#touch driven soul bond

[velaryon-seahores]

Eclipsed love. Part III

Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Fem!reader ( Modern au )

synopsis : You and Aemond shared a romantic bond during your high school years. However, your relationship took a turn when an unexpected pregnancy altered the dynamics. Aemond, driven by aspirations of pursuing a career in medicine, struggled to reconcile his dreams with the newfound responsibilities. Meanwhile, the financial constraints and fear of revealing the situation to your strict parents left you without options, making abortion unattainable. When Aemond chose to end the relationship, you made the difficult decision to vanish, seeking a fresh start. Years later, your son fell seriously ill, necessitating medical attention. The twist in the tale was that the doctor who held the key to your son's recovery happened to be none other than his biological father, Aemond.

Warning: Angst. Physical fights. blood.

A/n : This is really dramatic I listened to my angst playlist on repeat while writing it soo yup 😭

Like comments and rebolgs are highly appreciated! ❤️

Part I Part II Prat IV

Aemond's voice quivered as he choked out the words, "Why did you tell me you had an abortion?" His brows furrowed, and his eyes were swollen and raw, evidence of countless tears shed.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a tumultuous mix of anger and hurt surging within you. How could he stand there, looking so wounded by your revelation? You stared at him, aghast and disgusted. The audacity of it all, him daring to confront you like this.

"Isn't that what you wanted to hear?" Your voice trembled with seething anger, teeth gritted so hard it felt like they might shatter. You turned away, desperate to escape the turmoil he'd unleashed, but his grip tightened on your hand, holding you as though you were his lifeline in a stormy sea.

"Can we talk?" Aemond's voice quivered, his fear of rejection palpable. This conversation wasn't just for himself; it was an attempt to mend the shattered remnants of your shared history, to give you both a chance at closure. "Please, y/n."

Panic bubbled up inside you, a maelstrom of emotions threatening to consume you whole. It felt like a haunting memory resurfacing, one you'd fought relentlessly to bury, memories that had once shattered your very soul. You let out a frustrated cry, abandoning the sandwich in your hand to slap him across the face. "Let go of me!"

Aemond groaned, finally releasing his hold on you. You both stood there, chests heaving, locked in a tense gaze.

In his eyes, you saw remorse, pain, disappointment, and a profound sadness.

And in yours, he saw a blaze of anger, the deep wounds of hurt, a lingering sense of disgust, and an ache that cut to your core.

He watched you begin to retreat, your vision blurred by tears, and before you could escape, he hurriedly followed.

His arms encircled your trembling form, effortlessly lifting you from the ground. You struggled against his hold, but he was unyielding, and the next thing you knew, you were tossed onto a bed in an empty patient room.

As your heart raced, you scrambled to your feet, desperate to escape, but he moved faster, his trembling hand locking the door before he stood as a formidable barrier in your path.

"Let me go!" Your voice tore through the room, a gut-wrenching scream born of anguish. "I don't want to hear you, I don't want to see you, I don't want you anywhere near me! Let me go!"

"I will," his voice quivered, his outstretched hand aching for your touch. Yet, as you slapped it away and retreated, he hung his head in despair. "I swear I will, but please, just listen."

Tears streamed down your face, mingling with your rage, and you lashed out, the blows falling upon him like a tempest. Each strike a testament to the agony within you, each slap an expression of the torment that had engulfed your soul.

Aemond seized your trembling hand, his teary, red eye locking onto yours with a haunting intensity. Desperation etched across his face like a scar. "I know," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper and his face was closer to yours "I know. I'm a wretched excuse for a human being, undeserving of your forgiveness, undeserving of anything. But I'm begging you, please. I won't release you until you've hear me, y/n."

The room seemed to close in on you, the weight of emotions unbearable, as you stood locked in this heart-wrenching standoff, your souls entangled in a web of pain and regret.

The room seemed to close in on you, the weight of emotions unbearable, as you stood locked in this heart-wrenching standoff, your souls entangled in a web of pain and regret.

You yanked your hand away from him and turned around, crossing your arms and looking at the wall. There’s no escaping, he made it clear.

Aemond wiped the tears of his face, small gasps leaving his lips as he got closer to you.

“ Don’t get any closer!” Your voice cracked, your gaze was sill fixed on the wall in front of you

He nodded rapidly with new tears leaving his eyes. The pain he caused must be so great to the point you can’t even look at him.

"Y/n... I understand the gravity of my actions, the pain I've caused. I don't expect your forgiveness; all I wish is to make things right by you, by our child," he begins, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want you to know that you've never left my thoughts, not for a single day. I kept in touch with your mother and friends. I visit your home every year. I'd lock myself in your room, yearning for that one day you might walk in, to find you there—happy, healthy, and alive."

A gasp escaped the both of you. Yours, at reminder of the deep ache for your mother; his, at reflection of the terror he felt upon realizing the weight of his actions.

The room felt stifling, the words too much to bear. You longed to escape, to return to your son.

"I attempted to erase you from my mind. I buried myself in books and distractions, trying to forget you, but I couldn't. I tried to move on, find someone new, but my heart only craves you. I was blind to what I had until I lost you—the only genuine love in my life," His eyes were locked onto you, filled with an intense desire to hold you, to find solace in your embrace, just like he used to when he was upset when he was younger. He yearned for your comforting touch, for you to soothe his pain with the same lullabies you used to sing to him.

He yearned for you.

"I got accepted into college and suppressed my feelings for a year, focusing on studies. But when my father passed, I realized it wasn't worth it. Losing you, the future we envisioned, raising our child together... it held no value. My father never acknowledged me, never expressed pride. I was foolish to think that losing you would somehow make it all worthwhile," he admits, his voice cracking under the weight of his words. Your choked sound halts him.

Facing him, pain etched across your features, anger replaced by raw hurt.

"So, it would've been worth it?" Your voice trembles, dripping with pain. "Losing me, ruining my life, would've been worth it if your father had acknowledged you, if he'd been proud of you?"

Aemond's confusion fills his gaze, his eyes searching for understanding. "No, no, that's not what I meant!"

"Really?" you retort, voice laden with anguish. "Then what did you mean?"

"Y/n, even if he acknowledged me, it wouldn't be worth it. Nothing is worth losing you—there's no happiness, no love, nothing without you! A life with you is my only dream!" he implores desperately.

"Hell, you say?" you say in disbelief, your voice heavy with the weight of your own suffering. "I lost my family! I lost my best friend! I dropped out of school! I had to move away to a place where I knew nobody! I had to work and raise a child all on my own! I had to give up on my dreams to make sure my son could achieve his!"

Fresh tears spilled from Aemond's eyes as he starts to sob, his voice heavy with remorse. "I'm so sorry," he cried out, his words filled with regret,

Tears stream down your face as you vigorously shake your head, your voice quivering with raw emotion. With a shaky breath, you muster the strength to speak, your words laced with pain. "No, you don't get to apologize. You don't get to apologize."

Opening your tear-filled eyes, you lock your gaze onto him, your voice breaking as you pour out your heart. "I was ready to sacrifice it all for you. I was prepared to abandon my dreams, to drop out of school and care for our child while you pursued yours. I wanted to help you through your exams, to be your biggest supporter, to proudly watch you graduate, holding our son, while I told the world how amazing you are. I was never going to force you to give up your aspirations. I was willing to stand by your side, to fight your battles, even against your disapproving father, because I believed in you. I promised to be your unwavering support, and I was determined to keep that promise until you shattered me and took away everything I held dear."

As Aemond reaches out to you, you step back, your eyes weary and burdened by the pain you've endured. "But that's not even the worst part," you continue, your voice now weary, your eyes revealing the depth of your suffering.“ I love my son, with every fiber of my being. I would give him my own heart if it meant that he would be able to live happily, but do you know how it cuts me deep to look in his eyes? Because every time I look, I see you. Do you know it pains me when I see him acts like you? How my heart is ripped apart when he behaves and talk like you. How it kills me that he looks like you? So don’t you dare stand there and tell me you have been through hell “

You crumpled onto the bed, sobs racking your body. Aemond reached for you, instinctively pulling you into an embrace. But you pushed him away.

Your emotions explode in a torrent of anger and despair. With a scream that carries the weight of all the pain you've concealed within, you lash out, slapping Aemond's face with every ounce of strength you possess. "I hate you!" you scream, each word dripping with venom. "I regret everything," you continue, your voice choked with sorrow and rage. With each strike, you pour out your heart, each hit a stark reminder of the anguish he's caused. "I regret loving you, kissing you," you seethe, your voice quivering with intensity. "I regret every 'I love you.' I regret you, all of you!" The pain and betrayal you feel are palpable in the room as you continue to attack him. "I wish I never laid my eyes on you!" Each word is punctuated by another slap or hit.

Aemond seized your hands once more, turning your fragile form around. He enfolded you in a tight embrace, tears streaming down his face as he pressed his wet cheek against your neck.

Once, his embrace had been your sanctuary, a haven where you could seek solace after the most grueling days, a sanctuary where you found refuge after the most disheartening exams. But now, in this moment of shattered love and broken promises, it was a prison from which you yearned to escape.

"Let me go!" You cried out, your voice filled with anguish, your body writhing in his grasp. You scratched at his arms, dug your fingers into his flesh, every gesture an attempt to inflict as much pain as possible. "Let me go!"

"I love you, y/n," he whispered, his voice trembling, his words a fragile plea. "I will always love you, and I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry for everything. If only... if only I could turn back time, I would. I would give anything to undo the past."

With those words, he released you, the feeling of his touch slipping away. You heard the door click, sealing your separation from him.

Turning to face him, you summoned the last shreds of your strength, your hand connecting with his cheek in a final, painful slap. "Fuck you."

And with that, you fled from the room.

You rushed back to your room, flinging the door open. As it slammed shut behind you, you crumpled to the floor, unleashing a heart-wrenching cry that pierced the silence. The sound was so agonizing that it instantly drew your son and Qoren, who sprinted to your side as if propelled by sheer instinct.

Qoren gently scooped you up from the cold floor, his arms a comforting refuge, while your son knelt beside you, his small hand searching for yours, eager to offer his tiny but unwavering support.

"I hate him," you managed to choke out between sobs, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartache.

Qoren's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening with a mixture of concern and anger. "Everything will be fine," he reassured you, his arms rocking you back and forth in a soothing rhythm.

"I told him not to bother you!" your son, Luke, piped up, his young voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

Qoren's head snapped in Luke's direction. "He was here?"

"Yes," Luke replied, his gaze unwavering. "He was looking for mom and he apologized to me, as he should. Not that I'll accept it."

Qoren nodded rapidly, his protective instincts kicking into high gear. He looked down at you, his expression one of determination. "Where is he?"

"Qoren, please," you implored, wanting nothing more than for this painful chapter to end and for your life to return to normal, focusing solely on your son.

Reluctantly, Qoren released you from his grasp and walked over to Luke's bed, gently placing you down. Your son crawled after you, his little arms wrapping around you, mirroring Qoren's movements in an attempt to comfort you.

"Where. Is. He?" Qoren's voice seethed with controlled anger.

"Qor—"

"Tell me!" he shouted.

You didn't want to reveal Aemond's whereabouts. You yearned for the entire ordeal to disappear, to resume the life you once knew, centered around your son and no one else.

"Tell me, or I swear I will turn this whole hospital upside down."

"We... we were in one of the patient's rooms near the cafeteria," you finally relented, your voice filled with defeat. "I... I don't know if he left."

Qoren clicked his tongue impatiently, his gaze shifting to Luke. "Look after your mother, little astronaut. I'll be back in a minute."

"Aye aye, captain," Luke grinned bravely.

Before Qoren left the room, you grabbed his hand, your eyes pleading with him. "Don't do anything stupid! Don't."

He simply stared at you, his resolve clear. He was undoubtedly going to take matters into his own hands.

Qoren stepped out of the room, his heart ablaze with an inferno of anger. In his eyes, you had always been more than a friend – you were a sister, a confidante, someone he fiercely protected. And when your son entered the world, it felt as if destiny had woven your lives together even tighter, making you a family in every sense.

He had raised the boy, handpicked his clothes and toys, even painted his room together. Nights were spent watching Star Wars movies, despite his indifference to them. Qoren was there for school drop-offs and pick-ups, attending every play, teaching him life's lessons. He cried when school trips took him away, for he was his son in every way except by blood. Even his own father saw your son as his grandson.

To Qoren, you and your child were his family, the stars in his universe. And he couldn't bear to stand idle, watching as Aemond threatened to unravel the world he'd helped build for you.

He scoured through room after room, his determination unwavering until his gaze fell upon the one that held the object of his anger. Settling on the bed, Aemond's distant gaze fixed ahead, lost in thoughts only he could comprehend.

"You.. You fucker!" Qoren shouted, his voice echoing with fury.

Aemond had no time to react as Qoren's hands grabbed him, hurling him violently to the cold, unforgiving floor. Qoren's fists rained down upon Aemond's face with merciless force, each blow driven by a potent mix of anger and a fierce desire to protect.

"Stay," he seethed, punctuating his rage with a punch. "Away," another punishing strike. "From," the onslaught continued. "My son!" Each word carried the weight of an entire world of hurt as Qoren relentlessly battered Aemond, each punch an embodiment of his determination to shield his loved ones.

Aemond made no attempt to resist or fight back; he lay there, passively accepting the barrage of blows, his hand lying limp at his side. He believed he deserved every bit of the agony he was enduring - the broken nose, the taste of his own blood seeping from his battered face. All of it was nothing to what he had put you through, so he will willingly take it.

"I deserve it," Aemond managed to utter, his voice tinged with self-loathing. Yet, his words only stoked Qoren's fury.

"Shut the fuck up!" Qoren roared, his rage manifesting in every bone-jarring punch.

Aemond's response was unexpected. He began to laugh, a twisted, bitter laughter that reverberated through the room. "I deserve it!" he declared, his voice growing louder, as if trying to drown out the pain with his defiance.

The commotion drew nurses and concerned bystanders into the room, desperately trying to pry Qoren away from his relentless assault. "Let go of me!" Qoren screamed, his voice a desperate plea. "Let go of me!"

Meanwhile, Aemond lay supine on the floor, his face masked in a grotesque tableau of crimson. His features were scarcely discernible beneath the smear of blood. but he seemed unfazed, a twisted smile on his face. "My Y/N," he mumbled, his voice hauntingly tender. "My sweet girl."

A nurse, her voice quivering, recognized him amidst the chaos. "Doctor Aemond!"

"My beautiful girl," he continued to murmur as they moved him to the bed. "My Y/N."

Voices buzzed around him, but all Aemond could see was your face.

"We need a neuro doctor!"

"Call in for a trauma doctor too!"

"Is this his eye?"

"No, that's his prosthetic eye!"

And then, as swiftly as it all began, everything dissolved into a haunting darkness, leaving behind only the haunting image of your face in Aemond's battered mind.

