#The Leftover Warrior Princess

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Cdrama: The Unexpected Marriage (2024)

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ENG SUB 【拂玉鞍 The Unexpected Marriage】 EP01 刘长生遇难被吕敬救下，吕敬巧妙化解刘长生的“刁难”（漆昱辰、吴俊霆）

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PUTTY, chapter two

(chapter one), (chapter two), (chapter three)

PAIRING: virgin!Eddie/former cheerleader!Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve got a thing for Eddie. Eddie’s got a thing for you. You both just continue to use Olly as an excuse to spend more time stealing glances at each other, until you realize you’re the one who’s gonna need to do something about it.

SERIES TAGS and C/W’s: mutual pining, experienced!Reader, inexperienced!Eddie but he’s eager to learn, mostly sub!Eddie, insecurities and self doubt, narcissistic and/or absent parents, jealousy, mean basketball players, hurt/comfort, they smoke weed, eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), uniform kink, dirty talk, foot jobs, hand jobs, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), public sex, sex toys, unprotected PiV. more to be added as this progresses!!!

WORD COUNT: 3.1k+

TAG LIST: @emma77645

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The night ended with Eddie sprawled out on his back against the hard ground, dark curls wet with sweat and face tinged pink from exertion. His little brother’s foot was on his chest, the heel of his tiny biker boot digging deep enough for Eddie to feel the weight of an indentation being made.

Although it would have been very easy to maneuver out of the hold Olly had him under, Eddie decided to call it a night and admit defeat. He was tired and hungry, but he knew the younger boy could probably last another hour or so out here, running off his endless childhood energy.

Eddie could not.

Eddie needed time to recuperate. He needed sustenance. Cold beer and concoctions of leftovers sitting in the fridge were calling his name.

Back in realtime, Olly raised his dull stick high in the air above his brother, ready to strike.

You, who’d disappeared into the trailer twenty or so minutes prior, came to Eddie’s rescue just as the makeshift weapon was about to make contact.

“Wait!” you called out, fingers moving to wrap around the bark, halting the boy. Olly looked nothing short of offended, mouth dropping at the audacity of his supposed Princess’ actions. You had to stifle a laugh at his expression.

“My dutiful nobleman, you’ve more than proved yourself to be a true warrior tonight. Buuuuut,” you sing-songed, brows lifting in suggestion. “Maybe we don’t slay the dragon. Maybe we keep him...” you paused for dramatic effect, dropping your attention to Eddie, “... as a pet.”

He probably shouldn’t have, and he didn’t know why he did, but Eddie really liked the sound of that.

“And we can make him do stuff for us?!” Olly exclaimed, his stick dropping to the ground immediately. The little boy loved the idea of having some sort of semblance of control over his older brother, even if it was all pretend.

“Sure,” you grinned, cheeks dimpling in amusement. You offered your hand out to Eddie to help him up as Olly ran around in circles, punching the air in celebration. Your tone was playful as you asked, “Right, Eddie? You’ll do stuff for us?”

Eddie thought he’d probably do just about anything you asked of him.

Jump off the highest cliff at Lover’s Lake? Right away. Run stark naked in the daylight down Maple Street? In a heartbeat. Never listen to another Dio album again for as long as he lived? Dio, who?

Play it cool, play it cool, Eddie thought.

He grabbed your hand, accepting the help, happy to have an excuse for any skin-to-skin contact he could get, and pulled himself back up into a standing position.

Making a show of clearing his throat, Eddie gave a deep bow, one hand pressed to his back as the other swirled in front of him. “Of course, my lieges,” he professed. “You’ve spared my life, and I am forever indebted to you.” Still dipped down, he rose his gaze to you, lips upturning. “Anything you want, my Princess.”

You bit the corner of your bottom lip, trying to stop your smile from growing too wide. You indulged yourself in a few more moments of silent eye contact before clapping your hands together and turning your attention to Olly. “Great!” you declared. “Now, Sir Olly, inside is a grand feast of garlic bread and spaghetti. I’ll be right in to help you wash your hands.”

The little boy let out an elated cheer and hurried around the side of the trailer, eager to eat a home-cooked meal for once. With Wayne working odd hours and Eddie not very skilled in the culinary arts, Olly was used to a cuisine of fast food or lunch meat sandwiches to fill his belly.

Aside from the yearly Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, that’s what Eddie had been used to as well. All his life.

His face softened at the realization that you’d actually cooked for Olly, and had cooked something of substance, nonetheless. You didn’t just throw a frozen dinner in the microwave or boil some Kraft mac and cheese, but you instead made a meal that required more than the most minimal of efforts.

Preoccupied by his thoughts, it took Eddie a few moments to realize you hadn’t yet followed Olly inside.

“You too, pet,” you said, curving your pointer and middle fingers at him in a ‘come-hither’ motion.

“You made some for me?” he asked, too shocked he was included in his little brother’s dinnertime to even register how you’d deferred to him. Pet. Had he realized, he would have had to grab Olly’s discarded cape to station directly in front of the zipper of his pants.

You weren’t Eddie’s nanny. There was no obligation to dote on his needs. Yet still, you had.

A distantly familiar warmth was beginning to spread throughout Eddie’s chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time bubbling right under the surface.

He didn’t have a chance to register just exactly what this feeling was before you answered. “You said anything I want, remember?” you reminded him. “And I want you to eat. Now come inside.”

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

You liked to follow a schedule and routine.

If you were left to your own devices 24/7 with ample free time, your lifelong nasty habit of overthinking would rear its ugly, judgmental head.

You aren’t doing enough, you’re doing too much, you should be back in school, you should be thinking about when you want to start a family, you should really try to put yourself out there more, you should try to stop coming on too strong, you should have more hobbies, you don’t make enough time for your family, you’ve changed, you shouldn’t be so stuck in your ways.

If you were being honest, the voice of your inner monologue sounded an awful lot like your mother’s.

Because of your adamant strife against letting your spiteful subconscious dialogue win, you made sure you were on the go or at least always had something to do to look forward to.

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday mornings were for Olly, while the nights were for PiYo, animal shelter volunteering, and secondhand store browsing. You coached two different cheerleading groups on Thursdays at the local YMCA, a morning class and an evening one. All day and night Friday were for Olly as well.

Saturdays were on-call for nannying, but Wayne typically had the day off, so you would often spend the afternoon hanging out with your sisters and then would spend the night suffering through dinner with your parents.

Sundays were the only day you allowed yourself to stay cooped up in your small apartment, usually with the distraction of a sci-fi or fantasy book, the genre intentional so you could get lost in a new universe for hours at a time.

You mostly looked forward to Fridays, because you knew Eddie would be home after three.

Technically, per Wayne’s initial briefing on your nannying schedule, you were able to go your own way whenever the older Munson brother got home. You suspected Eddie wasn’t aware of this, as he never mentioned it or asked why you always stuck around, so you’d continue to forego that bit of information in order to stay with no questions asked.

Eddie was none the wiser. He thought you were doing it to stretch out the hours you got to spend with Olly. It never occurred to Eddie you could also be trying to stretch out the hours you got to spend with him.

You would have lunch made for the three of you by the time Eddie got home from school. Then dinner would be served by six, the portion size enough so that there’d be leftovers for all the Munson’s later in the week.

Cooking was one of your favorite things to do. It was something you’d enjoyed since you were a child, when you’d spend the summer months in Turks and Caicos with your restaurant-mogul of a grandmother.

This is why, when Wayne lightheartedly mentioned to you once that you didn’t need to continue to spoil the Munson men with all of these different meals, you brushed it off and didn’t even for a second consider scaling back.

After dinner, you and Olly would typically watch reruns of Garfield or He-Man or one of his favorite three movies, whether it was Benji, The Muppet Movie, or Escape to Witch Mountain. Eddie would pretend to be busy with homework in the kitchen or would tune his guitar in Olly’s room with the door open, but really, he’d be watching you.

