t help wanting to know more about her. he couldn’t gather anything from her head, so he had to verbalize his curiosities, which was mildly infuriating.

“no, i like it in america. plus i missed Bella.” she didn’t make eye contact, fidgeting with the corner of her paperback copy of The Great Gatsby.

“i see. that’s a great choice in book, by the way,” he smiled insincerely, deep in thought as he excused himself from the conversation. “well, i have to get going, but it was great to meet you. i guess i’ll see you around.”

with that, he returned to his corner table, packing up his things hastily and exiting the shop.

#edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen fanfiction #edward cullen fanfic #twilight #the twilight saga #fanfic #fanfiction #midnight sun

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acourtofthought · 28 days

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I just saw an Elriel post that highlighted the "mating bond is a bridge between souls" line and then showed Feysand quotes to emphasize the point. They then showed the Elriel quote, "the only bridge of connection between them...that knife" and a quote that says how Lucien had "done nothing to bridge the gap between them"

I find it ironic that they used that specific quote for Elriel since it literally says that the ONLY bridge of connection between Elain and Azriel is truth teller, and then Elain gives truth teller back. Meaning there is no more bridge connecting them.

Also, I will never understand how they bash Lucien for apparently not trying hard enough to connect with Elain, but as soon as he does try anything, they scream that he's possessive and taking away Elain's choice. So, what exactly do they want from him?

Also, there is a quote from Lucien where he literally says that the bond between him and Elain is real, "it's a read thread." So, is there an emotional gap between Lucien and Elain right now? Yes, which is completely understandable. But is there also a mating bond, a bridge between souls, between them? Also, yes.

To your point at the end, it is ok there's an emotional gap between Lucien and Elain. I don't want them connecting in someone else's book, I don't want Elain's feelings to be evident for him where I'm not getting to experience it all from her POV. I don't want a flashing neon sign proclaiming "they're in love!" rather than seeing it happen in their story. SJM left me enough hints to feel confident while still looking forward to their romance playing out in real time. Also, this wasn't in the novella for shits and giggles: "Stay out of it. She's not ready, and neitehr is he, no matter how many presents they bring." "Let him live with his Band of Exiles. Let him deal with Tamlin in his own way. Let him figure out where he wants to be. Who he wants to be. The same goes with her." "Just be patient. It'll sort itself out. It always does." "I want them to be happy. All of them." "They will be" She said the simple words with such unflagging conviction that I believed her. That covers it all. The reason Elain and Lucien are currently at odds, the reason Lucien still has not attempted to bridge the gap. Neither is ready, they still have too much of their own problems to figure out before they can turn to romance. Elain needed to accept becoming fae, needing to consider the possibility of actually being with a fae (and not jumping right into an intense mating bond), Lucien needed time to really think about what he wants from his future, where he wants to live (it's not going to be the human lands forever), how he wants to deal with his relationship with Tamlin. Now that SF has ended they've had 16 months to do exactly that and there's a good chance that Mor's prediction is about to take off. The funniest thing is they'll destroy Lucien's character for keeping his distance from Elain while applauding Az for doing the exact same thing. Lucien can't stand being near Elain because he sees her current distance and it hurts him. It's evident he still thinks about her, he asked Feyre how she was doing, brought her a present, asked if she still mourned Graysen (which means he is respecting the love she had for someone else). We know an unfulfilled bond can drive males mad and that is another reason it's a strain for him. Az avoided Elain because he can't stand the scent of her bond. Did she ask him to stay away? Did she ignore him? Lucien is doing what he's doing because he's respecting Elain's clues for space and time though it pains him to do so. Az is doing what he's doing for his own selfish reasons. Elain could have used a support system in the NC over the past year but Az chose to focus on his own needs instead of what would have been best for her. The scent of her bond isn't going anywhere and he chose to make that the driving factor of whether to spend time with her or not which means he'll never spend time with her unless the bond suddenly disappeared. That's not a worthy male. And yes, "the ONLY bridge of connection, that knife." Which means, after Elain returned TT, there was no remaining bridge of connection. Sure they were willing to make out but the author is LITERALLY telling us there's nothing to support their pairing long term. The one thing that seemed to connect them is not the foundation that true love is built on. It makes me laugh when this line is used romantically but when the other hints that are used throughout the series also receive the blinder treatment, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Like Elain and Az outside, his leathers SO AT ODDS with the beautiful garden. Or Elain with spring blooming behind her and death on the other side. Elain sitting in the sunniest windows, as if "any bit of darkness was abhorrent", Elain in black, "no matter that she declared herself part of this court, it sucked the life from her."

A near kiss and a few glances mean nothing when the author is continually feeding us line after line about how Elain is not where she's meant to be and she's not ending up with the guy who is completely at odds with her in every way despite her efforts to distract herself from her problems by engaging in a crush on him.

#pro elucien #elucien #anti e/riel

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hlficlibrary · 4 months

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any new really good angst?

Hmm...okay, so these are new(er) like within the last year that I loved and then I'll give you a few more that are on my to read list that are newer and by two of my favorite writers.

another dream but always you by you_explode / @nobodymoves

Harry is a Dreamwalker; he has the ability to visit people in their dreams and help put them on the right path. He's assigned to Louis, who's struggling after the break-up of his band. It's an unusual assignment from the beginning; Harry has a crush on Louis, and Louis's subconscious immediately decides Harry is the love of his life. When Dreamers cast Harry as their love interest, he can usually redirect them, but Louis is insistent on being Harry's boyfriend, and despite knowing they have no future, Harry wants to keep up the charade.

and i would search the night sky to find you by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

Harry Styles is a high class, well-bred Omega attending Bosworth Academy - a prestigious boarding school looking over the small town on Kinsey. He has his whole life already planned for him, learning his place as the potential mate for an important Alpha, practicing his home making skills, and be obedient above all else.

When he attends a school trip into town though, he meets Louis Tomlinson - a blacksmith and mouthy Alpha who doesn't particularly care for the standards of high society nor for the people in it. But things are not always what they seem and a past grievance may change the lives of everyone involved forever.

your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.

Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.

It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.

He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.

OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

TO READ:

Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

with venom on your tongue by wildestdreams

While Louis had to try so hard to stay focused and be the best, Harry somehow did the same things with ease and confidence. He hated how Harry glided through life, carrying happiness on his shoulders like it was nothing when it was arduous for Louis. His carefree demeanor made Louis feel crazy.

But that feeling just motivated him to always keep his eyes on the prize. Number one in the class rankings every year and the valedictorian spot the next year when they graduated. He was so close he could taste it. And if the only thing in his way was Harry Styles, then Louis was willing to up the stakes to figure out what made him weak just to beat him.

“Whatever,” Louis eventually said to Liam. “He’s a fucking cliche.”

or a boarding school AU where Harry and Louis are academic rivals until they realize they’re more similar than they thought.

#ask #anon #ficrec #angst #minificrecs #wildestdreams #imogenlee #shimmeringevil #youexplode #devilinmybrain

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yourejinx · 2 years

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//Let me In// (Azriel x F!Reader x OC)

A/N: this is something very new to me, something that i'm still trying out so bear with me. I've got this idea to bring other characters to a side Azriel story, sometimes following the events from the books sometimes not.

SUMMARY: Destiny is a cruel thing, bringing together two people who seem to still be hung up in the past.

WARNINGS: Angst, slow burn.

SIDE NOTE: English isn't my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes.

I don't know how I feel about this chapter :/

Dawn Court (Vol.3)

Gold-rose and soft lilac skies welcomed me as I winnowed right into the beautiful gardens of the Dawn Court's mountain palace. I was feeling nauseous and probably looked just the part, because next thing I know two winged guards were instantly by my side as I made my way to the stairs of the Grand Palace. They recognised me as the emissary of the Night Court's political issues, though as a Theran I was always welcomed at the Dawn Court. Apparently the courtiers seemed to enjoy having an "exotic" guest walking among them. It was exciting, i'm guessing, for the many rumors that had extended all across Prythian about the gifts my people possesed.

Some tales were spread through the centuries about us, it was said that we had the gift to predict the future, to turn things into gold, to stop time, and more. The theories were actually hilarious, no doubt some Therans had benefit from them at some point. But the truth is, they didn't know half of it. All that Prythian knew about us were our skills in battle but they couldn't tell how deep our power actually run. We came as harmless, friendly travellers and often got away with it.

To the High Lord of Dawn I was his guest first, emissary second; I'd made sure to always have good relations with other Courts, despite the one I was serving in. I was trained to do so, people tended to be less hostile around those who they trusted, and I made sure to built my reputation around their preferences, even when it meant feeding those ridiculous rumors. Thera was clossed off to the world, meaning no one that wasn't born there could ever find its warded lands, but it didn't mean that we couldn't go out into other territories. As a matter of fact, Thera wasn't really interested in the fae world, its main concern relied solely in learning how much they knew about us. And too make sure it all stayed the same. No one really wanted to initiate a war with the fae.

Now, did all of this implicate that the High Lords trusted blindly in me? Absolutely not. They were very reserved about what they let on around me, mostly because I was at the service of the terrible High Lord of Night, but I didn't care. Once inside there was nothing I couldn't obtain. Indeed ever the wolf dressed as sheep.

Thesan was waiting upstairs alongside his lover on one of the many open gallerys of the glistening castle. There seemed to be a lot of movement around the place, servants came and went hurriedly carrying clothing, decorations, flowers and many different pastries. Murmuring resonated through the long hallways; a party, they were preparing for a party.

"Ah, welcome back to my home, lovely lady" Thesan greeted with a polite smile, stepping away from his lover. The Peregryns flanked both my sides watching carefully as if I was about to give in and faint at any moment.

"Are you hurt?" The High Lord inquired.

I swallowed dry. Running away from Azriel as soon as the mating bond had snapped into place had drained me to exhaustion. A pounding headache and increasing nausea threatened to knock me off, as if every instinct of my body was warning me to go back to him. The bond felt stronger, brighter inside and harder to ignore. I fought to hide it, to mask the lingering scent. Was it supposed to be this intense?

"No, my Lord, just tired." I muttered lowly. "Thank you for recieving me" I said and bowed my head.

"My dear, I hope they're not overworking you at that Court. You're always welcomed to stay with us." Thesan offered "Now come, you should rest before the party beggings. We shall discuss whatever business tomorrow" He cut a glance at the servants passing by to indicate them to show me my room on the guest wing.

As an emissary I had written to the High Lord a week prior to my visit claiming I had urgent matters to discuss. I wasn't here as a friend of the Court, but as one of Rhysand's most trusted ambassadors, so it took me by surprise the eagerness with which they had invited me into one of their celebrations.

I didn't have enough energy to cuestion it so i just followed the faery into a beautiful large room with wide windows and flowy pinkish courtains. They left a change of clothes—more appropiate for a party than my Night Court formal attire— before silently making their way out. I dragged my feet across the warm coloured room and let myself fall face first into the soft silky matress of the plush bed. Everything here was so delicately decorated, from the lavender flowers resting in crystal clear jars beside the window where they would reflect the many colours of the early morning skies, to the hand-crafted chandeliers hanging from the opalescent stone of the ceiling. I let myself be lulled to sleep by the armony and beauty of it all, eager to turn off the whirlwind of emotions in my chest.

