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juiles · 2 years ago

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I’ll do better pt. 2

This was requested by a singular person but I had been wanting to do this anyway so enjoy!

Summary: After a rough day, y/n and scarlet have a rough night but this time, Scarlett protects her eldest following through on her promise.

Type: angst, fluff

Triggers: panic attack, flashbacks, mentions of child abuse, death (in a dream), guns.

Masterlist!

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Part 1

You sat in your bed later that night after saying goodnight to your mother and Colin yet you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. It wasn’t until closer to 2 am that you finally were able to fall asleep.

Y/N Pov:

I opened my eyes to see myself surrounded by water that was pitch black. I looked up seeing mom and Colin standing on a rock holding Rose and Cosmo. I called out to them but my voice disappeared into the nothingness.

That’s when i turned my head a little and saw him. My dad, standing with a gun pointing it directly at my family. I tried to swim but felt like i was being held down by the water.

“MOM!!!!!” I screamed, my voicing making me flinch back. “MOM PLEASE”

I heard 4 loud bangs and watched as my family all crumbled to the ground. Everything went black and my eyes flew open showing me the TV screen, paused on a scene in black widow with my mom. I heard a scream, later i realized it was my own, and I felt my chest instantly tighten as sobs forced their way through my throat and out of my mouth.

“Mama! Mama!!! Mama please!!”

Scarlett POV:

I heard soft whimpers coming from one of my kids but they settled down pretty fast so I buried myself into Colin’s chest before I heard my eldest scream as if she was being murdered. I bolted up and quickly ran to Y/N’s room, now noting her calling me over and over again.

“Mama! Mama!!! Mama please!!” I flung the door to her room open and saw her clutching at her throat, scratching at it, her whole body wracking with sobs.

I ran over to her bed and immediately placed my hands on her shoulders and looked at her eyes which were glossed over, she didn’t seem to be with me.

“Squirt. You’re okay. You’re with mama.” I said, firmly cupping her cheeks. “Mama has you.”

She scratched at her neck more gasping to get a breath. The last time she acted like this was the night she told me about her father. Thats when i realized, she had woken up and was stuck in a flashback. I pulled her into my arms, locking her arms against her body to stop her scratching. I slid into her bed a little more and pulled her trembling body into mine, her screams turned into sobs as she moved her hands to clutch at my shirt sobbing into my neck.

I sat there and rocked her, one hand running through her hair, the other tracing patterns on her back as she slowly calmed down. Y/N pulled back and looked up at me blinking, her matching green eyes coming back into focus as they landed on me.

“Mama…” Her voice was hoarse as her eyes filled with water again and she buried into my neck once more realizing I was holding her. “You’re alive…”

I noticed her hand was sitting against my chest right above my heart. “Yeah bubs. What happened…?”

“H-he sh-sh-shot you and d-daddy and Rose and C-Cosie… I couldn’t s-save you…”

“Oh bubs… we’re all here. Shall we go check on your siblings? hmm?” I asked pulling back slightly, cupping a cheek with my hand wiping a thumb over her cheek bone. She nodded with a small sniffle. I stood, hoisting her so she was wrapped around me like a koala. She locked her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist after grabbing her baby blanket.

I pushed the door to Cosmos nursery open and walked over to his crib, letting y/n/n look at him before she made grabby hands at him.

“You want dad to come get your siblings and we can all sleep in my bed?” I whispered into my little girls head earning a small nod in return. “Okay.…”

We made our way into my room and sat on the bed next to a concerned looking Colin. “Flashback after a nightmare. Can you go get the littles? We’re having a family cuddle night and no work or school tomorrow.” I said making Colin nod swiftly before he ran off to fetch the other two.

I laid down, y/n/n cuddling into me on her side, one hand clutching my shirt, the other wrapped around her baby blanket. Her head was on my chest and my hands wrapped around her waist, tracing small patterns into her skin. Colin came back in holding a confused and sleepy Rose and Cosmo. The two sniffled but immediately buried into their sister as they were laid down, Colin laid on the other side of the three of them and held them as well.

The next morning, i felt myself start to wake up as Cosmo slowly shuffled his way over to me. “Hi sweet boy…” Hi mumbled rubbing his back as he laid on top of me, y/n had shifted so she had her arms around Rose who was asleep on top of her, one hand clinging to Colin’s shirt in her sleep. Cosmo babbled quietly before he finally looked at me and patted my chest. “Mama miwk.” I laughed as I pulled my shirt up and helped him latch on before i saw my eldest mumble before her eyes opened to lock on mine.

“You’re all here…” She muttered with a small smile before it turned into a frown. “I’m sorry… i didn’t mean to be a burden…” I instantly frowned and cupped her cheek, my heart breaking at the worried look on her face.

“Hey. No. None of that. You are not a burden. You are allowed to need my attention too. Today is all about you squirt. I know i said this yesterday but you are JUST as important to me as Rose and Cosmo. You made me a mama. You are my first baby girl.” I wiped a tear that had fallen off her cheek. “I’m going to do everything in my power to show you how important you are to me and that I am so sorry i ever made you feel like i don’t love you. Because i do my love.”

Y/n broke down into tears again with a huge smile on her face. “I love you mama…”

“I love you to squirt.”

After a while, y/n had fallen back asleep and Cosmo and Rose were now awake and wanting breakfast so i slipped out of bed leaving my husband and eldest asleep as i went downstairs to make pancakes for my family. I had some music playing quietly as the two little ones coloured at the table.

After feeding them and myself i heard a frantic call of my name and then someone bolting down the stairs.

I ran towards the stairs and immediately my 20 year old had barrelled into my arms clinging to me again. “Y-you weren’t there!”

“Oh princess. I’m so sorry! I was making breakfast. That’s all. come eat some pancakes. I’ll sit right beside you the whole time.” She nodded pulling back wiping her eyes.

“I know i’m being clingy… I’m just… i didn’t even know he got out…” She muttered as we made our way towards the kitchen. I took a deep breath.

“That’s my fault pumpkin. I had heard rumours but didn’t believe them… i didn’t want to… he’s not going to hurt us. I called the cops on him when he showed up here. He broke parole by being here.” I pressed a soft kiss into her hair. “He’s gone love.”

She looked up at me with a watery smile making me give her a soft smile back. “I’ll do better.”

Tags: @lostinlifetranslation

#scarlett johansson #avengers imagine #scarlett johansson imagine #scarlett johansson x daughter!reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x teen!reader #scarlett johansson x platonic!reader #scarlett johansson x you #colin jost #scarlett johansson x kid!reader #scarlett johansson x colin jost #scarlett johansson!mom #celebrity #celebrity imagines

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laalaaliaa · 2 years ago

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ask and you shall be given :D

Batboys reacting to their s/o (preferably fem! but choose whatever spark your imagination) falling asleep in their arms while doing something casual (cuddling, watching movie etc.).

TY :)

Somnolent

s: batboys reacting to you falling asleep (I decided not to add Damian just because i could not think of a single scenario where he’d let someone fall asleep on him)

batboys x gn!reader

i finally decided to come back and write again, i hope you enjoy this, it’s pretty short. <3

Dick:

When you asked Dick to come over for movie night, he was ecstatic. He brought some snacks, a couple of movies, and a gigantic blanket for the two of you. You made dinner, insisted on him picking the movie, then you two were on the couch. At first, the two of you sat side by side, hands entwined together. It wasn’t until halfway through the first movie did the two of you settle down comfortably. You leant against him, your head resting on his shoulder and he held you close, an arm wrapped around your waist. Towards the end of the movie, Dick finally noticed how you fell asleep, head buried into his neck, and your arm circled around his waist.

He thought it was cute, and as much as his back began to cramp from sitting straight as a board, he wasn’t gonna move you, not unless you woke up first, he’d gain all the cramps in the world to let you sleep as comfortably as possible.

Jason:

He was the one who insisted on the two of you going out tonight. The two of you had been busy the entire week, and it was safe to say you missed one another. So when Jason came to pick you up, a bouquet of flowers in his hold, you were pleasantly surprised. From there, the two of you went out to eat at your favorite restaurant. Afterwards the two of you went out for some ice cream, you walked around a park for a bit, and you were exhausted by the end of it. You assumed that afterwards, he would take you home, but he promised one more surprise. He took you high up in Gotham, and the sight left you in awe. The city lights were blurred, and the stars shinning brightly. The two of you laid on a blanket he laid out, laughing and talking about pretty much everything. Until you fell asleep, cuddled into his side.

He ran a hand through your hair, pulling you closer as he silently watched you sleep. He’d let you rest for a bit, until it gets late and he has to bring you home. He cherishes the moment though. You cuddled into his side, he’s definitely gonna tease you when you wake up.

