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petrapalerno · 3 months

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #7

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.

MASTER POST

You and Drohako have gotten into something close to a routine over the past few weeks.

When you wake, he stuffs you full of weird alien food. There must not be a polite way to decline a meal for the Volkroth because anytime you've wrinkled your nose or pushed a bite away, he refuses to accept no for an answer.

He wants you stuffed in more ways than one.

Once you finish eating, Drohako fucks and uses for hours. You can’t even keep track of how many times you’ve had to use your safe word for overstimulation alone.

The big purple alien barbarian, to his credit, listens even though he made a sour face at your refusals.

Then, once you’re spent and slick with seed, he carries you into the healing spring. The planet’s blood, as he calls it, and tends to your wounds.

There’s this dichotomy inside of him. The brute who wants nothing more than to rut you raw, and the mate who needs to make sure you’re alright.

It makes each side of your encounters all that more intense, to know that he’s capable of both.

You chew the rough textured meat, turning your head only catching him staring at you.

“Do I have something on my face?” you joke, wanting to break the tension.

“No,” he mumbles.

There’s a terse few moments where his eyes stay locked on you, something you can’t read behind his eyes.

It’s cut short when Grasyi whines, ready to be let out to hunt.

Despite its terrifying appearance, the big yellow cat has grown on you. You often wake up to him dropping some giant half dead bird at your feet. The act isn’t one you particularly enjoy, but you understand the sentiment.

“Good boy,” you wince as you kick the headless turkey sized thing off your feet.

It sits back on its muscular haunches, and pants. The feline face contorts to something almost like a smile. If a smile could be so...toothy.

“A small one today, eh?” He eyes the carcass that is anything but small to you.

Drohako loves the beast for as much as he complains about it. You witnessed some of his deep and guarded gentleness when you watched him tend to the creature’s injured paw. With careful extraction, he removed the large thorn that caused it to limp, with little reaction.

When the creature nuzzled Drohako’s face, you were in damn near shock to see him smile.

It's not a smirk or a cunning smile, but a smile filled with warmth. A smile of affection.

He walks over to the creature with a sigh and holds the flap to ‘home cave’ open.

With one firm slap of its muscular rump, he sends it off into the brutal red world that is this planet.

You take another bite of the massive bird. Drohako roasted it over a skewer earlier today, yet another of the Grasyi’s fresh kills.

“He cares for you, you know,” he tells me before sitting down next to me.

“I suppose.” I’m preoccupied with chewing through the gristle heavy meat. While I have no complaints about the alien dick here, the food leaves much to be desired.

“Think he’d ever let me ride him?” I ponder, remembering the few times I’ve seen Drohako ride him to fetch water or supplies.

“The bond between a Grasyi and rider is a spirtual one, I don’t think it’s possible,” he frowns at your request.

“Even though I’m your ‘mate’?” You ask, wiggling your fingers in the air as if the word mate is magic.

The corner of his mouth ticks up in amusement.

“That, I’m unsure of. The last volkroth mated pair was long before I was even born,” He says, a bit more wistfully than I expect.

“What happened to them, the mates?”

“The female Volkroth?” He muses. “They died out, we adapted. We’re lucky our young gestate outside a womb, otherwise my species would be doomed.”

“So you’re telling me that every Volkroth female just…died?” I’m so confused about how that would even be possible.

“Yes, fewer and fewer females were born until there were none left. Then the males whose seed refused to take in other species lines died too,” He tells me quietly, trying to look unaffected by information he’s conveying. “The spawning pits were a necessity, to breed females, and to introduce genetic diversity. It’s the only way we could continue the volkroth way of life.”

“And you mated me, some human from a space station that’s a glorified hunk of space junk?”

I’m flabbergasted. What would make me so special?

“You’re the first human I’ve ever seen in the pits,” his voice deepens as he puts his huge square hand on your thigh. The muscles of your body instantly stiffen, the anticipation of what’s coming quickly heating your core to liquid magma.

“I think I knew what you were when I saw you in the dirt, eyes wide and wet,” he whispers, leaning closer to you.

"Knew what?" You ask, almost salivating with anticipation. He has your body trained to crave his touch.

“That you were different, you were a worthy opponent...you were mine,” he growls, clasping the column of your throat.

Your eyes roll back as he squeezes the sides of your neck. He pulls you forward against the fur hides you sit on. His body swivels over your own and suddenly your face down. His thick limbs are caging you in.

There’s a flame lit shadow spreading out on the floor in front of you. Drohako’s a silhouette is one of pure power. It gives the illusion of some ripped shadow demon dancing with the crackling fire.

“Mine to do with as I please, to fill every hole as I wish too,” you hear a squelching noise as he speaks, then something slick and warm being slathered in the cleft of your ass.

“Drohako...” you warn, “I’ve never put something there before, let alone something as big as you,” you’re nervous at the thought of him fucking your ass with his monster cock.

“You have your safe word,” he mutters as he works the tip of his finger past your tight ring.

“Oh okay,” you breathe, adjusting to the new nerve sensations that he’s found.

“I don’t want to put both my cocks inside your tight hole,” he growls, "just one, so I save the other for your sweet cunt." He acts like it’s no big deal. But just one of his cocks is still the most massive thing you’ve ever had inside of you.

“Fuck Drohako,” you press your hips back, and he slides further inside, the muscles of your ass resist as he breeches it deeper.

“I want to stuff you full,” he says, adding a second finger slowly inside your backdoor. His other hand finds your clit, stroking it with long, firm strokes. The pleasure he creates at the apex of your legs has things feeling more relaxed around back. You breathe deep, willing your body to accept the fingers he’s feeding into you.

It feels...better than you thought it would. It’s an entirely unfamiliar sensation than when he fucks your pussy, but not a bad one. The sensations grow more pleasurable with each passing second.

“I’ll stretch this taut bud until it’s good and ready for my cock. It’ll fit,” he says confidently. “You’re made for me, you’re my mate,” He tells you before pumping his hand more roughly. Spreading his fingers wide, stretching you further before a third finger works past your subconscious resistance.

There’s a burn, but you like it.

Drohako raises your ass up and notches his shaft at your pussy’s entrance.

He is not gentle with this familiar hole, and you don’t think you’d want him to be. He slams deep, grunting with the effort it takes to keep his other cock from entering the promised land as well.

You claw at the dirt as the combination of his fingers on you clit, inside your ass, and his thick manhood buried deep in your pussy is fucking decadent.

He throbs inside you and your channel clenches.

“I will not go slowly. I need to fill you completely,” he groans with about as much warning as you’re liable to get from him.

You are unprepared for the feeling of him stuffing your ass. He has you arching your back like a cat at the burning stretch of his cock. A reflexive hiss leaving your lips.

Drohako, savoring the tightness of you around him, stills his hips as he rakes his hands down the skin of your back.

“Made for me,” he growls as he withdraws both cocks nearly completely before slamming himself home again, all while furiously working your clit.

As he fills you, the air leaves your chest in one big hiss.

“Drohako,” you sob, unable to parse the current of sensation that’s running through you.

Deeply, he dives back in. You can feel the dual friction of both sides of the thin strip of flesh that separates your channels. Having his cock pounding into your ass makes the shaft in your pussy grind against your g-spot. The impact has you curling your toes.

“So tight, so perfect. Choke my cocks,” his voice huffs ruthlessly.

You’re being fucked into a gasping silence as your face is pushed against the ground. Your nerves fire at all once, the intensity of which is almost too much.

You’re clenching your ass tightly as you feel the thrum of approaching oblivion.

The slap of his heavy balls against your cheeks as he picks up his pace.

You feel yourself draw up tightly, and with a final flick of your clit you come apart into a seizing storm of pleasure.

“Fuck!” Drohako growls, releasing your clit only to grab you by the hips. He lifts you off the ground as he bounces you on his cocks, one hand pressing hard on the small of your belly while he uses the other to grab you by the throat.

“Do it,” you choke out, “empty yourself into me,” you’re sobbing, his pounding pushing your orgasm further. The edges of your senses fuzz and blur.

You feel the cock in your ass fire first, pumping thick loads into the uncharted territory. The throbbing shaft in your pussy is quick to follow, and the staggered sensation of both dicks exploding inside you is enough to push you over the edge again.

You shake, as he places you face down on the ground again. His cocks futilely search for each other. They seek to knot like they do in your pussy, but their division just lets them probe deeper. They hit new pleasure centers you’ve never imagined before.

There’s a suction as both of his shafts leave you. Your ass gapes, and both holes drip with hot cum as he does.

“Good girl,” he tells you, stuffing a thick knuckle at the entrance of your pussy.

You’re a mewling, wiggling. Words lost to some snapping pleasure.

“So good for me, so tight and greedy for my cocks,” he coos, laying it on thicker than normal.

He’s softer when he needs to be, you remind yourself. Gentle even, for a barbarian.

You don’t hate it.

He gathers you up, slipping both your bodies into the warm planet’s blood. You’re not even sure you need it, despite the new experience today.

Drohako made sure your ass could take him. He took his time. But as the warm waters wash over, you don’t mind the comfort they provide.

He cradles your body as you let your eyes close, trying to ride the wave of endorphins as long as possible.

BEEP.

You snap your eyes open. The digital noise is distinctly out of place in this primitive setting.

“What was that?” You look up to Drohako’s forlorn face. His hand cups your cheek, a finger straying to trace your ear.

“You’re pregnant, you’ll be retrieved to go to the nesting grounds soon,” his eyes shimmered with some unspoken pain.

You raise your hand up, feeling the metal cuff. It was punched into your cartilage before your arrival. A safety measure, they said.

You forgot about the tracking device.

BEEP.

It sounds again, shrill and sharp. An orange light flashes from it, casting a sickly glow on the purple face above you.

“Do we go now?” you ask him, your expression dazed.

“They will come for you,” he says, his voice cracking.

“I...We knew this time would come,” you say, nervous about the next step in your journey.

“They will not take you from me,” he growls, gripping you even tighter.

“Drohako,” you pry at his hand as his nails bite into your skin, “calm down. I’ll be back,” you tell him, cupping a hand to his cheek.

“You will not, they will ship you to a different spawning pit in the name of genetic diversity,” the barbarian’s breathing is becoming frantic."I will kill anyone who dares to take you from me," He drags us from the pool quickly, grabbing one of the many blades stashed through the cave.

“Come and you shall meet death!” he screams toward the entrance.

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abyssruler · 2 years

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amor vincit mortem

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

summary: there’s a fragility to each moment spent with you, finite and fleeting as all mortal lives are. but you always find your way back to him, even when you return missing fragments of yourself. he has loved you ever since he was naught but a mere hatchling you’d dug from the earth, and he will continue to do so through war and peace and retirement. (reincarnation au)

note: writing for one of my favorite tropes again, zhongli my beloved i will always give u happy endings, might be a bit inaccurate in some lore and timeline aspects but i tried my best to stick close, multiple character death/s (reader), depictions of blood and death

word count: 4.1k

“Hello again.”

Morax—back in the days when he was just a little dragon incapable of much thought, back when the name Morax hadn’t even been granted to him—nuzzled his little snout against your hand.

You smoothed your fingers over his soft scales, an indication of youth in dragons, and smiled as he melted at the simple affection.

There had been a softness to that moment, a memory untouched by the grimness of war, in a time when peace reigned and the three sisters ruled over the skies, not a floating celestial castle to be seen.

He remembers your voice and your touch, the way your eyes brightened when you smiled and the way the corners of your mouth quirked when telling a story. He didn’t know your name then, only that you were a local in the nearby village who once unburied a small dragon from the earth as a child and had taken care of it since.

That dragon was, of course, him.

✧

“Here for another meal, little dragon?”

You brought a small piece of meat to his snout, cooing when he took it from your fingers and delicately chewed on the meat.

He doesn’t remember what it tasted, only that it had a soft, chewy texture that made it easier to eat for his soft teeth that were still in the process of hardening as he aged.

A hand ran over the scales on his head.

“You’ll need a name, won’t you? Something to be remembered for all ages.” The sun had hit his eyes then, making him incapable of seeing what kind of expression you’d had. “I just know my little dragon will grow to be a fearsome one.”

✧

“Morax!” You laughed, running as the dragon that was now at the same height as your hips chased you across the clearing. “I told you, no more meat or else you’ll become overweight!”

It wasn’t about the meat, he remembers, it was how you always seemed to shine brightest when you were running about without a care for the world around you. He’d only wanted to keep that smile on your face.

You leaned on your knees, gasping for breath, and still, you shone as radiant as the sun to his eyes.

✧

You struggled with carting a box full of all sorts of fruit and cooked meat. He used his hardened snout to help you push the cart near the entrance of the cave he usually dwelled in.

“Thank you.” You softly patted the scales beneath his chin. “I’m not as young and spritely as I used to be.”

He huffed an indignant snort as if to disagree with you. A soft exhale left your mouth, fondness evident in the quirk of your lips.

“You understand me, don’t you? You always have, my smart little dragon.”

✧

He sat beside you, quiet and solemn as you hummed a tune beneath your breath.

“Morax,” you started, something different in the inflection of your voice. It never returned back to its normal cadence after you caught an illness that had lasted a year and nearly took your life. “I’m not long for this world—”

He shifted in protest, a snarl in his throat that you wave away with a wrinkled hand.

“Don’t be so upset,” you soothed, “It’s simply the way of life.”

You ran a hand through the underside of his chin, feeling the hardened scales that will continue to grow stronger until it can withstand the force of steel—or a meteor.

“You’ll live for a long, long time, and by the time you reach your prime, I will be nothing but a distant memory to you.”

He remembers disagreeing but never outright conveying it to you. He had thought you understood what his silence meant. If only he’d been able to speak back then, he would have spent hours upon hours telling you how much you meant to the little dragon you had dug up from the earth.

✧

You laid down for a nap beside him, still managing to look at him with those bright eyes of yours amidst a face weathered by time.

“My little Morax, you’re as big as a house now, aren’t you?” You had softly pet the side of his head as he curled around you. “Wake me up when the sun rises, okay? I want to hand feed you meat like I used to...”