I woke up at the sound of light knocking on my door. The same faeries from before had come to run a bath for me and help me get ready for the night. I didn't fully register what was all the fussiness about, but they told me the Court was throwing a ball to celebrate their recently earned prosperity after Under the Mountain and to honour their newly arrived guest. They didn't say who it was but they shared a knowing playful look between them that left me feeling unsettled. I got dressed in a light pink gown with embroidered flowers all across the heart-shaped corset top, and they braided small strands of my hair to the back of my head so the ashy coloured ones fell delicately on my face. I wasn't used to look so...soft, I was usually more on the edgy style, dark colours, more pronunced necklines and cuts to allow my body to move freely, and small metal pieces as an informal version of armour.

I got so used to the Night Court style that it just felt strange.

The ballroom was at its peak when I crossed the archway entry, glasses of sparkling wine flowed everywhere and cheerful music played all around the room just loud enough to accompany the dancing couples without killing the conversation. I wasn't particularly in the mood for partying given the circumstances, but I had to admit i was curious about this new visitor that had everyone so excited. So I stuck around for a while, making light conversation here and there and playing fortune teller just to please the wishes of the courtiers. When I grew tired of it I stepped into an open balcony resting my arms on top the banister to take in the whole beauty of the Dawn's country side, it reminded me so much of...

"It does make you feel a little homesick, huh?"

The scent hit me before the sound reached my ears; it was electric and dense like the air before a rainstorm. My breath got trapped in my lungs, eyes watering, when I caught the voice, low and deep and gentle. How long had it been since I last heard it? It took all the will inside of me not to let the tears fall as I so very slowly turn around to look at him. Tall, broad shoulders, dark brown hair, one eye of sky blue, the other like the darkest of nights; a thin scar run along the former. I was looking at a ghost, a very handsome ghost.

"Asta..." I muttered, voice quivering. I felt as if I was on the verge of breaking.

He gave me one of his signature stunning smiles while stepping further into the light. He wore a black button up tunic that let the golden skin of his toned arms show, a black inked tattoo swirled around his bicep in intricated runes. The twin to the one on my right arm.

"How is it possible?" I couldn't control the thundering of my heartbeat against my ribs.

"I can't believe you're real either" He confessed. No one dared to move.

"Ah, fantastic! You've met." Came the voice of Lord Drystan's voice, one of the courtiers, that was walking toward us. "Y/N, this is our guest of honour tonight...Sir Asta has been kind enough these last couple of months helping our people get back in track after what happened. He says he comes from Thera as well, and was very eager to meet our beautiful fortune teller."

The Lord went on and on but I couldn't take my eyes off the man standing before me, too afraid he would dissappear if I closed my eyes. Everyone else just blurred, fading away in the background; it was just him and I in that moment.

"Well, I'll leave you two to get to know each other then" Lord Drystan gave us a mischevious grin, noticing that none of us was actually listening, before going back to the ball.

"Sir..huh?" I smirked, blinking away the dampness of my eyes. He let out a breathy laugh.

"I still find it awkward, all the mannerisms" He explained vaguely. Asta looked at me up and down, smiling proudly when he caught eye of the necklace I wore. "You still have it" he said, amusement dancing on his eyes.

"Of course" I took the small moon in between my fingers "you gave it to me."

"And you're wearing pink, that's two things I wasn't prepared for." He teased.

"Ah, it took me by surprise too. I don't think it's my colour though." I replied surveying the luxurious fabrics of the gown.

"Every colour is your colour. You look beautiful in everything" His hand found my forearm still resting on the banister, the touch was warm as he caresed smooth circles on my skin.

Asta always felt like the sun, warm and bright, and mighty. He kept it hidden beneath that dark mysterious aura of him, the one he put on display for outsiders. But to anyone who truly knew him, he was the kindest soul you could ever cross paths with. People back home loved him, rightly so.

"I thought you were..."I shook my head, the memories quickly flooding my mind "I found your mask buried under a pile of Loyalists, your jabalin was just a few feet away." My voice came out muffled and I didn't dare avert my gaze from our hands.

"It's a long story, and I promise to tell you about it any other day." He searched my eyes "For now I just want to—can I..?"

I didn't let him finish that sentense and threw my arms around him, burying my face on his chest. His arms wrapped around me almost instantly and he rested his chin atop my head.

"I've missed you so much Y/N" he whispered against my hair.

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I was still processing what I've learned about what went down for our people at the War against the Loyalists; we had been sold out by one of our own, as a result Asta's entire clan had been decimated and our village had suffered at the hands of a Tyrant's regime. Asta and his brother Zadkiel had been forced to go back and they've been fighting to make things right ever since.

"I thought your body had been burned along with the rest, the Dark One told me you weren't a part of our world anymore" Asta had said to me just the night before, eyes full of tears. For five centuries we'd thought each other dead. For five centuries I've mourned the death of my first love, and now he was standing just a few levels up, watching as I trained with Cassian, in the house I had shared with my mate.

I haven't told him about the whole Azriel situation yet, we hadn't had the chance to properly talk about it since we weren't granted a moment alone at Dawn's palace; the females of the court were always following Asta around, some of them even flirted shamelessly with him and he was just too polite to tell them to fuck off. I almost rolled my eyes at the memory.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Cassian asked as he trew a punch at me.

We've been sparring in the mornings outside the House of Wind since I got back from the Dawn Court three days ago. I honestly didn't know what to expect, the tension around the group was dense, Mor barely even looked at me. Azriel was out on duty, at least I didn't have to face him right away. It still made my heart sunk to my stomach.

"You know why." I answered dodging his fist and going for his legs. "Tall, blonde, gorgeous, rings a bell?"

He stopped my kick midway and threw me back a couple of steps.

"He's your mate."

"Doesn't change anything"

"It changes everything and you know it. You're just being a coward."

I was gettin' more worked up by the second and he knew it, Cassian was provoking me just to get me to let go of all that had happened in the past week.

Well, it was working. I concentrated half of my power on my right fist when he got close again and punched him square on his jaw. He turned around wincing in pain.

"It's not fair Cassian."

"You left without saying a word. He looked as if you had kicked him across the face. I think that would've been more merciful"

Cassian picked up his sword from the ground and pointed it at me, so I grabed my own blade and for a few seconds we just sized each other up.

"What was I supposed to do?" I asked, at this point anger took over me.

"Not running away again." He swung his sword at me and the sound of iron on iron cut through the air.

"You don't get it" I spat. He pushed harder against the grip on my sword.

"Explain then" Cassian gave me a wolfish smile, he was confident he'd win.

"I've watched him love the same woman for five hundred years. I've dealt with everything he was feeling for almost half a century" I kicked him on the knee and used the distraction to make him drop the weapon. Then I used his own strenght against him and threw him on his ass, the edge of my own blade pressed against his chest. "and she was standing right there. So tell me, Cassian, how cruel I've been to him." I narrowed my eyes at him in defiance. "I'll ask you again, what do you think I was supposed to do?"

He didn't try to get up, his eyes softened a bit.

"Talk to each other, you're good for him."

I withdrew my sword back.

"And what about what's good for me?" My voice came out like a whisper as I catched my breath.

"I've never seen anyone kick Cassian's ass like that" Feyre spoke walking toward us.

Right, this was supposed to be a fighting lesson for her.

"You've never seen Amren fight then" I told her half smiling. She laughed.

"I don't mean to meddle in your business, given that we don't know each other that well, but Azriel he's one of the good ones, you know? And I think you're too." Her tone was gentle, understanding. "I saw something that day back in the Town House, the way his eyes shone when you smiled at him.."

I felt my throat close in on itself, I couldn't allow myself to get the wrong idea, to start wondering about the what ifs; because even if there was something there, he still loved another woman. And I... I was still trying to figure out how I felt for him and where I stood with Asta. It had felt so good to be wrapped in his arms, to laugh together, spend time together; making up for lost time. Asta and I, we had always belonged to each other, no one understood me like him and he claimed the same about me; we were best friends, we made sense. For a long time a part of me thought he was my mate, but we were too young then for the bond. I guess that part of me refused to let that thought go. Accepting the bond with Az meant loosing Asta a second time.

"I know about Mor" she continued "and that it can be intimidating. I'm also guessing the handsome male upstairs is to you what Mor is to Azriel" she lifted a brow "but I still think you should talk, sort it out, see what he has to say. He cares for you, that much I know, and he'll respect whatever you decide."

"He comes back tonight." Cassian informed "For the record, I think you know what you want, you're just too afraid to take it."

I watched as they went back to training, and let their words sink in deep. I couldn't keep avoiding Az, he didn't deserved it. Even if he ended up rejecting me, even if it break my heart.

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I couldn't get any sleep that night. I've been staying in the House Of Wind for the time being instead of my own place while Asta stuck around. I knew he'll have to go back to Thera at some point.

The evening had been...emotional, to say the least. I was feeling overwhelmed by everything and ended up crying in silence in the small private library room. Now I lied on the couch, legs stretched out one on top of the other, head resting in one hand while I flipped through the pages of some book. I'd stopped paying attention to it about twenty minutes ago, it was well past midnight and still no signs of Azriel. I didn't really expected for him to show up here but not knowing wether he was ok or not had my anxiety building up. I knew Rhys had sent him to look for any weaknesses on the wards that sorrounded the human Queens lands.

"What are you doing still up?" His voice hit me so suddenly that I almost dropped the book I was holding. I have been so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't see the shadows taking form.

He was leaning against the doorframe, wings tucked in tight, arms crossed over his chest. His scent filled the air between us, cedar and mist, I let it invade my senses. He was alright.

"I couldn't sleep...you hadn't came back yet." I muttered not trusting my voice.

"Now you know how I felt for two weeks while you were gone to the Winter Court."

Before I could open my mouth to reply he cut me off with a knowing look. "Don't give me that spies-web bullshit again. You belong to me. Bond or not." He stated. "To all of us in fact. You're part of this family and I can't stand the thought of something happening to you."

My heart was thrumming wildly inside my ribcage and I feared I would burst into tears again.

"I'm sorry" I breathed out. I didn't know what else to say.

He crossed the room and sat down next to me. Azriel was extremely calm and I couldn't tell if that was a good sign or not, he had a tendency to hide his emotions. Pretty much like me. And he had a shield up at his end of the bond.

"How long?" he asked so low it sounded barely above a whisper. "For how long have you known?" He wasn't looking at me, he was staring at his feet. Head hanging between his shoulders.

I swallowed dry. "Forty years"

"So that night on the rooftop...?" He let out a deep sigh "Did you ever consider I deserved to know?"

I shook my head. I didn't know if I wanted to run from him, from the feelings that hung heavily on my chest, or if I wanted to drop to my knees to beg him for his forgivness.

"What would you have done then?" I asked but looked away from him, making myself much more smaller in my place. "I'm not stupid, Az. I know you love her. Even if you don't admit it to yourself."

"You don't know what you're talking about." His tone was more severe now. "Are you really going to pretend this has nothing to do with the male sleeping next door?"

Of course he knew about Asta.

When I didn't say anything he asked again.

"Do you wish it was him?"

It hurt and hurt and hurt all over, it felt like a hole the size of a crater had ripped open my chest.

"Do you wish it was her?" My voice quivered by the end and he finally look at me.

Glossy eyes that mirrored mine stared back at me for a long minute but he didn't say anything. Instead he leaned over and pressed a featherly like kiss to my forehead, so soft I thought I was imagining it.

"Goodnight, Y/N." he muttered before winnowing away into shadows.