Tim:

When he invited you to the manor to ‘study’ you happily agreed. Tim knew full and well that when it came to studying, you lacked greatly. You procrastinated, and often told yourself you’d do it later—which you never did. So when he invited you to his home, you really didn’t think you’d be forced to study. Yet here you were, on his bed, notes in hand as he asked you questions about the subject you were working on in english. You wanted to roll your eyes—which you did—before slamming your textbook shut. You were tired, you’d never willingly spend hours studying. So when he suggested the two of you go down to the theatre, you felt much better. The home theatre was spacious, and the chairs were soft, so soft. Halfway through the second movie and you were snoring softly, head painfully leant back, so much so, that Tim had to stifle a giggle as he guided your head onto his shoulder for much needed comfort.

As much as he wanted to make fun of you, he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t. He liked the idea of you snoozing on him—well his shoulder—he didn’t mind.

#dc imagine #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #dc comics #batfam imagine

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chocolatecakeandbl · 2 years ago

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PhayuRain Dynamics

Short dive into PhayuRain bc we talked about it in the LITA Discord Server a while ago, and I decided to screw my thought about NotWritingMetasBcI'mBadAtIt, cleaned it up and here we go:

Alriiiight, Let's start on the topic, shall we? From the little clues we get from the show (I rewatched PhayuRain's part about 4 times just to make sure) PhayuRain engage in a 24/7 D/s relationship. It's a super rare thing, bc the compatibility is rarely ever given in real life, but IF two find each other (like Phayu and Rain) it's one of the most wonderful experiences a relationship can offer.

But what does it include?

So, if you head over to google you'll find all sort of gross things. Really. Do yourself a favor and don't google it. I saw a lot I didn't want to see (which says sth considering I'm from the field) A real 24/7 D/s relationship is not about one partner dominating the other about every thing. Sure, you can do it. There's no limit and each is their own. But often such a relationship only works when there is a balanced give and take.

Rain, for one, is actually having SUB printed on his forehead. If you ever been a Dom you take one look at Rain and be like "Yep, full sub." Like. there is no other option. But Rain is also a Brat (with capital B).

Phayu is not only a Dom (shows in his behaviour, the way he carries himself, the way his eyes move [Boss is an awesome actor]) but also a Brat-tamer.

(NOT every Dom is a Brat Tamer, and not every Dom's likes Brats. (I for one, don't want a Brat. Not for anything sexual, nor for a relationship. I can’t cope with it nor react accordingly) Every Dom is different. Pls keep that in mind)

We see several instances where Phayu takes a close look at Rain. He checks his reaction, gauges it. He teases Rain just to see how he reacts bc it tells more about a person than any word can. In the bathroom/stall scene Phayu tests the waters. Is Rain just a Brat bc that's his nature? But in reality he's not into getting bossed around? Is he sensitive? Is he able to submit? At first it looks like Rain isn't.

At first it looks as if Rain not only doesn't know he's into men, and specifically into someone with a shining aura of domination, it also looks as if he hugely underestimates Phayu. But a few seconds in, without Phayu actually kissing Rain (he's just teasing. He doesn't have Rain's consent, so he doesn't go down. Unlike the scene in the bed where Rain kicks him off with a pillow - where Phayu had been playing - here Phayu doesn't step over boundaries) Rain bares his throat. The ultimate submission. If you look closely, Phayu goes all OH, his eyebrows go up, his eyes widen when he sees Rain's reaction when he checks in on him. He keeps teasing Rain - again without really kissing him, just a breath of air against his neck, an occasional nosebump against skin - and Rain melts. His fingers clutch at Phayu, fist Phayu's shirt. Phayu rolls his hips once against Rain, and surely feels him hard. It's all the affirmation Phayu needs. Rain is a sub, he's very into being dominated and being told what to do, being told he's a good boy (bc D/s dynamics need quite an amount of praise).

Phayu could have gone further, but he decided to let Rain work through this at his own pace. And that’s what makes a good Dom. The consideration, the keeping strict to boundaries (they have not spoken about at that point, but Rain is like a walking open book, really). In the later episodes, we see Rain going from clueless virgin to Power Bottom. He learned Phayu's tricks and Phayu's movements. He uses them against Phayu when they start to make out after Phayu won the race. Phayu even tries to gain the upper hand again, presses Rain against the wall, only for Rain to turn around, not allowing Phayu to dictate where and how they are going. In the NC scene we see what a real D/s relationship is about. Give and take. Phayu allows Rain to do as he pleases. He gives him the power of their scene without allowing Rain to become a Dom. It's a balancing act. And they both are incredibly good at it. Phayu is wrecked right after because Rain has learned this much in the short time since Phayu took his virginity. We never see them sitting down and talk, but let's be real, it's what they did. Rain surely hadn't known about D/s before Phayu, but Phayu told him, taught him. No one gets into such a relationship without a lot of communication. And the 2nd NC scene shows how much communication they both went through. A LOT. Rain is a Brat, and he is a Sub, but that doesn't take away the power from him he has over Phayu. Quite the contrary.

First time they get intimate, if you look closely, what does Phayu do? He controls where Rain lies, how he lies. Phayu keeps Rain's hands in place on more than one occasion. This is a form of BDSM. (you may or may not call it like that and yes, I don't like boxes either, but if you go deep into these topics, you'll find it easier with boxes. Trust me. I tried without. It doesn't work.) It's a form of bondage, just that there is no rope. Why is this working for Rain, you may ask? Having a Dom (who knows what he does. May I add how rare that is?) like Phayu, who keeps his attention solely on Rain, checking in on him every few seconds without a word, always gauging Rain's reaction, and adjusting if necessary, is like a dream come true. Rain can let himself fall into Phayu's hands. He can trust Phayu will ensure they will get the best and most out of it. He can trust Phayu loves him and will cherish him. And that's the thing why being a sub is satisfying to no ends. As a Sub there are a lot of things you don't have to worry about. (which is, again, Rain in person. He's not the brightest star. He essentially needs someone like Phayu who knows what buttons to press to get Rain into the right direction without dominating him into it) A Dom is taking care of their sub, and that is what Phayu is doing 24/7. He keeps his eyes on Rain, corrects when necessary, stays cold and seemingly indifferent to Rain when he is in front of him, but melts into love stricken smiles when Rain can't see him. And Rain? In the course of their relationship we see how he starts to depend on Phayu. Yes, he is his own. He doesn't belong to Phayu. But he gives himself to Phayu. He can work himself alone (can go through daily whatever's easily by himself) but he knows he can fall back on Phayu. Just like Phayu gives himself to Rain. He allows Rain to dictate his life, can't keep Rain out of his head - see the way he got immediately worried when Rain didn't pick up his phone (bc he got kidnapped). The way Phayu frantically searched the house? That's what their relationship is about. Give and take. With D/s dynamics they both bend to their own will.

#phayurain #payurain #love in the air #payu x rain #phayu x rain #love in the air series #lita

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deanthe · 11 months ago

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i love how tonally different the first and last splatfests of each splatoon game are. the first ones are just "how many pillows do you have one your bed?" "what is your favorite kind of soda :D" and halfway into the game's lifespan nintendo just doesn't pull any punches and it's like "would you kill the president of the usa if given the chance."

if you think i'm kidding, let's check it out, shall well? splatoon: cats vs dogs! are you a dog or a cat person? which is the snuggliest? :DD i personally love dogs, they always love you and their little tails are soooo cute! also, do you like rock or pop music more? x3 CALLIE VS MARIE. SICK TWO COUSINS AFTER EACHOTHER'S THROATS ON LIVE TELEVISION. WHOEVER LOSES GETS INTO THE WORST MENTAL STATE OF THEIR LIFE EVENTUALLY LEADING TO THEM WILLINGLY SIDING WITH THE ENEMES OF THE STATE AND GETTING BRAINWASHED AND HAVING TO BE RESCUED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. splatoon 2: cake vs ice cream! which is your favorite yummy summer treat? i like to cool off with ice cream, but sharing sweet strawberry cake with cream cheese icing with friends can't be beat!! by the way i forgot, rock or pop? which was your fav again? CHAOS VS. ORDER. WOULD YOU RATHER LIVE IN A WORLD WITH COMPLETE ANARCHY AND DESTRUCTION* OR A CORRUPT SOCIETY WHERE EVERYTHING IS MONITORED AND CONTROLLED STRICTLY. (*of course, splatoon3 didn't actually end up being this way, but after team chaos won and we got the first splatoon 3 trailer about a year and a half later that made it seem like it was going to be just that was incredibly funny.) splatoon 3's first splatfest was literally just what your favorite rock paper scissors move was. they're literally all even, there's no choice that outshines the other, which leads me to believe slatoon 3's final fest is going to be about how you feel about the inevitable heat death of the universe

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatfest

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kykyonthemoon · 10 months ago

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Dream 9451

Prison is when you have to live in darkness and yearn for what you never had.

