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dorcas4meadowes · 11 months ago

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Love on a high - Luke Castellan

Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem!Reader

Warning: weed and kisses

Summary: smoking alone when an un requited love (you’re also oblivious ml) joins you

W/c: 1.5k

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You were never fond of the high, but It was the quiet that you craved.

The serenity you yearned for at the end of a blunt rolled by a Demeter kid who owed you a favour. You were thankful to the small match box container – which held a few joints – it kept you at ease when you brother was at prominent distress or when you best friend was blissfully oblivious to your every advance to flaunt your affection towards him.

Your eyes fell shut as you took a long drag, holding the smoke in your chest until you could feel the soft buzz drift to your head, making everything appear blurred and sharp simultaneously.

You surveyed the water under your feet, each melt of the waves making your eyes follow new curvatures that were being generated.

The fish and the plants contently dancing to the rhythm of the tides pull.

You did not notice when the weed created a dim haze around you, but when the wind proceeded to whisper and the moon mumbled back, you became numb in its presence and within a few moments you were completely and utterly stoned.

"You shouldn't be out here".

You shouldn't be with me while I'm so amiable.

His voice was a mere breath against your skin. His tone lethargic in contrast to the melody which mused from your headphones. You were unaware of truth that his voice brought you, but when your gaze dimly caught his and you smiled.

"I doubt you should be lecturing me, you are out here too Luke". Your voice was soft, it routinely was with him.

"I have duties".

"And I have a recreational hobby".

He paused for a moment. "Which requires you to be outside this late?" he asked, his eyes lingering on your stained fingers.

"I enjoy the placidity", you quietly said, bringing the joint up to your lips to further dull your surroundings.

"I thought you stopped?"

"I tried". You were ashamed of your habit, mainly because Luke didn't indulge in it.

"Let me then". The enthusiasm in his tone confused you, your eyes following his every move as he perched close beside you, his prying fingers nearing yours. He had never once expressed his want for the flower, he were not interested in your soother, so his question caught you by surprise.

"Luke" you muttered, momentarily forgetting his question.

"Yes".

"Oh Luke".

Your leer on him softened as you admired him, his features becoming a blur of endearment and simplicity. You had always known he was handsome, but in the dim shading of the moon and rippled reflections from the dark water you couldn't help, but study him, concentrate every lasting thought on him.

Your squinted a little, light playing through your lids as you appreciated the way your surroundings painted him, encapsulating him into nothing that could be defined other than pure charm.

He thawed against the blue around him gently, his eyes searching for something you could not quite answer, because all you were fascinated by was the pull of his brow, the line of his jaw and the way he adjusted against your indigo so tranquilly.

You were so intent on smoothing the ridge above his lip that when his hand brushed against your you startled, before sympathising to his original demand, passing the blunt to him. You observed him tug the joint towards his lips and almost instantly convulse as swiftly as his inhale were.

A hum left you throat, "it takes time Luke, most good things do".

"How long did it take you?".

"Demeter's flowerings are always more - potent than usual and contributing a dejected childhood to the process and a prior tolerance, a few months".

He placed the joint in the small gap between you then spoke, "so how long till I start seeing leprechaun?"

"You have to hold your stuff, before anything happens", you said, distracted by chatter.

"And then after that?"

"It sort of just happens, like the moments before you fall aslee-", before you could continue your sentence you became preoccupied by a lull from the sky.

"Hear the stars Luke?".

"Should i?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement, "what are they saying?”

You sat in a dropped silence, attempting to decipher their whispers, too conspicuous for you to repeat.

Your fates are spiralling Y/n, like a spider's web, too delicate to tear apart, one hushed.

Child of the sea, live up to your lineage, find the tide in his storm, another prodded.

We know how you feel, you feel too deeply to keep it to yourself, you're being selfish, tell him.

Further mutters echoed in your ears, sending thoughts through your stoned mind. You closed your eyes for privacy, but even then you could see him, you could trace his every fibre with your memory let alone, every contemplation consisting of him.

"They are being stupid" you finally replied, turning your head away from constellations.

"How so?" he questioned.

"They are saying - things".

"Can I know?"

You smiled and shook your head, "you can listen". You took the blunt between your fingers and relit the ends with a light.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, not dismissing your sudden notion.

"Can I show you?" you queried, the high in your body blinding you from reality.

When he tried to reply his voice caught in his throat, but three words escaped, three words which solidified you next move.

"I trust you".

You took a drag of the blunt and allowed the smoke to linger behind your closed mouth, attempting to retain it from traveling down your throat. He watched you every so intently, pondering your next move as you pressed your fingers into his jaw turning his face, so he had no other option than to meet your intrigued gaze.

Then you leant closer - nearer than you ever consciously allowed yourself to - his reflexes shattering as he too drifted closer to your warmth allowing your lips to brush against his ever so slightly as your diffused the bitter smoke into his mouth. You wouldn't have noticed the refined press if you weren't so vigilant, so when you when the smoke dispersed, you were unaware of what to do? Where to go? You couldn't ponder your decisions a mere few centimetres away from Luke's face, so you spoke.

"Better?"

He responded instantly, "do you trust me?", his words swift.

"What – I always what's the-".

You could not finish your sentence before a soft kiss was pressed to your lips, everything changing in a matter of moments. The sour tastes of weed stirred between both your parted mouths - which you invited pleasantly - allowing his hands to kneed the soft skin of you hip as yours found his curls.

Any form of life coming to a pause in declaration of this action.

His lips were as soft as they appeared, so when you separated you couldn't help but drag your thumb across his them, a small laugh falling from your mouth. You took a short breath and blinked, watching him reach out heedlessly to discover your hands - which he clasped in his own - bringing them upwards to brush his lips over your knuckles.

You allowed him to be close with no aversions - bathing in his presence - dazed a little at your distance since he had never made an effort to prove his fondness to you, it all felt surreal.

"I can hear the stars" he stated.

"Oh really?" you questioned, planting a mindless kiss to his lips.

"Mhm, they're saying you should meet me by the woods tomorrow at midnight".

"Hm, mine are saying we should take this back to your cabin".

"As much as I would love to do so, I would rather remember whatever would happen and besides the new kids sleep like a new borns". You rolled your eyes, "come on, let me walk you back to your cabin".