No matter how many times you’d seen the same episode or the same movie, Olly being a creature of habit and liking what he liked, you would be just as engrossed as the first time, eyes unwavering from the story unfolding before you on the small television screen.

Luckily for Eddie, this meant he didn’t have to worry about your attention diverting from the living room and finding him almost hypnotized by your every move.

He couldn’t help it, and in the secrecy of the shadowed kitchen or hidden halfway behind Olly’s bedroom door, he didn’t even want to try to hide it. He wanted to indulge himself.

Just like you, Fridays had also become his favorite day of the week, and not only because school was out for the following two days.

Friday was Eddie’s day to study the curve of your neck as you pulled your hair up in a messy bun while cooking dinner. It was his day to store to memory the high-pitched giggle that came from you at a funny joke in The Muppet Movie (one you’d had to have heard at least a hundred times by now). It was Eddie’s day to watch as your eyes grew heavy, blinking closed for minutes at a time here and there, head lolling gently against the armrest of the couch you were spread out on, surely exhausted from a long week of chasing his rambunctious little brother around.

Yeah, Eddie loved Fridays.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Eddie frequently took smoke breaks outside on the small porch of the trailer. You, typically busy keeping his energetic brother happy, had never followed him out before. That didn’t stop Eddie from sometimes imagining you sitting next to him on the loveseat in the front yard, talking late into the night about serious shit and stupid shit and all the other shit in between.

In his head, he’d tell you about Hellfire’s newest campaign, and you’d listen intently, chin in your palm, head tilted toward him to take in every word he was saying. He’d tell you about what a hard-on Higgins had for him this year. Then you’d tell him about the Pilates classes that he’s seen you in at Starcourt, and maybe you’d teach him a move or two. You’d vent about some asshole you’d run into during your day, which would cause Eddie to simmer with rage when thinking someone in this world would be anything but gentle with you.

Eddie wanted those conversations. He’d get so lost in those imaginary scenarios sometimes that the cherry of his cigarette would start to burn his fingertips because he’d smoked it down past the filter, distracted, mind off somewhere in another reality.

And then one night, as if he’d finally manifested it, you did follow him out.

He’d been leaned against the side of the trailer with the roach of a joint between his lips, flicking a lighter absentmindedly.

“Ed?”

Surprised at your voice, the lighter flung from his fingers and his body jolted up off the paneled surface of the mobile home.

You stifled a laugh at his reaction, taking a few steps closer as Eddie bent over and began scrambling in search of the Zippo he’d flung. “Olly ditched me for bedtime. Want some company?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah, definitely. Totally don’t... I don’t mind. I would, um, I’d very much like it...”

So smooth, Munson, he thought to himself, fingers finally finding the lighter. Modern day wordsmith you are. Beyond charming.

You smiled, finding each and every one of Eddie’s mannerisms as endearing as the rest. You liked how sometimes he’d stumble over his words when you spoke to him, and you especially liked how flustered it made him when your attention was fully on him and nothing else.

Didn’t that have to mean something?

You’d seen Eddie in action in public before. He wasn’t shy or timid, so there had to be a reason he acted that way with you, right? Maybe the feelings you’d had for him for years now were reciprocated.

Tonight, you decided you were tired of only hoping this was the case, and you were on a secret mission to finally find out for sure.

You made your way to the loveseat a few feet away. You sat crisscross, the weathered fabric lightly scratching at the skin of your legs. “Sit with me.” You patted the empty space next to you.

Eddie breathed in deep and forced his legs to move toward you before he could second-guess himself, plopping his full weight down on the sofa beside you.

Much to his surprise, without a word, you plucked the small remnants of the joint from his lips and grabbed the lighter from his hand. He watched in awe as you lit it and breathed in. You let the smoke billow in your lungs before you leaned your back against the cushioning of the loveseat, relaxing into it with an exhale.

When you glanced back at him, Eddie looked incredulous.

“Wait, wait, wait -- you smoke weed?”

You laughed and inhaled another smaller hit before passing it over to him. Eddie took it and matched your hit, a quick in and out, eager for your answer.

“I’m full of surprises, Eddie,” you informed, matter-of-factly. “You know, I’d always sit inside and wonder if you’d ever invite me out here with you. But,” you offered a pout and Eddie wanted to bite your lips, “you never did.”

He took a moment to study your face. It was dark outside, probably nearing nine-thirty by now, but the glow from the streetlamp near the trailer was a golden halo around you, illuminating the shape of your face, the softness of your hair, the warmth in your eyes.

“I didn’t know you’d wanna come out here with me,” he defended.

You made a ‘psh-ing’ noise with your mouth. “Come on, Munson. I practically fawn after you whenever you leave the room. Always waiting for you to turn around and see me.”

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He laughed, the noise sounding more like a scoff. “Yeah, right.” He took one more hit off the joint before leaning over to stamp it out in the ground, pocketing the paper to toss later.

Eddie Munson was not a litterer.

“I’m not lying!” you exclaimed, bringing your hand out to playfully shove at his shoulder. “I really like spending time around you.”

He felt like all the air was forced from his lungs at your admission. “You’re really serious?” he asked, voice quiet. Not that he necessarily thought you were fucking with him -- you’d never given him a reason to believe you were mean-spirited like that -- but Eddie was so used to things he wanted not working out for him, or things that seemed too good to be true actually being too good to be true. In this instance, he fleetingly and insecurely thought maybe he was the butt of some joke. Have the Princess fake fall for him only to break his Freak heart for fun.

You were very serious, but you chose not to answer him directly. You had a feeling offering only words wasn’t going to cut it. “Wanna come to a party with me when Wayne gets home? I told Chrissy I’d stop by. I’d like it if you came with.”

Eddie balked at her. A party? A party that popular, real-life Barbie doll Chrissy Cunningham would be hosting? That did not sound like a place for the likes of himself, unless he was invited to sell. He liked Chrissy, she was nice to him, but her friends, which also unfortunately happened to be your friends from high school, were not.

“I don’t know... Parties aren't really my kind of thing...”

“Please, Eddie,” you asked, eyes going round and voice beseeching. He had to stifle a groan at the soft solicit coming from you. You sounded so desperate for your wish to be granted. Your wish for him to spend time with you. Eddie loved hearing your voice in general, but hearing it like that? Music to his ears. Like a Sabbath song if sung by a super smokin’, staunchly sweet angel.

He chewed on his lower lip, weighing his options.

This could all be a rouse to embarrass him in front of the masses at some jock-packed party, further pinning him as a lovesick, gullible idiot — a laughable loser who thinks he’s got the girl in the bag.

But he really, really didn’t think you would do that.

You cooked for him. You cleaned his rings once with baking soda that time Olly had taken them and buried them in the mud as a prank. You sometimes helped him with calculus. You’d play with his hair if he sat in front of you while watching sitcoms. He thought you did that last one absently. You did it very much intentionally.

What fun was life if you weren’t taking chances?

Eddie was typically more of the adventurous type anyway. Maybe he would have a good time. Doubtful, knowing where the party was, but begrudgingly possible, knowing he’d have you by his side.

He mentally rolled a die in his head for courage.

Eddie Munson was not afraid of what people thought about him. Deep down inside him, sure, yeah, it didn’t feel great that his neighbors thought he ritually sacrificed goats or kept body parts hidden under his bed. But to the public, Eddie knew people thought he was confident and unbothered, if also insanely eccentric.

He needed to be that Eddie right now.

Eddie imagined the die bouncing on the long wooden table in the drama room at school, where Hellfire commenced. Hellfire. Those guys thought the world of him. Dustin would be smacking him in the back of the head right now for even hesitating to go to a party with a pretty lady.

