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calisources · 7 months

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ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. add +reverse to change the roles.

(royal ball): our muses dance at a royal ball.

(captive in the tower): sender is held captive and receiver helps save them.

(arranged marriage): our muses are thrown together into an arranged marriage.

(childhood betrothal): arranged to wed since being children, our muses finally meet days before the wedding.

(ward): send is a ward at the receiver's house/home.

(stolen kiss): sender kisses receiver before a battle, away from prying eyes.

(mystery knight): sender is unknown at court and receiver wants to know them further.

(secrets): our muses are together in a secret relationship as their families wouldn’t approve.

(brother’s keeper): sender is receiver’s brother's best friend. Sender has been harboring a crush since they met.

(taken): sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck.

(horse ride): there is only one horse trope, our muses have to ride together.

(guard): sender is made receiver’s guard and they have to travel/spend time together.

(no one is here to help): receiver is taken to sender as their captive.

(aftermath): after a battle/war, sender and receiver reunite thinking the other was dead.

(my prince): sender falls for receiver, who is the realm’s prince/princess.

(tourney): sender gives the receiver their favor during a tournament.

(piece of me): sender ties a piece of cloth on receiver’s hand to wrap around a wound.

(you left): sender left receiver years ago, now reunited, receiver is upset.

(last kiss): unsure if they will see each other again, sender kisses the receiver before distracting enemies so receiver can escape.

(under my protection): sender proclaims himself receiver’s protector while receiver is traveling/captive.

(starcrossed): our muses find out they have to marry other people and they reunite at night.

(we were in love once): our muses were together in a relationship in their youth and now see each other after years.

(my castle is yours): sender pledges their castle as a fortress to keep the receiver safe.

(gentle touch): sender heals the receiver of their wounds and inevitably grows close.

(magic): receiver is a being of magical properties and sender finds themselves enthralled by them.

(my paramour): receiver becomes sender’s mistress.

(the bane of my existence): our muses never got along and yet, they harbor feelings for one another after a heated argument.

(maze): our muses lose their guards in a maze and they find each other alone.

(it was always you): our muses are childhood friends about to get married.

(to make peace): from opposite houses, our muses are now married to bring peace.

(corner): behind a corner of the great hall, sender corners receiver after seeing them dance with someone else.

(advisor): receiver works as an advisor for sender, despite objection around court.

(rags to riches): receiver is a bastard now made legitimate and people around the realm came to meet them. Sender is one of them.

(at your service): receiver is a lady in waiting/personal guard to sender’s sibling and a romance develops.

(saved): sender is saved by receiver, who is a healer/witch.

SENTENCES AND QUOTES:

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I want you—but I don’t want this."

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“I will not share you."

“Well, princess, let’s see what you’re made of.”

“She added the flowers and incense to help mask your own scent.”

“Your eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that you’re angry. You want me.”

“He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation.”

“Just how long have you been sticking it to the girl who’s like a little sister to us?”

“There’s a certain sort of beauty in submission.”

“My story hasn’t been written yet, but I know it begins with you.”

“You will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?’

“She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“It is legal because I wish it.”

“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"

“Make no mistake.You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”

“But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me."

“I cannot come with you, my prince.”

“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit.”

“Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”

“You are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.”

“We love what we love. We don’t need to justify it to anyone… not even to ourselves.”

“To love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”

“The heart is neither given nor stolen. The heart surrenders.”

“Give yourself to me.”

“I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your man to serve.”

“I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?”

“Marriage is a marriage- love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment.”

“We are trapped by convention and must marry another.”

“We had both accepted the unwritten rule of arranged marriage: love, if it arrived at all, would bloom with time.”

“Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”

“We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.”

“Mr. Larsen, if you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.”

“You are my very own forbidden fruit.”

“I’m scared, but I’d rather have one real day with you than a lifetime of misguided security.”

“And you, are mine.”

“You think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things. They are not.”

“I will share him with you, I cannot lose him.”

“Why must you resist me so dearly? When you tremble under my touch?”

“You must be made of magic itself. Your touch is warm.”

“One day, I will be able to leave you.”

“Did he touch you? Did you enjoy the way he held you across the room?”

"I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?"

“And why, pray tell, should I make it easy?'

"You are the bane of my existence--and the object of all of my desires. Night and day I dream of you."

"I did not ask for this--to be plagued by these feelings."

“I have loved you at every dance, on every walk, and every time we've been together. You must feel it in your heart, because I do."

“Because,by the time I’m done, prayer is the only thing that is going to save you.”

“Suppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.”

“You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?”

'Tell me if I do anything you don't like.”

“Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

“I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.”

“If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.”

“I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.”

“That scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind ever since that night of the conservatory ball on that terrace. Lilies.”

“I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."

“You’re the center of a star, and the force of gravity keeps pulling me closer, and I don’t give a damn that I’m about to be incinerated.“

“Whatever bad thing happened to you, it hasn’t made you less beautiful. There’s beauty in darkness, too.”

“I belong to you. Only you…I’ll always be yours. No matter what.”

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finelinefae · 1 month

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sick bug [tattooH x innocenty/n]

synopsis: y/n works too hard and harry just wants her to be okay

word count: 3.5k

contains: fluff

a/n: hope u enjoy the first of many blurbs for flower !!

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Y/N never ever, ever gets sick.

Ever since she was a little girl she had always had a strong immune system and even when she had the slightest hint of a cold, she’d gulp down a few pills and get on with her day.

It was a trait within her family to never let anything stop you from working, not even a sick bug. She distinctly remembers the first and only time she had caught something during high school. She had been one of the last people to catch a bug that had been travelling around groups of students and it just so happened to be during exam season.

Despite the hammering headache and the constant shivers, she went straight to school to complete her exams after her mother had given her herbal medicine she couldn’t seem to name- that she believed had some kind of magical healing properties- and a packet of ibuprofen.

Now that she ran a flower shop most days of the week, getting sick was a total inconvenience. There was always too much to do and not enough days in the week, so getting sick would just be a waste of time that could be used to get things done.

That’s what she kept telling herself, over and over, as she blew her nose into a tissue for the third time in the last ten minutes and swallowed two headache pills to ease the throbbing in her skull.

She was arranging flowers into vases as customers wandered around the shop. Her eyes could barely focus on the flowers she was cutting and arranging; she was constantly taking them all out and starting again. What was meant to be four vases of perfectly arranged flowers, was only one.

She was uncomfortably warm. Even though she had layered herself with three jumpers, she did so only because there were moments when she would suddenly feel cold and shivery. The heating was constantly up and down despite the fact it was the beginning of spring.

This was another reason she couldn’t allow herself to get rest. Spring was the busiest season, flowers were beginning to bloom and people were rushing to buy new flowers for the season to decorate with or send to loved ones.

There was just too much all at once and being sick was not allowed.

The morning had gone by in a blur - literally. Y/N couldn’t seem to remember who walked in and out of the shop too busy thinking about not throwing up every five minutes. It seemed the only person who could gain her attention as he walked past the shop window, was her tattooed boyfriend next door.

She quickly pulled out her purse and took out a pressed powder to powder her nose with, hoping it would hide the redness of it. She stretched her cheeks and forced the biggest smile she possibly could when the bell rang and Harry stepped in through the door.

In his hand, he had her bento lunchbox that he had prepared for her the night before like he always did because she seemingly always forgot to eat whenever she worked. “Hi flower,” His voice was like warm soup that soothed her belly.

“Hi Harry,” She walked into his arms and nuzzled her face into his soft, fuzzy sweatshirt. He smelt like pine and ink and all the things she loved that made her feel warm and cosy. Her arms wrapped around his middle as her eyes fluttered shut, she could have drifted off as his hands pressed against her back, playing with the ends of her hair.

“Y’ tired sweet girl?” He murmured, “Working so hard?”

Y/N squeezed him tighter, wanting to mould herself into him so she’d never have to leave the comfort of his warmth, “Not really,” She lied, finally looking up at him.

Harry held her face in his hands and brushed the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone, “Remember we’re going out tonight so don’t work too much,” He warned her, knowing she was prone to working herself too hard and passing out once they stepped into his or her apartment.

