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justlemmeadoreyou · 1 year ago

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An Eternal Embarce*

(a hades!harry x persephone!y/n story)

in which Persephone is back after 6 months, and the Underworld blossoms once again. Tensions arise too, but there is nothing that the king of Underworld and Queen of Spring can't handle together

Word Count: 7.7k (she's long)

Warnings: 18+ content, two smut scenes, almost 3k words of filth, oral (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), unprotected sex

(please don't read if you are under 18)

(i worked really hard on this, please don't let it flop)

The Underworld was buzzing with excitement as Hades, also known as Harry, eagerly awaited the return of his beloved Persephone. It had been six months since she went up to the mortal realm, leaving him to rule the shadowy realms alone. The air in the Underworld seemed charged with an otherworldly energy, as if the entire realm was eager for the return of the goddess of spring.

As autumn's chill embraced the realms, the anticipation in the underworld grew. Harry felt a mix of excitement and longing as he waited for his queen's return. The portal shimmered, and Persephone, or Yn, stepped through, casting a radiant glow in the room. A soft smile adorned her lips, and the enchanting aroma of blooming flowers and the essence of spring filled the space.

As Persephone returns to the underworld, the atmosphere undergoes a subtle transformation. The dim-lit halls, once draped in shadows, seem to awaken with a newfound vibrancy. The air, usually heavy with an eternal stillness, stirs with a gentle breeze that carries a hint of blooming flowers and the sweet fragrance of spring.

The normally monochromatic landscape of the underworld begins to blossom with hues unseen during her absence. Delicate petals materialize, scattering across the paths she walks, leaving a trail of ephemeral beauty in her wake. The soft glow of luminescent flowers unfurls, casting a warm and gentle radiance in the once-shadowy corners of Hades' realm.

The underworld, typically shrouded in an eternal night, experiences a subtle shift in its cosmic arrangement. Faint glimmers of starlight twinkle above, mirroring the celestial display of the world above ground during her reign. It's as if the heavens themselves acknowledge her return, gracing the underworld with a beautiful celestial dance.

Hades, the lord of shadows, finds the weight of his kingdom momentarily lifted. The throne room, usually draped in a somber ambiance, basks in a soft, romantic glow. Shadows playfully dance with the ethereal light, creating a captivating interplay that mirrors the complexity of the emotions within the lord of the underworld.

The Underworld River, typically calm and placid, shivers with newfound life. Its waters, once still as the deepest abyss, ripple with a subtle current, echoing the pulse of Persephone's return. The reflections on its surface seem to shimmer with an otherworldly luminosity, mirroring the radiance she brings to this realm.

In essence, Persephone's return to the underworld transforms it into a realm of juxtaposition—a delicate fusion of darkness and light, shadows and blooms, where the eternal night momentarily gives way to the ephemeral enchantment of spring. The very fabric of the underworld seems to resonate with the romantic cadence of her presence, creating a symphony of emotions and atmospheres that dance harmoniously in the wake of her return.

Their reunion, though expected, carried the weight of a prolonged separation. Harry, usually composed, found himself at a loss for words, an uncommon sight in the Underworld.

"You're back," he said, relief and joy evident in his voice. He was beyond thrilled to see her safe and sound.

Persephone, also known as Y/N in the nine realms, nodded, reaching out to touch his hand. "I always return, Hades. It's the rhythm of the seasons."

"I missed you," he said softly. "I missed your touch, your smell, just having you around. It felt like forever without you."

Y/N smiled, showing how much she loved and missed him. "I missed you too, Harry. Every moment away felt like a really long time."

"I brought you these," she said, offering a basket of flowers. "Fresh from the mortal realm."

Harry accepted the gift with gratitude, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance. "Mortal flowers in the Underworld, a rare delight. Thank you, my sweet love."

He carefully placed the flowers on the bed and pulled her close, his hands cradling her beautiful face. They looked into each other's eyes, savoring the moment. After a while, Harry leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a sweet and long-awaited kiss.

The kiss was like magic. His lips moved smoothly and knowingly against hers, igniting a spark of desire in each other. His mouth claimed her pushing his tongue in her eager mouth. His hands shifted down her body, grabbing her waist, and pulling her further into him.

The absence of each other had stretched over time, intensifying the beauty of this long-awaited moment. It was as if time stopped, and it was just the two of them in that special moment.

Y/N let herself be handled by him, eagerly closing the space between them. She grabbed his shoulders, and her other hand went in his hair, pulling at it as she moaned into his mouth.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he whispered, fighting the urge to fall to his knees right then and there, and worship the beautiful goddess in front of him. Y/N smiled, looking up at her husband with passion and adoration.

Maybe he will.

“I want to worship you, my love.” He whispered into her ear, gently biting her earlobe. She shivered, her grip on his hair and shoulders loosening. She knew where this was going.

And she liked it.

“Mhm, but do we have time? I have to greet everyone as soon as I arrive”

He groaned, grabbing at her attire wantingly.

“That can wait, my love. They can wait. Right now, you’re mine. Only mine. And I want you. Your legs wrapped around my head, your thighs spread wide as I eat that sweet cunt of yours.

Her cheeks turned red, her mouth parting in an instant. She had been waiting for this too, to have his eager mouth on each part of her body, to become his, once again. And again. And again.

“I do too, my love. But-“

He brought a finger up to her lips, stopping her from finishing her sentence.

“No but’s or if’s. I want you, and I shall have you” with that, he grabbed her waist, turning them both around. His lips were back on hers, and he walked her backwards, till the back of her knees hit the mattress. With a swift motion, her body was thrown on it, her hair flopping down messily. Her chest bounced too, the tops of her breasts peeking out from the tight corset she was wearing. He licked his lips; he couldn’t wait to have his mouth on her heavenly body.

He flopped down on the bed, once again, stealing a quick kiss on her lips. His hands gripped the bottom of her skirt, slowly and steadily riding it up her legs.

Y/N’s breathing increased rapidly, and she gripping the satin sheets beneath her in her palms to keep her composure. It had been mere moments of kissing, and she had already gotten so wet and needy for him.

Once the skirt was up to her waist, he wasted no time in removing the rest of the clothing, her panties included. They had a wet patch in the middle, and Harry smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on her, how he can get her all dripping down for him without even touching her.

“So wet fo’ me, my love” he said, and she gulped. He was staring at her exposed pussy with hunger in his eyes, and she felt exposed, trying to close her thighs.

His actions were quicker, and he gripped the warm flesh in his hands. Spreading them wide, he glared at her, and she nodded, silently promising to not hide herself from him.