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monstergoblin · 1 year

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The Little Siren

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A little prequel of sorts to go along with my The Owl Pirates Fic. Just a little thing on how Eda and King met in this AU. This can be read separately if you want to, it could be the first thing you read of the owl pirate too. Its a fic enjoy it how you enjoy it mate. I don't consider this spoilers to the fic. As it's in the past it's just a matter of Hunter not knowing it happened. Here is link to the owl pirates first chapter Rated Teen cause I can't write without swearing apparently. I don't think there is anything triggery in this one off especially...... I have trigger warnings in the actual chapter fic though <3 always read safe.

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Dark clouds blocked the moon as the wind beat the rain against the world. Thunder crashed and the wind howled in response. The waves beat against the Talon with such force the small ship should go down, but Edas crew was always known for being resilient. Eda hadn’t seen a storm this bad since she was a part of Bumps crew. She didn’t know how long they could last.

Eda shouted orders at her crew, they ran around obeying and trying their best to survive.

The wind itself seemed to be wailing, louder than the thunder. Lighting cracked being the best source of light in this wretched storm.

This was not a great time for her feathers to start sprouting.

“I’ll be back!” She shouted to her first mate who gave a nod but clearly was flabbergasted by her leaving to her quarters at such a time.

She pulled through her drawers trying to find at least one- just one- only one-

And there was only one bottle of Elixir in her bottom drawer. She would need to stop my Bumps harbor as soon as possible.

She took off the cork and chugged instantly feeling the relief of feathers vanishing as if they had never sprouted.

“Captain!” Her door flung open as a crew member stumbled inside. “Captain it’s a monster!”

Of course it was a sea beast! It always was the cause of something so dangerous.

“Let's kill the thing!” Eda declared, pulling her own sword from her belt as she marched out onto the deck.

She was expecting to find tentacles, or teeth or anything outside as the storm raged on, but as she looked around all she saw was the same sight as before she walked into her quarters.

“Where is the damn thing!” She called back to her crew member.

The man only pointed out towards the sea where the water circled.

“That’s no monster! That's a whirlpool!” She shouted rushing up to the helm.

“Captain!” The man shouted but Eda needed to take control of the ship, she needed to steer them away.

Lighting lit up just outside the whirlpool. Just enough to light up a figure in the water.

“It is a monster.” She whispered covered by the crash of thunder.

“It’s chasing us captain!” The navigator shouted. “We can’t escape.”

As long as Eda had a say, the Talon would not fall victim to some creature. She shoved the navigator out of the way, taking the wheel herself and forcing the ship away from the creature. The Talon creaked as the water only seemed to force them back to circling the monster. Only thing Eda could do was keep her afloat.

“Damn it.” She snapped looking at the creature. “It really is capturing us.”

“I told you, captain.” The navigator replied, watching the creature as well. “What do we do?”

“Take the helm!” Eda ordered.

“What are you doing captain?” The navigator gasped.

“Protecting my ship.” Eda grabbed a rope and swung herself as far as she could manage towards the creature. No human could survive these waves and Eda was well aware of that. A captain should always protect their crew.

She fought the waves to stay a float but as far as reaching the monster the water was pulling her towards it anyway. She held her sword ready to pierce the thing as she got close. Worse case she would kill it as it killed her. That would allow the Talon to escape.

As she got closer to the figure the wailing got louder as it hadn’t been the wind at all, but an ear shattering cry. Eda winced at the noise, the beast inside her bristling but it couldn’t do much with her elixir stopping it.

The figure was smaller than she expected.

A lot smaller.

Barely she could make out the small toddler size monster crying with all it’s might. Clutching itself tightly as it raged the storm around it. It was only a baby.

Eda knew she could do it in. She could strike it as the waves brought her closer.

Instead she found herself holding onto the toddler. Not with soft hands as the waves crashed her into it, but tightly.

The black and white scaled creature kept crying but Eda held on between the water and the noise she couldn’t say a thing.

Then big red eyes with yellow scleras looked up at her with large tears leaking down the chubby cheeks.

It was a siren.

A tiny siren.

The waves slowly hushed and the rain lessened as the small child's cries turned into a quiet weep.

It cooed up at Eda as she hugged the creature.

“You’re causing a lot of issues.” Eda managed to get out as the waves calmed. “For such a little thing.”

It cooed up at Eda again sniffling.

“I don’t understand you.” Eda pat the child's head. “But I’m not gonna kill you.”

The little creature rubbed its head against Eda's chest, comforting itself in the hug.

The crew brought her back on board with the little siren. No one approved of Eda protecting the creature or choosing to keep it. There were arguments with the captain about the safety of the crew, as if they all forgot she had willingly jumped into a terrible storm risking her life to save them.

Loyalty was only so deep apparently.

She stated they could all leave once they reach the next island if they didn’t agree with her. If they cause trouble before that, then they could leap in the sea and see how long they could stick it out.

It’s what they would do to the literal toddler after all.

Eda took the little siren to her quarters after that, leaving her crew in the hands of her first mate- who also did not approve of Edas actions, but people disapproving Edas actions never stopped her before.

The little siren had a mess of black hair growing out of his head, and large sharp teeth despite its appearance of a toddler. Eda set him down on her bed as she retrieved one of her coats- a large black one- to wrap the little creature in.

She didn’t know if the creature could catch cold but she wasn’t about to chance it as she used the coat as a towel on the creature's hair.

Unless she wasn’t supposed to dry a siren out?

“Okay kiddo.” She patted his head. “Feeling a little better.”

The creature looked up at her with wide eyes and gave a little ‘heh’ back.

“You almost killed us.” Eda explained, though she knew the little thing couldn’t understand her. “That’s why they all distrust you- that and the fact you are a siren.”

He didn’t look so harmful out of the water. He was so small, so young. How could anyone hate a face like that?

A face that was slowly starting to replicate a skin tone.

How did he do that!

“Woah, when you dry out do you look human?” Eda asked, but the boys hands stayed black and white despite his face taking a peachy tone. Only his face, his ears remained black and white fins, and he still had scales.

More like a chameleon.

“Full of tricks then?” Eda asked. “Just no more tantrums like that. We might not survive another one.” She bopped the child's nose and he let out a little giggle.

She noticed the necklace around his neck. A small simply chain with a pendant of a crown. There was a rumor magical items were crafted from sea creatures, but Eda had never heard of finding them on sea creatures. She reached down to grasp it but the child slapped her hand away holding it defensively.

He shook his head and his brows furrowed.

“Okay.” Eda held her hands up. “No touching got it.”

The creature eyed her as if waiting for her to attack now.

“Look.” Eda backed up from the siren. “I won’t touch it again.”

The little siren relaxed as she backed up. His little fin twitched slightly and he cocked his head.

“You were all alone weren’t you.” Eda pointed out. “Did you lose your family?”

She hadn’t a clue if sirens had family.

“It’s okay kid,” Eda patted his leg and the little siren's eyes followed her hand. “I also tend to be alone. Loyalties are hard to find anymore.”

“a- aaa-- looo- ne?” The siren repeated.

“Oh.” Eda sat up a bit. “You can talk.”

“Oooooh.” The boy repeated, he seemed to be struggling to move his mouth.

“Impressive little thing.” Eda smirked. “Can you say Eda?” She asked. “E-da.”

“Eeeeeee” The siren held. “Aaaaaa”

“Close enough.” Eda snorted. “Ea it is.”

“Ea! Ea!” the boy seemed happy at Edas reaction.

“Yeah I’m Eda.” Eda held a hand to herself. “What about you? Got a name?”

“Ea! Ea!” The boy repeated with a wide grin.

“Didn’t think so.” She eyed the little necklace again of a crown. “What should I call you?” The little necklace seemed important. “Squirt seems as good a thing as any.”

Squirt followed her around in the oversized coat for the rest of the trip. As Eda had promised she let her crew decide to leave or stay at the next port. Which unsurprising all the unloyal rats left. Some apologized for being superstitious, others glared at Squirt as they left.

It wasn’t like the crew had liked her much anyway, all being hired hand as her previous crew had left her after the incident. How could she blame any of them?

“Ea?” Squirt looked up to Eda as she watched the last of the crew walk out.

“Yeah Squirt?” Eda looked down at the creature.

He was looking out towards the people.

He wanted to see the town.

With how her crew reacted she could only imagine how the town would. They hunted sea monsters after all. Brining a baby one into a town would only rise a fight and declarations of ‘its a monster’ ‘it’ll grow up to eat us’ and all the other things Eda had heard about her own beast.

Squirt did not need to live through Edas trauma as well.

“Sorry kiddo. This place isn’t for us.” She went to the helm.

The Talon was small, but still large enough one woman couldn’t steer in alone.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen her fair days at sea. Perhaps it was time to hang up her hat. If she sold the Talon she’d have plenty to build a house outside of town. Where she could take Squirt.

“Okay Squirt.” She patted the kids head and he giggled. “I guess it’s time I retire.”

She hid Squirt from prying eyes. Kept him out of trouble forcing him to wear a lot of layers and gloves and a hood. She didn’t want anyone harming the kid. Raine would give her so much shit about protecting a child so mother-like if they saw her now.

She sold off the Talon and put in the work to build her and Squirt a cabin far on the outskirts. Near the ocean so they both could still enjoy their love of the sea, but far enough no one should disturb the two.

“What are you doing Squirt.” Eda chuckled as the siren was leaping on the logs she had ready to use.

He put both his hands straight up like he had conquered the whole stack and as a curious mouse decided to scurry up to the top Squirt kicked it with enough force the mouse went flying.

Eda cackled at the sight of the little siren protecting his high ground.

“Maybe Squirt isn’t the best name for you.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Not with you acting like that, you’re going to overthrow the king someday aren’t you.”

“Kiiing!” The siren mocked with such pride to outmatch a lion. He put his hands back up in the air and pumped them. “Ea Kiiing!”

Eda laughed. “Okay” She sighed as she stood. “Well then King, how about a lunch break?”

The siren looked down from the pile at her with a wide grin. He leapt down to stand beside her. “Breeeeak!” he repeated.

They lived in that little cabin happily for a few years, undisturbed by the town nearby. Though she did get occasional comments from the locals about ‘Are you captain Eda?’ or ‘are you retired captain Eda?’ but no one ratted her out to the navy so she didn’t really mind. Even joked with some of them about how she just got too old for sea life anymore.

King grew to be fairly smart. She did take him to town a few times but only when he behaved. She put a hood on him and glasses to try to cover him up a bit, and was sure he didn’t stick around anyone too long. Mostly they both stayed at the cabin.

Eda was content living her life. She could easily relax swimming in the ocean with King, or she would occasionally take a trip to Bumps island to restock her elixirs. She still had plenty of gold saved up from her pirate life that she didn’t need to worry. Her and King could just live life.

She had just returned from one of her bought passages to Bumps, carrying her bag of elixirs as she entered her dark cabin. She tried her best not to wake King when she returned so late. The little siren did a good job obeying all the rules she set when she left, and had proven he could survive alone while she made trips out. Still she hated leaving the little one.

She wasn’t expecting a lantern on and King to still be awake at this hour.

And he wasn’t alone.

“Eda don’t be mad.” He whined as he looked over at the girl who was sitting on the couch with him. “She found me all on her own. I didn’t leave I promise!”

Eda blinked at the young girl in her house.

“You are captain Eda!” The girl squealed. “ I read so many books about you!”

“Get out.” Eda snapped pointing to her door.

“Oh please let me stay! I won’t tell anyone you're here! Or that you have a siren! Or that you’re hiding! I am really good at keeping secrets! I promise!” The girl rambled.

“King.” Eda looked to the siren who jumped to hide behind the couch arm. “How did-” She gestured to the girl. “She- happen.”

“She broke in!” King whined. “I was napping and I woke up to her!”