Y/N’s stomach plummeted. She’d completely forgotten that Harry had asked her to come with him to a birthday dinner down at a bar that evening. She had made a mental note earlier in the week to pick out an outfit but had completely forgotten about the entire thing. She felt awful especially since Harry had been looking forward to introducing her to some of his friends and just spending time together in general. It was all the more reason why she had to hide her sickness, just until the end of the night.

“I won’t,” She forced a smile, “For the rest of the day I’ll sit right here and won’t move a muscle,”

Harry chuckled, “Yeah? Sit there and look pretty? Tha’s not so hard for you m’love,” His lips pressed against her forehead. She hoped he couldn’t feel how warm she was. “C’mon flower, made y’ favourite for lunch.”

By the end of the day, Y/N had hoped she'd feel a bit better, enough to join dinner at least, but she felt even worse than she did in the morning.

Her movements were slow as she closed the shop for another day, trying not to move so much or she’d feel her stomach turn. The mere idea of going out, let alone eating something with her upset stomach, made her feel queasy but she’d push through for Harry.

She had little energy to tidy everything completely so she pushed it all to one side and switched the lights off before locking up. Harry wouldn’t be finished with work for another hour which gave her some time to pick out an outfit before the dinner party.

With laboured breaths, she ascended the steps to her apartment, each step feeling heavier than the last, until finally, she reached her front door and pushed it open. Marshall rubbed against her leg as she tried to kick her shoes off of her aching feet, “Hi Marshy,” She mumbled, stumbling over to her bedroom and straight to her wardrobe.

She plucked a few things off of the hangers, none of them matched or looked fancy enough for dinner, but she wanted something comfortable. Her eyes glanced at her bed as she held the dresses up before the mirror. It looked so inviting, all made up and cosy. She'd been longing for a nap all day and maybe if she took one now she’d gain some of her energy back for dinner.

With a sigh, Y/N dropped the clothes on the floor and succumbed to the temptation of her bed. She pulled out her phone and set a timer for twenty minutes, knowing Harry wouldn’t be back before then.

As she slipped under the covers, the warmth and comfort of her bed enveloped her. It was what she had been seeking all day - to cocoon herself in blankets and fall asleep so she didn’t have to deal with being sick. Her eyes fluttered shut and it wasn’t long before she drifted off into a much-needed nap, hoping it would ease the discomfort she had been feeling all day.

. . .

“Flower,” His voice was in her dreams, “Can y’ wake up f’ me a sec?”

Y/N frowned, feeling something cool and damp pressed against her forehead. Soft kisses press against her exposed arm, “Harry?” She mumbled, her eyes slowly opening only to realise she wasn’t dreaming of him at all.

He was right there in front of her, sitting on the edge of her bed and pressing a damp cloth against her forehead. “There’s m’ pretty girl,” He cooed.

“You’re here,” She sighed, her eyes groggy from sleep and her head heavy against her pillow. She reached for the hand that wasn’t holding the cloth, clutching it to her chest.

“M here, lovie,” He sighed, “I wish y’ would have told me y’ weren’t feeling good.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N lies, her eyes falling shut again to block out the light in the room.

“Y sure about that flower? Found you up here passed out when I came to pick y’ up for dinner,” The word seemed to trigger Y/N’s memory as she shot up in bed, ignoring the pulsing of her head and the way the room spun.

“The dinner! Harry, we can still go, I set an alarm and we still have time, I made sure of it.” Her head whipped in the direction of the clothes she had left on the floor.

Two hands curled around her wrists to pull her attention away from the thoughts that were whirring in her mind, “Baby,” He murmured, “The dinner started an hour ago. I told them we couldn’t go as soon as I found you lying here all feverish.”

Y/N’s lips parted, registering his words as he waited patiently for her to respond. Suddenly, her eyes burned until tears began falling from them, rolling down her cheeks. Harry’s eyes widened, cupping her face in his hands and wiping away her tears before they could even fall onto the duvet. “I-I’m sorry Harry,” She cried, “I know you were so excited to go to dinner with your friends. I never get sick, I don’t understand why this is happening.”

Harry’s eyes softened as she clung onto him, “Flower,” His heart was hurting for her. He always knew she worked hard, he saw it every day with his own eyes, but not to this extent. He figured this was from more than just a sick bug and that she’d been over-exhorting herself to the point where her body was turning against her to get some rest, “Hey, what are these tears for hmmm? No more cryin’ m’love.” He kissed her tears away, tasting the saltiness on the tip of his tongue.

“‘Course I was excited for dinner,” A fresh set of tears filled Y/N’s eyes but Harry quickly continued, “But only because I like spending time with you. M’ friends will still be there but you are always, always, my first priority in everything.”

“You’re not mad?” She whimpers, feeling more angry at herself than anything.

“Not about tha’ but I am a little angry y’ didn’t tell me y’ weren’t feeling good. Never seen someone so warm in m’ life flower, scared me half to death.” He was trying to be stern with her but he couldn’t help but also show his worry for her. “Think you’ve been working yourself a little too hard hmmm?” He stroked her head, pushing her hair back from her sweaty forehead.

“I haven’t been sick in so long,” She admits, “I was hoping it would go away by the end of the day but, honestly Harry, I feel terrible. M’ throat is all scratchy and my tummy hurts too.”

“Think y’ body jus’ needs a well-needed break from all tha’ running about you do. Honestly Flower, never seen anyone work as hard as you do.” He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Gonna let me take care of y’ tonight?”

She nods, relaxing at his words of comfort, “Okay Harry,” She whispers.

The corner of his lip twitches, “What am I going to do with you?” He sighs, completely in love with her. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against hers, not minding the warmth radiating from her in fact he welcomed it, “You’re everything to me. Can’t have y’ getting sick.”

Her eyes fluttered shut feeling his cool breath blow against her lips like he was trying to breathe new air into her to get rid of the sickness, “I really am sorry for not being honest and for the dinner.”

“S okay but y’ tell me from now on? Everyday okay? Tell me the truth about how y’ feeling,” He needed that from her and she promised she’d give it to him.

He smiled when he received a quick nod in response to his request, “Alright then, are y’ hungry? Want something to eat?” He asked.

“Not really,” Y/N pouts, the thought of food didn’t exactly appease her stomach right now.

“Y’ don’t want soup? I make a mean cup of soup, flower. I hear it can cure even the worst of sicknesses.” Her eyes squint and he’s desperately holding himself back from rubbing his thumb over the dark circles under her eyes.

“What kind of soup?” She questions, her eyebrows furrowing.

He leans forward, puckering his lips against her top lip, “S a secret.” He murmurs.

“Can I help make it?” Her eyes round because she knows it will persuade him - it always does.

“You can sit down and keep me company but I don’t want you up and about.” She sighs but accepts the answer and holds her arms open. Harry smiles and lifts her up, his arms under her butt as her legs wrap around his waist.

He walks to her kitchen and places her on the kitchen counter, moving around to the different cupboards as though he owned the place. He knew exactly where she kept everything, gathering ingredients to create the delicious soup he knew she would love because it had all her favourite things hidden in the recipe.

Once the soup is cooked, he pours two servings into pink, china bowls and places them at the coffee table in front of the couch. He helps Y/N, carrying her over and sitting her in her spot and tossing a blanket over her legs. “Want me to put on y’ show, love?” He asks, referring to her comfort show Gravity Falls.

“Yes please,” She replies, politely.

Y/N picks up the spoon that feels like it weighs more than it does and sips some of the soup she watched Harry make. “Mmm Harry, it’s delicious!” She hums, taking another spoonful.

“Yeah?” He grins proudly at her reaction.

“I already feel much better,” She nodded. He knows she’s feeding his ego but he accepts it all the same.

When they’re both finished eating, he takes both of their bowls and goes to tidy them up, leaving Y/N lying on the couch under a blanket he’d put over her. He hears her tired giggles when something funny happens on the small television, his heart aching at the raspiness of her voice but he’s happy she’s no longer upset. He also cleans up the dishes from this morning and does some of her laundry too, wanting her to rest as much as possible in the upcoming days.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. A notification appears from the group chat he was in with the friends they were meant to go to dinner with. Pictures of them at dinner pop up, his eyes glancing over to his girlfriend as he sends a quick reply. He walks over to her and finds her no longer in the sweater she was once wearing but completely stripped down to just her underwear. Her eyes gaze up at him, “S too hot,” She sighs, her cheeks bright pink.