He closed his eyes and let dreams sweep him away once he felt you fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning, he would awake to the sun casting light over him and the stillness by his side.

You never woke up again.

✧

He took to guarding your small village from petty thieves and the occasional mercenaries sent by neighboring villages. It’s what you would’ve wanted, he thought then. You had no family, but the elders and the children and the workers you’d made friends with were dear to you, and so, they were dear to him as well.

Word spread of a village being granted the protection of a mighty dragon. More people came asking for shelter and to settle in, he never showed protest to it.

Years passed, the village grew, and he continued to wonder what it would have been like to watch over these people with you by his side.

He remembers days spent lounging in the clearing he buried your body in, an era where peace still reigned and rest was not yet a luxury he couldn’t afford.

✧

You appeared on the second century after your passing, wide-eyed and mouth parted in awe as you stared at the large town that used to be your homely little village.

“Morax?”

He had thought it a dream then, a mirage his mind consumed. There was simply no fathomable way you were here in the flesh, alive and whole and young—so much younger than he remembered you being.

But your eyes were still the same, still as bright and resplendent as the sun. You were here. You were real.

He doesn’t know how he ever managed not to squish you beneath his weight back when he’d been young and excited with less restraint to his actions. It is a memory he remembers fondly, stored tightly within his chest, a moment of peace amidst the war looming on the horizon.

It was a comical sight, a human holding their arms out to their side yet still not managing to encompass the entirety of a dragon’s snout. He used to fit so snugly at the palm of your hand.

“Look how big you’ve grown.” You press your lips to a single scale, already as large as your head. “I have missed you, old friend.”

✧

It was a worry that niggled at the back of his head amidst questions of how you came back and why you remember him.

Morax, for all his years alive that would seem many to mortals, was still but a young dragon then. Even when he was roughly the size of five houses.

He didn’t want to see you grow old, to watch as time eroded your spirit and left nothing but a husk of what you once were. The thought of having to relive those days when you could barely stand up to meet him at the clearing outside your village made him want to curl up and burrow deep into the earth.

He didn’t want to sleep beside you only to awake to the sight of your chest still and your breaths nonexistent.

He didn’t want to watch you die again.

✧

The choice was taken out of his hands when he returned to his town—your town, just as much as it is his—and found it burning.

“There’s a nearby village that needs your help. Go, Morax, lend your hand to those who need it,” you had told him as you caressed his scales, and he had obeyed, because while the elders and the people come to him with their pleas and their wishes, he will only ever answer to you.

It had been a trick to place his attention away from your town.

He learned what anger meant that day, learned what it felt to crush a house beneath his claws and how to move the earth to his will and what it meant to take a life.

He was young and furious and mourning. It is a dark memory he doesn’t like to dwell on, full of pain and regret and the vicious sense of satisfaction that came with killing. It was the first time he had ever shed blood. It wouldn’t be the last.

As he watched the village be buried beneath the earth and the stone he’d called upon, he turned his back and made the long trek back to a home that was now nothing but ash and dust.

And as he rooted through the rubble in the vain hope of finding your body to bury, Morax learned what it meant to be an unwilling participant in a war.

✧

It was as if fate was paying back the abundance of time you’d spent with him in your first life with short moments that were always cut too soon.

In your third life, you found him sleeping on the remains of what was once your town. You had wept and embraced him as much as you could, and he, in turn, tried to convey how much he had missed you.

The two of you traveled together for a while, and that life was where you rode on his back for the first time as he soared the skies.

“They’re like your eyes,” you once said, holding onto his scales as he flew above the clouds, the light of the setting sun casting the two of you in molten gold, “Golden. It’s been my favorite color ever since I first saw you open your eyes. They always shine so bright.”

You died that same day, having encountered a vengeful deity after he set foot on the ground. He had won that fight, but he wasn’t able to protect you.

✧

It was in a battlefield that he saw you again.

He remembers how the small deity’s blood had felt upon his tongue, dripping down sharp teeth and soaking the battle happening in the ground below with blood. It had been sunny then, he remembers, when he descended from the skies in triumph and looked down the masses gazing at him with fear.

And then there was you.

Blood and dirt and other unnamable things clung to you like a second skin as you clumsily held a spear close to your chest, but you had beamed at the sight of him and yelled out his name.

“Morax!”

It was short-lived.

It had been a stray arrow, they would later plead with tears and mud streaking through their terror-filled faces. But all he cared about at that time was that one moment you dropped your spear to run to him, and the next you were falling to the ground, an arrow lodged right where your heart lay.

He left that field bloodied with corpses, your body strewn on his back as he flew to the clearing in your first life. There, he buried you beside your other incarnations.

✧

“I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.”

You leaned against the bulk of his frame, burrowed in a cliffside to wait out the fight between two gods happening on the other side of the lake.

✧

“That was never there before,” you said, squinting at the castle in the sky as you laid on his back.

He rumbled his agreement.

You sighed, hearing the war going on below and wondering when it was all going to end.

“The stars don’t shine as bright as they used to.”

✧

“Are you alright?!” You yelled as you frantically helped the woman—a deity—up from the ground.

Morax’s thundering roars echoed in the air as he summoned pillars from the earth and shattered the feeble ice that the opposing god put up.

The woman stared at you with wide eyes, noticing how labored your breathing was but otherwise looking unbothered by the fight happening in front of you.

“Are you not worried…?” She asked, her voice sounding as delicate as she looked.

You turned to her with a grin you’d hoped was encouraging. “There’s nothing to fear, Morax is strong!” Then, you offered her your hand. “Here, you can hold my hand if you’re afraid.”

She accepted it, feeling the tremors in her fingers calm at the warmth emanating from your palm.

“Guizhong,” she suddenly said, looking up at you, her heart racing. “Forgive my rudeness but… my name is Guizhong.”

You smiled, as bright and lovely as Morax would have described had he been there to see it. “Allow us to lend you and your people a hand, Guizhong!”

And for the first time since the war began, she felt hope blossom in her chest.

✧

“Which life is this now?” Guizhong asked him.

“Nineteenth,” he answered, more of a growl that resembled a word. Morax, in his newly obtained form, was still not used to the ways of mortals, namely, the fact that he can now speak his thoughts out loud.

You were conversing with Cloud Retainer, something regarding a weapon that could be used to help the war. The mechanics were lost to him. For all that he could now be considered a deity, for all that the people have started calling him Rex Lapis, he was still so oblivious to the ways of the world.

Guizhong placed a hand on his shoulder, a reassuring smile on her deceptively gentle face. On that day, she promised to help him protect you.

And that life was one of the few where he got to watch you grow old.

✧

“You don’t know how to read?” Guizhong asked you, surprise coloring her face.

You sheepishly laughed, “I’ve never been taught in all the lives I’ve lived. And most of my time with Morax was spent fighting and running from the war.”

You looked down your hands, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin of them. Young and unscarred. There had been a large gash that ran across your back in your previous life, and when the night got too cold and you were left alone with your thoughts, you felt the ache of thousands upon thousands of wounds you’d collected throughout your lives.

A dainty hand covered your own. You looked up to see Guizhong watching you with a fond smile.

“Let me teach you, then.”

✧

Guizhong always invited you to sing to the glaze lilies scattered around the Assembly. She claimed your voice was like a melody that soothed the flowers to bloom.

In truth, she only wanted to hear you sing.

✧

“No, that’s not how you hold chopsticks, Morax!” You laughed, taking hold of his hand and rearranging the chopsticks haphazardly held in his fingers. “There, much better.”

His fingers remained clumsy, unused to such sensations, but you promised him that he’ll get used to it in no time.

✧

You slowly guided him through each step, gently correcting a mistake in his footwork and adjusting the spear in his hand when needed.

Morax was a fast learner.

Soon, he would develop his own way of wielding the spear, but for now, you coached him through the right techniques and laughed whenever he dropped the spear in a spin.

✧

“The moon,” he suddenly said, looking at you with wide, earnest eyes.

“Yes, what about it?”

He seemed to struggle with finding the right words to convey what he wanted to say. You patiently sat and waited for him to gather himself.

“It’s beautiful tonight.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Isn’t it?”

You tilted your head to the sky, a nostalgic smile on your lips, lost in memories of days spent lazing about in that old clearing and staring at the starry sky. “It is.”

His hand felt warm around yours.

✧

“I don’t want to die anymore.”

He held you as your blood seeped from your clothes and painted the grass a dark shade of red. It was a slow process, bleeding out, to wait for your blood to drain until your heart stopped beating and your eyes lost the light in them.

“Morax.”

You were crying, clutching your side where a god had pierced their blade clean through. You were dying so slowly, yet there was no time to get a healer.

“Please.”

Your eyes begged for an end to this pain.

His tears fell and mixed with your blood.

On your twenty-ninth life, he cradled your head to his chest and wept as he gave you a quick, painless death.

✧

When he saw you again, he held you until the sun disappeared and his arms felt numb before reluctantly pulling away.

You held his face between the palm of your hands and kissed his forehead, your eyes red and smile brittle at the edges.

“I’ve missed you,” was all you said before you leaned close.

Your lips felt impossibly soft against his.

✧

“Morax,” you whispered against his skin, on your thirty-first life when he finally found the courage to show you what being loved by him meant. “I love you.”

It was the first time you spoke those words to him.

It wouldn’t be the last.

He kept you awake all night, ignoring the war happening around him and pretending, just for a moment, that the world only consisted of you and him.

✧

During your forty-second life, an anomaly happened.

He and the rest of the adepti were unable to gauge how it happened. Guizhong, for all her smarts, was not able to discern the reason for it either.

And then there was no time to ponder upon it anymore, because Osial attacks the Guili Assembly, and not only does he lose you, he also loses a friend.

Her last words to him consisted of a riddle and a memento in the form of a lock. “I never stopped searching for a reason. I think… this may be it.”

And in her eyes, he saw a confession — she had loved you too.

Thousands of years later and he is still no closer to opening it, and thus, no closer to figuring out what caused the loss of your memories.

✧

On some lives, you remember, eyes lighting up with recognition as you abandoned everything you’d been doing to run into his arms.

“Morax,” you would whisper as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

On some lives, you would pass by him with blank eyes, the same lilt to your voice but without the fondness that came with it.

“Hello again,” he’d say.

You would smile awkwardly. “Hello?”

And he would mourn you all over again.

✧

“He’s suffered enough, hasn’t he?”

Your words were enough to still Morax’s spear.

You knelt in front of the young-looking deity, offering your palm to him. “We will not shackle you, and neither will we force you to serve.”

His eyes were wary, yet so incredibly full of disbelief and hidden hope.

You gave him a smile you hoped was as gentle as it seemed.

Rough, battle-hardened hands clasped onto yours like a salvation.

“Please,” he whispered, something so undeniably broken in his tone as looked up at you the same way one might look up at the stars.

Later on, Morax would name that young deity Xiao.

✧

There were tales and poems written about you. Rex Lapis and his undying lover.

It was widely romanticized and highly inaccurate. For one, he didn’t meet you in your first life as a large and intimidating dragon. He was naught but a hatchling you used to feed fruits and meat with a childish laugh. The two of you had grown up together, but where you had grown old, he remained young, a dragon who hadn’t even reached a fourth of his lifespan.

You always laughed as you read to him some of the more outlandish ones, in those lives where you remembered enough to love him as deeply as you used to.

“‘And they fornicated upon the moonlit night, a dragon and a mortal—’ I’m sorry, I can’t take this seriously.” You burst into a fit of giggles, leaning against him on your shared bed as the book you’d been holding fell to the side, forgotten.

“Shall I have a word with the authors of such books?”

“No, no!” You were quick to refuse, placing both palms on his cheeks and grinning. “They’re amusing to read. Perhaps I should commission a play, that would be so entertaining…”

He gazed at you fondly, cherishing each precious, limited time the two of you have.

✧

When he ascended the throne of Celestia, you were the first person to greet him upon returning to Liyue.

There was a nervous edge to your smile, but still, it came as naturally as breathing to you. You often questioned it, how everything just seemed to come easily for you.

“I think I know you,” you once told him a week after you met in this life, “I just can’t remember where.”

And you would always come across the numerous retellings of your lives, hands shaking and so full of regret and grief for a life you could never quite recall.

You never failed to apologize to him after.

I’m sorry I forgot.

I’m sorry I can’t remember.

I’m sorry I don’t love you.

✧

It became increasingly frequent with each century that passed. Only one incarnation of you every six lives remembered your past.

He made you love him in each one. Even if he had to start from the bottom, even when you looked at him without a spark of familiarity, even when it hurt—he never failed to capture your heart again and again.

✧

The Cataclysm happened in a lifetime where you remembered.

Morax, to this day, wishes it hadn’t been the case. Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have insisted on fighting alongside him.

Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have died so early.

Your body was left beneath the rubble and ruins of Khaenri’ah’s Royal Palace. The only thing that stopped him from upturning it to search for you was the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.

✧

In the twentieth year after the destruction of Khaenri’ah, he made a contract with a golden haired traveler who carried the aura of the stars.

Five years after the contract was signed, your body was returned to Liyue in a casket covered with Inteyvat flowers.

✧

He remembers waiting, and waiting, and waiting a little more until he looked up and realized that four hundred years had passed without you.

He searched each nation, visiting village upon village, hoping to hear news of you or a past life of yours having lived there, but there was nothing.

It was as if you had simply ceased to exist.

He refused to believe it.

✧

Mountain Shaper advised him to rest.

It was strange to walk the streets of Liyue again after a hundred years of absence. He never failed to appear during the Rite of Descension, but taking on his draconic form and parading as a mortal man were two different things. And the latter, he found in all the years he’d been ruling Liyue, was much more preferable than the former.

Conversations flowed around him, and he wondered what you would have been doing had you been here with him.

He stared into the Harbor, smiling as he remembered your quiet musings during the early days of the Archon War.

I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.

Settle.

It was a wishful thought, but…

He turned on his heel, mind made up.