“I did!” The girl jumped up to block King from Edas view. “He’s telling the truth. Don’t punish him, he's a sweetheart.”

“How long ago did she break in?” Eda asked, rubbing her temple.

“The first night you left.” King muttered.

“I promise its for a good reason!” The girl defended.

Eda raised a brow in disapproval at the girl.

She did not care what this girl had to say, but she hadn’t hurt King- yet- and maybe it was good for him to have a friend. Especially when Eda was gone.

“I have read every book about you.” The girl continued. “The fearless, feared, ruthless captain Eda.” The girl posed using the coffee table as leverage for her foot. “I am your biggest fan, and I want to be like you. I want to be a pirate.”

“You’ve come to the wrong place then.” Eda picked up the girl and set her outside the door. “I’m not a pirate anymore.”

“Aw, come on” The girl widened her eyes, and as tempting as it was Eda was not about to go back to that. Besides, there couldn’t be a crew with only three people anyway.

“No,” Eda declared. “Go run back to your parents. I’m sure they’re worried.”

“But-”

Eda shut the door in the girls face and turned back to King- who was still hiding behind the couch arm.

“She’s nice.” King whispered out. “She played games with me and francois.” He held up the little orange octopus doll.

“Did she?” Eda sat on the couch and the little siren joined her.

“Yeah, she didn’t scream when she saw me either.” King went on. “Like you said people do. She was nice. She asked a lot of questions.”

“Yeah?” Eda pat the kids head. “How often did she come here?”

“Every night.” King admitted. “We played a lot. She kept me company.”

“And nothing bad happened?”

“No, I told her the rules.”

Eda nodded her head looking back to the front door, she was going to ignore the fact she could see the girl pressing her face against the window trying to look inside. She turned back to the siren.

He looked so sad and guilty hugging his little doll and not looking up to Eda. Only starring at his little legs as if he’d done wrong.

He did need a friend.

Eda sighed and went back to the door. She could hear the cheer from the girl outside as she opened it.

“You tell anyone about either of us, and I’ll go back to my old way just to do you in.” Eda declared.

“Okay- of course” The girl did a little salute with her hand.

“And none of this pirate talk anymore. I’m retired.” Eda let the girl follow her in.

“Of course cap- Eda.”

“What’s your name kid?” Eda crossed her arms looking down at the girl.

“Luz” The girl beamed up. “Luz Noceda.”

Luz visited almost every day. She played with King and it warmed Edas heart to see the child have friend. He needed one for so long. Though, Eda could do without the constant pestering from Luz about adventure. She had decided she didn't need adventure in her life anymore and this girl wasn't going to change her mind.

Until the young girl came knocking on Edas cabin early one morning. Large tears were leaking from Luzs eyes and running down her cheeks. She clutched her arms to herself. Suddenly, Eda felt a lot more awake.

"Eda." She hiccuped. "I know you said- no more adventures for you- but- but-"

Eda put her arms on Luz's shoulders. "You need to breath kiddo."

"They- Mama- She didn't do anything- They took her-" Luz gasped out.

Eda pulled Luz into a hug. "It's okay kiddo."

"What am I going to do?" Luz cried.

"King." Eda turned back to face the boy who was looking worried from the couch. "Get your disguise. I think it's time I come out of retirement."

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9r7g5h · 6 months

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Sympathy Cravings

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: E

Genre: Omegaverse Smut (Alpha Katsuki, Omega Izuku, Top Izuku, Bottom Katsuki)

Summary: Izuku wanted to be fucked, but with a no sex order in place until the end of his pregnancy, Katsuki had to find a way to keep his husband happy.

Words: 1,978

Izuku was done.

His back hurt, his chest hurt, his ankles were swollen, and he missed being able to eat more than two bites without being kicked in the gallbladder. He didn't care that he was apparently "glowing," or "prettier than he'd ever been," or that "pregnancy suited him." He had six more weeks until he popped, and after that he was done. If Katsuki wanted another, the alpha could get himself bitched and carry it himself; Izuku was done.

It'd been fine when he could use his quirks. It'd almost been fun, using Float and Blackwhip to take the pressure off his feet, letting Kacchan pull him around from place to place like a blimp (not that anyone phrased it that way, for fear of tears and a Smash to the kidneys). But nooo, they just had to keep to routine and go to their regularly scheduled check up, upon which that asshole of a doctor had given them new rules. Two new rules, actually, specifically designed entirely to destroy Izuku's life and make the last few weeks of this already hell experience one he was determined to never experience again.

No quirks, and no sex.

"I'm sorry," the doctor had just said with a shrug, unphased by the promise of murder in Izuku's glare. "As a first time pregnant male omega, as well as a pro hero who has sustained significant internal damage in the past, you do fall into the high risk category. Your quirk puts an intense amount of strain on your body, and this late in the game it's too much to risk. Same with penetrative sex - it could send you into an early labor. You can do whatever else you want," the doctor clarified, "but his dick," he continued, pointing at Katsuki, "cannot go into your ass."

And everything they had done - frotting, hot dogging, blow jobs, Kacchan eating him out until he couldn’t think and Kacchan couldn’t speak, his jaw too sore to form words - but nothing seemed to be scratching that same itch that having a dick and knot in his ass did. Whatever part of him that seemed to always forget he was already pregnant just wanted to be pushed into a mating press and pupped all over again, stretched on Katsuki’s knot until he was whining for it to go down, too full and bred and pushed too far beyond breaking as his mate whispered everything that came across his mind into his ear and forced him over again. It’d been almost even better after he’d gotten pregnant, Katsuki unable to keep his hands off his stomach, his chest, just off of him in general, constantly muttering what a pretty husband he was, what a perfect dam, how fucking hot he was all knocked up.

But now his ass was empty, no matter how much he cried or presented and tried to seduce his husband, he had to walk everywhere, and Izuku was done. He doubted even whatever surprise Katsuki had planned for him in the bedroom would help his foul mood, no matter how much his mate was trying to cheer him up. The alpha had been nuzzling at his scent gland for the last few minutes, trying to get his attention and interest, shifting and whining whenever Izuku just huffed and turned away. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in whatever Katsuki had planned; his attempts to keep Izuku’s spirits up these last few weeks had been fun, if not what he’d wanted.

But if he couldn’t be fucked, he didn’t want it, and he was making that clear with his pouting.

“Come on baby,” Katsuki finally muttered against his neck, rocking his hips, tongue flicking out to touch Izuku’s gland, sending a shiver down his spine. “Just come see what I have planned, and if you’re still not interested I’ll order your favorite.”

“The pizza place that does the mayo sauce,” Izuku asked, perking up at the thought. “Order it even if we do have sex and it’s a deal.”

“Of course, my nasty little nerd,” Katsuki laughed, standing up and helping Izuku to his feet.

Reaching the bedroom, Izuku couldn’t help his disappointment. With how much Katsuki had been grinding against him, he’d assumed there would be something different. Instead it looked relatively the same, if a bit tidier after he’d cried earlier over seeing a pair of socks on the floor he couldn’t pick up that had caused Katsuki to then go on a cleaning spree. Though, turning around to see his husband stripping was a nice sight no matter the circumstances, already wetting his ass and hardening his dick.

Maybe, with how clearly desperate Katsuki was for it, he could finally seduce his husband into giving him what they both wanted. Fuck what the doctor said, he could finally get knotted tonight. Izuku could feel his excitement grow the more he thought about it, ignoring as Katsuki walked past him towards the bed, wrapped up in his train of thought about how good it would finally feel to break that medically imposed not-so-dry spell.

A train of thought that crashed and burned as Katsuki dropped his pants and bent over the bed, reaching back with one hand to pull his cheeks apart, exposing the green jeweled end of a plug. “I thought we could try something a bit different tonight,” Katsuki said, looking over his shoulder with a smirk, his cock already hard between his legs as one finger dipped down to circle the plug. “See if it helps with some of your issues.”

He hadn’t just been rocking his hips, Izuku realized, but grinding back against the plug the entire time they’d been sitting on the couch.

Izuku couldn’t remember the last time he’d stripped that quickly - it had to have been before he got pregnant, his clothes probably torn with how quickly they were thrown to some side of the room for Katsuki to clean later. It wasn’t often he topped, the extra effort of it all not making it worth it, but right now his husband, his alpha, was bent over, already stretched and spread and slick just for him, and Izuku was sure he would nut in his pants if he didn’t get them off now.

He wanted to lick at Katsuki’s back, trail his tongue over the muscles and scars laid out before him, but already knew his stomach would prevent that. So instead Izuku let his hands do that for him, his nails digging into his skin to leave behind red welts, Katsuki’s back arching into his touch, the pressure, the sting as he drew them back down to his hips. Hips that Katsuki pressed into his palms as Izuku grabbed at them, pulled them back against his own, both of them moaning at the feeling of his dick sliding between Katsuki’s cheeks, bumping against the end of the plug still firmly seated inside him.

“What a good alpha,” Izuku purred, reaching down to rock the plug, grinding the tip down where he knew it would play havoc with Katsuki’s prostate. Already he was panting; it was clear he was trying to hold back, waiting for Izuku to be inside, but Izuku wasn’t sure he would actually last that long. A quick slip of his other hand down from Katsuki’s hip confirmed it; his knot was already threatening to pop, dick twitching in his hand with each move of the toy back and forth inside him, forcing Katsuki to press back into the feeling.

“Taking care of me without hurting our pup, what a good, good boy. The best alpha, the best boy.” Katsuki whined, praise kink hitting hard as Izuku continued to fuck him with the plug, stroking his hand in time with the toy. “Do you want to come, alpha?” Izuku wished he could press a kiss to Katsuki’s scent gland, right over where his claiming bite lay, but even the movements he was doing were almost enough to push him off balance. He couldn’t keep this up for long, would have to stand back upright soon.

“Fuck, Deku, that hurts,” Katsuki whimpered as Izuku clamped his hand over the base of his dick, right below his knot, cutting him off right at the edge. If Izuku put maybe a percentage of a percentage of OfA into that hold, enjoying as his husband struggled below him, well, that was something that the doctor didn’t need to know. Instead he just finally pulled the plug out, tossing it somewhere in the direction of his clothes to be cleaned up later, moving entirely by feel as his stomach blocked his view.

It wasn’t the most graceful entrance, the tip of his dick leaving a few smears of pre across Katsuki’s cheeks as he rutted forward, trying to find his goal, but both of them gasped as his tip finally caught, sinking down an inch until Izuku couldn’t move anymore in that position. Standing up, a shift to spread his legs sending him a bit deeper, forcing a gasp from Katsuki below him, Izuku took his husband’s hips in hand, rubbing circles into the divots he so loved to normally lick the sweat from. Loved to bite at, that now worked as such good handholds.

“If you’re gonna come,” Izuku growled, thrusting forward, bottoming out in that single movement, Katsuki scrambling to find some kind of hold for himself, “it’s on my cock, alpha.”

He set a punishing pace that he knew would leave them both sore, Katsuki’s back blown out and his own hips protesting so much movement with all the extra baby weight, but at that moment Izuku couldn’t care. All he could care about was the heat around his dick, the sounds Katsuki made when he forced his hips up and drove in just right, that burning edge that drew closer and closer with every thrust, with every clench, with every moment and movement and roll back of Katsuki’s hips back into him that told him he was loving this just as much as Izuku was. It was so much, it was almost too much, especially as Katsuki’s hand reached down to stroke his dick, to clutch at his knot, cumming hard against the side of their bed.