He tugs off his shirt and pulls it over his head, nudging her over to lie in the spot beside her. The couch was much too small so she ended up laying half on top of him, her head resting over his heart and her palm over his chest. His thumb slides under the waistband of her panties as it brushes the skin on her waist.

She mindlessly played with the chain around his neck and his lips quirked every time he’d spot the small inking on her arm whenever she moved it a certain angle. “I love you,” He murmured, kissing the top of her head. He couldn’t remember if he had told her already but either way, he wanted to tell her.

Y/N craned her neck to look up at him, his palm pushing back the hair from her face, “I love you too,” She puckered her lips and he leaned forward to kiss her.

Halfway through the first season, light snores fell from the girl lying across his chest. Harry carefully manoeuvred himself to grab the remote control and switch the TV off. He gently moved her enough so he could stand up and hooked his arms around her to carry her to her bedroom.

“Harry,” Y/N mumbled as he lay her on her mattress. She reached out for him, needing his close proximity to stay relaxed.

“M right here, lovie,” He reached for her hand that she held out for him and kissed the back of it, “I’m just gonna get you a glass of water.” Y/N liked having a glass of water on her bedside table in case she got thirsty in the night. He remembered the first time he stayed around her apartment and she forgot to grab one before she went to sleep. She woke Harry up in the middle of the night to ask him if he could come with her to the kitchen because it was too dark for her to go by herself.

“You’ll come back?” She pouts, half asleep.

“I’ll be back in thirty seconds, flower. Y’ can count if y’ want to.” He chuckles when she starts counting, whispering softly as he walks to the kitchen.

He comes back before she reaches thirty with a glass of tap water clenched in his fingers. He places it on her side of the bed - because they have those now and he was obsessed. Hers was always the right in both his and her bed and his was always the left.

“Told you,” He says as he lays beneath the blanket in the bed beside her.

“You did,” She hums, curling into his side once he’s settled, “How come you’re always right?”

He cradles her in his arms as she buries her face in his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “M not always right but I think M right about you most of the time. You’re all I know, flower, I know how to love you and take care of you.”

She sighs blissfully, he can feel her eyelashes against his neck as they flutter open and close like she’s trying to fight off sleep, “There you go again, right as always.”

He laughs, “Rest now baby, you’ll be back t’ watering y’ flowers and being my noisy neighbour in no time.”

He knows she’s asleep from the lack of sassy responses he gets.

. . .

“This is pretty,” Harry tugged on her skirt as she walked past him sitting on the chair at the front desk holding a bouquet of flowers. She looked beautiful every day but after days of being sick and in bed, she was practically glowing with fresh energy as she moved around the shop. Her hair was in a high ponytail with a white bow secured around it, she wore a dress with puffy sleeves that swayed as she moved, and her heels clicked against the ground with every step she made.

The flower shop had been closed during the time Y/N was sick. She was beyond stressed about it the first few days, worried that she would be so behind on her work the longer the shop was closed, but Harry made sure everything would be alright. He suggested she keep the shop closed for the whole week so that she could work on the things she needed to before opening it again.

As much as he wanted to stay with her, Y/N insisted he go to work in the day, especially since the most she would be doing was sleeping. He worried about her often in the day, he couldn’t help it, and he hadn’t realised how big of a presence she was until she wasn’t there anymore. He couldn’t hear the chiming of the bell as people walked in and out of the flower shop and he missed the clicking of her heels against the floor as she walked into his shop to eat lunch with him or sneak around the back buildings to kiss him.

“Thank you, I bought it online a few days ago,” She gleamed as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers.

“Ahh,” He smirked, “So y’ were buying pretty dresses instead of sleeping whilst I was down here working?”

“Something like that,” She shrugged, biting her lip.

He yawned his head falling forward to rest against her stomach. She ran her fingers through his curls, “Are you tired?” She asks.

“Hmmm,” His eyes flutter shut at the sensation of her hands in his hair.

“Harry?” She frowns, holding his face in her hands as she tilts his head back. Her hand cups his forehead, “You’re burning up.”

“I am?” He sighs.

Y/N’s eyes soften, “You are,” She replies, “Seems as though it’s my turn to take care of you now,”

Harry grins lazily, “I like the sound of that, Flower.”

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casdeans-pie · 3 months

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The first time Castiel heard the phrase to 'kiss something better' he thought it sounded like a ridiculous notion.

How could a kiss heal a wound? Kisses held no magic. No power.

But Castiel found the phrase drifting back to him while he looked at Dean, hissing with pain as he wiped blood away from his grazed skin.

(Dean insisted on wearing jeans with useless intentional rips on the knees, so it felt inevitable that he would eventually scuff the skin there.) (Castiel had even told him so.) (Dean had told him to stop being such a nag.)

Strange how Castiel knew that there were no mystical properties to a kiss, and yet now it was all he could think about. He could sink to his knees and place his lips directly over the wound, letting his grace knit the flesh below. Or... he could grab a fistful of Dean's flannel and crush his lips to Castiel's own, walking them backwards until they hit the wall, bodies lined up, grace pouring in through their joined lips to thread down Dean's body to the injury and-

"Hey, Cas? You okay there, buddy?" Dean said, snapping Castiel out of his thoughts. His lips pulled up into a playful grin that actively grew as Castiel huffed and narrowed his eyes. "Y'kinda giving me a look like you might smite me or eat me."

"Your jeans are impractical," Castiel snapped in a deep rumble. He prodded Dean in the forehead with two fingertips - felt his grace seal the injury instantly - and disappeared with a hard flap of wings.

#once again I am writing fic instead of sleeping. making all the good and sensible life choices asdjklklfj #Deans just sitting there injured while Cas is having a full gay crisis #destiel #destiel ficlet #castiel #pie's projects #destiel fanfic

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ameliathornromance · 2 months

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“What happened to you?!”

Your Orc Boyfriend sat by the tribe healer. Gashes that started at his forehead and go across his face. Blood dripped down and onto his chest, which was bruised and transitioning into a purple hue in certain areas.

You went to rush over, to cup his face, examine him from head to toe, but the healer held a hand out to you. “I know it looks serious,” he said, “but they’re surface level.”

As you opened your mouth to protest, your Orc Boyfriend grunted, “I’ll be fine, love.” He gave you a pained smile. Even as his face oozed with blood, he still tried to reassure you. “I’ll come see you in a minute.”

He loved this about you. Everything was so different now that you were around. Before you and your Orc got together, when Orcs returned injured, they were told to endure it from their others. No sympathy given. Healers would provide Orcs with a pack of ice in a leather sack and send them on their way.

It started when one day, your Orc came back to camp with a bloody nose. You had instantly run over, "Oh my God, are you okay?!" Everyone had stared, startled by your reaction. But when you started tending to your partner's wounds, the camp seemed to follow your lead.

Orcs were now afforded more luxuries than before, being fed soup if they were immobilised temporarily or being washed by someone they were close to when they couldn't reach certain areas.

But your Orc Boyfriend, always did his best to come back intact. Despite the sweetness of your concern, he couldn't bear witnessing your distress over his injuries.

This time, he was too careless.

At that sight of your reluctant scowl, your Orc Boyfriend’s heart ached. He wished he had been more careful.

But you turned away and went back to your shared tent.

He came in later, his face lined with stitches and his chest wrapped up with cloth. Your Orc groaned as he laid in bed beside you, scrunching his face up in pain.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked him over. “What happened?” Your voice was muted, small.

“Highway men.” He said.

They had jumped him while he was trying to find his hunting party. Your Orc had got separated when he’d tried to go after a stag. He emerged out onto a popular path taken by humans, looking around for his prey.

But a second was all it took for the humans to attack him.

The men were more vicious that most humans he’d fought, with weapons imbued with some kind of magical properties. One human delivered such a powerful blow to his chest that he thought his ribs had broken.

Your Orc got out by the skin of his tusks, and that was only thanks to another Orc finding him and helping him beat the snot out of the Highwaymen.

You bit your lip at that and cast a look down at his chest. It had turned black now.

“It’ll heal.” He assured you. “It’ll take more than a few humans to kill me. Don’t worry.” Your Orc shifted and pulled something out from his belt pocket. “Here, for you.”

You gasped. Clutched between your Orc’s meaty green fingers was a small, golden band. A red ruby sat on top of the gold, catching in the dim candlelight. “We took their plunders, this was among it… And I thought of you.”