He slid to his stomach, gripping her legs in both his hands. He shifted forward, allowing her to rest her ankles on his shoulder, the heels digging into the flesh.

He stuck his tongue out, keeping eye contact with her, as he licked a bold stripe from her ass to her clit, collecting her wetness on his tongue. He then closed his mouth, her sweet taste evading his senses.

She released the sheets from the death grip she had on them, and held Harry’s hand in hers, squeezing it hard. He went fully in then, licking up all of her arousal as if it were his last meal.

He licks up her pussy again, and again, and again. Her arousal seeps out more, her other hand creeping its way down to grab into his curls.

Harry realizes she wants more, and he spreads her pussy open. With an open mouth, he blows air on her clit, making her whimper out loud, before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Y’ like that, pretty girl?” he asks rhetorically, and he starts to lick on her clit, teasing her entrance with his finger.

She moans pretty above him, as his licks become faster and concentrated. Her mind reels with pleasure as her pussy becomes wetter. He circles her opening with his finger, before gently pushing one in.

She releases a sigh of relief, as his cold finger pushes into her warm, wet hole. He pushes it in fully, before pressing a soft kiss to her clit.

He begins to finger-fuck her slowly; her moans and whimpers music to his ears. She opens up soon, and Harry pushes in another. Two fingers in her pussy, and her face contorts in pleasure as she senses the beginning of an orgasm.

“You feel good?” he asks, increasing the speed of his fingers into her weepy hole. He brings his mouth back down on her, kissing and licking her puffy clit. Her grip on his hair tightens, her moans becoming louder with each thrust of his long fingers, rubbing against her g-spot with ease. His fingers, and cock especially, reached spots inside her that she didn’t even know existed.

“I do…I do-Oh fuck!” she curses, as he brings his thumb on her clit, rubbing slow circles on it. Her legs tense, her back arching off the bed beautifully as her stomach tightens. She closes her eyes, her orgasm approaching at a pace faster than she had anticipated.

That’s when he does it-pushed one more finger in, and then one more. Holding her thighs wider as he drives them into her with full speed. Her legs shake as she screams and moans, a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead.

“Harry-I-I’m going to cum, Harry-“ she barely finishes her sentence, before the coil in her stomach snaps. She cums all over his mouth and fingers, chanting his name repeatedly as he finger-fucks her throughout, his thumb and mouth on her swollen clit, wanting to make her orgasm last longer, and to milk every drop from her sweet cunt. He licks it all up, and once she is finished, he emerges from between her legs, half of his face coated in her sweetness.

He looked up at his love, her eyes closed with content. Her face was glowing with the beautiful glow of pleasure, her cheeks flushed red. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

Soon, she opened her eyes, and Harry quickly shifted upward, encasing her lips in his. She could taste herself on him, and she sighed at the sweet taste lingering between them.

But, just when they were getting lost in the moment, there was a knock on the door. It was a reminder that they weren't alone, and other things needed attention.

Harry sighed and said, "Seems like we can't catch a break, love."

“We’ll be right out” he announces, before kissing her once again. They both get off the bed, and he helps her fix her dress and appearance, though the smell of sex lingered in the air, and their faces gave away what they tried to hide.

He opened the door soon, and was greeted by Hermes, the winged herald of Olympus.

"Lord Hades, Lady Persephone," Hermes bowed respectfully. "Zeus has requested your presence in the divine hall."

Harry exchanged a knowing glance with Y/N. The tranquility of the moment was momentarily interrupted by the summons from the king of the gods.

"We shall go at once," Harry replied, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his expression. Hermes nodded and, with a swift motion, extended a scroll containing Zeus's message. "He awaits you in the divine hall. The matter is of importance, my lord." Y/N placed a reassuring hand on Harry’s arm. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

With a nod to Hermes, Harry and Y/N made their way through the grand halls of the Underworld, the weight of impending divine matters settling upon them. The anticipation of a summons from Zeus carried an air of both mystery and gravity.

The divine hall awaited, its doors opening to reveal Zeus on his throne, regarding them with a mixture of sternness and intrigue.

"Lord Hades, Lady Persephone," Zeus boomed, "You come at my request. There's a matter that requires your attention."

Approaching the throne, their expressions composed but curious, Harry inquired, "What matter brings us before you, Father?"

Zeus leaned forward. "Concerns have risen among the gods about the balance of power and the changing dynamics within the divine realm."

Y/N exchanged a puzzled look with Harry. "What do you mean, Father?"

Zeus sighed. "The union between the god of the Underworld and the goddess of spring has stirred discussions. Some are concerned about the potential shift in the cosmic balance."

Harry defended their union. "Our love brings harmony to our realms, Zeus. It does not disrupt the balance."

Zeus raised a hand. "I understand, but the concerns persist. To ease them, I propose a grand celebration—a gathering of gods and goddesses from all realms. A feast that will demonstrate the unity and stability of the divine order."

Harry realized the significance. "We shall host it in the Underworld, a testament to the enduring love that transcends realms."

Zeus approved. "May this celebration reaffirm the bonds that unite us all."

As the divine decree echoed, Harry and Y/N embraced the responsibility. The grand celebration would showcase not only divine unity but also the eternal reunion of Hades and Persephone.

The long table was adorned with decadent delicacies from all corners of the realm - ambrosia platters, pomegranate salads, and sinfully delicious desserts that would make even the gods drool. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and stories as loved ones reunited after what felt like an eternity apart.

Amidst this joyous gathering, Harry proudly introduced Y/N as his queen and partner in ruling over the Underworld. She charmed everyone with her warmth, grace, and genuine interest in their stories. Laughter echoed through the halls as they shared tales of adventure, love, and mischief.

As the night wore on, Harry and Y/N found solace in each other's presence, basking in the love of their family and friends. The Underworld was alive with happiness and contentment, for it was a reminder that true love could thrive even in the most unexpected places.

And so, as the stars twinkled above their kingdom and laughter filled the air, they embraced this precious moment of togetherness. Their reunion was not just a celebration of love but a testament to the power of connection and the beauty that can be found in even the darkest depths.

And then, as the feast reached its crescendo, Hades rose from his seat and raised a goblet to Persephone. The flickering torchlight cast shadows on the grand walls as Hades spoke, his words a heartfelt declaration.

"To Persephone, my queen, the light of the Underworld, and the love that has breathed life into the realm of shadows. May our days be filled with endless joy and our nights with eternal love."

The denizens of the Underworld echoed his sentiment with cheers, toasts, and a sense of jubilation that reverberated through the grand hall.

Persephone blushed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "To eternity and beyond," she said, clinking her goblet against Hades'.