“Come inside me, ‘Zuku,” Katsuki begged, voice hoarse and broken, ass clenching hard on Izuku’s dick, as if trying to push him towards his own end. “Come on baby, come inside.”

It was too much, Izuku’s hold on Katsuki’s hips turning bruising as he buried himself inside and came, both moaning lowly as Izuku filled his ass with cum. “Kacchan,” Izuku panted, hunched over, “Kacchan, love you Kacchan, such a good alpha, best alpha, perfect alpha, good Kacchan.”

It was a long moment that they stayed like that, trying to catch their breaths, Izuku rubbing at Katsuki’s hips, petting his back, constantly muttering a stream of praise for his husband as Katsuki gathered himself. Slowly they started to move, Izuku’s softening dick sliding from Katsuki’s ass, a stream of cum making its way down Katsuki’s thigh. It was almost enough to get Izuku hard again, if not for the sudden reminder in his ankles and his own lower back, and a swift kick to his ribs, that another round would be greatly protested. Ignoring the mess (Katsuki would clean it later), the two shifted into bed, Katsuki’s head pillowed on Izuku’s chest, his large hands rubbing circles over Izuku’s swollen stomach.

“Feel any better, nerd,” Katsuki asked sleepily, nuzzling into his chest, kissing and nipping his skin. “I know I’m pretty good,” he added with a chuckle. Izuku just sleepily nodded, kissing Katsuki’s forehead as his alpha let out a pleased rumble, settling in for a nap.

Izuku still wanted to be fucked, but this was good for now. But Katsuki didn’t need to know that.

[END]

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miyomiikonran · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022: Day 1

Here we go again, another attempt, but will it be successful? We're gonna see I guess :'D

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Today's theme: A little out of the ordinary

Choosen prompt: "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Universe: Cyberpunk 2077

Character/s: Takashi (mentioned: Asano & Asashi, belonging to @purple-hurricane-art)

Word count: ~800

Tw: Mention of kidnapping and drug use, violence

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Whack! A loud, short and heavy sound went through the room and probably even farther than that, but neighbors surely were wiser than trying to investigate what's going on in the flat next to them. Better for them.

This wasn't supposed to happen. None of that! Takashi couldn't be more numb to the swearing and shouting of the other man in front of him, who just hit the wall with him, holding him by the collar of his leather jacket. His girlfriend's older brother Asashi was basically off the edge, with one of his mantis blades out and pointing to his throat, but his words were fading before they could even reach his ears. Takashi's mind was going crazy back and forth at the moment. Deep in thoughts, replaying everything that happened today, analysing if there really wasn't something he could've done to avoid this whole mess...

He went out late in the morning to meet up with his fixer to discuss some details, about a gig he needed to finish later. Grab a valuable package, transport it safely out of the City without getting anyone's attention. Pass it over to some nomad folks, who then were supposed to carry it further to the client somewhere on the eastern coast. He didn't care about further details really. Maybe he should've cared more about that... Especially he was the one who stole the chip in that package in the first place. Back then it didn't matter, confidential info or not, who's gonna get it and why, all that interested him was where, when and how much he's gonna get paid for it. Now it was too late for regrets. He left alone, after Asano left for work before him, after an argue they had about his smoking habit. Well...maybe not just smoking. About drugged cigarettes he was using to calm his mind when it seemed he might be losing control. He left still angry and didn't even text her for hours... Little did he know that once he came back, he would only find a broken lock, flat rampaged out of spite and his girlfriend nowhere to be found, even though she was supposed to be back earlier than him. He felt his blood boiling but chills were going along his spine at the same time, fear slowly but steadily growing roots and seeping into his heart. He rushed to her workplace immediately. That's where he met her brother, also alarmed about lack of response to his texts and together they got inside only to find a dead guard, his chest spiked all the way through multiple times. It was one of Asashi's old gang mates that was always watching over the door of her BD studio per his request and paid by him. It wasn't the best view, although the worst came when they stepped inside, making both men stand still like ice statues. The place not only smashed to pieces but apparently partially set on fire too, now barely lingering here and there, meaning it has to be hours, tightly closed doors and good ventilation of underground studio eventually extinguished the fire on its own. As they looked through closely, they found her phone smashed on the ground into pieces, some of her work still open on the screens, in the middle of the editing. Whoever kidnapped her, made sure to do it quickly, effectively and to not leave anything behind. Even her car, her proudest possession, was later found smashed a few streets further, as it turned out it got hacked and destroyed on purpose.

- Are you fuckin listening?!

Sudden strong hit in the face sobered him up, so he grabbed his wrist and squeezed it strongly, hearing some cracks before Asashi pulled away, letting go and so he could push the other man away from himself.

Why? Who would want to harm an independent editor, when she never messed with anyone, minding her own biz? You could find many others like her around the city, just as good and discreet.

Answer was more than clear... Especially to Asashi, now looking at him with wild anger in his eyes. Who else but him could've brought this trouble upon his sweet sister? Of course it was her boyfriend, that one asshole he couldn't stand from day one, about who siblings argued so frequently without reaching any agreement.

However salty Takashi wouldn't be, bitterness still stung him deeply, as it was hard to argue with it. No matter how much that guy hated him for merely existing, he got a point. It's most likely his fault…and now he has to find her as fast as possible, fix his own mistake and make sure the kidnappers will pay heavily for their actions. That's the only thing they could ever agree on with Asashi…

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Once again I go with shorter form due to intensity of writing every single day for a whole month, which is something I'm definitely not used to. But well, I will be happy if I get to finish at all since all of my attempts in past years weren't really successful. This year once again we start with Takashi, one of my sweet albino twins I mention definitely most often around here~ You see, @purple-hurricane-art for me into cyberpunk hell and that's how this universe was created .u. Takashi is a simple mercenary while his gf Asano is a braindance editor, who together try to lead a peaceful in this hell hole called Night City. At least till Asano gets kidnapped in revenge towards Takashi's not so well thought out actions... Hopefully I'll get to write a bit more about it during this month >u>

#whumptomber2022 #no.1 #this wasn't supposed to happen #fic #october #oc-tober #whumptober #cyberpunk 2077 #Takashi #Asashi #Asano

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luminnara · 3 years

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Omega Depression || Alpha!Kiribaku x Omega!fem!reader

Hi! Can I request an alpha!Kiribaku x omega!fem!reader where she is strong on the outside, but sensitive on the inside. Then, some asshole alpha comes and insults her saying that she isn't worthy of having alphas and other super mean stuff that makes her go to omega depression. After that, she confines and isolates herself in her room, not allowing her alphas to enter. Days pass, she misses school for like a week, and her alphas are tired of waiting, so they bust the door and find their omega deep in omega depression and starving herself, and they're super worried and try to help her get out of it, cause she could die if not. The rest can be little angst with a fluffy happy ending!

Yo I live for alpha kiribaku, not gonna lie

Warnings: angst, mental health stuff, depression, eating disorder/starvation stuff, abo

Requests are open!

You were always happy with your alphas. Bakugou and Kirishima were the loves of your life, you were sure of it. The three of you got along well, and there was nothing you enjoyed more than spending time with your boys. You kept up with them easily, never having trouble when it came to handling Katsuki’s temper or Eijiro’s enthusiasm. They loved protecting you, too, not that you ever really seemed to need it; you were tough as nails, as far as everyone was concerned.

You weren’t, though, not really.

“What a useless little omega.”

The words kept repeating in your head, over and over.

“Two alphas? Yeah, right. You don’t even deserve one, not with an uppity attitude like that.”

They kept echoing, no matter what you tried to do.

“What a stupid bitch. They should just leave your sorry ass. You aren’t worthy of anyone, much less alphas.”

You curled in on yourself. You felt sick to your stomach. How could someone say that about you? How could a shitty alpha go and ruin your mood, and your day, by saying something so awful?

“I am worthy!” You had argued. “And we’re happy together, so just fuck off.”

“Oh yeah? Then why haven’t they claimed you yet?” His lips had pulled over his teeth in a sick grin. “You know they’re just biding their time, waiting for something better to come along. You’re nothing to them.”

The little spat had been earlier that morning. It was rare that you ever went out alone; usually Eijirou or Katsuki or both of them were stuck to you like glue, but this had been one of those instances when you had absolutely insisted you would be fine. After all, you were just running a couple errands. You weren’t even going very far from campus. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?

Well...this, apparently.

You had rejected the advances of an alpha who had been eyeing you for quite some time. He was annoying and his scent always made you recoil, but you would never, not in a million years, have thought that he could hurt you so deeply.

Why were his words even bothering you so much? You knew your boys liked you. They made sure to constantly cover you in their scents, they happily gave up their shirts for you to tuck into your little bed nest, they held your hands and gave you sweet little kisses...

And yet, he was right. They hadn’t claimed you yet. There were no big bite marks on your neck to show the world that you were taken. Why hadn’t it happened yet? You always thought that maybe they were just nervous, and they wanted to wait for the right time. Maybe they wanted to wait until school was over and they were better established as heroes.

Or maybe they were just playing with you, maybe you were nothing more than their favorite toy for the time being. What if they got tired of you? What if they really were planning on kicking you to the curb? Without a bond mark, nobody would even blink if they cast you aside. It would just be a normal break up, nothing for anybody else to even care about or get involved in.

But your heart was already aching at the thought of it.

You huddled up in your nest, ugly sobs wracking your body as you clutched one of Katsuki’s hoodies to your chest. An undershirt of Eijirou’s was nearby, a few plushies that they had given you tucked in amongst the blankets and pillows. The scents of burnt sugar and cinnamon wafted around you, and as comforting as they usually were, they weren’t helping you now. Nothing was.

You heard your phone vibrate, but you didn’t reach for it. You didn’t care. You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts, absolutely trapped in your head now. You were plagued by those same words as they kept repeating, telling you over and over that you were worthless, useless, nothing.

When you finally managed to glance at your phone, you had missed texts from both your alphas. You replied to them with a couple of half hearted “yeah, I’m fine” -s, then finally slithered out of bed to make sure your door was locked. You didn’t want to face them when they came to bother you.

If they came.

You spent the entire day like that. When you were out of tears to cry, you just grew numb. It was the worst you had ever felt, and while some part of you knew, deep down, that you needed your alphas to come help you, you couldn’t stand the idea of them seeing you like this. How had you managed to grow so afraid? You usually told them everything, but now...now you abhorred the thought.

“Oi!” Katsuki’s rough voice came from the other side of your door, his scent wafting in. “Open up!”

You didn’t answer, curling in on yourself even further instead.

“Omega!” he called angrily. “Stop ignoring me, dammit!”

“Go away!” you managed to squeeze out, your voice sounding weak and strangled.

He was silent for a moment, his scent changing. It grew more burnt-smelling as his anger mounted, and as it reached your nose, you felt panic and annoyance spiking in your chest.

“Omega,” he growled, voice low. You heard the doorknob jiggling as he tried to get in, but you had locked the deadbolt, and unless he unleashed his quirk right there in the dorms, there was no way he was entering your room.

“I said go away!” you yelled.

On the other side of the door, Katsuki was fuming. The beginning sparks of little explosions were popping around his hands, and if Eijirou wasn’t there to hold his arms down at his sides, there was a good chance he would have done some real damage to the hallway.

“Katsuki, c’mon.” the larger alpha said. “Let’s just leave her alone for a little.”

“Something’s wrong,” Katsuki pulled back as his partner started trying to drag him away. “She stinks.”

“Yeah, she definitely doesn’t smell happy,” Kirishima paused, frowning. “But...we need to give her the space, if she wants it.”

