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kingkatsuki · 7 months
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— heatwave
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I’m suffering through the heatwave over here, and Bakugou is the only thing that could make it better or worse.
Warnings: 18+, not proofread, Bakugou is your roommate, sweaty sex, dirty talk, spanking, creampie.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 3.8k.
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“It’s too damn hot,” Bakugou growled as he lay the back of his head against the couch. Even the soft, worn fabric was uncomfortable against his back. Retaining more heat than necessary paired with his body temperature it had sweat pooling against his skin.
Life as an up and coming Pro-Hero had been rough. With long shifts, terrible hours and little pay he was stuck in this dingy, stuffy apartment. Waiting for the day he’d add an extra figure onto his paycheck to have enough to move out. Things like air conditioning were a lavish luxury that he couldn’t afford right now, so it meant suffering through the torridness with a small ice pack he’d grabbed from the freezer.
The only bonus was having a roommate like you.
Originally Bakugou had been adverse to living under the same roof as someone, unable to trust anyone living in close quarters with him. There was an entire cacophony of issues that could arise from picking the wrong person— from being kept up all night, the mess they could leave behind to having friends or hookups in his shared space.
But you had been a godsend, understanding of his unsocial work schedule and his house rules. You could even argue that you were a better roommate than he was, with his friends delighting in showing up unannounced and causing a mess in his apartment. Something that you were always so understanding of when you’d join them for movie nights or dinner.
You were a blessing. Or now that he thought about it, perhaps it was a curse. Now forced to watch you practically saunter around in the shortest short shorts known to man in a feeble attempt to try and deal with the extreme temperatures. Your top half not much better, the stringy vest top you wore— without a bra no less— exposed your midriff and the cute stiffened peaks of your nipples. Not that he was looking, and even if he was what did you expect him to do.
Rubbing sweat from his upper lip as he spreads his legs wide on the couch as you made your way into the kitchen, his crimson eyes roaming your figure as the shorts hugged the swell of your ass perfectly. Dipping in between the cheeks as he imagined pulling them apart to see what was hidden between them, the material dangerously close to revealing it to him anyway—
You were doing absolutely nothing to help quell the heat oozing through his body. In fact, Bakugou was certain you were making it worse. His cock jumping at the sight of you, pulsing beneath his shorts as his Adam’s apple bobbed. Praying that this sudden heatwave would cease and he could stop being tortured by the sight of you like this every damn day, it was bad enough when he’d catch peeks of you in a towel coming from the bathroom towards your bedroom, or forgotten panties left strewn around. But this? This was unbearable.
“I can’t deal with this heat,” The whiny tone to your voice had Bakugou silencing a growl deep in his chest, watching you hold the back of your hand to your forehead dramatically, “I wanna sit in the freezer.”
“Don’t you dare.” Bakugou knew from experience the heat alone would be enough to shut down the entire machine, and you both definitely didn’t have enough money to replace it if it did.
And that freezer was the only thing satiating the heat so far. Shoving his melting ice pack against his chest, the contents quickly changing form to liquid as he tried to make the most of it before it would have to go back inside the freezer.
“Let me feel,” You came around the couch to stand in front of him, his eyes set in a heavy glare as he tried to weigh up whether it was worth letting you feel how cold the pack was.
It was bad enough having you so scantily clad in such short proximity to him right now, certain he could now smell the saccharine of your perfume as you pulled the top of your vest down, exposing the swell of your breasts as you presented your sternum to him.
Bakugou pushes the pack to your chest and immediately regrets it when the sound you let out is downright sinful. You have to know what you’re doing to him, the way your lips curl into a delicious looking pout and your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
“Oh god, that feels so fucking good.” You moaned, eyes clenched shut to focus on the cool chill that slowly washed over your chest.
His cock jumps in his shorts as he tries to shift his hips to avoid you from noticing the now very evident bulge, the throb pounding through his veins as he feels a different kind of heat beginning to take over.
He should stop here, take his ice pack back and tell you to go and sit in front of your mini desk fan again. Get you out of the room and as far away as possible and save this for another day, a day when you’re both not delirious from the intense heat.
But his depraved thoughts have already consumed him, the thought of your plush body pressed against his while he slides his throbbing cock inside you now at the forefront of his mind as he presses the pack lower. Watching as you arch your back towards it, welcoming the cool chill as you lean forward to splay your sweaty palms against his thick thighs.
And whether he’s delirious from the heat, or it’s the desperate look in your eyes he doesn’t know. All he knows is he’s kissing you fiercely, the ice pack drops forgotten between your bodies in favour of grabbing your hips.
“Fuck,” You kiss him back, words swallowed by his chapped lips as you feel the bulge between his thighs press snug against your crotch.
Your hands reach up to card through messy blond spikes as your nails graze his damp scalp, your tongue swiped against his as he palms your ass. Calloused fingertips disappear beneath the flimsy fabric as he squeezes the fat of it, tugging you down against his hardness as he pulls more sultry sounds from your throat.
“It’s too hot for this, Katsuki.” You whine, breaking the kiss as you gasp for air in the humid room.
At this chance Bakugou’s lips venture lower, peppering kisses along your jawline towards your collarbones until he reaches the hem of your vest. Tugging the fabric down to reveal your round breasts, his tongue pokes out to wet his lips at the marvellous sight.
His nighttime fantasies can’t compare to the sight in front of him, crimson eyes shamelessly ogle your skin to commit the sight to memory as he leans forward.
“Shut up,” He rasps back gruffly while mouthing your breast.
You’re right, it’s entirely too hot for any kind of strenuous activity, especially when he’s sweating so much it already feels like he’s run a marathon. But the way your soft body feels pressed against his is too much to pass up. Especially when this is what he’s been dreaming about ever since he moved in with you, fisting his cock too. It’s too much to leave it to chance that he may get this opportunity again later. Bakugou’s always been a greedy man, and he wants to have you now.
“Fuck,” You cry out when his teeth graze your nipple, pushing your crotch against his with more urgency.
Certain you’ve leaked through the flimsy fabric, desire surges through you dense and fast. A stark contrast to your lethargic movements as you grind yourself down on his lap pathetically.
“Katsuki,” You whine.
His strong hands are doing all the work as he moves you how he pleases. Strong palms pick you up by the meat of your ass to drop you back down on his length. Grinding your puffy clit against his pelvis with each motion as he has you crying out in pleasure.
“Fuck, Katsu. S’too hot—”
You weren’t sure whether it was the humid air permeating the room or the way that Bakugou was looking at you with smouldering eyes that had your body aflame. Muggy, vapid air filling your lungs as clammy hands stroked along his bare torso. Mapping out a course of newly discovered territory as you let your thumbs brush against his pebbled nipples, his chest vibrating against your touch with more sultry groans.
“I know you are, sweetheart.” He hummed, his fingers brushing the crotch of your shorts, “Let me make you feel good.”
“Oh,” You gasped when you felt the calloused pads stroke your labia, involuntarily leaning forward to give him more space as Bakugou began to spread you apart for him. Fingers gliding through your messy folds, dragging your essence along your slit until he found your puffy clit.
The contact had you jolting forward, nails grazing his chest as he focused his attention on it. Circling it tentatively with the pad of his finger as you began to rock your hips back against him, uncaring about how debauched you looked as you began to seek your own pleasure.
“Yeah?” He rasped, and the gravelly husk did nothing but increase the desperation inside you, “You like that?”
“Fuck, please—“ You buried your head in the curve of his neck, your lips pressed against the slick skin as you tasted the saltiness of his sweat on your tongue.
“Please what, sweetheart,” He cooed.
“Please—“ You gasped when you felt his thumb press against your empty hole. He knew exactly what you wanted, he was toying with you.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your fingers.” You were shameless, your hips grinding back against him as Bakugou finally took mercy on you and pushed his thumb into your sloppy entrance. The slightest penetration enough to drag a deep moan from your throat as he kept his focus against your clit, leaning his head back against the couch to try and see the blissful expression on your face as he worked you with precision.
“Got no damn idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” He husked against your ear, lips soft against the shell as you clenched around him in response, “Always walkin’ round in those fuckin’ short shorts got me wanting to bend you over every surface in this house.”
“Oh fuck,” You mewled, already feeling yourself teetering on the edge of your climax as he kept his pace constant against your clit, his thumb positioned to press against your spongy wall as his other hand tightened its grip on your ass. Spreading you open, as you found your bliss, “Katsuki.”
“That’s it, good girl.” He hummed, feeling your walls pulse around his digit as he kept his pace. Working you through your release as he pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your temple.
You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d wished the same, coming into the kitchen to see him still in full hero gear after work. Dirt and grime covering his body as his mask was pulled up over his forehead to show his blackened eyes, bending over to grab the carton of juice from the fridge as he held it up to his lips to chug it. Watching his Adam’s apple bob as the liquid flowed, giving you the perfect view of him as you tried to busy yourself to hide the fact you were blatantly staring.
Or the moments where he’d come out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips to shout at you for using the taps in the kitchen while he was showering. The cheap apartment had one flow of hot water and it shut off that luxury whenever it was used elsewhere. The cold water catching him off guard as he glared at you, water droplets drooling down his perfect skin and making him look more like an ancient god or deity than your roommate.
“So why didn’t you?” You asked when you’d come down from your high.
“Huh?” Bakugou’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt before.”
“I like livin’ with you,” He shrugged, “Didn’t wanna jeopardise that.”
“You wouldn’t have,” You smiled, pulling yourself back from his neck to meet his gaze, “I like you too.”
“That mean I can finally eat this pretty little pussy?” He groaned, shuffling his hips, “Been thinkin’ about it since the day I met you.”
“Later, please—” You pawed at the hard bulge between his thigh, his pre staining the fabric as you pressed against the tip.
“Fuck,” He grunted, shamelessly bringing his fingers to his lips to get a taste of you. His tongue sweeping against his digits to clean them of your slick, “Gonna take you over every damn surface in this house, princess.”
Your fingers curled into the hem of his shorts, Bakugou lifting his hips off the couch to help you drag them down just enough to free his heady cock— the sight of it better than you’d ever imagined in those nightly fantasies.
He was thick and long, bulging veins that forked along the length of him only made him seem that much more intimidating as his balls sat heavy at the base. Neatly trimmed blond hairs decorated his pelvis as they created a pretty trail along his abdomen, unable to resist running your hand along it as his stomach folded at the touch. A sharp hiss sucked sharp through his teeth as you wrapped your hand around him at the base, holding him steady so you could see the tip. The head a swollen pink as pre continued to bead at the slit, drooling down towards his frenulum as you moved to settle between his thighs. Wanting a taste of him yourself as you swiped your thumb over the leaky tip of his cock.
“Oi, I thought you said later,” He teased, rough hands steady on your hips to stop you from moving.
“Please,” You whined pathetically, “Wanna taste you.”
You brought your thumb to your lips as your tongue swiped at the surface, tasting him on your tongue as your lashes fluttered. Crimson eyes focused on your movements as his cock twitched in appreciation, tempted to let you do whatever you pleased. But he’d been waiting far too long for this moment, and there was no way he could wait any longer.
“You little minx,” He groaned as you sucked your thumb, “I promise later.” He groaned, tugging at your shorts, “Do you like these?”
“Yeah, they’re— what the fuck, Katsuki?”
You gasped when you heard the sharp sound of ripping fabric, “I said I liked them.”
“Sorry,” You could tell from the smug grin on his face that he was anything but as he positioned you above his leaky cock, “I gotta have you now.”
You held onto his shoulders as he wrapped a large fist around his cock, dragging the tip through your slick as he felt it catch against your tight entrance. His other hand on your hip slowly dropping you down onto his length as you felt the pleasurable ache of him stretching you open ebb through your pelvis.
“I got you, sweetheart,” He groaned, watching his cock slowly disappear inside you as he felt your warm walls wrap snugly around him, “Gonna take such good care of you.”
You felt hot, the heat radiating from your sex sweltering and yet you didn’t want to let go. The thick girth of his cock filled you perfectly as you felt him pressed against every ridge and groove of your cunt like he was made for you.
Your lips move together languidly, tasting the saltiness from his upper lip as you move together in tandem. Wet and sloppy while his tongue strokes yours, desperation evident by the way you try to deepen the kiss. As though you’re trying to melt into him, to feel him devour you whole.
“Oh, shit.” You choke back a cry when you feel the tip of his cock hit a spot deep inside you, certain you’ve never had something quite so big before.
You struggle to lift yourself up with your legs spread wide over his thick thighs as you grind yourself against his lap. Your clit catching against the trimmed hairs at his base as you roll your hips with desire, your chest pressed taut to his as you start a lazy pace. The scorching heat inside the apartment makes it difficult to breathe as you writhe in his lap, his warm breath fans against your skin almost feels cooler than the thick air clouding the room.
“Kats. It’s too hot.” You whine pathetically, your pace clumsy and sluggish as the desire inside you burns hot and heavy.
“You started this.” He retorts cockily with a smug smirk on his face.
“I did not.” You pout, “This is your fault.”
“Stop whinin’” He reaches back to bring his palm down on your ass in a rough smack, the sweatiness of his quirk has his skin tacking to you as it increases the sensation, clinging to your skin as you gasp in surprise. A painful pleasure courses through your veins as the skin prickles beneath his touch, your pliant walls clamping down around his girth in retaliation.
Without hesitating he reaches his large palms back to cup a cheek in each hand, lifting you up languidly as he marvels the glossy sheen your slick leaves on his cock.
“You just sit there and look pretty, let me do the work.” He spread is thighs wider, giving himself more air as he shifted your weight. Picking you up and dropping you down on his length as he listened to the pretty sounds that spilled from you like a siren, drawing him in and capturing his heart as you pulsed around him.
“Why couldn’t you have got an ice quirk?”
Clammy hands paw at his shoulders as Bakugou repeats the motion, skin tacking to skin as he bounces you on his cock. The kinetic energy builds heat swiftly and harsh as you feel the stickiness against your skin. Your wetness seeps out against his pelvis and matts the hair at his base, catching your clit with each drop of your hips.
“Shut the fuck up,” He scoffed, “You won’t be sayin’ that come winter.”
The thought of having his warm body to warm you during those cold winter months, still being with him then— had you clenching around him.
“Oh yeah? You like the sound of that?” He grinned, “Can feel this pussy clenchin’ around me.”
“Fuck, Katsuki.” The heat was becoming unbearable, radiating from your core as it burned molten lava. The coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as you danced on the crux of your release, gasping for air as he changed tact. Holding your hips tight under sweaty palms as he planted his feet flat on the ground, pistoning his hips up into your pliant sex, “There— oh, god. Right there—”
“That’s it,” He rasped, watching your tits bounce with each rapid thrust, “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
“‘m gonna cum,” You choked out between moans, feeling the curved tip of his cock drag against the spongy spot inside you with each thrust, “Oh shit—”
“Cum for me,” He growled, “Cum all over my cock.”
The tips of Bakugou’s thumbs pressed against your pelvis, tightening his grip as it only increased the pressure. Sweat trickling down your temples as he sent you vaulting over the edge into euphoria.
“Good girl,” He grunted, feeling your walls clamp down around his cock as you willed him to come with you, trying to milk him of his seed.
The pleasure was unlike anything you’d felt before, mind-numbingly intense as you cried out a jumbled mess of his name. Your nails digging crescent moons into his skin as he hissed beneath you, shamelessly searching for his own end as the heat radiated from your body. Sliding against each other from the sweat that now trickled down your skin, leaving a glossy sheen against you both as he used you for his own pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” Bakugou grunted, moving to lift you off his cock before you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, unbothered about the stifling heat in the room as you kept him tight against you.
“Cum inside me, Katsuki.” You gasped a he choked back a grunt, your words all it took to meet his own end.