At your hesitation, your Orc offered it, “I promise I’ll be more careful when I go out in the next few weeks. See this as a pledge of that.”

Biting your lip, you sighed. Your eyes traced the stitches on his face. You wanted to run your fingers across them, hoping that your touch could heal them.

Taking the ring, you kissed the ruby. “You promise?” holding the ring to his lips.

Your Orc smiled and kissed it. “I swear on my life.”

#orc fiction #orc x reader #orc boyfriend #monster romance #monster x you #monster x human #monster x female #monster lover #orc romance #monster x reader #mdni

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bewitched-moonlight · 5 months

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🔥 Magic potion to heal and re-energize 🔥

I'm sure I'm not the only one feeling out of it right now. There's weird energies in the air... So here's my recipe for a quick re-energizing potion you can make any time you need to bring the 🔥 back

🔥 Ingredients & Properties

1 or 2 slices of lemon, for energy, balance, and purification

1 pinch of cinnamon, for power, desire, and romance

1 slice of fresh ginger, for strength, fertility and adventure

1 teaspoon of honey, for healing, prosperity, and love

1 pinch of cayenne pepper, for fire, passion and protection

1 teaspoon of cider vinegar, for health and positivity

🔥 Instructions

Place all ingredients in a mug. Cover with boiling water.

While stirring in a clockwise direction, focus on your potion, its color, smell and strength, and repeat this incantation: “Cold and sickness flee from me, Health and fire come to me”.

Drink immediately.

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kirbyofthestars · 2 months

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a fairly detailed kirby oc ask meme

🪐 (Saturn) - What planet are they from? Is it in Gamble Galaxy, Another Dimension, the Mirror World, the New World, or somewhere else? Where do they live now?

🧃 (Juicebox) - What species are they? What’s their biology and physiology like? Do they differ in any way from a ‘typical’ member of their species?

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

🪄 (Magic Wand) - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts? [e.g. the Dimensional Mantle]

💫 (Shooting Star) - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?

🪽 (Wing) - Can they fly, hover, or levitate? Is it through natural means or artificial means? If they have wings, what do they look and feel like?

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

☀️ (Sun) - What’s their morning routine like? Do they take a lot of time getting ready in the morning? How do they groom themselves? What are they having for breakfast?

🌙 (Moon) - Is your OC a particularly light or heavy sleeper? Somewhere in-between? Do they take naps?

🍅 (Tomato) - If Kirby absorbed them or their attacks, what Copy Ability [or Abilities] would he get? Alternatively, if they themselves are capable of using the Copy Ability, do they have a favourite?

⚡️ (Lightning Bolt) - Which Power Effects [Blizzard, Bluster, Sizzle, Splash, Zap] would their attacks grant? Do they have any particular weaknesses or resistances, elemental or otherwise?

🎶 (Music Notes) - Do they play any instruments? What kind of leitmotif and/or battle theme would they have? Are there any songs you associate with them?

💌 (Love Letter) - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?

💥 (Collision) - What’s your OC’s combat style like? Do they adhere to any particular code of honour or ethics in a fight, or are they totally unfettered by that sort of thing?

⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?

⚖️ (Scales) - On the subject of a certain someone’s lengthy rant; is your OC moreso on the side of magic or science? Somewhere in-between? Do they incorporate the two together in some way?

🍨 (Ice Cream) - The Invader Armour undergoes a drastic transformation depending on its pilot. If they were to wield it, what appearance would their mech take on? What abilities would it have?

🪞 (Mirror) - What would their Mirror World counterpart be like? If they are a Mirror World counterpart, what traits of theirs are reflected? Do the two of them get along?

🐛 (Caterpillar) - What are your OC’s greatest fears, and why? How do they act or react when they’re afraid?

💼 (Bag) - Inventory check! What items does your OC typically carry around with them? What do they carry them in?

🔮 (Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?

♟️ (Pawn) - Does your OC get possessed easily, or do they have the willpower to fight back against any possible attempts? Have they been possessed before?

🕸️ (Spiderweb) - Create a bouquet inspired by your OC! It can be based on their colour palette, flower language and symbolism, whatever they like best, or any combination of the three.

💜 (Purple Heart) - If they were corrupted by the Jamba Heart, which negative traits of theirs would be amplified?

🩷 (Pink Heart) - If they were a Dream Friend, what would their moveset be like? How much HP do they have? Would they be a strong attacker, or would they take on more of a support role?

🦁 (Lion) - If they were an animal — that is, of the Earth / Shiver Star / New World variety — which animal would they be? If they already are an animal, what real-life species or subspecies are they most similar to?

🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?

🛡️ (Shield) - Which Clash role would your OC pick - Sword Hero, Hammer Lord, Beam Mage, or Doctor Healmore?

🦋 (Butterfly) - Does your OC ‘fear the reaper’, so to speak? If they fused with Morpho Knight, what sort of form would they take on?

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

🥀 (Wilted Rose) - Do they have a Soul form? What would it look and act like? How much control over themselves do they have? Is it still possible to save them, or are they too far gone?

#kirby #kirby oc #long post #ask meme #lorena.txt

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srvbryn · 4 months

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Luke sick and Reader taking care of him

Luke Castellan. Sick

Luke Castellan X Gn!reader (no specific godly parent)

Summary: Dumbass Castellan is sick <3

Warning: none!

I did write a similar one shot abt Luke being sick if you're interested you can read it <33 WOUNDS

A/n: I read on the wiki that demigods are more resistant to disease than regular mortals, but I'm here to feed Luke apologists 🤷

*spreads folds* 🫱(())🫲

When you realise Luke isn't at the training ground during sparring time, you become concerned and rush to cabin 11.

"Luke?"

He groaned, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead as his hair stuck to it. He was sweating profusely with a worried expression on his face - he was probably having nightmares :(

You place your hand on his forehead and notice how much he's burning, which causes you to panic because no human should be this hot (literally).

He despises it when people treat him like a baby. He's 19 years old, for fuck sakes. So when he notices that it was you he immediately calms down and asks what are you doing inside Hermes Cabin.

"Didn't see you during sparring today, I'm worried" you say with a chuckle.

You are not Apollo's children, but that did not stop you from trying to care for him.

"(Name)," Luke said, his voice barely audible. "I don't need you to babysit me. "I am perfectly fine."

You raised your eyebrow, unimpressed. "Okay, Castellan. That is why you are lying here sweating profusely, as if you just got out of the shower."

"just wait here alright? I'm making some tea for you"

A soft glow emanated from a crackling fireplace as Luke lay nestled under layers of blankets, caught in the clutches of a pesky fever.

(Name) busied themselves preparing a steaming mug of herbal tea.

With a gentle touch, (Name) handed the tea to Luke, their eyes reflecting concern. "Here's some tea to chase away the chills. You'll be back on your feet in no time, Luke."

Luke, wrapped in a blanket burrito, managed a faint smile. "Lucky me to have you as my caretaker, (Name)."

Chuckling, (Name) settled beside him. "Consider it my heroic duty to nurse you back to health."

Throughout the day, (Name) decided to stay longer by Luke side. Playing cards games with him, and entertaining him with stories.

As the afternoon sun dipped low, casting an amber hue into the cabin, (Name) remarked with a playful grin, "You're not fooling anyone, Luke. Even demigods get sick."

Luke's eyes sparkled, "Well, having you here makes this fever a little more bearable."

As Luke lay wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, (Name) noticed beads of sweat on his forehead. They brushed his hair away, murmuring soothing words. "There, much better. We can't have Camp Half Blood golden boy looking too disheveled, can we?"

Luke chuckle, his eyes grateful for the small act of care. "You're spoiling me, (Name)."

(name) proceeded to place a cool towel on Luke's forehead, their fingers lingering for a moment longer. "Just trying to bring your temperature down. Don't want you turning into a demigod popsicle on my watch."

As the sun continued its descent, bathing the cabin in a soft morning glow.

"now, for the grand finale of my healing repertoire: the magical breakfast concoction." With a flourish, they presented a tray of pancakes adorned with a smiley face made of syrup.

Luke's eyes widened in amusement. "Is this the secret to your demigod spa service?"

(Name) nodded with mock seriousness, "Absolutely. Pancakes have healing properties, didn't you know?"