If he couldn’t look for you, then he would have to wait for you to come to him. In the meantime, he would arrange the finest house for you to live in peace after five hundred years of being apart and a lifetime of war and bloodshed.

✧

Morax—Zhongli sits at a table at Third-Round Knockout, leisurely sipping tea as he listens to the story teller regale the tragic tale of your second life. A little inaccurate, on a few accounts, but for the most part, it was as he remembers it.

The tea tastes exceptionally sweet today. A good omen, perhaps.

He feels the vibrations from the ground, telling of a person approaching him from behind. He lets whoever it is get close, unable to detect any malicious intent.

“That’s completely false. I, for one, never ‘wept in delight as I was reunited with my dragon lover’.”

He nearly drops his tea in shock.

He turns his head to the right, his heart in his throat as he hopes and begs that his ears did not deceive him. He sucks in a breath—

And meets the loveliest pair of eyes gazing down at him with mirth.

You smile.

“Hello again.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #morax x reader #gn reader #did any of u notice the tense changing from past to present once we got to the canon timeline hehe

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oneshotnewbie · 8 months

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Would you be okay with writing a Maya x Carina x daughter!reader?

Maybe a sick fic or some comfort

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The first thing you felt was pain as unbearable as a thousand jackhammers smashing in your skull from the inside and pinning you to the ground. You could not even open your eyes, your lids heavy. Your mouth was dry, even after several liters of tea you had already consumed for your sore throat that felt like the desert and its sharply cutting sand. Your limbs completely cramped and heavy.

A cold breeze blew around your stomach, only a light wool blanket draped over your body to keep you warm and protected. But with every movement you tried to take, the coldness inside increased and made you shiver violently. You felt weak and feverish. "Honey, you gotta take this" a soft voice whispered and you slowly opened your eyes and blinked in confusion to adjust to the unusually bright and diffused light.

Your mother, Maya, was kneeling on a piece of crumpled bedspread on the floor, looking worriedly at your pale face before placing her hand on your forehead to feel the temperature while smiling sympathetically. Slowly and carefully not to inflict yourself even more pain, you peeked at her hand. In it, she held a small bottle that should bring you relief, the label with various herbs telling you that it had to be medication. "This will help bring down your fever."

You rolled your eyes suspiciously, not caring about the accompanying pain for a brief second. It was the most disgusting drug you have ever had to take in your life and your mothers knew full well that you hated it. However, it was the only thing that always helped you get back on your feet and get fit. "Ew, I do not want that."

"Eppure lo prenderai, bella." (And yet you have to take it) said the gynecologist who had appeared behind you and strolled across the entire living room to open the window and ventilate the room. She returned with a tray containing a freshly set teapot, a new cup and a plate of rusks. Carina carefully poured a cup of steaming chamomile tea and placed it on the table next to the couch before taking a rusk in her hands and breaking it into small pieces so that you could eat it more easily.

You pushed your head softly back into the pillow and pressed your back against the edge of the couch. Quickly, you grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your head. You heard a giggling from your side and within a few seconds, it was gently pulled back down. Two loving pairs of eyes met your flushed face. "I do not want to take this, it tastes disgusting."

Maya and Carina looked at you intently. The brunette gently strokes your tousled hair and whispers soothing words while the blonde already dripped the brown liquid onto a tablespoon. Frowning, you looked between both of them with puppy eyes, but even they no longer attracted them. The firefighter extended her arm and placed the edge of the spoon against your lip, waiting for you to accept it.

You knew it was high time to take the medication before they would take you to the hospital. Besides, you were lucky that your throat was so sore you could barely taste the bitterness. Still, you struggled with the slimy texture and wrinkled your nose as a defensive stance. Panting, you flop back onto the sofa. "Throat lozenges would have worked too,"

"No they would not," both chuckled. Maya rose from her position and bent down to kiss you gently on the forehead. With quick steps she hurried away to let the used cutlery disappear into the sink while Carina helped you eat the rusks while smiling lovingly at you. She quietly told you a story about her childhood in Italy with her little brother to make you forget the fever and the pain.

Without further ado, she carefully picked up your legs and dropped down next to you, your legs now resting on her lap. "Would you like me to warm you some soup?" the blonde called questioningly from the open kitchen, waiting for your answer. But the answer did not come, instead you grimaced sharply and hastily shook your head."I think your daughter is saying no,"

"It is your daughter too, Carina."

"Yes, but she definitely inherited the stubbornness from you," exhausted, you snuggled deeper into the blanket and tried to make the slightly bizarre taste in your mouth disappear. Tiredness, which you had so wonderfully repressed until now, slowly returned to your body. You tried desperately to shake it off but not a shred was averted. "Are you cold, mi amore?"

You nodded and the brunette felt you tremble under her touch. "I am freezing." She was worried, you had already been couch-locked for two days, the flu ravaging you and sapping your energy without any progress towards improvement. "Maya, can you bring another blanket. Please?"

"It is already on the way," the woman addressed made her way straight to the bedroom, occasionally taking a look into the living room. Your eyes fluctuated between half open and closed and if she was lucky, she would be able to spend a short time with you before you would fall into a deep, sound sleep once again. "And a hot water bottle?"

You had been in and out of sleep for days, barely awake for a few hours before your body shut down completely once again. On the one hand this was good, your body trying to beat this miserable disease. On the other hand, you had hardly eaten anything or moved from your place for days.

The headache slowly subsided, just as your cramped limbs became looser. For a few minutes you listened to the streams of sounds spreading through the apartment as you lost your thoughts. You kept feeling like you were on the verge of falling asleep until you opened your eyes again.

Eventually you gave up and totally surrendered to the feeling.

Just then, the firefighter came back into the center of the apartment and looked at her sleeping daughter. "Oh, she fell asleep?" she murmured and carefully draped the second blanket over you. She carefully placed the hot water bottle under the blanket and found its place on your stomach. The brunette raised an eyebrow and hesitated with her answer before she leaned forward and looked into your sleeping face. "Yes, the medication always makes her quite sleepy."

Smiling and silent, she sat down on the other sofa element and gently placed a hand on your head. She carefully stroked your hair and looked at the screen of the television, on which she concentrated on until you woke up once more. Maya had no intention of leaving your side.

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thoughtsfromlayla · 1 month

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Destined Dreams of Love: Prologue

Summary: As no stranger to arranged marriages, your parents excitedly marry you off to the king at his request. He is contradictory, cold yet caring, strict yet liberating, it's all too much! He could never love another for reasons you do not understand either, didn't he just meet you? Perhaps in time, you can learn to love him, too.

Warnings: ~1.3k words. Arranged marriage trope, slow burn, alternate universe, eventual smut, miscommunication, general palace drama, no i don't know the rules of royalty, ANGST (It's my specialty)

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Everything was too much.

Too much fuss, too much noise, too many smells, too many textures. Your mother stands beside you as she fluffs the veil one last time and smoothes your silken dress. The corset you wore was bone-crushing, making the already anxiety-ridden day even harder to breathe. With sweaty, shaking palms, you grab the bouquet of flowers, gripping onto the fragile stems tightly as your only saving grace.

Your mother moves the veil over your face a few moments before the large doors open. She cups at your face through the see through fabric and looks at you with teary eyes.

“Oh, my own daughter. Married off to the king at his request,” She gushes with love. “Now, make sure you make him happy, bring honor to our family.” Her last bit of wisdom falls from her lips.

You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes at her words. You’re no stranger to arranged marriages, it’s quite the normal in the higher social circles that you find yourself in. Your birth was that of an arranged marriage, after all. You are, however, a stranger to King Morpheus.

That is to say, you have seen his portrait several times, and you would be lying if you were to say he is not of good breeding. He always eluded a sense of authority, even through the layers of paint. Perhaps it was the way he held his head, or his posture, or how lean and muscular shoulders meet slim waists. But then you’d be rambling - and a proper lady does not ramble, you can even hear your mother’s voice echoing the words.

The music swells in muted harmony on the other side of the heavy doors and you hear the gregarious sound of people standing from the pews as the door slowly opens. Your mother leaves you side and it would be the last time you will feel her comforting arms around you. It takes everything in your willpower to not turn around and beg her to reconsider. But who would defy a king?

Your father stands on the other side of the doors and you walk a few paces to meet his awaiting arm. His face is as stern as always, only more groomed than normal. The crow feet and smile wrinkles are few, but some are discernable to you as you look at him one last time. You can recount each memory those wrinkles came from, few from joy. Perhaps today you will make him proud. To throw away your own dreams and desires for your family.

He leads forward, your hand slotted to his arm, and your heart pounds louder than the choir. Each step you take, the closer you are to your future, to your soon to be husband. Each step another wish gets left behind in the vibrate but dying petals of fresh flowers. You will never know the warmth of your own bed again, nor the hearth that burns proudly in the drawing room where you like - liked - to spend your time, no more familiar faces to bother you. Your fingers will never dance across the same pianoforte’s glass keys, and they will never caress the old books in the library that talk about love.

Your father lets go of your arm and you stand on wobbling legs to stare through thin fabric at the new outstretched hand. Pale skin is hidden by midnight black sleeves, trimmed with gold and flames. He wears a formal suit, an equally dark cape draped behind him that pools along the stairs like the night sky fell to the Earth at his feet. Your gloved hand takes his as he helps you up the last few steps. The choir stops, and it is just you and your heart against the world. You take a look at him, and the last of your breath is taken away.

He’s somehow even more handsome in person, his portraits certainly didn’t lie about his facial structure. In fact, you believe his jawline to be stronger than the paintings. His eyes stare at yours through your veil, an enchanting mercury blue. Cold, but you think if you were to dig far enough, you would find warmth instead.

A cough from the priest brings you back to the present and you jump slightly in your skin. His thumb runs a soothing finger over the back of your hand, but it somehow does the opposite. It makes him real, it makes the situation real.

“Distinguished guests, esteemed family members, and honored participants, we gather here today to witness and solemnize the union between His Majesty, King Morpheus, and Lady (Y/N). In the tradition of arranged marriages, this ceremony represents the merging of two families…” The priest’s voice fades into a muddle, the monotone reading of the speech out of an old dusty book ornate with gold and jewels.

You find your eyes wandering to anything you could see without moving. Yet they always returned to those cold mercury blue eyes. You knew nothing about this man, even the news articles the school boy brings every week never spoke of anything specific about the king. He wasn’t known to be the closest to his subjects, only ruling them from a six foot long pole. Would he be the same behind closed doors? Only calling you when he demands it? Or will he be something else, something different?

All questions to be answered in due time, for sure, but is it wrong to ask now? Before you are tied to this man until your dying breath?

“In the presence of witnesses and under the guidance of tradition, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.” The priest finishes.

You blink when the speech is over. King Morpheus takes a step closer to you and you think your heart is going to jump out of your chest and plunge itself into the nearby sea. His hand leaves yours and slowly lifts the veil, a slight smile is apparent on his face. A blink and you would have thought you imagined it. The veil falls behind you and you are completely presented to your king, the flimsy fabric the last of your defenses.

His warm breath tickles across your glossed lips before he pushes forward with a kiss. Soft lips meet your own, tasting of sweet wine and berries and leaves you dizzy. You always thought your first kiss would be that of romance, something you read in your many books. Where you had run off into the forest and stolen a kiss with a forbidden lover, shared only between the two of you and full of giggles and promises to run away together. How ironic it is instead with the strictest setting possible, witnessed by the entire court of his kingdom.

His fingers find their way to your cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin.

“I could never choose to love another,” He hums while he looks at you. It was hard to discern what kind of emotion he was showing as he didn't show any at all.

His declaration shocks you and yet… calms down all of your nerves and never ending questions at the same time. His voice was not what you had expected it to be. Somewhere in your head, you had convinced yourself that his voice would be harsh, cold, and rough like the oak trees that shaded the river. Instead you are lulled to him by his voice, it’s soft and deep. He speaks slowly with no rush in his tone at all. It’s a voice of seduction and authority, a voice that knows its importance and will be listened to.

Your own voice finds itself as you respond. “Maybe one day, I’ll could learn to love you, too.”

“I will wait, my dear.” He breathes out, yet he doesn't meet your eyes quite so.

“May I present His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen Consort.” The priest announces. The King drops your hands immediately as if you were made of hot iron and turns to the crowd, any sentiment the two of you shared, lost immediately.

Cheers erupt around you, flowers following their excitement as the marriage is sealed in golden ink.

☾ ✴ ๋࣭ ⭑․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․ ․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․ ․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman fanfic #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #arranged marriage #strangers to lovers #eventual smut #prologue #destined dreams of love

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lively-potter · 4 months

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— trials of athena ; one

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— word count ; 2.2k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

— chapter one ; THE FUCKENING

♡

MAY 21st, 2023 EIGHT AM

Today is going to be shit – or at least I came to that conclusion once I realized my day was suspiciously going a little too well.

For one, my family's all happy that we finally have a new neighbor (Mom's cooking up a feast already), my dad Sean finally got a day off (for the first time in what feels like forever), and my other dad Owen finally agreed to allow me to stay at the house on my own (For god's sake, I was nineteen years old and perfectly capable of taking care of myself).

I was confident I wouldn't burn the house down...well as long as I didn't step a toe inside the kitchen.

I inherited my father's gifts, you could say.

I cringed, thinking of the last incident when Mom allowed Dad and I inside the kitchen, unsupervised.

By that time, the entire fire department knew us by name.

Plus, it was Monday (of all days) and you know that saying, 'Happy Monday – let the fuckening commence'.

So yeah, my hopes were now low, and my guard was up.

"Mom," I snickered, "I may act as like I know everything, but I really don't."

My mom, Sang rolled her eyes – an amused grin on her lips as she placed the final touches on her big ass welcome basket. My dad Sean grinned brightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek once he sauntered inside the kitchen.

"Mornin' smartass." Dad lit up the spacious kitchen with his laughter when I swatted his hand out of my hair, that happened to be the exact same shade and texture as his. As in I got his unruly, nappy curls. I gingerly touched my hair, praying he didn't mess it up.

I loathed frizzy hair.