When Aemond awoke, his eye roved around the dimly lit room. The relentless throbbing in his head drew a hiss of pain from his lips, and he instinctively cradled it in his trembling hand. The incessant beeping of machines only exacerbated his suffering.

"Aemond?" came a fragile voice from beside him. His head snapped towards it, and there she was - his sister Helaena.

Tears glistened in her eyes, and a sad smile graced her lips as she gazed at him.

"Helaena," he breathed her name, and the relief that flooded his voice was palpable.

She moved closer, her steps deliberate and tender. With a gentleness that belied the storm within him, she enfolded him in her embrace. Aemond's defenses crumbled, and he surrendered to the weight of his emotions once more.

Tears streamed down his face, much like they had that fateful night when he had returned home, a shattered man, realizing that you were truly gone. The ache was achingly familiar, the scene hauntingly reminiscent. Yet, this time, the pain was an unbearable weight, an avalanche of grief and remorse that threatened to consume him.

Helaena's arms held him, rocking him gently. "Shh, it's okay," she tried to calm him down.

"Nothing is okay," he choked on the words, his voice raw and ragged with pain.

"It's going to be," she murmured, her fingers tenderly caressing his disheveled hair.

They remained silent for a time, finding solace in each other's presence. Then, she gently broke the silence "I went to their room while you were sleeping," she confessed.

Aemond didn't respond, but his grip on her tightened, a silent plea for her to continue.

"Qoren wouldn't let me in," she continued "He said she was sleeping, but I saw him. He was watching from the window."

At the mention of Lucerys, Aemond buried his face deeper into Helaena's neck, his tears dampening her shoulder.

"He looks like you," Helaena whispered through her own tears, "so much like you."

Aemond's heart ached with the mention of his son. He nodded, unable to speak.

"I assume the talk didn't go well?" Helaena asked gently, wiping the tears from her face

Aemond finally found his voice, filled with regret. "I think I made it worse."

Helaena's response was filled with sisterly assurance. "I will talk to her tomorrow."

Aemond looked up at her, his eyes filled with pleading remorse. "Tell her I'm sorry, please."

"I will," she promised, her voice unwavering.

She cradled his head against her shoulder and neck, rocking him back and forth.

"I don't want to burden you with this now, but I must," she said softly. "Mother is coming tomorrow."

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Some Sunny Day

[Platonic Drabble]

c/w: angst, depictions of trauma and injury, character death, no gendered terms used to describe reader

a/n: I couldn’t help it, the part two of the Spider-Venom reader is in the works and is being written and edited consistently and progressively, but this was inspired by me feeling in the shits about my trauma so.. here we are lol

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[Unedited]

We’ll meet again

You hadn’t given much thought to how you would die, not ever really considering the thousands of possibilities that would result in the loss of your life. Never really finding the consideration of those pathways important enough to think about long enough.

Don’t know where, don’t know when

Perhaps you should have— maybe this wouldn’t be happening otherwise. That’s a lie, because death is inevitable.. it was coming for you one way or another. Perhaps it wasn’t you trying to trick yourself into believing you could avoid it— but prepare yourself for it instead. Had you considered all possibilities of death then maybe you could’ve prepared yourself for the painful one you had come to face.

But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

It did not announce itself, did not trumpet it’s arrival. It had been silent, quiet in the darkness as it coiled itself around your throat pulling you off your feet. By the time you had seen it coming.. it had already set it’s teeth.

Keep smiling through

You didn’t wish for anyone to be sad for you, it was a good life you had lived. Sure, it didn’t start out too great but it had been decent.. and then it had turned for the better when you had found them.

Just like you always do

You didn’t want anyone to force their lives to a screeching halt for your sake, that wasn’t fair.. and you knew that regardless of what you had thought— they would celebrate your life everyday from here on out. Now settled in the acceptance of grief, the stage that had come after a long and painful endurance through denial, anger, bargaining and depression.

‘Till the blue sky drives the dark clouds far away

They had felt such a dark and heavy cloud hanging over them since your death, and they had grown accustomed to it. Not bothering to address the way all of them were feeling about losing you. Suppress it down and ignore the searing ache in their chests —they believe— being the best way to overcome it and grow forward.

But you knew that was utter bullshit and you had wished they knew that too. Ignoring it will only make it worse, because ignorance allows the pain to linger. And if it lingers long enough it will fester and grow into a raging inferno that will swallow them whole.

Only in acceptance could they move forward, only in accepting that you were gone could they move on. Grow past it and become stronger together. And you believed they could, they just had to let themselves do it in their own time— at their own pace.

And eventually, that dense and weighted cloud overhanging them would be driven away.

So will you please say hello

You were Miguel O’hara’s eldest. And you had been with him through everything, after the loss of your younger sister the two of you couldn’t overcome the grief that had overwhelmed you both. And in the wake of that dimension’s destruction— there had been a wedge driven in between you and him.

Your relationship, previously stronger than any trial or tribulation life had thrown your way, had shattered to pieces. And you had attempted to at least pick up the shambles and put your bond back together.. but you had met a wall every time. A wall your father had built around himself to protect his broken heart and vulnerable soul from ever being touched again.

He hadn’t made an effort.. so you figured you shouldn’t either, and just accepted the turn of his back on top of the ache you felt at the loss of your younger sibling. The weight of guilt at killing all those innocent people had become the icing on this shit cake.

To the folks that I know

It was hard for you to grow past what had happened, because you were doing it on your own. In the wake of it all, it was you and only you trying to mend yourself back together. What hurt the most was that you had depended on your father to be there for you.. you had expected that this would only make your relationship stronger. Not tear it apart.

And it was naive of you to think such a thing, childish and ignorant of you to dispose of your initial thoughts that he would react this way. Because maybe if you had you’d have been far more prepared to take the bullet that his neglectful response had fired at you.

In the end of it all —the final steps you had taken to improve yourself— you had developed a fierce sense of independence. Nobody has your back better than you. And that was the unfortunate and heartbreaking truth that you had faced head on, it was a hard pill to swallow but it was necessary for you to move forward.

You garbled a cough, the gob of blood previously sitting in your throat jacked up to spill down your chin.

You grunted as the pressure in your chest grew exponentially, the rebar pierced through your chest causing an uncomfortable sensation to sit heavy beneath your ribs.

Tell them I won’t be long

The young teenagers who have come to adopt you as their elder sibling will be heartbroken. You knew that well, and you hoped that you father had picked up on the subtlety in your message to not reveal you were dying.

They wouldn’t take it well, and you knew they would follow your father to this dimension. The last thing you wanted was for them to experience more loss than they needed at their age. You couldn’t help that though, this was going to court one way or the other. What you could control was them being there in your final moments.. you had thought that maybe it’d go down easier if your father just told them you had gone peacefully.

They’ll be happy to know

It certainly would’ve been easier for them than seeing you impaled through the chest and coughing up the blood that had begun to slowly fill your lungs.

They’d at least have some semblance of peace within the grief and pain they’d feel that you didn’t go in pain. Regardless of the fact that this was easily the worst experience you have ever had the misfortune of dealing with. But they didn’t need to know that nor did they need to see you like this.

That as you saw me go, you saw me singing this song

When your father had finally arrived he had rushed to you immediately, his mask peeling away as he approached and dropped to his knees at your side.

“No, no no no, not again. Please no.”

“Dad…”

“Shhh,” he encouraged softly, “don’t talk. Save your strength, I’m going to get you out of here.”

“It’s too late.”

He didn’t listen to the way you quietly murmured those words, their execution breathed on a plane of exhausted agony. Your heart’s rhythm slowly fading from it’s previous thunderous beat in your ears. Slowing as it gradually eased itself into a state of utter still and silence, not having enough strength to continue to keep you alive.

Miguel wouldn’t let this happen again, he refused. As he thought of the best way he could move you he thought back to when you both had come back from the dimension that had unraveled. How he had shut you out, built barbed barriers thick and tall— and left you on the outside of them.

At the remembrance an abrupt ripple of regret shucked down his back, it made the blood in his veins turn bitterly cold. It was regret that was soon joined by grief that settled in his heart, heavy as lead sinking through his chest at the prospect that you would not make it.

And he suddenly felt knots tighten themselves up in the gaping in his stomach, because he didn’t even know what the right thing to do was. He couldn’t accept this, he couldn’t.. not again. But you were in pain, certainly worse than anything you’ve ever experienced. Not only that, but you were certain it was far too late for you.

He knew if he pulled you off that thick rebar pipe you would immediately bleed to death, if he left you on there you would die of a broken heart. Literally— the rebar had punctured through your heart and lung. Now both metaphorically and physically torn apart.

“It’s too late dad.”

“Please—”

You reached up to him, cupping his cheek as he laid his hand against your own. You lifted your opposite hand to hold his wrist as he brushed his gloved thumb over your bloodied and bruised cheek.

“Please no, not like this.. please there’s too much.. too much I have to do to show you I love you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to shut you out mi amor I’m sorry—”

You did to him the same thing he had done to you seconds prior and interrupted by brushing your gloved thumb over his angular cheekbone. You felt the familiar sting in your eyes and burn in your nose as you watched him. His eyes broken and devastated, the windows into his soul wide open as his defenses crumbled. His brows taut together and a hurt frown tugging his lips down.

“It’s okay,” you promised giving him the only smile you could manage. Soft and small— but full of all the love a young child has for their father. “It’s going to be okay.”

Miguel couldn’t contain the pain he was feeling a moment longer, and his ache had erupted in the form of the rivulets of tears gliding down his cheeks. And he listened intently to them as they spoke, holding them in his arms as best he could with the rebar through their chest. Still holding their face and leaning down to press their foreheads together, he internally wept at the way theirs felt colder.

“We’ll meet again,” you promised smiling up at him as he held you in his arms and kept your foreheads together. “I don’t know where, and I don’t know when.” You felt the way your heart continued to slow, the pressure on your chest increasing dramatically as exhaustion began. “But I know we’ll meet again—”

Finally the injuries had grown to be far too much, and you had only wished you had told him how much you truly loved him no matter what. How much you had understood his feelings and how you had already forgiven him for the toxic way he had decided to cope. Breathing felt like too much work, needing extensive energy that you no longer had.

Your heart gave up first, and the very last thing you saw before the black that had been seeping in from the edges consumed you entirely— was your father looking you in the eyes with the love you had craved from him since the loss of your sister. Your lungs followed after, and Miguel only sobbed harder at the way your chest rose, then fell, rose once again.. and fell.

He felt sick and angry at himself for the way things had gone, the regret he’d felt since the destruction of that universe was abruptly more pronounced in his chest. And he wept over your body, long since gone cold, as he completed the promise you had made to him. Whispered against the skin of your cheek —cold to the touch— and lost of all color and vibrant life held within.

“Some sunny day.”

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a/n: when this was being written I was listening to life eternal by ghost and it just encouraged me to put as much ouchies in this as I possibly could so I killed ya!

#across the spider verse #spiderverse #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x platonic! reader #platonic reader #platonic relationships #platonic imagine

[morelikeravenbore]

The Final Goblin

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC spicy one shot 🔞

Warning: SMUT. 18+ CHARACTERS. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Contains sexual content, reader discretion is advised.

Ordinarily such a demure little thing, whenever Sebastian's brilliant, powerful girlfriend unleashed her gift of destruction upon their enemies, it broke something inside his brain - as if all that raw power she tore from the ether went straight to his cock, turning him feral.

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The final goblin had gone out in a blaze of searing white light, blasted into oblivion by a powerful surge of magic that had come from the hands of one petite little psychopath. 

His petite little psychopath.

There was nothing left of the goblin camp but a haze of smoke, the lingering scent of singed hair and a single tent engulfed in flames. Nothing else stirred but the sound of the wind through the bare trees, the sizzle and pop of the burning tent, and his own desperate moans as he fucked the ever-living hell out of his girlfriend.

'Fuck,' - groan - 'fuck,' - groan - 'fuuuuuck.'

Ordinarily such a demure little thing, whenever Sebastian's brilliant, powerful girlfriend unleashed her gift of destruction upon their enemies, it broke something inside his brain, as if all that raw power she tore from the ether went straight to his cock, turning him feral.

The sight of her wielding such unfathomable power - so wild, so dangerous, with her eyes glowing a vivid blue and a deranged little smile curling her pretty mouth - was enough to make him come, untouched, right there in his trousers. In fact, there had been a few times in their early days of conducting poacher raids and dishing out vigilante justice when it actually had. But he'd gotten better at controlling himself. These days, he always managed to hold on long enough to stumble over to her - led not by his brain but by his throbbing cock - to mindlessly bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her senseless.

Tonight's escapades had been no exception. By the time it took for her to blast the final goblin into whatever miserable afterlife awaited it, he'd managed to lumber over to her, clumsily unbutton her breeches and slide his trembling hand beneath her soaked panties. They'd both groaned as his fingers sank into her wet heat, her insides hot and slick and still tingling with the magic that coursed through her blood. 

Driven almost to madness by lust, Sebastian had wasted no time in pinning her to the ground and wrangling their pants down just enough to slide cock-deep into the most dangerous woman known to wizard kind. 

Sebastian was an insatiable man even on a day that didn't involve his beautiful girlfriend committing murder with her Ancient Magic. Driven by a deep-seated need for physical affection, he was simply unable to keep from touching her, craving her closeness like her skin was infused with Amortentia, addicted to the feel of her soft lips against his, her small hands, her soft hair, her warm supple body. When he wasn't touching her, he was dreaming of touching her - or else touching himself as a proxy, his fist a poor substitute for her. 

But it wasn't just about sex. Drawn together by trauma and tragedy, the pair had forged a connection that - to Sebastian, at least - bordered on something spiritual. Muggles believed in an all-powerful God, a celestial creator, but Sebastian worshipped only one divine deity. 

A goddess.

Her.

She was the love of his life, the missing piece that perfectly fit the gaping void in his soul. Their bond was a tangible, unbreakable thing that not even the very worst things could sever; not his obsession with the Dark Arts nor her penchant for murdering goblins. They were kindred spirits, unstoppable in their love and terrifying in their power. 

Ordinarily, Sebastian liked to take his time when they were intimate. He liked to suck the sweet little moans from her slender throat, to coax her desperate pleas with his fingers, his tongue. Ordinarily, he withheld his aching cock until she begged him for it, her eyes wet with tears of desperation, her little fingers digging into his shoulders. But there was nothing ordinary about taking her when she was power-drained and weak from magical exertion, when she was crossed-eyed and whimpering and so fucking wet that his stomach and thighs were slick with it. No, this was something different. 

Something primal.

Powerful. 

Having never had much power in his life, Sebastian wanted to consume her, to use her, to fuck her into submission over and over until she forgot her own fucking name. And she, shouldering the heavy responsibility of a volatile magic, weighed down by a burden she'd never asked to carry, had an equally desperate need to submit, to relinquish control and let someone else take over. To let him take over. No, it wasn't just about sex; it was a forging of hearts, a merging of souls, a relief from the pain that ceased only when they were together. 