You accepted his help and stood, and knocked your blunt and lighter into the water -whispering a few words of flattery to which the tide would keep your belongings safe – and out of Percy's reach – placing a reassuring kiss onto Luke's cheek before lacing your fingers together once against to walk back to the warm sheets of your bed.

To an impercipient eye you were the epitome of adolescent affection, but amongst the brawny vegetation – across from where you sat - lay an observant spectator, one who often doted of Luke and yours growing devotion to one another and watched with poise, waiting for the inevitable misfortune.

"In the realm of profound sentiment, the pinnacle of love is its culmination to embrace tragedy".

Aphrodite uttered these words to her unbothered accomplice who sat at her side simply because the sun was far from its obligation to rise.

"Perhaps he may choose her" Apollo spoke, toying with his bow.

"A boy cannot forsake a prophecy; the world will burn for her or it will blaze, because of her. Kronos has already whispered into the son of Hermes' ear, it is unescapable- his fate - but she, her's is undedicated".

"So you will watch their eventual decline?" Apollo asked.

"With decided scrutiny, where ever she proceeds allow her muse to inspire her steps".

"You're just glad amongst the uprising there's something cute to follow".

"Indeed and i will grant her every step with calamity".

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Thanks for reading cuties <33

(In a Coriolanus and Luke chokehold rn)

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson #x reader #pjo series #pjo x reader #pjo #pjo x you #Luke Castellan imagines #riawrites

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wanderingxiao · 11 months ago

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BEOO PLSS WANDERER FACESITTING READER IM GOING INSANE

Overstimulating Him

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), ass eating, Fem! Dom, Subby Wanderer, he’s practically a slut, cursing, and ya know… 18+ only!

A/N: A couple people actually requested a part two to Wanderer’s thigh appreciation post 👀 Well! Here it is! Having Wanderer plant his lovely non-existent butt on your face! I mean… he can always sit on my face too 💙 enjoy!

Wanderer’s thighs trembled harshly beside your head, the heat of his face feeling as if he was about to burst into flames. The entirety of his face was flushed in embarrassment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the soft silk of his indigo bangs sticking to his skin from the precipitate. His lips parted slowly, a shaky sigh leaving his artificial lungs when he felt your warm breath fan over the flesh of his ass.

“Just… g-get on with it, pest…” Your hand came to smack his ass, making his hips jerk forward, moaning at the sting against his butt. His twitching, oozing cock bumped against your face, making you laugh at such a lewd display from the ever so stoic and lonely Wanderer. “Last I checked… you weren’t the one in control here, Wanderer. Now be a good boy, and plant this lovely ass in my face. Now.”

This was so humiliating, but god was it a turn on. His thighs were already littered with your love bites, his cock twitching and shiny with your saliva from the generous blowjob you had given him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his bottom to your face, his body shuddering when your hands came to grab at his ass. He could feel you spreading his ass apart, blowing teasingly on his tight hole of muscle.

“St-Stop teasing!” His thighs got tighter around your head, his body becoming resistant to the idea of your tongue inside him. His eyes snapped open feeling the flat of your tongue circle his tight hole, his hands flying to your hair to grip it. His body hunched over you, thighs squeezing your head harshly while his breathing became sharp and ragged. “W-Wait- Hah?!”

Your tongue flicked back and forth over his hole, running teasing circles, your hands beginning to knead his asscheeks in your hands. Wanderer let out a shaky moan, his chest becoming tight with how hard his breathing had gotten. His anxiety was beginning to reach all new highs. How could you do something like this? Wasn’t this what humans consider unsanitary? Was it okay since he was an artificial being? A puppet?

His thoughts were cut off as his back arched with a loud cry coming from his wet mouth. Saliva pooled within his mouth, drool beginning to build against his lips threatening to slip down his chin. Your tongue entered him, feeling the ridges and curls of his insides. The feeling drove the divine puppet crazy. It was so warm, it was almost as addicting as having your tongue swirl around his cock.

“A-Ahh, f-feels good… k-keep going…” His body began to relax slowly, his scrumptiously plush thighs coming to settle beside your head again. He could feel a gaze stuck on him, but he was too scared to look down at you. The way you would make eye contact with him, his dripping cock between your eyes with his balls resting against your nose. “N-No… don’t look at me, hah, don’t l-look at me, ngh!”

You didn’t respond to him, only deciding to thrust your tongue in and out of his hole, making him twitch and writhe above you. Drool finally dribbled down his chin, his adam’s apple bobbing thickly as he tried to swallow all the saliva building within his mouth. His fingers curled in your hair, pulling slightly to have a feeling of support.

Wanderer couldn’t help but begin to buck his hips against your face, his body succumbing to the pleasure. Any anxiety or insecurities about the act disappearing at the feeling of hot pleasure washing over his body. Sensing he was beginning to enjoy it a bit too much, you pulled your tongue out and teased your fingers against him.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re- Ahh?! Hah~…” You slipped one of your fingers inside him, moving it slowly to look up at his expressions. God did he look like such a whore, sitting there and moaning while his cute little ass was teased and tongue fucked. “You’re a slut you know that, Wanderer? You’re so weak to pleasure… it surprises me you’re not out here throwing yourself at everyone.”

“Shut it!” He snapped, his eyes finally casting down to look at your face. His chest began to feel tight at the sight of affection and adoration written on your face. Despite your words, you only wanted Wanderer to yourself. His cheeks burned brighter, his eyes tearing away from yours to moan loudly when a second finger entered him. “P-Pest! I-I hate you!”

“Mhm, sure you do baby.” You grinned, peppering kisses over his taint and up to his bslls where your tongue curled around his scrotum. His body twitched, pre-cum dripping onto your forehead and into your hair as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth to suck while you fingered him. His moans increased, his fingers pulling on your hair while his thighs began to crush your head again. “Wait! Wait!!! It’s t-too mu- Hah! Ahhh! Can’t- ngh! Can’t take it! T-Too- hah! -sensitive! I can’t! I’m cu- ugh! Cumming! Cumming!”

You pushed your fingers deeper inside him, spurred on by his frantic movements and his loud uncontainable moans. He couldn’t even get a sentence out at this point. His chest was heaving, if he were human he would’ve hyperventilated by this point. He couldn’t control the feeling of intense sensitivity and bliss. He was utterly overwhelmed.