Dad chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to the top of my curls, "Where's the others?" he asked Mom, pulling out a chair and taking a seat beside me. Mom ran a hand over her chameleon-colored hair and smiled.

"They all left an hour ago to run errands before the trip."

I was left in my own world as Mom and Dad discussed their trip with the others. They were leaving for a couple months to travel around Europe, while also doing a couple of missions for the academy. I, on the other hand, would finally know what it's like to be on my own. Not completely, of course (Gran and Gramps lived across the street), but close enough to where I would have to be independent for a while.

My ears perked up when I heard Mom ask Dad about the new neighbor.

"There's not much to know about him, really." Dad said around a mouthful of his pancakes. My face scrunched in disgust as a piece flew out of his mouth.

"Manners, dude." I put in, laughing. Dad rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me.

Mom sighed at our banter and shook her head, "What is there to know about him?"

I loved my mom dearly, but she sure was nosey sometimes.

Dad shrugged, "The Johnsons down the street say he's not really approachable, but Liddy Johnson—"

"Linda's daughter?" Mom asked, receiving a nod.

"The very same – well Linda and Joe said Liddy's absolutely infatuated by the man, says this JK dude is the 'hottest man' she's ever seen." He snickered, "The girl has been walking up and down the street hoping to bump into him again."

Huh, that explains why I've been seeing that girl outside so much today.

Mom's eyebrow rose, "Well," she hummed, standing to her feet and smoothing the wrinkles out of her shirt, "Athena?" she said suddenly, a little too sweetly.

I drew back slightly, "...yeah?" I asked suspiciously, eyeing her distrustfully.

What does she have planned this time?

Mom looked like the picture of innocence as she took the basket into arms and set it down in front of me. "I'm entrusting you to take this to our new neighbor."

Uh, what?

"Huh?" I asked dumbly, index finger pointed towards my body.

Mom and Dad traded amused glances, "Yes, you." Mom said decisively. My eyebrows shot up, near my hairline (yes, that's how far they shot up).

"Why me?" I asked, "I don't like new people." And not to mention, I usually make a fool of myself in front of strangers without meaning to.

Mom rolled her eyes, "You have to go out and make friends somehow, Athena...And maybe even a boyfriend. Liddy says he's cute." She wiggled her brows suggestively. My face dropped, along with my shoulders.

"Liddy Johnson thinks any male that makes direct eye contact with her is cute." I spoke. Dad's hand shot up to his mouth to hide his snicker.

"I'm sure that's not true," Mom huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Wanna bet?" I raised a brow, Mom matched my expression and nodded.

"Fine; you remember Jake Roberts?" Mom grimaced instantly, thinking of Greg's (one of her old schoolmates) son. "Well, then I won't have to explain the whole story...but I will say this..." I sighed, "His face gives me nightmares to this day." I cringed, thinking of him hitting on me at one of Lindy's parties back in high school.

"Fine," She sighed, "you have a point. But still, give it a chance. You'll never know if you don't do it. Please?" she said, cradling my face in her hands.

My resolve slowly crumbled, "Fine," I sighed with a small pout, "but I announce that my hopes are low." I mumbled jumping to my feet.

I was nervous – one: is that I was a born introvert and two: what is he was actually attractive? I always and I mean always make a fool of myself in front of cute guys.

One of the reasons why I've never had a boyfriend...or a first kiss.

I'm pathetic, I know. No need to rub it in.

I looked down at my simple oversized black shirt and shorts and shrugged. It looked good enough. Mom handed me my white nike air forces and urged me to put them on.

I sighed and pushed my hair back and tied on my shoes.

"If this goes horribly wrong – I'm blaming both of you."

My words caused them to laugh.

Mom put the basket in my hands and smoothed my curls away from my face.

"You will be fine, Athena. I doubt it will go wrong. Now be nice and smile brightly, okay?"

"Okay." I slumped my shoulders and dragged my feet towards the door, feeling my heartbeat quicken. "If I'm not back in five minutes, call the po-po." I called once I opened the door.

The last thing I heard was their loud, cackling laughter before the door shut.

I took in a trembling breath, "You got this, Athena. Don't be a pussy." I mumbled to myself, carefully taking the steps one by one. I looked at the house next door and swallowed hard.

The new neighbor's house was actually a really nice one, and huge. With a huge wrap around porch, three bay windows side by side on the second floor, and a ginormous pool in the backyard that's hidden away from sight.

If you're wondering how I know about the pool, it's simple.

Last summer, I was bored and snuck over and climbed over the tall ass wooden fence with my best friend Sawyer Weiland. It was in the middle of the night, so...we were lucky as heck not to have had triggered the alarms.

That was the first and the last time I ever had enough nerve to do that. Sawyer called me a pussy, but at least I wasn't a dumb fuck in jail.

In no time, I was standing at the neighbor's front door, biting down on my lip. Before I could convince myself to leave, my finger pressed the doorbell. Once the sound rung out, loud barking sounded out from on the other side.

Ah shit.

That didn't sound like a nice dog.

You know, for some reason I never believed my dad when he told me you can tell the difference between the temperament of the dog by the bark (sometimes), but now if I survived leaving this place, I'd apologize to Kota.

I swallowed harshly, pushing back the urge to flee.

"Bam! Shush!" A melodic male voice said on the other side of the door, calming the beast down. My ears perked up at the deep, soothing sound of this stranger's voice.

I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. I came face to face with the most gorgeous torso covered in tattoos and – holy crackers are those abs? In real life?

Sweet daughter of Zeus!

My eyes slowly trailed off his tattooed covered chest, up his muscular neck – which to no one's surprised, was tattooed, past his perfect sharp jawline, adorable lips – I noted that his bottom lip was plumper than his top and had two silver hoops pierced through it, from his adorable nose, and finally to his dark doe eyes...which were currently dark and glaring right into my very soul.

Holy smokes.

For once in her fuckin' life, Liddy Johnson wasn't overreacting. At all.

This man was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen in my life.

He couldn't be real.

No freaking joke.

I couldn't even lie about it.

I flushed bright red, and flushed more because I knew I was blushing.

(I was a sight to see, when I blushed, anyone from ten feet away could see. I never failed to turn cherry red).

"Um, h-hi." I spluttered, backing away slightly as he glared harder.

This gorgeous being, that I didn't even believe could have come from earth didn't look happy. He just looked downright pissed.

I shrunk back meekly.

Athena Green meek? I'd never been classified as meek a day in my life, but a glare from this man had me losing any ounce of courage and confidence I had in myself.

He was more terrifying than Owen Blackbourne, and that was saying something.

"I-I'm Athena G-Green." I swallowed, "I, uh, I live next door and my mom asked me to d-drop this off to y-you. T-to, uh, welcome you to Sunny V-vale C-court."

I decided the moment I entered my house; I'd beat the fuck out of my face. Why, just why did I have to act like a fool, and mention my mom? Gods, I was so lame.

During my stuttering, the man sighed heavily, looking annoyed and leaned against his doorframe, peering at his nail beds as he waited for me to finish.

"You done?" he asked boredly, in his musical voice.

I flushed heavily and nodded quickly. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.

My hands trembled as I thrust the basket in my arms and waited for him to take it, a sweet wavering smile on my lips.

He raised a dark brow, pursing his lips and stepped away from the door looking hotter than the sun and crossed his arms across his bare torso. He towered over my short stature and bore his glaring eyes into mine.

"Thanks for stopping by." He smiled sarcastically and then shut the door in my face.

My jaw dropped at his audacity.

This motherfuck— I stopped myself mid-thought once a hiss left my lips.

Calm, Athena. Be calm.

I gained control of my emotions and clenched my teeth – seeing Liddy Johnson watching me with a sad smile, as if she understood what I was going through, as if it happened it her, which it probably did.

Anger rose within my chest until the point where I was shaking. I dropped the basket on his welcome mat (internally hoping there was something glass or some legos in the basket so he would step on it barefoot) and stalked away from his door.

"That rude, disrespectful piece of dung." I huffed, hands clenched tightly as I neared my house, bypassing Liddy.

I stormed inside my house and slammed the door shut.

"Athena!" Mom rushed in with a large smile on her face – quickly followed by Dad. They both froze as they took in my twitching eye – a tic that I had ever since I could remember that happened every time I was angry. My red face was another piece of the puzzle.

"I'm taking it didn't go well?" she asked slowly, approaching me with caution.

"It didn't!" I howled loudly, "That piece of dung shut the door in my face when I offered him the basket. Stupid fuckin’ weenier.”

Mom reared back at my anger and tried to smother her smile as Dad openly laughed at my rage.

"Was he good looking, by any chance?" Dad called after me as I stomped up the stairs.

"His ugly personality ruins his face and his body that looks like it was created by the gods!" I seethed, eyes twitching as they laughed once more.

"So...he is?" Mom asked hopefully. Infinity times yes.

I stared at her and shook my head.

"He looks like a dickwad." I retorted dryly.

I knew it was too good to be true; the fuckening had commenced.

author’s note ; ✨

I love Athena and her personality so much, lmfaoo. This is the start of a “crazy fuckin’ ride”, as Athena would say. Buckle up and delve into Athena’s story!

If you want to be apart of the taglist, just lemme know! Thanks so much for reading!

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rebornologist · 2 years

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omg ghostie (can i call you that I'm sorry if not--) but for the NSFW asks: 🛌 with abe pls i need more abe content 🤲

-ramey

UM YES LOVE I'm here for abe anytime!! You can 1000% call me ghostie ! hehe :)

warnings: 18+ utc duh!! exo/monsterfuckin hehe, nothing else. he's a softie and we love on him softly..

♡ soft sex HCs w/ Abe Sapien ₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

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I think he’s always a fan of soft sex because his brain is huge and his heart is even more humungous!! His dick? Hung.--I mean what?!

He’s so so so sensitive and always so sweet and receptive to a lover’s touches! His hands are everything and if you so much as hold his hand and rub your thumb over the back or trace your fingers gently over his textured palms while your mind wanders into sexier territory, you’ll get the most dramatic reaction from him.. ;)

He’ll gasp and a ragged oh will slip from his lips as his breathing picks up and his limbs involuntarily tense and flex in anticipation. He has no reason to be surprised that you find him irresistible, but it’s always such a cute reaction every time.

SO YEAH 9.5 times out of 10 he cannot resist your siren call >:) you being horny instantly works him up and the blood rushes out of his deliciously wrinkled sexy brain and straight to his nether regions.

If you run hot, the temperature differential between y’all always gives you gooseflesh, and Abe absolutely revels in the feeling of your skin under his soft touch. He is warmed up by you soon enough. You bask in the way he takes his time kissing every inch of your gorgeous vessel.

You also often want him to really feel the love, and that means climbing up on top of him and grinding down over his hips until his thighs are drenched with your combined fluids, the whole time trailing wet open-mouthed kisses over his smooth flesh. With each nip and lick of his skin, he knows exactly how you feel and what your thoughts are, and it is not long until he’s whimpering and begging for you to give it all to him. And you give him just that. You can’t quite interlock your fingers, but he loves holding your hands while you ride him, knowing just how full your heart is and how hot the fire in you burns for him. No matter how soft and sweet the mood is, it’s always very intense from the sheer need for one another. Abe feels emotions quite intensely, so it’s not often for him to just have casual quickies because it takes him some time to re-equilibrate himself.

You almost love it even more when he holds your hand when he’s situated right between your wonderful thighs and licking and sucking at your wet heat like a form of worship, his other hand either gripping your thigh or dipping into you to rub at your sweet spots. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and work you with his mouth to bring you to completion over and over, until you whine sweetly and urge him to crawl up and wrap his arms around you so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He is so the type to hold you and whisper quiet praises and silly little nerd facts into your ear while he lovingly runs his hands through your hair or over your warm skin until you doze off, because he wants nothing more than to keep you safe in his arms.

If you’re a morning person, he’s usually up before you and enjoys peppering your face with kisses until you stir from your slumber. You take that opportunity to roll over him and run your hands all over him, swallowing all of his soft moans with your plush lips, nonverbally expressing just what you’re in the mood for this morning. He heads off to work with a grin that he absolutely cannot shake, set for a good day.

thank you for the ask my love!! I rly rlyyyy need to get into the abe comics bc he is so.. spicy in it.. and movies abe is rly a softie through and through hehe

#abe sapien #hellboy #hellboy smut #abe sapien x reader #abe sapien smut #hellboy headcanons #dark horse comics #hellboy scenarios #bprd

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cebwrites · 7 months

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comfort after nightmares (Law)

masc reader, they/he law cw: unwanted dream advances (nothing explicit)

word count: 0.6k

You turn your head to the side as one eye opens before the other, bleary and disoriented but able to ground yourself in the here and now; in reality. Your nose wrinkles at the scent of sweat staining your pillow.

Scratching the back of your neck, you don't need to check the time to know that it's some ungodly hour of night. The texture of rough, shaved hair against your fingers was a comfort.

There were at least some people up at all hours to keep the Tang running but you didn't feel like disturbing the peace. Still, sitting in the cold darkness of your room, you knew that there'd be one person burning the midnight oil for sure.

Law mumbled something noncommittal on the second knock, either too engrossed in their work or too tired to offer their full attention. That is, until you stepped quietly into the doorway of his office with a look Law recognized almost immediately.

"It's that dream again, isn't it."

"Yeah. Can you hold me?"

Usually it'd take a lot more pleading and promises of kisses, followed by actual kisses, to coax the good doctor away from their deskwork but Law did little to protest this time.

The couch they'd managed to squeeze into this stuffy old office is well worn - well loved - Law took a seat in the habitual dip on one side against the arm and you joined them in their lap after a beat.

Wrapped up in strong, tattooed arms against the steady thrum of his chest, you hid your face in the crook of your captain's neck when the sting behind your eyes returned.

"They've been happening more frequently, hm?" Law mused quietly, your answer was a small hum against their chest.

Never "recurrent enough" for you personally to really consider a problem but still upsetting nonetheless, it was just a month or two ago where you'd confessed to Law - your captain and beloved - about a nightmare that manifested in recent years.