"It's check-up time, my dear," you playfully remark, leaning your elbow on the nearby table and placing your hand on his forehead.

"You're officially discharged from the demigod spa. It seems my care did the trick."

Luke, smiled gratefully. "I must admit, your spa services are top-notch. Better than ambrosia."

With a playful nudge, (Name) teased, "Well, I hope you don't catch another fever anytime soon, but if you do, you know where to find the demigod spa services."

Luke grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

#luke pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #charlie bushnell #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians

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elenawritesxx · 2 months

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Hi! how are you? I discovered your profile recently and saw that you said that you needed a few followers to reach 200! Congratulations you deserve it! ❤️ Obviously I already started following you.

I saw your requests are open and well, I don't know if you like it, but I need soft things in my life lol, so I was thinking about district4!reader (I mean, not a game winner) taking care of finnick when is sick or when he feels insecure (you know, because of that whole capitol thing), he deserves to be cared for and loved 🫶🏻

HEALING HEARTS

PAIRING - finnick odair x district4!reader

SUMMARY - you tend finnick back to the health

WC - 800

EXTRA - mentions of cold, fever, and the sickness, mentions of the capitols ways with finnick, but fluff all the way

NOTES - hi angel, thanks for the follow i really really appreciate it:)) i hope this is what you were looking for, enjoy!

PS. - english isn’t my first language so if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes please don’t hesitate to point it out:))

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the cold, dreary days of district 4 often cast a somber shadow over its residents, but none felt it more deeply than finnick odair. the once dazzling victor now bore the weight of his past like a heavy cloak, his radiant smile dimmed by the ghosts that haunted him. vut amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of light, warmth and love in the form of you, his companion and confidante.

it was on one such bleak day that finnick found himself bedridden, a fever raging through his body like a tempest. you entered his modest home, a home that was gifted to him by the capitol, armed with bundles of blankets and vials of herbal remedies, ready to tend to him with unwavering care and devotion.

"finnick," you murmured softly, your voice a soothing melody in the silence of the room. "i'm here. let me take care of you."

as finnick lay in bed, his brow furrowed with discomfort, you wasted no time in springing into action. with gentle hands and a heart full of compassion, you set about tending to him with unwavering care.

first, you gathered an assortment of blankets, and with gentle hands, you layered them over his trembling form to ward off the chill that had settled in his bones. you tucked the blankets around him snugly, ensuring he was cocooned in warmth and comfort. finnick's eyes fluttered open, weary and vulnerable, but there was a flicker of gratitude in their depths—a silent acknowledgment of the solace you brought him in his darkest hours.

next, you brewed a pot of steaming hot tea, selecting herbs known for their soothing properties to help alleviate his symptoms. the fragrant aroma of the tea filled the room, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace, easing the tension that had settled in his shoulders.

with a soft smile, you pressed a warm cup of tea into finnick's hands, urging him to take small sips as you sat by his side, offering words of comfort and reassurance. you watched as he drank, the steam rising from the cup in gentle wisps, the warmth seeping into his tired body.

as the tea worked its magic, soothing finnick's aches and pains, you turned your attention to nourishing his body. you prepared a simple yet hearty meal, selecting ingredients with care and attention to ensure they would be both nutritious and delicious.

you chopped vegetables with practiced precision, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board a soothing melody in the quiet of the room. the savory aroma of the food filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of the tea, and finnick's appetite stirred at the tantalizing scent.

with a soft smile, you plated the meal and set it before finnick, encouraging him to eat slowly and savor each bite. you watched as he ate, the weariness in his eyes gradually giving way to a glimmer of vitality as he savored the nourishing meal.

but it wasn't just the physical care you provided that comforted finnick—it was the warmth of your presence, the softness of your touch, the unwavering devotion in your eyes. you stayed by his side throughout the long hours of the day and into the night, offering solace and support in the face of his illness.

as the days passed, you remained faithfully by finnick's side, administering medicine and comfort in equal measure. you read to him, sang him lullabies, and held him close when the nightmares came, a steady anchor amidst the turbulent sea of his memories.

but it wasn't just physical ailments that plagued finnick; it was the lingering scars of his past, etched deep into his soul by the capitol's cruel hands. he often spoke of his struggles, his fears, and his insecurities, laying bare his fragile heart for you to mend.

"you deserve so much better," he whispered one night, his voice raw with emotion. "you shouldn't have to waste your love on someone like me."

but you shook your head, your eyes brimming with unwavering determination. "finnick, you are worthy of love," you insisted, your words a steadfast declaration of truth. "you are strong, and brave, and resilient. and you deserve to be cared for and cherished, just as much as anyone else."

and in that moment, finnick saw himself reflected in your eyes—the man he could be, not the broken shell of who he once was. he saw hope, and light, and love, shining bright amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him.

as finnick's fever broke and his strength returned, so too did his spirit, rekindled by the warmth of your love. and though the scars of his past would always linger, for in your arms, he found solace, and in your heart, he found home.

#fanfic #x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair fluff #finnick x you #finnick odair fanfic #hunger games finnick #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair #thg finnick #finnick imagine #finnick fanfic #finnick x y/n

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aclickbaittitle · 5 months

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What do Fiction Podcasts have to say about the future?

Whenever you write a story set years from now, how you construct the world around it creates a new way to see the future, a fictional image to a reality we could be headed towards.

Fiction podcasts love to play within the sci-fi genre, and the thousands of audio dramas they have given us new pictures of what our world could look like in the next century (or a few years closer).

In this article I want to analyze the settings in the following shows: Hello from the Hallowoods, Desperado and The Strange Case of Starship Iris.

Hello From the Hallowoods

Hello From the Hallowoods welcomes us to a world ravaged by black rains and capitalism’s greed. After a natural (but man-made) disaster involving acid rain and flooding the world’s successions gave birth to two different types of beings: those who prefer to dream in a company’s “Prime Dream” and those who stay awake to continue living.

Even though the world is post-apocalyptic on paper, it never feels like it. Rather it is enchanted, there are woods where gods, revenants, devils, giants and zombies fall in love with themselves and with each other, places where community is found.

This, I attribute this to the fact that most characters don’t lament a nebulous “end of the world”, since this is the world they have always been living in and they are going to make the best of it: find family, friends, lovers, build homes and destroy bigots.

You leave the world of Hello From the Hallowoods knowing that even a doomed world is worthy of being awake for.

Desperado Podcast

Desperado Podcast also takes us to a world that was looted, but this time mainly by religious colonialism.

Neo-colionalism has made itself tangible through genocides and direct targeting to believers that worship other than the “Old man in the Sky”. In its first episode a community in México which revere La Catrina (a goddess in the show inspired by a popular figure in mexican art) is wiped out by the crusaders.

From there our protagonist Elio is the sole survivor of his people, however all is not lost as he teams up with Talia (the chosen of Baron Samedi) and Shinji (whom I believe is a death kami?).

Elio now literally carries the memories of his community as the vessel for her goddess. Likewise in Desperado, the magic of the characters is the legacy their ancestors gave them, and it is what keeps them alive in the violent world.

Though if we are ever to worry that our protagonist could fall into its clutches, the structure of the world soothes our preoccupations. You see, it is the characters within the story that are narrating their own experiences to the audience so we know that after all the pain, they ended up safe.

What Desperado tells us about the future is that, even with the ongoing genocides, white-washing of our culture, and neo-colonialism in general we will end up victorious in the end, and that our history will be forever within our memory.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

The Strange Case of Starship Iris, is the most sci-fi audio drama out of the bunch. It follows the crew of the Rumour, a smuggler's ship, as they try to uncover the dark secrets of the Federation and evade persecution.

As with the other two properties, the future is not an easy world, but our characters are making the most of it.

In a post-war galaxy, the crew of the Rumour is smuggling space-ship parts, medicine, and erotic magazines until they find a help alarm coming from the Starship Iris and rescue biologist Violet Liu. From there they are involved in a mystery which, if the truth comes to life, they could be charged with treason against the Intergalactic Republic.

Throughout the two seasons of the podcast, Violet Liu and company heal together the scars that the war and its result: the Intergalactic Republic left them. They fight against the government not only through robberies, infiltration, and coordinated efforts with rebel groups but also by eating latkes, drinking, singing shanties, and getting gay jewish married.