His guttural moans are sinful, erotic as you cling to him with fervour. Committing the sensation to memory as though it’s the last time you’ll have him like this, as if the heat has him in this delirious state. And maybe it does—
You never thought Bakugou could look so pretty like this, completely vulnerable as he exposes his most intimate self to you. Thick, white spurts of cum spurt from his tip as he empties his balls inside you.
“Fuck, baby.” He breathes hot and heavy as you feel his chest rise and fall against yours.
Bodies slumped together on the couch as you feel the dampness of skin against skin, your vest that now sits useless around your waist is soaked and warm as the fabric clings to your body.
“I’m so sticky,” You whine childishly, making no attempt to move as Bakugou’s fingers trace absent-minded patterns along your exposed back.
“How the fuck dya think I feel?” He rasps, “My ass is stuck to the couch.”
“Eww,” You tease, running your nose along his collarbone as you take in the musky scent of him, “We’ll have to get another couch.”
He catches you by surprise as he presses the forgotten ice pack to the back of your neck, although it’s mostly melted it’s a stark contrast to your sweltering body as you flinch in surprise. Your cunt clenches around him at the sensation as Bakugou grunts from the attention.
“Oh shit, don’t do that sweetheart—“ He hisses, wrapping an arm around your back to hold you tight against him, “You’ll make me hard again.”
Something that you’re not sure you’d mind, even though your body is screaming out for a different kind of relief now. Desperate to cool your temperature down as you scrunch your nose in irritation.
“I feel so gross.” You complain as he gives your ass another playful spank as you barely move from the impact, your bodies stuck together with a mixture of heat and sweat.
“Got no one to blame but yourself, princess,” He groans, “I was just mindin’ my business until you came over in those little shorts.”
“You weren’t complaining when you were balls deep.” You moved your head back to glare at him.
“My balls feel like they’re on fire now,” He scoffs, leaning forward to peck your pouty lips, “Cold shower?” He asks, although he’s already decided he’s showering with you— he’s taking every moment he can with you now.
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iliketangerines · 9 days
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consider the lin kuei brothers growing obsessive over someone and basically imprisoning her?
bi-han is obsessed with breeding the next lin kuei heir, of course. kuai liang thinks the outside world is dangerous and she's safer here. tomas just wants comfort and a big happy family of his own, and the reader can provide both of these! how lovely :)
i think temperature play and mindbreak go lovely with this - go crazy w this prompt otherwise i love reading ur writing
all ours
a/n: mmmmm, dark content my beloved
pairing: bi han, kuai liang, tomas vrbada x afab!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, dead dove do not eat, breeding kink, pet play, pregnancy kink, pussy eating, overstimulation, creampies, somniphila, degradation kink, fingerfucking
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you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and you turn to look over your shoulder
but all you see is the empty living room, and you slowly turn back to stir the food cooking in your pan
the past few weeks, you’ve felt like someone was watching you, waiting for you, like a predator hunting their prey, and you’ve been on edge
you can’t ignore the hissing sound that sounds behind you, and you whip around, wooden spoon in hand
there’s still no one there, but you see smoke rolling out of your bedroom door
you let out a yelp and turn off the stove, hoping that the candle you lit in there hadn’t set anything on fire too badly
you sprint into your room and find nothing there, candle still half-full, and you let out a sigh of relief
but goosebumps trail over your skin, and you turn around and find a tall man standing behind you, masked with feral eyes and gray hair
you try to run, but hands grab onto you from behind and press something against your face
you’re out before you even know it
you wake up with a start, and the world is a bit hazy as you try to blink your eyes open, perhaps it was just a bad dream
you go to rub your eyes and regain your sight, but the unfamiliar sound of a chain rattling startles you awake
you look to your hand and find it cuffed to the bedpost, which you most definitely didn’t put on yourself, and your breath comes out in quick breaths as you pull and tug on the chain
you start to cry, hyperventilating as you realize your ankles are also chained to the bed with little room to move to get off the bed and that you’re completely naked
a slight pressure is on your neck, and you tug at it and realize it’s a collar, like you’re a dog
the doorway to the room you’re in opens, and you try to scramble back as far as you can onto the bed
it’s not far enough as your back hits the headboard and a man with a blue uniform and hair tied up nicely into a bun enters the room
his eyes rove over your figure, and he stalks toward you, eyes not human as he crawls toward you on the bed
you try to kick him to get him away, but he easily catches your leg and squeezes tight, ice forming at the skin and freezing your nerves
you whimper and try to jerk your leg away, ice sending pain shooting up your body, and he lets out a low growl and jerks you toward him
he pins your hands up above you, freezing them in place and you cry as the ice cold temperature burns you, and he laughs at you
he trails his cold hands down your body, admiring the way goosebumps rise wherever he touches, and you squirm as best as you can in his grip to get away
it’s futile, your legs are spread by his hips, and he presses your hips down to stop you from moving
he growls at you to stop, or he’ll do something much worse
a blade of ice forms from his hand, and he points the sharp edge underneath your chin
immediately, you stop and take in shallow breaths as you hiccup and try not to cry as he hums in delight at your compliance
he puts down the ice blade, but it’s just within reach to remind to be good for him
he rubs at your hips and your waist and mutters something under his breath about you’ll bear his heirs, strong boys to lead his clan
you want to cry, scream, fight, but you don’t want to die and so you stay still and let tears drip down your cheeks as your wrists go numb
he trails his fingers down your stomach and spreads open your pussy folds, pressing his thumb into your clit and watching your hips jerk
you try to keep the sounds in, to not give him the pleasure of knowing he was making you feel good, but as he rubs insistent little circles into you, a small whine comes out
he chuckles and tells you he knew you were just a whore, a good little breeding vessel who’ll take his cock like a little slut
you can feel yourself getting wet, and you moan as he dips two cold fingers into your dripping cunt and fucks you roughly on his fingers
he laughs and presses his thumb into your clit, and you start to sob as he brings you closer to the edge against your will
your back arches off the bed as you cum, and your pussy clenches down on his fingers as you coat his fingers in your cum
your head spins as he brings his fingers out of your pussy and shoves them into your mouth, you have half a mind to not bite down and just let his fingers rest in your mouth
he pulls out his cock, and he pushes into you hurriedly, muttering under his breath how he needs to breed you, secure the future of the Lin Kuei, fuck until it takes
you cry as he fucks into you, hips slapping against yours and filling the room with a loud squelching sound
he rubs at your clit, telling you that you’re such a good bitch, such a good whore, gonna fill you up with his seed, have you round and pregnant as much as he can as you take care of his children
you cry as your mind goes blank, and you whine as you go over the edge, he
he grunts as he buries himself deep inside of you and cums inside of you
he stays inside of you, trailing his icy fingers over your body as you try not to think about how you’re stuck here, but your body jerks and twitches underneath his fingertips and keeps you in the present
he starts thrusting his hips in and out of you again, and you whine, saying you can’t please, you can’t you’re too sensitive
he growls at you to take it, and one of his hands go to tug at your collar as he starts fucking into you again
he makes you cum on his cock over and over again, filling you with his seed until you’re just a drooling teary mess and your stomach slightly bulges
he rubs your stomach, mumbling under his breath, but you’re too far gone to hear what he’s said and you pass out as he starts to fuck you again
you wake up, and you’re mostly cleaned up, ice gone
you’re sore and tired, and you quickly fall asleep again and hope someone will come and save you
but no one comes, and you learn that the blue assassin is named Bi Han, grandmaster of the Lin Kuei
you wake up, not completely sure of how many days have passed, but Bi Han has let you out of the chains and explore around the compound as long as you’re on the leash behind him
he brings you to a meeting, body clad in nothing, and you sit by Bi Han’s lap as he waits for the others show
a yellow assassin walks and sees you in Bi Han’s lap, and he immediately complains that you can’t be out, that it’s too dangerous for you
Bi Han growls that you are protected with him around and to keep him mouth shut
a gray assassin puts his hand on the yellow assassin’s shoulder and says Kuai Liang, you should calm down
Kuai Liang, it seems his name is, has furrowed eyebrows, but he listens and sits down to listen to the meeting
you sit silently by Bi Han’s legs, picking at the floorboards as you wait for him to finish up, and he brings you back to your room and locks the door, leaving you alone and chained to the bed
it’s only a few moments later when you hear the door latch open, and you look up and find Kuai Liang and not Bi Han
he closes the door behind him and locks it and crawls onto the bed
you flinch as he touches you
he’s much warmer than Bi Han, much much warmer, so much that it burns, and you whimper at the temperature difference
he laughs and coos at you, saying you’re just too cute, too innocent, that you need to be protected, too pretty for this filthy world
he mouths at your skin as he mumbles the words, and you let him, too scared to try and fight back like you had when Bi Han had first brought you here
he pulls your legs apart and admires your pussy, already wet for him, and he crawls down to place his cheek on your thigh
he places his tongue against your clit, and you whimper as the heat scorches through you
he hums at your small sounds and laps into your pussy desperately, trying to draw out more sounds from you, and he brings his hand up to fuck you on his fingers
you whine at the feeling, fingers thick and hot, as he fucks you slowly, stretching you out for his cock
he looks up at you, and he hums into your clit at the sight of your head thrown back in pleasure
he doubles his efforts, sucking on your clit and humming around it, and the vibrations travel up your mind and make your mind go blank as you whine and cum on his tongue
he moans into your pussy as he moves down so his nose grinds into your sensitive clit and he licks at your pussy to collect your release on his tongue
he mumbles out that you’re so sweet, so good for him, too good for this world, and he dives back into your cunt to make you cum on his tongue, he needs to taste you again
you cry as he keeps on lapping at your oversensitive clit, but he ignores your protests and keeps tasting you and fucking you on his tongue
you can’t think as he makes you cum on his tongue over and over again, groaning into you messy cunt as he grinds his hips into the bed and comes inside of his pants
but he can’t stop even as you start to push against him against all of your training
he doesn’t care, just can’t stop, and you end up passing out as makes you cum one more time on his fingers
Kuai Liang visits you more often after that
and then, the last one comes out of nowhere
you’re sleeping on the bed, cuddling into the pillows as you try to remember the days before, your past life before all this, but the memories are slipping and you can’t remember
can’t remember your home, can’t remember your friends, can’t remember your family, and all the days are starting to blur
and you can see your stomach growing, and by the way Bi Han had reacted at the sight of your plumping thighs and breasts and hips, you know you’re pregnant
but right now, you’re away from the both of them, letting your body rest
until you feel a hand brush over your stomach and something press into your back, hot and throbbing
an unfamiliar voice croons at you, telling you look so pretty carrying children, so so pretty and beautiful, that you’ll make a great parent, so loving and gorgeous as you’re filled with more heirs
he raises your legs up, cuddling into your neck and pressing kisses into your skin as he slides his cock between your folds to collect your growing wetness
he slides into you, and you whine at the stretch, but he kisses your neck and apologizes quietly as he fucks into you
you can’t do anything except take it as he fucks you and shower you in compliments, and his cock stretches you side and full, tip brushing against that sweet spot inside you
you throw your head back and whine as your oversensitive cunt clamps down on his cock and cums all over him all too quickly
he coos at you and tells you that you’re so good for him as he continues to thrust his cock deep inside of you
you clutch onto the sheets as he makes you cum on his cock a few more times before he grunts and spills his seed into you, staying seated inside of you as he brings your leg down and wraps his arms around your ample chest
you sob and whimper quietly as he tells you you’re so pretty for him, for them all, that you’ll give him and the others a big happy family
months pass, they continue coming to your room, bringing you out only if you’re hooked on your leash, and you’re starting to lose your mind
everything becomes harder as your belly rounds and grows plump with Bi Han’s child, and the men grow more handsy, more dangerous and aggressive towards their own soldiers
you cower in fear as they kill one of their men in cold blood for looking at you for too long, and they bring you back to your room and Bi Han stays with you, marking you in his kisses and hickeys
you’re never returning home, and you finally accept it, tears rolling down as your mind goes blank and forgets your past
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"Snowball Fight!!"
Pjsk boys x fem! reader
Summary: [Character] finds you, his girlfriend, outside his door one cold and snowy winter day. You've got that cute and mischievous grin on your face.... What are you gonna do this time?
This writing contains.... Blunt, cute, 5'0 1/2", energetic, and mischievous reader.... Fluff.... Lots of fluff.... More fluff....
A/N: I think I kinda messed up at Rui's part.... I said snowball fight but his part kind of drifted off track.... I do like it though. Hopefully you guys will too. Tsukasa and Akitos part are the only ones that live up to the name tbh. Super proud of Akito's part.... He's so fun to write doebsuhdoamaodb✨
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Kamishiro Rui:
Just as I'm about to head to my room with the soda candy in hand, a knock sounds at the front door.
Seeing that I am the one nearest to the said door, I decide to open it, and am immediately met with Y/N's adorable facing staring right at me.
"Ah, hello there cutie. What brings you to my doorstep? Couldn't stand being apart from your boyfriend for 24 hours?"
I tease, grinning as I place a hand atop her head.
"Actually, I couldn't."
Your blunt response doesn't surprise me one bit, and only causes me to let out a small chuckle.
"Now come on! Have you seen all this snow that's outside?!"
Before I had a chance to respond, I find myself being dragged by Y/N's small and delicate hand, my grin only expanding further on my face.
"Ah, wait, if we're gonna spend the day outside, let me go get my jacket."
I retrieve my hand from her grasp and quickly run inside to get said jacket.
I come back outside seconds later, only to get pelted in the face by a now crushed snowball.
"Snowball fight!!"
My eyes widen by a centimeter for a split second before a teasing grin curls on my lips.
"Ah, so this is how it's gonna be, hm?"
I then duck down, avoiding another snowball of hers as I start forming and shaping my own.
Once I finish making a few, I stand up and aim at the short cute girl that's giving me that adorable grin.
Whack
My snowball flies, and then lands straight on her head, now making it look like she has a melted scoop of vanilla ice cream drooping on her head.
"Whoops, guess it landed there because you're such a shortie~. Perhaps it would be easier to hit you if you were taller. Ah well. You're lucky you get an advantage."
"I am not short! I'm 5'0 1/2"!"
A chuckle escapes my mouth as my expression shifts to a smug one.
"Sweetie, do you not know the definition of 'short'?"
I walk over to her and pat her head gently.
"It means you aren't tall, or below average. Now if you think 5'0 1/2" is average, then I guess you just haven't learned the height of enough people."
"Most people are around my height!"
"Oh really, like who?"
"Nene is 5'1"! And Emu is..... 4'11"? Yeah!"
I can't help but release another chuckle at her reasoning.
"And you think because two of your friends are around the same height as you, that makes your height the average? Tell me, who else is as short as you?"
"Um.... Well, shizuku.... Hm, no..... Honami.... No..... ichika.... She's not either...."
I take a step closer and place a hand under her chin smugly.
"Just admit it. You're short. It can't be that hard, right? Or maybe your pride is just a bit too big."
After hearing my words, I watch her bend down, shape a lazy snowball, and then throw it smack in the middle of my face.
My smug grin only stretches before taking her cold hands in mine, preventing her from forming another snowball.
"Aw, come on now, don't be such a sore loser, N/N. Why don't you stop what you're doing and giving your boyfriend a kiss?"
I lean forward slightly, the snow from before still masked on my face.
"You're kidding, right? I'm not kissing you with that face."
"Well it's your fault I look like this. You only have yourself to blame. Now, come on. Kiss me, or I'll force you to."
"No! I'm not— mmph!"
I cut her sentence short by placing a sweet kiss to her lips, the smug grin on my face only wider after pulling away.
"Don't be so uncooperative next time, dear. There are consequences you know."
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Tenma Tsukasa:
Knock knock knock
Click
A big smile graces my face as I open the door and am met with my beloved girlfriend.
"Good morning my dear co-star!"
"Good morning Tsukasa!"
Her energetic smile sends the butterflies to my stomach, only causing my own smile to grow just as bright.
"What are you doing here?"