“Fuck that,” his partner spat.

“Katsuki....” Eijirou sighed.

Bakugou’s nostrils flared angrily for a moment, red eyes wild as Kirishima grabbed his arm once again. Someone was trying to drag him away from his omega, from his perfect little mate, and if it had been anyone other than Eijirou, he would have done far worse than simply dig his heels into the floor and growl in protest. Kirishima was right, though; if their omega wanted alone time, they couldn’t just barge in without permission. As much as it hurt both boys, as desperate as they were to get to you and make you feel better, they weren’t total animals. They respected you, and prided themselves on being two big, capable alphas who listened to their omega.

They returned to their own rooms, expecting to at least hear from you within an hour or two.

Hours turned to days.

You texted them a few times, listless, half-assed messages that did little to reassure them. You would send a pathetic I’m fine or a It’s okay here and there, only after they had both blown your phone up for a few hours. It was the only reason they hadn’t tried to tear your door off its hinges; they knew you were alive, at least. But by the third day, Katsuki was beside himself, and even Eijirou was getting upset enough to consider using his quirk to get to you.

You wished that he would. You didn’t want to face them, but at the same time, the fact that they weren’t tearing the building apart to reach you was making you even sadder. Your sad scent was starting to leech out into the rest of the dorms, and by the end of the fifth day, nobody could stop your alphas.

“Oy!” Bakugou snarled, his fist thudding against your door. “Open up, omega!”

You didn’t answer, too weak and listless to bother.

“Babe?” Kirishima asked, his voice strained with the effort of not yelling in panic.

“We know you’re in there,” Katsuki growled. “Quit avoiding us!”

Still, you didn’t answer.

Then, you could hear some shuffling, and the door was being torn off its hinges by Kirishima. Bakugou stormed in as soon as the path was clear, his red eyes blazing with anger, his hands balled into fists.

“You’d better show your face right fuckin’ now, or I swear I—“

He fell silent at the sight of you. His eyes widened, his nostrils flaring. Your scent was so strong and so incredibly miserable that a wave of nausea passed through him. He hadn’t expected that it would be so pungent in your room, and as he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, he rushed towards you.

“Baby,” he cooed, vaguely aware of Kirishima behind him, “what the fuck is going on?”

You tried to bury yourself in your nest, trying to burrow away from the world, but a big hand caught you around the middle and pulled you back out. Eijirou manhandled you easily, his eyes wide with concern as he sat on the floor and placed you in his lap.

“You haven’t been eating,” he observed, looking at your tired eyes. “Or sleeping.”

Katsuki was beside himself with worry. He was immediately sitting in front of his boyfriend, caging you in between them as he began looking you over. “What the hell is goin’ on?”

You didn’t want to tell them. Your throat was sore from crying, and you felt stupid for being so upset. So, you did the only logical thing you could think of and buried your face in Kirishima’s broad chest, clinging to his shirt weakly.

“Omega, please,” the big redhead pleaded, leaning his head down to scent you. “Tell us.”

You shook your head.

“We know Somethin’ is wrong, so spit it out!” Katsuki barked.

His voice was harsh, but you felt a warm, gentle hand on your back that could only be his. The familiar touch made you sigh, and after a shuddery breath, the dam finally broke.

“Th-there was an alpha,” you whimpered, voice muffled by Kirishima.

“What the fuck did they do?” Katsuki growled, his voice deep and savage. It sent a chill down your spine and you whined, clinging to Eijirou for dear life.

“Cut it out,” Kirishima snapped, snorting at his boyfriend angrily. “You’re making it worse.”

“I just wanna know what happened!” He grumbled, his hand pressing into your back.

You hiccuped as a little sob wracked your body. “A-an alpha I rejected, h-he told me…he told me that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

The low rumble in Kirishima’s chest was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was threatening and powerful, putting Bakugou’s growl a moment ago to shame. His arms tightened around you, the scent gland on his neck slipping over your hair as he tried to cover up your unhappy omega stink.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Kirishima snarled, uncharacteristically angry.

“Hey.” Bakugou slipped a hand around your waist, prying you away from the other alpha slightly. “Look at me.”

You faced him with teary eyes, and when you tried to shy away, he took your chin in his fingers.

“We fuckin’ love you. Okay? I don’t say it much. Maybe I should say it more. But it’s true, ‘n no stupid, two-bit, shitty-ass alpha knows anything about the three of us.”

He leaned forward, pushing you back up against Kirishima with his head resting on your shoulder. You finally sighed, surrounded by the scents of your alphas, allowing yourself to relax as the dam broke and your crying started all over again. This time, though, it was freeing, and as your alphas rocked back and forth with you, you felt the dread and the anxiety slowly leaving your stomach.

“Better?” Eijirou asked after a while.

“A little.” you said, voice muffled by his tear-stained shirt.

“Good.” Katsuki said gruffly, pulling you up to stand. “Let’s go get some food in you. Point that shitbag out if you see him...I wanna have a few words.”

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Kinktober Day 24: Monster (The Asylum)

Day 24: Monster Title: The Asylum Pairing: Mothman Shigaraki x Reader Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Noncon, monster mind control stuff, oviposition, cumflation, belly bulges, breeding, forced orgasms, some slight descriptions of gore and blood, yandere Note: The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum is a real place, although parts of what I wrote is fake, mostly the part where they close down a second time in the fic. IRL, they’re still open and doing tours. Tagging @ichor-and-symbiosis and @kazooli as two of the OG Mothura writers 👀

Sequel: The Brood

Kinktober Masterlist

You’ve always loved urban exploring, going to old mental asylums and hospitals to look around and see the decay of places that used to be so bustling with people. You especially liked the places that had tragic pasts, the ones where horrific things occurred. It sounds morbid to anyone you talk to about your interests, but it was the truth. You’ve always believed in monsters and ghosts just out of sight of humanity, lurking in the dark corners of abandoned places.

That’s why you instantly planned a trip to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum the second you heard about it. It had been abandoned years ago due to extreme abuse of patients. A historical society had moved in later, renovating the place and making a history tour of it that also did ghost tours at night.

But even they ended up abandoning the place due to the fake ghost tours apparently starting to become real ghost tours. People began to see creatures out of the corner of their eyes, something they said was much larger than a human, with wings on its back and piercing red eyes.

It was initially dismissed as overactive imaginations, people who wanted to see ghosts so badly that they were seeing things that weren’t there. Or people who just wanted to start tall tales for attention and were flat out making things up in order to scare the rest of the group.

But then the disappearances started to happen. It was almost always young women who got separated from the tour group, although a few times it was a boyfriend and girlfriend who got lost together. The tour guides scoured every inch of the asylum looking for the missing people, but they found no trace of them. At first it was dismissed as the people getting scared and running off without telling anybody.

Until one day, a regularly scheduled tour group stumbled across the bodies. Not the bodies of the missing girls, but their partners. They were viciously torn apart, with limbs scattered all over the room. Their blood covered the walls, the floor, even the ceiling of the room. The women were alive but traumatized, rocking back and forth in a corner of the room absolutely covered in blood, none of which was their own.

They told the same tales that the rest of the people did. They were captured by a monster, around 8-9 feet tall, with large moth-like wings and red eyes. The creature was surprisingly gentle to them, they said, at least until they saw that they were with someone. The creature had become enraged, tearing their partner to pieces as they watched. They knew for certain that they would be next, their eyes squeezed tight as they waited for their death.

But the creature did nothing, simply turning away and leaving the room like they were not what the creature wanted.

Although everyone agreed that something horrible had happened to the young women, none of them believed their story. They had stayed in that room for several days, covered in the blood of their loved ones, not knowing if they were ever going to make it out. Of course they were traumatized, thinking they saw monsters. But monsters aren’t believed to exist, and so everyone began to look for a human murderer that was never found.

The asylum tried to recover from the tragedy, but it was never able to. The amount of bad press they got for having lax safety standards and not taking care of their tour groups caused everybody to stay away. Finally, having no other choice in the matter, the asylum had closed.

When you heard this story, you were over the moon excited. Not just a historical landmark, but also a place with a possible real life monster sighting. Nothing was going to stop you from going there and seeing the place for yourself.

And now here you stand, in front of the building with a backpack full of supplies slung over your shoulder. You had your phone, flashlights with spare batteries, a spare change of clothes, matches and lighters, even a rope and various other tools should something happen inside of the building.

And so, with a deep excitement bubbling up in your stomach, you find your way through a hole in the fence and walk through the front door. The first thing you see is the reception desk with various odds and ends left over from the closure. There are even still brochures describing the various types of tours and listing prices.

You walk down the first corridor you see, going past various closed off rooms that look to be basic examination rooms. There is surprisingly little decay, mostly everything still looking rather clean and intact besides a thick layer of dust and cobwebs covering everything. You’re a bit discouraged but decide to continue on to see if things get more interesting.

After all, the murders occured in the basement, and you’re not anywhere close to that yet.

Soon you find yourself in the medical ward where the patients were kept, and you instantly realize one of the reasons this hospital was so nightmarish. The rooms are even smaller than jail cells, leaving barely enough space for patients to lay down in. There are so many rooms of that exact size that you wonder how the staff could accurately take care of the amount of patients there had to be. But you remember your research, remember the fact that they couldn’t.

That was why so many brutal procedures were performed such as lobotomies, in order to keep the peace at the asylum and make things easier for the doctors and nurses. You give a quick shudder and begin to move on, feeling a strange sensation that you desperately want to get away from.

The decay gets worse and worse the closer you get to the basement, rust and decay beginning to cover every surface you see. You walk past some of the surgery rooms and feel horror at the utensils and instruments you see in them. The historical society tried to keep things as accurate as possible, and as such, they had kept most of the equipment that you would see back in those days.

You’re beginning to wonder if this is a good idea, as that strange sensation continues to worsen and worsen. You realize with a start what this feeling actually is.

It feels like someone is watching your every movement. You whirl around, shining your flashlight in every direction as you try to see what’s watching you. But there’s nothing but darkness and the decaying walls of the hospital. You shake your head, laughing quietly at the fact that you’re spooked out by a few weird shadows and an odd feeling.

You’re not going to let it stop you from your goal, however, and you continue forwards until you get to the doors of the basement. The feeling here is overwhelming, simultaneously telling you to run and move forward all at the same time. The conflicting emotions leave you off balance and light headed, and you reach your hand out instinctively when you sway on your feet. You touch a section of the wall and instantly pull your hand back.

The wall is warm, not cold like it should be. A sense of unease crawls up your spine, and you decide then and there that it’s time to go. Making it to the basement is not worth this, whatever it is you’re feeling. But then you hear a soft humming and the flapping of wings, coming from deep within the basement of the hospital.

Instead of being terrified, however, you feel entranced. It’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard, and it’s calling you. You open the basement door without even thinking about it, walking down the stairs in a dreamy haze. You don’t even pay attention to how heavy the rot here is, how the walls are entirely blackened by decay that spreads out like veins on a body.

You don’t pay attention when the door slams closed behind you, locking you in with whatever is calling you closer. All you can think about is getting to that beautiful sound, that lonely haunting call that seems to burrow deep into your brain. You walk as if you’re in a trance, turning corridors that you’ve never seen before but somehow know where they’re going.

Finally, you get to a door that is deep within the bowels of the basement, a bright red door that seems to beckon you inside. You push open the door with no hesitation, walking through and letting it close behind you.

And you finally come face to face with the creature. He is about 9 feet tall, towering over your small form. He’s not overly muscular, but he has a thin wiry look to him that says he is deceptively strong. His red eyes bore into you like they’re staring directly into your soul. On his back are two massive wings, spread to their full wing span and utterly gorgeous.

