I took a break from reading it to wait for the side chapters to finish publishing.
I still stand by my point that they look like the two mains from Cherry blossoms.
I really like Surge, it's a bit different from other BL, but at the same time it's not much different at all.
There's still misunderstandings that could have been solved through not overreacting and talking properly. Though at the same time they are really good at talking about stuff when it does happen.
I'm still a bit anti when it comes to story lines that just has to include having babies, but for this one I will concede that it was a huge part of the plot. At least they didn't do what a few others (most) do where having kids is very clearly just a side point but it's expected to have kids.
I feel like Surge is different from other omegaverse?
There's nothing about the extreme heats and ruts, but they still include pheromones.
There's mating bites, but it's not some huge deal the way it is in other stories.
And to really jump to the adult side for a bit, I think this is one of few omegaverse I've seen that actually include knots during rut.
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OK - thankfully, Nyalee put out Yaga-Shura's heart before she decided to go on her murder spree, so having dealt with her, our next step seems to be to go to Yaga-Shura's actual camp and see if he really is no longer invincible.
If he still can't be harmed, this will be a very short trip. Fingers crossed everyone!
...Uh oh.
Sounds like time is getting very short indeed. (And whoo boy, if Melissan really did gather all the Bhaalspawn here to be slaughtered instead of protected, she has a LOT to answer for and Caden will have some WORDS for her. >:| )
Better keep moving.
The siege camp is located in a rather bucolic foresty area, and we are immediately greeted by local peasants fleeing for their lives from Yaga-Shura's soldiers.
I use the term "fleeing" very loosely here, because all of these NPCs were moving at just barely walking pace despite the urgency of the text.
Say what you will about Yaga-Shura's people but at least they're showing more of a sense of urgency:
Oh, boy. o.o;
Caden cranes his neck to look up, up at the terrifying bulk of the giant general, who is glittering with magical wards and fury. His growl is like thunder rolling across them.
The battle is joined - a brutal fight. Yaga-Shura wields a hammer the size of a horse, and its every impact shakes the ground and rattles Caden's teeth in his head.
And for a moment, as their early blows miss and glance off the giant's thick plate armor...there is the rush of fear that they failed after all, that he is still invincible and all that they have done was for naught.
And then a blow strikes home, and another, and another, and the hot wave of blood cascades out from the wound slashed into the giant's enormous torso.
And, astonishingly, the monstrous man turns and flees, the blood pouring from his wounds, backpedaling way up the path until he can turn and run. And closing in front of him, the tidal wave of creatures under his command all rise ready to throw themselves into the fray.
"Gods..." Caden mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on his sword.
"What...what do we do?" asks Aerie shakily.
"We fight. We've no other choice," Jaheira says flatly. "We cannot stand against them all. We must fight through to Yaga-Shura and slay him."
The battle is fiercer by the moment - but it is always easy to see the deep red mane of the giant moving among the crowd of soldiers. And when they close with him, his rage is visible in a vein pulsing along his temple.
He is still bleeding - clearly weakened now, and swaying on his feet. But the hammer is solid, and he lifts it, aiming at Caden with a blow that would strike him flat.
But Caden's blade finds him first, slips between two of his massive ribs and into his heart. And the giant general of the Five Armies collapses into the mud, never to rise again.
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please don’t go, i love you so
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey
note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!
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Coriolanus is possessive.
It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.
It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.
It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.
He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.
There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.
You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.
“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”
His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.
“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.
He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.
“Nothing. I have you.”
“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”
He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.
“Coryo,” you pant.
“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.
“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.
You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”
The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.
“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”
“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”
“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.
“Wanna show me just where you belong?”
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