Of how no matter who the antagonizing force was - that there'd always be a person in these dreams, not a monstrous figure or horrifying creature, just—a person. A person (although usually a man) encroaching on your space even as you begged for them to stay away. Though you'd thankfully wake up before anything more horrific could happen, the lingering sensation of dread could stick for days.

Judging from their concerned reaction to this information, maybe you should've considered it a problem a lot sooner.

"Sorry." Law's worried frown deepened, one hand moving to brush against the dampness of your cheek while the other remained a much needed comforting support on your back.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"For pulling you away from work. I know you've been itching to get things done all week."

"Very little is more important than comforting you in times of distress, __. Reorganizing old notes hardly comes close."

You offer a wry laugh. Even if you aren't quite in the headspace to believe that yet, you still lean into the comfort Law's kiss against your forehead - chasing them for one against their lips in return.

The both of you remain like this, fighting sleep to simply bask in each other's presence, at some point having slid down to lay on the couch properly - one pillow propping Law's head up with yours resting on their bicep, snugly pressed between their gangly frame and old sofa cushions.

If the world of sleep would deny you of safety where the world of waking demanded your rest, you'd find your peace in the drowsy in-betweens with your gruff, scruffy captain.

#cebwrites #one piece #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece law #law one piece #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x male reader #law x reader #male reader #masc reader

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desswright29 · 1 year

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Sweet Lady

Pairing: Shuri x Blackfem reader

Authors note: This is Part 3 of my Shame series. It’s a little something for everyone in this chapter Chile! It’s a series so walk with me loves. Shuri is basically having flashbacks trying to figure out where she went wrong. So each Chapter gets worse. Reader eventually becomes a singer, but not yet so I’m not putting that reader is a singer. ANYWAY! Enjoy My Loves. I’m having fun writing this! And remember I’m hella new to this so be gentle with me.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Fluff, It’s a lil smutty (18+), Foul language

Word Count: 6,652 (like I said walk with me lil baby)

Shame pt. 3

PRESENT DAY

That dance. That one dance changed everything. Introduced Shuri to a love she’d never believed to be possible. It also lead to an endless spiral of fucking drama. ‘Shit, to this day, that’s why I’m locked in a fucking bathroom hyperventilating now, Pathetic’. Shuri chuckled through her tears still looking at herself in the mirror. You’d always had a crazy effect on her. Like you held a remote control to her body. It activated at the mere mention of your name. But in that same reality you’d make her feel powerful. When you and Shuri connected that day it brought out a beast in her. One that everyone had to sit up and take notice of. It’s what made her the worthy Queen she was today. Imagine her people who thought so highly of her seeing her in a puddle on the floor of a bathroom all over some woman. Ha! But you were so much more than just that. Everyone who could get close to you knew it.

‘Get it together!!!’ Shuri screamed at herself inside.

‘You cannot do this here’.

She turned on the cold water, placing shaky hands under the powerful stream, she collected water and splashed it against her face.

‘Pull it together. You are a Queen. You have work to do’

She looked at herself in the mirror, eyes swollen and puffy, face drenched in water. She reached for the paper towels. Pulling out a few and pressing them to her face, allowing them to soak up the moister. She reached into her small bag draped across her body pulling out her shades and her gloss. She applied her gloss and placed her shades over her eyes.

She gave herself a once over, smoothing her hands over the wrinkles in her suit.

She walked over to the door unlocking it, placing her hand on the knob she let out a deep exhale opening the door.

Nakia and Okoye stood still awaiting her command.

“I’m ready” She spoke as if nothing had happened, having successfully numbed herself temporarily. As she walked, avoiding looking at any screen, the conversations surrounding her, the name continuously being called overwhelmed her. And she found the memories came flooding back again.

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BACK IN THE DAYZ

“Mmm Fuuuuuckk” Shuri whispered. She was supposed to be preparing for her nightly call to her girlfriend. Instead, after she’d gotten in from the market. She found herself turning on soft Afro-beats music. It came pouring from speakers built in and strategically hidden in the perfect places around her Luxury apartment inside the palace, surrounding her in the beautiful sounds. Lying back on the couch in her room, the days events played on repeat in her mind. She found her hands slowly moving down her body. Down past the band of her briefs her fingers found her folds dripping wet. “Hmmm” she sighed. Imagining her. Her naturally intoxicating scent. The way her soft, kinky textured hair smelled of butters and oils, a hint of Mango.

Y/n found herself in the shower body pressed against the slick marble wall. Her hands having traveled the same path as Shuri’s own, not being able to get the feel of Shuri’s strong hands guiding her waist out of her head. The way her R’s rolled so beautifully off her tongue. The way her voice and body flowed one in the same. Silky smooth. Yea. That describes Shuri with perfection.

Shuri rubbed circles around her clit as she thought about how buttery soft y/n’s hypnotizingly brown skin, that seemed to be flaked with specks of gold, had felt in her arms. How her warm center had felt pressed against her thigh. “Ahhh Bast!” She was so close.

Y/n continued rubbing her clit. As she inserted 2 fingers with her free hand, doubling her pleasure. “Ooo my…!!!” She moaned out head thrown back against the wall as the feel of Shuri’s thigh pressed against her center ran so vividly through her imagination that she swore she was in the room with her. She pumped and circled her hands as she felt her core clench. A warm sensation starting in her belly taking over her entire body. She slid down the shower wall as her body began to convulse. “SHURI!!”

“Y/N!!” Shuri moaned out, her back arched as she came to the image of Y/n riding her pussy. Breast bouncing with each thrust of her hips. The image slowly disappeared from her mind as she came down from her high. She lay breathing heavily hands down her pants, when her Kimoyo beads Chimed.

Griot: Panther incoming call from “Sthandwa Sami”

“Shit” Shuri said removing her hands quickly as though Eve was walking through the door.

“Uh answer griot”

“Molweni, thando!” Shuri answered breathless and over enthusiastic.

“ Heeeey, baby?” Eve answered with a question in her tone. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore? You sound out of breath.”

“Oh you know I can never be mad at you too long Sthandwa. Just got out of a last minute training session. You know Okoye wants to spring them on me just so I can s-stay prepared. You know with the whole me being uh Black Panther now thing” Shuri rambled as she scrambled around the room pacing.

Shuri never Rambled. She was always cool, calm, and collected. This all had her frazzled. What the hell is happening to her.

“Hm, okay. Are you good, love?”

“Oh y-yea fine..fine. It’s just uh been.. been a really long day.” She says yawning and stretching. “I’m super tired” ‘From masturbating to another woman who’s walking distance from me’. Shuri’s shakes her head.

“Um still no word of you making it anytime soon?”

Eve sighs “Not yet my love, I am trying.”

“Of course you are my dear. No rush”

Eve’s antennas immediately went up. What was going on?

“Just like that?” Eve was confused. This conversation never fared this well.

“No need in arguing. I know how much your work means to you. And I respect that.”

“Wow, that’s a big jump in maturity since yesterday” Eve says brain begining to go into overdrive.

“Well what can I say. I learn pretty fast” Shuri says placing an exaggerated fake yawn at the end.

“Okay love. You sound so very tired. I guess I’ll let you get some rest. Call me tomorrow.?”

“Yes tomorrow definitely. Ndiyakuthanda so much. I love you Thando”

‘Wtf was that’ Shuri and Eve simultaneously thought.

“Ok baby. I love you too” Eve chuckled mischievously. The call ended. Something was definitely up and she was going to figure it out.

Shuri walked into the bathroom, while Y/n stepped out of the shower in her own room. They both walked up to the mirror. Y/n wiping the steam off of hers. Shuri looked at her self in the mirror shaking her head.

“It should be out of my system now” they both say in union.

“Griot have 5 dozen roses sent to Eve. The note should say “Just because it’s Monday”. Have them delivered tomorrow” Shuri demanded as she prepared for her own shower.

“Yes Panther.” Griot answered.

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Your alarm goes off the next morning and though you tossed and turned most of the night you found yourself awake and anxious about the day ahead. Would it be awkward? Will she still want you here, or would it be best for you to leave? What the hell was that feeling? Your body reacted when you thought of her. It wasn’t just lust though, that was the easiest thing to acknowledge. But there was an underlying need for her that you couldn’t quite place. You just wanted to be close to her, take care of her, make her smile. And that scared you, because you couldn’t have her.

You were due in the lab to help out with the progression on the borders, but decided to take a little extra time on getting ready today to calm your nerves. “When you look good you feel good,” You say. And you could definitely use a vote of confidence.

Going to handle your hygiene and refreshed your braids, you decided to put on a little concealer, some mascara, line your lips with a brown pencil and apply gloss. You placed on a burgundy biker short and sports bra set, adding burgundy joggers that had 3 orange stripes down the front, you let them hang low on your waist. Your top adorned with a mesh long sleeved top that stopped above your sports bra playing peakaboo with the top of your breast. You wore white, black and gold sneakers and finished off the outfit by tying the matching jacket to the pants around your waist. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror, running your hands over your straight back that hung to your waist, you looked pretty damn good. You went to the fridge to get 2 tupperware bowls filled with overnight oats you’d prepared the night before. One for you and one for Shuri. You were ready for the day.

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Shuri lay in bed staring at the ceiling not having slept a wink. Anxiety taking over. ‘Shit did anyone record?’ Ofcourse someone recorded. She face palmed. ‘Eve’s gonna find out without a doubt.’ Shuri tried to call her and was being sent to voicemail. “Fuck,Fuck,Fuck!” She knows. I wonder how Y/n’s feeling about all of this. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door followed by a twist of the door knob.

“Sleeping in today Princess?”

Shuri shot Okoye a glance but didn’t respond. Okoye gave a slight nonchalant nod as she continued walking towards her bed.

“Hm. How’s Eve?” Shuri immediately brought her hands up to cover her face as she let out a frustrated groan. “Okoye. I am in trouble.”

“I’d say so I heard you and your scientist gave quite the show at the market yesterday.”

“Ooh BAAAASSST! It was just a dance! Everyone does Kompa all the time here!”

“Hey. I am not the one on edge about it here. But I will say that what I saw hardly looked like just a dance. I’ve seen the “friendly” version of Kompa and that wasn’t it”

“ SAW! Shit! Someone did record! Okoye, Eve has everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”

“I never questioned that.” Okoye said hand coming up to her chest in sarcasm.

“Buuut since you brought it up…Does she?”

Shuri looked at Okoye with exasperation.

Okoye continues. “Sure, Eve is gorgeous. But in the years you’ve been together, How has she been there for you? In the time you spent together, how have you found yourself compatible, mentally, spiritually. Do you really feel a connection?”

Shuri doesnt give it thought. “I love Eve.”

Okoye nods “ Ofcourse you do. You spent years together. But ask yourself this… When is the last time you felt with Eve whatever it is you were feeling when you danced with Y/n, or hell, even when you’re around Y/n. You can’t even control the way you look at her for Bast sake, We’ve all seen it.”

Shuri was stuck.

“All I’m saying is you need to figure out what you want and reel this in before people start getting hurt…. You’ve got a long day ahead. Time to get going.” Okoye says as she leaves Shuri with her thoughts.

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Shuri entered her lab searching for you before having to go to train with Okoye. Shuri’s eye’s landed on you as you spoke with some of the other scientist over a projected diagram of the river boarder. The burgundy against your buttery cinnamon skin making her heart drop. Shuri halted mid stride groaning at the sight of you. “Holy shhhiii-“

“Princess” one of her lab assistance interrupted Shuri’s thinking out loud. She recovered quickly, clearing her throat.

“We weren’t expecting you here today.” Tolu looked at Shuri with bright eyes and a pretty smile. Aware of her assistance little crush, she smiled nicely.

“Not here for long. Just stopping in on my way to training”

“Yes. I see” Tolu says, obviously checking Shuri out in he form fitting compression suit.

Shuri raises a brow “If you don’t mind. I’m going to take a look at what they’re working on” Shuri motions over to where you and her other scientist are working with her head.

“Oh, of course” She lifts her arm to touch Shuri’s bicep lightly before turning to walk away with an extra sway to her hips.

Shuri shakes her head turning to make her way towards you all, she’s met with your intense gaze taking in the scene. ‘Is that jealousy I see?”

She made her way over and you quickly averted your eyes elsewhere. Delving back in to appear busy. Shuri nods and greets everyone. As she enters your space.

“Hello Ms. L/n, how’s everything going here so far?”

“We’re making progress going over a few calculations. We’ll need your expertise with the depth of the Sonic barrier” You say still avoiding eye contact with her, staring down at a clip board.

“Ah, we can work on that tomorrow. I have training and my first prep meeting for coronation today. Will that work for you?”

“That works fine, Princess.”

Shuri smirks while staring a hole in the side of your face. Her bottom lip settling between her teeth. You felt her eyes, but refused to look.

“Thank you all for working diligently. I appreciate you all for your dedication during my absence. If you will excuse me and Ms. L/n a moment. She will be back with you all shortly.”

Shuri grabs your forearm and walks you up the stairs to her office. Your heart raced as you took in the muscles in her back as you walked behind her. They moved leisurely under the fabric of her form fitting shirt. She led you into her office closing the door behind her. She let go of you, moving to sit on the edge of her desk looking at you as you looked down at your feet.

“Princess huh” Shuri says mockingly.

“That would be your title as of now right. Or should I refer to you as my Queen now.”

“Neither really since you are not Wakandan” she replies sarcastically.

“Cut the bullshit Shuri why am I here?”

“Hoooo! Hostile today aren’t we? We left off on pretty good terms yesterday as I remember. What changed?”

Shuri said both eyebrows raised as she awaited your answer. You both knew what the problem was. Her little exchange with Tolu had irritated you. ‘So she just flirts with every fucking body’. But you be dammed if you said that to her. Especially since being mad at her didn’t make any sense. You know, the whole she’s not your girl thing.

“Y/n, are you planning to avoid looking at me the entire week?” Shuri speaks up.

“I’m not avoiding looking at you” you said still looking down.

Shuri stood placing her hand under your chin lifting your eyes to hers.