After the feast, the grand hall echoed with soft footsteps as Harry and Y/N headed to the starlit garden. The celestial lights bathed the garden in a magical radiance as they stepped into the night.

Taking Y/N's hand, Harry led her into the open space beneath the twinkling stars. The night held a hushed beauty, and they danced to a celestial melody, a seamless harmony between the lord of the Underworld and the goddess of spring.

Standing at the center of the divine garden, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight and surrounded by fragrant blossoms, Harry and Y/N prepared to dance. The celestial lights above seemed to twinkle in anticipation, casting a gentle radiance on the couple as they took each other's hands.

Harry, with his customary charm, looked into Y/N's eyes and whispered, "May I have this dance, my love?"

Y/N's heart fluttered with love and adoration as she nodded, and they began their dance under the vast expanse of the starlit sky. The music of the night, a melodic symphony composed by nature itself, set the rhythm for their movements.

Harry guided Y/N with grace and tenderness, each step a declaration of the unconditional love that bound them together. The soft rustle of their clothes blended with the gentle night breeze, creating a harmonious melody that resonated with the heartbeat of the beautiful garden that bloomed with her magic.

"I've missed this," he confessed, the dance a gentle rhythm that echoed the beating of his heart.

"Me too, Harry," Persephone replied, her gaze locked with his. "There's something magical about dancing with you in the Underworld."

As they danced, Hades couldn't resist stealing kisses, each one a promise of the love that transcended the realms. The river Styx murmured its approval, and even the shadows seemed to sway in time with their movements.

"You know," Persephone said, her voice a soft whisper, "I wrote you letters while I was away. I wanted to capture every moment so I could share it with you when I returned."

Hades felt warmth in his chest at her words. "Letters? I would love to read them, my love."

Persephone blushed, a delightful contrast to the vibrant flowers in her hair. "They're not very poetic, just my ramblings and musings. But I poured my heart into them."

In that enchanted moment, Hades and Persephone were not the lord and goddess of the Underworld. They were two souls intertwined in a dance celebrating the eternal nature of their love. The grand feast had united the divine family, and now, beneath the cosmic lights, the couple celebrated the unity of their hearts.

They moved in sync, their dance the unspoken language of love. Harry's hand securely held Y/N's waist, drawing her close, while Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the comforting warmth of his embrace.

The garden itself seemed to respond to the dance of love. Blossoms unfurled in their wake, releasing bursts of vibrant colors that matched the emotions swirling between the couple. The gentle hum of nature's lullaby accompanied their every movement, creating an atmosphere of serenity and joy.

The dance continued a journey of shared dreams and whispered promises.

As the dance reached its crescendo, Harry held Y/N in a final, lingering twirl. They paused, caught in the embrace of the night, and shared a tender kiss beneath the celestial lights.

“I love you so much, Y/N. So fucking much. “He whispered, and his face carried softness and love rarely seen on Lord of the Underworld. He was different when he was with her.

He was in love.

Y/N muttered the same, her lips ghosting over his once again. They softly brushed against each other, pecking every once in a while.

Hand in hand, they walked through the garden, leaving behind a trail of blossoms and the echo of their laughter.

Hand in hand, they ventured through the winding corridors of the Underworld. As they reached the Elysian Fields, the once desolate realm began to transform in Persephone's wake. Flowers bloomed beneath her feet, and the atmosphere blossomed with life.

"You've worked your magic again," Hades remarked, marveling at the vibrant beauty she brought to his kingdom.

Persephone grinned, her eyes sparkling. "I can't stand the idea of a lifeless Underworld. Besides, a little color never hurt anyone."

They found a secluded spot overlooking the river Styx, where Hades conjured a plush blanket for them to sit on. The soft glow of the river reflected in Persephone's eyes as they gazed at each other, a magnetic pull connecting their souls.

"Tell me everything about your time in the mortal realm," Harry urged.

"And you won't believe what Hermes did to entertain me," she laughed, recounting a particularly amusing anecdote that involved the mischievous messenger.

Hades chuckled, reveling in the sound of her laughter. "I'm starting to think Hermes enjoys causing chaos wherever he goes."

The moon rose higher in the sky, casting its gentle glow over the Underworld. Sensing the time was right; Hades took Persephone's hand, leading her into a slow dance beneath the celestial light.

Later, as they sat together on the blanket, Persephone retrieved a bundle of letters from her bag. Hades watched with eager anticipation as she handed them to him, each one filled with the essence of her experiences in the mortal realm.

For hours, they immersed themselves in Persephone's words, her descriptions painting vivid images of the world above. Hades listened intently, savoring every detail as if he were there with her. The letters became a bridge between their two worlds, connecting them even when miles apart.

As the night deepened, Hades couldn't help but express his feelings in the best way he knew how—through a poem, despite its potential lameness.

"In the depths of shadows, where silence holds sway,

A love blooms eternal, no darkness can betray.

Persephone, my light, in the mortal realm's embrace,

You brought back the sun, and with it, my grace."

Persephone's eyes sparkled with emotion. "Harry, that was beautiful. Lame, but beautiful. I love it."

Hades chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "I aim to impress with my poetic prowess."

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the Underworld. Hades and Persephone lingered in each other's arms, the world around them forgotten. It was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the enduring love that bound them together.

>>>

As soon as they were back to the castle, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Sure, they were divine beings above human urges, but they couldn't deny the magnetic pull that drew them together.

They entered Harry’s room, closing the heavy wooden door behind them. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of candles, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Their lips were on each other, now kissing with more lust and desire. Harry had been pent-up ever since he’d had his head between her plush thighs, and her moans, her whimpers, and her ultimate release had almost made him burst in his pants.

But he had held off.

Even he doesn’t quite recall how he did it, perhaps some “celestial” power he didn’t know he had.

He began by untying the strings on her white corset, so many of them there were. She could see that he was getting restless, and she spoke up, “You know you can use your magic, right? Make them disappear in a click of your fingers?”

He chuckled, looking up at her while he continued the task in hand, “I sure can, my love. But I want to see the way your body reacts to my touch when I undress you. The way your cheeks becomes red as part by part, your beautiful body is exposed to me. The gasp you release when I unhook your bra, and the whimper that comes from your lips when I rub your pretty pussy over your wet panties, which I know they quite are. I want to see it all”

Y/N blushed, unable to keep eye-contact with the god in front of him.

Soon, the corset was undone, and Harry removed her long gown. He reached back, swiftly unhooking her bra, and throwing it behind him. His hands were on her breasts, and he groaned as he kneaded them in his hands.

“So long, darling. So long I have gone without your body” he bent down, rolling a nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, eliciting a whimper from her pretty mouth. He squeezed it in his palm, between his fingers, as he continued sucking on the hardened nub. His other hand trailed to her left breast, kneading it too while he rolled the nipple harshly between his fingers.