The die stopped rolling.

Henderson’s face was there in lieu of numbers.

Good enough.

“Party it is, Princess.”

The grin that spread across your face made him forget all about everything in the entire world. He’d waited months now for you to look at him like that. All wide-eyed and deeply dimpled cheeks

When you threw your arms around his neck in a feat of success, Eddie felt invincible.

If you were hanging on him like this, how could this night possibly go wrong?

[breannasfluff]

Eldritch Moon - P 1

“There’s going to be a Blood Moon tonight,” Zelda says over dinner as if this is all the facts they need. Wild has commandeered an arm, nuzzling absently at it between bites. She ignores him as if this, too, is normal.

“Blood…moon?” Twilight shakes his head, still shooting side glances at Warriors, who sits as far away as he can get. “I’m not too familiar with that.”

She shoves a spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth. “Maybe it’s just something in our time,” she mumbles as she chews. Definitely no princess manners here. “It’s a leftover of the Calamity. Used to happen every month, but now it’s been pretty random. I think it’s getting less over time but,” she shrugs.

Wild pats his captured arm.

“But what is it?” Wind waves a fork, nearly flinging his carrot chunk. “And what’s it got to do with Twi?”

“The Blood Moon brings the Calamity’s monster back to life. It’s dark magic. Wild here,” she holds up her captured arm and the champion growls slightly, pulling it back. “He’s affected by the magic so I’ll ask you to stay with me tonight. As for your Twilight…I don’t know enough to say. Have you encountered dark magic before?”

Twilight’s wolf form is clearly at the forefront of everyone’s thoughts.

“I dun know what came over me,” he mumbles at his plate. “Twas a right mess in ma head and I just…” The rancher shoots another look at his friend. “Sorry, Wars.”

Warriors waves it off, but the wary look remains. “Don’t worry, Hyrule was there to help. But ah…” he turns to Zelda. “Is that going to happen again tonight?”

“I don’t know.” With a sigh, she pushes her potatoes across her plate. “I know how to deal with Wild, but I’m not sure about your rancher. My divinity from Hylia acts as a shield. If it doesn’t keep away the magic, Twilight, it might be best if you join Link outside.”

Time frowns and leans forward. “What do you mean outside?”

“Oh, usually I let Link go outside Kakariko Village. There’s plenty of open land for him to run around in and no one around except monsters.”

“Um.” Hyrule starts to raise his hand on instinct, then pulls it down at the odd looks. “Wild is…not a dog?”

She stares back impassively. “No, he’s not.”

When she doesn’t elaborate, Hyrule subsides. Legend, sitting next to him, bumps his shoulder. Dinner continues with awkward conversation. Wild seems to be slowly losing interest in Zelda’s arm and glancing increasingly at the door.

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[zarvasace]

I think Four's legacy should be bigger.

I've seen plenty of content in which Legend's lttp gba four swords palace gets brought up, and a not-insignificant amount about Time knowing stories (looking at you, Fanboy by cerame!) But stories and legends only grow as time goes on!

Skyloft knew of the First Hero, and the baby kingdom Hyrule knew of the Sky Hero, of course. He was a king and a leader, a popular figure. He and the queen implemented stable governmental practices with foresight and wisdom, setting up a solid foundation as the kingdom grew. He was a mythical figure, potentially even deific, what with his associations with Hylia. The stories of the First Hero become conflated with the Sky Hero.

The Hero of Men was the kingdom's first real hero. He was Hyrule's own, and his stories remained fantastical enough to be disbelieved by cynics, but not fantastical enough to be dismissed entirely. So many traditions started with him, and as the kingdom grew bigger, travelers carried those festivals and stories and expectations with them as they dispersed.

By the time the Hero of Time grew up, several things were an integrated part of the culture: Heroes were named Link, they saved a princess, and they defeated evil with swords as magical as they were.

In the downfall timeline, the Fallen Hero was not a good example, but he still followed the established patterns. By that time, stories of the Hero of Men may have been passed on a few too many times, but the meaning of them never changed. People still talked about heroes and hoped that another might come around someday. Perhaps Legend grew up on the good stories, in addition to the bad.

The Hero of Time as good as never existed in the adult timeline, where he was able to stop Ganon before anything even happened. The hero before Twilight, at least as far as people knew, was the Hero of Men.

The child timeline had its star, and perhaps stories of the Hero of Men weren't as prevalent, but stories like that don't just disappear. There are bound to be vestiges of those remaining.

And that says nothing of what may be leftover past that, or in Warriors's era. Four's got a reputation.

[poupeesdecirque]

More Character doodles.

This time with Tulia, Elijah, Enrico, Igmea, Barnaby, dolly!Trauma, bby!Seymour, Calluna and Lantern.

The quality here varies so much it's... interesting.

Tulia - From the Fallen Magical Girl Storyline. She was their strongest warrior but lost against the corrupted Jaclyn. She is kept barely alive to not reincarnate into another human beings. Her Prison is haunted by Agathe, the princess she swore to protect.

Elijah - Trauma's twin brother. A blonde surfer dude, tanned from the time at the beach. I lovingly describe him similar to Kronkh from Emperor's new Groove. Big heart, little brain.

Enrico - Enrico is a very special doll to me. I do see the doll and character as seperate beings. The doll is a memorial doll, inspired by the mexican culture he is supposed to remind me of all the wonderful memories I shared with the ones I lost. I created this doll as I went through 3 years full of loss and paths ending in my life.

Igmea - Igmea is a demon baby and asleep ever since Charlene, Charlotte and Charlie got cursed after ... waking them up once.

Barnaby - A silly little Clown, she loves colors and works with Erwin and Peppi at the Circus.

dolly!Trauma - Literally a doll of a doll, he's a little Doll Keith makes as she isn't sure if the man she saw was real or not.

bby!Seymour - Doll Chateau made another spider ... a smaller one, I had to. At first I wanted to use the head that later turned into Barnaby for the spider but it was way too huge. Then Little Monica released their Bonbon Harmony line ... sadly only as full dolls, but ...

Calluna - ... I had a leftover head from the baby spider as I didn't keep the Xaviera head for it, and I got a body with the head I wanted for the spider. New doll was created from the leftovers. Calluna is another doll among my seasons and a tribute to the summer and my local area, she's a "Heidschnucke" a special breed of sheep here.

Lantern - From the fallen magical Girl storyline, he's Jaclyn's sidekick, ofc he turned evil as well as she fell.

[kiliofdurinsline]

Title: remember, remember (this is now) Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity Rating: T Relationships: none (Link/Sidon if you squint, mentioned canon Mipha/Link) Length: 3.8k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: I wrote this piece for the Homemade in Hyrule Zelda Cookbook Zine! Leftover sales are open now, so you can snag your copy of the zine if you missed preorders!

The siege lasts three full days. A seemingly endless onslaught of Guardians and Moblins and those horrible dark shadow-mockeries of the Champions are, at long last, defeated. Princess Zelda awakens her holy powers, cutting through the enemy lines as swiftly as any Divine Beast.

And, at the end of it all, Fort Hateno stands strong.

Sidon sits on the trunk of a fallen tree, looking around at the walls of the stronghold. Soldiers mill about, bandaging the wounded and taking stock of the supplies salvaged from the Fort. In the distance, Zelda sits, Impa by her side, hearing Kohga’s account of Astor’s callous sacrifice of his kin. He cannot make out what is being said, nor what the soldiers near him are saying, over the hollow ringing in his ears.

“You’re bleeding.”

Sidon looks up with a start. Mipha is frowning down at him in concern. Her hand hovers in the air over his shoulder, wavering uncertainly. Sidon looks down at his forearm. He is bleeding. It’s probably a bad sign that he hasn’t taken notice of it.

“It’s just a scratch,” Sidon says, and his own voice sounds distant in his ears.