Her eyes, still glowing a vivid blue from the power surge, locked onto his own: her brilliant blue gazing into his warm brown: sky and earth, spirit and body. Remnants of her magic tingled over her skin like there was lighting in her veins, passing from her core to his cock where it settled deep within his stomach, coaxing his impending release. 

She smiled then, flushed and panting. 'You feel it?' she moaned, clenching herself around his length. 'The power?' 

He could only moan in reply.

Merlin, how easily she could kill him, his little moaning whimpering mess of a girlfriend. With nothing more than a single touch, she could evaporate him into non-existence as she'd done the goblins, destroying him so completely there'd be no body to bury, no trace that he'd ever existed at all. But she wouldn't. She never did. 

The thought drove him wild. 

With a strangled gasp, he thrust into her - hard, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her utter filthy words she was ordinarily too sweet to say aloud. A jolt of power surged through her fingertips and she cried out, convulsing and twitching beneath him. White-blue and so bright he had to squint, her magic sizzled along the ground, forking across the dry earth like streaks of lightning. But rather than leaving destruction in its wake, swatches of lush new grass sprung up beneath them, cushioning his skinned knees. 

He laughed, awed and joyful as he thrust into her again, harder, and harder, and harder, each frenzied movement causing more power to blaze from her fingers. This time, flowers bloomed beneath her hands and sprouted up around them. He caught the scent of them, a sweet note permeating the scent of death and lust; flowers and sex. Sugar and salt. Beauty and chaos. 

If this kept up, they'd soon be fucking in the middle of an oasis, not a site of destruction. Sebastian laughed again, the sound broken and breathless as he pounded mindlessly into her. Her power could destroy, yes - but it just as easily create. 

Merlin, she was so fucking beautiful. 

With every surge of magic, every fervent meeting of their bodies, her core clenched around him, threatening to rip his release from his body. He gasped for air, suffocating in desire, drowning in pleasure, so close to the edge he couldn't - 

He couldn't - 

And then she did something she'd never done before, surprising his impending climax into temporary submission. 

Reaching up beyond his head, her delicate fingers curled around what appeared to be nothing but air. But a moment later, a single strand of silvery magic materialised within her grasp, twisting and wriggling in like a worm on a fishing hook. Sebastian, too fucked out of his mind to care if she was about to blast him into oblivion, simply watched it undulating in her fingers. 

Then she lifted it to his face. 

As if by instinct, as if some wordless communication passed between them, he obediently opened his mouth and latched onto her fingers, moaning as he sucked at them, pulling on the chords of magic like they were much needed sustenance. 

His field of awareness shrank down to only two points of their connection; her wet, warm center as it contracted around him, and the tingling sensation of raw magic as it buzzed down his throat and into his gut, filling him as thoroughly as he was filling her. With a broken cry, his vision whited out completely and he succumbed to the hardest orgasm he'd ever had in his life. 

There was a ringing in his ears when he eventually came to awareness. Still sheathed deep inside her, his head spun as he lifted it gingerly from her chest, his damp skin peeling away from hers with a sticky slick. He gazed down at her, his beautiful girl with her flushed cheeks and her damp hair, her eyes still glowing that impossibly bright blue. 

Smiling softly, she lifted a heavy-limbed hand to touch his face, cupping his cheek with a gentleness that made his heart ache. Sebastian leaned into it, wishing they could stay connected like this forever. 

'Your eyes,' she whispered, an awed expression gracing her perfect face. 'Sebastian, they're blue.' 

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[scarletwidowsbaby]

Yes, My Liege

Summary: After seeing the new caretaker for Syrax, Rhaenyra decides she wants her.

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: verbal fighting, blood, Rhaenyra tries to kill you in annoyance, light smut, groping, breast play. 18+ only, minors dni.

Genre: Fluff, bit of smut

A/N: can you tell I like a woman in charge?

*gif credits to owner*

Rhaenyra was stressed. The kingdom was in shambles after her brother’s short life, and she needed an escape. She didn’t turn to anyone, not even Lady Alicent or her father, a once wise man before being driven mad to find a male heir.

So, she did what anyone like her would do - she went to ride her dragon.

As she entered Syrax’s section of the Dragonpit, she heard soft mumbling. Coming closer, she heard her dragon chuffing happily beside it. Then, when she stepped around the corner, she was… surprised, to say the least.

You stood there, gently cleaning Syrax’s neck with scalding hot water the she-dragon would heat every few minutes, thick gloves made of shedded dragon scales keeping your hands safe. You turned at the sound of Syrax’s happy grumble and spotted Rhaenyra.

“Good evening, Princess Rhaenyra.” You bowed your head.

“Who are you?” She questioned, looking between her happily seated dragon and you.

“My name is Y/N, my liege. I’m the new caretaker of the Dragonpit your father asked for.” You replied.

Rhaenyra came closer and observed her dragon with you. Your eyes scanned over Syrax with genuine care, something she had not seen before. You kept asking Syrax if it was okay to touch her, placing your hand there gently before coming back with hot water.

By the end of the cleaning and health check of her neck, you bowed to the dragon, who then lifted you back up with her snout. You giggled softly, putting Rhaenyra off, and let Syrax lead you by the long rope in your hand.

Rhaenyra waited until you came back, not seeing how you kissed just under Syrax’s eye before she slept. When the princess came back into your vision, you walked up to her and smiled.

“Syrax will be ready for another ride in the morning, my liege. If that is what you wish for.” You reported before bowing to her too.

“You respect my dragon as if it is me.” Rhaenyra stated, cocking her head to the side as you rose.

“Why?”

“Dragons such as Syrax form bonds with those who care for them and interact with them, bonds stronger than even a mother and babe. By extension, Syrax is you, my liege.” You replied.

She began to walk away from you, but you did not follow. She turned to face you, perplexed by your behaviour. “Follow.”

You nodded your head, giving her a small grin before you caught up to her. The walk was mostly silent until you came to the castle, the guards letting you enter with Rhaenyra. She led you through the halls, some people greeting and smiling at you whilst others seemed deterred.

Eventually, you came to the throne room, to which Rhaenyra sat upon the Iron Throne. She watched you stand still at the bottom of the stairs, your arms folded behind your back, before she beckoned you with a finger.

“I’m afraid I cannot, my liege. I am but a dragon caretaker-”

“Come, Lady Y/N.” Her eyes stared into your soul, the stare of a future queen, and you nodded, walking up the stairs to stand beside her.

“I feel it is important to remind you, my liege, that I am no lady.”

“Will you be attending the banquet tonight?”

“Princess-”

“Will you?” She asked you again in that same tone, the same stare.

You gulped down your protest. You were nothing but a caretaker - why on earth would you attend a banquet? You had nothing to make of yourself, no noble family or dragon to command respect.

“I will not.”

Rhaenyra’s lips thinned at your reply. “Why?”

Your mind searched through the thousands and thousands of reasons, annoyance falling into your tone. “Let me see, my liege. I have no nobility, I am no lady or lady-in-waiting, I have no formal clothing, I could not ever imagine speaking to your family without losing my tongue-”

Rhaenyra’s sudden stance shoved you into silence, her short stature becoming the opposite of cute. It was fierce, demanding respect with her braid and your respect she shall have.

“You will accompany me to the banquet tonight. I care not if you are a lady or lady-in-waiting, nor if you own a dress - I have plenty I have never worn before - and I would delight in being able to claim your tongue as mine.” She smirked, holding you by the collar of your shirt.

You looked away from her, your heart battling your mind. This was wrong; what your heart had yearned for from afar all these years was right in front of you, but it was wrong. You stepped away, Rhaenyra’s small hand not being able to do much but let go.

“I’m sorry, Princess Rhaenyra. I will not attend tonight’s banquet.” You muttered softly, making your way out of the throne room.

Rhaenyra was shocked. Nobody had ever even tried to defy her, and yet, you had just told her no. She walked out towards the doors, but when she stepped through, there was no sight of you.

She turned to the guards, all of whom immediately stood at attention. “Find the girl that just left this room. I want her to be brought to my bed chambers by moonrise.”

As the guards left, Rhaenyra went to her room to be dressed for the banquet, which was set for the moon to be at half-height.

---

The guards did find you. It wasn’t so hard. You had no desire to stamp out your footprints in the dust, which made you easy to track.

What was hard, however, was getting you to Rhaenyra’s bedroom. Why? Because you were asleep, leaning against Syrax with the dragon’s wide tail as a blanket. A dragon who, frankly, didn’t want you to be taken by these strange men she did not trust.

Eventually, Rhaenyra was called. Shuffling down in her banquet dress, fury held her heart in a tight grip as she spotted the sight before her.

“Syrax!” She scolded, coming up to her mighty dragon.

She glared at you, still asleep from the sound of the dragon’s purr consuming your mind. Her warmth was enough to lull you to the state of sleep, but her happiness was rare, and you relished in it.

Rhaenyra shooed away her guards before climbing over her dragon’s tail, spotting your resting form. She told Syrax to move her tail in Valyrian, which she did, exposing you to the harsh cold breeze.

Rhaenyra waited impatiently as you stirred, your hand subconsciously trying to find Syrax’s tail once more. When your eyes opened, however, you kept your eyes to the ground.

“Eyes up, caretaker.”

Evidently, not for long.

“Why do you rouse me at this time of night, my liege?” You questioned annoyedly.

Rhaenyra heard the distaste on your tongue. “I told you to come to the banquet.”

“And I told you that I wouldn’t be coming. My liege.” You growled, turning over to face away from Rhaenyra.

She glared at you before turning to her dragon. “Dracarys!” She snarled, but the whine that released from Syrax was enough to have you shoot up.

“No no no, it’s okay. Shh, shh, Syrax.” You ushered her back into a calm state, glaring at Rhaenyra.

“If you are mad at me, do not inflict your anger upon your dragon. Syrax is still a being, a powerful one at that, and I will not let you hurt her.”

Rhaenyra stepped back, watching you run your hand up and down Syrax’s snout, calming her gently. Gentle kisses dotted her nose whilst you chuckled when she blew hot air on you, giving her a hug by her chest which she then nudged your back with her chin.

“Such a beautiful dragon. Your name's origin speaks for itself.” You cooed, moving to step away but Syrax’s wing curled you back into her.

Rhaenyra sighed in defeat, looking between you and her dragon. “You are so… frustrating, Lady Y/N.”

“Not a lady.” You shortly reminded her.

She rolled her eyes, huffing at you. “Fine. If you do not wish to party, that is not my problem.”

You nodded, leaning against Syrax’s chest. “Parties are overrated. I wish to sleep away the days upon the heat of your dragon.”

Rhaenyra walked away soon afterwards, your words pondering in her mind - if Syrax was an extension of her, were those compliments also for her?

----

A few days passed where Rhaenyra didn’t see you at all. Not at the Dragonpit, not in the kingdom where she ventured. Soon enough, frustration built and she sent her guards to find you again.

Eventually, they came back with you in their grasp, a cut along your cheek.

“What is this?” Rhaenyra barked, coming towards you.

“Tried to escape, Your Highness.” The newest guard in front of her grunted.

“And why does she have a graze upon her cheek?” She glared.

None of them answered, so you spoke up for yourself. “Buddy over here shoved me onto the ground.”

Rhaenyra turned to you, a glare enough to shut you up, before she turned to the new guard you called Buddy. “Resign from guard duty.”

“But Your Highness-”

“I said, resign.” She growled.

“Guards, take him away.”

Her loyal guards, the ones who had gently picked you up and let you shuffle towards the castle, took him away as ordered. Rhaenyra gripped your hand and brought you through dozens of halls until you reached a large set of oak doors, two handmaidens on the other side when you stepped through.

“Fetch me some hot water and some towels.” Rhaenyra ordered, to which they scrambled to get.

“Sit.”

“My liege-”

Rhaenyra’s glare had enough power over you to have you sit on the end of her bed, a small embroidered chair of hers coming to rest by your knees.

“Spread them.” She ordered.

The door opened and the handmaidens came in, one with a boiling hot bowl of water whilst another had a tower of towels. Rhaenyra dismissed them with a wave after they set the items next to her chair.

“Look at me.”

You lifted your eyes to see Rhaenyra undressing in front of you, her smooth back and ass alluring whilst you spotted her chest in the mirror. She dressed into a simple night robe before coming over to you, seating herself in the chair.

“Be still.” She muttered, but you heard the commanding tone underneath.

“Of course, my liege.” You replied softly.

She smiled shortly at that before taking a towel and dipping the end in the hot water. She brought it to your cheek and when you flinched, even though it was small, Rhaenyra took your chin in her free hand.

“I said, be still.” She grumbled.

“It was involuntary.” You grumbled back.

She cleaned the small cut across your cheek, your eyes on her since she would scold you if you looked away. The way her eyes held a careful focus, the lightest hold on your chin that you knew would be like iron if you dared to move the wrong way.

“My liege…”

“Yes?” She answered whilst getting a new towel.

“Why do you wish for me to join you in your activities? Banquets, walks, meetings. Why?”

She sighed, looking down at your scuffed hand before beginning to clean it. “I admire you.”

You were stunned. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, next in line for the Iron Throne, admired you?

“Again, my liege, why?”

She looked up at you and a realisation came to her, a saddened smirk twisting her lips. “You do not see yourself as I do.”

“Unfortunately, I do not have abilities capable of such a feat.” You chuckled, Rhaenyra’s careful analysis hearing your saddened tone.

After cleaning both of your hands, she brought you to her mirror. After giving you an order to not move, she slowly undressed you. When she found the soft skin beneath your caretaker clothing, she held your hands in hers by interlocked fingers.

“So beautiful. This…” She groped your chest. “And this…” She traced your abs. “And these…” She danced her fingers over your lips.

“My princess-”

“Be silent.”

She stepped in front of you and placed kisses along your skin, starting at your neck before making her way down. She kissed each crevice and curve of your breasts, sucked at your left nipple before going to your right. You closed your eyes at her order and tried to analyse her touch, but it was nothing except admiring.

“If you do not see yourself as beautiful, then I will show it to you myself.” She smirked as she stood in front of you, pressing her lips to yours before pushing you onto the bed.

“I will show it to you over, and over, and over, until you finally realise that. I will keep you here until you realise it. Do you understand me, Lady Y/N?”

This time, you did not correct her. You watched as her hands took yours, placing them above your head, and she leaned down on top of your naked form.

“Answer me.” She husked as she nibbled at your earlobe.

“Yes, my liege.”