“Harry-it feels so good, fuck…” she cursed, pressing her thighs together as more and more arousal oozed out of her needy hole. She whimpered and moaned with need as he played with her breasts, alternating in kissing, sucking and biting them. He sucked a few bruises on them too, just around the areola, not too much in the areas where they could be seen by others.

Once he was satisfied with his work, pretty bruises that would turn purplish-red soon, he looked up at his love. Her head was thrown back, lips parted as she was getting wetter by each passing second.

Harry’s hands rested at her waist, and she opened her eyes, meeting his green ones.

He joined their lips again, and started to kitten lick and suck her tongue, while his eager hands explored her body. He drifted his hands to her damp centre, brushing his finger over the damp spot on her panties, just above her clit. She moaned into his mouth, and e swallowed it all up, before bringing his fingers to the waistband of her panties.

He broke the kiss, quickly dropping down to his knees before her. He pulled the ruined panties off her legs, unhooking them from her ankles and throwing them near the discarded bra.

She was now fully naked before him, and she wanted to hide herself. Given that he had already seen her a million times like this before, given their immortal nature, and yet, being this vulnerable made her shy.

She tries to close her legs before him, hide her pussy from his hungry eyes. He smiles, knowing that she must be feeling so shy, given how much time they had spent apart.

“It’s okay, love. I know it’s been a while, and you’d feel exposed being fully naked around me. But you don’t have to, love. Not from me. You never have to be nervous or shy around me. Naked or not, any way you are, you are absolutely ethereal. And divine”

She felt a sense of relief hearing those words. Being a goddess, she knew she was one of the most beautiful and stunning creatures to walk in the Underworld. Her ethereal form radiated a timeless beauty that transcended mortal comprehension. And she was the most confident when she was out in the world. Her words, her beauty, all were elements that captivated those fortunate enough to witness her presence. The ethereal glow surrounding her form seemed to dance in harmony with the confidence that emanated from within.

Yet, here she was, feeling exposed and shy in front of her own husband, who was on his knees in front of her, ready to worship her.

“And yet, if you don’t feel comfortable enough, dove, we don’t have to do this. It’s all right. We can-“ she stopped him mid-sentence.

“No, no-I-I want to, Harry, it’s just-the way you looked at me made me feel-like I’m not that beautiful as you tell me I am.”

“You are, my love. You are absolutely exquisite, my darling. And I’m going to show you just how damn breathtaking you look around my cock.”

“But-how?” she asked.

He smirked, before snapping his fingers. A long, floor length mirror appeared behind him,, making her look at her own reflection.

“But, Harry-“

“No questions, love. You had your fun throughout the day, now let me have mine”

He parted her legs, immediately attaching his mouth to her swollen clit. She released a moan, his mouth doing wonders between her legs.

He licked and sucked, and licked her pretty pussy till she was a moaning mess again, whimpering with her bottom lip between her teeth. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes full of lust as she watched herself reach the high of pleasure.

Her chest had reddened, and eyes were hooded, threatening to fall shut with the sheer pleasure consuming her. Her hands were in his brown curls, pulling and pushing his head to her core at the same time, conflicted between the need to succumb to the upcoming pleasure or to pull away from it.

But, just as she was about to fall over the edge, he stopped. Pulled his mouth off of her, making her release a cry of need.

“Harry-I-I was so close-“

“I want you to come around my cock, darling. Want to see you fall apart as I fuck you”

He got up, knees wobbly. He started to undress himself, removing each piece of clothing while maintain eye contact with Y/N.

She was still coming down from the high he’d almost got her to, her breathing still rapid and ragged. Soon, he was naked in front of her, pushing her back on the bed on which she fell with a soft thud.

She sat up on her elbows, and he pulled her so she was sitting upright. He climbed on the bed behind her, and sat down.

With fingers still damp, he pushed her thighs apart wide, spreading his own as well and locking hers with his, so she couldn’t push them again.

She sighed as her pussy spread open, revealing her pretty hole to the gigantic mirror in front of them.

He took hold of her wrists, pinning them together behind her back.

“Keep ‘em there. Don’t move”

He warned.

And she knew better than to disobey him.

“Okay” a quite whisper, but he heard it well.

“Good girl”

Her pussy throbbed with need, her neglected clit swollen and red. He brought his hands to her thighs, lightly grazing them with his fingers. He rubbed his hands up and down, smoothing them up to the part where her centre meet her thighs, and retreating back, neglecting the place where she needed him the most.

“Harry-please” she begged, hoping he will give in and fuck her senseless.

“My rules tonight, darling” he answered simply, and she had no choice other than to sit pretty and take it.

His torture continued for quite a while, and she was so tired from his edging, her head resting limply on his shoulder. She would get excited whenever he would graze her clit, only to get disappointed immediately after.

When he decided that he had had enough, he finally gave in. She was so fucking wet already, soaking the satin sheets beneath them with the arousal that dripped down continuously. He brought two fingers to her entrance, gently pushing them in while he played with her perky nipples, twisting them while stuffing her full.

“Oh fuck, Har-“ she cursed, her walls immediately clamping down on his two fingers. She tried to move herself on him, grind on his fingers, but he held them apart nicely, stopping any movements.

“Feel good?” he asked, pinching her nipple as he stuffed his fingers fully in, gently flicking the tips inside her tight walls.

“Mhm, yes, feels good-fuck!” he pushed another finger in, thrusting them in and out at a godly speed. She scratched his chest, nails scraping down his abdomen. She was feeling so good again, ready to burst at any moment.

That’s when he stopped-again. Pulled his fingers out completely. And just as she was about to open her mouth and whine about it-he pushed them into her mouth.

She moaned around them, sucking and licking off her own sweet arousal. He groaned at this, feeling so impossibly hard that he thought he will burst again.

“That’s it-good girl” he pulled them out, wiping them on her stomach. She smirked, knowing how she had imagined it was his cock between her lips, and made him imagine the same too.

Her on her knees before him, his hands in her hair, gripping them harshly as she took him like a pro. All those filthy thoughts muddled his mind, and he couldn’t hold back longer.

He turned her around easily, pushing her back down so her back was on the mattress, and he climbed on top of her. His lips attached to her neck, licking and sucking as he spread her legs apart with his hand, positioning his cock just before her lips.

Parting them with his one hand, he released a sigh of relief as he pushed himself in, her warm walls feeling so heavenly around his cock. He had held off for so long, focusing on her pleasure more than his. But now, he was going to fuck her good, make her see stars as she came around her cock again and again.