“Hah! Ahh! Ahh! No! Stop! Hah, hah! Ahhnn!!” Wanderer came with a loud moan, his hips bucking against your face, feeling the friction of your fingers deep inside him and your mouth sucking against his balls so blissfully. His cum spurted into your hair, coating the once silky strands with his dirty release. After he came down from his high, he shakily fell beside you, his legs now wobbly from the mind-numbing orgasm. “Cant… do… a-anymore.”

“Shh, hush baby.” You groaned softly, pushing your hair back and coming to kiss his sweaty forehead. Wanderer let out a trembly sigh at your affection and leaned against your chest, relishing in the soft plushness of your breasts and the welcoming feeling of your body heat. “You did so good. Good job baby.” Your fingers threaded through hair soothingly, calming down his overstimulated body to relax in your touch.

“Rest for now. Cause later…” You lifted his chin and kissed his lips. “I’ll claim you for real down there~”

Tbh… slutty subby Wanderer is fucking hot. 💙

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer #genshin smut #wanderer #wanderer smut #scaramouche smut #WXrequests

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doormatty3 · 10 months ago

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Ocean Eyes: Chapter 5 (Orm Marius x Reader)

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Summary:

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands. You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour. After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Wordcount: 4881

A/N: And so the smut starts. Also: I wrote this while both of my hospital roomies were snoring... HOW CAN ONE SLEEP

His response is immediate, as something seems to shortcircuit in Orm’s brain. A low growl escapes his throat, and he captures your lips in a hungry kiss before guiding you down onto the bed with a firm yet gentle push.

He swiftly follows, laying down on top of you, his weight supported by his strong arms.

You gaze up at Orm, your eyes tracing the contours of his features illuminated by a soft glow.

In the ambient light, his blonde hair appears to catch highlights, and his piercing blue eyes exude a magnetic intensity. They carry the depth and richness of the profound cobalt depths, a mesmerising blend of dark sapphire and hints of mysterious indigo.

As he leans over you, his shirt strains against the bulging muscles of his thick, muscular frame. The fabric clings tightly, highlighting every ridge and contour of his sculpted physique. The strained material accentuates the power in his broad shoulders and the well-defined muscles beneath, creating a visual display of strength.

Your breath comes out in heavy puffs as you feel the heat in your belly settling low and wetness pooling between your legs.

His darkened eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that speaks volumes. A low, almost inaudible mutter escapes his lips, a manifestation of the emotions coursing through him.

Before you can fully grasp the meaning, he leans down and kisses you deeply, igniting a new wave of desire.

You return the kiss with the same fervour, a mutual surrender to the emotions that swirl around you.

In the wake of the intense kiss, he becomes omnipresent - his broad, muscular body presses you into the mattress, his other hand trailing softly up your neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake.

Reaching up between your bodies, you slide your hands over his wide shoulders, the strength beneath your touch undeniable. With a subtle urgency, you push your hands into his hair, pulling him closer and pressing him harder against you in a silent plea for more.

Simultaneously, you both pull back, though your bodies remain tightly wound together. Panting slightly, you gaze into each other’s eyes, the shared intensity lingering in the charged space between you.

Before you can say anything, Orm presses his lips to yours once more, his tongue sliding over them with hunger. In response, you immediately open your mouth, allowing him to explore, and a quiet moan escapes you as the sudden storm of intensity from Orm envelops you.

His hands drop, gripping your waist with a possessive urgency. Thumbs slide along the band of the leggings you wear. The touch is both intimate and electric,

A shudder courses through you at the sensation of the slight skin-to-skin contact, and involuntarily, you unconsciously roll your hips. The friction of your movements against Orm’s firm touch sends a jolt of desire through your entire body.

Orm breaks the kiss momentarily, his lips lingering near yours as he breathes heavily, his gaze fixed on yours with a wild hunger.

He withdraws from you by a mere whisper, his warm blue eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. “Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“Please, no!” you whimper, caught in the magnetic pull of his intense gaze.

Orm smirks at your reaction, a confident expression that makes your insides turn to jelly. As he skillfully slides his dominant hand below the waist of your leggings, his eyes never leave yours.

The dim light casts a sensual glow on his chiselled features, accentuating the desire etched into every line of his face.

The touch of his hand sends a thrill through you, a delicate dance between urgency and tenderness - the fabric yields under his skilled touch, baring a fraction of your skin to the heated atmosphere.

As his fingers trace patterns along your skin, you can feel the heat intensifying.

His fingers, warm and skilful, find their way to the fabric of your underwear; the anticipation is electrifying, and you whimper.

As he leans in, his lips find yours again, capturing the moans that escape in the dance of desire.

When Orm ghosts his fingers over the front of your panties, you buck against him. You’re sure that he has to feel how completely soaked you are.

His eyes remain fixed on your face, an unwavering gaze that holds you captive. Despite the intensity of the moment, you find it impossible to look away from him.

Every nerve ending in your body feels alive, electrified by the intensity of the moment, and a low whine escapes your lips when he lets one thick finger glide over your clothed cunt again, nudging your clit in the process.

Amidst the whirlwind of desire and sensation, a subtle confusion creeps in. You find yourself perplexed by the stark shift in Orm’s demeanour - from the earlier image of someone somewhat distraught to the current manifestation of a feral intensity.

To you, it feels like this change may be a result of the revelation about his Atlantean identity - the burden of guarding his secret has lifted, and the freedom from having to make up excuses seems to have liberated a different, more unrestrained aspect of him.

A low, desperate moan escapes your chest when he dips below your panties for the first time. You cannot form a coherent thought as you feel one of his long, thick and warm fingers at your wet pussy.

In response, Orm lets out a groan and brings his free hand up, gripping your jaw possessively. His blonde hair, tousled from the intensity of the moment, frames his face, and his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with a feral hunger. Before claiming your lips in a firm, hungry kiss, he captures your gaze, the play of desire evident in the depth of his oceanic eyes.

Orm’s voice undergoes a transformation, deepening into a raspy timbre that resonates with desire. “You feel that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his words carrying a magnetic weight.

His eyes hold yours when he flicks the pad of his finger against your clit, making you moan against him.

“I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long,” Orm confesses in that raspy voice. “Now that you know everything, it feels right.”

With that, he sinks one finger inside you. You clench your cunt involuntarily and mewl, and you didn’t know that just a single finger could feel so good.