#baby writes #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader #rhaenyra targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen fluff

[weirdbrosinc]

wincest smut <3 ficlet, didn't bother doing a word count

bottom dean, top sam, degrading & ownership kink

they're inseparable. they have been since the moment they first touched, first got the taste of the forbidden fruit that was each other. they could barely even process how they were feeling with the intensity of it all. sam's large frame practically looms over dean's smaller one, they're both covered in each other's sweat and there's spit splattered all over their mouths and chins, sloppy with fervor and urgency. they need each other. it's all they know. it's never sam or dean, it's sam and dean, together, bonded by so much more than their family line.

dean's panting underneath his brother, biceps flexing under the much too big hoodie of sam's that he wore as he strains to control himself. sam's just too fucking hot like this, he's got his hand around both of their cocks and pumping his hand up and down fast but in a rhythmic way. dean could just get lost in it looking at him.

sam feels pretty much the same about his brother, although he wishes he had've been able to slip off the hoodie to take in the entirety of dean's skin. he's not complaining about what he ended up with, though, either. dean looks so small in the bulkiness of the hoodie, and something about that just makes him want him more. the fact that he can reduce his brother to this sends a hot thrill up through him, and he finds himself tightening his grip on their cocks. he earns himself a gorgeous little whimper from dean, and he grins to himself as he sees his brother's head throw back.

"god, you're so pathetic," he spits, and the shiver through dean's thighs doesn't go unnoticed. "letting your baby brother do this shit to you? kind of fucking whore are you?"

and oh, god, dean doesn't have any words. his hips and thighs are shaking desperately. he needs sam so bad it's like an instinct at this point, driven by the primal urge to fuck and be fucked, and he doesn't necessarily mind that sam's usually the one fucking him. this is just foreplay; pretty soon sam will be so deep inside his brother that it'll be impossible for either of them to feel anything but each other. each other's warmth, love, passion, unresolved anger, everything about each other belongs to one another. it just so happened to be the order of operations that sam was really fucking good at bossing his brother around. and of course, dean was completely compliant to it.

"y- yeah," he panted out, his hips desperately jerking up in time with the rhythm of sam's hand. "your whore, sammy. all yours, all fucking yours, holy shit-" he let out a breathy moan as he felt himself nearing the edge, felt sam's pace pick up because he knew. it was barely a few seconds before he could feel warm spurts ending up all over his thighs hips; his vision was white and searing hot like his whole soul was relishing the feeling.

it didn't last long. sam pulled away before he was fully finished, and then he could feel his brother's cock prodding at his hole. he'd prepared prior, since sam was usually too impatient to do it for him, but even still, he got the feeling sam was going to be particularly ruthless tonight.

he didn't even mind. sam could do whatever he wanted to him and he'd have no complaints. he loved his little brother, and he'd do anything to ensure that he was happy. so if fucking his brother was what made him happy, who was dean to say no?

#wincest smut #wincest fanfiction #wincest fic #wincest #sam x dean #dean x sam #samdean #deansam #proship

[tarotbydelilah444]

💗✨Who is Your Crush + Their Feelings for You ✨

A quick disclaimer before you pick and read your chosen pile. Some of the messages in these piles may be triggering for some, so if it makes you uncomfortable, please find another pac on my page. These messages will be very blunt so if you can’t handle it, look for another pac reading. These readings are for entertainment purposes, so take what resonates to your situation and leave the rest. Hope you enjoy the reading and as always sending you love and light 🤍✨ - Delilah Pile 1 crystal | rhodonite

their physical appearance: this person may like to change their appearance or aesthetic a lot, so they will look different every time you see them. This person could have a medium to darker complexion. They have tattoos that are a symbolism of the changes that they constantly are through. They are very attractive in a dark, mysterious, and alluring way. They have penetrative and seductive eyes regardless if this is the shape of their eyes or the eye color. They will snatch that soul of yours. Your crush could like to wear black and darker colors. They could be into the grunge, bad boy, or stereotypical emo aesthetic/look. This person could also have an intimidating look or aura about them that may intrigue yet scare you a bit. Lastly, they could be tall and have a skinny or husky frame. their personality + interests: this person may seem intimidating on the outside, but don’t be fooled by their outer appearance. This person is really charismatic, charming, extroverted, friendly, and magnetic. This person will eventually show you this side of them as you two grow closer. This person is very ambitious and driven, they have no trouble going after what they want and they could also be a powerful manifester, as they can attract whatever they want without have to do too much. They are very confident and self assured because they know and understand the power they possess. Your crush is very creative and they could have many hobbies hat they dabble in, so they are always busy and entertained. They are very protective and loyal towards their friends and family. This person does not fear much and they aren’t afraid of a challenge or any obstacles.

their feelings for you: this person really likes you and their feelings are really strong for you, if you were unsure or too shy to ask. They visualize a relationship with you, and the future of the connection all of the time. You are this person’s ideal person and they feel like they can trust you and be themselves around you. You make this person very happy and fulfilled. You are the only person they have eyes for and you understand them on an emotional level and your bond will only get stronger. They also believe that you are their soulmate.  how will they treat you, if you and them get in relationship: This person will be very protective over you. They will not stand for anyone trying to harm you or disrespect you in any form. They will stand up for you against anyone that opposes you or the connection. They will honor, love, and respect you above all. They love to cuddle and their love language is physical touch, so be prepare for endless amounts of hugs and kisses. They are serious about you and will not play any games with your heart. This person is truly faithful and very loving. They are very playful, so they will tease you a lot, but in an amusing way. They will also like to provide for you or do things for you whether you ask or not.

channeled messages: 444, January, August, unemployed, new job, summertime, summer romance, summer job, I want to apologize, connect with fire, gentleness, alpha male, husband material, camping, and candle magick

signs: Aries, Leo, Scorpio, Cancer, Pisces, or Sagittarius 

channeled song: Snooze | SZA

Pile 2

crystal | rose quartz

their physical appearance: This person may like to keep their true identity hidden, so they are constantly changing their appearance. They could have gotten work done on their physical appearance to appear differently, or they could wear makeup to hide their insecurities and imperfections. They could wear baggy clothes or wear fake name brand clothing to appear as someone they are not. Looks are deceiving with this individual and they wear different personas to attract people to them. This person could have dark brown to black hair, they have a lighter complexion, they could have a lean body shape, and darker color eyes. This person could also have a beard and they could be older or younger than you. Honestly a very confusing and complex individual.

their personality + interests: This person enjoys the finer things in life and they like money. They could do questionable things for monetary gain (this may only resonate for a few). This person is very focus on their money flow or their business when you meet them. They could be a business man and own their own business. They are very independent and stable. They like to live comfortably and seem to take very good care of themselves by investing in their looks and their assets. This person could like the outdoors or doing activities that can be done in nature (hiking, hunting, golfing, etc). They may also like to spend their money on luxury items or on expensive and lavish vacations, so they could try to appear very bougie and have very refined taste. This person also enjoys sex and pleasure. They could have a reputation for being a player or enjoy living the bachelor lifestyle. This person could also be moody and very secretive. their feelings for: This person feels like they get along with you in terms of intellect. They enjoy and appreciate your intellect and sense of humor. They like how light hearted the connection is, but I feel like they don’t want anything serious with you. They seem to only want to be friends or have a causal relationship, if you are open to it. Their feelings have yet to mature or they are still in the process of wanting to get to know you better before determining if they would like to pursue something with you. This person may not be good at communicating their feelings, so they avoid them to prevent things from getting serious.  how will they treat you, if you get in a relationship: This person would still be weighing their options and playing the field. They would still juggle you and other people, if things became committed. As I stated previously, this person is a player and they have other options waiting for them, if things don’t work out with you. This person will likely keep this hidden from you to avoid conflict and confrontation. They will play lots of mind games with you, if you allow it.

channeled messages: spring time, blocked communication, September, new love, solar plexus chakra, everything is not what it seems, hidden, secrets, deception, lies, false identity, the answer is yes, use your intuition, questioning if there is someone else, friend zone, gaslighting, false image, immaturity, catfishing and online dating 

signs: Aquarius, Libra, Gemini, Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces, Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn

channeled song: Jackie Brown | Brent Faiyaz

Pile 3

crystals | smoky quartz

their physical appearance: This person may have a moody expression on their face when you meet them. They may have going through a life full of trials and tribulations, so they wear their frustrations on their face. They don’t look easily impressed and will keep a poker face. This person could be of black descent. They could wear their hair in braids or locs. They could have recently changed their appearance and they are content with how they appear. This person could be into wearing unconventional or laid back style outfits. They do not take their self too seriously when it comes to their appearance.

their personality + interests: This person prefers things to be balanced in their life. They could have trouble keeping themselves in balance and harmony, but they make the most of what they can and have. This person could also have trouble making decisions, as they tend to make a choice and instantly change it soon after. They have a very accepting attitude towards life. Whatever comes, comes attitude to everything. They are not the type to push or fight for things that requires them to put too much effort or work. Though they are good at handling things under pressure. This person has a dry sense of humor and they are very sarcastic. This person may also like to travel or they tend to move around a lot searching for stability. 

their feelings for you: Your crush’s feelings towards you is very hot and cold. They may like you one minute and may not feel the same the next. They may like to stir up drama with you because they find it entertaining and may like to have the upper hand. This person doesn’t have good intentions towards you and will continue to do and say things that will hurt you. If they told you how they felt about you, it was likely a lie. This person makes a lot of promises that they cannot simply keep or have no intentions of doing right by you or in this connection.

how will treat you, if you get in a relationship: This person would be very selfish and place their needs above yours. They don’t want to put they effort into this connection and they aren’t willing to fight for you, but they don’t want you to leave them behind and find someone else that will give what you truly deserve. There will be a lack of stability in this connection, the more you keep trying to make it work. This person will use and abuse you until you have nothing left.

channeled messages: clear your energy field, cut them off now, karmic soulmate, family issues, new love, bad intentions, angel numbers, abusive, imbalance, you deserve better, transition, and acceptance, you belong to me, nobody else, I am fucked up over this situation/you, using you for sex and personal gain, spiritual and protection 

signs: Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius, Libra, and Gemini

channeled song: Rolling Stone | Brent Faiyaz

Pile 4

crystal | opalite

their physical appearance : This person is very attractive, a literal heartthrob. They have a nice facial structure. This person is average height and they could have a lean yet muscular body type. They have a great style or they put a lot of effort into their appearance to ensure that they leave a lasting impression. This person may have a tattoo, specifically sleeve tattoo. They could have some facial hair and long lashes. They could have a light complexion with light color eyes. They have red or dark brown/black hair. This person takes good care of their appearance.  their personality + interests: This person like animals or they own a pet of their own. They could also like to swim or enjoy being near large bodies of water. Although your crush is charming, handsome, and truly romantic on the outside, they seem to be a mess in the inside. This person could be paralyze by their own fears and paranoia. They could be dealing with a lot that they aren’t letting on, so if you notice that they have been distanced or not like their normal self, they are currently in a state of torment. This person could worry a lot or they are haunted by past mistakes or traumas in their life. This person has trust issues and may be weary of anyone that tries to get close to them, as they don’t want to get hurt anymore. They could also have abandonment issues that began in their childhood. Deep down, this person is very loving, caring, sensitive, and empathetic, but they have a hard time showing it because they are fearful of being vulnerable and getting hurt again. They could possibly be a chronic over thinker and super empathetic (they are very sensitive to other people’s energies and get overwhelmed quickly.

their feelings for you: This person may not have noticed that you have a crush on them or they have too much on their plate at the moment to even notice or act towards your feelings for them. This person could be hesitant to accept or be disinterested with your offer because they think that you will hurt them or disappoint them in a matter of time like others have in the past. They want to accept your offer, but they are afraid of the outcome, so they are avoiding their feelings and choosing to stay away from love for now.  how they would treat, if you get in a relationship: This person would definitely wife you up or give you something stable in terms of love. You would be the center of this person universe and they would treat like a queen/king. This person would want to marry you, have babies, and build a life with you. They would make you feel secure and happy. In alternative universe, you would complete this person and they will feel loved and secure by your side. They would trust you 1000%. 

channeled messages: December, unemployed, divine masculine, twin flame connection, pregnancy, feeling broken and hopeless, mental health issues, is there someone else, hope, new beginnings, inner peace, too focus on the past, and guarded

signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces 

channeled song: Fuck Love | XXXtentacion ft Trippie Redd

#pac reading #astrology #tarot #crystals #pick a card tarot #channeled message #channeled song #spirituality #your crush

[many-shades-of-violence]

shattered

✢ characters: Donquioxte Rosinante, Donquixote Doflamingo, Trafalgar D. Law, Monkey D. Luffy, Baby 5, Dellinger

✢ word count: 3.200

✢ content: angst, depression, loss of a loved one, trauma-bonding, suggestions of nsfw

✢ a/n: On high request, this is a continuation to Haunted. I´d adivse strongly reading this first before continuing here.

Eighteen years had elapsed since the night you bared your soul to Doflamingo and suffered the heartbreaking loss of Corazon. Time had acted as a balm on some wounds, yet the memory of that fateful night still haunted you. Unable to confess your romantic feelings to Corazon before his untimely demise, the scars of that moment lingered, occasionally throbbing with pain upon remembrance.

The Donquixote Family had undergone significant growth, welcoming numerous new members into its inner circle. Now situated in Dressrosa, a kingdom formerly ruled by King Riku Dole III, Doflamingo had schemed his way to the throne, ushering in a period of turmoil and suffering on the island. The Family's expanding reach within the criminal underworld only solidified its influence.

With the populace under his control and adversaries quelled, Doflamingo ruled Dressrosa with an iron grip, enforcing his will through fear and brutality. Any opposition was swiftly eradicated, and he maintained his dominion through sheer force.

Upon Doflamingo's ascension as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, you found yourself at your wit's end. The hope of his downfall seemed nearly extinguished. Yet, you managed to maintain some semblance of stability. In the initial years, you held onto a vague hope, whether sparked by pockets of resistance you observed within the kingdom or a budding generation of pirates and allies poised to challenge him. However, your return to sanity was triggered by the sight of Law's wanted poster in the newspaper.

Seeing the child who had once been promised immortality now grown and healthy ignited a fury within you. Springing from your seat during breakfast, you snatched the newspaper from your hand, hurling it into the nearby fireplace. Doflamingo stormed out of the room, his outbursts no longer fazing you as they once did. You knew he would never dare lay a hand on you; you remained his vulnerability over the years.

It was true that, at some point, you had engaged in physical intimacy with Doflamingo, driven by a need for emotional connection. Though infrequent, those encounters held purpose, as you kept him at arm's length. His sweet yet bitter words never managed to claim your mind entirely. In truth, you cared little for them. Your interactions with Doflamingo were more of a dissociative experience, where you barely registered the present, envisioning the touches as originating from Rosinante instead. You would likely be consigned to damnation for entertaining such thoughts—imagining intimate encounters not only with a deceased man but also in the context of his living sibling. Nevertheless, your life's narrative seemed already mired in damnation, rendering your indifference to the prospect. Instead, you directed your focus with unwavering intensity toward any newspaper article that mentioned Law and his Heart Pirates. Initially in the North Blue, then later in the treacherous waters of the New World, Law and his crew emerged as part of the "Worst Generation," a term Doflamingo had shared from the Warlord meetings.