The creature makes a small chittering noise as he motions you towards him, and you follow like he’s a puppeteer holding your strings. He pulls you tightly into his body, burying his nose into your neck and taking a deep whiff of your skin. His hot breath on your sensitive skin pulls a shudder from you. and he tightens his grip as if he’s worried you’ll get away.

A long tongue pokes out of his mouth, licking at the pulse point that is frantically beating. “Mine,” he groans into your skin, sharp teeth grazing you. “Mate.” You’re lifted up off your feet before being laid down on the ground, hips in the air and face down on the floor. He rips your pants off easily, leaving your panties on as he lowers his head down. You feel a flash of embarrassment as he sniffs them like he sniffed your neck, groaning again as his tongue drags across the wet abric. “Fertile,” he whispers as he pulls your panties aside, “fertile mate.”

The haze parts from your mind long enough for you to feel a sharp flash of fear, and then his tongue is lapping at your folds and the fear is quickly chased away again. You dig your nails into the floor as you feel him work his tongue inside of you, using it to fuck you like a cock would. You gasp when he hits your cervix with his tongue and keeps going, wiggling against the barrier like he’s trying to break through it.

Something in his saliva causes your body to heat up and your muscles to loosen enough for him to batter his tongue harder against you and push through. Your scream echoes through the walls of the room, but not of pain. Instead, a fierce pleasure overtakes you as your cervix gives way to the creature’s tongue, allowing him to enter into your womb.

The feeling of this tongue wiggling around in your empty womb causes you to tip over the edge and cum around the creature’s tongue as he eagerly laps at your juices. He withdraws his tongue, causing you to let out a whine of disappointment, only to be surprised when you feel something prodding at your entrance. It doesn’t feel like a human cock at all, with ridges and bumps along the length and much thicker than a human cock would be.

You have a single moment to wonder how it will fit inside of you before it’s pushing in, stretching out your tight outer ring of muscles and causing a sharp burning in your lower stomach. You whine and try to pull away, only for the creature to let out a snarl as claws dig into your hips, causing your blood to drip down onto the pavement.

Even though there is no pain, only more pleasure, you learn your lesson and don’t try to move away as the thick cock slides even further into you. It’s so much thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you’re shaking like a leaf when he finally bottoms out inside. You think he’ll start thrusting like a human male would, except that he doesn’t.

He keeps pushing, humping into you with sharp movements designed to force your cervix open even further. You squeal as the cock makes it past the barrier, burying deep inside of your womb. You glance down and let out a choked sob at the bulge in your stomach where the tip of the creature’s cock is.

“Pretty - pretty mate,” the creature says hesitantly, rolling his hips experimentally into you and drawing a groan from your throat. “Tomura,” he adds, and it takes you a second to realize that’s the creature’s name.

“Tomura,” you murmur, and the creature chitters happily at the sound of your voice saying the name. You try to think of something else to ask, maybe even to beg to be released as the haze seems to clear a bit, but Tomura begins to hum again, and you instantly smile in bliss as all of your concern fades away.

You feel something else pushing into your entrance, and it takes a long moment to realize what it is as you feel it slip up your stretched out tunnel.

Eggs. The creature is filling you with eggs. Instead of being horrified, however, you moan as they continue to move inside of you. There are multiple eggs at once, small and gooey, and they coat your insides with wetness as they make their way to your still stretched out cervix.

You feel them pass through the opening to plop down into your womb, and you cry out and cum hard, pussy wildly fluttering around Tomura’s cock. He lets out a deep grunt of pleasure as he rocks his hips against you, and you feel more eggs pushing into you. This time, a few of them get stuck against a spongy spot inside of you, and you scream out your orgasm, legs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck, oh god, shit, Tomura - “ you babble mindlessly as more eggs push into you, “it feels so good, why does it - “

Before those eggs can push fully in, there are already more entering you, and you feel so incredibly full. They drop down into your no longer empty womb, wringing another orgasm from your tired body. The skin of your stomach is stretching, making you look bloated, and Tomura still isn’t done.

You lose track of time completely, only aware of your body twitching and convulsing as more and more eggs push up into you, settling into your womb with the rest of them. Your stomach already looks 9 months pregnant, and you can barely hold yourself up.

Tomura sees this, and he gently picks you up and lays you down on your back. “Pretty mate,” he leans and kisses your forehead, “look so good with my children. Our children.”

“Oh god, no more, please no more, I’m so full Tomura,” you whimper as more eggs push into you. “Please, so full - “

Tomura hums softly at you, and you smile with bliss as the final eggs plop down into your womb. His movements become more savage, thrusting hard into you as he grunts and groans. The force of his thrusts has you sliding up, breasts bouncing and your belly jiggling. The feeling of the eggs moving around inside of you has you howling out your orgasm, blackness dotting the edge of your vision as you almost lose consciousness.

Finally, Tomura is finished, and his cock begins to twitch inside of you as hot ropes of cum fill you up, shooting directly into your womb where the eggs reside. You sob as you watch your stomach bulge out even more as the creature’s cum fertilizes the eggs inside. You can no longer see the dents and valleys of the eggs along your stomach, and you reach down to gently run your hand over your bloated stomach.

You can feel the eggs through the barrier of skin, and it causes your eyes to roll back at the pleasure. Tomura gives a soft, happy chirp as he places his hand over yours on your belly, rubbing it gently. He pulls out slowly, causing a mixture of your cum and his to gush out of your now gaping pussy.

He reaches down to pick you up as he walks towards a door in the back of the room that you hadn’t noticed before. You’re shocked by what you see when you walk through. It’s an utterly untouched room, still looking brand new and with none of the decay that covers the rest of the basement. There is no bed, but there is a pile of clean blankets and pillows in the corner, piled up high and in a circle.

A nest, you realize. It’s a nest. For you. He tucks you in gently, chirping again as his clawed hand runs over your pregnant belly. “Mate,” he says happily, “my pretty little mate.” He stands up and walks towards the door, turning to you one last time as his gaze narrows and darkens just a bit.

“No running. Don’t want to have to tie mate down.” He continues to gaze at you, as if waiting for something.

“I won’t run,” you say quietly, and the dark look on his face is gone instantly as he beams at you.

“Good mate, good.” And with that, he’s gone.

With his absence, some of the haze lifts and you’re able to realize the horror of the situation you’re in. Nobody knows where you are, and you’re trapped. Even if you wanted to run, you don’t think you could with how large your belly is. No escape and no help coming for you, and the creature already seems so possessive of you that he’s not going to let you easily escape.

If only you had listened to your instincts earlier, if only you hadn’t been so fascinated with the grotesque, if only you had simply chosen to stay home.

You’ve always believed in monsters. You just never thought you would find one.

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drarryspecificrecs · 3 years

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2021.08 ~ Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3

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2. i found love where it wasn't supposed to be series by @percyjacksonfan3 [E, 255k, 2 works]

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Hi! I would like a request about Derek from teen wolf, please. The reader is trying to approach him, taking care of him "because Derek is too busy taking care of the others", BUT IT'S BEING SO HARD because of all of his past. Derek and the reader argue one night because of the overprotective nature of the reader about him, and when she tries to leave the loft, completely upset with Derek, he tries to fix things between them. Could you do this with a lot of angst and, then, tons of fluff? Thanks!

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Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Angst bbyyyy, and some fluffy goodness at the end, not checked over (so probably a crap ton of spelling errors)

A/N: hello hope you enjoy, sorry it took forever! I’m so busy with work, college and personal issues that writing has been put on the back-burner.

When the name Derek Hale was mentioned- one immediately thought of the broody, salty, sarcastic young man who lived by himself after the tragic Hale house fire.

Nobody would ever associate the name Derek Hale and caring. It just wasn’t in his nature. Because under no circumstances could Derek be remotely kind, caring or soft in any way possible.

That’s what people thought of Derek. But not you- or the majority of the pack for that matter.

Yes, you saw where others came from with their ideas and judgement (Derek’s lack of colour in his wardrobe obviously didn’t help either).

But to you when you heard the name Derek Hale, you immediately thought of the kind hearted man who would give up anything for the safety of his friends and family (as much as he claimed otherwise).

You knew him differently, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that his favourite food was Spagetti Carbonara without the mushrooms, that he didn’t like Coca Cola, that he secretly loved watching trashy tv shows like keeping up with the kardashians, and most importantly that he was running himself ragged.

He had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to helping everyone out. He was the one giving lifts and helping with homework and hosting pack nights, and handling Isaac’s nightmares, all of this happening at the same time as some supposed lizard creature being on the loose.

You had been ignored by Derek Hale for approximately 72 hours. Now this wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for two things.

1. He wasn’t aware that he was actively ignoring you.

2. The idiot wasn’t your husband of 2 years.

Over 68 hours ago you hadn’t minded, you had even brushed the silence and distance off- knowing that Derek liked to have a little time to himself.

But when it hit the 5 hour mark of the 4th day, frustration and disappointment had begun to set in.

There was one more thing that made the whole situation worse. He was blatantly ignoring you- and only you.

It hurt. You could admit that to yourself easily without any qualms at all. It hurt.

Whether that was to do with the whole ‘mate’ side of things you didn’t know- all that you did know was that Derek Hale was drowning and he wasn’t going to swim until everyone else was okay.

Thud, thud, thud, creaak

“Der please sit down”

“I can’t. I gotta figure this shit out before the school finishes for the day.” Derek grunted from his spot in the middle of the room. His head firmly stuck in the thick, dusty book that he had been pouring through for the majority of the afternoon.

“Der please, take a break.” You pleaded with him, begging him to just stop for a second and relax.

“I can’t,” Derek murmured again, before he pivoted in his heel and walked away up the staircase.

His heavy footfalls retreated upstairs, the musty book still clutched in his grasp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you willed the tears in your eyes to stay put and to not roll down your cheeks in fat drops.

Why couldn’t you be enough for him?

The next plea came around 2 hours later, when you brought a bowl of homemade pasta and garlic bread up to Derek. Hoping that just maybe it would strike up a conversation, that maybe he would utter more than two short sentences to you.

“Babe- I made you lunch.” You elbowed your way into the room, balancing the bowl and plate in your hands.

“Just leave it on the desk.” He motioned to an empty slot on the overcrowded surface.

“I just thought that maybe we could have lunch together, have some time with each-other.”

“Y/N/N’s I would- but I have so much to do. Stiles and Scott are already on my ass about the damn lizard freak in town.”

“Der, you need to take a break.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. Instead of feeling them relax you could feel his muscles tense up.

Shrugging your hands off, he pushed the fresh plate of food away, “I can’t.” He spoke simply.

“But-“ you tried to object in protest, trying to plead with the broad shouldered man in front of you- hoping that maybe, just maybe he would come to his senses.

He did not.

“I said no Y/N.” Derek ground out, “I’m busy. Please for the love of God stop bothering me.”

The words stung you, causing you to stumble back in shock. Derek had a hard exterior, everybody knew that. But he had never spoken like that to you.

He had promised on your wedding day that he would always be kind, that he would be your biggest supporter and largest source of love.

But all those words felt like lies now. You felt alone, like an empty shell of yourself. Why couldn’t you just be enough?

Hours flew by, the watch on Derek’s wrist occasionally beeping to signify the new hour. If he were being honest- he had lost track of what the time was.