“You’re beautiful,” he adds, his voice sincere and filled with raw honesty.

Orm begins to trace circles over your clit with his thumb while he pushes his other finger in and out of you. His eyes are firmly locked on your face, savouring your every reaction.

The whole situation overwhelms you, and you feel already close to an orgasm. Just the sheer attractiveness of Orm, his words, delivered in that deep, raspy voice, and the expert movement of his fingers are your undoing.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life - you may have had sex before, but this was on a different level.

You can’t contain a loud moan when he pushes a second finger inside you. The thick digits inside you make you already feel full, a pleasant stretch that makes you buck against him.

Orm starts to pump them in and out in confident, hard strokes and when he curls them just right, your hand finds his back, digging your fingernails into the muscle.

“Shit, Orm,” you whine, your voice breathless.

You feel the shiver of electricity coursing through your veins, and you know that you are close.

Desperate, you meet his thrusts with his hips, the wet sound of his fingers in your cunt obscenely loud in the room.

When he presses his body closer to you, grinding his hard cock against you, you come apart at his fingers. You clench down around them and cry out as your orgasm overwhelms you.

Orm doesn’t let up and continues to thrust leisurely into your pussy, ”Take it,” his voice, low and wrecked against your ear.

You whine as his movements gradually slow before he stills completely, pulling his fingers out of your cunt.

When he pulls back, you are both flushed and breathing heavily. You watch, mesmerised, as he raises his fingers, soaked in the wetness of your pussy, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

In the soft glow of the room, they catch the ambient light and glisten with a sheen of desire. Each curve and contour of his strong, calloused digits tells a silent tale of the intensity you’ve just experienced.

Orm, with a sultry and deliberate gaze locked onto you, brings his fingers to his mouth. He sensually sucks them clean, his eyes closing as if appreciating your taste.

The dim light accentuates the contours of his features, casting shadows that dance across his face as he indulges in this postlude of shared desire.

His blonde hair, tousled and damp with sweat, frames his forehead, creating a halo of dishevelled strands that hint at the fervent energy that just transpired.

Orm’s ocean-blue eyes, still glistening with the remnants of desire, meet yours in a playful exchange. The mischievous spark in his gaze reflects the shared intimacy you both experienced. Each droplet of sweat on his forehead seems to capture the ambient light, creating a radiant glow that adds to the allure of the moment.

“That was a first - I’ve never tasted a woman,” Orm states, his voice carrying a teasing undertone. His postlude comment is accompanied by a genuine chuckle, and you can see the happiness etched on his face.

As your brain basks in the post-passionate haze, you find yourself gazing at Orm with a contented, almost dreamy expression. A blissful emptiness fills your mind, leaving you momentarily speechless.

After a beat, you manage to form a question, your words tinged with a bashful blush, “Did you... um, like it?”

Orm’s eyes shine with contented happiness and a hint of feral satisfaction.

A triumphant and lopsided grin plays on his lips, reflecting the joy and fulfilment that courses through him.

In an unhurried approach, Orm leans in, his presence a magnetic force that draws you closer. As he nears, you can feel the warmth of his breath gently grazing your lips.

His eyes deepen in their intensity as he murmurs, “I loved it.” His words hang in the air like a promise, and before you can fully process the sentiment, his lips meet yours in another passionate kiss.

You sigh happily against Orm’s lips, your hands finding their place in the tousled strands of his hair and the muscular expanse of his shoulders.

As the kiss deepens, the world around you dissolves into a dreamlike haze, and the only reality is the warmth exchanged between you and Orm. His hands, firm yet gentle, trace patterns on your waist.

Orm breaks the kiss with a gentle stroke through your hair before gently pressing another short peck to your lips. With a soft smile, he gracefully stands up, his captivating ocean-blue eyes sparkling with contentment and his skin delightfully flushed.

He extends a hand towards you to help you up from the bed as well.

You accept his hand, and Orm’s fingers intertwine with yours, feeling the strength in his touch, and rise to your feet with a fluid grace.

As the warmth of the shared moment with Orm envelops you, a sudden realisation jolts you into awareness – Arthur is probably still patiently waiting in your living room. A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you break away from Orm’s gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and concern.

You clear your throat, “Uh, Orm, maybe we should, uh, check on Arthur. He’s been waiting, and, well, you know...He may have heard us .”

Orm’s ocean-blue eyes spark with amusement as he registers the change in your demeanour. A small, knowing smirk plays on his lips. “You’re right.”

Almost possessive, his hand wanders in your hair to tilt your head up before he says low and husky, “If he heard, then he at least knows you’re mine.”

Then, he pulls you into another bruising, needy kiss. He presses his thick frame against yours, making you feel the effect you have on him.

You whimper when he says that, momentarily stunned, before he grabs your hand again and leads you to the living room.

In the haze that still lingers within your mind, there are only three things you’re aware of as you marvel at how good Orm’s hand around yours feels again: Arthur may have heard you, both you and Orm appear sweaty and thoroughly wrecked, and Orm still has a massive erection tenting the front of his pants.

As you open the door, the living room reveals an emptiness that catches you by surprise – Arthur isn’t there anymore. A flicker of concern crosses your face, but a quick glance through the terrace windows unveils the sight of him sitting outside.

Orm and you exchange a curious look before deciding to join him. The door to the terrace swings open, and the cool breeze carries a hint of salt from the nearby ocean. The three of you are now under the vast expanse of the sky, the ambient light casting a warm glow on the terrace.

Arthur glances up as you approach, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, suggesting he might know more than he’s letting on. “Took you both long enough,” he quips, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You feel a rush of embarrassment, your cheeks reddening. “Sorry about that, Arthur. We got a bit, uh, caught up.”

“Well, caught up indeed,” his eyes shining with amusement, “I hope it was successful and you’re not angry at my brother anymore.”

You offer a sheepish smile, “It was...successful. And no, I’m not angry anymore. We worked things out.”

You glance at Orm, who still holds your hand and feel your heart beat a bit faster when you notice the soft look he has in his eyes. Smiling tenderly at him, he returns it, squeezing your hand gently.

Arthur interrupts the moment, “I’m glad, really, really glad. He deserves some happiness after all that happened.”

You furrow your brow at the unexpected revelation - you haven’t talked so far.

Arthur, letting out a hearty laugh and shaking his head, says, “Brother, brother.”