"Did you look outside?"
"Uh... Yeah?"
"Then let's go!"
She then grabs my hand tightly and leads me to an open space, not even giving me a chance to react
"W-Woah! Slow down!"
I shout as she almost causes me to fall, her lack of height and her grip on my hand causing me to tilt forward.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
I ask curiously as I watch her bend down and do something with the snow, her back turned to me.
"Snowball fight!!"
It takes me a second to process her words, and a second for me to get hit to right on my chest, just about where the top of her head is.
"H-Huh?! Why did you—! S-Snowball fight?"
"Yes! Surely you know what a snowball fight is, Tsukasa."
"I... Of course I do!"
"Then come on!"
She speaks before kneeling down again to make a few snowballs.
"Fight me!"
She then throws another snowball; it landing on my shoulder this time.
"Alright! If you insist! But be prepared, this star is an expert at snowball fights! You may end up covered in snow on every inch of your body once we have finished!"
"Hehe, bring it on!"
She's got that cute smirk and a handful of snowballs. What more could fire me up?
A snowball landing straight under my neck.
That's what fired me up more.
Oooh, that's cold.
"Alright, here it comes!"
I see her open her mouth to respond, but doesn't get the chance to speak as I launch a snow ball right into her mouth and slightly on her cheeks.
"O-Oops! My dear co-star are you okay?!?"
I rush over to her as she spits out the snow.
"Ptooh! Ptooh! Eulgh.."
"You know, snow is just water, so it's not really that bad."
"That's like telling me it's okay to drink rain water, Tsukasa!"
She says before immediately throwing a snowball on my nose as payback.
"H-Hey!"
Her cute giggle rings through my ears before take I hold of another snowball and hurl it at her. Unfortunately, she dodges the attack and bends down to get a snowball of her own.
The two of us laughed, chased each other, and played until the time for nighttime had arrived.
Being the good boyfriend I am, I walked her home; all the way to her doorstep before she turned around to face me.
"I had so much fun, Tsukasa! We should play again soon!"
I placed a hand on her shoulder before agreeing with her.
"Indeed! We should definitely play together again! Now go and get a good night's rest, okay?"
I spoke before leaning into give her a brief goodnight kiss on her lips.
"Good night, my dear Y/N!"
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Aoyagi Toya:
Ah, it's such a lovely winter day, and the snow really makes it complete— Hm? Is that Y/N at my front door? What's she doing at my house? Is she looking for me?
"Hey, Y/N."
I walk up to her from behind and gently place a hand on her shoulder.
"Is there a reason you're standing on my doorstep?"
She quickly turns around after feeling my touch, a bright smile plastered across her face.
"Toya!"
I feel my heart melt as she pulls me into one of her warm hugs, her touch alone brightening my day.
"Good morning! I came here to see you! Do you wanna play in the snow?"
Patting her head softly, I look down at her fondly as I sway her bangs slightly before placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I'd love to play in the snow with you, if that's what you want."
"Great!"
She then grips my hand before leading me off the doorstep and onto the snow a few feet away.
"So, what snow activities do you have planned?"
I ask with a small smile as I watch Y/N crouch down and take some snow in her hands, slightly confused.
"Snowball fight!"
I stand stunned for a few seconds as she throws a snowball at my forehead, the cold and fuzzy water sending shivers down my spine.
"H... Hm?"
"You heard right! Snowball fight!"
"Ah, my apologies, but I am not very experienced in the area of snowball fights. Perhaps we could try something else?"
"Nononono, you're gonna learn how to play, and I'm teaching you."
"I... You are?"
"Yes. It's very simple."
She then takes my hands and plops some snow into them.
"All you have to do is shape some snow into a decent sized ball...."
She does just that, but with my hands instead of her own. I watch her intently, taking mental notes of her every word and hand movements.
"Now, all you have left to do is throw it!"
Leaving the round ball of snow in my hands, she steps a few feet away.
"Go ahead! Throw it!"
"... Alright."
As requested, I throw the snowball towards her. I aim for her head, but end up throwing the white fuzzy snow almost a foot above her head.
....
"Ah, I'm not really good at this stuff."
"Th-That's alright! Everyone has to start somewhere, right?"
She walks over to me, a determined smile curled on her lips.
"How about I teach you how to throw? See, now, if you want to throw downwards..."
As she speaks, she takes my arm and pulls it backwards slightly, tilting the second half of my arm upwards.
".... You get into that position! Now if you want to throw it, then you just move it forward, then release it with a good amount of force!"
She hops away as she speaks to me.
"Now try it again!"
"Okay."
I follow her instructions and give it another go, the ball landing on her forehead this time.
"Oh— Y/N, are you alright? Maybe I shouldn't have done that."
I rush in front of her and brush the snow off of her face gently.
"I'm fine I'm fine Toya. It's just snow."
"If you are certain. But, I'd rather not continue and risk hurting you. I do appreciate you teaching me how to throw, though."
I place a hand on her cheek and lean down to kiss her sweetly; it's a small 'reward' for her effort.
"Now, let's go get some hot coco."
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Shinonome Akito:
"Hm.... If move this sound over here and take this sound out.... No, I should probably..."
"Akito."
Ena barges into my room, without permission like usual, leaving me pissed.
"Ena, I am not going to run one of your errands again, I'm in the middle of something right—"
"Your girlfriend's at the door."
....
That seems to shut me up as I let out a sigh, placing my headphones aside.
I soon arrive at the front door, wondering what she wants.
"Hey, Y/N, you—"
My sentence stops midway due to the freezing snow that was thrown at the middle of my face.
I wipe the snow off and glare at the culprit.
"... Sorry, my hand slipped."
She then sprints off into the snow with me tagging close behind.
Having approached some of the wet snow, I crouch down and start shaping the snow into a round and spherical shape.
"You asked for it!"
I shouted slightly as I hurled the ball at her, aiming for her neck but end up getting the top of her head due to her ducking.
"Snowball fight!!"
She shouts back before throwing a snowball of her own, landing it straight on my chest.
Ooooh..... That hit hard... Guess I'll just have to hit harder!
As an act of revenge, I throw one of my many snowballs towards the same spot: her chest.
She was a bit busy managing her underwhelming pile of snowballs that she was a bit too late to duck...
Bull's eye!
I laugh victoriously at the short girl, a wide smirk plastered on my face.
After seeing my big accomplishment, she starts hurling all of her snowballs at me, one after another. Most of her snowballs hit me and turned me into a living and breathing snowman. What really hits hard though is when she throws the snowball in my eyes.
Painfully, I back away slightly, rubbing my eyes immensely as I hear her approaching.
"Oh no! Did it get in your eyes? Are you okay?"
She sounds worried.
Good.
"Gotchya!"
I smirk before wrapping my arms around her in a death grip, tickling her non stop.
"No! Lemme go lemme go lemme go!"
"Shut up or I'll..."
I decide to leave my sentence unfinished for now, before diving in to plant a teasing kiss on her lips, slightly flustering myself in the process.
"Or I'll kiss you."
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swanmaids · 7 months
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And when again thirty years had passed, Turgon son of Fingolfin left Nevrast where he dwelt and sought out Finrod his friend upon the isle of Tol Sirion, and they journeyed southward along the river, being weary for a while of the northern mountains... Of the Return of the Noldor, The Silmarillion. for @thelordofgifs. ao3 link
They had been walking for twelve days when they came upon the mere.
The river Sirion was alive everywhere, but here in this maze of lakes and fens most of all. Shining fish danced through its clear waters, and its banks were thick with a blanket of reeds and grasses. The air around it was heavy with the thrumming of dragonflies. It sung too with the voices of so many water-spirits, those Maiar who did not walk in the world that they lived in but were one with it. Finrod who had come of age in the land of the gods was not unfamiliar with such places, but he had not yet come across a place so clearly suffused with life in all its forms in this Middle Earth. It was not so long ago that he had traversed the lifeless Ice, and the memory of its cold cruelty was fresh in his mind.
Speaking of alive...
Finrod watched Turgon wash up by the banks as he stoked the fire and cleared away the remains of their meal- two great silver fish from the river stuffed with wild onion and garlic, and some of the hard bread and cheese that Finrod kept in his pack - and considered his oldest friend.
Turgon looked, if not quite himself, then better than Finrod could remember him having looked for a long time. Though Finrod had missed him at the Feast of Reuniting, the withdrawal to Nevrast had evidently been good for him; and perhaps he could credit himself that their little journey along the river had helped his friend too. His body, starved for so long, had at last begun to fill out; and he smiled more, if usually briefly. He smiled the most when he spoke of his daughter.
The young princess too was beginning to blossom amid the white stone of Vinyamar, enough that she had taken on her father's duties in his absence. Finrod thought that he would like to see her again- she had still been a girl when he saw her last, despite her far-sight and however old she appeared in spirit. He had not intended for so much time to pass without a visit - but somehow decades had slipped by without his notice.
By the time Finrod had tidied away, Turgon was almost finished bathing. He clambered onto the grass, water running in rivulets down his arms, reached for his pack and began to towel himself off. As Finrod began undressing to bathe himself, Turgon was busy oiling his double-stranded twists. He still refused to grow them past chin length - a mark of mourning, he said. His hands moved deftly through his braids, even with two fingers lost to frostbite.
"Are you going to stop dreaming and get into the water anytime soon?" Turgon grinned, breaking Finrod from his thoughts. Finrod nodded in response and shucked off his tunic and trousers.
Standing in the mere, which shone strangely pink as the setting sun relected in the ripples, Finrod could feel the spirits of the River Sirion even closer. As he splashed his face and rubbed soapwort behind his ears, he had the feeling that he was being watched by an unseen presence - but it hardly seemed frightening. Rather, it felt as though whatever was sharing this small part of the world with the two of them was simply gently curious about these new visitors.
"It's strange, isn't it," Turgon said, giving voice to Finrod's thoughts, "we're definitely not alone here."
"I don't think anything here means us any harm, though," Finrod replied.
In fact, Finrod felt more at peace in this moment than he had since the Trees died. To be in a place where the land and the water itself echoed with the music of the Ainur, well-fed and soon to be rested, reunited with his dearest friend - it was as though he could finally breathe again after so long spent suffocating.
"No, me neither. But I wonder what it is about this place that makes it so full of life? We've been following the river for some time now, but this is the first time that I've felt so...surrounded."
"You might be right. But I'm just glad that whatever it is that dwells here is letting us bathe!"
Turgon laughed at that. "Absolutely."
On the Grinding Ice, they had never felt clean. Sweat and grime had built up between the many layers of fur and hide that they had clothed themselves with, and they had all been foul and bedraggled by the time they had descended upon the Lammoth. Now that they were journeying along the river, neither Finrod nor Turgon had gone a day without bathing. At least Turgon was able to laugh about it.
By the time Finrod climbed out of the mere, Turgon had laid out their bedrolls and banked the fire; and was sat on his bedroll in a tunic and with his hair wrapped. Although they had not actually discussed whether they would make camp where they were or move on, Finrod could not disagree with the choice - he was certain that they would find no danger here. He dried off quickly and went to lie down beside his cousin - the buzzing of the dragonflies and the gentle lapping of the waters were having a strangely soporific effect.
"Thank you for coming here with me," Turgon said, all of a sudden. "I had not quite realised how much I missed the open lands and the green smell of the forests."
"You did not miss your favourite cousin, then?" Finrod teased.
"Really, you have to ask? You know I did."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't mock you. I missed you too. It's strange... to have gone thirty years without my good friend, when we lived in one another's pockets for so long on the Ice. At Tol Sirion I kept turning to talk to you, forgetting that you were not there."
Turgon was silent for several moments, and Finrod wondered if he had fallen asleep. Then, finally:
"Come and visit me in Vinyamar. See my city. See my sister and my daughter. We'd all like that."
The evening was not cold, but Finrod felt his chest warm at Turgon's words. "Alright, then. I'd like that, too."
Turgon reached out between the bedrolls and squeezed his hand.
Finrod felt himself drifting into sleep, their fingers still entangled. Around them, the water-spirits whispered through the reeds and the stars glimmered against the surfaces of the pools, creating a vision of unmarred peace and beauty. Held by the safety of the grove and the love of his friend, Finrod's mind gently drifted open, and he began to dream.
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kozykricket · 1 year
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What if the Galarian legendary birds are... convergent?!
So, I made a half-assed post on this earlier, but I'd like to go into more detail Everyone has talked (in detail, I'm definitely not the first to cover how weird they are) about how the Galarian forms of Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres make no sense, especially being called the darn same names, despite their primary typings not even being ice, electric, or fire... only being stretched to fit the bill of ice/electric/fire with: -A cold personality -Thunderous speed and kicks -An aura of raging fire
So perhaps those names make a little sense, given those descriptions, but STILL, that's obviously a big stretch... and they don't make very much sense within lore, even for Pokémon standards. (Of course, that's very much intended to be the case (that they don't make sense) as you'll see) Let's dig into why they are what they are, and sprinkle in some of my own theory.
So, what do we know? Well, right off the bat, the official site for sword and shield says "Legendary Pokémon bearing strong resemblances to Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres have been spotted in the Crown Tundra. These Pokémon seem to bear Ice-type, Electric-type, and Fire-type characteristics, respectively, and so were previously thought to be the same as the Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres seen in other regions. But recently, data gathered from reported sightings and other sources about the Pokémon have bolstered the theory that they are, in fact, distinct variants." So sure, case closed, they're just regional variants that people mistook for being the same Pokemon. thats all. They're just named because they seemed to have similar characteristics... or do they? If you aren't convinced, lets dig deeper. First, take note of "so were previously thought to be the same as the Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres seen in other regions." Next, after you catch each of them, Peony takes a look at them, and notes how they aren't cold, electrifying, or hot in any way. I'll just quote what he says about Moltres.
"So that's Moltres, is it? The Legendary Pokémon that's the embodiment of fire? I definitely see the resemblance, but it's not at all hot to the touch... Kinda looks like it'd be more at home with the punks in Spikemuth than in a volcano, doesn't it? Oh well! Looks a bit like it's burnin' if you don't look too close!"
Their descriptions are just an attempt at justifying the accidental naming of them. "Oh yeah, articuno? uh... it has quite a cold glare and demeanor" sure yeah.
Now that's quite interesting. He says similar things about all of them, saying its "enough Articuno/Zapdos/Moltres for me!" essentially. So are they really related at all? Well for those who read the Pokédex, you get even more hints that they really aren't related to the legendary birds. It attempts to, just as the people have, justify in odd ways why they're called what they are From the Pokédex: "Known as Articuno," "is what inspired the name Moltres" "That’s why this Pokémon is called Zapdos." I think what we have here is convergent Pokémon being discovered by people who didn't really know what the heck a convergent Pokémon was - I mean, if you saw these birds from far away, you'd probably think they were the same since they look SO similar! People just began to call these 'mons the same as the other ones, not realizing they were different species. It's like if no one really got a clear look at a wiglett, and just assumed it was a very shy diglett that likes beaches! Right, thats exactly what the official site says... yet it also calls them vairants... well, I don't think you'd be able to study legendary Pokémon very easily, especially cruel, malevolent, violent ones at that... ...and of course in terms of game logic, this could have very well been a tease at convergent 'mons, and they didn't want to invent it quite yet. So, are they convergent? How do legendaries even come into being in the first place? Am I missing the deep lore on how the Bird Trio was created and this makes no sense? Eh, IMO it makes about as much sense as them being variants. Pokémon lore is weird, and I think this headcanon is very fun, and likely to be true. To end off, I'd like to perhaps challenge you all to give them unique names. I'll reveal my naming scheme and my chosen names right below this
I think for convergent mons, some of the original name should be intact - in my case, I wanted to keep the uno, dos, tres in tact, and combine their Cruelness, Malevolence, and... strong legs? Yeah, zapdos is kinda silly. Ahem: Espicuno (ESP) or Crudicuno (Crude) Maltres (malevolent) Sturdos (strong? sturdy?) or Dexdos (dexterity)
But feel free to reblog with your own names, or thoughts on this. this was kinda... fumbled together with me going back and forth, the overall pacing of this post is sort of a mess... but its still got The Facts, even if they're scattered about. my point stands that its a fun headcanon :p
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mira-meraki · 9 months
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Writers Game: 🎉 💌
🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
Celebrating with boba tea is a must every time! I also try to do something that’ll keep me away from my laptop/phone for a few hours, in an effort to avoid refreshing my stats and fretting that a chapter must be garbage if no one’s liked it in the first 30 seconds. Usually that means going to the gym or teaching myself a K-pop choreo!