“ There she is..now tell me really. What’s up?”She took a step back taking her seat back on her desk. You look her in the eyes and there’s a brief moment of tense silence.

“It’s really nothing Shuri. I’m fine”

“I apologize if yesterday was too much. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no. I wasn’t uncomfortable. I-I l-liked it.” You stutter.

Shuri looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

“Yea? Me too” Shuri says biting her lip.

You break eye contact looking around her office, this being your 1st time inside, because she rarely uses it. Your eyes fall on a gorgeous photo of her and Eve that sat perched on her desk. A head shot of them. Shuri with her intense eyes staring forward wearing a sexy smirk head leaning slightly towards Eve, as Eve smiled big almost in a laugh with her head tossed slightly back. They both wore black. Eve with beautifully flawless chocolate glowing skin, A perfect smile that reached her deep dark eyes. With long single braids that flowed perfectly straight behind prominent collar bones. They were stunning together.

“ You guys make one hell of a couple”

Shuri was not surprised. She could pretty much gauge where your eyes had gone. She was aware of how striking of a couple her and Eve was. People literally stopped and stared when they were together. But you definitely rivaled her beauty. You looked back at her to see her eyes still very much focused on you.

“ We do don’t we. It is almost to good to be true huh.”

“It is true though. Looks pretty damn true.”

You retort quickly, looking at her sternly.

“You look really good today Y/n”

“Shuri-“ you huff

“ We don’t need to go there Y/n. I won’t beat around the bush. I won’t lie and say I’m not attracted to you. We danced. That’s what it was. We got a little caught up in it, but we’re both aware that that’s all it could be. I am in a relationship. I am not here to confuse you”

“ I won’t lie you kind of already have.”

“ I apologize, that is not my intention. We won’t cross that line again. No more dancing.”

“ Ok well that’s that then”

“ So nomore awkwardness?”

“It’s done.”

“OK… “ Shuri looks you over.

“ I must say you do look very nice today though. A little extra effort huh? What’s the occasion?” She says, eyebrows lifting with a sly smirk. Your heart stuttered. But you were quick on your feet.

“ Since I’m taking over your lab for the week I figured I’d try to keep up with your lab swag”

Shuri Chuckles.

“ Lab Swag?”

“ Man what! Not to pump your head up or anything but the swag is impeccable!”

Shuri threw her head back in a laugh.

“We’ll you’re definitely giving me a run for my money today. The look suites you.”

“Why thank you.” You smile. “Have you eaten today?” Shuri smiles

“ Seems I’ve forgot again”

“ Not for long.” I made you some overnight oats they’re in the fridge in the lounge. You have a long day ahead you have to eat something. Let’s go get it”

“ Yes general” Shuri stands and salutes.

“Don’t” you both laugh and go to get her fed.

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2 DAYS LATER.

The next couple of days you and Shuri grew closer quickly. True to your word, you made sure she ate atleast twice a day. She really enjoyed your cooking so she was eating well and that satisfied you. She would come to the lab each morning before training to check on progress made, and eat whatever breakfast you made her. You also started packing snacks and a lunch for her to eat in between meetings, trainings and rehearsals for coranation.

You also made sure you dressed impeccably every day. The stolen glances and slight flirtatious remarks from Shuri being your guilty pleasure. You’d spend late nights in the lab making sure everything was going as close to Shuri’s standard as possible. She would join you after her last workout of the night. You guys would talk and laugh, play music and just catch a vibe. But Sometimes touches lingered too long, She would be talking and you’d find yourself zoning just staring at her lips, and you would catch her doing the same. Sometimes, she’d stand to close behind you while getting a glance at something you were working on, you both catching eachothers scent, feeling her breath on your neck. It sent chills down your spine, and a flutter in your tummy. You both would always manage to reel it in though. You would “force” her to eat a little something else before sending her off to bed. But behind closed doors feelings were growing faster than you two could manage.

This particular day you hadn’t seen her all day. She didn’t stop in the lab at all. Nor did you bump into her at all. You’d planned her favorite meal today for dinner, but guessed she’d have to eat it tomorrow. You’d decided to head in early tonight being that today had been successfully productive. Now you were in your room cooking the sides to your meal, dancing around to your 90’s r&b playlist in your boyshorts with no bra and a black silk pajama shirt that was long enough to cover just the cusp of your ass. You had only one button of it buttoned in the center, braids taken out allowing your puffy waist length hair to flow freely.

You were turning everything off in the kitchen. When you turned around to see someone standing in the center of the room obviously enjoying the view.

“GYATDAMNIT SHURI make some fucking noise when you enter a room.”

Shuri laughed from her belly until tears came out of her eyes, hunching over.

“ Bast! I needed that laugh after the day I’ve had. You should be more aware of your surroundings.”

“ What happened to knocking”

“You seemed preoccupied.”

Shuri steps closer to the light in the kitchen and that is when you get a good look at her. Your breath hitched. Her hair had been braided jewels adorning the braids. She wore black slacks and a long black dashiki jacket with gold stitching on the high neck collar, down the lapel, and on the cuffs. (reminiscent of T’Challa’s black and silver throne room outfit accept with gold) The look finished off with shiny black chunky heeled booties with a gold detailing on the toe. She looked regal. Like the Queen she would soon be.

“You ok” she asked.

“Fine.. I mean like I’m fine. Not like you’re fine. I mean you look really nice, but that’s not what I was talking about I meant like I’m cool.” You say mentally face palming.

She looked at you with those intense eyes, one eyebrow raised, her mouth turned upward on one side, where you could see the top of her perfectly straight white teeth. She licked her lips as she walked closer to you. Getting closer to you she looked down at your short frame and leaned close to your ear.

“There’s no way I look better than you right now babygirl. But thank you” Your knees buckled as she walked around you to the pots on the stove. You remembered then how undressed you were, reaching to button the rest of your shirt. The wind of her passing smelled of vanilla and Sandlewood, putting you in a trance.

“Huh?” You say to the question she’d just asked.

“ I said it smells delightful in here. What are you making?”

“ Oh yea! I remembered you telling me Oxtail was your favorite so I decided to make Oxtail, Jollof rice, cabbage and plantain for you.”

Shuri turned and looked at you.

“Are you serious?”

“Very. You’ve got a lot going on and I see it starting to weigh on you a bit, and well im here to be here for you right. It’s nothing really. I love to cook. But I thought I wouldn’t see you today so I was getting ready to fix a plate and put yours up for tomorrow.”

Shuri continued to look at you. An unreadable look flashes in her eyes.

“Well I’m starving tonight. So shall we eat?”

“Of course your majesty. I’ll use the good dishes for you.”

“Wow. You’re so funny.” She says with a sarcastically with a straight face.

“Ha! Girl fuck you”

She stuck out her bottom lip and looked you up and down.

“I mean you do look pretty fu-“

“Don’t go there”

She steps behind you as you were about to climb up on the cabinet to reach for the plates, placing a hand on your left hip, pressing her front into your back. She grabbed the plates sitting them down in front of you lingering she brought her lips down to your ear.

“Why not?”

This was gonna be bad. You didn’t have much fight left in you when it came to your want for Shuri. You wanted her bad, and obviously the feeling was mutual. She brought her other hand to your waist and massaged. There it was again. Her breath on your neck.

You held your breath leaning forward ass pressing back into Shuri, hands gripping the cabinet as you closed your eyes tight biting into your lip. ‘Lord give me strength’ you thought to yourself. Releasing a shaky exhale you turned yourself around in her arms.

Looking directly into her eyes (terrible idea) you mustered up enough strength to speak.

“You know why.”

“That’s the only reason though”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s a damn good reason Shuri.”

“So you dont feel this…this tension between us. How right you feel in my arms sthandwa. It’s like some magnetic pull when I’m around you”

“Shuri really let’s not do this. There’s no need to discuss it, because it can’t happen.”

“But you do feel it don’t you?”

“ Let’s just eat. Don’t make this awkward please Shuri.” You say removing her hands from your waist, you turn back around and grab the plates, walking over to plate the food. Shuri silently walked to the sink, washing her hands before grabbing silverware and wine glasses setting them on the table. She removes her jacket draping it on the back of her chair. Leaving her in a form fitting black crew neck T-shirt. It was tucked snuggly into her pants being held up by a black belt stitched with gold detailing, complimented with a small gold buckle. The gold of her necklace that held her panther suit shining against her chest. She walks over to the wine fridge.

“White or red.” Shuri asks

“Red”

“Sweet?”

“Yes” You say as you walk over to set the plates down. You glance at Shuri and your heart drops to your belly. ‘Why is she so fucking fine’. Shuri opened a bottle of wine and poured. You went to sit down and Shuri grabbed your wrist, pulling you to her.

“ I didn’t mean to make it awkward. Sthandwa. We can continue to pretend. I won’t press. I just want to be near you tonight. Is that alright?”

She asks eyes searching yours. ‘She knows what she’s doing. Play it cool girl’

“ It’s fine with me.”

“Good” She walks you over and pulls your chair out for you. You sit.

“ You don’t have to do stuff like that “

“ I want to” Knowing that there’s no need in arguing with Shuri you chose to move the conversation along.

“Try your food! Let me know what you think.”

Shuri picked up an Oxtail with her hand, piling some rice, cabbage, and a piece of plantain on it with her fork. She brought it up to her mouth sucking the tender piece of meat and garnishments off the bone. She closed her eyes and sat back as she chewed nodding to herself she hummed in approval. You bit your cheek to keep yourself from moaning. She opened her eyes catching your lustful stare. She smirked.

“That’s damn good sthandwa” You smile with a blush.

“Thank you”

“Stunning, a genius, funny, and can do no wrong in the kitchen. You make this hard for me.“

“You’re such a flirt”

“ Only with you” She said picking up her glass of wine and taking a sip. You chuckle and you guys continue eating making lighthearted conversation.

When you guys finished she helped you clean up. Washing dishes and all that. As she put up the last dish. You pushed yourself up to sit on the tiny island.

“So can I ask what went on today. You said you needed a laugh when you 1st came in..”

Shuri sighed pouring you both another glass of wine. She leaned against the counter across from you.

“I’m just tired Y/n. I don’t know if I want to do this. Everything has just been so go go go. I haven’t had time to process. I haven’t heard from Eve at all in two days. My body aches. My mind is everywhere. I’m eating thanks to you but sleep still fails me most nights. The only thing keeping me going right now is my duty to the throne, and that’s only because I feel like I owe it to my family. They’ve given their lives for this and it’s up to me to keep it in the family. It’s so much pressure. I never believed it would come to this. I’m only a scientist. Now I am to be the ruler and protector of Wakanda, and I’m doing it all alone.Nobody seems to care that I’m hurting. There’s no room for me to display weakness.” Shuri had tears streaming down her face she didn’t bother to wipe. You hop off of the island and pull Shuri into an embrace.

“ You’re not alone Shuri. You’ve got Nakia, Okoye, M’Baku, Ayo, Aneka and a whole nation of people who love you. Not to mention me.” You say sarcastically, Drawing a small smile from her.

“Honestly, I don’t know what Eves problem could be and I’m starting not to like her very much, but focus on the people that are here and you can handle that issue when the time comes.”

You lift her head from your shoulder holding her face with both of your hands. “You’re loved and we’re here for you if you let us be. Tell us what we can do to help from now on. Okay?”

Shuri nods as you wipe her tears with the pads of your thumbs. Shuri felt her heart flutter. She looked down at your lips, tongue coming out and running against the bottom of her own.

You felt yourself being pulled closer. Your lips almost touch when you pull away looking down. Shuri looked over to her left, eyes landing on the guitar she’d bought for you. A beautiful acoustic electric guitar with the amp and all.

“ All the drama that day in the market caused and I’ve yet to hear you play”

You look back up at Shuri appreciating the change in subject.

“ I can play for you. I usually go out onto the balcony at night to write and play. I’ve been working on a song. I only really have the first verse and the chorus”

“Oh you write your own music? I’d love to hear it”

“ Sure. Don’t judge though. It’s not perfect.”

“ Ahhhhh damn! You suck don’t you”

You smack your teeth and laugh as she grins.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that”

You grabbed your guitar and she grabbed the amp and you guys moved your party onto the balcony. She sits as you set it all up. Sitting down you strum a few notes. She watches in anticipation. You look up and smile.

“Alright here we go.”

You lean over and pressed play having had recorded the guitar harmonies nights prior. You folded up your legs into the chair on the balcony. Closed your eyes and started to play.

(s/n: guitar is so sexy to me)

Now any other day I would play it cool,

But I can’t now,

Cause I want you

You shocked Shuri as you’re smooth, seductive voice sung over top of the melody.

See I’m hooked on

How you flex your style

And I wanna talk for a little while

Shuri sat up in her chair not taking her eyes off of you, paying close attention to the lyrics you wrote.

I’ve never really seen your type

But I must admit

That I kinda like

So baby if you have the time

We could talk about

You being mine baby

You opened your eyes to find Shuri’s eyes burning a whole through you. You met her eyes as you went into the chorus.

Sweet Lady

Would you be my

Sweet love for

A lifetime

I’ll be there

When you need me

Just call and receive me.

A fire starts to burn in Shuri’s belly as she reaches over for her glass of wine chugging the rest of it, while you went into the chorus a second time. Liquid courage. You stopped singing as you continued to play putting a little extra sauce on it making the guitar sing for her.

You came to stop.

“What did you think?”

Shuri stood, walking over to you. She removed the guitar from your hands sitting it gently next to your chair, crouching in front of you. Before you could think your next thought, Shuri’s lips were pressed against yours. You didn’t put up a fight this time. You couldnt if you wanted to your body was putty to Shuri’s touch. You brought your hands up around her neck as your hand traveled up her nape, rubbing her undercut. Her tongue came out licking against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing her entrance, causing you both to let out a moan. Her hands wasted no time reaching under your thighs. Taking you from a seated position, to your heated core being pressed up against against her firm stomach. She walked you both back into the room. Sitting on the couch with you straddling her lap.