Uncertain of your expectations, you couldn't deny the glimmer of hope that these articles held. Perhaps deep down, you yearned for salvation through the hands of the Surgeon of Death himself. Given his connection to your fallen kin, Corazon, you harbored a belief in Law's potential allegiance against the Family. Rosinante's sacrifice for Law gave credence to this possibility. The crew's moniker—the Heart Pirates—stood as a testament to Corazon's influence on the young pirate, a fact that Doflamingo himself saw as an indication of Law's intentions to claim the Heart Seat.

However, one fateful day, Doflamingo returned from a Warlord meeting, his fury evident in the pulsing veins on his forehead. Prudence told you to keep your distance during these times, as Baby 5 and Dellinger had learned the hard way. Your attention shifted to the newspaper, and the headline left you practically dumbstruck: "New Warlord appointed: Trafalgar D. Law convinces Marines with 100 stolen pirate hearts."

It took a moment for the significance to sink in. Your hands trembled, and your lips quivered with excitement as realization set in. The pieces fell into place, and the puzzle's image became clear. Your conclusion was confirmed by Diamante and Trebol's conversation, Law had not just reappeared on the scene, he had approached Doflamingo at the Warlord meeting, a reunion laden with hidden implications. The very same implications that Doflamingo's stormy return to the castle corroborated. Law harbored a grudge, and his intent was to settle it.

While you couldn't easily envision anyone easily toppling Doflamingo, except perhaps the Four Emperors, the fact that Law openly alluded to unresolved matters indicated his belief in his capability to inflict damage upon the Family. This conviction was swiftly validated when news reached the Family of the destruction of the SMILE factory on Punk Hazard, the fall of Caesar, and the disintegration of Monet—actions attributed to the wielder of the OP-OP Fruit, none other than Law.

Engaged in the mundane task of tending to palace flora, you suddenly detected a commotion erupting within the castle. It seemed that word had reached Doflamingo, and his fury had propelled him toward Punk Hazard in an attempt to thwart Law. A potent ally in the Straw Hat Pirates had joined Law in his quest, the same crew whose newspaper features you tracked with almost equal fervor to those of the Heart Pirates. An almost involuntary smile graced your lips as you continued your gardening, an unexpected swell of joy coloring your mood—a sensation foreign in its intensity.

As circumstances began to unravel beyond Dressrosa's borders, your newfound elation didn't go unnoticed within the Family, attracting a barrage of disapproving comments and reproachful gazes. Diamante and Trebol appeared particularly hostile towards you. You surmised that Doflamingo's protection was likely the only reason they hadn't already taken action against you. Yet, your precarious game continued, your actions testing Doflamingo's already dwindling patience. The final straw was drawn when news arrived that the Straw Hat Pirates had been spotted along the south coast of Dressrosa.

Caught in a perilous situation, you found yourself pinned against a castle wall by Doflamingo's formidable grip. Your excitement over the news was evident, much to his displeasure. Gazing up at him, you met his menacing glare as he inquired, "Say, do you have a death wish, my sweet y/n?" Despite his efforts to instill fear, the specter of death held little sway over you, having bid it farewell on the day of Rosinante's passing. Struggling for breath, you managed to retort, "You know as well as I do, Doffy, that death would be a kindness."

For a fleeting instant, he merely locked eyes with you, his crimson sunglasses mirroring your breathless reflection mockingly. Then, he released his grip, allowing you to crumple weakly to the cold ground. Gasping for air, your gaze followed the swaying pink feathers of his coat as he turned away. You sensed the waves of his anger, a tempest of bloodlust radiating from his every pore. Yet, despite it all, your voice trembled into the air, "You're done for, Doffy." The words escaped you, a fragile assertion of your conviction.

Doflamingo glanced back over his shoulder, his Emperor's Haki projecting with unwavering strength. The force of it overwhelmed you, darkness consuming your consciousness as you slumped, unconscious, to the floor. With his characteristic strut, Doflamingo left the room, no longer willing to indulge the antics of a caged bird like you.

The die had been cast, your words lingering in the air like an omen of change. The storm on the horizon was both terrifying and exhilarating, and you were ready to weather its consequences, whatever they may be.

Groggily picking yourself up, you tried to grasp how much time had passed since Doflamingo's blow had knocked you unconscious. The situation seemed to have escalated despite his attempts to control it. Pushing aside your weakness, you staggered towards the source of the commotion, only to realize that the castle's throne room had been torn open, revealing a nightmarish scene. Doffy's clone stood guard near the Heart throne, and in the midst of the chaos, a battered Law struggled against his bonds. Fear seized you, and you exclaimed Law's name in terror, your voice trembling.

As you moved closer, your attention was caught by another presence in the room. A young man with jet-black hair—Straw Hat Luffy—stood there, seemingly assessing you with a puzzled expression. You attempted to convey the urgency of the situation, urging him to take down the clone so that you could assist Law. Just as you spoke, the clone turned its attention towards you, unleashing a deadly steel string in your direction. The impact threw you to the ground, unconscious once more, the clone's cold words lingering as darkness enveloped you.

Gradually, your consciousness returned, drawn forth by the sound of your name. Opening your eyes, you winced at the pain in your head, realizing you were bleeding from the impact. A gentle yet firm hand stopped you from touching the wound. Looking up, you met the gaze of none other than Trafalgar Law.

"Law!" Relief and emotion welled up within you as you saw him in the flesh. Despite his own battered state, he was free from the restraints that had bound him to the Heart Throne. His grey eyes met yours, and in that moment, the years that had passed seemed to melt away, revealing the connection you both still held.

For a brief spell, neither of you knew what to say, locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. Then, you sprang up and embraced him tightly. You felt his initial tension give way, and he returned the hug, his grip growing stronger. "I'm so glad you're alive," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. You tried to rein in your emotions, not wanting to overwhelm him, but you couldn't hold back the torrent of feelings that surged within you.

As you moved to pull away, Law's grip tightened, and he held you close. His voice was heavy with emotion as he spoke, his breath catching. "But Cora-San…" His words hung in the air, laden with grief. You understood his pain, the weight of loss he carried.

But you couldn't let him bear it alone. "I know," you said softly, your hand moving to gently stroke the back of his head. "But it wasn't your fault. Rosinante made his own choice. He'd be proud of how far you've come, despite everything. I've read about you in the newspapers. You've carried on despite the baggage, and he would be proud."

For a moment, silence enveloped you both, the comfort you offered each other becoming a lifeline in this tumultuous situation. Just as the quiet settled, another voice shattered the moment, causing you to look up and Law to draw back from the embrace abruptly.

"So, she's your mom or what, Torao?" Straw Hat Luffy pointed at you while addressing Law. "She's not my mother, you idiot! She's way too young for that," Law retorted, smacking the boy on the head. A stifled laugh escaped you at the exchange, and Law looked back at you, his cheeks tinted with a pink hue. He scowled at you. "And you, don't laugh! It only encourages this idiot's behavior. Worst case, he'll come up with a weird nickname for you." You raised an amused eyebrow, finding amusement in the interaction. Raising a hand in apology, you said, "Yeah, yeah. Sorry."

Turning your attention back to Luffy, you continued the conversation. "Since we´re all-in-one piece, I guess you defeated the Clone, Straw Hat. Thank you for that." Luffy brushed off the gratitude, his carefree demeanor intact. "Nah, don't mention it. Besides, Mingo's way stronger, right?" Your eyebrow twitched slightly at the mention of the name "Mingo." Law rolled his eyes, providing the clarification, "Doflamingo." You chuckled at the Straw Hats' peculiar way of naming people, before returning your focus to Luffy's iconic hat.

Continuing on, you offered your insights to their plan. "Listen, I don't know what your plan is, but if you truly want to take down Doflamingo, you'll need a solid strategy." Law acknowledged your point, but before he could respond, you added your offer. "Let me help you. I might not have much combat experience, and I doubt I'd be much help in a direct confrontation, but I know the intricacies of this family better than anyone else. If I can provide even a small advantage, I'm willing to do so—even if it could lead to my own demise." Your determination shone through your unwavering gaze, despite Law's attempts to dissuade you from sacrificing yourself so readily.

Luffy jumped into the conversation once more, his irreverence undeniable. "Great, so where do we find Mingo, Torao's Mom?" His grin was infectious, and you found yourself grinning back at the ridiculousness of it all. Law's hiss to stop calling you his "Mom" only added to the humor. In the midst of this bizarre exchange, you recognized the necessity of a bit of absurdity to counteract the gravity of Doflamingo's actions. You were more than willing to stand alongside Law and the Straw Hat crew in whatever capacity was needed to finally end the misery that Doflamingo had wrought upon all of your lives.

The alliance between the Straw Hat Pirates and Law's Heart Pirates was a testament to the shifting tides of the world. Their combined efforts had successfully infiltrated Dressrosa, challenging Doflamingo's tyrannical rule. The battle had been intense, the stakes incredibly high, and every step you took seemed to awaken memories of a painful past.

Finally, the climactic moment arrived—the confrontation between Luffy and Doflamingo. The clash of their wills reverberated across the island, the battle revealing the cracks in Doflamingo's once unshakeable confidence. His grasp on power was slipping as the united forces stood resolute in their determination to bring him down.

Amidst the chaos, you found yourself face to face with Law once again. Despite the evident toll the battle had taken on him, he stood strong, a testament to his resilience. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, unspoken words exchanged between you. The intertwining of past memories and present struggles brought a profound sense of realization—that this was the culmination of years of pain, hope, and strength.

The final blow struck, and Doflamingo's reign of terror came crashing down. The liberation of Dressrosa wasn't just a victory for the island; it was a triumph for everyone who had suffered under his rule. With the fall of the Donquixote Family, the path to healing and rebuilding had opened.

Standing on the harbor of Dressrosa as the Straw Hat Pirates prepared to depart, you were interrupted by Law's voice.

"So, what plans do you have moving forward? With Doflamingo and the Family out of the picture…" Your attention perked up as Law's words reached you, surprised that he was considering your future. "Law," you whispered, your eyes filled with surprise, before shaking off the thought. "Well, I suppose I'll find a place to settle down, far from here, in one of the Blues. This island holds too many painful memories. And since I can't deny being somewhat complicit with the Family's actions, if not very passive, I doubt the townsfolk would welcome me either. But please, don't concern yourself with that. I'll carry you in my thoughts, wherever I go."

You nodded, hoping the subject was now closed. To your astonishment, Law responded with a hint of abruptness, concealing his eyes beneath his hat. "Or, you could join my crew. My mechanic has been pestering me about adding another female member." Caught off guard, you instinctively raised your hands to decline his offer. "Oh no, that's your journey. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"And what if I insist?" Law's eyebrows knitted as he gazed at the ground, before locking his steel-gray eyes onto yours. "You cherished Cora-san just as much as I did, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I never confessed it to him," you admitted, your throat tightening as you turned away slightly.

"Which is all the more reason to come with me. I know it might not be the ideal solution, but it's a way to honor him," Law persisted.

"What do you mean?" you looked up, puzzled.

"We are the Heart Pirates for a reason. Everything I do, all of this, it's in Cora-san's name," he gestured toward the island and then to the Jolly Roger tattoed on his chest.

Your breath caught as you hesitated. Law seemed to sense your internal struggle, adding curtly, "At the very least, consider it for my sake."

With widened eyes, you studied Law's form, his unexpected plea evoking memories of the once-frightened child with terror in his eyes. He had already forged his path in a merciless world where adults had turned a blind eye. Had Rosinante seen the same in him, as you did right now? If so, then it all fell into place now.

You swallowed hard before stepping forward and enveloping Law in a tight embrace. He seemed momentarily surprised, but soon returned the gesture. As you released him, his uncertain gaze met yours, as you replied with a teary smile on your lips.

"Count me in, Captain."

#one piece #op #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote doflamingo #corazon #donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law #baby 5 #dellinger #dressrosa #one piece x reader #my stuff #writing

[zapreportsblog]

↳ what the heart wants ↲

➘ summary : Neytiri finds herself falling in love with the caring scientist that works on her planet

➘ Neytiri x reader, avatar the way of water x reader

Deep within the lush and vibrant world of Pandora, Neytiri, the fearless Na'vi warrior and leader of the Metkayina clan, found herself drawn to the human scientist (Y/N). As the days turned into nights, and the moments of interaction between them accumulated, a profound connection began to form.

(Y/N) had joined the research team on Pandora, driven by a deep love for nature and a burning curiosity about the planet's unique ecosystem. Her dedication and genuine respect for Pandora's natural beauty caught the attention of Neytiri and her people, who held the planet and its delicate balance in the highest regard.

In the heart of the dense jungle, Neytiri watched as (Y/N) immersed herself in learning the ways of the Na'vi. Her fascination with their customs, language, and spiritual beliefs endeared her to the clan. Neytiri admired (Y/N)'s open-hearted enthusiasm and desire to connect with the land and its inhabitants.

One evening, (Y/N) found herself alone in a serene glade, surrounded by the lush bioluminescent plants that painted the night with their ethereal glow. Unbeknownst to her, Neytiri had been silently observing from the shadows, captivated by (Y/N)'s presence.

Approaching with a quiet grace, Neytiri's voice was a melodic whisper in the tranquil air. "(Y/N), you honor us with your respect for our ways."

(Y/N) turned, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she recognized Neytiri. "Neytiri, I am grateful to be a guest on your planet. The beauty of Pandora and the spirit of your people have touched my heart."

Neytiri's eyes held a mixture of curiosity and something deeper. "You are not like other humans who come here seeking to exploit our resources. Your heart is connected to this world in a way that few understand."

(Y/N)'s cheeks flushed, humbled by Neytiri's words. "I can't deny my love for this planet. Its wonders are beyond compare, and the Na'vi's connection to nature is something I deeply admire."

Neytiri's gaze held a tenderness that went beyond words. "And I find myself drawn to your spirit, (Y/N). Your genuine love and respect awaken something within me."

The atmosphere between them seemed to shimmer, a delicate dance of understanding and emotion. (Y/N) felt a growing bond with Neytiri, a connection that transcended language and culture. Their conversations turned from sharing knowledge about Pandora to sharing stories of their own lives, hopes, and dreams.

As the weeks went by, (Y/N) joined the Na'vi in their efforts to protect Pandora from external threats, and her dedication did not go unnoticed. The respect and admiration Neytiri felt for (Y/N) deepened, and she found herself falling in love with the human scientist's compassionate heart and unwavering commitment.

One starlit night, as they stood at the edge of a sacred forest, (Y/N) turned to Neytiri, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "Neytiri, my heart is entwined with this world and with you. The love I feel for Pandora and your people is beyond words."

Neytiri's hand reached out to gently cup (Y/N)'s cheek, her touch tender and filled with longing. "And my heart is bound to yours, (Y/N). Your presence has brought a new light to my life, one I never thought possible."

In that moment, under the watchful gaze of Pandora's night sky, Neytiri and (Y/N) shared a kiss that held the promise of a love that would bridge two worlds. As they held each other, the stars above seemed to shine brighter, as if celebrating the union of two souls united by a shared reverence for the world around them.