She grabbed onto his shoulders, nails scratching their way down as she felt the initial burn of his cock stretching her wide open. She tried to keep her composure, but how good she, when it hurt so good and felt even better at the same time?

He gave her time to adjust to his length, not trying to overwhelm her with bottoming out immediately. Once she was, she gave him a quick nod to keep going.

That was all he needed, as he carefully pushed in to the hilt, bottoming out inside her as his balls slapped with her ass. She wrapped her legs around his slim waist as he grabbed her wrists, pulling them from his shoulder and pinning them above her head.

“Gonna fuck you real good today” he promised, snapping his hips against hers. His cock drive into her warn hole again and again, making her throw her head back with pleasure. He took this opportunity and kisses and nipped at her neck, her jaw slack with pleasure. The bed started to rock against the wall due to the force of his thrusts, her slick folds coating his cock with arousal every time he pushed in. She was impossibility wet, and on the verge of falling over the edge.

“Oh my god!” she whimpered out when he gave a particularly hard thrust, her legs shaking with pleasure. His hands wrapped around her neck, slightly putting pleasure as he forced her to open her eyes.

“Look at me when you cum” he said, and she immediately nodded, not wanting to risk any other orgasm because of disobedience.

But she was disappointed quickly as he pulled out again, leaving her on the edge. She had been so pent up. and now on the verge of crying.

He picked her up, turning her around to face the mirror, on her hands and knees. They were shaking profusely, so he had to slide an arm beneath to support her pliant body.

“Look at me when you cum. In the mirror” he grabbed her jaw and positioned her face so she was forced to loom at herself, her body succumbing to pleasure that he gave her.

Every push of his cock in her melted her further and further, breasts jiggling with the force of his harsh thrusts, again and again.

“Har-please” she pleaded, not being able to hold off for any longer.

“Yeah, baby? You want to come?” he asked.

She nodded, not being able to form any coherent sentence, she was about to fall over the edge, just needed that little push, just a little…

He seemed to have read her mind because as soon as she thought of that, his fingers were on her clit, harshly rubbing concentrated circles, enough to take her fall over the edge she was teetering on.

“Watch yourself. Look how pretty you look falling apart on m’ cock, darling” her eyes quickly drifted to the mirror in front, and indeed, he was correct.

Her cheeks were flushed red , her face glowing as she released warm puffs of air through her open mouth. He was filling her up so good, pressing against the soft, spongy spot deep inside of her that made her toes curl and eyes to roll into the back of her head.

The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, her moans and whimpers, and his grunts audible above them all. He gripped her hips harshly, nails digging in as he prepared to spill himself inside her.

“I'm close too…” he announced, and leaned in, wrapping his hand around her middle. He pulled her neck so that her back touched his clammy chest, the change in positioning giving him a deeper angle.

“Harry-Oh fuck!” she immediately gave in, her legs giving out beneath her as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body, blinding her vision and ringing her ears. His hand on her swollen clit was relentless, and so was his speed of fucking her through her orgasm.

“Harry-har-feels so fucking good, har” she stuttered, mouth open as she watched herself come undone on his cock. A warm glow enveloped her, and she looked absolutely breathtaking. But, her eyes were fixated on her Harry, who was just about to cum.

His eyes were closed shut, low grunts leaving his lips with each thrust as he gave in, and the first few drops of his release coated her walls.

“Fuck, baby. Making me feel-so-fucking-good, Fuck! His words were punctuated with thrusts to her cunt, spilling more and more of his milky cum with each push inside.

“Cum for me, Har-give me all you have” her soft voice egged him on, as her warm walls milked him for all he had. Once he was done, he gave her a final look in the mirror, before falling down on the bed, taking her with him.

In the hushed aftermath of their intimate celebration, Hades and Persephone lay entwined in the ethereal glow of their chamber. The flickering candlelight cast a warm hue over the room, a testament to the love that had just been shared. The echoes of their whispers lingered, blending with the quietude that enveloped the space.

Hades traced delicate patterns on Persephone's bare back, his touch a caress that spoke of both passion and tenderness. Her hair spilled like a cascade of midnight over the pillows, and the moonlight filtering through the window bathed them in a soft, celestial radiance.

The room seemed to respond to their connection, as if the very walls held the echoes of their shared love. The air shimmered with an otherworldly energy, and the shadows on the walls danced in tandem with the rhythm of their hearts.

As they lay there, the tapestry of their shared history unfolded in their minds—the challenges they had faced, the laughter they had shared, and the quiet moments that had solidified their bond. Hades couldn't help but marvel at the depth of emotion Persephone brought into his life—a depth that went beyond the confines of the Underworld and stretched into the boundless expanse of eternity.

Their connection, both physical and emotional, created a cocoon of intimacy that shielded them from the outside world. The grandeur of the Underworld, the echoes of the banquet, and the responsibilities of ruling—all faded into insignificance in the embrace of their private sanctuary.

As the night deepened, they spoke of dreams and aspirations, of the moments that had left an indelible mark on their souls and of the endless possibilities that awaited them in the expanse of eternity. The bedroom, once a quiet space, became a canvas for their shared reflections and whispered confessions.

In the quiet moments between their words, Hades couldn't help but be grateful for the cosmic tapestry that had woven their fates together. Persephone, once a fleeting vision in the mortal realm, had become the heartbeat of his existence—the one who brought warmth to the depths of the Underworld and a symphony of joy to his immortal heart.

And so, in the heart of the Underworld, where time moved in a rhythm known only to gods, Hades and Persephone continued their intimate celebration. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery glow a witness to the depth of their connection.

As the night wore on, they found solace in the quiet moments of shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. The room became a haven, a sanctuary for the love that had endured through the ages. Their connection, both physical and emotional, became a testament to the enduring power of love in the face of eternity.

And as they drifted into the peaceful embrace of sleep, still entwined in each other's arms, the echoes of their shared celebration lingered in the air. The Underworld, once a realm of shadows, held within its depths a love story that unfolded in the quiet moments of the night—a love story destined to resonate through the corridors of eternity.

>>>

One day, as they stood on the shores of the Styx, Hades couldn't help but ponder the nature of their love. "Persephone, my queen, do you ever tire of the Underworld? Would you prefer a life in the mortal realm or on Mount Olympus?"

Persephone looked into his eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Harry, it's not about the realm we're in; it's about the love we share. Whether in the Underworld, the mortal realm, or the heavens above, as long as we are together, that's where I belong."

Hades felt a surge of gratitude and love for the woman standing beside him. "You truly are my light in the darkness, Persephone."