You both pulled apart to get some air. As oxygen poured back into your body so did a bit of common sense.

“Shuri we have to stop”

“No….I have to stop”

“Huh? That’s what I said”

Shuri shook her head

“Y/n I can’t do this anymore. Pretending like I don’t want you. Like you don’t drive me fucking insane. Like I don’t touch myself thinking about you and the way you move. You’re always on my mind. The way you walk, the way you dress. Bast, the way you smell, how you take care of me, how you just get me. You make me feel loved and cared for. I want you so fucking bad baby. But I do have to stop. But you don’t…”

You sat stunned at the confession. Waiting for the rest.

“I want to watch you cum on my thigh. I want to see my fantasy become reality baby. You said you want to be here for me….”She’s unbuttoning your shirt.

“Give me a show. Give me something to think about at night, ride me babygirl.” You moan as she pulls the silk shirt slightly off of your shoulders, not removing it just revealing your breast. She leaned back onto the couch. Bottom lip between her teeth eyes low, both arms lifted onto the back of the couch.

“I won’t touch you. I just want to watch you get what you deserve from me. For Being so good to me Princess.”

All will power left your body as your hips started to move on their own.

Shuri nodded.

“Uhhuh. There you go baby. Ride that shit. Keep your eyes on me. Yes, just like that”

Her jaw went slack mouth slightly open watching your body roll on her thigh. You looked into her sexy dark eyes as you ground your panty clad pussy onto her muscular thigh. You were so wet the panties were purposeless. A squelching sound now echoing throughout the apartment.

Shuri’s eyes rolled to the back of her head hearing how wet you were.

“FUUUCKK. That’s right make a mess on my pants baby. Little pussy so creamy for me. You needed me huh.” She said looking you right in your eyes.

“ Aaaahh Shuriiii!!” You moan head falling back. You could cum just off of her words and the way she looked right now. You grabbed and held onto her belt for leverage speeding up your movements. Breast bouncing in her face. Shuri squeezed the couch cushions trying not to touch you. Shuri chuckled.

“Oh Fuck yea I knew you were a fucking pro. Work for that shit Y/n”

You looked back into her eyes.

“Shuri please..”

“Tell me what you need love”

“Touch me! Kiss me! UUUUUhn please baby!”

Shuri let go of restraint gripping onto your hips guiding your hips to move even faster. As her lips attached hungrily to your neck. Biting and sucking on your skin. You moved your hands behind her neck squeezing as your core started tightening. She brought her left hand up to squeeze your breast, bringing her right arm around your hips moving you herself as she started a humping motion moving her leg to cause friction for you as she stayed attached to your breast.

She moved her hand from your breast for a second to hook her finger into your panties and move them out of the way. Some of your juices got on her fingers and she brought them up to your breast rubbing them on both of your nipples adding some sauce to her meal. She devoured them.

“ You taste so fucking good”

“Oooo shit Shuri. Y-you’re m-making me feel so GOOOOOD! I’m gonna cum!”

Your knee was accidentally buried inbetween her thighs grinding against her soaking wet clothed pussy. She humped against you as you humped her thigh. Shuri groaned starting to feel heat pooling at her core as well. You both looked so erotically feral desperately using eachother to chase euphoria. Shuri sat back pressing her core harder into your knee. Still grinding, wanting to watch you release. Both her hands going back down to your waist. She smacked the side of your ass.

“Come on sexy give me that shit. Make a fucking mess baby. I got you”

With that your face contorted mouth falling open letting out short choppy breaths “Ha ha ha ha ha MMMMMMMMMM” you convulsed on Shuri’s thigh coming to a shaking orgasm. Letting out the most disgusting of moans. Shuri’s brows furrowed together mouth falling all the way open, she let out a guttural moan.

“OOOOOH MY BAST! That shit was sexy! I’m gonna cum! FUCK!” Shuri said with surprise.

Watching the way you came so erotically quickly brought Shuri to her own orgasm pulling you in by your waist holding you tight against her while she buried her face into your neck, mouth wide open, eyes rolling to the back of her head, saliva dripping from the side of her mouth. “Uhn.. uhn.. Uhn.” groaning loudly with every thrust, cumming hard in her pants.

You both held tightly onto eachother as you came down from your mutual highs. You were wrapped up in eachother. Breathing heavily.

“Damn b-baby you came through your pants like that. You needed somebody to take care of that lil pussy too huh panther” You let go of her and looked at her one eyebrow raised, with a smirk on your face. Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. You both burst into laughter.

“Don’t get cocky. We already broke the rules. I can carry you over to that bed and really send your sexy ass into a seizure.” Your mouth dropped as you slapped her arm.

“ You making fun of the way I cum?”

“Quite the opposite my love. That shit was sexy af”

Both of you laugh again as you fell back into her arms and she fell back into the couch holding you while you lay in her bosom.

Then there was a knock at the door, interrupting your moment.

“Fuck” you say. You got up buttoning your shirt and scrambling to find pants.

“Did you have Dora with you?” You whispered panicked.

“No. But I did let Okoye know I’d be here. It’s probably her.” Shuri said.

“Just a moment” you say while hopping into your pajama pants.

“What if someone heard us?”

“ Calm down, just answer the door Y/n.”

You walked over to the door looking freshly fucked. Hair wild on your head, Eyes blown, lips swollen, hickeys forming. You opened the door.

Your eyes go wide.

“ I was told I could find Shuri here”

Eve.

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A/N: Welp hope y’all enjoyed! We’re gonna pretend the song Sweet Lady didn’t exist until this story. And it was written and Sang by a woman. AIGHT BYE!

Taglist: @oceean@blacksapphhicmaddonna,@doramilaj233,@sleepynggafr,@oceean,@6-noir

Forgot the Taglist my bad

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chickycherrycola · 6 hours

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Happy SoMa Day to all who celebrate! A national holiday, as far as I'm concerned 😋I offer a fluffy, bite-sized little ficlet as my contribution, which features some of my favorite Soma tropes - grumpy Soul, domestic fluff, accidental cuteness, and BREAKFAST - all in less than 1k words!

Read it on AO3, or under the cut in its entirety!

“You’ll feel better once you have some food in you.”

Soul knows she’s right–Maka is almost always right, not that he’d willingly admit it–but still, he’s choosing to gripe about it.

He gripes about it all the way from his motorcycle to the glass entry doors of the restaurant, through the tightening of his meister’s grip on his wrist, until they're sliding into plush, squeaky booth seats and the hostess is shoving menus into their hands with a stifled smirk.

He bitches a little less, however, when his eyes fall upon the wide selection of food items displayed on the pages of said menus, as he flips through the smorgasbord of breakfast offerings. Banana nut pancakes and huevos rancheros, Belgian waffles and eggs benedict florentine. This place has every breakfast delicacy under the sun.

Unfortunately, the rest of the population of this po-dunk little Midwestern town must know this, too, as the restaurant is packed, and harbors every social annoyance under the sun as well.

Screaming toddlers. Middle-aged brunchers clinking their glasses of mimosa too loudly. Elderly couples staring at him obviously, their expressions aghast with horror. A crowd of servers gathered around a nearby table, presenting a young girl with a stack of birthday pancakes as they sing to her.

His head hurts, they got back to their hotel room after the mission way too late, and he’s running on a less-than-optimal amount of sleep. He wants to shovel a giant plate of scrambled eggs and bacon into his face and then promptly crash into the nearest sleep-able surface.

Soul groans and lets his head fall to the table, his forehead meeting wood with a heavy thunk. Moments later, there’s the all-too-familiar sensation of a pinch to his ear.

“You’re such a grump,” Maka giggles.

“I’m allowed.”

“Never said you weren’t,” she replies. He waits for her to continue berating him–’sit up straight already’ or ‘stop breathing on the table, it’s disgusting’- but she doesn’t. He rolls his head around, angling his eyes up to look at her, and finds her attention focused elsewhere.

“Isn’t this place just the cutest?” she muses. “I love the décor. It’s so cozy and welcoming.”

She’s gazing out at the room beyond, a twinkle of delight in her eyes as she takes it all in. Soul notices, too, for the first time–opposite them is a flickering fireplace framed by a brick hearth, and whimsical works of modern art hang upon every wall. Strategically placed ivy plants bring some color to the dining room, their jade-green, star-shaped leaves cascading down in long, elegant tendrils.

And on the wall of the booth they’re presently seated at, a lushly textured panel of artificial greenery. Maka’s flaxen head contrasts nicely against the darker shade, and–it would make for a lovely photo backdrop.

“Hey.” He sits up, suddenly feeling invigorated, and reaches a hand into the back pocket of his jeans to retrieve his phone. “Smile for me real quick?”

Maka blinks at him. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you… are you taking a picture of me?”

“No, I’m checking the weather for our flight home later,” Soul deadpans. In response, Maka sticks her tongue out at him and wrinkles her nose in an exaggerated grimace. Soul shrugs and hits the camera button, forever immortalizing the moment on digital film, and Maka blanches when she realizes he’s snapped a photo.

“H-Hey! Delete that!”

“No.”

“W-Well, take another one at least–”

“Pose nicely, then.”

Maka pouts, her cheeks visibly flushed and her brows cinched together, but before he can get that expression on film, she composes herself–adjusts her pigtails and straightens her spine, schools her face into a pleasant, soft smile. Soul lines her up in the viewfinder of his camera app, and–

Snap.

He examines the photo for several minutes, eyes darting between his meister and the image of her on his phone screen, before nodding subtly to himself.

“Well? How do I look?”

“Perfect.”

His fingers tap, tap, tap away as he uploads the picture to his story, witty caption and all–’She dragged me to a bougie brunch place instead of letting me sleep in’- and doesn’t realize Maka has fallen silent until he’s hit the post button.

When he puts his phone down and looks at her once again, she's staring at him with a strange expression on her face, her bottom lip between her teeth and her cheeks a shade of scarlet nearly rivaling his eyes.

“What?” he asks.

Maka clears her throat, runs a nervous finger idly around one of her pigtails and looks down at her lap.

“N-Nothing.”

At that moment, his phone pings–a reply to his story post from Black Star.

“Bro, you’re such a sap.”

#soul eater #soul x maka #SoMa Day #soul eater evans #maka albarn #soul eater fanfiction #cherry writes #fluff #ficlet #one shot #writers on tumblr #ao3 fanfic

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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Warden Ingo proposal? Help. Any direction. Get carried away! I love you. Bless you.

-xeers

Oooh this is interesting because he’s probably got a mix of Unova and Hisui traditions in his head

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo needs a rock, so he goes to the rock expert of the lands.

Lian is suspicious, as all little boys are of adults being suddenly interested in their interests. But Lian also knows that Ingo is a good guy, who has taught him quite a bit about battling with Goomy. So Lian shows him his favorite stones.

“Tumblestones, as you know, are used for making Poké Balls.” Lian says, holding up the various types to Ingo.

“Yes.” Ingo, politely, studies them, but Lian can see the disinterest in the more common stones.

“I have quartz.” Lian offers. He walks across his home, to the shelves of stones he has. Several of each type decorate the surfaces, but he points specifically to the colorless rocks, and some of the white ones too. “It’s very common. If you want, I can show you where it’s found, and you can mine some yourself!”

Ingo is silent for a moment. His eyes linger on the finest cut of quartz Lian has, a bright white with small veins of red through it. Lian shifts his weight around, not wanting to tell his fellow warden that he doesn’t want to give that one away.

“It’s lovely.” Ingo eventually says, his eyes distant. Not disinterested like before, but lost. They come back into focus only as they drift higher. “Er, what is this?”

Lian has to take a few steps back to see where Ingo is pointing. “Oh! Obsidian?” He only has two kinds, and he doesn’t want to part with them either. “Er, I got it from the Coastland. Palina helped me get it from the volcano.”

Ingo straightens, gripping his hat. His brows furrow, frown tight as he gazes towards the window, out into the snow. “Then I have a journey to make! Thank you dearly, Warden Lian! You have been most helpful!”

Lian chases the man towards the door. “You’re getting obsidian?” Ingo merely nods. “Why? It’s pretty dangerous to go near volcanos! What could you need it for?”

Ingo pauses, and turns to Lian, his coat whipping around him in a powerful manner.

“Something very important, I assure you.” He faces the snowy path out of the Pearl settlement, and points. Lian slaps his hands to his ears. “ALL ABOARD! NEXT STOP, THE COBALT COASTLANDS!”

What a strange warden.

▪️

Ingo needs obsidian, so he consults someone acquainted with lava and heat.

Palina cocks a brow at Ingo’s request, silent as Iscan does a little nervous stammering about the dangers of the volcano, even with the new noble Pokémon guarding it. Still, when Palina rests a hand on his wrist, smiling, Iscan stammers out that they can take Basculegion if they want.

The waters are rough, and the heat oppressive, but Palina walks without pause. Ingo shuffles after, coat wrapped around his waist and hat fanning his face as they tread the solidified magma, searching.

Obsidian is not as common as tumblestones, sadly. So heatstroke is a threat on the horizon for Ingo, until Paline suddenly shunts in her tracks.

Between the wrinkled hills of black lava, Palina points near the slow river of molten earth. Ingo spots it then, gleaming in the sun. Obsidian.

“And what do you need this for?” Palina asks, a glint to her eyes and a curve to her smile that makes Ingo think she already knows, she just wants him to say it.

Gliscor breaks the large chunk of rock free, so Ingo distracts himself with carefully putting the obsidian into his bag. It's warm, smooth yet sharp. He thumbs a dull edge, the texture appealing against his calloused skin.

“Do you know anyone who works well with metal?” Ingo asks instead.

Palina smiles wider, clearly satisfied despite his lack of answer, and rests a hand on her collar, where her necklace sits. “Iscan went to the Craftworks in Jubilife, to help make mine.”

Ingo nods, then faces the sea, pointing. Palina places her hands over her ears in time for, “ALL ABOARD!”

Gliscor shrieks in delight.

▪️

Ingo needs metal, so he asks Anvin of the craftworks.