Their love story was one that defied boundaries – a human scientist and a Na'vi warrior, brought together by their love for Pandora and a connection that could not be denied. And as they faced the challenges that lay ahead, their bond only grew stronger, a testament to the power of love that transcends differences and finds its home in the heart.

As (Y/N) continued her work on Pandora, the scientists around her began to notice something remarkable. It wasn't just her dedication to the research or her enthusiasm for understanding Pandora's ecosystem that caught their attention – it was the deep bond she shared with Neytiri, a love that transcended the boundaries of their respective species.

Dr. Grace Augustine, one of the lead researchers, observed (Y/N) and Neytiri interacting with a mixture of fascination and a knowing smile. She had seen love in many forms during her time on Pandora, but there was something extraordinary about the connection between these two individuals.

One evening, as the sun set over the horizon, Dr. Augustine approached (Y/N) in the research camp. "You and Neytiri have something truly special," she began, her voice soft and understanding.

(Y/N) looked up, her eyes meeting Dr. Augustine's. "Our love for each other is beyond words. She's changed my life in ways I never thought possible."

Dr. Augustine nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "And you've changed hers too, in your own unique way."

A silence hung in the air for a moment before Dr. Augustine continued, her tone carefully measured. "We've been working on a project – a way to bridge the gap between humans and the Na'vi, to create a true connection."

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dr. Augustine's gaze was steady as she explained. "We've developed a technology that allows a human consciousness to be transferred into a Na'vi body. It's a way for us to understand Pandora and its inhabitants on a deeper level."

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the possibilities. The idea of experiencing Pandora as a Na'vi, of being able to truly share in Neytiri's world, was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Dr. Augustine continued, her voice gentle. "I've seen the love between you and Neytiri, (Y/N). And I know that this technology could offer you a chance to be together in a way that was never possible before."

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she looked at Dr. Augustine, her heart aching with longing. "You're saying I could be with Neytiri?"

Dr. Augustine nodded, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, (Y/N). With this technology, your consciousness could inhabit a Na'vi body, and you could experience Pandora as she does."

The offer was both exhilarating and terrifying. The thought of sharing a life with Neytiri, of experiencing the world through her eyes, was a dream come true. But (Y/N) also understood the gravity of such a decision – to leave her human life behind, to immerse herself fully in a new identity.

As (Y/N) looked out at the landscape of Pandora, her heart torn between the life she knew and the life she could have, Dr. Augustine gave her a reassuring smile. "Take your time, (Y/N). This is a decision that only you can make."

The days that followed were filled with contemplation and conversation. Neytiri was supportive, understanding the weight of (Y/N)'s choice. Together, they discussed the possibilities, the challenges, and the depth of their love.

In the end, (Y/N) made her decision. With a mixture of excitement and determination, she stood before the team of scientists, ready to embark on a journey that would forever bind her to Pandora, to Neytiri, and to a love that defied boundaries.

As the technology hummed around her, as her consciousness merged with the Na'vi body that awaited her, (Y/N) felt a rush of emotions – anticipation, fear, and a profound sense of belonging. She closed her eyes, the world around her fading as her new reality took shape.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes once more, she saw the world of Pandora through Na'vi eyes, felt the breeze against her skin, and heard the song of the forest with newfound clarity. And as she turned to see Neytiri standing before her, their eyes meeting in a silent embrace, (Y/N) knew that she had made the right choice – to be with the one she loved, to share in a world that held endless wonder, and to embark on a journey that would forever unite her heart with the heart of Pandora.

As(Y/N) adjusted to her new life as a Na'vi, the world around her took on a vibrant and awe-inspiring quality. Every sensation was heightened, every color more vivid, and every sound a symphony of life. Neytiri was by her side every step of the way, guiding her through the intricacies of Na'vi culture and teaching her the ways of their people.

Their love story, once bound by the limitations of their respective species, had now transcended into a deeper and more profound connection. As (Y/N) moved through the dense forests and explored the bioluminescent wonders of Pandora, she felt a sense of unity with the land, the creatures, and the people who had become her new family.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/N) embraced her role as a member of the Na'vi tribe. She joined them in hunts, learned the ancient traditions of their society, and even found herself communicating with the spirits of the land. Every moment was a revelation, a testament to the beauty and magic that Pandora held.

Neytiri watched with a mixture of pride and tenderness as (Y/N) adapted to her new life. She was constantly amazed by (Y/N)'s open heart and willingness to learn. Their moments together were filled with shared laughter, deep conversations, and stolen glances that spoke volumes of their affection.

One evening, as they watched the sun set over the horizon, (Y/N) turned to Neytiri with a smile. "I never thought I could feel so connected to a place, to a people. It's like a dream come true."

Neytiri's hand found (Y/N)'s, their fingers entwining in a familiar embrace. "You are part of us now, (Y/N). Your spirit is intertwined with Pandora, and your presence enriches our world."

As the days passed, (Y/N) found herself falling even more in love with Neytiri and the beauty of Pandora. She marveled at the intricate ecosystems, learned to communicate with the flora and fauna, and developed a deep respect for the balance that the Na'vi maintained with their environment.

One day, as (Y/N) stood atop the floating mountains, Neytiri approached her with a knowing smile. "Do you remember the first time we met, when you were still a human?"

(Y/N) nodded, a fond smile on her lips. "Of course. It feels like a lifetime ago."

Neytiri's gaze was filled with emotion as she continued, "You chose to leave behind your human life, your identity, to be with me. That decision touched my heart in ways I cannot express."

(Y/N) reached out to cup Neytiri's cheek, her touch gentle and filled with affection. "And I would make that choice a thousand times over, Neytiri. Being here with you, sharing in this world, it's more than I ever could have imagined."

Neytiri's arms wrapped around (Y/N), pulling her close in a tender embrace. "Our love is a bridge between two worlds, (Y/N). It is a testament to the power of connection and the strength of the heart."

As they stood together, overlooking the vast expanse of Pandora, (Y/N) felt a profound sense of gratitude. She had chosen love, chosen a new life that brought her closer to the land, the people, and the person she loved most in the universe.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, (Y/N) knew that her journey was only beginning – a journey of love, discovery, and a bond that would forever connect her heart to the heart of Pandora.

#neytiri #neytiri x you #neytiri x y/n #neytiri x reader #avatar the way of water imagines #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water imagine #avatar the way of water image #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water x reader #avatar the way of water masterlist #x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #Neytiri imagine #Neytiri imagines

[voidpetrova]

pack mentality II — derek hale x reader

you can find part 1 here

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content warnings and genre: no warnings — fluff, angst if you squint

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synopsis: you love him, but when it comes down to it, he will always choose the pack's power over you

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isaac's grip on your hand tightened, his fingers threading through yours as if creating an unbreakable connection. his touch was warm and reassuring, a lifeline in the midst of the emotional whirlwind. through his eyes, you could see the genuine concern he held for you, a silent promise that he would be there no matter what.

derek's retreating figure left behind an atmosphere thick with unresolved emotions. his rigid shoulders and conflicted expression betrayed the inner turmoil he was grappling with. his gaze lingered on Isaac's comforting gesture, a mixture of envy and resignation flashing in his eyes. the façade of indifference he projected was cracking, revealing the raw edges of the emotions he struggled to suppress.

As the echo of derek's footsteps faded into the distance, isaac's focus shifted entirely to you. his gentle gaze sought to understand the storm of feelings raging within you. without words, he asked if you were holding up okay, his concern carrying a weight that words couldn't capture. with a fragile smile, you conveyed your gratitude for his unwavering support.

days melted into nights, each one a canvas painted with shared moments and whispered confidences. Isaac's presence in your life became an unshakable pillar of strength, a refuge you could turn to in times of uncertainty. the bond between you two deepened, a companionship built on empathy and trust.

meanwhile, derek's demeanor underwent a subtle transformation. the walls he had built so meticulously started to crumble as his internal battle raged on. the mask of detachment he wore was chipped away by the truth of his own emotions. he watched from the sidelines as you and isaac navigated your newfound closeness, a bittersweet ache lodged in his heart.

under the luminous glow of a full moon, derek appeared at your doorstep, his presence unexpected yet somehow anticipated. his gaze held a mixture of trepidation and longing, a vulnerability he had long denied. as his words tumbled out, he bared his soul, confessing the depth of his feelings and the fear that had kept him at arm's length.

“i never meant to hurt you,” derek admitted, his voice heavy with regret. “i pushed you away because i was scared. scared of loving, of losing. but seeing you with him made me realize that i can't keep running from this.”

isaac stood beside you, a silent witness to the vulnerability that derek had finally allowed himself to show. he was the last person derek expected to see inside your house, but he made the silent realization that nothing was going on. “it's never too late to make amends,” isaac said softly, his voice a thread of encouragement.

“you're an asshole,” you snapped, heartstrings tugging as your tone remained harsh. isaac looked at you in surprise. “we all have pain, we all deal with it somehow. you need to find a way, too.”

derek's expression wavered between defensiveness and a flicker of regret. je knew your words were a reflection of the truth he had been evading. the pain he carried had driven him to act in ways that hurt those around him, and the façade he had constructed was crumbling under the weight of your honesty.

“i'm sorry,” derek murmured, his voice carrying a hint of surrender. “i've messed up. i've been scared for so long that i forgot how to do anything else.”

your anger began to ebb, replaced by a mixture of sympathy and frustration. it was a complicated cocktail of emotions, but beneath it all, there was still a glimmer of the connection that had drawn you to derek in the first place.

the following days were a whirlwind of conversations, soul-searching, and hesitant steps toward reconciliation. the emotional landscape shifted as serek began to peel back the layers he had hidden behind for so long. it wasn't an easy process — wounds were still tender, trust still fragile — but it was a journey of growth and redemption.

amidst the tension and catharsis, the bond between you and derek underwent a metamorphosis. the love that had once been tangled in a web of pain was now redefined by newfound understanding and the willingness to heal. derek's guarded façade gave way to a man learning to embrace his emotions, and you found yourself allowing hope to blossom anew.

rhrough tearful conversations and hesitant laughter, the three of you navigated this uncharted territory. the scars of the past served as a reminder of the obstacles you had overcome, and the path forward was illuminated by the shared realization that love, in all its complexities, was worth fighting for.

#teen wolf #tw #derek hale #isaac lahey #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale x reader #derek hale angst #derek hale fluff #derek x reader angst #derek x reader fluff #derek hale x reader angst #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey angst #isaac lahey fluff

[untoldreader]

Heartbeat Acceleration

Kate bishop x fem reader

Summary

The attraction turns to something more as their hearts start to beat faster every time they see each other. There is an urgency and passion that can't be denied

Warnings

None?

Tag list

@nayarianna1302 @tigerlillyruiz @alexawynters

As our journey together continued, the attraction between Kate and me began to transform into something deeper, something that ignited a fire within our souls. Every time our eyes met, our hearts would race, and a sense of urgency and passion filled the air. It was a connection that transcended words, a language only our beating hearts could understand.

In the midst of the chaos and danger that surrounded us, our stolen moments took on a heightened intensity. The world would fade away, leaving only the two of us, entangled in a dance of desire and longing. Each touch, each kiss, became a testament to the unyielding love and passion that burned between us.

There were nights when the weight of our responsibilities felt overwhelming, when the dangers of the Universe threatened to tear us apart. But it was during those moments of uncertainty that our love blazed brightest, fueling us with the strength to endure.

In the heat of battle, as Kate unleashed her archery skills with precision and grace, I stood by her side, offering unwavering support. The thrill of the fight, the adrenaline coursing through our veins, only heightened the intensity of our connection. It was as if the chaos of the world around us served to strengthen the bond that held us together.

But it wasn't just in the face of danger that our hearts beat faster. Even in the quiet moments, when the world paused and allowed for stolen breaths, our connection remained electric. A simple touch, a glance across a crowded room, was enough to set our hearts ablaze.

There were nights when we would steal away to secluded corners of the city, hidden from prying eyes. In those moments, time seemed to stand still as our bodies melted into one another, our souls intertwining in a dance of passion and vulnerability. The urgency of our love manifested in every caress, every gasp, as if we were trying to capture eternity within the confines of our embrace.

But as the fires of passion burned brighter, so too did the risks we faced. The line between love and danger became increasingly blurred, and we found ourselves navigating a treacherous path. The fear of losing each other, of the unknown that lay ahead, only fueled our desire to hold onto every stolen moment with an unyielding grip.

In those moments, we surrendered ourselves completely to the intensity of our connection, knowing that time was fleeting. We were aware that the world could snatch us apart at any moment, yet we refused to let it extinguish the flame that burned between us.

Our love was a force that defied the boundaries of the Universe, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. We were two souls intertwined, traversing a world of heroism and sacrifice, driven by an undeniable passion that transcended the boundaries of space and time.

As we faced the challenges that lay ahead, we did so with hearts entwined, our love serving as a beacon of hope through the darkest of times. The urgency and passion that coursed through our veins only grew stronger, reminding us that every stolen moment was a gift, a precious reminder of the depth of our connection.

Together, we embraced the journey that fate had bestowed upon us, knowing that our love would guide us through the trials and tribulations. The heartbeat acceleration that pulsed through our veins served as a constant reminder that our love was a force to be reckoned with—a force that would endure, no matter what the future held.

#marvel #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #Falling For The Archer

[dc-and-arfrona]

Partners in Crime

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Just a lil Jason Todd Story

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 800+

Masterlist

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The rain poured down relentlessly, adding an eerie ambiance to the darkened streets of Gotham City. On a rooftop, a figure clad in red and black surveyed the city below. It was none other than Jason Todd, the infamous Red Hood.

Jason had been fighting crime in Gotham for years, driven by his own brand of justice. But tonight, something felt different. His instincts tingled, alerting him to a presence nearby. He turned his gaze to find you standing confidently beside him, your eyes reflecting a determination that matched his own.

"Who the hell are you?" Jason's voice held a tinge of skepticism, but there was curiosity hidden beneath it.

"I'm (Y/N)," you replied, a defiant smirk playing on your lips. "I've heard quite a bit about you, Red Hood. Thought it was about time we crossed paths."

Jason couldn't help but be intrigued by your audacity. There was something about your fearlessness that reminded him of himself. He decided to test your mettle, keeping his voice stern. "This city's a dangerous place. You sure you can handle it?"

You laughed, a sound that held both confidence and a hint of mischief. "Danger's my middle name. Besides, two heads are better than one, right?"

With those words, an unspoken bond formed between you and Jason. You both understood the darkness that permeated Gotham's streets, and you were ready to face it together. From that moment on, you became partners in crime, fighting side by side to bring justice to a city that had long since lost its way.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Your partnership with Jason flourished, your skills complementing each other perfectly. The two of you became a formidable force, striking fear into the hearts of criminals who dared to cross your path.

But as you delved deeper into Gotham's underbelly, you realized that darkness had a way of seeping into even the strongest of souls. It gnawed at your sanity, threatening to consume you. The line between right and wrong blurred, and the weight of the city's sins weighed heavily on your shoulders.