To conclude

if queer podcasts are telling us something about the future, it is that it may be equally messed up as the present but that queer, disabled people of color will exist beyond the end of the world and that even in the bleakest of futures we will continue to love and thrive.

#hello from the hallowoods #desperado podcast #strange case of starship iris #hfth #tscosi #article #audio drama #audio fiction #fiction podcasts #also #is so funny how only one out of the three shows is like “true” sci-fi but hey the three are set in the future (or an alternate reality in d #desperados case #but whatever)

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haunted-moon · 5 months

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Long Way Home [Part V]

[Azriel x Reader fanfic]

Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?

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Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

Read Part 3 here.

Read Part 4 here.

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Part V

Two weeks before Star fall, we were all having dinner in one of the open terraces as it was a clear night. Nesta and Elaine weren't present, since they were at their former estate in the human world for some work.

There was the usual chatter and bickering going on, and I was laughing at something Feyre said when my eyes landed on Azriel.

I didn't understand why it was that moment. Maybe it was because I had finally accepted my feelings for him, or maybe it was destined by fate. Or maybe it was because Elaine wasn't there to draw his gaze. Nevertheless, in that moment, I knew.

"Mate." I said in a low voice.

The chatter died down, the rest of the table's eyes on us. I noticed a slow, weak pulse within me, a bond that connected me to him. I could see in his eyes that he was aware of it too.

I didn't know what to think, I never thought that this moment would come to be.

I was still trying to untangle my thoughts when he abruptly stood up. His expression had gone blank. We all watched as he recalled his shadows towards himself as he strode down to the terrace wall and jumped, flying away.

There was a long stretch of silence, broken by Amren. "What a fool."

Cassian slapped a hand to his forehead. "Az..."

Well.

I stood up on shaky legs, my face burning hot. The weak pulse of the bond went even weaker as he flew away from me. I had never thought that we would be mates, and what's more, he would reject me like this. Feyre and Rhys were looking at me with the pity I didn't want.

"Goodbye, then."

I turned on my heel and ran to my quarters. Grabbing the last of my things, I threw them in my satchel and wore it over my shoulder. When I turned to leave, Rhys was in the doorway.

"Y/n, please. Stay," he implored. "He's just a little confused, that's all."

"Oh please," I tried to walk out but he blocked the exit.

Taking a deep breath, I looked him in the eye. I had not started crying. Not yet. Not here, not now. "Rhysand, if you've ever once cared about me, please let me go."

He stood there for a moment longer, but moved eventually. I knew how to winnow myself to other places, but it required a focused and calm mind, neither of which I had at that moment. In the end, Rhysand flew me to my house in the city as per my request.

When I unlocked the door, father wasn't there. I lit a few lamps and took a seat at the kitchen table. I wrote him a letter where I explained everything that had transpired and my intention to go to the villa that very night. I put the letter in an envelope and left it on the table for him to see.

After it was done, I extinguished the lamps and sat there in the dark, the satchel on my lap. Closing my eyes, I took slow, deep breaths and brought my mind to a state where I could focus on winnowing. Soon enough, the darkness felt changed and I was in the living room of the villa.

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This property wasn't fully developed when it had been passed down to my father. He hadn't taken much notice of it either, but after we both healed from our wing scars, we lived here for many years before he started practising in Velaris.

In those years, we demolished the ramshackle wooden structure and built a two story villa suffused with maintenance magic. Following that, we developed the surrounding area with lush fruit orchards, vegetable rows and flower bushes. A convenient stream flowed all year round, fed by the glaciers of the tallest mountains. It fed our gardens and flowed into the taps through pipelines.

I sat on the sofa in the living room for a while, empty and exhausted. The sconces on the walls were lit the moment I appeared, and there was not a speck of dust or cobweb in sight. The night was cold, and the villa's temperature heated up to a comfortable warmth that settled lovingly on my shoulders.

I smiled, feeling glad to have built this villa. It took better care of me than my own mate.

Keeping the satchel on the table, I stood up and walked upstairs. In this floor, there were two bedrooms and two bathrooms, built separately for me and father when we stayed here together. Each bedroom had its own large balcony, too.

Inside my bathroom, I stripped off my clothes and turned on the tap for hot water to fill into the bath. The tub was sunken into the floor, with a window carved into the wall beside it to look into the view outside. After my bath, I crawled underneath the bed covers, where my tears finally began to flow.

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Read Part 6 here.

Tags:

@kalulakunundrum @thelov3lybookworm @hnyclover @impossibelle @sourapplex

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This fanfic can also be found in Wattpad, along with other exclusive parts like playlists and pictures. Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/358573037-long-way-home

Happy reading! <3

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n4rval · 4 months

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hi I just wanted to say your tags on the gaster poll posts are so correct yessss (always enjoy your takes just in general). thank you for being one of the seemingly very few people out there who also believes there's no way the timeline works for gaster and alphys to have been colleagues. however, him haunting her benevolently is something I'm 1000% here for <3 (also I hope your finals went well and you get to have a nice relaxing break!)

HII HELLO HI im glad you like them!!! knowing you read these motivates me to keep being Absolutely Very Normal About Him on the internet

personally it's less of a believing thing and more of a come on it's written right there thing, but since we're here.

behold! dingus timeline. (and the hottest of takes with freshly baked personal headcanons otherwise what am i doing)

Not a skeleton?

Isn't 201X too early?

Indeed, not a skeleton, but rather, some guy. Something about how monster's bodies are manifestations of their SOUL, and him oddly resembling a strange looking man does well to represent his insatiable curiosity and love for creating. (things humans are known for in a better light)

On the other hand, you will be pleased with how fascinated he is by "FLESHLINGS AND THEIR CALCIUM DEPOSITS".

And then they fucking died.

201X is the year the first human fell into the underground, and shortly after, the royal family has moved to New Home. This means some decent exploration of the cavern has already been made. Scientists could very well already have been working on optimizing life underground, with special attention to the large and ever growing new capital.

My idea? As this idiot has been aiding exploration with his antics, Gerson was the one to appoint him to Asgore. Something about his talent with turning garbage into non-garbage. With a little patience and getting familiar with his odd manerisms, it was not too long until he got to be the prince's weird godfather.

Cracking already?

And everyone was devastated, mainly the close family. Not only that, but amidst your mourning, the one couple responsible for your unrealistically high standards for romance just divorced. Is love even real anymore. You eat ants with your cereal and your work consists mainly of convenience improvements and absolutely nothing groundbreaking. What's the point of breaking that pesky barrier again? Child murder? Come on.

That's the Wingdings PATIENCE and BRAVERY encountered in their adventure. Dear god, you're lame. Aren't you some kind of genius? Get yourself together! And together he got his self, now, he has children to look after. Surely there must be some other way. He must stop coming up with new flavours for chips and find some other way.

... Dear god, the King is going to kill them.

BONES and DT

Listen. He's old. You got your wrinkles, he's got his cracking. What? You meant to point out some major event of injury must have been responsible for his current state of deformity? Well, he's old AND heartbroken. That's a direct blow to the SOUL, okay.

Jokes aside (kind of), doing any lasting damage to a monster is quite difficult given their magic forms can easily be healed through, well, magic. They can, however, eventually "fall" (wink wink) and dust away with age - which cannot, however, be fixed with magic.

With a little determination however ...

Something about the anomaly.

He found it, the other way. It was the bones all along, the so needed sustainance for channelling such a high concentration of that power. Well, not necessarily, but a boney structure will endure much more and last much longer than a meaty one. Also, it looks so cool.

You know this guy, he gets first dibs on any and all dubious substances that might or might not deal the last hit to the nail on his coffin dust urn(?). And when it all works out (dubious), he might as well play a little. What kind of things can he make? With the material properties of these calcified remains infused with his own magic, animated with determination.

Some new, powerful magic tricks?

A new kind of monster, maybe?

DARK, DARKER, YET DARKER.

There is a lot of interesting things one can do with isolated DT, aside from making bones rattle with life - for example, peeking onto the complex layers and ramifications of what composes reality. This is when the already kooky scientist grows a little mad; manic, if you will. This is the Wingdings sans was familiar with.

Time travel this, resets that, blah blah blah alpha timeline, the anomaly, the angel, the anomaly again, all things that only make sense to him and his illegible mess on the black board. The lack of detail is killing him, he needs to know what it is - what it does, why it does, how it does. Not to stop it, no, there is no stopping it.