Their days were filled with laughter, shared adventures, and stolen moments of intimacy. Hades reveled in the simple pleasures of mortal-inspired picnics, where they lounged in the Fields of Asphodel, surrounded by the beauty Persephone had brought to his kingdom.

As the seasons changed, and the tapestry of time unfolded, Hades and Persephone's love deepened. They faced challenges together, weathered storms, and celebrated triumphs. The Underworld, once a place of solitude and shadows, became a canvas for their love story—a story that echoed through the corridors of eternity.

In the quietude of the Underworld, where the river Styx whispered ancient secrets, Hades and Persephone found a love that transcended the boundaries of the realms. And as they danced under the eternal moonlight, their hearts beat in harmony, creating a melody that echoed

Through the ages, their love story continued to unfold, a tale woven into the fabric of time itself. The Underworld bore witness to the eons that passed, yet Hades and Persephone remained a constant, their love enduring like the everlasting cycle of the seasons.

They explored the hidden realms of the Underworld, discovering forgotten chambers and secret passages. Hades showed Persephone the intricacies of his kingdom, the responsibilities and duties that came with ruling the dead. Yet, through it all, their love remained a guiding light, illuminating the darkest corners of the Underworld.

One day, as they stood on the precipice of the Abyss, where the echoes of lost souls reverberated, Hades spoke of his deepest fears and vulnerabilities. Persephone listened with compassion, her love a balm for the wounds that time had etched into his immortal heart.

"I never imagined I could share my burdens with another," Hades admitted, his voice a low rumble that echoed in the cavernous space. "But with you, Persephone, everything feels different. I am not alone."

Persephone took his hand, her touch comforting warmth. "We face the challenges together, Harry. Your burdens are mine, just as mine are yours. We are partners in this journey through eternity."

Their love became a beacon in the Underworld, a source of inspiration for lost souls seeking solace. Tales of Hades and Persephone's enduring love spread through the realm, offering hope to those who had long forgotten the warmth of companionship.

As the years unfolded, they witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations in the mortal realm. Hades and Persephone, however, remained unchanged, their love an eternal flame that defied the ravages of time. They watched as mortal heroes rose to greatness and tragic tales unfolded, the threads of destiny weaving a tapestry that stretched across the ages.

In the midst of it all, Hades and Persephone continued to find joy in the simple pleasures of life. They reveled in the beauty of the Underworld's landscapes, danced under the light of a thousand moons, and discovered hidden realms that held secrets untold. Their love was a journey, an exploration of the boundless possibilities that eternity offered.

Yet, even in the midst of their idyllic existence, challenges arose. Forces from the depths of the Underworld, ancient and formidable, sought to disrupt the delicate balance of their love. Hades and Persephone faced trials that tested the very foundation of their connection, but in each trial, their love emerged stronger, more resilient.

Together, they faced adversaries and overcame obstacles that threatened the harmony of the Underworld. Hades, once perceived as a fearsome deity, revealed the depth of his compassion and the strength of his love. Persephone, with her gentle yet unwavering spirit, became a beacon of hope for all who traversed the shadowy realms.

Their love story, once confined to the whispers of the Underworld, became a legend that transcended the boundaries of the mortal and immortal realms alike. Mortals sang songs of their enduring love, poets crafted verses in their honor, and artists immortalized their images on canvas.

As the centuries passed, the Underworld transformed into a realm of balance and harmony. The once desolate landscapes bloomed with vibrant flora, and the river Styx flowed with a gentle serenity. Hades and Persephone, hand in hand, continued to rule the Underworld with grace and wisdom, their love a testament to the eternal dance of life and death.

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chiyoso · 1 year ago

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IMPERFECTIONS YOU LOATHE

▶PLAY. jing yuan can't wrap his head about it. who would've thought that acne will be the one to defeat you in body, and mind? it's just simply... baffling, for someone like him.

▶CONTENT. female reader, suggestive, reader is a lieutenant for jimg yuan, realistic interactions, romantic tension, subtle self insecurity, flirting, jing yuan's just confused

you were someone who worked under the arbiter general for quite a long time, you've fought a good amount of battles in your long lifespan, be it may from the corrosions of abundance, or the rare hoardes of enemies from the anti-matter legion, it didn't matter, you emerged victorious in every battle you participated in.

akin to your victories, there was this untouchable enemy that troubled you immensely today, an enemy you can never, ever beat by your skilled hand, growing and tormeting you from the inside as you look at the reflection of yourself, the negative emotions and accumulated stress, manifesting into reality, into your... flesh.

dawn in the next day, the cloud knights who fall under your command, took notice the black mouth veil along with your outfit change to fit the uncharacteristic cover over half of your face, you were beautiful nonetheless, strong in both will and physicality, but even then, no one will be able to undermine the hidden turmoil underneath your veil, your radiance, or so you internally claim.

you hear your name slip through a familiar voice during one of your training sessions with the cloud knights, looking over your shoulder to see your highly regarded general, moving towards you with his signature glaive in his hand.

“hm, you certainly never fail to continue surprising me, captain.” the general's lips grows into a faint smirk, referring to your mouth veil and complimenting outfit in contrast to your usual breezy, fit for rough sparring previously.

your relationship with the general had been proven professional with a sense of rivalry and a slight growing admiration as time continues to flow, except... today.

“general.” you greeted, arms crossed valiantly with your gaze continuing to loom over the cloud knights below, training their asses off with your eyes dead set on the field, which felt more intimidating and penetrating as it was the most visible thing from the veil you put on.

“you rang, general?” your eyes narrow slightly, only to be met with his free hand moving towards your mouth veil.

“hm.” a hum of amusement, you hear from the general, feeling the lingering curious gaze of his over your form, in a respectful way of course.

you think.

“to what pleasure do i owe from the visiting, fleeting arbitrator general of the luofu?” your tone carried a slight hint of mirroring amusement and sarcasm, earning a warm, uncommon chuckle from the general.

“captain,” his tone became lower, your gaze finally breaking from the scenery and towards the general's direction to heed his call.

tch. your honed instincts and reflexes itch, your hand suddenly grabbing his wrist, your eyes telling a thousand words not to reach out further while his only show genuine bafflement, following a curiousity after.

“i implore my general to... not do such a thing again,” you hissed, your monotonous tone slick with slight hostility and maintained professionalism.

once again?

your general, huh? his internal thoughts lingered to your words and actions, before retracting his hand from your releasing grasp.

“apologies... but,” he tilts his head to the side with that knowing, charming smile of his.

“surely you cannot blame your general for having his interests piqued today once again, hm?”

you showed annoyance, clicking your tongue with your brows furrowed during your hold on your flowing cover. “captain,” the general called your title once again, your attention caught, darting your eyes to the man nearing your veil, curious, golden irises studying you while you had a moment to yourself.