One night, after a particularly grueling battle, you found yourself alone with Jason on a rooftop. The city sprawled out before you, its buildings shining with an eerie glow. The wind whispered through the night, carrying the cries of the desperate and the damned.

"I never expected it to be like this," you admitted, your voice tinged with weariness. "Sometimes, I wonder if we're doing any good at all."

Jason turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and determination. "We're doing what we can, (Y/N). We can't save everyone, but if we can make a difference for even one person, it's worth it."

You nodded, taking solace in his words. Jason's unwavering resolve gave you strength, reminding you of the purpose that had brought you together in the first place.

In that moment, as the city slept and the darkness closed in, you realized that your partnership with Jason went beyond the fight against crime. You were each other's anchor, guiding one another through the storm. Together, you had become partners in crime and in life, forging a bond that could withstand the chaos of Gotham.

And as the night swallowed the city whole, you stood side by side, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as you and Jason continued your partnership in the fight against Gotham's criminals. The more time you spent together, the deeper your connection grew. There were stolen glances and unspoken gestures, hints of something more than just friendship lurking beneath the surface.

During your nightly patrols, you found solace in each other's presence. The adrenaline rush of danger fueled your bond, creating a unique kind of intimacy that only those who faced death together could understand. The way Jason's eyes lit up when he caught sight of you, the subtle touch of his hand as he guided you out of harm's way—it was in these moments that you realized there was something extraordinary between you.

One evening, after a particularly intense battle against a notorious gang, you found yourselves seeking refuge in a hidden alley. The sounds of sirens echoed in the distance, the city's symphony of chaos playing on. The rain washed away the grime and blood, leaving behind a quiet stillness between you.

Jason leaned against the cold brick wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You watched as he ran a gloved hand through his tousled hair, a hint of vulnerability seeping through his stoic facade. It was in that moment that you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Jason," you spoke softly, your voice laced with concern. "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for something he couldn't quite name. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, but his voice carried a weight of exhaustion.

You took a step closer, unable to resist the pull drawing you toward him. Your hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before resting on his arm. "You don't have to be strong all the time, you know. We're partners, and that means we're here for each other, even when things get tough."

Jason's gaze softened, and he placed his hand on top of yours, his touch gentle yet filled with an unspoken longing. "You're right. I forget sometimes that I don't have to face everything alone."

In that quiet alley, the world around you seemed to fade away. It was just the two of you, connected by shared experiences and a growing affection. Neither of you spoke, but the air was electric with unspoken words, the uncharted territory of love waiting to be explored.

As days turned into nights and nights turned into endless battles against Gotham's darkness, the line between partnership and something more blurred. The stolen glances turned into lingering stares, the unspoken gestures became tender touches. There was a palpable tension between you, a magnetism that couldn't be denied.

One night, as you patrolled the city's rooftops, the moon casting a silvery glow over your figures, Jason turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I've been thinking," he began, his voice quiet yet resolute. "We've been through a lot together, and I can't imagine fighting this fight without you. You've become more than just my partner, (Y/N). I think I'm falling in love with you."

His words hung in the air, the weight of them threatening to shatter the fragile silence. Your heart swelled with a mixture of joy and trepidation, but you knew deep down that you felt the same way.

Taking a step closer, you reached out to cup his face in your hands, your touch gentle yet firm. "I've been falling for you too, Jason. I don't know where this road will lead us, but I want to find out together."

And in that moment, on that rooftop overlooking the city they had sworn to protect, Jason Todd and you, partners in crime and in love, embraced the uncertainty of their future. The city's darkness couldn't extinguish the flame that burned between them, and as they stood there, their hearts intertwined, they knew they were stronger together than they could ever be apart.

The night was unusually quiet as you and Jason patrolled the deserted streets of Gotham. A sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach, an unexplainable premonition that something was about to go wrong. Your instincts screamed at you to be on high alert.

Suddenly, from the shadows, a group of armed thugs emerged, their intentions clear. A fierce battle ensued, but you and Jason fought back with a tenacity fueled by your unwavering dedication to justice. The odds were against you, but you were determined to protect each other at any cost.

Amidst the chaos, you caught a glimpse of Jason's red helmet disappearing into a swarm of adversaries. Panic washed over you, a chilling realization that he was outnumbered and vulnerable. Fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins as you fought your way towards him.

When you finally reached him, it was a scene that shattered your heart. Jason was on the ground, blood pooling around him, his body battered and broken. You fell to your knees beside him, a surge of anguish and helplessness coursing through you.

"Jason!" you cried out, your voice filled with desperation. "Stay with me. Please, stay with me."

His eyes flickered open, pain etched across his face, but a flicker of determination still burned within him. "I'm... I'm not going down that easily," he managed to say, his voice strained.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you held his hand tightly, trying to provide whatever comfort you could. "You're going to be okay, Jason. We'll get through this together."

With immense effort, he mustered a weak smile. "I know we will, (Y/N). We always do."

Emergency sirens blared in the distance, growing louder by the second. Help was on its way, but it felt like an eternity in that agonizing moment. Time stood still as you prayed for Jason's safety, your heart aching with a love that had grown deeper than you could have ever imagined.

When the paramedics finally arrived, they swiftly attended to Jason's injuries. You refused to leave his side, gripping his hand tightly, your presence a constant reminder that he was not alone. As they loaded him onto the stretcher, his eyes locked with yours, a mixture of gratitude and affection shining through the pain.

"I'll be right there with you," you whispered, your voice filled with determination.

Through the endless nights of recovery that followed, you remained by Jason's side, offering unwavering support and unwavering love. It was during those moments of vulnerability and healing that your bond grew stronger. The incident served as a stark reminder of the dangers you faced together, but it also deepened the connection between you, solidifying the love that had taken root in both your hearts.

And as Jason slowly regained his strength, you knew that your partnership, forged in the fires of Gotham's darkness, had transcended into a love that would withstand any trial or tribulation. Together, you would continue to fight for justice, cherishing each moment and understanding the fragility of life and the power of love amidst the chaos that surrounded you.

#jason todd x reader #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x y/n #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc universe

[missmungoe]

Hot damn. I just read your soulmates AU and I just want to say. I absolutely adore it when you write Shanks trying to gently and sweetly coax Makino into calming down. Into relaxing. It was also one of my favorite parts of the original Siren tale, when they first enter the bar and Shanks tries his darnedest to put her at ease because he isn't trying to hurt her. It's just so comforting to see him like that.

Oh I think you're going to like the next chapter then ;) Have another wee snippet as I edit, because it's been three years<3

He froze in his tracks, her order answered without hesitation, but then he’d already seen it with his haki, a split second before she’d ripped the corkscrew from her belt.

He felt the prick against his throat where the sharpened tip touched her skin, not enough to properly hurt, but pain was pain, and the soul-bond responded accordingly, like it had for as long as he could remember, only this time it wasn't to a nameless figure in his mind, whose gentle hurts had never disrupted the course of his life.

And yet seeing her now, and knowing what she was, Shanks thought she might as well have taken the corkscrew and driven it right through his heart.

Doe-brown eyes held his from across the darkened windmill, her breaths shivering where she held the corkscrew to her slender throat; the same one Shanks had seen her use to open a bottle of wine earlier that evening, but where it hadn’t faltered in her hands then, it shook now, gripped between her trembling fingers. The deadly tip pricked his skin, but it was the conviction in her eyes that bound him, and that kept him from taking another step.

Makino hadn't moved, her back still pressed against the wall of the windmill. It hadn’t been hard to track her down, but then it was a small village, and even if it hadn’t been, his haki would have been enough.

She had a gentle presence; it was one of the first things he’d noticed, walking through the doors of her bar. Still, like water, except when she was upset, where it churned like a whirlpool.

It did so now, all her feelings bared to him, but then Shanks didn’t need his haki to know what she felt, finding them on her face, her beautiful features illuminated by the shaft of moonlight piercing the windmill’s only window, the big brown eyes and the soft mouth that had kept his gaze captive all evening, shaped now with defiance, and fear.

In his whole life, no one had ever looked at him like that. He’d seen pirates and marines turn tail and run at the sight of him, and had known the fear of death in the eyes of his opponents, but nothing like the terror that filled Makino's now, and that he could feel in her whole presence. This was a primal fear, and one that went deeper than simply fear for her safety, or her life.

“I’ll do it,” she breathed, and only the quaver in her voice betrayed her conviction. The silver moon glinted off the sharpened tip of the corkscrew, pressed against the soft underside of her chin. Her bottom lip trembled. “I’ll—”

Her voice broke, terrified tears spilling over her cheeks with her sob, and seeing an opportunity, Shanks seized it.

She started when he appeared in front of her, his cloak rustling where he’d kneeled down, and heard her breath hitching loudly as her fingers seized around the corkscrew, before his fingers covered hers gently, stopping her.

Their eyes met. In the moonlight, they looked bottomless, which only made the depth of her terror more apparent, and the pain that lanced through him this time wasn't from the corkscrew.

He didn’t know how he found his voice, the rough timbre stirring the quiet as Shanks told her, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Makino didn't move, the little hand under his still gripping the wooden handle. She was so small; it felt even more pronounced now than it had with the counter of her bar between them, and with how big he was in comparison, a fact that hadn’t escaped her, from the way she braced against the wall behind her, her knees pulled up protectively between them. He could feel how tense she was, the slender hand under his fairly trembling around the corkscrew.

His thumb pressed gently to her wrist, coaxing her fingers to loosen their grip. Her eyes hadn’t released his, full of terror and defiance, and he heard the sob she stifled with her teeth as he carefully took the corkscrew from her hand, placing it down on the floor, still within reach, although the realisation found him right after—that she couldn’t use it on him without also feeling it herself—and his breath shuddered roughly, but then he was still reeling from the discovery.

He was still kneeling in front of her, their bodies so close he could feel the warmth rising off her skin, her scent filling his nose, and knew he should move, feeling how tense she was, but he could barely think, arrested as much by the bond as the look in her eyes.

“Makino,” he said gently, and saw her flinch—as though she heard more than her name in the speaking, and he felt the bond responding as she did, like the barest pulse in his fingertip. Aware of it now, Shanks didn’t know how he hadn’t realised the truth sooner.

Or maybe he had, recalling her in the bar. The calm he’d felt, being around her, and that he hadn’t been able to put his finger on, his wayfaring soul finding its mooring, after so many years.

“Please,” he said, the rough scrape of his voice stirring the quiet. “I just want to talk.”

He saw the doubt in her eyes, her back braced against the wall and her beautiful features etched with defiance. “I don’t,” Makino said, the tremble in her voice betraying more than fear now, something fiercer in it, sharpening the gentle cadence. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for—” you, she didn’t say, but Shanks felt it like she’d slapped him.

He didn’t know where the feeling came from, after so many years where his soulmate had barely been an afterthought. Now, looking into her eyes, knowing it was her, she was all he could think about, a sudden defensiveness rising in him, leaving his voice guttural. “You’re my—”

“No!” Makino cut him off, like before, only this time she fairly spat the words, “I told you, I am not yours.”

#Shanks x Makino #Red-Haired Shanks #Akagami no Shanks #One Piece Makino #Red-Haired Shanks x Makino #opfanfic #One Piece fanfic #Shanks/Makino #mungoe writes #Soulmate AU #buckle up friends we're going on a trust-winning roadtrip!

[sacredsistersthree]

The Morrigan’s engagement with me today has been temperamental, though not in an angry or hostile way

we chatted through the cards (the deck devoted to Her) at the start of the day, where She told me to a) be patient with Her and myself (okay, cool) and b) cut myself from the fearful bonds of childhood (woof, that one’s harsh, but I’m slowly trying. made small steps, more on this later)

when I couldn’t decide what to do with myself, She implored me to light Her incense, make a cup of Her tea, and read a book (She picked, went with an old Gregory Maguire favorite) while listening to Hozier (She didn’t want Her playlist, it’s a bit too angry/war-minded for what She wanted for me today). I felt an extreme surge of emotions over the course of these actions, ranging from overwhelming (soul-clawing) love for my husband, fresh adoration- and kind of awe- at the existence of my cat, and then painful, hurtful guilt. guilt at the rejection of and isolation from what little family I have left. my fear of (the rest of that family, which I have cut off completely) engaging in any part of my past has driven me fully away from people I love and care about. I’m missing out on watching them grow up. I’m missing out on the comfort of familial ties. I’m missing out on pieces of my puzzle that have no need to be burned. so I reached out. I froze upon getting a reply, so I’ll tackle that tomorrow. but I think this was step 1 of freeing myself of those bonds She wants me free of. and then I shut my eyes and cried while listening to an old Gaelic folk song.

I feel a bit of relief, and also a tightness in my chest. I think She has important shadow work for me to be doing that I’ve long been ignoring. being in touch with Her means being in touch with my roots means being in touch with my past. not running from razed earth, but cultivating old soil and planting a new harvest. I feel Her hand on my back. I feel comforted and held by Her in these actions, a comfort I’ve never known before. it’ll all be okay.

time to drink more tea and read more books. and maybe cry a little bit more too.

#the wolf speaks #the morrigan #the morrigan deity #devotional writings #celtic pagan #celtic paganism #the morrigan devotee #the morrigan devotion #the morrigan worship #devotional writing

[laikaflash]

im so curious, ive been dying to ask you this:

which soulcalibur ships interest you the most? for the canon ones (lol the few that we have), what about them speak to you? for the noncanon ones, where is the potential for them in your eyes?

Okay, this is probably going to be a bit of a mess, but I'll try to keep it concise. Not jinxing it at all. Going off the top of my head... (drum roll)

Canon

Kilik/Xianghua: It's not for nothing that I summed this one up as "complicated, but dammit if I'm not there for the emotional roller-coaster" in this ask from a while back. I don't want to harp on why the way it ended in the old timeline makes sense to me, but again, I'm a sucker for star-crossed lovers. 'Tis better to have loved than to have lost than to never love at all, and all that... Also, I get the feeling that some overlook the fact that Kilik was raised in a Buddhist monastery as something that plays into his decisions.

Li Long/Chie: The accidental tragicomedy of "My girlfriend's a ninja?!", as I like to call it. Li Long started off as a hotheaded assassin who bit off more than he could chew while deep in enemy territory, and would've bled to death if Chie hadn't found him by chance. I like to imagine them gradually bonding as she nurses him back to health... all while hiding the fact that she and her father are fugitive ninjas, of course. (I've thought about these two a lot because I've had a fic languishing in my drive since 2020. Also, Chie's muteness gives me an excuse to practice describing a range of nonverbal cues for just about anything.) Long story short (pun not not intended), he went through hell and back for her... And it all worked out. Since he ends up in the ranks of the Fu-Ma clan during the pre-SC5 timeskip, I like to think he was a good adoptive dad to Natsu. He probably left the demon stuff to Chie and Taki, though.