As Arthur’s playful remark lands, a flush of embarrassment paints your cheeks, creating a warm hue that’s hard to ignore. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes suggests he’s relishing your discomfort. Sensing your unease, Orm intervenes, his grip on your hand a reassuring anchor.

Turning his attention to his brother, Orm raises an eyebrow, “So Arthur -Why exactly are you here?”

Arthur takes a deep breath, the playfulness in his eyes replaced by a more severe and earnest expression.

“Look, Orm, you know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. The Council of Houses is making my life difficult, and these kingly duties are turning into a real headache. I figured, who better to guide me through this mess than you?”

The sincerity in his voice carries the weight of genuine concern and a hint of vulnerability. Orm, still holding your hand, regards his brother with a measured gaze.

Orm finally speaks, “Arthur, if you need my help, you’ve got it.”

Arthur exhales a sigh of relief, gratitude written across his face. “Thanks, Orm. I really appreciate this. Can we get this sorted out now?”

Orm turns to you, grabbing your other hand as well. You gaze into his eyes, a serious expression in them as they seem to carry the weight of impending responsibilities, and his demeanour reflects a sense of burden. His ocean-blue eyes, which were once warm and inviting, now hold a stoic resolve, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

“I’ll return to you later, honey,” his voice is a comforting murmur, and the endearment, casually slipping from his lips, warms you from within.

You squeeze his hands, conveying reassurance, “You better do, Orm - we’ll talk when you get back,” your voice soft, “You’re a good man. I don’t know if I ever said that to you.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you later,” he responds, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turns to join Arthur.

You watch in stunned silence as Orm and Arthur exchange a few final words before making a dash towards the cliff’s edge. Their figures blur momentarily in the midday sun, and you can feel the rush of wind as they take a leap into the brightness below.

The silhouette of their forms disappears against the backdrop of the daylight, and you’re left standing on the terrace. The distant sound of the splash echoes in the stillness, marking their descent into the unknown depths below.

The warm midday air envelops you as you process the abrupt turn of events, feeling a mix of awe, concern, and a tinge of loneliness.

As you peer over the cliff’s edge, the sunlight reflects off the water below, leaving you with a sense of wonder and anticipation. The ocean, vast and enigmatic, seems to cradle the secrets that now intertwine with the destinies of those you care about.

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As the sun gradually descends towards the horizon, casting a warm and golden glow across the ocean, you find yourself standing at the edge of the cliff. Hours have passed since Orm and Arthur left for Atlantis.

The vibrant hues of the sunset paint the sky with shades of pink, orange, and deepening blues, creating a breathtaking canvas that mirrors the emotions swirling within you. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below provides a soothing backdrop to the quiet tension that has settled in.

Your gaze is fixed on the vast expanse of the ocean, each passing moment filled with a mix of hope and concern. The silhouette of the distant cliffs is outlined against the vivid sky, and you find yourself lost in the contemplation of what challenges Orm and Arthur might be facing beneath the surface.

The fading sunlight bathes you in its warm embrace as you wait, the cool breeze tousling your hair.

The rhythmic sounds of the ocean mask Arthur’s footsteps, and it’s only when he’s near that you become aware of his presence.

“My father also used to wait for my mother like this - staring into the open ocean at sunset,” Arthur says, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia and understanding.

Startled by his sudden presence, you let out a spontaneous scream, the sound echoing against the cliffs. Chuckling at your reaction, Arthur offers a wry smile, realising he caught you off guard.

With a nonchalant shrug, he continues, “I’m happy that he finally found someone who loves him as he is.”

The weight of Arthur’s words settles upon you, and your heart quickens with a mix of emotions. “What?” you stammer.

“He loves you too, you know,” Arthur adds, his eyes meeting yours. “I’ve never seen him like that before - like he is with you.”

A complex mix of emotions surges within you - surprise, gratitude, and a newfound understanding of the depth of Orm’s feelings and you feel yourself blushing.

If anyone were to ask you, you would have told them that you saw Orm walking towards you - but the truth is that you felt him.

A subtle shift in the atmosphere alerts you to Orm’s approach. It’s as if an invisible current is threading through the air, a palpable energy that you can almost taste. The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, a gentle shiver coursing down your spine.

There he is, walking towards you with purpose. The soft glow of the fading sunlight bathes him in an ethereal radiance.

Dressed in a tight, dark blue long-sleeved shirt that clings to his form, every contour of his muscular physique is accentuated - the fabric moulds to the powerful lines of his chest and arms. The hue seems to echo the ocean’s depths, and the shirt’s wetness from his aquatic excursion shimmers in the soft light.

The shirt seamlessly transitions into a pair of fitted blue pants, which hug his hips and thighs with tailored precision. The pants, wet from his immersion, cling to his form, outlining the powerful sinews beneath. His steps are deliberate, every stride resonating with the fluidity of a creature accustomed to underwater realms.

Water droplets trickle down his hair, slicked back from his forehead, creating a mesmerising play of light. The damp strands retain a certain wildness, and the golden sunlight catches on the drops, turning them into ephemeral jewels that adorn his blonde hair.

The fading sunlight illuminates the angles of his face, accentuating the strong jawline and sculpted cheekbones. A subtle flush adorns his skin, a testament to the exertion of his aquatic adventure. In the soft glow of twilight, he looks ethereal, a being who belongs to both the sea and the land.

You, momentarily rendered breathless, gaze at him in awe, captivated by the striking image he presents - everything from the play of light on his damp clothes and the intensity in his eyes makes your heart beat faster.

When he’s close enough, his eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sets your nerves alight.

The deep azure orbs reflect the rich hues of the ocean at dusk, where the sun’s last rays dance upon the water’s surface. Flecks of indigo and hints of mysterious shadows are mirrored in his gaze, creating an otherworldly blend of colours that mirror the hidden depths of the sea.

It’s as if you can see the ebb and flow of tides, the rise and fall of emotions, in the captivating swirls of blue that make up his eyes.

As he stands before you, his eyes continue to carry the essence of the ocean at dusk - a captivating panorama where the elements converge.

His hand reaches out, fingers intertwining with yours, and the warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry for the wait, honey,” he says, his voice a low, soothing cadence. The pet name slips from his lips, and you feel a warm flutter in your chest just like every time he says it - you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it.

In the gentle breeze, you catch the scent of saltwater clinging to him, a reminder of the ocean’s embrace.