The only signifier was that Stiles, Scott and the others were in his presence- meaning it was at least 4pm

And judging by the sky outside of his office window, it was late evening, as the sky itself had melted from cool blues into a fantastic array of oranges and purples.

But besides the low chatters and bickering coming from Isaac and Stiles, the house felt almost too quiet.

There was no tv hum coming from the living room, no occasional flush or running of water from the restroom, no sizzle from food coming on the oventop, no sound of a page in a book turning. Nothing. Just silence.

“Hey Derek,” He looked up to see Scott staring at him, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Well-“

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her yet today.” Isaac chimed in.

“I’m not actually too sure.”

Derek was met with a sea of blank stares.

“I’m sorry- there’s a kanima out there roaming Beacon Hills, the very same kanima that is killing more people by the day. And you don’t know where your wife is?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Are you kidding me.”

“Well I’ve been so caught up on this research that I haven’t been spending as much time with her.” Derek attempted to defend himself.

“Derek, please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your wife.”

Everybody had there eyes on him again.

“Well-“

There was an uproar of protests, all of which were yelling at Derek for ignoring and deserting his wife.

“You better find her Derek, before something happens and you regret it for the rest of your life.”

You really didn’t know how long you had been out here for. All you knew was that the night was closing in and the chill was setting in your bones.

But you didn’t want to go back to the loft, you honestly didn’t think you could handle seeing Derek after his outburst earlier.

The cold, damp ground soaked into your body- sucking all the warmth out of your body at a creeping pace.

The spot you sat in, hadn’t changed much since your first date with Derek. It was still isolated and it gave off the best views in Beacon Hills. Nobody knew about it but you and Derek.

Sighing deeply, you looked out over the viewing point- watching the tiny specks of light flicker in the distance. Every single light showed a different life that was being lived, each one with their own struggles. Beacon Hills was something else to say the least.

“I knew I could find you here.” A familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You kept silent, staring straight ahead, willing that your bottom lip wouldn’t start trembling and the flood gate wouldn’t open in your eyes.

“Look I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, still unable to look your husband in the eyes, “Are you though?” You briefly shut your eyes to stop any tears from breaking through, “or are you just saying that to get on my good side.”

You could feel Derek’s presence settle down besides your own. His breath creating little puffs of mist under the dark sky.

“I didn’t realise you were trying to help me, until it was too late and you’d left the apartment” He muttered, “It’s my fault, I should’ve taken your advice, I should’ve listened to you.”

You listened intently, knowing his words were sincere and heartfelt, “Why didn’t you listen to me then Der?” You responded bitterly.

“Because accepting help means showing weakness, and showing weakness is something I haven’t done since before the fire.” Derek’s voice was small now, “Before I met you, accepting help was off the table- I was a lone wolf, with no pack or family. And now I’ve found you and I’m desperate to not lose that again, I can’t lose you to this new threat in town- I can’t be alone again.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as your husband’s words set in. It made sense to you; why he was studying non-stop, why he had barely slept or ate.

It was apparent that while he was trying to protect his loved ones, he was also pushing them away in the process. That needed to change.

“You won’t be alone Der,” You lay your head down on his shoulder, “I promise that much- it’s you and me forever.”

“Through every supernatural event that happens in this town?”

You giggled softly, “Yes, and every single thing in between.”

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cupid (natasha x reader, smut)

Summary : Sam thinks you should have some fun, and tries to figure out which of your team mate would be your type.

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x female reader.

Words : 1,704.

TW : Smut. Masturbation, fingering, tribbing, dirty talk, public sex (kind of).

Note : Based on readers’ requests. This is my first F/F one-shot, I hope you will like it. Please let me know if you enjoyed it.

I’m open for request, just check the submit new stories button on my page. ♡

“I know. Steve.“

“I swear, Steve isn’t my type.“ You answered, tilting your head as you watched the Captain pass by, giving you a nod. “Come on. Steve is everyone’s type!“ Sam shot back, laughing at this little game. He had been teasing you and trying to guess who, from the team, could be your type of person to flirt with. Apparently, Sam decided that you needed to relax and had some fun and offered to help. You didn’t need his help. You didn’t even want to date, or flirt, or have sex. At least, most time, you didn’t.

When Natasha walked by, wearing her tight black costume, she didn’t even pay attention to you. Yet, you tilted your head, biting down on your lower lip for a single second while admiring her body — and she was gone. “No way. Natasha.“ Sam said, staring at you. You had forgotten he was by your side. “What, Natasha?“ “She’s your type!“ He wasn’t wrong, but you wouldn’t let anyone know that you were fantasizing about Natasha’s gorgeous body. “Just shut up already.“ You said as you shook your head. But it was too late. Sam stood up, following the red-haired woman in the corridor while calling her name. “Hey Nat! Come here!“ You couldn’t hear the conversation for the next seconds, only distant voices that matched Sam’s and Natasha’s. But he must have convinced her, because they walked back into the room you were sitting in, approaching you. “This better be serious, Sam. I really need to shower.“ “Ok, ok. I just have one question. Do you like Y/N?“ You frowned when you heard your name, shaking your head again. You wanted to scream at him to stop this game already, but you stayed speechless. If a stare could kill, Sam would be dead by now. “Yeah, of course. So does everyone.“ “No, I mean— do you like… like her.“ At his words, Natasha’s eyes widen and you wanted to vanish for a few hours, or a few years. The woman stepped closer, willingly checking you out from head to toe, which made you blush immediately. “If the question is ‘Would I fuck her?’, the answer is definitely yes.“ And you blushed some more as she smirked, winking at you before turning back and leaving the room again. Sam stared at you, visibly happy with the answer. “See, I’m good at this!“ He bragged while looking at you. “I have to go.“ You said as you stood up, and walked straight to your room with red cheeks. He must have thought that you were upset at him, but you weren’t. The only thing you had been thinking about was the way she looked at you, the way her eyes seemed to look at every details of your body — especially when she checked the naked skin of your legs, under your skirt. When she said she would fuck you, you swore you would have moaned out loud if Sam hadn’t been in the same room. Closing the door shut, you leaned against it and slide a hand between your legs, over your panties. You were soaked. Natasha had made you more wet than you had ever been with a man before, just by staring at you. Way too frustrated to stay this way, you decided to take care of the matter yourself, and your fingers found their way under the fabric of your underwear and against your clit, massaging it slowly. All you could think about was the way she stared at your body, the way she said she would fuck you. You thought about how rough she would be with you, how wet you would be, how hard you would cum on her fingers or her tongue. And the more you thought about her, imagining her curves without any clothes or thinking about how she’d make you moan her name, the harder your fingers were working inside your panties. “Oh, fuck!“ You moaned loudly as you arched your back, reaching a strong orgasm that made your legs tremble. You let your body rest against the door, panting, as you slowly came down from the heights of your pleasure. The times you were thinking about Natasha where always the ones with the strongest orgasms. Later that day, you were walking back to your room after a hot shower, your towel around your body, hoping you wouldn’t meet anyone in the corridor. “Hey.“ You’d recognize this voice anywhere. Turning around, you saw Natasha walking towards you. Shit. It had to be when you were so exposed. “You’re still up?“ You asked, knowing most heroes were usually asleep when you came back from the showers. “Can’t sleep. You?“ “I like to take hot showers at night.“ You said casually, shrugging. This information apparently amused your friend, who smiled at you. But it didn’t last long, and soon enough, Natasha was doing it again. Her gaze slowly dropped from your face to your naked body, only cover with this stupid towel, but you could swore she had a secret superpower that helped her see through fabrics. Her stare aroused you, and it didn’t take long for you to start getting wet, as your legs were tickling. How was it that every time you met, you wanted her a little more? “Why did Sam ask me this question, earlier?“ She asked, eyes coming back to your flushed face. “I— We were talking about… people I found attractive.“ You decided being honest was the only way to go, because Sam would probably tell her the whole truth if you didn’t. But she didn’t seem to disapprove, since her smile widen. “And you said I was attractive?“ “Yes.“ Silently, Natasha stepped closer to you, and you felt your heart racing in your chest. “He— He saw me checking you out. I always thought you were gorgeous.“ “Oh yeah? So do you like… like me?“ She asked, smirking.

You knew she was expecting the kind of answer she gave Sam when he asked this exact same question. But instead of finding your way through words, you stepped closer and closed your lips to hers. Natasha didn’t take long to kiss you back, slamming your back against the wall as her tongue found yours. She was aggressive and you found it extremely hot. You let her kiss you harder, winning small whines from you when she freed your mouth for a mere second, before attacking it again with sensual kisses. You slowly felt one of her hand slide under the towel, brushing against your skin before you felt one of her finger entering you, making you moan louder. “Oh god, you’re soaked for me.“ She groaned against your lips. Her finger was already moving in and out of you, making your back hit the wall behind you harder with each thrust. You grabbed her shoulders tightly, feeling your whole body shiver and deep into pleasure. “Oh my— fuck! We’re in public space, Nat.“ You tried to control your moan as you were getting wetter and Natasha’s finger was working in you harder. Soon enough, she let another one inside you, making your eyes roll back as you moaned again. “Someone’s going to hear. Fuck, it’s so good!“ “Everyone is asleep and you know it. Plus, you’re already so close, there is no way I’m not making you come.“ And she wasn’t lying. You were clenching around her fingers already, juice dripping on your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. She was making you reach heaven faster than anyone before. “Yes, yes! Don’t stop, I’m going to—“ You didn’t even finish your sentence, interrupted with a loud moan that Nat silenced with a sloppy kiss. You climaxed on her fingers, shaking against the wall. She didn’t even let you catch your breath, grabbing your hand to drive you to your room. She closed the door shut and took her shirt off herself, while you let go of your towel. Natasha pushed you towards the bed, and both of you settled down after taking her pants off. You were naked, she was in sport underwear, which was an extremely steamy look on her. But you wanted her— no, you needed her to be naked and fucking you again. You finished undressing her, taking time to check her curves while she smirked. “Like what you’re seeing?“ “Fuck yes.“ You whimpered, before kissing her again, deeply. Natasha knew exactly what she wanted, and after caressing your still-wet pussy for a minute, she pinned you down to the mattress and straddled you. It was the most erotic thing you had ever seen or experienced before. Placing her pussy against yours, you could feel how wet she was, too. And when she started moving against you, she moaned softly, as if she had been waiting for this forever. “Oh, right there.“ You silently hoped that she was loud during sex, because you needed to hear her moans. You weren’t disappointed — with each move, she started to moan a bit louder, mostly swearing and sometimes calling for your name. You grabbed her ass, pushing her body against yours harder as you moved your hips against her. It was heaven. Feeling bold, you gave a small slap on Natasha’s ass, which made her arch against you and cry out. “Fuck! Again, harder!“ So you did, harder, a second and a third time, and she was sliding her pussy against yours faster each time. “It’s so good! I’m going to come so hard for you!“ Her dirty words were driving you closer to the edge, and you felt this warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach again — you were so close. “Nat, I’m going to come again…“ You moaned, head falling back on the pillow behind you. “Oh god! You’re fucking me so good! I want to come with you!“ She wasn’t moaning anymore, she was screaming for release, which made you almost come immediately. In a last hope that it would help both of you climax simultaneously, you smacked her ass once more, harder, before feeling your orgasm rush through you. “Oh!“ Natasha screamed and started shaking as she grabbed the sheets, before collapsing on top of you. “Did you..?“ You asked, after you had time to catch your breath. “Hell yes, I did.“ Both of you looked at each other and laughed at the expression of bliss on each other’s face, before you pulled her closer into your arm, letting her rest against you for the rest of the night.

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