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
You got it! Chapter 7 of Break the Silence won't be ready until August, I'm afraid, so in the meantime, here's a longer excerpt with some season 2 Sparxshipping (?) via Magical Regression under the cut:
Bloom stood nervously on the edge of her inner sanctum, darkness weighing too heavy on her wings for flight. But she could see that blue flame again, a flickering will-o'-wisp calling her to the other side. She stood on her tiptoes, hoping to glimpse its source, not realizing that she was balancing on the precipice of her sanctum, just a shade of black delineating the darkness of the ledge from the darkness of the abyss.
Her heart dropped to her stomach when she felt herself start to fall, only to faceplant on a floating rock that definitely wasn’t there a moment ago. She lifted her head and watched another rock drift close until it connected with hers. Then another, and another, until there was a haphazard walkway leading her straight into the void.
Well, there’s no turning back now, she thought.
She didn’t have to walk far before she reached the other cliff. The moment she stepped off the bridge, a blast of ice cold air greeted her, tousling her hair and stinging her eyes. Looking down, she saw icy rivulets flow through a spiderweb of cracks in the obsidian walkway beneath her. Rather than smoke and shadow, her surroundings were shrouded in dark storm clouds and drifting gray snow, so thick that she could barely make out her outstretched hands. Wishing for a slightly more pragmatic design for her fairy form, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and pressed forward into the headwinds. As she kept her head bowed, focusing all her attention on placing one foot in front of the other, she noticed the icy cracks grow wider and wider until they were thicker than her arm. Only when the winds died down enough to lift her head did she realize that she was walking in the direction of a great ice block, one that was broken into a dozen large fragments and hovering in the center of the void. It was the only source of light in the darkness, interrupted only by the familiar silhouette of a tall man in a long coat wreathed in blue fire…
Her heart caught in her throat. Found you.
The mysterious figure, on the other hand, didn’t seem to realize her presence at all. “We had an agreement!” he shouted at the sky instead. “You can’t do this!”
“We can do as we like with you,” cackled an unseen voice that was three voices in one. “If the greatest wizard in the universe cannot defeat the Company of Light, perhaps there is someone else who can.”
Bloom started running toward the figure, ignoring the snow that blew into her eyes. Though they watered in pain, she knew they were not mistaken as she watched the figure shudder and convulse before vanishing entirely, leaving behind an empty burgundy coat that fluttered to the ground.
She picked up the coat before looking around frantically in search of its owner. Then the wind picked up again, enveloping her in a tempestuous snowglobe. It howled in her ears as thunder boomed in the distance, drowning out the sound of her own heartbeat.
With sight and sound suddenly lost to her, another sense rose to the surface of her mind. It reminded her of the tug she felt whenever Avalon would pull her out of her Magical Regression, only now, that power lay in her hands. She cast it like a fishing rod, searching with a part of her that was more myth than mortal, until it snagged on a familiar aura. Deaf and blind, she marched through the tempest without fear, guided by the connection and her heart alone.
When the connection slipped away like thread through her fingers, the storm fell away to reveal a creature she had never seen before. It reminded her vaguely of the gargoyles she’d seen in an illustrated book of fairy tales, only instead of grey stone, it was made of hulking muscle and leathery wings, the same color as the stranger’s coat. He was prone on the ground, face hidden in shadow, and though the cold winds had subsided, he visibly trembled in her presence.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she said, kneeling down to drape the coat around his broad shoulders. “I’m going to try to help you; you don’t have to be scared of me. My name is—”
“Bloom!”
She turned around and saw Avalon standing on the edge of her inner sanctum in his paladin form. Though his wings glowed bright in the darkness, there was a reddish haze around them, reminding her of days when the summer wildfires would blanket Gardenia in smoke and create a bloody ring around the sun.
“Bloom, come back here,” he commanded, and for the first time, she could hear him strain to hide the anger in his voice. “Now.”
She looked first to the paladin, then to the beast. “Wait for me,” she whispered before picking herself up off the ground. The floating rocks bobbed under her weight as she ran to the other side, only to falter when she saw a look in his eyes that made her shiver more than those icy winds ever could.
“Professor, I… I’ve never seen you here before,” she began.
Avalon regarded her coldly. “I’ve never been given a reason before today.” He offered his hand, and she was reasonably sure it was an offer he wouldn’t let her refuse. “We’re leaving, Bloom.”
She looked over her shoulder at the distant shape of the fallen beast. “Not yet,” she insisted. “Please, we have to help him.”
He sighed before kneeling down to her eye level. “Bloom,” he tried again in a gentler tone, “you’re walking through your past, remember? That thing is beyond our help now.”
“No! This is different; he’s different. There has to be a reason I keep seeing him in my dreams, I just know it. Please, just let me try, let me—!”
She grabbed his hand and tried to pull him onto the bridge, but Avalon was the stronger of the two, able to drag her by her wrist back into her sanctum. The moment she stepped foot on familiar ground, she felt his magic descend upon her, like a curtain of night crashing to the ground and taking her with—
When she opened her eyes to the cream-colored ceiling of his office, the first thing she did was yank her hand free from Avalon’s. “What was that for?” she demanded. “Send me back now!”
Avalon let go of her wrist and watched with a cool, detached expression as rage propelled her to her feet. “I can’t do that, Bloom,” he said simply. “You weren’t supposed to be down there in the first place.”
“Why not? It’s my mind, Professor! I have a right to know what’s in there!”
“Except you weren’t in your mind, Bloom. I don’t know where you went, but I couldn’t reach you. I want to help you find answers, but my first priority will always be to keep you safe.”
“And you don’t care about the safety of anyone else? He was in danger, Professor Avalon. Someone was trying to hurt him. He needed our help, and we left him there.”
They were standing on opposite ends of his office, bathed in orange-red light from the setting sun. Though Bloom was poised for combat, crouched low and muscles tensed, Avalon leaned against the couch like they were discussing nothing more than a late homework assignment. He had always been so good at listening to her, had counseled and consoled her countless times, but in this moment, she realized that he wasn’t taking her seriously at all. A lump formed in the back of her throat as she felt, for the first time, that he was regarding her like a child.
He folded his arms across his chest and gave an exasperated sigh. “Bloom, you can’t allow your feelings to blind you to reality. You don’t know if that’s what was really happening; you don’t even know who he is.”
“I don’t care if it’s just a feeling,” she said, all her pent-up anger from the past week suddenly rising to the surface. “You always talk about me trusting my intuition, and that’s what I did! You said you would help me find out the truth about my past, but now you’re hiding things like everyone else!”
“I understand you’re upset, but do try to be reasonable,” said Avalon. “I’m on your side, Bloom; you know that.”
“Then prove it,” she challenged. “Take me back to him.”
“You know I won’t do that.”
When she spoke, there was a pinprick of the Flame in her eyes and an undercurrent of the Dragon’s roar in her voice. “I wasn’t asking, Professor.”
“Goodness, Bloom,” he laughed, except an ordinary laugh wasn’t supposed to raise hairs on the back of her neck. When he smiled, she could have sworn she glimpsed sharp teeth that gleamed red in the setting light. “Was that a threat?”
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groundcontrol21 · 2 years
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Well, now that I am throughly entrenched in the Musketeers, I would love to hear all of your snz headcanons about them. 💕
(Also I hope you feel better!)
Both of my asks I got in response to my plea were Musketeer-related. Y'all know me so well. <3333333
So I've never gotten a snz headcanon question and it always kinda amazes me when people have all these well-thought-out headcanons when I just kinda write snz spellings how divine (or perhaps demonic) inspiration dictates. So these are going to be a bit more sick headcanon-ish than strictly snz, and I'll do my best bc I really haven't considered much about the other characters bc I've been so laser-focused on my man of God.
Sorry D'Artagnan, but he's gonna be the guy who suffers from the man-cold. Y'all got a glimpse of him sneezing in my allergy fic but yeah, he's a real "writes up a will when he feels a tickly throat coming on" type guy. He whinges and whines to Constance thinking it'll get him sympathy but really she's like "please grow up". When he ushers his first complaint at breakfast with the other musketeers, the trio is like "Oh God, we've got at least five days of complaining coming our way". Injuries? He takes those like a champ, even when he should rest. Illness? He runs Aramis ragged trying to keep up with all his aches and pains.
Athos somehow literally never gets sick. This has been a point of contention amongst Aramis and Porthos as long as they've known him because how can a man who drinks so much be so healthy? He'll spend nights in the rain after drinking so much and awake with nothing else but a hangover. Perhaps it's the ice bucket he uses to perk himself up in the mornings; it strengthens his constitution. They've known him to be sick once? Twice? In all the time they've known him, no matter how many illnesses go around the group or the garrison. And even then, it's just the mildest of colds. He just goes about his duty with a handkerchief and a bit of throat clearing, and retires a bit earlier than normal. Of course, he gloats about this all he can while caring for either Aramis or Porthos, teasing them for being "mere mortals" while he is hale and hearty.
Porthos gets sick an average amount. He'll usually pick up whatever is going around the garrison, but it's rare he falls very ill. Still, Aramis will always fuss over him. At first, he tried to hide it when he got sick because he wasn't that sick, so maybe he'd take it a bit easier but there's no need to worry anyone? But Aramis was far too perceptive and noticed something was up and called him on it, and assured him that it was no trouble to care for him. And Porthos loves it, even if its something as simple as Aramis noticing him at breakfast wincing a bit at his sore throat as he eats and asking if he's alright, or just checking in on Porthos again and again when he's definitely fit enough to stand duty, but he's got a bit of a chill and he's definitely felt better. So Porthos is the type of guy who will admit to not feeling well, but won't be overdramatic about it. He knows if he really needs something, he can ask his brothers, and that's all he needs to know to rally him.
And then Aramis, whom we have discussed in the form of fic at length. Despite the fact that I write about him constantly, I headcanon him as the guy who doesn't get sick often, but when he does get sick it's bad. He's not to the level of Athos where you wonder how they are even human, but he doesn't pick up things quite as easily as Porthos or D'Artagnan either. He recognizes this pattern in himself, but because he's headstrong and stupid, he thinks that maybe this will be the time when it really just is a little sniffle and he can keep working and it'll all be fine and no one will notice and he'll be fine... And he's so good at keeping up this facade and keeping himself going out of stubborn force of will that sometimes his friends will even forget he's human too until he collapses.
All of them, though, are definitely guilty of neglecting their own health for the sake of their brothers (of course Aramis the most, I think, since he's got a guilt-complex from Savoy coupled with his identity as The Medic). Even D'Artagnan will rise from his sickbed and care for those he loves, but as soon as he knows they're fine, he will guilt trip them over it.
Another random thing: The rest of them are just so bad at anything resembling medicine that they just rely on Aramis to do the mending, healing, stitching, etc. So much so that Aramis will be sick as all get out and they'll be like "tell us how to fix you". Athos is especially guilty of this, and he has exactly 0 bedside manner bc he's so emotionally constipated.
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5e Nami, the Tidecaller build (League of Legends)
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In terms of fantasy archetypes the water magic is a fairly common staple... shame that 5e doesn’t have many water spells. Regardless Nami is one of League’s staple champions, having been in the game since 2012 and having always been a decent pick if you were good at her. It’s fun to heal and harm with the power of the tides, so hopefully we can make due with what few water spells exist in 5e.
GOALS
People and their air... - A bubble is a good a stun as any to keep foes at bay.
Ride upon the waves - We need to do equal parts healing and harm with a bouncing wave that can sure through our allies.
Oceans spill forth! - When a fight grows dire we need to be able to summon the entire ocean!
RACE
You know I don’t get to make Tritons often, but then again aquatic races aren’t all that common. Well +1 to 3 stats doesn’t help, but at least Tasha’s lets you put them into Dexterity, Constitution, and Wisdom. (And I think Monsters of the Multiverse will give you much more flexibility.) You’re Amphibious of course and can breath underwater, and being used to underwater you’re a Guardians of the Depths with resistance to Cold damage.
You’re an Emissary of the Sea, allowing you to moonlight as a shark caller and communicate ideas to sea creatures. And finally Control Air and Water will give you some innate spells based on your Charisma, which is a bit of a shame given our stat array. But I’ll discuss those spells when we get there. Oh and you get Darkvision too.
ABILITY SCORES
15; WISDOM - Understanding the tides will be the key to understanding our magic.
14; CHARISMA - Nami may be a fish, but she’s a sweetheart of a fish. That, and we need it for our innate casting.
13; DEXTERITY - Something something medium armor that definitely doesn’t hinder your swimming.
12; CONSTITUTION - Feel free to swap Constitution and Charisma but we don’t need the other stats much.
10; INTELLIGENCE - As a Marai you haven’t learnt much of the outside world.
8; STRENGTH - You’re a fish, and an enchanter fish at that.
BACKGROUND
You certainly are a Far Traveler on land, and it’s good enough for our intended purposes. You get proficiency with Insight and Perception as well as a language and tool of your choice. Your feature All Eyes on You will get you around by virtue of being a very uncommon vastaya who scholars and socialites would gladly like to spend time with.
Depending on how common Tritons are in your world you might want to try for the Acolyte background instead, as you are essentially going on a holy quest to retrieve a religious artifact and find a demigod.
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(Artwork Jessica “OwleyCat” Oyhenart. Made for Riot Games.)
THE BUILD
LEVEL 1 - DRUID 1
Starting off as a Druid for now and forever more to attune yourself to the magic of the waves. You can grab proficiency in just about any Druid skill (I chose Medicine and Survival personally but legit all the Druid skills make sense for Nami.) You also learn Druidic to speak the language of the Marai (and other fishfolk perhaps.)
But most importantly you get Spellcasting. You get two cantrips but unfortunately Druid cantrips suck ass, so take Magic Stone to at least have something to defend yourself with and... well I mean Shape Water is kinda mandatory, isn’t it? At least your leveled spells are better, as you can prepare Healing Word to keep your allies alive in the fight, Goodberry to keep your allies alive out of the fight, Ice Knife for some offensive power, and Faerie Fire to surround your foes with luminescent plankton to make them easier to hit. You can also cast Fog Cloud once per Long Rest thanks to your Control Air and Water feature.
LEVEL 2 - DRUID 2
Second level Druids get Wild Shape to turn into an animal although you can’t turn into a fish yet, or Wild Companion to cast Find Familiar without material components. But if you choose the Circle of Stars for your subclass you get Starry Form, which allows you to use Wild Shape without transforming from a vastaya! You can call upon the moon to help turn the tides, causing you to sparkle and gaining an additional effect based on your choice of constellation. Archer lets you deal more damage with your Bonus Action, Chalice will let your healing spells bounce to nearby targets, allowing you to heal additional allies when you heal, and Dragon boosts your Intelligence and Wisdom checks (as well as your concentration saves) to make any roll of 9 or lower on the d20 into a 10.
Additionally you create a Star Map to help find the aspect of the moon. You can use it to cast Guidance as well as Guiding Bolt, and you can cast Guiding Bolt a number of times for free each Long Rest equal to your Proficiency Bonus. Also speaking of spells you can prepare Create or Destroy Water because... well I mean duh it kinda fits.