“I missed you,” Orm confesses, his voice carrying a mixture of sincerity and longing. The words, like the gentle lapping of waves on the shore, resonate in the quiet space between you.

“I missed you too,” you reply with a smile.

As he wraps his arms around you, the dampness of his clothes transfers to your skin, but you can’t seem to care when he holds you so close.

You gaze up at him, smiling and notice a subtle shift in his expression. The intensity softens, and a tender smile graces his lips.

“I brought you something,” he says, reaching into the pocket of his damp pants. With a teasing glint in his eyes, he reveals a small, seashell-shaped trinket, its surface shimmering in various iridescent hues. “It reminded me of you,” Orm confesses, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability - an innuendo to the sea glass from the beach a few days ago.

As he places a seashell in your palm, you can’t help but marvel at the intricate patterns and colours it holds.

“Thank you,” your voice is soft as you run your fingers over the surface.

The last vestiges of sunlight dip below the horizon, and Orm tilts his head, his eyes locked onto yours with a newfound softness. The ambient glow casts a warm radiance on his features, and the surroundings seem to blur, leaving only the two of you in this timeless embrace.

As Orm leans in, his lips brush against yours in a tender kiss. The sensation, like the meeting of sea and shore, is both comforting and exhilarating.

At that moment, you become acutely aware of Arthur’s presence nearby as he coughs.

Breaking away, Orm turns to Arthur, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “Thanks for giving us a moment, Brother.”

Arthur grins, a playful glint in his eye. ”No problem. I should get back to my duties, Orm. I appreciate your help with the council matters. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Orm nods a sense of responsibility in his gaze. “Of course, Arthur.”

With a final nod to both of you, Arthur strides away, disappearing into the dimly lit surroundings. The gentle lapping of waves against the cliffs is the only audible sound.

You turn to Orm, catching his gaze in the fading light. “Well, I think it’s about time we head inside, don’t you?” you suggest, a gentle smile on your lips.

Orm nods in agreement, “Yes, I believe that would be a good idea.”

Together, you both make your way back into the warmth of the living room.

As you step inside, Orm turns to you, a soft expression on his face. “Are you okay?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just a lot - today, I mean, ” you reply, your eyes meeting his.

In response, Orm reaches out, his hand gently enveloping yours.

Orm looks at you, a sincerity in his eyes that echoes the quiet of the room. “I want you to know how truly sorry I am,” he begins, his voice carrying the weight of remorse.

His grip on your hand tightens as if trying to convey the depth of his regret through the warmth of his touch. “I know that today was a lot, and I should have told you sooner.”

Orm’s gaze remains fixed on yours, and in the stillness of the moment, you can sense the genuine remorse etched across his features.

You meet his earnest gaze and offer a reassuring smile. “Orm, I appreciate your apology, and I want you to know that I’m not angry anymore,” you say gently, reaching out to smooth the lines on his forehead.

Orm’s gaze softens further as your fingers glide over his forehead, and a subtle warmth emanates from his expression. His eyes, still reflecting the lingering vulnerability from earlier, now carry a touch of gratitude.

He reaches up, gently placing his hand over yours in a tender touch. His eyes hold yours, conveying a mixture of remorse and gratitude, as if he’s silently promising to do better.

Your fingers intertwine, and Orm brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss.

Breaking the silence, he speaks in a low murmur, “I never wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused. From now on, I promise to be more open with you.”

Your fingers gently trace patterns on his hand as you broach a topic that has lingered in your thoughts since the morning.

“Orm, when you spoke to Arthur earlier about him taking your throne, your betrothed, and your peace of mind, it left me wondering. And I’d like to know what happened,” you inquire, your gaze locked with his.

A part of you is hesitant as you broach this subject, a subtle fear lingering in your mind. The apprehension stems from the worry that Orm might reveal a betrothal in Atlantis, even though your rational self knows it’s likely not true.

Orm takes a deep breath, his gaze briefly drifting through the living room before settling back on you.

“As the rightful heir to the throne of Atlantis, I was prepared to ascend and lead our people into a new era. But things went sideways, and Arthur ended up taking the throne.” Orm explains, his voice carrying a mixture of frustration and resignation.

Orm’s eyes hold yours, revealing the layers of irritation and acceptance in his narrative. “Mera was my betrothed - we were destined to marry and unite our kingdoms. Yet, she sided with Arthur, and after everything settled, she married him.”

His tousled hair catches the light as he leans in, his features now a tapestry of vulnerability and resilience. The soft glow accentuates the contours of his face, and you can see the subtle play of emotions in his oceanic eyes.

“I fought for what I believed was right - the surface world’s intrusion into our oceans, their pollution. I sought to protect Atlantis from the perceived threats, even if it meant confronting my own family,” Orm continues, the vulnerability in his eyes belying the complexity of his emotions, “And I paid the price for that.”

“Well, for what it’s worth - I am glad you’re here. With me,” you admit, and your eyes meet him, and you take a deep breath before continuing, “I really like you.”

His eyes, a reflection of the moonlit sea, lock onto yours with a mixture of surprise and genuine warmth.

Without a word, Orm leans in slightly, his oceanic eyes fixated on yours. You feel the warmth of his presence, and as his lips inch closer, a soft electricity permeates the space between you.

“I like you too,” he whispers, his voice a gentle echo. “Being with you feels different, like a calm in the midst of the storm.”

And then, with a tender touch, Orm’s lips meet yours.

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critical-quoter · 6 months ago

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'What are you doing?' she whispered. 'I have no fucking clue.' Then my lips were on hers.

Indigo Ridge - Devney Perry

#book #books #booklr #book lover #book quotes #literature #quote #lit #reading #novel #devney perry #indigo ridge

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novelbeetle · 2 years ago

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The impulse to quit my job and move to a remote small town somewhere in the US or Canada is really BIG at the moment. Maybe reading Indigo Ridge a small town romance doesn‘t help.

But seriously who wouldn‘t want to move somewhere start all over and fall in love?

#the edens series #indigo ridge #juniper hill #garnet flats #jasper vale #griffin x winslow #devney perry #small town things #small town romance #romance books #books and reading #booktok

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Hello!!

I am requesting...... Eramis headcanons. Everything you have. Every single little thing.