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[image id: a screenshot from Breath of the Wild of Zora's Domain. Mipha's statue is central, with a few Zora children playing by the statue's feet. Sidon stands on an upper level, looking out at the plaza. He is a tall shark Zora, with red and white skin and a strap over one shoulder. Text over the image reads: remember, remember (this is now). 3.8k words. T. Sidon-centric. written by ShrapnelChan for the Homemade in Hyrule Zine. end id.]

[dhampiravidi]

LOK oc form (Princess Natsumi)

template adapted from this one

Basic Data

Name - Princess Natsumi

Nickname - Natsu

Age - 34 in LOK, Book One (born in 136 AG)

Gender - Non-Binary (she/they)

Sexuality - Questioning

Occupation - Princess of the Fire Nation

Nationality - Water Tribe, Fire Nation & Earth Kingdom

Abilities

She could firebend until her “accident”, which took place when she was twelve. After that, the only thing Natsu could do resembling bending was heat up things, like people’s hands or leftover food. So she learned chi-blocking and tessenjutsu (fan fighting) from the Kyoshi Warriors. Natsu also can wield her grandfather’s broadswords, though she does so more as an art form than as a combat skill she’d feel comfortable with using in a fight.

Appearance

Natsu is a young person who stands at 5'3" (1.6 m). She is graceful enough to do extensive martial arts, and yet she has a decently muscular build, considering her level of physical activity. Her skin is light but has warm undertones and leans more towards tan than white due to her mixed heritage. Like a typical firebender, Natsu's eyes are amber in color. She wears her shoulder-length, jet-black hair in a ponytail & this is her typical outfit. This is her formal outfit. She's thinking about cutting her hair shorter, though.

FC: Jessie Mei Li

Personality

As a child, Natsu was someone who had a natural curiosity and a laid-back attitude, but at the same time, she cared deeply about others. She also had a tendency to be a perfectionist. She kept this same attitude as she matured, although she became much more concerned with her political role. She's still very interested in learning as far as physical combat is concerned. The spiritual world kind of scares her, though she won't admit it.

  Biography

Natsu's life was pretty normal, as far as Fire Nation Royal standards were concerned. Her older brother, Iroh, was kind towards her, even when he went off to join the United Forces (he sent weekly letters via a dragon hawk). Her parents, Izumi and Shun, cared deeply about her, though she sometimes wished she could spend more time with them (being next in line for the thrones made them busy). & her grandfather, Zuko...he was always so proud to see anything she had to show him when he visited, especially where her bending was involved. Then Natsu's father died, having been crushed at a faulty construction site. The moment she heard, Natsu nearly burnt down the building she was in. She passed out from exhaustion & when she awoke, her bending was gone. Her parents hired tutors, healers & scholars to get it back, but no one could help. Natsu hid away from the public, who were never told what had happened to her. The princess was determined to waste away until Zuko came & told her the story of her great-great-great-grandmother, Zeisan. Zeisan was a Fire Princess who had been born a nonbender. She embraced who she was & rejected her militant family, deciding to renounce her crown & adopt Air Nomad teachings. Natsu was inspired to learn all the forms of nonbending combat she could.

Favorites

Food - red bean paste mochi

Drink - chai tea OR Grand Slam cocktail

Color - violet

Season - summer

Scent - honey OR a campfire

Music - zheng (stringed instrument); country

Time of Day - noon

Item - her grandpa’s swords

Movie - The Mummy

[warriorpax]

“I see...that’s understandable.” He nods slowly at the comment. “But again, it’s just leftovers, so it’s fine to me.”

A pause, before adding, “That’s okay, I understand-” Warrior didn’t even finish before the princess launched herself onto his head, before letting out a small chuckle. “I take it someone enjoys laying on heads?” He joked, not minding at all. “That’s alright, don’t worry.” He clarified briefly.

“Of course. I don’t mind it none.” Warrior answered politely to the first question. “And the food thing’s not really that much of a problem, it’s just leftovers, I don’t mind it.” He nodded, letting out a small, warm chuckle at Faputa’s inspecting his hand. “I see...I’m so sorry to hear that. If you’d like, I can be your friend.” He added.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Faputa. My name is Warrior.” He introduced himself briefly, offering a hug to the small princess, but understood if she didn’t want one.

[pigeonclaw]

More kids! More kids!

[kobol1]

Infinite Realms Green Lantern Chapter 1

Danny flew in through the front door. He landed with a small thump as he shifted back into his human half. Phasing through his shoes, Danny walks through the living room and into the kitchen for an after-patrol snack. He sees Jazz sitting at the kitchen table looking through her Phantom scrapbook.

"Danny, how was your patrol?" "Did you catch any ghosts, any of the usual troublemakers?" Jazz asks getting up and pulling Danny into a hug. Danny leans into her embrace.

"Nope," he says popping the p, "just a few ectopuses."

"It's been quiet lately ever since Dan started patrolling with you" Jazz replies back to him.

"Yeah it has been quiet lately," Danny says, "It was funny watching Dan rip apart Skulker's suit the first time he went out patrolling with Me and Valerie," Danny said giggling at the memory of a terrified Skulker dangling between Dan's fingers.

Jazz laughs along with Danny. "I haven't seen Ghost X run back into the Zone so quickly before".

Danny groans out from where his face is pressed into Jazz's shoulder, "Jazz you know that's not his name."

Jazz just smiles and replies, "I know little brother just teasing you".

They separate from their hug, "little Jazz I'm almost as tall as you now," Danny says.

"You will always be my little brother, Danny, even if you're as tall as Jack one day". Jazz replies back smiling. "Although I am going to miss calling you short king".

Danny scoffs good-naturedly with a hand dramatically pressed against his chest and replies with a grin "Well I'm still going to call you Princess Jazzerincess Amazon warrior of Amity Park". They both break out in a small fit of laughter at their inside joke.

Danny walks over and opens the fridge. He eyes the leftover meatloaf from the other night already starting to glow an ecto green and an eye pops open to stare back at him, "nope" Danny says firing off a quick ectoblast at the meatloaf and closing the fridge door.

"Oh, are you hungry Danny how about we order out? What are you in the mood for?" Jazz says from behind him eyeing the fridge cautiously hoping for not another Thanksgiving turkey incident.

"How about Chinese?" Danny offers. Half an hour later with empty containers of Chinese food spread around the living room table, they both are sitting on the couch curled up against each other flipping through Jazz's scrapbook and looking at the newspaper clippings and pictures that Jazz had collected over the years.

"Hey, look at this one" Jazz points out. It's a picture of Danny as Phantom fast asleep all curled up in a box on the floor of his room. "If you fits you sits Catboy Danny" Jazz giggles."

"Jazz I am not a cat!" Danny huffs out, as Jazz is carding a hand through his hair as he leans against her side and his core lets out loud happy purrs despite his objections.

"Are you sure about that, you sound like one now." Jazz replied pulling him closer to her. Danny just rolls his eyes and enjoys the comfort of spending time with his older sister.

Tiredly Danny sighs happily, with Jazz holding him he feels safe, warm, protected, and at home, for Danny home, isn't a place or a house, and it hasn't been Fenton Works for a long time, maybe it never was. For Danny home has always been Jazz for as long as he can remember. It was Jazz who taught him how to read, to tie his shoes, and who made him breakfast, lunch, and supper. She would kiss his bumps and bruises better, she would read to him at night and comfort him when he had nightmares.

It was Jazz who took him to his first day of school and the millions of other things that his parents should have done. Jazz is his home and always will be, and now Jazz is leaving, for Gotham University. Of course, Danny is happy for his older sister. She has to go and live her own life and accomplish her dreams and Danny's half-life has been going great in the past few months.

He finally faced his deepest fear, he finally worked up the courage to tell his parents about Phantom, and his parents accepted him! All of him, his human and ghost half!