LEVEL 3 - DRUID 3
3rd level Druids can prepare 2nd level spells. I’d suggest getting rid of Faerie Fire and Ice Knife by this point to cast Healing Spirit for a bunch of healing spread around like waves, Hold Person for an early way to bubble your foes, and Wither and Bloom to actually damage your foes with the waves while healing your allies! And finally Control Air and Water lets you cast Gust of Wind once per Long Rest.
LEVEL 4 - DRUID 4
4th level Druids get the first of many Ability Score Improvements, but I kinda forgot that Druid cantrips are terrible (especially since we can’t take Produce Flame which is basically the only good one) so grab Magic Initiate to actually have some offensive power while concentrating on defensive magics. Take Cleric spells for good ol’ Sacred Flame as well as Spare the Dying to save your ADC. For your leveled spell Shield of Faith can be good in a pinch against powerful foes, even in the late game.
Hitting level 4 also means your Wild Shape can now turn into beasts of CR 1/2, and can also turn into one with a swimming speed! Of course keeping to a half-fish is still probably your best bet, but transforming completely gives you some unique problem solving tools.
Finally you can get more cantrips, and you can replace Magic Stone with something more useful. Grab Druidcraft for some more natural magics (which perhaps aren’t water-based, but you are the resident Druid) and Mending to keep your staff in good condition. You can also prepare a leveled spell but I’d suggest waiting until...
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LEVEL 5 - DRUID 5
5th level Druids get 3rd level spells and we’ll be grabbing your Tidal Wave with... Tidal Wave! I’d also suggest taking Aura of Vitality (ty Tasha’s) because it’s an incredibly strong healing spell that synergizes great with your Starry Form chalice.
And to top it off you get your final spell from Control Air and Water: Wall of Water! Along with Tidal Wave this will let you master the waves by level 5! Honestly if you don’t mind reflavoring some abilities you have a fairly good build for Nami by this point!
LEVEL 6 - DRUID 6
6th level Stars Druids can get a Cosmic Omen to aid them with their quest to find the Moonstone Pearl. When you finish a long rest roll a die (and die will do!) Until you finish your next long rest, you gain a new reaction based on whether you rolled an even or an odd number on the die.
An even result means Weal, allowing you to target a creature (ideally an ally) you can see within 30 feet of you when they’re about to make an attack roll, saving throw, or ability check. When you use your reaction, you roll a d6 and add the number rolled to the total.
Odd however means Woe. When a creature (ideally an enemy this time) you can see in 30 feet is about to make an attack roll / saving throw / ability check, you can use your reaction to roll a d6 and subtract it from the total.
Regardless of which option you get you can use it a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest. And finally you can cast Elemental Weapon on an ally’s weapon (assuming it isn’t already magical) to give them the Tidecaller's Blessing’s to turn their weapon into a +1 and make it do an extra d4 of damage on hit!
LEVEL 7 - DRUID 7
7th level Druids can cast 4th level spells like Watery Sphere, which officially gives you Aqua Prison for all your League abilities! What now? Well I guess we may as well finish the build.
LEVEL 8 - DRUID 8
8th level Druids get another Ability Score Improvement and more Wisdom would probably be good at this point so your spells can actually... ya know: hit? Magic Initiate perhaps isn’t the most useful feat but having good cantrips felt more important for Nami, since you’d usually be concentrating on healing magic.
Well at least you can prepare other spells like Freedom of Movement to give your ADC a Mikael’s, and Polymorph to turn your ADC into a fish. Trust me: it’s better this way. And speaking of better this way: you can Wildshape into beasts of CR 1; even beasts that can fly! It would be pretty easy to find the aspect of the moon if you could just fly up Mount Targon, huhn?
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LEVEL 9 - DRUID 9
9th level Druid: 5th level spells. Grab Maelstrom because if you can’t tell we’re basically taking every water-themed spell available.
LEVEL 10 - DRUID 10
10th level Stars Druids are so attuned to both the stars and the tides that their Starry Form is full of Twinkling Constellations. Both your Archer and Chalice form gain an extra d8, and while in your Dragon form you gain a 20 foot flying speed. (Arguably) more important however is that you can change your form at the start of each of your turns while you have Starry Form active!
You also get another cantrip at this level, so take Primal Savagery to actually be a threat in melee range. And of course you get more leveled spells too! Should we have taken Lesser Restoration before? Well at least now you have Greater Restoration in case of emergency. But honestly Lesser Restoration is probably better.
LEVEL 11 - DRUID 11
More spells, this time of 6th level. And I mean Heal is kinda the only one that makes sense, right? I mean feel free to prepare Heroes' Feast from time to time but all the other spells don’t make sense for a Tidecaller.
LEVEL 12 - DRUID 12
12th level Druids get another Ability Score Improvement which means you can finally max out your Wisdom! And sure you can also prepare more spells (like you should really grab Lesser Restoration by this point) but again there isn’t much I want from this level so...
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LEVEL 13 - DRUID 13
7th level spells time! Regenerate is great to help your teammates stay in the fight but... that’s about it for spells that aren’t just... fire with fire all around? So maybe jump back to the earlier levels for options like Reincarnate? Honestly we’ve reached the point where you can pick whatever you fancy.
LEVEL 14 - DRUID 14
14th level Tidecallers are Full of Stars, resisting Bludgeoning, Piercing, and Slashing damage while transformed which is good to keep your Concentration spells up.
And you get even more spells you don’t need! Just prepare whatever you think would be good in the moment.
LEVEL 15 - DRUID 15
Guess what you get now! I’ll give you a hint: it’s one above seven. Tsunami is a really big Tidal Wave that will do much more than your regular Tidal Wave! And uhhh... you can prepare something else instead of another 8th level spell that you won’t be able to cast.
LEVEL 16 - DRUID 16
Hey look at that another Ability Score Improvement: you’ve probably noticed that uneven Constitution score for all this time. Take Resilient Constitution to increase it and also increase your Concentration checks now that foes are truly hitting hard!
Oh and you can prepare more spells but I have nothing particular to suggest.
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LEVEL 17 - DRUID 17
I’ve been ignoring your spells in these later levels (because you honestly have too many to prepare lol) but I won’t ignore the 9th level spells! Sure Storm of Vengeance is cool and thematic but I’m going to suggest good ol’ Shapechange. Turn into a good ol’ dragon! Or like, a Category 3 Krasis. But you’re going to turn into a dragon let’s be real.
LEVEL 18 - DRUID 18
18th level Druids have a Timeless Body, causing you to age 10 times slower than everyone else so you can defend the ocean without tiring. Speaking of which have you been wondering what you’re supposed to do when Wildshaped into a CR 1 beast? Well at least with Beast Spells you can perform the somatic and verbal components of a Druid spell while in Wildshape. You still aren’t able to provide material components though.
Speaking of spells: more prepared spells which I do not have the energy to tell you specifically what to get. Prepare what you think will be useful. Maybe even prepare a Fire spell.
LEVEL 19 - DRUID 19
19th level Druids get one last Ability Score Improvement and honestly by this point the world is your oyster. Take a feat you think is fun! Or if you want to powergame just take Warcaster I guess.
Oh and more spells too I guess.
LEVEL 20 - DRUID 20
20th level Druids become an Archdruid! For one you ignore basically all the components for spells (which means you can’t be counterspelled, among other things), but more importantly you gain an unlimited amount of Wildshapes! Not only does this mean an infinite amount of Starry Form uses, but you can also constantly turn into wildlife to hide your presence from air-breathing people (and also constantly give yourself temporary hitpoints.)
And after reaching the peak of Druid power you can prepare just about any spell you want too.
FINAL BUILD
PROS
The ocean will sweep them away - I don’t make a lot of single-class builds, which means I don’t get to talk about capstone abilities quite often. Being an Archdruid makes you one of the best casters out there, and unlimited Wild Shapes allows you to dance around a lot of danger. Not to mention unlimited Starry Forms, and 9th level spell slots!
I'll find my path - Starry Form is also very powerful, giving you either a consistent source of Bonus Action damage, very strong healing amongst the party, or insurance for all your Concentration checks. Resisting damage and swapping between forms also helps to always be on the right path towards the aspect of the Moon.
Wash them away - You have plenty of damage and crowd control with your water magic, as well as plenty of healing to spread amongst your party!
CONS
We are all tied to the ocean - The choice to only take water spells is an odd one to be sure. A lot of the Druid spell list is strangely tied to fire or other elements which aren’t in-flavor for Nami. You’re obviously welcome to take them, but at that point you’re pretty much just playing a generic Druid.
Feet are strange - A universal problem of spellcasters is that your magic will run out over the course of a day, and a universal problem with Druid is that most of your spells are Concentration. It can be hard to pick the right spell for a chosen task just to be forced to swap them out on the fly.
My quest beckons - This build honestly peaks around level 8 or so, and while a 20th level Druid is more than powerful you will feel the roleplay restrictions and general weaknesses of Druid around Tier 3.
But the complications of where to go after your quest is too much to ask. Focus on the present and know that you’re on a quest to save your people, not for personal greatness. Use the ocean’s strength to empower your allies and flood your foes, knowing that your greatness is written in the stars.
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homicidal-slvt · 2 months
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"Summer Snow"
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Warnings: Fluff, Toxic Family Situation Implied, OCs
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A young girl sat upon the front steps of the building, a night breeze blowing past as she plays on her own, the sound of her parents arguing echos within the home.
Snow Moon stood on the roof of the building as the pale light of a full moon illuminates him, he doesn't even flinch when he hears the steady footfalls of a pair of heels behind him, knowing immediately who is approaching.
Her eyes watch as the man she knows as grumpy as all hell stands there- his attention entirely elsewhere. She has become used to his distant demeanor over the course of working with him, now taking chance to admire him in the light of the moon.
His short snow white hair is a bit of a floofed mess, the straight strands sticking out everywhere and some of the longer bits carelessly tucked behind his ears, his hands stuffed into his dark blue jeans front pockets. His porcelain skin pale enough it could give paper a run for its money, however then there is his eyes... Always striking in an unnaturally bright blue, tonight though they seem to practically glow.
A puff of breath leaves him and the temperature surrounding them steadily begins to drop, making her shiver as she clutches her arms- confusion etching across her features.
"Ey, Frosty... The hell are ye doin'?"
Being dressed for the warm summer night definitely made the sudden drop much more offensive... Though something is so eye catching about him, his pale skin slowly gains a shimmer to it- a light coat of frost forming across his flesh making him sparkle in the moonlight. It's beautiful. A cold display of pure art... Snowflakes begin to drift through the air, a few catching onto her hair and eyelashes.
"Jesus, what-"
She doesn't continue her sentence as she hears the over joyed laughter of a little girl below, moving up beside Snow Moon to look down as well. The snow is drifting down towards the child, her eyes bright with wonder at the miracle of snow in summertime.
The little bit of snow warms the heart of an innocent kid in a tough situation, the sound of arguing much more distant now...
A slight smirk crosses her face as she looks back up at Snow Moon.
"I see... That heart o' yours ain't completely made of ice, eh?"
"Shut up."
He grumbles with his typically irritated tone, sparing a little glare in her direction... But nothing could remove the faintest hint of a smile he has, warmed inside at the sound of the child below having the time of her life. A much needed distraction.
The world is cold enough in spirit, perhaps a little miracle could warm a soul for a lifetime.
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{I wrote this awhile ago and I've been scared to post it. Idk if anyone is interested in this content but <3 presenting my babies.}
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✨ "Here you go, Clowpi."
Memory of an Adversary
The telltale sound of danmaku filled the air, as did the laughter of a certain fairy. All around the forest, other fairies were scattering as she chased after them, a delighted look in her eyes as the sound of ‘pichun’ filled the forest. The sound of the fairies being hit and destroyed! Of course, she didn’t feel remorse, the fairies would just come right back; and it was their fault anyway!
They had been the ones that had challenged her, after all.
Why, Clownpiece honestly wasn’t sure. Overconfident perhaps? Well it didn’t really matter, they were all pretty weak. Of course, some tried to fire back as they fled, but most of their shots that went wide, and the ones that didn’t were easily dodged. Little by little, as the minutes passed by, fewer and fewer fairies could be seen.
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Still she pursued them, no doubt causing plenty of commotion and noise along the way. This close to the human village, the villagers would definitely be able to hear what was going on. Clownpiece didn’t consider it, but perhaps this was one of the many reasons they were terrified of leaving their village. What was to Clownpiece and the fairies a harmless game of danmaku, the villagers heard as cries of terror from the defeated fairies.
The villagers, after all, had no way of knowing that it was fairies being defeated, or that they were being resurrected pretty soon afterwards. Eventually, however, the fairies dwindled down to the point that Clownpiece had to pause and glance around. Not a single one in sight! She frowned at that, still wondering what the purpose of this entire thing was...
Until she felt a huge blast of cold danmaku hit her in the back.
Of course, she whirled around right away, only to get a snowball to her face for her efforts. “Pffft, hey...!” she complained; it was clear who the perpetrator was now. And it was also clear to her that this whole thing had been orchestrated by the proud fairy before her, the so-called ‘strongest’, Cirno. Clownpiece pouted at the other, and figured out that maybe she was doing this just to prove she was still strong?
Summer was fast approaching, after all. In any event, Clownpiece didn’t wait and let loose her danmaku. Yet it wasn’t enough. Cirno kept dodging past them, getting closer and closer and clo-
Clownpiece yelped as Cirno went through the motions of an uppercut, only to stop just shy of Clownpiece’s chin, and let loose a blast of danmaku right at close range. Clownpiece fell from the sky and hit the ground with a thud, groaning as she stared upwards at the absurd sight above her. Cirno, both hands above her head, and a giant ice ball forming.
“...Whelp...”
And then the ice ball was launched, and slammed into Clownpiece. Much like the fairies she had been chasing earlier, now it was her turn to go ‘pichun’, scattering to dust as she was defeated. Of course, she’d be back eventually, fairies never really died.
Cirno had just earned herself a new rival.
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marginwoman92 · 2 years
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Roofs - Under the particular Shingles - Elaborate Within the Asphalt, Metallic, Wood, Rubber Or perhaps Clay Tiles in a Roof
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Imagine, you aren't standing on your sidewalk, looking at an average house. You see the exterior, the windows, the front door, and approach up above, you see the roof. Will the roof have asphalt shingles? Wood rattles perhaps? Maybe really made of metal or rubber tiles? Whatever you see is definitely where major goes, but it's just what you don't note that really matters. Discover more to roofing than meets the eye. So let's speak about what goes on the subject of, under the shingles. The Roof Terrace We learn to crawl before all of us walk, so when chatting about roofing let's take a start with block one, the surface area area of the roof which is usually manufactured from wood. Your current wood roof floor is comparable to an automobiles metal body. This is installed on leading of the basic house frame in order to give a surface area on which usually to install Shingles. With out a roof porch installed on your home, there would be nowhere to setup your Shingles. 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echovoidheart · 3 years
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a headcanon: c!ranboo's limbo is literally just the End. just a lonely little End island, one of those real small ones. Cold, alone, surrounded by void. home, technically, yet simultaneously the farthest thing from it.
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mypoisonedvine · 3 years
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the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader
summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.
word count: 2.7k
warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation
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2/14 to-do list
get waxed
get Steve out of the apartment
pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th
blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed
be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here
You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.
But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.
It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met.  No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.
Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal.  But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.
Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy.  A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him.  You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend.  It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.
Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances.  But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.
“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket.  “Just the man I wanted to see.”
“I doubt that,” he scoffed.  “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky.  He’s coming over, right?  And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”
You frowned, crossing your arms.  “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”
“... you do?”  His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.
“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”
“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.
“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer.  He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked.  From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.
“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed.  “For you and a date.”
“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”
“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”
“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.
“Okay, that’s just sad.  There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade.  And you’re just as cute as he is!”