Not canon (but I can always dream)

Siegfried/Salia: The Schwarzwind side-missions in Libra of Soul were my fuel, especially with Salia keeping the group together long after Siegfried ran off. ("Because without us, he would have no one to return to...") I think her feelings toward Siegfried were only mentioned in supplementary material before, so I was particularly happy about this part of the "Feelings Shared" side-mission:

Sounds like an open secret to me! (Pardon the uneven cropping.)

To me, Siegfried and Salia have the sort of dynamic that writes itself. Close friends, erstwhile partners-in-crime, leader and tactician... What was that line in Siegfried's SC4 prologue? Something about not letting anyone touch his heart?

(T_T)

To be fair, having a child born with latent Soul Edge energy would be a reasonable worry for him. That might be part of it.

Bonus: according to this relationship chart from New Legends of Projects Soul (page 118), Siegfried's mother sees Salia as "a nice girl, too good for her own son"!

(I'm probably showing more of that section than I need to.)

And now we enter my self-indulgence zone.

I've been playing around with a (very id-driven) Mitsurugi/Taki scenario and went into crackpot mode to flesh it out. It's an AU partly because I think it would take a lot for Mitsurugi to see Taki as something more than She-who-dares-get-in-my-way... Like, oh I don't know, him jumping at the chance to do some mercenary work, even if it means getting caught up in the Fu-Ma clan's business (and Taki watching him like a hawk the entire time). A fair trade for that shard of Soul Edge he picked up long ago? This is all supposed to diverge from some point after Mitsurugi returns to Japan too late for the Battle of Sekigahara (during the pre-SC5 timeskip). For now it's a bunch of notes and scenes clogging my phone's memo app.

There's just... something about a pair of rivals growing to trust each other enough to show their vulnerable sides, I'll say that much for now. Man, that was a lot of words for what started as my brain going NOW KISS.

Sorry this took two weeks. Thanks for asking!

#asks and replies #soul calibur #soulcalibur #kilik #xianghua #li long #chie #siegfried schtauffen #salia olschmidt #heishiro mitsurugi #taki #i'm not used to describing overall vibes #it's more about how things play out #chemical reactions if you will #might be a me-thing #this post took long enough for real life crap to further delay its completion #so my brain kicked back into gear out of spite

[terapsina]

An Ode to a Confession - hizzie fic

- ao3 -

'I came here wanting to make you hurt...'

Hope knew that she and Lizzie should have talked about it. The huge, enormous revelation that Lizzie had dropped in her first desperate attempt at getting Hope's humanity to turn back on.

She should have done something to acknowledge that she'd heard her.

'...like you hurt all of us...'

Lizzie had bared her heart to the darkest parts of Hope's soul and had offered that heart for breaking. And Hope had broken it. She knew that.

Both her heart and-

'...but seeing you in front of me I...'

She could still feel the way Lizzie's neck cracked under Hope's short, swift twisting of fingers; could still remember the way it might as well have been the fragile skeleton of a dove for the amount of care or regret Hope had shown at the act.

The least she could have done later, once she was herself again, would have been to give Lizzie the courtesy of recognizing the confession for what it had been.

'...I hate this. I hate how many good memories I have of you...'

And yet she had remained silent.

Out of guilt for killing her. And out of fear because Hope knew that she would also need to take a closer look at the thing that had motivated her during that crucial moment.

'...I hate that I have to be the one to do this because no one else will...'

She had run from everyone else. Had left all her friends in Mystic Falls once she'd decided on that ruinous murder bender she'd gone on. Had only really hurt Alaric as her warning.

She could have run from Lizzie too. But the truth was that Lizzie had nearly touched Hope's humanity, she'd felt it, twinging and twisting inside her chest, burning with Lizzie's words.

'...but most of all I hate you...'

It had been the toss of a coin on whether or not Hope might have turned it on right then. Heads and Hope would have come back to Lizzie. Tails and she'd only pretend to.

Fate had landed on tails.

'...for being my friend...'

But Lizzie had proven herself a threat to that icy wall Hope had built. And so Lizzie had had to go.

It had been self-preservation and self-destruction merged into one. If Lizzie had not drunk her Tribrid blood before coming to face her, Hope would have - in one act - committed herself to that terrible, emotionless existence.

'...and for being a part of my weird messed-up family...'

Because even then - even that pale, awful version of her - had known that Hope would have never been able to face a reality where she had murdered Lizzie Saltzman.

The grief and the guilt she'd run from because of having needed to kill Landon was one thing. It had gutted her, - it still gutted her and always would - but that at least had been for a purpose.

'...and for making me love you Hope Mikaelson...'

Killing Lizzie because Lizzie loved her? Killing her for no reason other than to make sure that there would never come a future where Hope might come to admit the same? A future where Hope would have to risk the same kind of agony she had only escaped by turning everything off?

No. Hope would have never been able to face such a reality.

'...because no matter how far you go...'

And there was a hidden truth here.

Because Lizzie had already meant so much to Hope. Her friend. Her partner in battle and in magic. The person who had driven her mad with frustration for years before they'd finally gotten past all those many misunderstandings. The only one who remembered Hope when no one should have been able to. The same one who - as she broke the bond and left her behind - punched and cracked that frozen glass keeping apart the mirror images of Hope and her loss.

'...no matter how evil you become...'

That Lizzie had already buried something deep within Hope's immortalized heart. A little seedling of something powerful; something bright and unbreakable; something that needed only a little time and light to grow.

And Lizzie deserved to know that. She deserved an answer instead of a lie.

'...apparently, I can't be the one to stop you.'

Time had ticked ahead but Hope had remained silent. Had left unspoken the things that should have been faced.

And now... now time seemed to be trickling through the spaces between her fingers like sand.

Lizzie had been brave. Lizzie was always brave.

And Hope was trapped like a mosquito in a glue trap. Uncertain if Lizzie still waited for that answer. Or if giving it now would be yet another cruelty that would break something once again.

'...Hope? Are you...?'

#hizzie #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #hizzie fic #legacies #legacies fic #fanfic #otp: we're in this 'til the bitter end

[eclipsedzs]

𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲(𝘀?)

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: James Potter

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): James Potter x Slytherin! Fem!Oc x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Summary: Soulmate AU- You were never to big on the idea of a soulmate, though the ones your stuck with seem determined to change that fate.

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, mean-ish Reader, hints of SH. (Won’t be using OC name much, and will try to keep her description to a minimum so it’ll still be fun for readers to read- this is just a test to a book i wanna write.)

SOULMATES, a topic that typically evoked a range of emotions within her. It was a subject that had always made her shiver and cast a skeptical glance at anyone who dared to bring it up.

It wasn't that she harbored any ill will towards people who found their soulmates; in fact, she genuinely loved witnessing others find their lifelong partners.

What bothered her was the expectation that she, too, had to be with her supposed soulmate.

The idea that fate or the alignment of stars dictated her romantic destiny didn't sit well with her. She resented the notion of not having a choice in the matter, simplistically put.

A soulmate was akin to an elixir, a potent blend of Oxytocin, Serotonin, Dopamine, and even Endorphins, coursing through veins like an intoxicating potion.

The very meeting of their eyes ignited a profound connection, an alchemical reaction within the depths of one's being.

Yet, there were moments when external factors temporarily obscured the rush of those chemicals — fear, stress, and sometimes even anger.

The bond with a soulmate had the power to fortify one's vulnerabilities, weaving a tapestry of trust that transcended reason. It was a force that could make you overlook their glaring red flags, enticing you into a hypnotic dance of surrender.

Such was the mysterious allure of soulmates, a delicate interplay of emotions and desires, bound by an invisible thread that defied comprehension.

Encountering a soulmate was akin to a lamb to the slaughter, oblivious to the impending chaos that lay in wait. With naive hope and soaring expectations, one believed that everything would unfold according to their preconceived notions, simply because the elusive notion of soulmates entwined their fates.

But reality, as it often does, would swiftly descend upon them. For soulmates, too, were mere mortals, driven by their own desires and motives.

Many humans reveled in the allure of carnage, the thrill of conflict, and the pursuit of personal gain, regardless of the consequences inflicted upon their unwitting counterparts.

In the tapestry of soulmate connections, one found the intertwining threads of joy and pain, love and betrayal, woven together in a delicate dance.

The truth revealed itself, reminding souls that the mere presence of a soulmate did not guarantee a harmonious existence. It was a precarious tightrope walk, where the potential for both ecstasy and devastation loomed at every turn.

Many people choose to save themselves for their soulmates, cherishing the anticipation of the intimate connection they will share with their destined partner.

The idea of experiencing the touch of their soulmate's body against their own becomes a sacred longing, a yearning for a bond that goes beyond physical attraction.

It is a belief rooted in the belief that true love is worth the wait, and that the merging of souls and bodies will be a profound and transformative experience.

However, for others, they didn't see the point or simply didn't feel inclined to wait. After all, a soulmate is meant to love you unconditionally, regardless of your past experiences. If your soulmate judges you for having explored and expressed your sexuality, well, then they're simply not worth it.

Among the Hogwarts Casanovas, James Potter stood out as one of the most notorious. His charm and confidence could lure in girls with the flick of an unruly curl or a captivating gaze from his hazel-brown eyes, peering mischievously through his round glasses.

He possessed a heart as grand as his ego, leaving many under his spell and yearning for his attention. His best friend Sirius Black, a close second on the Casanova scale, certainly gave James a run for his money.

Sirius Black, a prominent contender for the title of biggest Casanova, was the embodiment of the classic bad boy, capturing the attention of giggly girls and fueling endless rumors.

His striking grey eyes had the power to weaken knees with a single glance, complementing his pale, chiseled complexion that bore the mark of his Black lineage.

Adorned in a timeless black leather jacket, he exuded an air of rebellion wherever he went. His slightly curly black hair cascaded to his shoulders, stylishly layered to create a captivating effect.

With a mischievous, humorous, and somewhat dramatic nature, Sirius had a knack for playing pranks and finding himself in trouble. His reputation with the ladies was well-established, engaging in snogs with anyone who caught his fleeting interest or simply served as a temporary source of amusement.

Remus Lupin, an enigma who effortlessly captured the hearts of those around him. His gentle smiles and warm brown eyes had a unique power to make girls swoon in a way unlike his friends.

His calm and protective nature, coupled with his problem-solving abilities, drew people towards the comforting embrace of his presence.

Yet, it was his occasional mischievousness that proved equally captivating, causing knees to weaken when a playful smirk graced his face, accentuating the sharpness of his canines and showcasing his endearing dimples.

Despite his tall and lanky stature, Remus possessed an underlying strength that would occasionally reveal itself when he indulged in his desires, leaving a lasting impression on those fortunate enough to witness it.

His sandy brown hair, always slightly unruly as he immersed himself in his studies or a good book, added to his charm.

The scars that adorned his face only added to the air of mystery and dramatic allure, causing girls to squeal with delight at the slightest hint of attention from this captivating young man.

In the dimly lit Slytherin common room, the crackling fire cast an eerie glow, highlighting the green accents of the room. Amidst the shadows, a girl sat, exuding an air of mystery and indifference.

She was not a Casanova by any means, though she possessed a few tricks up her sleeve when it came to getting what she wanted from boys in her year.

Quiet by nature, her mean resting face and piercing stares often caused others to keep their distance. Half of it was due to her Slytherin affiliation, while the other half was a result of her intimidating glares and perpetually downturned lips.

Her curly, slightly frizzy hair cascaded around her, occasionally pushed away by a boy who had made himself quite at home, pressing his lips to her jaw in an attempt to elicit a reaction.

But she remained unfazed, her bored expression unwavering as she stretched out on the couch, her arms draped over the back and her legs slightly spread out – a testament to her preference for trousers over skirts, which lacked the convenience of pockets.

Her eyes followed random figures moving about the room, deliberately avoiding any significant focus on the boy – whose name had slipped her mind – clinging to her side like an overly attached girlfriend.

She couldn't care less about him, having met him in a drunken state at a party where they had slept together. While he seemed to expect something more, she had no interest whatsoever in pursuing any further connection.

With a sigh escaping her nose, she rose to her feet, gently pushing off the boy who finally seemed to grasp the hint and scurried away, his face flushed with embarrassment, no doubt seeking solace among his friends.

Leaving the common room behind, she passed through the serpentine door that obediently opened and closed for her, granting her passage.

The dull ache of her soulmate mark, a moon-shaped emblem nestled on her right collarbone, persisted as she walked, causing her to exhale an irritated breath and discreetly adjust her shirt to conceal it. The throbbing ache settled into a subtle, continuous hum, its gentle vibrations almost soothing.

As she approached the library, the door welcomed her with the comforting scent of new books, coffee, and tea.

Finding solace at a table nestled between two book-lined walls, she reached into her small satchel and retrieved a hardcover book, propping her head on her hand as she immersed herself in its pages.

Time seemed to slip away effortlessly, until a sudden scuffle of a chair being dragged along the floor interrupted her reading.

She glanced up, only to be met by the warm brown eyes of Remus Lupin. His hair was tousled, his uniform tie askew and loosened, the red fabric dangling haphazardly.

He offered her a sheepish smile, a red-covered book clutched in his hand, his tongue darting out to moisten his chapped lips before he spoke. "Do you mind if I sit here? It's the most secluded area in the library," he murmured, his voice gentle with a hint of raspiness.

She released a small breath through her nose, nodding silently as her lips pressed into a thin line. The sound of her voice, soft yet carrying, echoed faintly in the hushed atmosphere of the library.

A sharp pang from her soulmate mark caused her to flinch, her grip on the book slipping slightly, resulting in a quiet thud as it landed on the table.

Remus, also flinching in response to the sensation, raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes widening when he caught a glimpse of a faint glow beneath her shirt.

Soulmate marks were known to glow when one was in close proximity to their soulmate, accompanied by the corresponding aches.

His own mark pulsed within him, causing a subtle ache, yet she seemed oblivious to its presence as she scowled at the table and gingerly touched her mark.

Deciding to let it slide, Remus settled himself in the seat opposite her, placing his book on the table and running a hand through his hair, further tousling its already disheveled state.

Leaning in closer to his book, he realized he had forgotten his reading glasses, causing him to squint slightly as he immersed himself in the pages.

And so they spent the remaining time engrossed in their respective books, losing track of time until the librarian sternly reminded them of curfew.

Reluctantly, they gathered their belongings and prepared to leave, Remus offering the girl a warm smile while she only responded with a curt nod.

As Remus settled into bed, his mind couldn't help but linger on the possibility that he may have found his soulmate. The thought brought a mixture of excitement and curiosity, leaving him with a newfound sense of hope as he drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, the girl, Finn, retired to her own bed with a sense of annoyance at the persistent throbbing of her three soulmate marks. She couldn't help but wonder how she ended up with multiple soulmates, finding it both puzzling and frustrating.

With a sigh, she tried to push the thought aside and closed her eyes, hoping for a peaceful night's rest, away from the incessant reminders of her complicated soulmate situation.

#remus lupin imagine #sirius black #sirius black imagine #imagine #james potter imagine #jamespotter #james potter x you #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remuslupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x fem!reader #keeperofthebooks