He was a traveler from year 9451 to meet her, the girl who had died before he existed.

❀ Rafayel x OC/MC | AU

❀ This story was based on a dream that I had after a day in this game. Hence, there's a cliffhanger.

❀ L&D Masterlist

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆

Afternoon sunlight penetrated through the open window frame. The curtains were blown by the wind and disturbed above the small bed. Leaning on the edge of the bed, with her body sliding to the floor and her head nestled on the soft duvet was Lucielle.

It was late afternoon, well past one o'clock. She covered her shoulders with her purple-purple pastel headphones and massaged her eyes. A nonchalant exhale escaped from her lips. A rather significant heat was coming from the laptop that was open on her lap, indicating many hours of continuous work.

As soon as she turned off the laptop and set it aside, Lucielle's phone vibrated again. She reached for it and picked it up:

"I'm here."

On the other end of the line came the voice of her best friend Cery:

"Hey, meet me at the mall later, okay?"

"At the shopping mall, or at the claw machines area?" Lucielle asked with a chuckle. She knew that her friend had invited her there only because the girl had her eyes on a guy who would show up at the arcade often lately.

"You know it! Shall we meet at three o'clock?"

"Sounds good... But I'm a little tired..."

Sniffing Lucielle's intention to retreat, Cery said immediately:

"Let's go. I've read your tarot for today. Undoubtedly, you would meet the destiny of your life there. So you must come! Don't let fate slip out of your hand."

"Absolutely." Lucielle replied with a laugh. "Your tarot cards never say anything good about my love life."

"They do, this time!" Cery gave a solid reply. "I'll see you at the entrance then!"

Lucielle could only agree. It's good to hang out once in a while. She had spent too much time sitting in her room getting her work done. And it was another day off. While others were out on dates, or having fun with friends, she chose to lull in her room for the day.

Lucielle was just an ordinary office worker, living in a tiny apartment full of plush toys that she had won from claw machines. Besides from work, she just hung around at home holding her computer or phone, or spent time and pennies on claw machines at the arcade. Sometimes she got bored and really lonely, but in any case, life still went on. She did not have big ambitions. She just stood outside of this ever changing life, watching others live theirs, as if she was just an observer.

Perhaps all she was waiting for was a magical adventure. An encounter by chance. Something only happened once in a lifetime.

Alternatively, it could be that her wishful thinking came from having read and watched far too much fiction.

She reflected on what Cery had just said, about meeting her destiny today. Then she laughed at her nonsense thoughts. The fate Cery refers to may be a special edition plushie. If so, that would be nice.

It was more than three o'clock in the afternoon. Lucielle stood under a tree outside the building rebuilt from the old structure. What was now the city's largest commercial building nonetheless held remnants of the past. That's how Linkon was — a modern place where the past met the present. Lucielle impatiently glanced at the watch before shifting her gaze to both sides of the wide road ahead of her.

She did not see Cery. But Lucielle's attention was drawn to someone at once. On the opposite side on the same sidewalk, a slender figure stood out from the crowd. Dark curls tinged with purple glow intertwined, resting down his brow and eyes were firmly looking in her direction. Lucielle let go of a heartbeat. The whole street froze and the only thing moving was the stranger's footsteps heading in this direction.

He came to a halt in front of Lucielle. The thin lips curled up into a smile. If someone had painted a dream, it would be exactly like this. Because this was so unreal. Why would there be such a perfect shaped person? Lucielle only dared to look up once, and their eyes met.

"There you are!"

A soft voice spoke, drowning out all the noise in the street, birds singing in the trees and rustling leaves. It was as if the only sound in the universe. Lucielle was perplexed. This was a man she had never seen before, but he gave the impression that he had known her for a long, long time.

Just as she was about to say something, Lucielle heard a loud call of her name from another side. Turning her head, she caught sight of Cery walking happily towards her.

Lucielle raised a hand to wave. Then when she returned to the stranger earlier, he was long gone.

"How long did you wait? Today's bus was running a little late." Cery moved over to stand beside her. "But... What are you looking at?"

"Nothing..." Lucielle shook her head and said. "I’ve just met a very strange person..."

Lucielle paused. How could she put it into words; that she had just met a picturesque beauty?; that he had just vanished without a trace in a split second? She must have been dizzy and she blamed all the milk coffee she had had for the day.

She took another glance at the street, before stepping inside the building in deep thought.

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Rafayel darted a gaze across the busy street, where sunlight fell alternately through the foliage, covering her with a soothing aura.

He had found her. In the world where she was truly alive.

Rafayel's mind was as deep as the ocean. Somewhere in the raging waves laid the memory of another land. In that place, she slept soundly, for eternity.

Year 9451,

After a series of catastrophic disasters many millennia ago, the entire world was submerged in seawater.

A new species appeared. They resembled humans but possessed fish tails, with strength and longevity far exceeding those of humans. They were Lemurians.

Humanity entered a new life form. They drifted into slumber inside peculiar cocoons kept in the lowest depths of the ocean. In anticipation of the day the human eventually awoke, the Lemurians watched over them.

However, nobody had ever awakened. The cocoons that the ocean cherished for thousands of years began to rot, eventually dying out.

Those humans’ eyes would never be able to open again…

* *

Reaching out to the glass, Rafayel removed the black seaweed that was holding the cocoon in place. They purposefully obscured the lovely sleeping girl who was drifting in an oceanic dream. He brushed the moss off the metal board attached to the cocoon to the side.

Lucielle Caelum

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Her face was pale, but relaxed as if she were just taking a long nap. Not a scratch, unscathed by the outer world. She was the best preserved specimen that the Lemurians had recovered from an ancient natural disaster. And she was one of the humans placed in Rafayel’s care here.

Rafayel approached the cocoon until his nose came into contact with the glass. He had been to this place thousands and thousands of times, watching her fall asleep and sketching her dreams. Perhaps she was dreaming of the world in which she had lived, where people could walk with two feet on the ground. Little did she know, what awaited her when she woke up was the darkness of the ocean.

Rafayel consequently created innumerable illustrations of the lands, or stories that he had learned about the ancient world. When she woke up, she would see them. She herself would tell him her story before slipping into this never-ending slumber. Rafayel allowed himself the autonomy to envisage her life, her family, her friends. He was daydreaming of a Lucielle he had not ever met.

For millennia when his eyes were only on her, Rafayel had fallen in love.

Yet, despite all their attempts to awaken humans, the Lemurians never succeeded. Eventually, the cocoons were unable to support the inhabitants within.They collapsed, and the tide carried the frail human bodies away, transforming them into bubbles that soared skyward, as though their souls yearned to rise above the waves once more. One after another, slowly, they were all gone.

Except for this only left.

"There is nothing we can do for humans anymore."

"They are too fragile for the world today."

"Let’s give up..."

The Lemurians voiced. But Rafayel, and he alone, had not given up. He assembled a group of other distinguished Lemurians and constructed a machine, before it was too late.

"Must you do this, Lord Rafayel?"

"Lemurian cannot be without a leader. Please reconsider your decision!"

"There is instability with this machine. Once you go back to the past, chances are you won't be able to return here..."

The discussions echoed across the vast sea as they carried on. Rafayel was adamant, though. Prison is when you have to live in darkness and yearn for what you never had. Going back to when it all began and preventing that event of doom was the only way. No matter how dangerous it was, he had to give it a try.

On the day of his departure, he came to see her one last time.

The cocoon that held her did not last much longer. Having to watch her vanish was as if watching himself die. Rafayel's slender hand touched her face behind the glass as he said farewell.

"I'll find you."

And then, he went. The gears of the machine turned, forming countless rolling waves, and then the ocean disappeared. She disappeared.

* *

He found her in the third millennium. As vivid as his dream came true.

There were only three hundred and sixty-four days remaining before her world began to crumble.