“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand.  “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”
You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening.  “You’re welcome, by the way.”
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After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.
It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.
Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.
Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated.  The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness.  It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.
Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm
I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...
But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state.  For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.
The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation.  You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.
The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges.  “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.
“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.
The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend.  Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you?  What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?
"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.
How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.
“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.
“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded.  “You want more?”
“Please,” you whimpered.
He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.
“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition.  It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry.  Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.
You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.
He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his.  Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.
"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.
His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal.  Not that you were complaining!
He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.
"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.
"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.
"So good," you whimpered.
"I wasn't asking you."
Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.
“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.
“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”
“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin.  “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.  And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”
You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous.  "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged.   "If you love me, you'll stop."
"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."
He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.
"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused?  "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."
You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act.  It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already.  You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.
Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be.  "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up.  It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.
You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you.  It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive.  But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.
"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."
Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples.  Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.
You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.
"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged.  "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."
As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.  
"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.
"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely.  Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question.  "Yeah, thought so.  I can tell by that dumb look on your face.  I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"
His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.
It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.
"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek.  Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.
"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."
“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”
“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”
Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.
"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times… 
Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.
"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.
"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you.  "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"
"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"
He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.
You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you.  “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.
“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside.  “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”
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Strange Side Quests
Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader
- reader is part of my Of Monsters and Men series
Summary: After some fortune teller had given you two a tarot paired with directions to a town. You find yourselves on a new adventure, but is the coin worth it?
Warning: blood and gore, fluff, slight smut mention, reader being a smartass, Geralt loving reader unconditionally up in here; also reader is half human half vampire. Enjoy!
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Kicking a rock across the beaten down path until the tiny grey object flies into a nearby bush. You let out a dramatic huff in boredom, how you almost wish Jaskier was traveling with you now to fend off the silence. Then maybe this trek to Vizima wouldn't be so tedious and lengthy, oh if you only knew where that bard had traveled off to. On second thought, maybe you don't.
The surrounding area is forest on both sides, tall trees with leaves turning colors of reds, oranges, and yellows as autumn calls them home to the earth. A brisk wind causes your long dark coat to flap against your legs while you walk side by side with Roach.
The day is bright and beautiful, evening it is with puffy white clouds that scatter across the large blue sky. You absolutely love this time of year on the Continent, and how else would you rather spend your traveling time then with a smelly mare and a Witcher all to yourself.
"We should look for a place to set up camp." Says Geralt, "Looks like it's going to be a cold night."
"For you." You can't feel the cold, however, he does.
Geralt hums, "Then perhaps we could find a way to keep warm."
"A fire usually does the trick. Also no worries, you can use my blanket and coat to keep warm, I'll just sleep naked under the starlight." You add with a telling smirk, eyes glancing over at Geralt who shares a knowing look with you.
"Y/N, you speak dangerously."
You smile, "These are just simple words coming out of my mouth. Solutions to your chilly night problems so my dear Witcher does not feel like an ice sickle. Nothing more."
He snorts, "Yes and the sky is red."
"It could be." You laugh, "I knew a mage once who could turn the clouds green. It was quite something to witness and it was definitely real."
"Well green clouds will not prevent me from shivering if we don't find a place to set up soon."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." You mutter before giving him a wink and shifting into a pack of bats, flying off down the trail in search of a suitable place to set up camp. Somewhere far off enough from the trail where a fire cannot be seen by any unwanted prying eyes, and somewhere that's flat enough.
In no time at all have you located a spot under a thick pine tree not too far away from where Geralt is still riding. Leaving the place at once, you find Geralt again before changing back into your original form to better lead Roach to the area. Thankfully making camp doesn't take too long, because before you even knew it darkness had begun to creep into the valley and away goes your light and the last bits of the suns warmth.
Blanketing the woodland in pitch blackness with lack of even a tiny sliver of moon, nothing but dark sky and earth. Luckily with being half vampire and all, you're able to see in the dark just fine as you would in daylight, the world just appears as cool blues and greys with lack of firelight. So here you are now, on stick duty to keep that fire glowing so Geralt doesn't get cold and start whining about it.
With arms full of dry sticks, you start heading back to camp without incident until you take a step into the firelight that's illuminating a small glow around the tiny camp. A silver sword is sent mere inches from your face, you stiffen before sending a raised brow at the golden eyed man behind it.
"I presume you thought I was a monster and haven't all of a sudden decided it's time to cut down your dearly beloved...Correct?"
Geralt immediately brings the sword to his side, face flashing with annoyance for himself, "Correct. Maybe I'm still a little jumpy after last night's debacle."
You set the pile of sticks next to the fire, "Oh right, that one drunken dipshit who walked right into camp looking for somewhere to piss. Fucking idiot couldn't tell his left hand from his right."
"Next time we don't camp next to merchants no matter how nice they are, I honestly thought you were about to cause a murder." Teases Geralt as you sit down across from him, "You were very close."
"And let's not forget about you huh." You add, tone light and playful, "As soon as that fool stepped out from the trees you had your fists at the ready. I was very impressed. Quite the fast reflexes you have...like a rabbit.....a big one."
He simple rolls his eyes, "I wasn't expecting it.....clearly."
"No, and clearly you're still a bit tense."
Geralt tosses a stick in the fire, "Apologies my love, I didn't intend to point a sword at you."
"The silver one at that." You point, "My arch enemy of human weaponry. The cause of my kinds pain and demise, besides the sun of course...and werewolves."
"Silver." Says Geralt, "For monsters, which you are not."
You tilt your head, raising a brow at him, "My red eyes say otherwise. Maybe subconsciously your inner Witcher is always ready to take me out. Hence why you snatched up your silver blade and not the steel one."
Geralt shakes his head at your teasing, "It's what I was cleaning when I heard you walking back..."
"Ah! So you knew I was walking back, and yet you still drew your sword on me." You point a finger at him, before setting it down while your brows furrow, "Was that a test?"
"A test?"
"Yes. Did you do that deliberately to see if I would do something about it, the sudden sword in my face?" You ask, knowing he did it accidentally though you're having too much fun egging him on about this.
"Well we weren't training, so no."
"Are you certain?"
Geralt blinks slowly before muttering a blunt, "Yes."
You lean back onto your hands, "Yeah alright......so, cold yet?"
"Not at the moment, but I'm sure I'll be soon enough."
You smirk, "If only you were half vampire like me, oh the worries of men are lost to the wind with my life. I have not a care in the world with who I meet or where I go, it's the world who is cautious about me passing through it."
"I am writhing with envy." Replies Geralt bluntly, voice obviously sarcastic.
You nod, "Understandable. You're not as fast, strong, or cunning as I, thankfully you have your fighting skills and bodily muscle to keep you alive. Also you are an incredibly attractive man, but that only gets you so far." You send him a wink.
He forces himself not to crack a grin, "What's that cunning to say about you? Your half vampire, in love with a Witcher. That's quite the predicament wouldn't you say?"
"It is. But who was the one who fell first for the other here? A Witcher is supposed to slay all monsters. Aren't I part monster?"
Geralt's expression turns oddly serious and sentimental as he looks into your gaze, "You are still no monster to me."
"Well, I think I like that answer." You add, "I must have just found the right Witcher when I needed him most."
"Maybe you're right."
You let out a laugh, "You're allowed to say destiny. The word is not going to slap you in the face like an angry whore for speaking it this once. Destiny Geralt. Destiny."
He doesn't say a thing for a long moment until he finally shrugs before saying, "Fated circumstance."
You cackle with laughter, falling onto your back as you hold your stomach from laughing so hard. Geralt just shakes his head at you, smile apparent while you try and regain yourself.
"Fated circumstance?" You repeat, "My gods you're something else.....and all mine."
He smiles at that before glancing from the bunched up blanket next to him then back to you, "Were you serious about sleeping naked?"
"Only if you'll indulge me for some physical pleasure. Just a little."
He raises a brow, "A lot?"
"A lot works too." You nod, standing up on your bent knees as you take off your shirt, "Just keep that sword over there, I don't fancy getting burnt by that silver shit before I climax. Kind of ruins the mood."
He sets his shirt on the grass, "We wouldn't want that. Not at all." ——
Crouched down by a burnt tree off to the side of the path, you poke at the crispy squared chunks of bark that break and crack when your dagger touches it. From behind, you can hear the thump of Geralt's boots against the grass as he dismounts from Roach.
His footsteps approach, as do the mares. Geralt's dark boots stop at your side. "Feels like magic."
You purse your lips together and hum, "A mage practicing fire magic perhaps? That's supposed to be banned..who's to say anymore, some mages do as they please with little regard for others. Hmm, all I smell here is burnt wood and squirrel."
"I was hoping you'd say it was just a storm."
You stand to face him, "It was just a storm."
He gives you a deadpanned stare, blinking slowly, "Lets just find wherever this tarot leads us."
"Oh that thing! Right." You mutter before walking around to Roach's side pack and pulling out the tarot. "This here." The tarot shows a shimmery red background with four rocks floating in a circle around a wooden staff and two purplish white lighting strikes printed on opposite corners of the card. Whatever the hell any of that means.
Geralt's golden eyes trail over the mysterious markings, "The name that woman gave us what was it again? Vizla...Vezlo...Vizeth...something like that I think?"
You shake your head at him, "Well it's certainly a good thing I'm here. None of those were even remotely close."
"Alright then what's the name?"
"Vizima."
"I was close."
"Knowing the actual name would get you far, knowing a variation of the name would get you five leagues in the wrong direction."
Geralt shakes his head at you, "Alright then, do you remember what that old fortune teller told us?"
Flicking the tarot, you nod, "The old fortune teller said we must head to Vizima in search of the towns only mage where we will get all our questions answered." You add with a dramatic flair of your hands, “Then she made her windchimes move on their own, however I cannot do that nor do we have windchimes.”
"She didn't say where this mage is, now did she?"
"First off, if I was to say a random name would you have believed me?"
Geralt opens his mouth but pauses for a moment as his brows furrow in thought, "Depends on how convincing it would sound."
"Well it doesn't matter because the cranky old bird didn't say shit about where this so called mage of Vizima is. So, all we gotta do is ask around which shouldn't be too hard if the place only has one mage."
"Right. This town can't be that big if its in the middle of a forest."
"Right. Easy hunting." ——
"And don't be comin' round here you fuckin' red eyed pointy toothed bastard!" Shouts a bearded round faced tavern owner as he spits onto the mud, "We ain't tellin' you not a single thing ‘bout that mage or his whereabouts in the north end!"
You lend the potbellied man a humored grin as you nod, hands folded behind your back, "Ah wonderful, so it's a he and he roams the north district somewhere around that area huh, very good." You send the angered man a wink, "You have been so inadvertently helpful so thank you and your kind heart for that very very much."
He scowls before glancing at the two biggest men standing in the small market crowd off to the side, they nod in silent mutual understanding before walking towards you. Unsheathing a sword each, faces dirt smudged and less then friendly.
You raise a brow at them, "Oh well come on now I'm just a defenseless woman trying to get some answers." They keep walking, you take a step back, "Okay guys must we do this? I mean I didn't even bring my dagger, can I at least have a stick?" You ask before the curly haired one swings his sword at you.
In a blurred flash have you practically disappeared from his grasp while he swings at nothing but air. Both him and his blonde friend whip around to face your smirking face. You give them a wave, "I really don't see how killing me will do any good. I’m fantastic if you haven’t just noticed and Geralt would miss my lovely face and even lovelier lady par..”
Blondie circles the blade in his hand threateningly, "No one bothers our mage. That's the rules."
You throw your hands to the air in bewilderment for how this whole interaction is going, "Made by who? The mage?" The blonde begins running towards you, he swings but you're gone in a flash. Standing casually off to his right, "That's not very social of him. How's he going to meet anyone new?"
"He don't like meeting anyone new." Grumbles the curly haired man as he takes a bold step forward, "And we don't like outsiders. 'Specially a half demon like yourself." He spits onto the muddy ground in disgust yet again.
You grimace, "Unnecessarily rude. You kiss your mother with that jabbering pie hole you call a mouth?"
He chuckles darkly, "Don't have no mum." They both start taking cautious steps closer, intent to kill apparent.
"oh that's nice, guess no one's going to cry if you're bleeding in the dirt then." They don't have a second to speak as you've already thrown them to the mud covered marketplace. Swords flung across the matted sludge as they both groan and moan in pain.
You turn to face the man who summoned them, his eyes are wide as he locks gazes with you, you take a step towards him while he takes a step back. You stop and tilt your head at him, "Where is the mage? Exact location in this shitstick of a town and you'll keep your cock for another day because don't worry." You hold your hands up, "I don't like to kill people, however I will maim and cut choice body parts off."
The man points left, "N-north district, tallest house there, you can't miss it."
You smile, fangs prominent as you show off your pearly whites to the nervous man, "Now that wasn't so hard." You then give a little nod, "Good day." You add before walking off to find your wandering Witcher, and by the scent of him he's a little ways past all the popular taverns.
When you finally spot him by a stall selling all sorts of shiny nick nacks and beautiful jewelry, he's standing there trying to understand a dwarven man speaking in the thickest accent from wherever he is you've ever heard. By the looks of it all, Geralt's nod getting anywhere.
Approaching his side, you set a gentle hand upon his right armored shoulder when he gives you a warning look until he realizes it's just you. You hand him a grin, "Making friends are we?"
"No." He grumbles out.
"Buying me something pretty then?" You tease, "Something big and sparkly for a royal lady of the court, a stand out admirable gem. Fit for a princess.." You lean in to whisper, "..which is what I am. I believe I deserve it, by law and by my blood." You are the daughter of the vampire queen after all, however that doesn't get you far with this type of crowd.
Geralt raises a brow, "And what would you do with a.." His golden eyes wander over the table of jewelry then to the hanging necklaces as he reaches a hand out to hold one dangling from a hook, "...one of these?"
"Wear it. What else would I do with it?"
He lets it go, "Alright. Oh I had forgotten, we don't have the coin."
You press a finger into his leather armored chest, "You don't have the coin."
He smiles a pursed lipped grin at your theatrics, you're just stalling to find that mage since you have a deep rooted love/hate for them in general. Geralt removes your hand from his chest, "Another time." He says before looking at the dwarven man, "Not today, we have somewhere to be."
"Oi yuh relvy? Wecha beva couym ack." He rambles with a nod. Both you and Geralt wander elsewhere, leaving the jewelry stand to round a corner and talk to one another somewhere quieter.
The two of you face each other, "You found where the mage lives didn't you?" Implores Geralt as your brows furrow.
"Did you understand a single word that guy said?"
He takes your hands with his in an attempt at getting you to focus, "Y/N, I know you found where the mage lives."
"How would you kn.."
"That vendor was exclusively selling silver jewelry."
You open your mouth to speak but stop and look off to the side, "oh." Your eyes wander around the vendor lot until you face him again, "Hadn't noticed."
He holds back a grin, "Now where is the mage?"
Your face falls as you then show off a scowl, "He is located in the north district, yunno only big pointy tower in the whole section? Oddly resembles an erect penis, that one?"
Geralt snorts, "Yes I remember seeing it."
"I like to think every mage held up in their prick tower is a reflection of their own personal attitude...which is they're all pricks and we cannot trust them." You point, "Most of them at least."
Geralt nods, "Yes. Now let's go find this prick. Shall we?"
You cross your arms and look from him to the path ahead and then back to him again, "Fine. But you're knocking." ——
Thud. Thud. Thud.
You stand off to the side, arms crossed defensively while your snowy haired Witcher knocks on the giant mahogany door covered in vines, using the doors metallic gargoyle head to create such ruckus. Staring back at him with its two dark beady stone eyes and ugly little face, you wish to punt this doorknocker into a pond.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Geralt releases the gargoyle head and takes a step back, soon the twisted vines guarding the massive door move like snakes before receding from their post up into the doorways overhang. You can hear footsteps on the other side when they halt abruptly at the entrance way, whoever it is remains unseen. The door shimmers a sapphire hue before rippling colors of lapis lazuli as a blurred body forms from within.