The man’s skills lie more in woodwork, but he agrees to work on Ingo’s request as he did with Iscan's. The issue is that Ingo wants something far smaller, and that makes it a difficult pour. Even more so to sand down the stone into a shape that will fit the silver band.

It takes several tries, several burns, several miss-pours and shattered tries, but it’s the reason Ingo gathered so much obsidian. They try and try, and eventually, success comes.

In the simple band of silver, smoothed obsidian sits, rippled and shaped similar to a sphere (the best the two men could do).

It’s not perfect, but Ingo finds that the imperfections make it better, in a way. He can only hope his sentiments are shared.

“What’s it for again?” Anvin asks, wiping sweat off his brow.

“It’s an important gift.” Is all Ingo says, wishing Anvin a good day before spinning on his heel. “ALL ABOARD!”

Anvin knocks over the tray of rejects in his jerk of shock. A sheepish Ingo doesn’t leave until he helps pick them all up.

▪️

Ingo needs. . . help, so he goes to someone he can trust.

“Lady Irida,” Ingo murmurs, once he’s sat before his Clan Leader, “I have. . . a strange request.”

Irida’s head cocks as he slides the hand carved box across the table between them. The ring inside glitters in the soft candlelight.

“A ring?” Irida asks.

“For. . .” Ingo stammers a moment, and Irida’s brows rise. She’s never seen him so unsure of his words. “For a proposal.”

“To the hero??” Irida asks immediately. Her face lights up at Ingo’s embarrassed nod, and she claps happily. “Oh, wonderful! If you want my blessing, you have it!”

Ingo’s shoulders slump a little. “That is good to hear.” He pauses, only to clear his throat after a moment. “I wished to ask about how a Pearl Clan proposal usually proceeds.”

Irida hums, cradling the little box in her hands as she half listens to Ingo. “Usually we use a betrothal necklace, not a ring.”

“A ring is what we used, back where I am from.” Ingo says it absently, eyes on the ring. “I can’t remember much besides that, however. I know it was important, the ring, but that’s all.”

“Well,” Irida sets the box down, ignoring how quick Ingo is to snatch it back, “there are many ways to propose, but what we of the Pearl Clan prefer is taking the person to somewhere beautiful, somewhere teeming with the blessings of Sinnoh. And then we ask the person if they’ll enter our space, and allow us to enter theirs. To live together, be together, for eternity more.”

Space. . . Ingo ponders space. Space, to the Pearl Clan, means home, more or less. Important space is home to them, and to share space is to share home, to share safe spaces and safety too. Ingo thinks of you, thinks of how you both don’t truly belong in this space, but how you’ve carved out your own places anyway.

Ingo thinks of you and thinks of home. You make him feel less alone, less like an outcast. You, with your own scattered memories that seem to compliment his. What you remember, he doesn’t, and vice versa. You fit together so well, and Ingo. . . Ingo feels at home with you.

And he wants that forever. To be your home, to be your safe space, to share everything with you until you both return to the space around you as intertwined dust. He knows he wants this, so very badly.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

Irida smiles. “I’ll let the people know your home needs expanding.”

"All aboard." Ingo croaks, already blushing from domestic fantasies.

▪️

Ingo needs you.

He needs you like he needs air, water, food, sunshine. He stands before you at the fabled springs, shoes tossed aside to splash in the cool waters. He's half soaked, panting from the exertion of your play, and you're no better. Your hair sticks to your cheeks as you laugh, clutching your stomach in your carefree mirth.

And Ingo drops to his knees without hesitation.

You jump, panicked by his sudden collapse, but Ingo is already holding out his hands to you. The box in his hands is small, and you inch closer to peer at it, curious.

Why does this seem familiar?

"Sinnoh gave us space," Ingo starts slowly, eyes pleading to you to allow him this one speech, "or perhaps it gave us time. Whichever is true, be it one, both, neither, I know that Sinnoh gave me you."

"Ingo?" You ask in a soft whisper.

"I was alone," Ingo says, voice wobbling some, "f-for quite some time, it was only me. I was the only Faller, and I was seen as strange, different, and thus avoided. Then you fell. You came, and you saw me, and you befriended me without hesitation. And you l-loved me," Ingo swallows heavily, "you loved this tired old man, so much. And I loved you so, so much in return."

You carefully kneel too. Ingo lowers his hands with you, and carefully peels the lid of the box back. Your eyes widen.

"I love you." Ingo says, faster now. There's no time, it feels like. The world is folding in on him. "I love you, and I will love you, forever. I have a space in this world, same as you, but I don't want it to be just my space. I want it to be ours, I want what's mine to be yours, and I want to receive all of you."

He gasps a breath as your eyes flick up to his.

Sinnoh, does he love your eyes.

"I want you to marry me." He says in one rushed breath. The silence is heavy and loud, so he squeaks out an addendum. "Please?"

For a moment, Ingo fears the worst. Fears he's finally delivered the final straw to break you, to push you away.

But that is washed away by the spring water, when you tackle him onto his back, your kiss bruising and painful and everything Ingo ever wanted.

He kisses you back, just as hard, his hand on the back of your head as he finally releases all of his anxiety and fear for delirious happiness to take its place.

He's home.

"All aboard." Ingo murmurs against your lips.

You laugh. "Next station, marriage!"

Ingo cries.

Sinnoh above, does he love you.

🍓🍓🍓

sorry this ran away from me hehe

hope you like it xeers!! <3<3<3

~Renee

#warden ingo x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #submas x reader

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gregorsgirlfriend · 3 months

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Below the cut is colored and process pictures and my rambling :D

But here is the sweetest lil jester in all of tamriel 🥰

I’m not the biggest fan of the colored version just because it doesn’t look quite as smooth but it has been forever since I colored any of my drawings and I enjoyed the process so… worth it!

So as far as my process let’s start with the reference photo I used:

Thank you vanilla Skyrim

From this I wanted to keep the basic features but add some details like the round cheeks, smile lines, puffy eyes and just the slightest little eyebrow raise like maybe he knows something you don’t, or maybe he’s just a lil silly 🤷

Also wanted to add some clear wrinkles on his face just because I’m pretty sure Cicero ain’t young. And those deep creases in the face are things I need to practice.

As for coloring, I really wanted to keep his palette warm but I have typically used blues for shadows. Soooo I decided to try using purples and deep reds in the shadows and adding yellows and oranges on the highlights. I’m not super happy with the texture of it but it was fun :)

Okay thanks if you read all of my little art spiel!! I just love talking about my process it makes me feel professional

#skyrim #tes v skyrim #tesv #cicero #skyrim cicero #the elder scrolls #traditional art #my art

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some rambles on my takes on the acachallas <333

papa acachalla is very much a tired dad who doesn’t really care all too much about anything. any which way. he’s hooked up with a guy before to experiment, went “eh” and completely forgot about it. sally puts him in dresses and makeup for her tea parties and he surprisingly never complains. he instantly accepted sue as his daughter, even though he did complain about getting another child. sally told him one day she likes girls and he went “huh. well i guess you got that from me” and then took her out for ice cream. he’s perpetually tired and over time, has become hard to phase. billy sprouts wings and flies around? well, that’s to be expected, it’s tuesday after all. sally’s eyes turns black and she starts screaming for waffles? no big deal, he keeps a freezer of waffles for this. he loves gertrude but doesn’t show it as much as he should, but he’s trying. he does the universal dad stance and squints his eyes whenever the kids show him anything on their phones. his idea of a romantic date is going to the nearest burger place on a busy friday night. he got himself a nice comfy couch in the living room and falls asleep on it regularly. he’s such a dad, but refuses to admit it.

gertrude is tall and thin, with slightly bony features and liver spots scattered across her body. her face wrinkles whenever she laughs, smiles or cries. her shoulders are broad and thick, her hips are blocky and her build is stocky but thin, like a twig. she casually mentions her memories of putting on a dress for the first time and realizing she was a girl the whole time. she still tucks her kids in, even though they’re in their twenties, thirties and forties. she buys ice cream for any kid she sees without enough money for the ice cream truck. she watched hours upon hours of youtube tutorials for afro-textured hair when they took sally in, and now she can do dozens upon dozens of hairstyles for her. she hand-sews dresses for sue and repairs billy’s work clothes. she buys a new computer for spencer every two-three years and leaves it at his door with a snack plate. she takes her beloved granddaughter, ivy, out for ice cream and movie dates so maddie and/or billy can have a day off. she pulls a blanket over papa when he falls asleep in his chair, and fixes hot cocoa for everyone on cold nights. she has a self care day every week where she rests and watches her favorite movie/shows.

sue loves everything feminine, and simultaneously embraces everything non-feminine about herself. she wears pink dresses with frilly lace and bows, and proudly displays her thick arm and leg hair wherever she goes. she works out and shows off her thick muscles and abs. she’s not fluent in spanish, but speaks it regularly regardless. she carries sally on her shoulders and clumsily makes little dresses for her niece, ivy (they’re always messy, but ivy loves them anyways). she grows her hair out to her shoulders and ties it up with the same bow sally got her every day. she has a partner, rebecca, who she even tried to learn how to cook for just to bring her goodies (they’re often burnt, but rebecca never complains). she loves chick flicks, romcoms and comedies, and hides at horror movies. she’s set up a really cozy room for herself and rebecca in the house, with all of rebecca’s things in it that she bought with weeks of saved up allowance money. she loves and loves and loves. her hugs are warm and all-encompassing, and she’ll hug just about anyone for any reason. she’s enthusiastic and genuine in everything she does.

billy is much smarter than he lets on. he has abandonment issues and often hides behind a childish, “dumber” facade as a way to cope. he sometimes can’t look in the mirror because all he sees is his mother’s face staring back at him. he’s lanky but not quite tall. he’s close with his twin sister, charlie, despite being separated for much of their childhood. he goes out to movies and aquariums and zoos with her, and is fully fluent in sign language. he’ll do it so naturally that he sometimes uses sign language at home, because he forgets he’s not around charlie anymore. he never even thought he’d want to be a dad but he is so, so utterly taken with his daughter, ivy. he takes lots of pictures of her and proudly displays each and every single drawing she has ever made for him. he carries her on his shoulders and impulse buys clothes and toys for her all the time. he’s grown to find comfort in maddie’s presence, now that the two are in a healthy relationship. he irons his shirt and picked up sewing from gertrude. he’s started watching shows with papa every sunday evening as a way to bond. he’s indescribably close to sally; the two just understand each other in a way no one else does. they’ll sit in silence watching a movie together. he’ll play tea parties with sally every single time she asks without fail. he’s learned how to do her hair just to spend quiet evenings braiding it. he and sue go to zoos together, and he helps coach her on the few recipes he does know- and gets very proud when she outshines him. he prefers to be around people, but often takes an hour or two in the evenings to just have his own time, and he sits listening to music.

sally is larger than life and makes sure everyone around her knows it. she’s energetic, she’s fun, she’s loud and bright and bubbly and talkative and cheerful and so, so much more. she’s as bright and warm as the sun, and simultaneously just as brutal when she slips into her more monstrous form. she likes all things pink and purple and sparkly and glittery. she likes frills and laces and beads and pearls. she likes dresses and skirts and pretty shoes. she likes just about anything and everything pretty. she’ll befriend any animal she comes across, even dangerous ones, and they never harm her. she’s a complete and total optimist through and through, but isn’t nearly as oblivious or naive as she once was; still, it’s something she struggles with on occasion. gertrude takes her out and helps sally build her confidence and as much independence as possible, and sally loves it. she loves going to new places and exploring- zoos, aquariums, art galleries, museums, lighthouses, libraries, everything. she's become incredibly eager to learn and absorb new information, and her curiosity is limitless. she spends so, so, so much time with her siblings and spencer (even if spencer likes to pretend he hates it most of the time). she's almost never without either one of her siblings, or gertrude. she's a mama's girl and daddy's girl at the same time.

spencer doesn't like to be alone nearly as much as he claims he does. in reality, he hates being alone so much and fears being abandoned again- but he would never admit that to anyone. still, gertrude notices, and goes out of her way to do nice things for him and give him quiet reassurances that he belongs here, that he has a home here now. the basement was completely renovated so spencer can have a nice bedroom, and gertrude got him a complete gaming setup too. he plays video games a lot and streams them, and gertrude, sally and billy all watch every single stream he does (unless they're working). spencer has gradually warmed up to the other family members, and can even be spotted on sunday nights curled up on the opposite couch to papa acachalla, intently watching the movie on screen (which he insisted needed to be some mystery, action or horror movie, and papa always lets spencer have the remote). spencer will happily infodump for hours about computers and video games and computer mechanics and everything in between, to anyone who will listen.

maddie is incredibly passionate over anything and everything she puts her mind to. she used to obsess over billy, until she found out she was pregnant and began therapy- now she obsesses over making sure her daughter is healthy, happy, has everything, is learning everything, and can grow up to be a wonderful person. she sews clothes for ivy, cooks her all three meals a day, bakes her goodies for school, crafts and carves toys for her, and heavily researches all the best places nearby to take her. she's an extraordinarily loving mother who always does her absolute best in everything. she did quit her job for a while, but now finds purpose outside of motherhood in crafting furniture and toys to sell to others. she's learned to enjoy having her own time, and has rediscovered herself- she's learned she likes rock music and occasional heavy metal, she's learned she prefers savory over sweet things except on special occasions, she's learned she has a good eye for fashion and that she enjoys window-shopping whenever possible. she goes to therapy every week and has even taken a handful of community college classes purely to learn new things rather than to get a degree. she's loud and super energetic when she's excited. she has incredibly steady hands and surprisingly sharp focus. she's learned asl fluently, and is learning spanish alongside her daughter so they can talk to each other. she likes museums and art galleries because she gets to learn new things and see new things. she's grown into her own person, and has become an incredible mother as well.

#i will ramble more about them another time but i love them all <33 #i don't talk about them or develop them nearly as much as i should #but anyways #taleblr #venturiantale #billy acachalla #papa acachalla #sally acachalla #gertrude acachalla #spencer acachalla #taleblr maddie-friend #salem's taleblr rambles #salem’s taleblr rambles

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