ERAMIS TIME LETS GOOOO. She’s my fav D2 character so needless to say I’ve got a lot of hcs about her. Some of these are crossposted from previous hcs I wrote up 2 years ago, so if they seem familiar, that’s why!

-General stuff first: even tho scent is important to the Eliksni, openly sniffing someone and/or making a comment on their scent is a rank thing, because their pheromones can indicate their health and personal affairs, and kells were traditionally the oldest breeding individual of a family group. Only someone that is either higher-ranking or older than another can openly smell and comment on another Eliksni's scent, because it's generally considered that they are supposed to care for those below them. Eramis does this liberally. While it can be done in a mocking manner- and she does indeed do it in a mocking manner if she doesn’t like someone- it’s more just a means of checking in on someone while also reminding them of her age and status.

-I know this isn't canon but fuck it. She was naturally a sort of dark steely grey Eliksni to begin with, but age and stress have turned her carapace to an indigo blue over the years of the Long Drift. It's a rare epigenetic trigger and is pretty uncommon outside of House Devils and Winter (who were naturally just lighter/bluer), because she’s blue coded in my brain and the eliksni deserve to have funky colour morphs instead of just being like. Mauve. She also has eyes that are a more icey colour than pure cyan

-She has freckles!! More like mottling, really, but still pretty analogous to our freckles, because I love freckles and think it would be pretty on her. She also has a shitton of small white scars on her throat/chest from hatchlings clinging to her over the years, which was traditionally considered to be a mark of great wisdom and beauty in pre-Traveler Riisian society. Her carapace is like a more desaturated, purply version of this:

-Speaking of tradition, she's very classically beautiful among Eliksni, with a distinctly Dancer boxy, square headshape. While this was not what was favored in the Golden Age (rounder faceshapes, like seen in House Kings, were favored due to the Traveler's spherical beauty) it's still thought to be quite pretty, especially among Devils. She has mixed feelings about this, because she thinks that valuing beauty over an individual’s strengths is quite shallow, but has used it to her advantage in the past when trying to be charismatic

-The horns she had on Riis pre-Whirlwind were sharp and straight, with two long thicker ones pointing straight back and two smaller ones behind her cheekbones, along with the carapace ridges on her cheekbones having a bit of a point to them. Though all Riisborn Eliksni moulted away their horns to conserve nutrients in the Long Drift, she still has some shallow nubs of carapace that indicated where they were, unlike spaceborn Eliksni that never grew them in without the environmental cues necessary to start their development

-The wound that took out her right eyes was pretty drastic, as she took a dawnblade strike to the face from one of Osiris’s echoes at Twilight Gap. The only reason she survived is because she was not the primary target, so it only nicked her, but the wound melted through her flesh and carapace like a hot knife through butter, and gouged open her sinus cavity as well. To make matters worse, it also got infected after the necrotic tissue was cut away, so the scarring there is…pretty bad. She’s not bothered by the disfigurement, but she does keep it covered as much as possible to prevent people from realizing that she has a weak spot + keep as much shit out of her exposed nasal passage as possible. And also because the back parts of her eye sockets were protected well enough for electrodes to be implanted which connects to sensors in her helmet that buzz when something comes up on her right side, making up for her lack of vision

-Even so, she frequently cocks her head back and forth like a bird to make up for her inability to see on her right side. This is actually canon, but I like to imagine that it's more pronounced when she's calm and not around enemies. Her hearing on that side is much sharper to accommodate her lack of sight as well, so you're not going to sneak up or behind her that easily (as some unruly hatchlings learned the hard way)

-She's big compared to us, but not to other Eliksni of her social status. To them, she's actually pretty fuckin' tiny. Like, 5 foot levels of tiny. Her genetics were not kind to her. She’s also on the more slim side, all wirey muscle with very little fat: if Phylaks was a Titan and Kridis was a Warlock, then she'd be the Hunter of the trio. It caused her health problems in the past re: carrying clutches, but she’s stopped caring about it a long time ago

-She was orphaned at a young age, and part of why she and Athrys had many hatchlings was because they just kept adopting and caring for orphaned or high-intensity care hatchlings. Orphans on Riis were raised communally, with small countryside villages often comprised of 3-4 large families that worked together to share resources, so she had lots of experience helping out her elders with caring for more needy infants. When she and Athrys started their own family, they were the ones in their community who people would go to for advice with premature hatchlings or more sickly infants

-She actually used to know Variks on Riis; he was a teenager/young adult around the time that she was a child, and he used to let her dig through his notes on things she was interested in whenever he visited the Dancers on official scribe business. That she grew into who she was today is something that he bitterly regrets, while his betrayal/perceived weakness is something that she deeply hates him for. He was almost like an older brother or cousin figure to her, so the schism between them is…really personal

-We'd probably place her on the butch scale of things in our society, but among the eliksni side of things she's actually high femme. The thing is that, well...eliksni genders are not really much like ours at all, so that's somewhat arbitrary to her, doubly so because she doesn’t identify entirely as female (canonical she/they Eramis my beloved). I just thought it would be a fun thing to fiddle around with via an intersection of human and eliksni cultures

-Her gender is 'she but in the way you refer to a ship, not a woman'. The Eliksni version of femininity is something that she just kinda accidentally phases into, not something that she actually cares about much. Gender is more of a 'yeah sure whatever' than a 'this is me and you better fucking respect it' thing

-She's one of the very few Eliksni that Taniks trusts and respects. This is because she's one of the very few Eliksni who know that trying to put a leash on Taniks is like trying to tie a silk thread over the jaws of a rabid hyena, so she just lets him do what he wants...as long as it is relatively within reason. She also doesn't try to pull rank over him, or snap at him for disrespect, though she won't let him push her around, as Taniks is wont to do. Other Eliksni think that she's absolutely fucking insane for this

-Athrys was her heartmate, and she’s still not over her. While the company of other Eliksni can come close, and many Eliksni aren’t particularly known for being monogamous, Athrys was different in that the trauma of the Whirlwind and losing their hatchlings along with her just. Turned Eramis completely away from the concept of officially taking another mate. She had a little almost-polycule going on with Phylaks and Kridis, but anytime it started to get more serious, she’d freeze up. It’s not that anyone is trying to replace Athrys; heartmates are kind of like soulmates in Eliksni culture, with the exception that they’re not limited to romance like human culture is, so everyone knew how close they were. It’s more that if she settles into the routine of having a partner again instead of something closer to fwb roommates, she’ll start having flashbacks to the last time she had a mate, and it triggers a depressive episode. To make things worse, Phylaks and Kridis befriended her when they were teenagers on Riis, so her attachment to them is also linked to Athrys (who used to affectionately call them all a band of hooligans)