Out pops a tan skinned elven boy, glancing curiously between the two of you with his big opal eyes that flicker with every color of the rainbow. "I am Fyrn of the Nimnar Valley. Welcome Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher....and Y/N of Alcatraz, daughter of the Vampire Queen. He has been expecting your arrival."
Both you and Geralt share a mutual look as you then take a threatening step forward, "Does this he of great mysterious title have a name?" The eleven boy simply smiles, he nods, fingers folding together as his eyes trail from Geralt to you.
"He does. But only he can tell you. Now please, come with me." Directs the elven boy Fyrn as he then disappears into the enchanted door. Fucking mages and their magic entranceways.
"Ladies first." Teases Geralt as he points a hand like a polite butler. Setting a hand upon your hip, you tilt your head at him while he simply shrugs, "I knocked first."
Shaking your head at him, you push him back when he makes an attempt to go forward so that you disappear first into the shimmering door of sapphire. Geralt just holds back a laugh while he follows you through the magic door.
After a brief trek to the mages chambers on the second floor, Fyrn knocks on a door of pure oak with strands of gold woven in clusters here and there. Nothing is heard on the other end until he speaks a word in elvish, only then does the door open. He ushers you both inside and just like that does he vacate the area.
Leaving you and Geralt in a giant study filled high with books to either side and a ginormous stained glass window on the center back wall depicting a beautiful woman with wings of black webbing spread behind her. She stands on a bed of skeletons, one arm filled with roses as the other holds delicately a dagger resembling yours.
All around her are colors of purples, blues, reds, and blacks; footsteps are heard on your right, you turn to see the owner. A man as tall as Geralt stands in long robes of dark reds and blacks though his body is noticeably leaner. Hair black, beautiful and long, eyes the color of fire embers he smiles at the two of you warmly. You take notice of an obsidian staff in his right hand, you immediately tense.
The mage rests a hand on his heart before directing it towards you two as a form of greeting, "This is a good day indeed. I have awaited your arrival for many moons and countless suns, I am glad you are here at last." Speaks a soft velvety voice, this mage looks more like a pretty elf then anything human.
"Why has our tarot brought us here?" You ask, "What do you want?"
He smiles, "I will tell you shortly. In the meantime I believe I owe you my name...I am Saraphim of Vizima, mage to this lovely residence and all her people within." Lovely people may be a stretch.
"Very nice." You interrupt, "Now, the reason for us being here? Why the fuck did some fortune teller say Vizima and this here tarot shows us these sticks and shit? Also why us?" You ramble when he brings his hand up to shush you.
"A Witcher knows how to handle a magical situation out of my grasp. However a creature such as yourself can kill it like a deadly adder....especially someone with your kind of gift." Says the mage Saraphim knowingly, "You have what is needed to kill a certain kind of being where it stands, and save countless life in the process."
Geralt grumbles, "Enough with the riddles and mysteries tell us what you want and why our tarot led us to you?"
"There is a rival mage hiding like a coward in the ruins of Vaska three miles east of here, she has stolen a prized artifact of mine and to protect herself has created a golum. If you kill this stone monster I will reward you greatly, and if you are able to kill the mage I will reward you tenfold." Presents Saraphim as he wanders to the center of the room to open up a book laying on a large table holding other various magical type trinkets and other things.
"We'll do it."
He raises a brow at your quick words, "As I expected so."
"Now answer us this." Says Geralt, "How are we to properly kill this creature? They can't be killed by simple swords and arrows."
"No. No they cannot." His ember eyes trail over to you, "You know who this winged woman is?" He looks up at the stained glass.
Your eyes study the colorful piece, "I assume you're going to tell me."
He chuckles lightly, "She is the Vampire Queen, your mother."
"Her hair is longer." Why are you not surprised?
"So it is. I have heard stories of her, fantasized about walking in her court and claiming a title of mage of Alcatraz, being by her side." He says breathless, eyes turning back to you as he snaps back to reality, "Those were just childish fantasies of course. A court of vampires would be no good company for me, so here her beauty remains...and here you stand. Most certainly a close image of her greatness."
"Well I'm certainly not going to fuck you if that's what you're thinking."
Saraphim's eyes widen in embarrassment, "Oh no, no, you misread me my dear princess. I simply admire your mother's great influence and power...you see, I admire the beings of your kind. They are exquisite creatures who walk this Continent, the rulers of the night, beings of beauty and power." He takes a step forward, "And you, you are the most powerful of them all. Half human, half vampire, you walk like a wolf amongst sheep. Never to be broken by the sun.."
"Yes yes I'm very flattered, and a tad weirded out. Now what do you actually want of me?"
Saraphim takes a step back, "May I see your tarot?" You nod before quickly fishing it out of your leather gauntlet and handing it to him. "You see here? The lightening bolts, yes?"
"Hard to miss." Mutters Geralt, feeling a bit more protective over you even though this mage means no ill intent for you. Nor does he appear to be attracted to you.
"Yes good. Well, as it turns out. In order to destroy a stone golum crafted by a witch, wizard, or mage...only lightening magic can do what is necessary."
Geralt's brows furrow, "We don't posses such power."
Saraphim points to the lightening before handing the tarot back to you, "The gift I was speaking of earlier, Y/N's dark gift.." He gives Geralt a quizzical look like this white haired man knows a thing, the Witcher simply hums while the mage nods at this, "..every vampire or dhampir is born with a dark gift. For some it is taking the form of a beast, perhaps manipulation of a humans will, or to read the minds of others. For Y/N here, she needs no magical training..."
"Lightening." Geralt's eyes are on you in a second, "How could I have forgotten?"
You shrug, "I never need to use it.....well apparently until now."
Saraphim smiles, "Precisely. Now can you two do this for me is the final question I ask? After all that I have said?" ——
Throwing a pine cone in the air as you walk beside your Witcher and Roach, you catch the thing once again, completing your rhythm as you go. An almost annoyed scowl marked onto your features while you take a second to breath from your ramblings about the unfriendly tavern goers and the mage. Who has summoned you two for this quest.
You throw the pine cone into the bark of a tree, "Can you do this for me? He says, can you do this because I'm too much of a lazy little fuck to do it myself. Oh, my pretty robes, oh no ahh dirt get it away from me." You add dramatically, flailing your arms like a fearful maiden as you regain your composure, "What do we look like? A courier service for monster hunters?"
Geralt laughs from atop of Roach, "He wants this done for the safety of Vizima, these old ruins are sacred ground to them. And anyways, we need to kill the mage and bring back the artifact."
"He can kiss my ass."
Geralt hums, "He was kind, and seemed to have good intentions."
"He's a loner obsessed with vampires."
"Everyone has a quirk."
You throw him a look, "Yeah alright and what's yours oh great and mighty Witcher who doth know it all?"
"You tell me." Counters Geralt with a friendly smile, enjoying when there's a given moment to challenge you.
"Hmm. Let me see here, oh I know, for one you talk to that horse whenever I'm elsewhere. Oh and you always pat down your bed before laying down..ha like a cat.....and you always stand a bit in front of me when you think I need protection."
"Do I?"
"Yes. Clearly I can handle myself, however I find it adorable so I don't mind." You admit as he shys away with a small grin, golden eyes trained to Roach's leather reins in his gloved hands.
"Hey I think we're at the ruins." He looks up to find an opening in the woodland, a large overgrown field with massive broken chunks of grey stone placed methodically about. Like they are a far off memory of castles long ago.
He clicks his tongue for the mare to halt, "I believe you're right." He then slips from the saddle to stand next to you, "I'll tie her up and then we'll find this damn golum."
You nod before slipping into the woodland in search of some viable sign that a golum is indeed here and not just a dramatic fabrication of a paranoid mage. You walk over some roots jutting out of the earth before kneeling behind a square hunk of stone covered in patches of moss.
In no time does Geralt find himself crouched down next to you, sword out and ready while his golden eyes scan the area ahead. It's not anything too out of the ordinary by any means, the ground is large and open with knee high grass. Stone placed around like they could have been either religiously settled there or are the aftermath of hundreds of years of abandonment.
There is not a place around where a suitable house for a hidden mage could be found. Geralt nudges your side, "Can you see anything I can't?"
"No."
"Smell anything odd?"
"Besides Roach all I can smell is grass and bird shit." You mutter, "Let's get a closer look. Maybe Saraphim was fucking with us just so he could meet me."
"Maybe." Says Geralt as he looks to you, "Have you ever seen a golum?"
"No, just gargoyles. The two are very different though even if they're both creatures of stone." You add, "However I don't think golums can be reasoned with." You stand and jump over the stone edge as Geralt follows suite.
You stand in the knee high grass with him a few feet away by your side, sword at the ready while his eyes trail over the ruins. You look over at him, "I'm going to take a look around, give me a minute and I'll tell you what I see." The Witcher gives a mutual nod as you shift into a pack of bats.
The dark winged creatures flap and squeak as you navigate your way through the old ancient ruins. You fly quickly past downed trees, more field, and a plethora of other ruins with a single one imprinted with a strange marking on it. Revealing a pyramid with two sticks coming out of the top making a v towards the sky. Whatever the hell that means.
Geralt waits patiently where you left him, eyes and ears cautious for trouble as he spots your pack of bats flapping through the ruins headed for him. Soon does the pack lower for the ground as a black mist engulfs them resulting in your beautiful face greeting him yet again.
"See anything?"
"Nothing of any significant but a weird rune I've never seen before. Other then that I really am starting to believe that mage was fucking with us." You mutter before picking up a rock, "I mean, we should have seen a golum by now right? They're made of stone, sticks, and magic..not to mention are fucking huge. How the fuck have we not seen one yet!" You shout in frustration before launching the rock into a large boulder.
The grey object explodes, leaving a small dent in the stones side from the force of your supernatural strength. Geralt drops his hand to his side, "Maybe shout that louder next time."
You scowl at his sarcastic tone, "Alright Witcher what do you got?"
He leans the sword against his shoulder, "Saraphim told us a bit more if you remember.."
"I do.." You pause as your gaze diverts from his, "..maybe I don't because I was too interested in his collection of troll skulls."
Geralt hums, "Well he said in order to wake a golum who's asleep, which I'm assuming is in our best interest here, it must be shot with lightening. A lightening rod and a storm is in order for this to occur, however we are lucky enough to have you."
"Right. Right I knew that, I remember now..it's all coming back to me." You nod as he gives you an unconvincing look, "Now where is this golum huh? So many boulders and ruins here, a stone beast can't be that difficult to find. It's literally a tall humanoid made of stone! Fuck this!" You shout, deep irritation flowing through your body as your fists clench.
Geralt sheathes his blade before walking over to rest a hand on your shoulder, "Maybe the one stone with the rune is our golum. Lead us there and that's where we'll start."
You take a breath, "Alright. It's this way." He follows your lead until you stop at the huge boulder appearing rather unassuming in the grass.
He stands off to the side while you ready your stance a couple yards away, "This better be the fucking golum." You grumble before closing your fists and opening them again to purple flashes of lightening crackling in your palms.
Geralt hides halfway behind an old tree as he watches you bring your hands together before yelling and throwing your arms towards the boulder. Lighting kisses the air as it crackles across the short distance to the stone before crashing into it.
Stone breaks and flies away from the point of impact as you call more lighting to the area for a couple seconds more until you close your fists again, dissipating away the lightening. Breathing a bit heavier now, you tilt your head curiously at the unmoving boulder of rock.
You turn to face Geralt across the small grassy field, "What do I have to do to wake up this damn golum! Tickle it?" You open your mouth to speak more when a crumbling sounds from behind you.
Geralt's golden eyes widen as he steps into the opening, you twist around to watch as a ginormous stone golum creaks and crumbles to life. Standing at around three elk high; the monster appears humanoid with its big stone body. However it's facial features must have been half-assed in the crafting process, as it's face is a pebbly mess.
Whatever it has for sufficient eye sockets trains itself onto your puny form, the stone snorts a dusty mist of dirt as it takes a single step with its huge boulder of a leg. The ground practically shakes as you take a cautious step back, the golum stops and stares down at you.
"Uh Geralt." You mutter nervously, "What do I do now?"
"It can only be killed by a lighting strike."
"Just one?" You swallow as the golum studies if you're friend or foe.
"Three strikes."
Your face falls as you turn your head to then glare at your Witcher, "THREE? THREE FUCKING STRIKES?" You can't help but shout. He's about to answer you when a groaning roar pierces the air, you turn to face the golum. Anger clear on its big ugly face.
The stone beast takes another thundering step forward, man sized arm swinging down towards you right after to wipe your tiny life from this plane of existence. Anticipating this, supernatural reflexes have you standing next to Geralt as the golums huge paw swats nothing but tall grass where you once stood.
The Witcher gives you a double take when he realizes you're right next to him, "Y/N?"
You give him a glance, "What?"
He nods towards the grumbling golum of confused angry stone, "Kill it." You send him a bewildered look as the stone humanoid starts walking closer.
"And what are you going to be doing? Sitting back on a bed of flowers as a forest nymph feeds you grapes naked?"
"Preferably yes."
You shake your head at him as the blundering golum raises its arm to kill you two, in a blurred flash is Geralt and yourself safely atop a tall overturned boulder. "Fine then you handsome cunt I'll do it myself, stay here and don't get killed." He feels the ghost of a kiss as your body materializes into a pack of bats.
In seconds are you swarming around the annoyed golum while he raises his heavy rocky arms to do some damage. Not making any apparent contact with a single bat, the golum becomes even more enraged and roars. Put off by the sudden belching scream of lion-like fury, you vacate the air before materializing on the ground a few feet away.
"Look here you fucking piece of birdshit! Hello there! That's right pay attention to me, just me." The golum takes a step towards you, "That's right, let's go. You and me!" He throws a hand up just as you launch a crackling burst of lightening straight into his center chest. He yells mightily, staggering back like a drunken fool.
Geralt watches from a safe distance as you jump with excitement, he's subconsciously smiling at your theatrics when you land another blow to the pissed off golum. Then just like that do you throw a bolt of electricity straight through the stone monsters stomach. It groans miserably, holding its hollowed out tummy as it then breaks apart where it stands.
Smiling victoriously down at the crumbling stone, Geralt finds himself by your side, "Nicely done." He praises with a genuine grin at your impressive feat.
"Yes I know." You teasingly boast, "Now lets find that fucking mage."
A stick snaps. Out from the woodland does a woman with tangled grey hair step into view, a staff of ebony in her left hand. Eyes of light blue almost glow as they trail from Geralt to you and back again. She smiles grimly, "That was my guardian. Why have you strangers come into my territory?"
"A mage has sent us in search of something you have stolen." Answers Geralt truthfully.
A flicker of hatred flashes through her pale eyes, "Saraphim." She hisses with malice, "And he has sent me two hunters to do his bidding. Clever, last time he sent a party of mercenaries that didn't last longer then a wolf's cry. Nonetheless you will not leave this place with the Neh'tza sephira."
An enchanted stone? That's what the mage in Vizima wants, whatever gets you coin then.
"Hand us over the magic rock and you keep your life."
She scowls at you, staff pointing in your direction, "I think not you undead halfbreed."
Your crimson eyes darken, in a blurred flash do you disappear before halting all movements a few feet to her left. Your hair and clothing sways when you stop to look at the mage. She stands there, eyes wide in shock as a waterfall of blood flows out of her slit throat. Her staff falls to the earth.
She sputters and gags, gasping for breath that never comes while her hands try desperately to stop the bleeding. It seeps through her fingers as you clean your dagger in the grass. Geralt races to her side, "Where is the sephira!" He shouts as she falls to her knees.