Rather, an overwhelming need to understand it.

He falls somewhere in recent history, details of it left ambiguous. The shattering, combined with the amount of DT running in his magical... mathematical physiology, rendered all of his self but an espectator of his reality; confined to the code and unable to do anything but watch, powerless before the nature of his very being, like a corrupted program.

It is all rather frustrating, besides the burden that is coming to terms with simply not existing anymore, watching was pretty much all this research was and now ever will be. That is, until something interacts with him. It is different from the tragic prince, whom no matter how much DT he's accumulated, he is just as confined to this world's rules as other elements. Not this one, not the force from beyond. Not "YOU".

He makes it a mission to reach out, despite the limits of the code, to give away bits and pieces of him and see if you bite. But not too much, he's seen how you tend to exhaust a world for knowledge, something he can oddly sympathize with. I mean, what will you do once you find everything? One cannot fully know a person.

Maybe in another world, prophetized by a cute, little white dog. A much better world for everyone, without so much as war or disease, his greatest creation yet. And he could invite you to it, to experience bewilderment, to be reminded of wonder. If it could even help you, wherever you are, to deem your own world worth of partaking ... then the experiment was a success.

#artwork #inbox #freakbullet #gaster #wd gaster #undertale #deltarune #character design is my passion #not so much graphic design i suck at this #WIPES SWEAT #happy new year!! i've been writing this since christmas!!!!!#sorry if you have to squint at my handwriting its a big canvas #just zoom in #also sorry if my writing lacks extensive details if you were looking for any #im one for visual narrative #so i tried my best to convey everything in the simplest structure i could #and cut short a lot of specifics that are not relevant for a timeline dissection #things like complex feelings and worldbuilding related shenanigans #i will definitely cover these in the future perhaps in the form of comics #this just isnt the place #this is all you need to get a grasp on the character :pray:#there is a lot of proportion inconsistencies on post tragedy old man dont point them out #its just that i've redrawn him like thrice and i was like. you know what? it doesnt have to be perfect #he'll make a cameo when i post fallen humans art

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𝒫𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓈 (𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 4: Teratophilia

The original inspiration was a offhanded joke about how in a different movie the tentacle scene in little mermaid will be very different Yes i know i have problems Also a lovely book I read about genderbend sea witch :D

Also why is my smut getting longer and longer? This is disgusting I have a test this week :(

Warning: Teratophillia, tentacles, belly bulge, manipulations and gaslighting, also inappropriate use of pearl, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3071

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Okeanos growled as he swam through the ocean currents. The wound on his torso greatly interfered with his speed as blood spilled out into the water around him.

After a while, he managed to hide in a crevice deep in the depths of the ocean, where no merpeople in their right mind would come and find him.

As he curled in on himself he couldn’t help but reverted to a tiny octopus, before drifting into a deep slumber to heal. Only waking up to the sound of someone speaking near him.

Alarmed he looked out of the crevice only to see a mermaid petting a great white shark as if it was the most harmless thing in the world.

What the fuck is wrong with them?!?!

But as he continued to watch you coo at the shark he couldn’t help but feel a sense of jealousy.

He can’t even remember the last time he felt someone's touch, let alone being touched so adoring by someone else.

Realizing his thought he quickly shook his head.

What am I thinking? Am I really being jealous of a shark???

What he didn’t realize was the shaking caused enough movement for you to notice the little crevice he were hiding in.

Slowly you swam toward the crevice trying to see what made the noise. Growing a little concerned as you see blood coming from the crevice.

“Hello there, are you okay?”

Hearing your voice Okeanos quickly hid deeper into the crevice. He let out a little growl trying to scare you away as he clutched onto his bloody wound, he didn’t want you to see him in his injured state.

As he hid deeper in the crevice his tentacles also flexed in anticipation, he was ready to seize you if you get too close. He has been hurt in the past and he doesn’t trust you, or anyone else for that matter.

Sensing his fear you held out your hand and said softly,

“Please come out, I’m not going to hurt you…”

Hearing your soft words Okeanos hesitated, he wanted to trust you. You sounded so genuine, but he has been tricked and betrayed before. He can't take another betrayal, not in the state he’s in right now. But his injury is healing too slowly and he needs help soon. Hesitantly he slowly crawled out of the crevice and onto your outstretched hand.

Seeing the little black octopus crawling onto your hand, your eyes widen in delight.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little guy?”

Okeanos's body froze as you called him cute, he wasn’t used to being complimented. He gently wrapped his tentacles around your fingers, blushing as he gave a quiet chirp in appreciation.

You pet him gently before noticing the wound on him that still bleeding,

“You’re bleeding little guy.”

Okeanos let out a soft hiss at the mention of his wound and instinctively wrapped around you tighter as if to look for comfort.

You petted his head as if to assure him he would be okay, before making a cut on your wrist.

Okeanos flinched in surprise before looking at you in concern.

You motioned for him to drink some of your blood so he could heal himself using the magic properties of the red liquid.

Hesitantly he begins sucking/licking on the wound, drinking up the liquid. As he drank he could feel himself getting stronger and his injury closing up.

As he healed up you giggled and placed a kiss on his head. Blushing Okeanos buried himself in your neck, he wasn’t used to affections of any kind.

“You want to come home with me, little guy?” You ask as you cradle him in your hand,

Hesitantly Okeanos nodded, as cautious as he was he didn’t want to let you go.

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Okeanos has grown more attached to you in the last few months than ever before, yet he never reverted to his true form in front of you. Only ever transforming back to his true form at night to wrap you in his tentacles as you sleep, unable to contain his desire to be close to you…

He want to tell you, to show you who he truly was. But he’s scared and afraid…

Afraid of you leaving…

Afraid of you rejecting him…

Afraid of you looking at him with fear…

So he told himself, just a little longer…

One day he will tell you when he’s ready. He will show you who he truly was. But not today, not now, he wants to be in your embrace just a little longer… Feel your kisses just a little more…

But he was growing jealous and possessive.

He didn’t like the way you hurt yourself to heal others.

He didn’t like the way all those other creatures came to you asking for help.

He didn’t like the way the others were taking up the attention that he so desperately craved from you.

You belong to him and only him

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You were looking everywhere for Okeanos, he’s been missing for the last few days and you were getting worried.

As you search for him, you eventually come to the ocean depth that you first found him in. You called out his name hoping to find him here, when suddenly your eyes widened in horror.

Okeanos was near the crevice you found him in, except he was no longer the tiny octopus you have known in the last few months. Instead, he was now a huge muscular merman with long black hair, red eyes, pale skin and long writhing black tentacles for his lower body. Also, he was covered in blood, which is like also kind of important.

Any confusion you have over why he suddenly looks like this was thrown away as you saw the blood on him. You quickly swam around him in a circle asking worriedly,

“Oceanos? Are you okay? Is that your blood?!”

Okeanos looked up as he heard your voice. He was no longer the small, cute octopus you know him as, instead he was now a formidable, and violent monster.

He watched as you swam around him, your eyes wide with concern. He hadn't meant to scare you with the blood on him. He only wanted to hold and protect you from anything that might harm you.

He nodded his head at your question, and he wasn’t lying.

It was his blood, the blood of his enemies.

He was so jealous of anyone who came near you that he had lashed out in anger, killing anyone and anything that came to you for your help. But you don’t need to know that…

Only he deserves your attention anyway and he will do anything to keep it that way.

Oceanos wrapped you in his tentacles and pulled you into his chest. He wanted to feel your hugs and kisses again. He just wants to feel your love.

You blinked slowly wrapping your arm around him as he pushed you into his chest.

“Are you okay, Oceanos?”

Okeanos voice was deep and raspy from lack of use and his chest rumbled as he said,

“Yes… I’m okay….Just let me hold you, please…”

You nodded your head as he held you in his arms, after awhile he tilted your face toward him and said quietly,

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I was before… I’m cursed and…. I didn’t want you to leave me… I’m so sorry…”

You quietly reassured him that you would never leave him and asked if there was any way you could help him.

Hearing your words his arms tighten around you before he says,

“Yes… only you can help me, (Y/N)…. I need you to do something that only you can do for me… please… I need you, (Y/N)…” his voice was desperate, but his eyes were cold as he wrapped his tentacles around you,

You didn't notice his grip tightening as you agreed to help him.