And best of all they had accepted Dan and Ellie, welcoming them into the family as if they always had been there. Danny lets out a fanged-toothed yawn Jazz had moved his head onto her lap and he drifted off into deep sleep with Jazz carding her hand through his hair.

Jazz wakes up to her phone vibrating on the arm of the couch she is leaning against, she looks down at her little brother, her baby, her everything, he is practically her son. She was more of his mother than Maddie has ever been. And now she was leaving him here. Here in this house full of anti-ghost weapons and scientific instruments that doubled more as instruments of torture for the poor unfortunate ghost who would be caught in them.

But Danny had finally told Jack and Maddie about his ghostly half-life, and they had taken it as well anyone learning that their son had died, they are trying to be better and are working on changing their views on ghosts and they have, and they no longer view every ghost they encounter as evil and something that has to be destroyed.

There was a lot of apologizing and crying on both sides, more so on Jack and Maddie's end. They had accepted him, all of him. They were finally acting as the parents they always should have been from the beginning. It only took their son half dying for it to happen.

But Jazz was finally sure that she could leave her baby brother here, that he is finally safe here in this house. That she won't wake up to a panicked phone call telling her that something terrible had happened. She can finally put that fear to rest.

Jazz looks at the time it's 9:30 pm, she ruffles Danny's hair and he makes those adorable cute cat noises that she loves.

"Mrrp?" Danny says as he blinks open his sleep-filled eyes at her, He chirps out a groggy "mom? oh, Jazzy." He stretches out like a cat before sitting back up next to her.

"Who's on patrol tonight?" Jazz asked.

"Valerie is on the night shift tonight since Dan is with Mom, Dad, and Ellie down in Spittoon" Danny replied to her as he yawned.

"Good now go upstairs and get a full night's rest little brother." Jazz told him.

"Okay mom,” Danny said half asleep as he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Jazz just smiled as she started to clean up the empty containers on the table.

Meanwhile, in the Infinite Realms, there's a streak of green light with an emerald green ring in the middle of it heading towards a very familiar portal to the living realm.

YES YES, chapter one is finally done! After starting and deleting the dang thing several times it's done!

You all can thank @gilbirda and @stealingyourbones for all of this happening with their Green Lantern Jazz Fenton posts that have been living rent-free in my head. Seriously go give them all the likes and reblogs and friendly comments don't be rude now.

And don't forget to reblog and tag and comment here also! I seriously absolutely love when you do, I read all of them and try to comment back when I see them. It gives me all the encouragement to continue with all this.

Like always if you wanna read my previous posts on my au look up #IRGL au on my Tumblr page or in the tags of this post.

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: The Unexpected Marriage (2024)

Gifs of Ending of cdrama "The Unexpected Marriage"

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[vintagegeekculture]

Hi,

I'm looking for an image from a Tarzan adventure where he fights with Mayan (or Inca but I'm pretty sure it's Mayan) warriors they have these rectangle decorated axes. This is from my early youth so that would be the seventies.

Maybe you can help. I thought I'd give it a try. Thanks and a good evening.

You're thinking of the last canonical Tarzan novel Burroughs ever wrote, "Tarzan and the Castaways," where Tarzan encounters a leftover Mayan civilization and befriends a beautiful Mayan princess, while keeping a group of castaways (all of whom are dolts and nitwits) from getting hurt in a very dangerous situation, where they face the possibility of human sacrifice. It doesn't surprise me you'd remember the art - it was done by none other than Frank Frazetta!

One of my favorite lines from this one is that someone says that "Well, he sure ain't Johnny Weismuller!" Which implies that in the world of Tarzan, the Tarzan movies exist, and at the final end of his career, Tarzan saw his story become famous.

It's also possible you may be remembering the comic adaptation by Joe Kubert.

[xlehukax]

lehuka i want your silliest little headcanons about

Jaskier

Geralt

Ciri

Yennefer

I want them to be absolutely outrageous, like what somebody will eat for breakfast but won't eat for dinner or something like that. I want to hear about what makes Geralt's eye twitch uncontrollably, you hear???

Jaskier

- [ ] absolutely refuses to let Geralt do the laundry. Because of course, when the harder Witcher does it, it ends up all hard and scrubbed clean and that simply will not do he has FANS to impress gErAlt-

- [ ] he’s worn dresses several times because they suit him quite well and they’re very good to dance in actually

- [ ] despite his upbringing, he’s not a picky eater at all. He loves to try new things, even if they’re disgusting, because he’s naturally curious. He’s been traveling with a Witcher, cavorting with a sorceress, and in so much danger already that what could this vaguely blue looking quiche do to him? (gErAlt picks up the pieces of a bard with terrible diarrhea)

Geralt

- [ ] He can get just like. So focused on things. Sometimes his brain is trying so hard to figure something out that he zones out completely until something jolts him to attention

- [ ] big teef Geralt supremacy. Is it visually canon maybe no but I DO NOT CARE!! Geralt with big ol canines that he can sink into a creatures neck at a moments notice! Geralt baring his teeth right back at incoming monsters! Geralt and the wolves nipping each other when they were younger!!!

- [ ] He never lost that imaginative spirit that he had as a child. This man 100% narrates what he’s doing in his head. Like “okay the warrior dodges left and swipes in a long arc- he’s going to make it and there he goes to rescue the princess…”

Ciri

- [ ] She picks up things from wherever she goes. You cannot tell me that the girl who never really left Cintra doesn’t want to keep mementos of oddities that she comes across!!

- [ ] The kind of brave where you get scared long after the danger is passed. She knew Geralt would help. She knew what to do. It’s hours later that she quakes in fear.

- [ ] I like to think about all the fancy things she was probably used to that are leftover since everything went to hell- like does she know how to get dressed by herself?? Probably not too great, no… and she’s got expensive tastes. Ciri loves hanging out with Jaskier for that reason… because it’s a taste of home.

Yen

- [ ] she’d probably be a vegetarian if she was in modern times I don’t make the rules

- [ ] Yennefer doesn’t always wear the latest styles: I don’t see her as this huge fashion mogul. She takes what she can get and wears it with such confidence and power that it makes people think they’re the latest thing.

- [ ] Yennefer gets along great with dogs. She’s used to dealing with people who are like them enough, so it makes perfect sense to me.

Also, breakfast orders if they were at a modern diner:

Jaskier orders a single pancake with something in it, probably with some scrambled eggs and fruit. He needs to maintain his figure, but that’s no excuse not to have fun.

Geralt prefers a meat lovers shitshow- it’s got bacon, sliced meats, sausage… protein paloza.

Ciri wants the grand slam lumberjack kind of thing! Some meats, some waffles with loads of syrup, and eggs with maybe some veggies.

Yennefer wants something more elegant- a ridiculously expensive parfait, or perhaps a nice croissant.

And by the way? 90% of the things Jaskier does for a long period of time is sending Geralt over the edge, no question.

[warrior-angel]

Blood shot

Summary: Someone who knows the lie will also Know the truth. Sam doesn't wanna watch you destroy yourself so you find another way to change his mind but is it really his mind you're changing?

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 3K

Character: Sam Winchester X Reader, little bit of Dean. Alex (OMC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys) Blood!, Age gap ( Reader is 19, Sam is about 36) choking, fluff, language.

Note: I have never written smut and I have no clue how to work with warnings, so please bare with me.

➳ All mistakes are my own!

The first time it happened you were drunk, the guy was right there and he was overing telling you it would make you feel good and in that moment you just wanted to forget your day so you said yes, you drank it. The rush of it lasted for days and the next weekend you were back at the same bar asking for another hit. A shot every week turned into every day and you couldn't go without The rush, the blood pumping through your veins, it all made you feel stronger than you ever thought was possible.