“... i don't know what you mean, general.” your voice softened, hinted with an amuse once more, feigning ignorance to the most obvious elephant in the room; your choice of attire today.

your gaze returns to the training grounds, only to be met with a strong, accursed breeze of the luofu that wavered the cover on your face, your hand immediately moving towards your mouth veil to secure any type of movement, intriguing the general further.

then with his veteran gaze, he notices it, the battle you hid across your face.

“ah,” “don't.” you immediately cut him off, tone coated with a little more hostility than before, your hands finding its way to his chest to push him away from your personal space respectfully, but he doesn't budge to your nudge, for a few long moments, the two of your eyes searched each other, one of curiousity, and the other of uncertainty.

jing yuan didn't understand one bit, he did not have a logical answer for himself as to why such a trivial thing can weaken such a strong woman who stood by beside him through countless immortal battles, countless victories, losses, it didn't make sense to the curious general as to why she would hide the missed view of her endearing— endearing?

“even the strongest of warriors... can still fall victim to nature of woman hm?” he broke the silence, stepping back from you in respect to your resistance and unwillingness of closeness.

“i-” silence. your expression was faltering from the mention of your troubles, even behind the veil you hid, your turmoil was clear.

the sounds of clashing, groans from the cloud knights, your deep, quiet breaths, and gulps only ensued, that's what you were doing for a little bit while the general only glanced back and forth towards you and the training grounds.

“cloud knights! at ease! take a break, all of you.” your powerful, commanding voice cut his train of thought, your voice ringing through the field, catching the undivided attention through the people who fall in your command, all simultaneously replying with a loud “yes captain!”

“general,” your tone of slight vulnerability in contrast to your powerful voice was met with his eyes to yours again.

“what are you here f—”

“why do you hide behind a mere cloth that hinders my ability to see you in your full glory?”

what? your thoughts raced like the strong currents in scalesgorge waterscapes, as well as feeling the warmth that you haven't felt in a long while grow within your cheeks.

“i will never understand why women fall and weaken under the natural biologies of the human body,” he said, moving towards you again, towering your form, locking his golden gaze with yours.

the two of the most strongest of figures, the highest of reputations, having a moment of uncharacteristic matured intimacy, witnessed by the strong breeze and the select few of prying eyes from the cloud knights, all witnessing his act of closeness.

“but it doesn't mean i, will feign ignorance to whatever chaos that resides within you, of course.” he tilted his body, your knuckles met his lips in a sudden motion, yet his eyes remained onto your veiled, flushing face.

“my deepest, most sincerest apologies to you for any negativity i invoked within you, my captain.”

his lips lingered to your skin, his eyes searching for any reaction, an indication to stop—but you don't retract, instead your gaze remained on his, softening with each passing second.

“stand tall, general...” you said softly, something the general hadn't heard from you for awhile, only to do your bidding with your hand still in his grasp.

“i've never heard you say my name in our time of longevity together, captain.” he chuckled, growing fonder of you, and his thumb subconsciously rubbing your flesh was proof.

you flinch in result of instinct and a sudden touch that neared your veil, but only that, he only traced his callused fingers along the laced, intricate cloth, his eyes never leaving yours in study of you with fascination and a hidden, growing admiration that even the general was unaware of.

then it happens.

your eyes linger a little too long on the features around his face, the piercing, unreadable gaze in his eyes, the texture of his fair skin, his locks that were flowing against the wind—ah, he has a beauty mark? h-

“gener—”

“jing yuan, my captain.” he insisted.

“someone of your caliber shouldn't cower away from the wrath of mother nature, you are far more superior,” he pauses, retracting his hand from the fabric, his gaze following the wind towards the training grounds, glaive downwards onto the platform where both of you stood, his hands both at the circular tip of the hilt.

“... a woman, labored with strength, hardship, and an allure, an enchantment that many fall and succumb to,” his breath got caught in his throat, perhaps realizing in this moment that he was maybe talking about himself in the last parts of his own open, honest words.

“you- you jest, gener-... jing yuan...” you mumbled, disbelief playing in your mind.

“do you know me as a jokester, valiant captain of mine?” he replies with a realization to his own words, chuckling after and, subconsciously fidgeting with his knuckles with his thumb brushing against it.

and you took notice to his mannerisms of course.

jing yuan was someone who didn't take matters such as this lightly, and you knew that full well since spending your immortality beside the general through rigorous training and honing your weapons together.

to sparring numerous times alone in one of the platforms in the divination commission.

to taking your hand in battle and performing a dance of death towards the enemies of the abundance

to claiming victory with him by your side, along with the little lieutenant yanqing and madam yukong's presence.

eons worth of defenses were being torn down in both sides unknowingly from that simple yet quite impactful act of his, but neither waver and fall weak into each others reeling gaze, standing tall and strong with radiating auras of unspoken attraction and endearment towards another, even if the circumstances were still brewing.

all was good, lasting satisfactory, fleeting moments, fleeting lonely moments, moments of tranquility and silence, days that lingered and crept up in your soul, a silence that deafened you from time to time and—“captain?” the general whispered once more of many times to regain your focus and attention to him, brushing off strands of your hair, tucked behind your ear as your irises return to the figure that towered before you.

“jing y—”

“capta—”

a fleeting silence with widened eyes followed both of your simultaneous voices, not long after sounds of genuine laughter of amusement fill the air with a strengthening admiration and sentiment to one another.

“you first, my lady.”

“i was about to say the same thing.”

“without the my lady part anyways,” you continued, bringing a hand over your veil to stifle a full chuckle.

“then,” his free hand slithered towards your lower back, making your cheeks flare up in heat as the sphere end of his glaive met your stomach lightly in a teasing manner, his lips mirroring your uncontrollable grin.

“i planned on sparring with yanqing today, but the little bird told me he had matters to tend to,” you tilt your head, interested in his actions, and where this leads.

“oh? quite unfortunate for you, general.” you mirror his tone with a little more dramatics as you place your knuckles on your forehead, your antics amusing the general further (as well as making him subconsciously smitten).

“unfortunate indeed, my lady.” he leaned closer with his signature, charming smile that was quite different, hinted with a hidden undertone of tenderness, his physique almost barely touching yours from your inviting, mischievous demeanor.

“however, you...” he lifted his arm, the sharp edge of his weapon pointed towards the training grounds, eyes determined and locked to your growing smirk.

“would you be so kind and generous to indulge your general in a spar, valiant valkyrie of the luofu?” he asked, tone coated with noticable playfulness, itching you to do the same.

“it depends general, do you promise not to slice my veil into pieces?" you mused, indulging yourself with his apparent playfulness.