-The End?-

#love and deepspace #rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x mc #rafayel x oc #fanfic #painted promises #lunaire caelum #oc #character x oc #character x mc #alternative universe #rafayel x lucielle

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falconcoast · 2 years ago

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traveling home | dainsleif x reader

day two. traveling home ft. dainsleif

event masterlist

you go home with dainsleif. or, well, you're supposed to. when your flight is delayed until tomorrow morning, dainsleif books a hotel room for you. years of pining come to light.

a/n: LATE AGAIN I AM AWARE had piano today why am i involved in so many extracurriculars. tbh i took a lot of creative privilege because i <3 this trope but anyways take a lil dainy he's so baby to me <3

tags: the best slowburn trope ever. you know what it is. no warnings apply! :D

as your childhood friend and roommate in your apartment, it was only natural for you to travel home together. you’d call it a blessing in disguise that he was willing to accompany you; he’d managed to drive through liyuean traffic all the way to the airport, carried all of your bags, and gotten to your gate with an hour and a half to spare. so when you had heard that your flight was delayed until tomorrow morning, dainsleif was quick to find a solution.

“oh, archons, how are we supposed to find a hotel room? it looks like everyone’s stuck here until tomorrow,” you lamented, looking at the bright red “delayed” notifications on the arrival and departure screen.

“i already booked a room for us,” dainsleif answered, showing you his phone. “shall we head out now? we can check in in thirty minutes.”

taking his hands in yours and squeezing them tightly, you grinned at him. “you’re a miracle worker, you know?!” you exclaimed, hugging him tightly around the waist.

a little over an hour later, you were in the hallway with dainsleif. the stormy weather outside batted at the windows of the hotel airport, violently wiping leaves across the panes. it echoed down the hall, where the two of you were the only occupants.

opening the door, you let dainsleif in first. “i’m so excited,” you chirped. “yeah, it sucks that we can’t be on the plane home right now, but at least we can, like, fully lay down now! and also not eat shitty airplane food. man, when i was going home for fall break, i--”

“there’s only one bed,” dainsleif interrupted your spiel.

“hey, i was talking about my--wait, what?!”

“there’s only one bed,” dainsleif repeated plainly, while you stuck your head through the door.

looking inside, he was making an astute observation. there was, in fact, only one bed with crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows. “oh,” you breathed out. you supposed that even a paragon like dainsleif could mess up every once in a while.

“there are no other rooms in the hotel. the rest have already been occupied,” your best friend declared, ushering you in and shutting the door. “it was a mistake on my part, y/n. i solemnly apologize. i will be sleeping on the floor to pay for my actions.”

“hey, what?! i don’t want you sleeping on the floor!” you pouted, placing your hands on your hips. “it’s really not a big deal, dain. you’ve been working overtime to make sure we get home safely. i’ll be the one sleeping on the floor.”

“absolutely not.”

“well, you’re not going on the floor whether you like it or not! not on my watch!”

…and that was how you and your best friend ended up sitting on the edge of the bed together in your pajamas together. it had been a long, long time since you and dainsleif had had a sleepover together. “reminds me of when we were kids,” you smiled, as he plugged his phone into the nightstand plug. “we used to watch scary movies in a pillow fort on nights when we had math tests in the morning.”

“yes. but we’re all grown up now, aren’t we?” he said, running a hand through his blond hair.

you stared at him after he said that. surely, if you were to tell your hometown friend that you slept in the same bed with him tomorrow, there would be a romantic implication to it.

you thought about it like you hadn’t had a crush on him since you were teenagers. dainsleif had always been there for you. hell, even today, he stood as your voice of reason in the chaos of getting home. he was like that when you were back at your apartment too. he always brought you a sweet treat when he came home from work, he offered a clean sleeve when you cried, and remembered the smallest things. it was impossible to not fall in love with dainsleif.

“y/n, you have been spacing out for a while. are you alright?” he asked, cradling your cheek. there he went again, being ever the gentleman. cheeks flaring with heat, you turned away and pressed your palms to your cheeks.

“it’s nothing!” you all but exclaimed, crawling to the headboard and diving under the sheets. a soft rumble of laughter erupted his chest as you hid under the comforter.

“good night, y/n,” he whispered, patting your covered figure on the head.

with a click of the nightstand light, the room disappeared into darkness. you still hid under the sheets, clutching onto the cold cloth for dear life. you were in proximity with the man you had had a crush on for years now and yet you still felt the need to hide, as if he could read your thoughts. the thought of him knowing tore your brain apart, and you knew it would only end with you losing your best friend.

you laid there for what felt like an eternity until you heard dainsleif shift. turning over, you shyly peeked from your position. surprisingly, he was already looking at you, and he was pouting. “did you need something, dain?” you asked softly.

the moonlight caught his eye, glowing an ethereal blue. “it’s nothing,” he replied, a bit too easily to be chalked up to nothing. you deadpanned. sighing, he turned away in shame. “i…i’m a bit cold.”

“aw, dain, that’s nothing to be ashamed of!” you grinned, shifting closer to him. “i dunno if i can provide any comfort, but i can come closer to you, if you’d like.”

you neared him, putting your hands together and placing them slightly in front of your chest. he copied your motion, drawing your bodies closer. “may i…?” he asked, fingers reaching out for your drawn hands. although you were slightly nervous, you nodded. his hand covered yours and it was both gentle and cold. staring at him again, you smiled before shutting your eyes.

you moved a little closer, so close you swear you could feel his heartbeat. after a small gulp, you decided that it was now or never. shifting your head, you laid it on his chest. opening your eyes to see his reaction, you looked away bashfully. “i’m a little cold, too,” you whispered.

dainsleif let a little note of contentment, he wrapped an arm around your neck, rubbing small circles into your back. your hand came to his chest, finally settled in a comfortable position.

his heartbeat steadily increased, thrumming in your ear. innocently, he kissed your forehead. “good night, y/n,” he said as you tethered onto the last bits of your sleepy consciousness. “i love you, ardently so.”

his words followed you into your dreams.

me when dain: (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dainsleif x reader #genshin impact reader inserts #genshin impact imagines

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year ago

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Unwilling Dreamer pt4

Part 3 here

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Shamat: *wincing as the healers disinfect and dress the freshly opened wounds, pouting slightly as the head healer scolds him for being so careless* they wouldn’t keep opening if you’d just use magic. Why are you being so in- ow! *hisses pulling his leg back from one of the healers*

Head Healer: Magic may close the wounds, but the skin will lose its elasticity and be left with severe scarring. Nerevar is adamant we leave your skin as unblemished as possible.

Shamat: b-but I don’t care about scars, I’m in pain! D-doesn’t it matter what I want?…

Head Healer: *sighs unable to meet his gaze* I cannot go against lord Nerevars wishes. *watches as his underlings finish up* We will leave you to rest now. One of us shall return with your medicine this evening. Lord Nerevar should be with you again shortly to sate your ‘boredom’.

Shamat: wh-where did he go?… I know he fetched you and your underlings but- he looked so angry.

Head Healer: it’s not my place to question such things. Nor is it yours lord dagoth. I’m sure as you heal… you’ll see how things operate here under lord indorils rule.

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *shoves the heads of shamats guards on spikes before the gathered mass of his ordinators and temple guards alike* Let this be my ONLY warning. If any harm comes to Voryn Dagoth on your watch. Death. If any of you sully his dignity, body, or name. Death. And if any of you feel brazen enough to cause him harm with your own hand. I will see to it that your foul murder will be conducted with my own blade. You’re dismissed. *turns and walks back up the temple steps, grabbing his lance from one of the trembling temple guards as he walks by*

The guards: *all whisper amongst themselves as they disperse, none of them noticing the hooded, masked figure lingering amongst them, watching nerevar ascend the steps, knowing full well of who he’s keeping prisoner behind the stone walls*

*that evening*

Shamat: *laying in his bed, robe lose and draped over his relaxed slender frame, clinging to the sweat glistening over his dark grey skin along with his dark ebony locks. His pupils blown out with another dose of his ‘medicine’, drugged, waiting, and helpless*

*creaking as the door opens*

Nerevar: *steps in and smiles fondly at him, admittedly beginning to find some sick pleasure in how the poison makes his sweet voryn so very relaxed, and almost tempted to continue feeding it to him if it weren’t for the long term health defects it could cause him* comfy?…

Shamat: *glances over at him, only managing a weak, soft moan from his lips* mnn…

Nerevar: *hums in response as he walks to the bed, removing his armour as he approaches and sits beside him* I love seeing you so relaxed… *gently strokes his face as he sighs* I’m sorry I’ve neglected you so. I never realised how boring it must be, all alone without me.