You never thought you would lose yourself to an addiction but here you were. It's a Friday night and you are standing in the back alley of a bar having sneaked away from your dad and your uncle so you could meet your friend who was once again late. You didn't like admitting it but these Friday night meet ups scared you, your dad or your uncle could come looking for you and they couldn't know, nobody could know because even though it felt good you knew it was wrong.

It took for what  felt like hours before you finally saw a shadow walking into your direction. He lifted his face and you signed with relief seeing Alex his face, the bastard was smiling from ear to ear while you were panicking over getting caught

“Hey there princess,” 

“You're late” you tell him annoyed by it taking so long, you hadn't had your shot  yet and you were starting to get on edge.

“Someone is cranky, you should take a shot. I heard it's calming.” he says trying to be funny which you didn't appreciate.

you reached in your pocket and took out the flask and held it out to him.

He nodded his head  and took out his pocket knife before lifting up his sleeve and cutting into the flesh. You followed every action carefully, focusing on the crimson red drops that fell to the ground. “Don't worry sweetheart there's more than enough” he tells you, holding his arm out towards the flask which you opened as fast as you could.

you let the drops fall, licking your lips as your eyes take in every drop until the flask is completely filled to the brim.

Once it's full he pulls back, rubbing the soreness from the cut away and showing the wound was almost completely healed.

“Thanks,” you mumble, closing the flask.

“You know what” he says, making your eyes turn up to him. “i’m late and i’m in a good mood, i'll let you take shot if you want” 

“what?” you asked, taken back by his words, you hadn't taken a shot straight from the source since the first time he offered months ago.

“You look like you could use it,”

“I want to believe me i just don't" you tell him hesitant "nevermind” 

“you don't trust me?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow. “you know what they say, don't trust your demons.” he flashes his black eyes and you shake your head.

“Very funny Alex, you know that if i wanted to i could kill you, or maybe torture suits you better you seem to like it bloody,”

he takes a step closer to you, the pocket knife in his hand and his eyes growing darker.

“don't tease me sweetheart,” he says, sending you a wink before handing you the knife. 

“Why don't you take a shot from the best vein,” he tells you, using his free hand he reaches for the collar of his shirt and pushes it aside showing the big veins on his neck. you lick your lips and look into his eyes. Taking the knife from his hand you lift it to make a small cut,  letting the blood trickle down as you stuff the knife back into his pocket.

“Do your worst princess,” you lean forward, licking up the line of blood that was rolling down before settling over the open wound taking in every little drop that he's giving you.

“Y/n?” The back door of the club opens and you push Alex away, licking your lips to catch any of the leftover blood before looking your uncle straight in the eyes.

Alex gives you a quick goodbye before putting on his hood and running as far away from you and your uncle as he can, leaving you to deal with the awkward situation.

“So this is why you leave me and your dad every Friday night, you’ve got a secret boyfriend?”

“What? No, he isn't my boyfriend. we were just.” you look up at him trying to figure out what to say but coming up blank. You turn your eyes  towards the ground and stuff your hands in your pockets cursing underneath your breath when you hear your ring collide with the metal of the flask.

“got something to show me?” Sam asks and you shake your head. Before he can say anything the back door opens again and your dad comes out looking over the two of you. “Great, you found her, ready to go home?” he asks and you nod “yep, lets go” you walk past him straight towards the Impala thankful that your dad walked out before sam could get ahold of the flask.

The second your dad drove into the bunker's garage and cut the engine you were out giving both your uncle and your dad a quick goodnight before rushing towards your bedroom. 

closing the door you let yourself drop against the wood while you try to calm down the pounding in your chest. You had gotten too close to getting caught and you didn't like it. the high from the blood had faded and you were on edge again making your head spin.

You shook off your jacket and threw it on the bed, sitting yourself down beside it and taking out the flask. If you took one little shot just to calm the pounding in your head you would be good, you might not even need another shot tomorrow. Twisting open the lid you set your lips on the rim and swallow the thick liquid.

A loud knock on your door made your eyes snap up. you lick your lips trying to get rid of the evidence while closing the flask. The second you twist it closed and you lift your head your uncle's eyes are on you, This time you knew you were screwed.

“I can explain!” you tell him not knowing what else to say. “You know I was younger once, right? i didn't wait until twenty one to drink either.” he tells you making a nervous smile escape. he thought you were drinking alcohol.

He walks over and sits down beside you making our heart beat rise again.

“You know you can talk to me right?” 

“i-i know” you stutter making him smile. 

“You got lipstick all over your chin.” he tells you, making your eyes widen, you didn't wear any makeup.

Sam reches up and you back away  “don't!” you tell him but he’s already wiping making the stain on your chin worse.

he leans back looking at the crimson red on his fingers and then back up at you.

“is that blood?” he asks looking into your eyes but you stay quiet. he looks towards the flask before setting his eyes back on you and you can see he already knows what's going on.

“what's inside the flask Y/n”

“Please, let me explain.” you say underneath your breath. 

He stands up from the bed and shakes his head, Running his hand through his hair trying to make sense of the situation.

  “you're drinking demon blood?”  you dare to look into his eyes seeing the disappointment and the rage that is stuck in them.

“Please dont tell dad,” you beg and his jaw clenches. “I know it's bad, I do,” you tell him as you stand up from the bed. “It makes me feel stronger, it helps me focus. I need it Uncle Sam, please.”

“No, you don't,” he tells you,  “This feeling, that rush, it's not worth it.” 

You shake your head, your mind spinning not knowing what else to do than begging hoping he will change his mind. “i can help you y/n, let me help you” he begs and you shake your head even more.

“I have been better than i've ever been, please uncle Sam you know  what it's like right, the rush, that feeling?” you ask, begging him to understand the situation. “I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't want it but it feels so good.”

“and what about when that rush ends huh? what about when you don't have anything left and your body is begging for more, how does that feel?” Sam asks, looking at you.

 “I have it under control,” you tell him knowing that if you run out you can call Alex for a refill. “yeah?" He asks, stepping closer to you "tell me how's the headache going, the nose bleeds or how do you deal with your heightened senses?”

“How did you..”

“I’ve been there Y/n, i know what you're going through”

“Than do it with me” you say it before you can think about it.

“What? No!” he says, stepping away from you again. “You know how it works, you know what to do about the fire that runs through your body, you know what to do about the tension.”

He's pacing back and forth behind your bed, his eyes going to the flask on the bed and you can see he’s thinking about it. You just have to point him in the right direction, if you can't change his mind you just have to come up with something else, and sex always sales.

“You told me that you always felt guilty for being with a demon, you don't have to with me.” you say reaching for the flask on the bed.

“Don’t!” he warns.

“Tell me that you never think about and I'll drop it.” he looks up at you and you can see his wall is cracking, you just had to find the right way to break it.

“Alex told me the sex is great after you drank the blood, is that true?” his eyes turn away from you and you know you got him right where you want .

“It is, isn't it?.” you push the flask in your pocket and take another step closer,  You were blind, he was hot so you coundt help but feel a fire in you're stomach at the idea of fucking him while high on blood.

 You slowly lift one of your  hands and let your fingers  brush over your skin. Closing your eyes you bite your lip as you let your fingers brush the soft skin from your neck down the fally of your breast stopping at the low cut of your shirt and opening your eyes to see Sam's  are already on you, his eyes darkened and his breathing heavier. “Do you like that uncle Sam, the idea of fucking me while were both high on blood?” you step past him and lock your door before turning around, Sam his eyes still on your body.

 “The things you could do to me. I’ve thought about it you know, my uncle fucking my little pussy, Shit i’m getting wet just thinking about it”

Sam closes his eyes and for a few seconds you think you might have gone too far but when he opens them again his pupils are almost completely black and before you could about what's happening you were shoved against the door, your back hitting the hardwood with a tud taking the breath away from your lungs. 