You wanted to help him so you sealed your fate…

The monster has his prey now…

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Your tail trembled as Okeanos wrapped his tentacles around it, squeezing it tightly as he held your body in place with his other tentacles.

“Hold still, my sweet siren…” he said before pulling you in for a kiss,

Your eyes widen as you feel his long serpent-like tongue slip into your mouth and down your throat. He wanted all of you and he will get it, even if it causes you discomfort.

As he slips his tongue down your throat you begin to tear up and gag. As the tears fall from your eyes they turn into pearls and scatter across the seafloor.

Seeing the pearls fall from your eyes, Okeanos stroked your hair gently as he used a tentacle to rip off your corset before wrapping it around your breast.

You let out a squeak as he pinched your nipple and you instinctively wrapped your arm around him. Breaking free from the kiss you looked up at him and asked,

“O-okeanos are you sure th-this is how to break the curse?”

Panting and his eyes heavy with lust Okeanos placed another kiss on your lip before asking,

“Do you trust me, (Y/N)?”

You nodded your head in response and Okeano's eyes darkened before saying,

“Good girl…”

He lowered his head to take a nipple in his mouth as his tentacles stroked your tail roughly. As he bit and swirled his tongue around your nipple like it was a delicious treat, you moaned and your body trembled. You unconsciously pushed his head closer to your breast wanting more of the pleasure.

Pearls were falling from your eyes in streams as your body got more and more sensitive. Soon a small patch of scales on your tail parted to reveal a small pink hole.

Noticing this Okeanos lets go of your breast that's covered in bite marks and begins to kiss up your neck.

“Be a good little mermaid and don't move…” his voice was deep and raspy as he whispered into your ears,

Before you can ask what he means, your body buckles as you felt a small tentacle force its way into your clit.

You let out a loud whine as you tried to struggle and get away,

“O-okeanos, this hurt… I-it feels weird…”

Ignoring your cry Okeanos held you to him tightly as he curled the tentacle inside you, forcing it deeper inside you.

“It’s okay… you will feel better later… don’t you want to help me break the curse, little siren?”

You sobbed as you held onto him, trying to relax your tail as best as you could. Your tail twitched as you felt the tentacle thrusting in and out of you.

Eventually, the pain subsided as your body got used to the tentacle, bringing you pleasure you have never felt before.

Soon you reached your climax and as your body went limped, you leaned on Okeanos and panted softly. Your eyes were glassy and your face flushed red.

“You can take more, my sweet siren…”

As he said that he slid his tentacle out of you before he replaced it with a bigger one and started thrusting it in you roughly.

You let out a scream as the pain starts coursing through your body again. Instinctively you bit down on his shoulders hoping for any relief from the pain.

Okeanos didn’t say anything as you bit down on his shoulder, your teeth didn’t even leave a mark on his thick skin. Even if it did he will gladly take anything you give him, whether it's pleasure or pain.

As you sob and beg for him to stop Okeanos will remind you that you have to endure this so he can be free from his curse.

Over and over, you tried to relax your body as he assaulted you with his tentacle. You want to help him…

Taking advantage of your kindness Okeanos will force you to adjust to his tentacles, bringing you from one painful climax to another. Before replacing it with one that's bigger and thicker, watching sadistically as he stretched you open.

Okeanos kissed your forehead as he watched you wrapped in his tentacles. Taking in one tentacle after another despite being in so much pain and misery. The pain on your face and your scream, almost made him feel bad for lying to you. Almost…

Afterall he was practically drooling at the sight of you, so beautiful and fucked dumb on his tentacles.

“I-it hurt… haaaa… everything hurt…” you cried out your eyes dazed with pain and overstimulation,

Okeanos kissed your forehead before saying,

“Shhhhh… you will be okay, my sweet little siren…. Now let's do it again…”

Hearing that you let out a cry of fear as you tried to get away again, but his tentacle held onto you tightly.

“N-no, please! Okeanos n-no more. I-I will die!” you cried out when you suddenly froze and your eyes widened in horror,

The tentacle that was poking at your entrance was bigger than anything that has been inside you. Bigger than the few times Okeanos slid two tentacles inside you at the same time. It was rigid and had bumps all across the surface.

“N-NO, I WILL DIE! ITS TOO BIG, OKEANOS PLEASE!”

Okeanos ignored your cries as he shoved a tentacle in your mouth, muffling your cries. His arm wrapped around you tightly as he thrust in and out of you, testing the limit of exactly how much of his cock can you take.

For you, it felt like a slow torture, but for Okeanos, it was the height of his pleasure.

You couldn’t even scream anymore as you felt his cock traveled inside you. You can feel a bulge in your stomach growing and forming the shape of his cock.

Okeanos let out a satisfied groan as he saw the bulge in your stomach. He watched as your body and throat clenched around both tentacles. Saliva and your secretions floated around the tentacles and into the water around you guys.

Okeanos thrusting got erratic as he felt his climax coming and with a roar, he came inside you.

You screamed around the tentacles in your mouth as pearl streamed from your eyes, your body shuddering violently as his cum shot into your womb.

Okeanos removed his tentacles from your mouth and watched as you coughed trying to breathe. But he didn't let go of you as he holds you in place, emptying his cum inside you filling you to the brim, and watching as your stomach start to bulge with his cum.

When he was finished he slipped his cock out of you and you groaned as cum rushed out of you and into the water.

Okeanos buried his head in your neck as he held you in his arms.

“You are so beautiful, my love…”

As he said that he noticed the pile of pearls on the seafloor that has been accumulated in the last few days.

Using his tentacles he picked up some of the roundest and biggest ones, before holding them in his hand.

He seems to consider something as he looked at your abused and swollen cunt that's still leaking out his seeds.

The look in his eyes during that moment could only be described as pure, unadulterated desire.

Okeanos leaned down and placed a pearl near your cunt before slowly pushing it in.

You let out a gasp and tried to move away as he pushed the pearl inside you,

“W-what are you doing?”

Okeanos didn’t answer as he held you down and forced more pearls inside you.

You shook your head and let out a little pained gasp and whine as he pushed in bigger and bigger pearls.

Feeling fuller and fuller by the second, the seeds inside you now with nowhere to go. You let out a little sob as your body trembled, begging him to stop.

“One more, one more to make sure you’re full, my little siren. You can do that, right? For me?” Okeanos whispered sadistically as he held up the largest pearl,

“N-NO IT WON'T FIT, PLEASE!!!” You beg terrified,

You screamed as Okeanos pushed the last pearl into your cunt, he can feel how tight you are. Your body filled to the brim with his cum and the pearls he had forced inside you.

“N-NO NO NO, IT HURTS PLEASE STOP IT!!! IT HURTS!!!” you screamed as pearl fell out of your eyes, your body twitching violently as you felt your hole being stretched again,

“Shhhh you're doing so well, you look beautiful filled up, my dear…”

You sobbed as he pushed the last bit of pearl deep inside you. Stopping anything from leaking out of you, before holding you in his arm and stopping you from moving.

You guys stayed in that position as he waited for the scale around your cunt to move back and to hide your clit again

Both making sure no one will know what happened and to make sure you can't get the pearls out later without his help.

"Do you like it, my dear? The way you're all stretched and filled?"

Okeanos eyes shone with a cruel delight as he watched you try to hide your pain.

He knew you were struggling, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

You would have to accept that you belonged to him now, and there was no going back.

You couldn't answer as your body trembled violently,

“F-full so full, hahhhh~ im so full Okeanos. I feel weird, so weird, I feel like I'm going to melt and break.” you babbled out as your mind was completely dazed and blurred,

Okeanos hummed quietly as he waited for you to calm down, slowly caressing the spot where the pearls were hiding.

Eventually, you calmed down enough for you to ask quietly,

“D-did I break your curse?”

Okeanos body freezes when you ask him about the curse, before quickly relaxing and saying,

“Yes… you did so well my dear… now rest you have brought me great joy, my sweet little siren…”

As you let out a sigh and fell asleep in his arm, Okeanos begin singing a melody to bring you some comfort after the abuse he put you through.

Placing a kiss on your sleeping form he whispered,

"I might not be your love story, but maybe I can be your monster…”

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #yandere x reader #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

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