Shamat: *leans into his touch, every sensation against his skin feeling hot and sending tingles down his spine. Too far gone into his high to even register what nerevar is saying to him* mmm…

Nerevar: *smirks ever so slightly, seeing his beautiful dreamers face behind the grey skin and red eyes, hearing his voice so softly hum and moan to him, feeling like he’s so close to being where he needs him to be* it won’t be long now… *leans down* just a little stronger, that’s all I need you to be… then I can bring you back to your former glory… *presses his lips to his earning a soft, surprised whine from shamats lips, the dunmer too dazed to understand what’s fully happening, and unable to stop it even if he tried*

*a few months later*

Shamat: *still healing ever so slowly but far more able bodied at last. Dressed in the heavy robes of house dagoth, now seated at the table by his bed on the verge of tears as he tries to read the scriptures nerevar assigned him to practice* Gods h-he’s going to be so mad if I don’t get this- he said I wrote this? When? When I was v-Voryn? But he says I’m- I can’t- *sighs moving to rub his face before pausing remembering face markings he had to sit hours through having applied, along with the kohl around his eyes* ughh… *grabs his ears and winces forgetting about the still fresh piercings where two gold loops hang framing his face above the heavy gold collar around his neck and collarbone* fuck… if this is what Voryn liked to wear I don’t think I’m cut out to be him… *sighs and lays his arms on the table, resting his head in them and closing his eyes, just for a moment*

“He’s broken… he wants to break you too…”

Shamat: *jolts awake and looks up to see himself seated across from him, golden skin, red eyes, himself but not truely him, Voryn* I-it’s you! Me? I… he wants- to break me?…

Voryn: he went mad searching for me… us… so desperate to bring me back he’ll stop at nothing to achieve it. Whether you like it or not…

Shamat: I? I should be happy about that though right? He’s- he’s harsh but he has a hard job! And he still finds time to care about me he… he says he cares about me.

Voryn: at what point does care become obsession?… Do you truely feel he cares about us?…

Shamat: I… I think he does… I’ve spent so long on the streets, with nothing, being hurt by everyone, used over and over again but he… he gave me a home, a bed, I can eat as much as I want, I don’t have to beg to survive anymore and-

Voryn: You’re not allowed to leave this room are you?… how long have you been in here?… when was the last time you saw the sun?…

Shamat: I’m… im healing. He’s keeping me safe in here. It can be lonely but he keeps me company, hes teaching me to read-

Voryn: and loses patience when you don’t meet the standards he holds you to.

Shamat: he doesn’t lose patience I’m just not as good as-

Voryn: me.

“Voryn? My dreamer?”

Shamat: *jolts awake and nearly falls out of his chair seeing nerevar standing before him with a soft, gentle smile* M-my moon and star I- what time is it? I was-

Nerevar: *chuckles wiping a bit of ink off of his face* It’s nearing supper time, you must’ve been tired after lunch I take it?

Shamat: *blushes leaning into his touch a little* I- I must have been, I was trying to read and then- you woke me up.

Nerevar: *nods and tilts his head remembering fondly how often he’d find voryn passed out at his desk* you used to do that often… well, no matter. *reaches into his bag pulling out a dark cloth* I have some great news. *pulls the cloth back revealing a golden mask, with 3 eyes* it’s time.

#Shamat the sharmat #nerevar #Skyrim #Shamat dragonborn #voryn dagoth

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revoltingcreation · 10 months ago

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Prolonged Reunion

(Henry Clerval/Gender Neutral Reader! No warnings needed :D)

It was only supposed to take two months, but here you found yourself arriving at Geneva seven months later. You knew a storm was approaching, but what luck for it to strike when you needed to cross the ocean. Thankfully you were alright, but you had to build an entirely new vessel. You…weren’t that good at boat building, but it worked and that’s all that mattered. When you finally reached the shore, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Now you just need to get home.

Your house was just a few miles away, so you walked down the streets and enjoyed the scenery of your hometown. You had missed it after all, but there one thing you had missed the most.

Henry.

God, what would he be thinking about right now? Hopefully he didn’t worry himself to death like someone else you knew, no, he’s stronger than that…right? Your pace quickened as your thoughts continued, until you had reached your house. You shoved around your pocket until you found the key, and twisted the door open.

“Hello?” You called out, shutting the door behind you. The house was empty, it seemed. All the lights were turned off and no doors were opened.

“Henry!” You shouted out. Did he leave? You sighed, kicking off your shoes and heading up the stairs to your room. You didn’t blame him, he probably thought you were dead. Opening the door to your bedroom, you were going to just fall onto your bed, until you noticed a familiar face on your mattress.

“My love!” You whisper-screamed. He was definitely asleep. His eyes were shut and his hair was coming out of his bun. He must have forgotten to take it out again..

With a smile on your face, you crept into the bed, sitting down next to him. You ran your fingers through his soft, auburn hair. He was so beautiful. You could hear him mumble something, and you quickly removed your hand. His eyes fluttered open, his gaze looking around the room, until—

“Y/N..?” He murmured, slowly sitting up.

“Yes, Clerval?” You watched as his eyes lit up, and it seemed that colour had returned to his face. He immediately pulled you into an embrace, gripping onto you as tight as he could.

“Good heavens, where have you been?!” He asked.

“My boat got damaged, and I needed to make a new one,” you admit, “but I am back now, love.”

“And you shall never leave my sight,” he joked, “best that happens again.” The two of you chuckle to this, however you know he means it. You and Henry pull away from your hold, and now you could look at his face in better light. Even with you reanimating him earlier, he appeared quite ill. He had bags under his eyes, and his smile, whilst still loving, was more faint.

“My love,” you begin, “Why don’t I make you some breakfast? You seem rather famished.”

“No, no, you stay right here. I’ll make you something.”

“But—“

“Stay there. I’ll bring you a change of clothes as well.” You watched as he hopped off your bed, getting right to work. Maybe not that much has changed in seven months.

#frankenstein #frankenstein x reader #henry clerval #henry clerval x reader #please more henry x reader #im begging #lplsd #the modern prometheus

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pentopaper23 · 10 months ago

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Our own form of courting: Chapter Two - Interlude - The Rules

"Doctor Dawkins" a voice said as Jack walked into his office. Jack jumped and almost poked out his eye, he had been rubbing it tiredly as he came into his office. "Lady Jane," Jack said, "To what do I owe the pleasure."

He felt Lady Jane looked him up and down taking in the blood splatter on his clothes and hands. He had been swamped with operations rushing in from a mine collapse all morning and had just finished with amputating a crushed arm. "I’m here to speak to you about my daughter" Lady Jane said taking a seat behind his desk in his chair. He didn’t show the annoyance he felt as he sat in chair opposite her.

When she didn’t answer he asked again, "How can I be of assistance". He was unable to stop himself from anxiously holding his hands together in his lap and he knew that she noticed.

“I’m no fool Doctor Dawkins, I knew you were lying about knowing the rules of courting when we spoke last week, and I can only assume that my daughter has not informed you of them in the hope that you won’t ask." she said sternly. She wasn’t wrong, he was pretty sure that he and Belle had been flaunting and breaking many a rule in the last week. Holding hands when they thought no one was watching, there were spending an increasingly amount of time hidden away the storerooms around the hospital and late-night visits through her window. He had assumed that all those actives were against the modern courting rules and Lady Jane was right in assuming he wasn’t in any rush to ask.

His non answer was all she needed and with a sigh she stood up form the chair and reached into her skirt pocket. She placed a slip of paper with writing on it on the desk in front Jack and left the office without another word. Jack picked up the note, but the words moved around the page as he tried to read them. He caught random words like ‘impure’, ‘engaged’ and ‘gentleman’ but the rest was a blur of confusion. Angrily he shoved the note into his vest pocket and went back to the ward, filing away in the back of his mind to speak to Belle later and to have her read it to him.

He was laying in bed later that night when a soft knock was made at his door. Frowning at it he didn’t move until he heard it again. “What?!” He yelled out hoping that the person would just go away when they heard his tone. But alas the door cracked open and Belle slide in, “Hello to you too” she said closing the door with a soft click before leaning back against it. They stayed in comfortable silent for a moment, Jack still laying in bed and Belle resting against the door, “I heard my mother paid you a visit” Belle said suddenly. Jack nodded, “Spoke to me about the rules of courting. Left me a note but I couldn’t…” he motioned to the unread note on his small desk. Pushing off the Belle moved across the room to pick up the note, she scoffed while reading them and loved up at Jack.

“Shall I read them?” She asked taking a seat on his desk chair. “By all means,” Jack said crossing his hands behind his dead and settling in to listen to her. “We have defiantly broken one or more of them” Jack said when she was finished.