“You think you can seduce me into letting you destroy yourself?” he asks “You’re desperate for that rush right, you want that feeling?” you nod your head hoping he will let you have another shot but instead he leans down “let your uncle show you how to get that,”

Within seconds he pulls your body flush against his and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothes sending a shiver down your spine.

He reaches down until his hand is in your pocket and he's taking out the flask.

“You trust me baby?” You swallow the lump in your throat not knowing what he wants you to do but you nod anyway.

He throws the flask onto the chair beside your door before attacking your lips with his own. 

your fingers tuck at the strands of hair making his grip on your hips tighten as you swallow his groans.

His body is flush against yours and you feel your entire body heat up as his hands  move back from your hips towards you ass squeezing the flesh in his big hands.

His lips moved from your own down to nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, pressing kisses into your skin, arm wet sweeps of tongue moving over your skin until his teeth sank into that perfect spot just below your ear making sure to leave a mark that you somehow had to explain to your dad in the morning.

He pulled his lips away from you but stayed close. He swallowed and let out deep breaths, his eyes roaming your body before setting his eyes back on yours and for the first time in your live you didn't see think of him as big uncle Sammy who would protect you, You wanted him to destroy you for everybody else and show you all the things he could do with his hands and his mouth. 

He bit your lower lip, making you gasp  and taking that opportunity to slip his tongue over yours. Hands go down to the hem of your shirt and the second you both pull apart for air he’s taking the fabric off your body.

His lips crashing back into yours as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck. Turning around he walked you towards the edge of the bed before dropping you both down on it, you landed on your back with a soft grunt, bouncing a few times. He leaned on his arm, his fingers going into your hair and slightly pulling on the strands. “Sam,” you gasp not knowing what you're asking for.

A wide grin spreads on his face before he's claiming your lips again and moving his hand to your back to unclasp your bra, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in your room. he slowly lowers his mouth, placing a few kisses on your jaw and going down to your neck creating a path of wet kisses down your body until he reaches your breasts. he sucks on your nipple rolling it between his teeth making you arch your back “oh, shit...” You moan only making Sam's grin wider as he makes his way down your body stopping at the top of your jeans.

“Such a fucking tease,” You breath out making his grin widden even more. “Aren't we greedy,”

“You promised me a rush, right now you only make me want to take another shot,” You say trying to look at how far you can push him, truth was you could care less for the metal flask that was across the room, Sam was giving you something much better but you still wanted to see what would happen if you tipped him over the edge.

He presses himself hard against your clothed cunt, making a desperate moan escape your lips. “What do you really want, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips. You fist your hands in his shirt wanting to get rid of the fabric and letting a groan leave your mouth when he doesn't let you. “Use your words baby”

 

“ i want these damn clothes of,” He smiled innocently, but you could tell he liked having you wrapped around his finger.  he pulled away from you sitting back on his knees and stripped of his shirt exposing his toned chest and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and letting yours hands roam over his body.

He reaches for the hem of your own  jeans and pulls them down swiftly, throwing them on the ground next to your bed before taking his place between your legs kissing his way down towards your covered heat that was dripping from the excitement he was giving you. 

His hands move easily over your skin until his fingers dig into your panties. instead of pulling them down he tugs on fabric until it tears. Your eyes are stuck, his face taking in the way he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy.

pushing his hair away from his face. He looks up at you with his hazel eyes locking on your before leaning in.

“S—Sam...” For the first time you feel the rush that the blood usually gives you, that feeling coursing through your veins and not because you're high on blood but because of him. The feeling of his tongue on you makes you forget every single shot you had taken in the last few months. 

Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan. He pushes you back with his hands until you’re laying  flat on the bed. Using one of his free hands he slowly pushes a finger into you, drawing a loud gasp from deep inside you. You feel your climax building, sweat breaking out over your entire body but right before you tip over he pulls away making you wine at the loss of touch.

he moves back up kissing you fiercely as he grinded his hard covered cock against you 

“Y/N, Dammit…”” he growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “You feel how hard you make me?

At the sounds of his words you boldy moved your hand down to his Jeans making quick work of opening it and letting your hand sneak under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. He pushed his head into your neck, groaning into your skin as you worked your hands on him,

"I’ve you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop." he warns giving you the opportunity to back away if you wanted 

 “Then don't.”

That's all it takes him before he’s moving to strip away the last items of clothes. When he pulled down his boxers, you couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping seeing how long, thick, and  hard he was and he smiled when he caught you staring, he slowly made his way back over you keeping the teasing going only making you want him more.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, “I’ll do whatever you want..” he told you hesitantly knowing that there was still the risk that you would ask him to get high on blood with you. “All you have to do is ask…”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say but knowing that you craved him more than you did the blood.

“I want you Sam,” you breathed out and you could see his eyes darken “i want you to fuck me hard”

he runs his hands up your legs giving you a sense of security before he pushes all the way in, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure escaping your lips as his big cock stretched you out and made you feel fuller than you had ever felt. 

 “Fuck, you’re tight.” he groaned, keeping a slow pace

“Don't hold back Sam,” .

“I-i can’t i will absolutely ruin you,”

 

“Do it,” you moan, wanting him to give you everything he has, “Ruin me uncle Sam, make me yours.”

He pulled back and slammed forward again, knocking the wind out of your lungs, thrusting hard and picking up the pace until he was fucking into you like a wild animal.

loud grunts leave his mouth and you reach out trying to hold onto him. taking both of your hands in one of his own he holds them over your head as his other arm wraps around your throat giving you the biggest rush you had ever felt.

"Fuck, Sam!" you cry out throwing your  head back, eyes closing shut. 

"Is this what you want?" He asks thrusting harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you “Me using you,''  He says trusting harder only making you moan loader “Fuck baby, you dont deserve this, not after the shit you pulled.” he says coming to an abrubt stop making you wine at the loss. "You shouldn't be given a good time"

“I don’t care if I deserve it or not.” you grunt, placing youre hands over his own  tightening the grib he has on your throat cutting of more of youre air “Fuck me Sammy.”

His hips snap rapidly into you fluids dripping all over your thighs as he loses control, taking you however he wants. You're pussy clenching around his cock, making an animalistic growl come from deep within him. 

“Oh, fuck…” his hand moved away from youre throat his hips snapping into you as he was desperatly trying to reach his own high. He was pushing harder and fucking you into the matrass as he led out the most amazing dirty and loud sounds making her own high come rushing in faster than she had ever thought possible.

“Sam. fuck, Sam i’m gonna cum,”

“Let go for me. Come for me baby. do it” you're whole body tenses up as your orgasm washes over youre, black dots covering your vision as Sam kept pounding into you like there was no tomorrow 

there was no other thing for you to do than surrender yourself complete to him as he fucked you harder than anybody has ever done. “Fuck! Sam please come inside me.”

you start begging for it, completely letting go of your pride as you want nothing more than him to give all he’s got. “Please Uncle Sam!”

“Oh, Baby….Fuck.. Y/n,” With a last groan his thrusts turned sloppier as he buried himself deep inside of you. placing a chaste kiss on your lips he pulls out and lets his body drop on the bed next to you. 

“Fuck.” you whispers taking in all that just happened, his arms touching yours pulling you out of your thoughts to look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you shake your head slowly, eyes being stuck on the ceiling. “I just seduced my uncle into fucking me after trying to get him to drink demon blood,” you mumble, taking in all the shitty things you had done.

“Baby, I wanted this, I have wanted it for a long time.” your eyes snap back towards him "What does that mean,” you whisper not knowing what to think or what to do.

“It means that I don't regret this happening" You couldn’t help the smile that spread  across your face. His arm folded out and you cuddled into his side laying your head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I don't want the blood anymore,” you tell him honestly and he moves a little below you making you look up at him “i liked the rush it gave me, the rush you just gave me.” 