He kneels down as she smiles a sick grin, blood still trailing down her neck and hands as it stains her clothing and the grass below. She gargles on broken words of hatred while you walk over to his side. She eyes you fiercely. You point the tip of your blade at her temple.
"I'll make it a quick passing if you tell us where it is. Point to it if you must." She simply slumps to the ground, hands still around her bloody throat as she chokes on laughter.
You unsheathe your dagger before kneeling down to rip off a piece of her clothing's fabric, standing once more, you drink in the scent. Blinking, your eyes gaze up at the woods to find an aurora of her scent leading the way. Perfect.
You glance down at the dying mage, "Sorry about that.....and uh, don't haunt this place or I'll have to kill you again." She smiles a bloody grin up at you before releasing her hands from the slice in her skin. Blood oozes out, the sweet scent causing you to almost drool. She knows what she's doing.
Geralt, eyes flickering between the two of you quickly stands to grab your forearm, "Y/N. Let's go." Your eyes snap up to meet his, "Lead the way." He says, doing all he can to prevent you from ripping the mage to shreds from a sudden spell of bloodlust.
You swallow, "Right. The magic rock." Leading him away towards the forest as your vampiric instincts fight internally within you to stay and feast. Gods the things you do for coin. ——
Bursting through the doors of Saraphim's study, he jumps, dropping a book onto his desk before whipping around to see what all the commotions about. Once his ember irises fall upon your self assured face and that of Geralt's, he relaxes once more.
"You two have survived." He says almost surprised, "This is most fortunate news. Do you have what I asked?"
"Do you have our coin?"
He nods, "Of course." Eyes set to the elven boy by the door, "Fyrn retrieve our friends gold they have rightly earned." The opal eyed boy bows respectfully before disappearing down a hallway.
Saraphim looks expectantly at the two of you, "May I see this object for myself, I must know it is safe and true."
"You mean this magical rock?" You hold up a black sack, undoing the tie as you pull out a rock with a peculiar rune engraved into it. "It's not much but stone."
His eyes light up with excitement, "So you have." He takes a couple steps forward before hesitating, "May I?" He asks.
You hold out the rock, "Please. We've dealt with enough rocks for awhile, I don't care why you needed this and I certainly don't care for an explanation into whatever the fuck this artifact does for you." He takes the rock as you cross your arms, "We'll be satisfied with our coin and gladly to never cross paths with you ever again."
"Very well, I will not bore the lady dhampir and her Witcher of Kaer Morhen any longer then necessary." Agrees the dark haired mage as his elven apprentice walks into the room, "Oh good, Fyrn would you give them their dues."
The elven boy hands each of you a sack of coin, big enough to fit nicely in the whole extent of your hand. You throw the sack up, catching it soon after as you then shake the sack to hear the distinctive jingle of coins. "Very nice indeed."
"Yes." Says Geralt, "It was a pleasure to meet you Saraphim, but we must be going now. Good day."
"Yes, good day and goodbye." You add with a wave of your hand, feet already leading you towards the door.
"Safe travels." He calls after, though you've already made it down the hallway.
What a trip that was.
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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years
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It’s blue again with a prompt for u: villain gets captured and tortured by hero and escapes, extremely drugged, and shows up on the doorstep of supervillain (who they are absolutely terrified of) because they have nowhere else to go
🥺🥺🥺 This is such a cute prompt. I hope I did it justice! Thank you fren blue!
CW//Injuries, implied past strangulation, hypothermia, drugging
When one is busy, it is terribly easy to forget, and calling Supervillain anything but busy would be either an understatement, or, perhaps, an insult.
Such was the case when one was the most powerful villain in Metropolis after all. They'd long since given up any semblance of free time. And, yet, as of recent, they had managed to have their schedule even more full than usual.
If there was one thing Supervillain didn't like, it was prison. If there was another, it was the fact that the city's heroes had spent the last few weeks carrying out an all-out war against those who opposed them. Their goal was ludicrous, and yet, at the same time, very, very clear.
Their target? Every villain in the city. Each and every one, taken into captivity. Within the past few weeks, nearly everyone that they kept contact with had scattered like rats into the city floorboards.
But Supervillain was not so cowardly. Not so quick to break and flee. No, that was what kept them at the top of the pecking order. The situation didn't matter-- they weren't leaving their lair. And, so far, they'd fended off the many attacks that had pounded against their walls.
So far.
Regardless of method, unlike their opponents, the city's villains were smart. They knew how to disappear when they had to.
When they had enough warning.
With just how chaotic the last few weeks had been, they had nearly forgotten just how the whole situation had began. The only warning sign that any of them had had-- The fall of a friend.
Well, maybe not a friend. But an ally, surely.
Villain. They had all been too busy. They'd forgotten young Villain, plucked from their home in a siege, broadcasted for all the world to see. It was a tragedy, but sometimes, people died. That was how the world worked.
People died.
They didn't show up on the doorsteps of the most powerful villain in the city, curled into the fetal position, moving only to inhale the tiniest, the shallowest of breaths. They weren't supposed to do that, at the very least.
And, yet, here Villain lay. Against the odds.
When Supervillain had heard the knocking, the weak, almost whimpering of flesh on wood, they had assumed the worst. The next attack. The next attempt to break into their lair. And, yet, their surveillance systems had reported nothing of the like, and a quick sweep by their henchmen had confirmed that there were no heroes laying in wait nearby.
It wasn't a trap. At the very least, if it was a trap, it wasn't obvious.
If it had been a trap, they could have at least cleaned up their bait a little better. That was their first thought when they at last felt confident enough to open the door. What in the world was one supposed to do in this situation? At the moment, their reaction was, more or less, 'staring in shock.' While perhaps not being the most helpful, to them, it seemed the most natural.
Closing the door wasn't an option. They knew that.
Supervillain didn't take pity, not on anyone. There was a reason they were feared-- they weren't known for their mercy. But, leaving a fellow villain like this... It was something that was just wrong. Evil as they were, villains still had morals. They took good care of their hostages. They released children, the elderly and the sick. They kept their own henchmen in good health and spirits.
And...
And they didn't leave fellow villains on their doorsteps, half dead.
Biting the inside of their cheek out of nerves alone, they leaned down, picking up the shivering burden. The cold struck them in an instant-- a terrible, shivering cold. The kind that was reserved only for those with powers that related to ice and snow.
But Villain- No, Villain was a pyrokinetic. A firebender. And they always ran hot.
Not frigid. With a hiss, Supervillain spoke a few words into their earpiece, before disconnecting it. Ordering their henchmen to keep watch, while they dealt with something very, very important.
They laid the pyrokinetic upon a couch-- having holed up in their living area-- and examined them in the better light.
Their eyes were closed, as was their mouth, except for the slightest parting of blue-hued lips to inhale the tiniest of gasps.
Moving downwards, their neck, skin pulled taut and pale to the point of nigh-translucence, was marked pointedly with a series of angry, red lines. They seemed to wrap all the way around. Some were broader, while some were fine, delicate, nearly sharp enough to draw blood.
Strangulation marks.
If their body showed anything, it was that either whoever had kept them captive had had no intent for them to escape, or had simply not cared in what condition their bait was found. They were draped in a cotton top and trousers that were only thick enough to maintain their modesty, but not nearly enough to maintain the slightest fiber of warmth. Sprouting from sleeves and neckholes, bruises of both a deep blue and a sickly purple bloomed, formed into shapes did not so much as attempt to hide that they had been sourced from hands or bats.
It was only when Supervillain's scan reached their feet that they found definitive proof of escape. A single foot, the left, had been torn nearly to shreds, as though it had been chewed by a wild beast. The biting circle of a metal restraint could be seen marked into mangled skin, from where it had once sat upon the ankles, to where it had been slid all the way down, without care for bodily destruction.
Villain had escaped. Villain had escaped, and they had come to see... Supervillain? It didn't make sense.
But, with all the others in hiding...
They were their last hope.
It was with an almost superhuman speed that the supervillain contacted their medical staff, stating to arrive as soon as possible, that any traffic tickets would be paid off.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes to their arrival. Could Villain make it that long? They were so, so cold.
Supervillain was just about the furthest thing on the planet from a doctor, but they were also rather far from being an idiot. No human was meant to be this cold, especially one whose body was designed for the production of flame.
They took a decorative fleece, draped over a nearly ottoman, and held it nervously before their chest. What were they supposed to do?
Villain was too cold. Supervillain wasn't going to let them die!
They pulled the blanket about their back, wrapping it around their front, covering as much skin as they could manage. They expected a reaction, a shout, or- Or something.
But, their newfound, injured ward did little but blearily open their eyes. Behind them, there was nothing.
"Are you okay?" Supervillain spoke to a brick wall. "What happened? What did they do to you?"
A heavy blink, and their eyelids drifted back closed. What was wrong with them?
"Villain!" They snapped, raising their voice loud enough to scare away any wildlife in a one mile radius. "Look at me! Wake up!"
Their tone took on that of what they used during interrogations. Anything to wake their ice-cold ally up.
Their eyes once more opened, focusing ever so slightly. They opened their mouth, gaping momentarily like a fish, before once more closing their jaw.
This wasn't exhaustion, Supervillain realized with a start. This was drugs. Heavy sedation. Nigh-paralysis. That was all that could be seen in their gaze- exhaustion and fear.
What were they afraid of?
"My henchmen have cleared the perimeter." They spoke as though someone in such a state could understand words of such a length. "You're safe."
It did nothing. With a shaking hand, Supervillain reached a hand forward, placing it upon their shoulder.
That elicited a reaction. A whimper.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay."
In their eyes, something shifted.
"Whoever did this to you..." Public enemy number one, the most dangerous person at Metropolis, the terror of every child growled. "I'm going to make them suffer."
When Supervillain's medical staff arrived, it was to the sight of their terrifying boss, coaxing soup through the lips of someone who was identified as a threat to national security.
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The Empty Hearse Pt. 1
Sherlock x Female! Reader
TW: minor Violence, Mentions of suicide and mental illness, Spoilers if you haven’t seen season 3!
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
A/N: This is a reader insert of season 3 of BBC Sherlock. If you haven’t seen season 3, I would definitely skip this series because it wouldn’t make sense and there are definitely going to be some spoliers!
Saturday - 8:37 pm
“Take it outside! Not in my shop!” The café owner yelled while pulling John off Sherlock and into the street. John walked a few feet away, pacing and trying to control his anger. Mary sympathetically handed Sherlock some napkins. He leaned his head back and tried to get his nosebleed under control.
“I don’t understand. I’ve said I’m sorry, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?”
Mary laughed to herself “Gosh, you don’t know anything about human nature, do you?”
“Hmmm Nature? No. Human? No.” He said with an ironic smile.
John walked back over to talk to Sherlock “I’m going to take Mary home. I’ve had enough of you for the night. Have you seen y/n?”
“Not yet. Do you think the fake mustache was too much? I’d bet y/n would like it.”
John scoffed to himself. “Oh god, Sherlock. What is it going to take for you to realize this isn’t a joke? Don’t you dare do whatever this was to y/n. She hasn’t been the same. You–” He paused and clenched his fists by his sides. Mary put a hand on his shoulder. “You- were not here Sherlock. You didn’t see what it was like. What she was like.” He closed his eyes and turned away. “No, I can’t do this. All I have to say Sherlock is be nice, be kind. For her.” John hailed down a cab while Mary stayed behind.
“I’ll talk him round.”
“You will?”
“Oh yeah,” She said with a smile before following John to the cab.
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Sunday - 10:16 am
The next morning, Sherlock slowly approached the apartment. He was most excited for your reaction. John was still furious with him, but he’d come around. Mary had promised. Sherlock liked her already. You would be over the moon when he came back into your life. Everything would go back to the way it was in time: you, John, and him. Together again in Baker Street.
He walked into the living room. He didn’t see you. Mycroft said you were to come here to pick up a book. He thought it was oddly fitting that your first meeting would be back in Baker Street. It didn’t seem like you were there. Perhaps Mycroft’s surveillance had gone downhill. Sherlock was about to leave when you emerged from John’s old bedroom, holding a book in one hand. You stared down at it, walking over to the bookcases by the fireplace. Sherlock anxiously waited for you to see him standing in the doorway. How happy you would be. He would finally see your face again, hold you in his arms. He’d have you back. You turned to leave and finally, you noticed him.
You let out a startled breath, but you didn’t even look surprised. You just looked sad. Sherlock was silent with anticipation as he waited for you to react. Your face was almost glazed over. Something was wrong. You suddenly dropped the book to the carpet. Sherlock watched as you turned away and with shaky hands, dialed a number on your mobile.
“H-hello? Michelle? I’m sorry to be calling, I know I stopped seeing you a few months ago… it’s just that I-I can see him again. I thought they’d stopped, but he’s back and you said I should call if I…”
His stomach dropped at the realization that you didn’t think he was really there. That’s why you didn’t seem surprised to see him. Sherlock watched as tears formed in your eyes as your voice quivered and stammered on the phone with your ex-therapist. John had said his so-called death had been hard on you, but he hadn’t expected this. You hesitantly looked over your shoulder at him before quickly turning your head back to your phone.
“No, he’s like he was when he was alive this time. It’s not like– you know– when I used to see him there on the pavement.”
Sherlock could feel his heart break a little as you cowered from him near the fireplace. His instincts were screaming at him to say something, to walk towards you, but he was paralyzed. Sherlock stood there for a moment until he realized you were wrapping up your call. He slowly and as quietly as possible backed out of the flat and down the stairs.
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You hung up the phone and slowly turned around. The image of Sherlock was gone from the door. You sighed in relief, leaned against the wall, and slid to the floor. You tried to take a deep breath, but you felt sick to your stomach. You tasted salt and became aware of the tears streaking down your cheeks. You were certain you were over this, that you were strong enough not to feel this way anymore, not to see him everywhere. Maybe it was too soon to come back to Baker Street. Then again, it had been 2 years.
Or maybe this is just the way it had to be from now on. You’d go about your business, feel your wounds begin to close but no matter how close you’d think you were getting to healing, no matter what you do, you’d always be just one moment away from falling apart all over again. You figured you should take your therapist’s advice and call John.
You went to pick up the book when you could have sworn you heard the creak of a floorboard on the stairs followed by the sound of the front door closing. Hallucinations don’t make noise. A hot flash ran through you. Your body moved before you could even think. You clambered over to the window, tripping over a loose pile of books. You flung open the dusty curtains and frantically looked out the window. You immediately scanned the crowd on the street below. Just down the block, you spotted a head of curly black hair and a long wool coat.
You snatched up your coat and ran down the stairs, not even bothering to put it on. You threw open the front door just in time to see him turn the corner. You started running, pushing past tourists and pedestrians. The cold air felt like it was burning through your lungs as you sprinted down the sidewalk. Tears were now steadily pouring from your eyes, blurring your vision. You finally rounded the corner and spotted him again.
“Sherlock Holmes!” You yelled, your voice strained and breaking. Sherlock turned around just as you reached him. Still unsure if it was just your mind tormenting you once again, you hesitantly reached for his hand. The moment your ice-cold hand felt a leather glove, a real hand, beneath its touch, you let out a choked gasp. The realization was quickly replaced with blind rage. Without thinking, you raised your hand and slapped him across the face as hard as you could. He barely flinched from the impact and looked at you with pure pain in his eyes.
“How could you!?” You screamed, tears uncontrollably pouring down your face. You threw half-hearted punches at his chest. He reached out and gently grabbed your forearms, trying to stop you.
“Y/n I’m so sorry”
“How could you?” You repeated over and over, fighting him. “How could you? How could you? How could you?” Eventually, the rage faded, and you leaned into him and just sobbed “I needed you” You said weakly.
“I know, y/n. I know. I’m so sorry” He said, wrapping his arms around your shivering body.
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A/N: Part 1 of god knows how many. This story will take us through season 3 and end with his last vow. Just getting back into writing and I will try my best to upload the parts semi regularly! 
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