“But how convenient of my mother to give it to us list form” Belle said picking up a pencil and placing a cross though number ten on the list; A girl should not be invited by any gentleman to visit his place of residence without a chaperone. Placing the list back onto the desk she got up and undid the cloak she was wearing letting it fall to the floor. She was only wearing her night gown underneath and she felt Jack’s eyes follow her as she paced over to the bed. Jack has moved up so that he was sitting against the bed head with his legs stretched out in front of him, Belle threw a leg over his hips and climbed into his lap.

“We seem to be breaking number ten my Lady” Jack said placing his hands low on her hips and pulling her tightly against him.

“Lists are made to be crossed off my love.” Belle said before kissing him deeply. Number ten indeed.

#fanfiction #pentopaper23 #fanfic #fan fiction #ao3 fanfic #dodgerfox #jack x belle #jack dawkins #lady belle fox #the artful dodger #the artful dodger fanfiction #the artful dodger fanfic #artful dodger #artful dodger fanfiction #dodgerfox fanfiction #dodgerfox fanfic #belle fox #belle x jack #cross posted on ao3

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love-toxin · 2 years ago

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ELLIE

Fruity four POKEMON AU

WHAT ARE THE TEAMS????

nyehe! <3 i shall bestow my humble input!

fruity four pokemon team au!

Eddie

Crobat

Eddie started raising it as a Zubat when he was young, after finding it wounded and collapsed in the mud and rain outside the trailer. He tried to release it so it could be free once it was healthy, but it stuck around and has since evolved into one of the strongest pokemon on his team. It loves Eddie to death and can be surprisingly clingy, but it becomes aggressive when it senses ill intent directed at its trainer. Despite being a bigger pokemon, it's the one that accompanies him out of its ball the most often, and it likes to sleep in his bed when he lets it since they always used to do so when they were both much smaller.

Aegislash

Eddie didn't so much choose this pokemon as it chose him. It just kind of floated up to him while he was out in the woods one day, and when he got jumped for his drugs a few minutes later it defended him, and allowed him to capture it and take it along after it had vanquished his enemies. It usually stays in its ball unless Eddie takes it out, but occasionally it will join in on his D&D sessions to act as a sword and shield when Eddie's performing as some grand NPC or BBEG. It generally has little presence otherwise however, and tends to creep out anyone he has over if he doesn't warn them about it first–it's scared his friends before who thought it was just a decoration hanging on the wall.

Obstagoon

It loves being onstage with Eddie and his other pokemon, and will belt out its explosive screeches to echo the guitar solos that Eddie shreds out. When Eddie's other pokemon get rowdy or out of control, or when there's a wild pokemon causing trouble, Obstagoon will skillfully taunt the troublemaker and draw it into a battle to calm it down. However, this also means that it's very likely to get into battles with both pokemon and humans if they go after its trainer, which usually results in Eddie having to call it back to keep it from getting him arrested. It's a great bodyguard for his shows, though, just by its appearance alone.

Toxtricity (low key)

It's one of the two pokemon that often join him onstage when he's performing, although Toxtricity plays more of a musical role as it strums the violet-coloured organs on its chest to let out bass-like riffs, along with violent sparks of electricity that make the performance look even more punk. It can be a little uppity since it's not a big fan of other pokemon, and it sometimes has trouble following commands when it's in a bad mood, so it gets into scuffles with his other pokemon more often than usual. But, like the rest of Eddie's team, it likes his music a lot–so as long as he practices the guitar for them and plays some tunes here and there, it can be lulled into listening to him again.

Hydreigon

Having a pokemon like Hydreigon around certainly doesn't help Eddie's reputation, since the species is considered a bad omen and the pokemon itself is often feared for its violent and evil nature, but that really couldn't be further from the truth in this case. Living with Eddie during his tumultuous upbringing has turned what was once a timid Deino into a very protective, gentle-hearted Hydreigon. It still remembers having to stay quiet and practice hiding to avoid the wrath of Eddie's dad alongside the boy, and now it sees itself as a protector of not just Eddie, but all of his friends and all of Hawkins. If Eddie disappears for a long time and it doesn't know where he is, it panics, and will start going on a destructive rampage until it finds him safe and sound.

Grimmsnarl

To be honest, Eddie caught an Impidimp just cause he thought it was cute–and it looked lonely, like it needed a friend, even though it swiped his wallet when he bent down to pet it and he had to go chasing after it to get it back. He had no idea it would grow to be such a strong, beastly pokemon, but Eddie thinks it's metal and he considers it a good friend. And Grimmsnarl is definitely the one who gets along best with the other three's pokemon and with the kids, it's more amiable to following the others around to help them out or keep an eye on them, whereas its fellow team members tend to stick to Eddie's side.

Nancy

Mimikyu

Nancy found it hiding under her bed when she came home one day, and repaired its disguise with her sewing needle when she realized it had been torn up by some other pokemon. Since then, it’s come back several times to bring her gifts, like little stones or flowers, until she eventually took it on to her team to join her. It often helps her find things she's lost or misplaced, and brings over her keys when she forgets them–but despite being very affectionate and helpful to its trainer, it's never one to shy away from putting the fear of god into anyone it thinks might hurt her.

Vileplume

Nancy spent a lot of time training this pokemon, mostly because poison types can be difficult to keep under control, and because it can be a bit unruly when it's hungry or bored. But because of that, her Vileplume is quite well-behaved and mimics Nancy's mannerisms a lot, and often is the pokemon she has by her side when she's out and about. It not only keeps her garden fresh and healthy being a grass type, but also uses its Sleep Powder to help her and the other three get a better rest when they have night terrors. It's all around a helpful pokemon to have, and definitely not one to shy away from battle, either.

Sylveon

Having grown it from an Eevee, Sylveon is the one that's been with her the longest and has become a therapy pokemon of sorts as Nancy's grown up. It's been there for breakups, for Barb, for bad marks on tests and nightmares that wake her up in cold sweat, and it likes to take her for walks with its ribbons wrapped around her hand to calm her down when she's stressed out. Though it has a sweet nature, it still hasn't quite forgiven Steve for that time he broke her heart, and it sometimes nips at him or smacks him with its ribbons if it thinks he's being mean to her. But on the flipside, it's totally obsessed with Eddie and loves grooming his hair when he comes home from work.

Octillery

It's an obvious choice for her, and besides evaluating its sniping techniques, she and her Octillery also help each other with practice by having shooting competitions out in the backyard. Even if she's going somewhere where the environment won't be ideal, or the pokemon will be strong against it, it never wants to be left behind and will pester her to come along until she eventually gives in. It can be a bit of a menace if left to its own devices as well, and will climb up to the ceiling and dangle there by its suction pads to drop on unsuspecting prey when they walk past–although, one time it did so to Eddie, and Nancy had to spend an hour prying its sticky limbs off the poor guy's hair.

Machoke

People sometimes make fun of her for having such a flashy, muscly pokemon, since Machoke is usually one that teenage boys always end up wanting to train just to show off and look more manly. But it truly likes helping Nancy and she likes having it around, because knowing that it can use strength that she can't match puts her at ease–if she ever needs protection, or if she needs to protect her loved ones, then it won't have to lie solely on her own shoulders. It loves to help her train on her own too, and will let her use it as a punching bag to test her strength while encouraging her with its cries, before they do their daily exercises together.

Bisharp

It's definitely the most brutal on her pokemon team, and she lets it spar with Machoke or Steve's Lucario so it can get out some aggression now and again. If ever she needs to get information out of somebody or just try to intimidate them, Bisharp is the pokemon that will be at her side, staring down whoever it is until they grow terrified enough to give in. While it has a bad habit of trying to command her other pokemon, it recognizes her as the leader of the pack and can't be swayed to listen to anyone else but her. It collects its own metal shavings when it sharpens its blades to gift to her as a token of loyalty, and once she finds the right place to do it, she gets them melted down and reshaped to add modifications to her guns, which is honestly the highest compliment she could give to it.

Steve

Lucario

Steve got it as a gift from his parents when it was a freshly-hatched Riolu, but because it can sense auras and he has a problem with managing his stress, they didn't get along at first and just frustrated each other–plus, it didn't like how selfish and vain Steve became as he went through adolescence, too. After a while of trying to appeal to his new pokemon, though, it warmed up to him and is now more than happy to battle for him in its evolved form. The pokeball it stays in will start rattling uncontrollably if it hears sounds of a scuffle from inside, and if Steve doesn't reassure it that nothing's wrong, it'll spring out and Force Palm the nearest person--which, in the situations when the danger is benign, has certainly gotten him into trouble more than once. Better safe than sorry though, right?