Smoothing your hand over his chest you lay your head back down smiling at the feeling of being close to Sam.

“I love you,” you mumble, the arm Sam had wrapped around you tightens as the other one comes up to move the hair from your face as he leans down enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you too baby."

[ymaohoh]

Elriel- we might die tomorrow so I gotta confess my feelings

Writing Prompt!

(AN: Thanks for the prompt! Sorry about the angst guys)

Words: 1,365

Elain was kneeling in Rhys’s war tent. She was trying to See.

She allowed her powers to consume her, to take over her body and mind. Her eyelids were shut but if you looked closely you could see her eyes moving frantically beneath as she searched. As she hunted. She cast her gaze across all of Prythian and the world beyond and a dull silver glow began to shine from her hands.

When she was finished, she looked right up into the faces of Rhys and Feyre. Devastation and panic was marked clearly on her face.

Koschei had played them. He had another secret army that would arrive by sea. That combined with his strength on land would completely outnumber their own army. They would be completely and utterly crushed.

It was too late. They had mustered this army from the leftovers of the last battle and many of the warriors were tired and injured. Every High Lord was here with stragglers from their own armies – ready to make the final stand together. Feyre and Rhys had hunted every magical creature left to ask for help but most had sided with Koschei. It just simple wasn’t enough.

Elain saw each of their faces fall as they realised it.

The atmosphere in Rhys’s tent was tense and desperate that night. They all sat together quietly as they tried to process that there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. That their family, the one they had tried so hard to hide and protect, would not survive the last fight. Mor, in her own desperate attempt at avoiding the inevitable, had summoned bottles of wine and was encouraging the others to take a drink. ‘Might as well…” she had said softly, her beautiful face stark white.

They drank and silently made toasts to the past. Feyre and Rhys disappeared after that and then so did Nesta and Cassian. They were no doubt intending on spending this precious last evening together. Trying to make every cherished second count.

Elain left the tent as well. She picked up an open wine bottle and walked out among the tents. There was a spot, right on the outskirts of the camp, that overlooked the valley below. She wanted to sit there all night until dawn rose over the peaks.

The stars were out in full. They shone so brightly over the valley that it appeared charming and romantic. A place made for fairytale princesses and knights. That valley was the place where they would make their final stand together tomorrow.

She sat on the grass and took some pleasure in the way it scratched against her bare feet. She was wearing a simple gown and her hair was loose for once. If it was cold then she didn’t feel it.

She felt Azriel’s shadows before she saw them. He dropped down beside her and, without a word, reached over for the bottle to take a swig.

She looked at his face and felt her heart break all over again. She had never seen the spymaster look so hollow-eyed. So utterly sad. He was still bloodied and beaten from the previous battle and she knew he was heavily bandaged beneath his tarnished Illyrian armor. He was too exhausted to heal himself.

“I was a fool.” The words fell quietly from Azriel’s lips.

"Yes."

Elain found that she had no more patience for pretence, for pretending. She could turn him away and ask to be left alone but she didn’t - was there any point? There was no point to any of it anymore. They were both going to die soon. Past actions seemed meaningless now.

He turned and looked at her. It felt like a long time since he really looked at her. He’s been trying not to, she supposed. Trying not to see her, because if he saw the pain and the sadness on her face then he would not be able to keep away.

She knew that Rhys had warned him away from her that Solstice night. Had guessed as to the reasons why. One of those reasons – her mate– was currently starving away in a gaol on the continent.

That Azriel had been so willing to obey Rhys, so willing to just give up on her and bury his feelings…it tasted like bitter ash in her mouth.

And then to see him court another, to see that pretty rose necklace sitting around her neck. She had never once said a word about it, not even to her sisters who loved her so dearly. It had been her own secret sorrow to carry around.

“I’m so sorry, Elain.”

“I know, my love. So am I.”

He fell still. She could tell he was shocked at her choice of words.

“I can't find it in me to care anymore,” she explained softly. Her patience was gone. He had once hurt her and still she loved him, as she always knew she would. “What’s done is done. None of it will matter after tonight.”

Beside her, Azriel began to shake. Then he collapsed and wept. And Elain understood why, though she wished she didn’t. All of it would have been so much easier if she didn’t understand. If she could be that naïve childlike woman the others considered her to be.

She sighed and took another swig of the sweet wine. Her hand moved of its own volition and dropped onto his back, coming to a rest at the base of his neck above his wings. The only connection between them.

His shaking intensified.

The Spymaster, the cruel and frightening Shadowsinger of the Night Court, became a weeping mess beneath her simple touch.

Their eyes met. His tears had left tracks through the dirt and dust on his cheeks. She wondered why she was not weeping herself – perhaps she had nothing left?

“We could have…” His pain was written so clearly on his face.

Her cracked lips split into a pained smile.

They could have had months together – maybe even years if they’d acted on their feelings sooner. If he’d ignored Rhys and followed his own desires. If she’d confronted him about it and insisted that court politics, that a mate, meant nothing to her. If they’d only just put each other first.

If they hadn’t been so confident, so arrogant, and assumed there would be more time left to unravel their mistakes.

“Yes.”

“I think I’ve loved you ever since the Hybern camp…when I thought I might lose you. I love you,” He screwed up his eyes. “I love you so deeply that it’s been killing me inside…and knowing that I have wasted… Elain, if…when…we die tomorrow at least I’ll have said it at least once. And know…you love me too. I think I can maybe die a bit happier knowing that.”

She found herself laughing and it sounded broken and hysterical. And at last, at long last, she slumped against his side. She allowed her head to rest against his shoulder. The feeling of how right it felt was pure agony to her.

She felt him gently lower his lips to her hair. She felt the way his chest rose as he breathed in her scent. He drank it in deeply, as if the smell was something he wanted to carry with him tomorrow.

His trembling lips found hers. It was not the kiss that had been promised on Solstice. It was a chaste brush of the lips that managed to convey every feeling, every emotion.

The wind howled and it made the tall grass in the valley below them ripple like waves. “It’s not such a bad place to die,” Elain said quietly.

He took her hand in his and simply held it.

They could have said more, could have exchanged more declarations of love or remorse, but for the rest of the night they simply sat beside one another. Waiting for the inescapable. Soon, all too soon, the air around them seemed to tremble. The first light of day glimmered behind the high peaks. It was such a beautiful sight, far too beautiful for what was about to happen.

Elain felt her heart in her throat. It was time. They both stood to meet the inevitable.

(AN: I did think about Az suggesting they fly away/flee but I can't see them leaving their family)

[mrneighbourlove]

OC-Tober: Day 29. In Ten Years

Teufel waited in silence as the warrior in green stepped forward. After so much had happened, with a grand playing field of Gods, Demons, and Sages of Magic, it was the little woman with a sword who approached him. “You’re so supposed to have died years ago. This is not your fight.” His voice was low, echoing and slivering like a shadow.  Princess Rinku was not faltered. “And you were supposed to have been rejoined into the greater chaos long, long ago. You’re evil should never have been allowed to blossom.”

“I am beyond you, and your little sword.”

“Is that why you hid away, even now?” Teufel’s shadow grew, looking down on Rinku. “Even with all your courage, you are still one woman. I do not fear you.”

“No. You fear the unknown. For so long you fight to be outside of fight. Not affected by the prophecies of the Gods.”

“Yet here you stand as well. A leftover of prophecy finished. There is no destiny set in stone for you anymore. You have no purpose, little Rinku.”

“Yeah, and doesn’t that just scare you not being able to know how this fight will end.” Drawing her sword, for one last time, Link took a fighting stance with her shield in her other hand. “I have one last fight in me. And I don’t think I have a greater purpose than expelling your evil.”