-Phylaks wanted to have hatchlings with her at one point. The conversation about that…did not go well. Eramis still has those mother instincts going strong, and to be a good Kell among the eliksni used to mean being like a parent to everyone under you (at least, before the Whirlwind), but Eramis cannot think about what it might mean to have more hatchlings of her own without losing it

-Also tying into her gender fuckery, her pining for Athrys, and her thing with Taniks is the fact that they used to be heatmates; I hc Taniks as being the Eliksni variant of bigender, which he only ever felt comfortable revealing to Eramis, while Eramis wanted someone who was the exact opposite of Athrys to share her heats with specifically so that she wouldn’t turn into an emotional mess during it…and Taniks is about as far from Athrys as you can get. It’s kind of a crack headcanon with my friends that this is how Eido came about, lmfao. Though in my iteration, Eramis has zero idea that Eido is her kid, because Taniks was in denial about being gravid until he actually laid the eggs (reminder, in my hcs Eliksni males carry the fertilized eggs in a specialized broodpouch, much like seahorses do), and then he panicked and stuffed them into the vents of a ship he was working on so he wouldn’t have to deal with them later

-She fucking loves citrus- specifically, tangerines and oranges. Its the one thing she actually enjoys among Earth foods, and no, it's not because she's a space pirate. Eliksni don't get scurvy. She just really really likes the taste of them. She is also particularly fond of seafood and organ meats, and though she used to complain endlessly that prey from Sol tasted nothing like that of prey from Riis, you’d be hard-pressed to hear her complain about anything regarding food post-Prison of Elders

-Out of their clutches, almost all were carried by Athrys, because Eramis has issues with carrying clutches to completion. Eliksni can change sex pretty easily, and initially same-sex couples will oftentimes alternate during breeding seasons if they dont find a surrogate, but a mixture of Eramis being small and narrow-waisted meant that her broodpouch never would develop to full capacity when she'd go through a sex-change molt. It's something that she still bears a lot of trauma about, though she hasn't thought about since the Long Drift.

-Lost her lower legs in a ship crash, but that doesn’t impact her mobility much. She’s just as capable of running on all four arms as she would on all sixes if her prosthetics are absent or compromised. It’s not dignified in the slightest, but then again, dignity is something that she gave up on when she got locked into survival mode during the Whirlwind

-Her breathing has a slight snuffly, wheezy sound as a result of the damage to her snout and sinuses, but it's very subtle and doesn't impact her quality of life. It just pisses her off if you comment on it. She also got minor cases of Eliksni pneumonia on Europa after a bad cough that went around in the Prison of Elders got to her as well, so she’s hyperaware and afraid of getting chronic respiratory infections and WILL snap at you if you mention it. There's a reason why her suit covers her spiracles as well as her mouth

-Can cook a handful of generic dishes extremely well and the rest either passable or poorly. This is entirely due to the fact that she used to take cooking and teaching duty for her hatchlings on Riis while Arthys worked, so she memorized a set number of recipes everyone agreed upon and nothing more. She’s hyperaware of the fact that she’s not a cook, but don’t let her into the kitchen regardless she'll hover around and scold you like a middle eastern grandma if she thinks you're not cooking to her standards

-Not very talented on the creative side of things, but absolutely wicked with machines. She can hotwire practically anything in the Sol system in under a minute. The tips of her hands are covered in scars from electrical burns; she and Arthys used to joke that she traded her impulse control for her ability to break apart and rewire any piece of tech she gets her claws on

-She was a strict mother to her and Arthys’s hatchlings, but she was also the quickest to turn her eyes away if they were being mischievous/pulling pranks; that, or she’d join in and make their shenanigans even worse. She imposed and kept rules to keep them safe, but respected their desire to push back against the more arbitrary ones, because she used to be the same way. She’d be tougher with hatchlings she didn’t know, but not in a harsh way, just in a ‘I won’t risk your harm’ sort of way. And if her own kids didn’t play nice with the others, she’d be sure to give them a scolding: her entire shtick is very mamma lion coded, ngl, and that’s a good chunk of why she couldn’t stop herself from caring for Eido during Plunder. She’s essentially been locked into the ‘angry lioness just saw someone kill her cubs right in front of her and now she’s on the warpath’ mode for centuries, and even though she’s tried to snap out of it so as to not seem weak, she hasn’t had much luck

-The name 'Eramis' roughly translates to 'raging storm' in old Eliksni. Anyone who has met her would agree that it's quite an apt description of her

-She's also fond of being squashed while sleeping or cuddling. You'd never expect it, but Eramis, Kell of Darkness is a little spoon. Or, rather, the bottom pancake of the stack. This has waned in favor of her sleeping in front of her loved ones as a guard post-Whirlwind, but despite all her pride about being short, she really does love being compressed, be it by a brood of hatchlings draping over her or her harem curling around her. A weighted blanket would probably absolutely blow her mind

-She doesn’t actually hate humans, though she doesn’t exactly like us either. Eramis is very politically savvy, and she’s very, very good at appealing to the ranks of Eliksni who despise humanity. She hates Guardians and the Vanguard, but she hates the abstraction of their forces and what we represent than humanity as a species

-The Darkness acted like a parasite to her on Europa, and she was its intermediary host (we were its final target). Almost all of her behavior during Beyond Light was the result of centuries of constantly being stuck in fight-or-flight mode paired with the trauma of the Prison of Elders and the euphoria of finally having some measure of power over her own life again being amplified to a dangerous, irrational level by the Witness in order to draw us in to accept its ‘gift’ of Stasis. Being betrayed helped her to snap out of it and come to the realization that she was being used, which is what nuked her anger and had her spiraling into the depression that she’s canonically in right now. She’s burned out the last of her anger, made quicker by the Witness’s torture, and now she’s hollowed out and so, so tired of all the injustices that the universe has to offer her

#prettyflyforahousefly #reply #destiny 2 #destiny 2 headcanons #eramis #eramis kell of darkness #eramis the shipstealer #i love her so fucking much

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