Blissey

It started following him around when it was still a Chansey, because it could sense his pain and was insistent on giving him its egg in the hopes that it would make him feel better. Even if he wanted to, Steve wouldn’t be able to get rid of it, but he really does love its company and feeling like there’s always someone thinking about him and wanting to care for him. If it senses that he's got one of those dreaded headaches coming on, Blissey will rush to Steve's aid and rattle him with cries until he lays down, so it can start soothing him with a Heal Pulse to help it abate. Despite being a docile pokemon, it occasionally will throw itself into a battle if it feels that Steve is helpless to defend himself, and as a last resort will use its Healing Wish move to expend the rest of its strength to support him.

Lurantis

Both Lopunny and Lurantis fawn over their trainer, but Lurantis is the shyer of the two. It's very clingy around him and will follow close behind when he's at home, bugging him to groom it and tend to its petals to keep them glossy and colourful as it likes. It can be a bit of a hassle since it's so high-maintenance, but it produces its sweet-smelling aromas in tandem with Blissey's healing to relieve his headaches when he does it, plus it always gets chittery and happy when Steve takes care of it--it even nuzzles his face whenever he's down, and sprouts pretty flowers from its arms to gather them up and gift to him to cheer him up. It'll do so when he wants to give a bouquet to someone too, but it'll pout if whoever it is handles them too roughly.

Rampardos

With the help of his other pokemon, Steve managed to calm it down from rampaging around town, and decided to start training it for protection. Being owned by a trainer doesn't mean it's totally domesticated, however–when it gets fixated on something, like a perceived enemy or an obstacle, Steve's often having to throw himself between his pokemon and whatever it's trying to bash to keep it from destroying something, and often he has to do damage control when it gets into the heat of battle in public places. With all that said, though, it likes Steve a lot and would never (intentionally) hurt him, and it's a fantastic player in pokemon battles when it's listening to his commands.

Lopunny

His friends think he's a mother hen, but they have no idea how much his Lopunny mother hens him. It uses the fur it sheds to stuff into his shirt or jacket when it's cold outside, but when he keeps trying to duck away or pulls it out, Lopunny ends up gifting the fur to Robin so she can fashion scarves or mitts for him to keep his pokemon satisfied. And while most Lopunny are pretty timid, Steve's has a penchant for fighting when it feels its trainer is being threatened–even if it's something as benign as someone being rude to him. It likes to fix his hair while Lurantis straightens his clothes before he goes out, so the two of them can make sure their trainer looks stunning when he leaves the house!

Galvantula

Steve ended up with this one latching on to him too, all because he found a few Joltik huddled outside in the cold and brought them into Family Video to warm them up, and the parent Galvantula followed inside to make sure he took care of its babies. Now that they're all on their own, it stuck to Steve's side and keeps him company while he's working. Plus, it sometimes zaps the tense muscles in his neck, or back, or arms with a weak jolt of electricity to help him loosen up, with the guidance of Blissey to make sure it doesn't paralyze him by accident. And all that's in exchange for letting it curl up in his lap and sleep every so often, when it wants to cuddle or when it's cold.

Robin

Smeargle

It was the first pokemon she ever really trained, although she knew right away that not only was she inept at battling, but that Smeargle really wasn't a fan of it either. So it mostly just keeps her company rather than trains, and the two of them like to spend long afternoons tending to their hobbies; Robin gives it canvases to paint whatever it pleases while she crafts little bracelets or jewelery for fun, with some music playing in the background as they entertain themselves. It likes getting her critiques on its paintings, and will get noticeably excited when she compliments it–and equally as eager when she suggests a change, usually scurrying off right away to rub out the mistake and try her method instead.

Cloyster

What was once a laughably bad gift from Steve of a weak, doofy-looking Shellder has since become one of the few chosen battlers on Robin's team, one that has no qualms about getting into fights even though its trainer gets a little antsy when she has to battle. It gets cranky if it doesn't get enough time in the water, so she usually has to run a bath for it or let it putz around under the shower once or twice a week, but since she takes good care of it it's a very difficult pokemon to take down in a battle. Cloyster will willingly go up against pokemon with huge type advantages against it, and even if it loses, it'll bring down a Blizzard or an Avalanche just before it faints just to wreak havoc on the trainer that thought battling Robin would be an easy win.

Vanilluxe

It was initially the assisting pokemon at Scoops Ahoy when she and Steve worked there, but after Starcourt went up in flames it had nowhere to go, so Robin took ownership of it. Although Steve thought it was a crazy idea to keep a delicate-looking ice type like that inside her home, it's proven to thoroughly enjoy being helpful even at the expense of its own comfort–instead of hiding away in its ball in the summer months, it chooses to busy itself with cooling down the house so its trainer and her friends will be comfortable in the blazing heat. Even in milder temperatures it's usually floating around the house, looking for something to do while waiting to be called on for help, to which it'll excitedly zip through the halls with wild abandon to tend to whatever needs doing.

Mienshao

One would think that a Mienshao would despise a trainer who doesn't enjoy battle training, but this particular one practically forced its way onto Robin's team. Not only does it like her temperament, but it actually quite enjoys training her other pokemon in her stead–and her, to an extent. Robin's pokemon can often be seen out of their pokeballs, training outside under the guide of Mienshao with Robin nowhere to be seen, and learning new techniques and moves that end up surprising her whenever she battles. And if it sees or senses Robin struggling with something, it's prone to busting out of its pokeball unannounced and calmly coming to help her, whether by eliminating the danger or guiding her towards the smartest path.

Spinda

Robin couldn't help but take it on and care for it when a friend needed to rehome it, although watching it stumble around and having to pick up the tapes it knocks off the shelves at work is certainly a stress-inducer. Even so, it's quite the curious pokemon and has an intuition that's seldom matched, so she can usually trust its judgement when it meets someone that gives off bad vibes or if she's looking for something she can't find, cause Spinda will almost always end up stumbling across it. The only time it doesn't totter around is when it sits in Robin's lap, which it loves to do because she always ends up cuddling it like a stuffed animal when she needs to relax.

Chandelure

It's the newest addition to her team, because she stumbled upon it in the decrepit old Creel house. Although it had seemed frightening at the time, it took a liking to her and she ended up taking it with her to rescue it from getting involved with all the creepy shit in that place. Since then it's only tried to drain her soul once and the others a couple times, but with her Mienshao's help she's been able to domesticate it into curbing its lethality, and turning that energy towards being a guard dog of sorts for her home. It's grown to love scaring off potential intruders and defending the outer grounds–but it loves scaring the shit out of the kids and the rest of the fruity four when they come to the door even more.

#fruity four #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #pokemon au #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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thekrows-nest · 1 year ago

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Krow has been on my mind for the past day or so like I even went to sleep thinking of silly little scenarios

like, I imagine that since Shalls isn't big on elaborate displays on some regular day while he's laying on Krow's lap probably drawing he"d just go-

"Hey Krow? *Pause * Wanna get married?" Very casually, doesn't even look up at Krow. I feel like Krow might not believe it at first so Shalls sits up on the couch/bed/where ever and holds him by the cheeks and asks him again with a goofy but loving grin. Like its all very out of the blue, cue happy noises from Krow and Shalls slips on one of his rings onto them. He'll buy a proper one later.

Shalls had a very short thought process behind it like, he loves krow, he likes the idea of spending the rest of his life with him so he says fuck it marriage time babeyy

sorry for my ramblings i just felt like i had to get it out 👉👈

Yesssss let the little birb infect you brain. /lh

Lol krow absolutely would be like "...W-what??! R-REALLY??!" and when Krow confirms that he is, in fact, not joking, he would be so thrilled, making his little delighted noises of happiness. He would gaze lovingly at the ring and give another squeal.

"C-can I have t-this? R-really? Ah! I-I'll need to g-get you a proper ring! T-this is so exciting!" The artist would be on his feet, kind of pacing around and just happily babbling about wedding stuff and what to do.

"W-what kind of wedding w-would you like? I... I-I don't have much m-money b-but whatever you'd like, I-I'll do my best to m-make it a reality!"

#krow in character #krow asked and answered #the krow's nest #dove shalls #dove aviary #krow fluff

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deuvdas · 6 months ago

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Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.1

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Azad's POV

Dr. Shourya walks behind me to push the wheelchair a little closer to the bars. I felt nervous. I held onto her for balance as she helps me up. I was struggling to stand but.. I tried. She was very careful and gentle. She understands my condition well. Of course, she's the doctor afterall.

As I looked up.. I realized. Wait.. she's.. taller than me? I look up at her in confusion. She looks at me, oddly with the same expression.

"Azad? Everything alright? What's with the look," She muttered while placing my hands to either side of the bars.

I simply nodded.

"Yes, Im fine. Just.. didn't expect the height difference."

"Height difference?.. Oh! Well, I'm not that tall."

Her laughter and smiles were comforting. It's strange that I'm already warming up to her. I tried showing her a smile too.

"I know.. but still. You're taller," I replied in a low tone.

At first, I tried to take a few steps. I held on tightly, both on the bars and her hand. My head felt light weighted. It felt like there were heavy weights tied to my legs.

"You don't have to force yourself, Azad. We can stop then continue later," I heard her speak as she guided me.

"Im fine, Dr. Shourya."

She seems concerned but gave me a simple nod. After a few more tries, I started to feel tired. It was a difficult task. But, I'm glad I could atleast try.

Dr. Shourya helped me to sit back on the wheelchair. She knelt beside me as she fixed the IV fluid bag and foot rest of the wheelchair.

"Ah.. I forgot to tell you that your father visited the day before you were conscious. He was worried. He did ask me about your progress a lot of times. I'm sure he might visit today," Dr. Shourya told me.

I do miss Baba. It's been a year since I finally found him. I'm happy to finally be close to him again. I hope we will visit me today.

Dr. Shourya brought me back to my room. The halls were emptier than before, outside the huge window was pretty dark as well.

She placed the IV fluid bag to the place it was before. She gently lifted me up, resting my body on the hospital bed.

"Your father told me that he met you last year? How.. is that so?"

Dr. Shourya asked me after letting go.

"Only if you're comfortable enough to tell me, no pressure," She pushes the wheelchair away to the other side of the room.

"It's fine. I'll tell you. But, it's better to take a seat first."

"Long story, eh? Shall I get snacks too?"

Both of us laughed at the light joke. It's almost impossible to stay serious around her. She then took a seat on the edge of my bed. "Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears."

"He said I met him last year because.. I wasn't able to see him before. He was a soldier, but everyone accused him as a traitor. They all assumed he was deceased. My mother was going to be executed but Kaveri Amma found out that she was pregnant with me. The law said the child must turn 5 years old before she can be executed."

I told her. She was listening attentively. Her eyes softened too. I continued my story.

"During my fifth birthday, she was executed. I still remember calling out for her.. and her lifeless body.. being brought on a bed. The jail I now look after.. is the same jail where my mother was in. Kaveri Amma, a warden there, raised me with care. She was a mother figure to me. Still, I thought my father was deceased. I tried clearing his name, I don't want people thinking that he was traitor.. this was all because of Kalee. Now people know Vikram Rathore as a hero.. My Baba is a hero. Someone found out that he was still alive. He lived in a village, where a healer rescued and treated his unconscious body. He lost his memory. When I first met him, all I wanted to do was hug him. I.. never thought I would finally see him standing in front of me. All this time.. I only saw him in pictures.. stories."

"He does not know me then. I still recall how confused he looked when I hugged and kissed him. He did not like that kiss, definitely."

I paused for a moment to lay back a little.

"The day he got his memory back.. he called me his son. Baba finally knew that I'm his son. I've never felt happier.. that moment was everything I could ask for. Of course, we hugged again. This time both of us were in tears. Sometimes we recall and talk about the memories of my mother. We really do miss her.. I just wish she was here with us. And-"

I stopped mid sentence. I looked at her. Her eyes were welled with tears. She was staring off to somewhere else while she was listening.

She notices my stare and immediately wiped her eyes. She chuckled softly.

"Mh? Go on."

I still stared at her. She must be touched by the story. But, she can't hide her tears from me.

Chapter 2.2 is here.

(tags! : @amdone, @my-emo-romance, @pixlerelish, If you want to be tagged in the next, just let me know! :3)

#Deuvdas' : Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing #Azad Rathore #Alternative Universe #Shah Rukh Khan #SRK #Character x OC

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i-love-you-all · 2 years ago

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I won’t do this too often, but could I perchance interest people in an original work of mine? It’s loosely based on D&D classes/races, but otherwise everything else is original. I’ll need to go back someday and edit, but this has been the project I’ve had the most fun with these weeks.

Summary: Amir can no longer stomach the work his father makes him do as part of their allegiance to a criminal organisation. So he leaves behind everyone he loves and all hopes for a quiet life to try and find a way to lift his family out of the organisation’s clutches. Along the way, he learns more about the world, past the walls of his hometown, and the geopolitical issues and more sinister plots. Found family, loose references to Norse, Greek and other mythology, self improvement, magic, adventures, and world threatening catastrophes :))

Here’s an excerpt (from later in the story bc the first part is just a romance short story lmao):

His body woke up before his mind wanted to. It knew the danger he was in after all. He gently shook Nora’s shoulders. All night, she had stayed curled up against him, as if she were planning to trap him on the inside of the bed in her hands. Her eyes blinked open then squinted in the darkness, trying to adjust. There was the faintest glow coming in from the window, the only sign that it was near dawn. It was with that light that he saw the sign of new tears in her eyes.

“Don’t cry, Nora,” he whispered, starting to untangle himself. “I promised I’d come back, right?”

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, the tears now staining her night shirt. “And if you don’t come back? If you die? I won’t even know until I wait out the next couple years, right?”

“I won’t die. Or, at least I’ll take every reasonable protection against death.”

She seemed unconvinced, but Amir was pretty sure that there were no words that would put her mind at ease today.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispered, sitting, for one last time, at the edge of the bed and looked into her eyes. “I hope one day I’ll be able to tell you everything that led up to this moment.”

One more time, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She had a tight grip on his shoulder, but when he removed himself from it, she didn’t try again.

He got his chainmail back on and strapped all his weapons to him again. Finally, he shrugged on his bag, and he turned to her with a smile. He stopped by Nazir one last time as well, running his fingers through his coarse, black hair. They looked more half-elf than he was, that was true, but the black hair still marked them as their father’s children, even if nothing else followed suit.

But with that, he walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. On his way towards the front door, he passed through the lower floor, where he was surprised to find his mother standing and staring out the window instead of in her bed or at her favourite chair.

“Good morning, mama.” He didn’t know if she would even respond. She normally didn’t anymore, and the times she did, it was with mumbled words about gods and powers and divinity and freedom. Just another layer to her illness. “Shall I help you back to bed? It’s too early and too cold for you to be standing here.”

Even from the way she looked back at him, he felt as though something was off. The look was perfectly clear. He walked up to her, brows furrowing and carefully held her arm, just above her elbow.

“You’ve changed,” were the only words she said to him. He frowned as he tried to adjust to hearing Elvish spoken to him again. He had taught his siblings the language of their mother, but it had been so long since he heard her speak it. A part of him wondered if perhaps she was better again, but he didn’t dare hope. Fifteen years of this illness passed with no sign of her previous self. This surely must be some sort of trick.

Responding in Elvish, he said, “Perhaps. Shall I escort you back to your room? It’s cold out here.”

She nodded, and walked with him, using his arm as a crutch. He hadn’t realized just how frail and weak she had gotten. As she was taking a step up the old staircase, she tripped and stumbled. Amir quickly used his free arm to help catch her from the fall, and he kept a hold on her until she nodded for him to let go.

“Perhaps I should carry you?” he offered.

A smile broke on her face, and for a moment, Amir feared that he would lose this seemingly clear-headed version to whatever illness it was that took her away from him in the first place. “You’re in a rush, and I’m slowing you down, aren’t I? Very well.”

Amir lifted her with one arm around her back and one under her knees in a bridal carry. The entire time, she stared at him and smiled. Finally, when he placed her back on her bed, she reached out to him and had him kneel at her bedside.

“My oldest son is getting ready to travel, right?” She stroked his cheek with one hand while the other combed through his hair.

Amir closed his eyes. If he pretended, he could imagine himself to be a young child again, getting praise and love from his mother after a long day. But he opened them, and he saw her sadness as she had moved one hand from his hair to the amulet around his neck.

“I gave you this the day you were allowed outside on your own,” she commented. “So that Hermes would protect you.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “It’s suited me well for all the travelling I’ve done and will do now.”

She nodded as she listened, then squeezed the amulet and pulled it so that Amir had to lean in just to relieve some of the pressure from his neck. “You can worship any god you want, but do not treat them as betters when you were born to be their equal.”

Her eyes crackled with an energy he had never seen before, and he met her blank stare with one of sadness. He had lost the one moment of clarity with her.

“Whatever you say, mother,” he murmured, gently surrounding her fist with both his hands so he could pry her fingers off the charm. “I’ll do my best to stay safe.”

Just as he got to her bedroom door, he heard a whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

He turned and met her gaze. “There’s nothing we can change now.” If that’s really what you’re apologizing for. He silently added.

#personal #wip #my writing #original fiction

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