"it was quite pricey you know? along with this outfit of mine of course,” you observed from his obvious gazes to your veil, your keen intuition leaving the general in his slight amazement and surprise.

“i can't even fanthom how you didn't take up the offer to be a diviner like fu xuan,” he said jokingly, lowering his glaive yet the smile only grew further on his lips.

“you read my mind as always, but can you blame your general?” his hand from your lower back moved up to touch the soft fabric of the lace that covered your face that he unknowingly longed to see.

“the darkness that looms half over of your features distracts me more than my taxing paperwork that awaits me in a later time,” he continued, his tone audibly serious this time with a slight frown forming on his face.

god.

except... the arbiter general finds himself in the same situation, subconsciously stealing glances towards you with heavy to minimal intent at times, asking for your presence through his lieutenant, sitting together at the edges of the divination commission's platform after an intense spar, sharing a glass of warm halycon milk, and the serene, comfortable silence that you two continued to share in many moments over the centuries...

“you will be the death of me, yuan.” you sigh in defeat to his enchanting words, while he only perked up to the nickname you uttered out.

it's true though, you've noticed a pattern over the years staying beside the general, you notice yourself holding back your full strength during mid sparring sessions with him to maintain a level of feminity, a feminity you yearned for since being one of the strong, leading figures along the general that you rose to with effort and relentless hardwork.

...

“apologies, i-”

the more he thinks back, the more cogs turned viciously in his mind, if the situated ordeals are with purpose, or... had everything felt natural with her since the beginning when it came to this astonishing, compelling and shining force of nature that shone over the luofu.

a prowess that—“jing yuan?” you called out again, hushed and soft, your voice carried, finally catching the attention of the man who was visibly in deep thought.

he didn't notice finger that poked his cheek lightly, accompanied with your innocent, confused look that he almost choked to in his throat.

“how about that spar, general?”

his eyes widened to your words, shortly before breaking into a wide, satisfied smirk, grabbing your hand that was near his face, continuing to hover you.

“only if you remove your veil-”

“no.”

“then i shall hold back.”

“oh? then please do my general, so i can set the stage of your devastating defeat against my blade, all for the cloud knights in the area who look up to their beloved, arbiter general of the great xianzhou luofu to bear witness to.”

he blinks to your words, two times, maybe three times, before breaking into a wide, uncontrollable grin, taking a step towards you with his head looking over yours.

“... little vixen.”

“your words, my general.”

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ataraxiaspainting · 1 year ago

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Hi, thanks for sending te rules ^^. For the request, can I please have yan mermaid Ruan Mei x fem human reader one shot? Basically, Ruan Mei meets a human and she find them interesting, but later discovers that the reader is dating. So Ruan Mei decides why not to kidnap her future darling.

please ruan mei is so pretty...... I CAN FIX HER GUYS!!

Birth of Venus.

Yan (Mermaid) Ruan Mei x F Reader.

Synopsis: Legends say the ocean’s waters are salty because of the tears of mermaids.

Warnings: Yandere themes and kidnapping.

Word Count: 700.

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Upon catching sight of you for the first time, she finds herself at a loss for thoughts and emotions.

For her to lose sight of the former is as rare as her finding something not covered in rust and fading away with age on the bottom of the ocean floor. But, like those priceless moments, with her fingers gliding above and beneath a small mountain of gold coins in a treasure chest she spent more than a day trying to unlock, she could not bear herself to let go, to let something so precious go to waste. Time is of the essence though, because as much as she wants to simply take you beneath the waters with her hands, the scales on them never scarred with the color purer than that of the sky above you both, she has to wait for the right time, for everything to be set up accordingly. It is what she does best, after all, planning and soon discarding everything that provides little value to her, and perhaps soon to you, because, in the end, it is not uncommon for her to lose her emotions. They hold no significance at present or in the future, and she will release them once more in her quest for everything she desires. Thus, she patiently waits, concealed beneath the water, listening to the gentle sound of your footsteps on the sand and the joyful exclamations that escape your lips whenever you discover another seashell she intentionally left on the shoreline for you.

Everything and everyone she encounters, regardless of whether they are from the sea or the land above, bow down to her and her radiance, even creatures similar to her both in physique and intellectual prowess. She hopes the same will be what you do too, but she does not. Despite how ironic it sounds, you are the breath of fresh air she never had. She desires for you to remain unchanged, even if she resorts to preserving you as ice submerged deep beneath the ocean, thus ensuring your eternal presence. Nevertheless, she sincerely hopes this extreme measure will never be necessary.

She will try her best to ensure such.

Despite her emotions being minuscule, barely the size of a single caviar bead, she finds herself unable to articulate this indescribable sensation that threatens to overwhelm all logic she has.

Because when she caught sight of you for what felt like the hundredth time, she saw you kiss someone else by the shoreline, next to the special shell she obtained after hours upon hours of searching just for you.

For what felt like the first time in all her life, she felt sorrow, then anger, and hate. Her emotions finally gave way after all these months of observing you from afar, and tears gave way. But she doesn't know what to do now. All planning, what she has always been good at, along with her logic, which she also has been exemplary at, has all been washed away by the tides of fear, envy, and sadness. After what felt like an eternity of weeping over her loss, making the seawater get even saltier because of her tears, she concluded. She must act now, or you will be forever out of her grasp. She needs to take immediate action to regain her rationality and control her emotions once more. Despite her love for you, Ruan Mei will always be self-centered, and this fundamental aspect of her character is unlikely to change, even if she desires it. It is simply a matter of time until everything reverts to its previous state.

So, as you venture near the coast, captivated by the enchanting melodies emerging from the sea, she springs into action. With astonishing speed, so swift that you won't perceive it until it's too late, she delivers a powerful blow and drags you under the waters, where you will stay forevermore.

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yannights · 11 months ago

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A Song from the Depth

Pairing: Yandere Wriothesley x reader

Part 1 Part 2

A/n: I'm very sorry this took long I had lot to do but I finally finished it and tried improving it from the first one

Warning: possessive and obsessive behaviour, prolonged imprisonment, language, threats, manhandling.

Awakening, your head echoed with a rhythmic ache, muscles weighed down by fatigue. The darkness cradling you held a small radiance, enough to unveil the room in which you found yourself lying. The bedroom... Or rather...his bedroom. "After a brief interlude of regaining your composure, you tried to move your limbs to sit up, however, your hands wouldn't budge. You tried again, but your movement was restricted, something prevented them from leaving your back and created the small sound of rattling metal. You tried to wiggle around to see what was going on, but you put the pieces together and everything made more sense. Those fucking handcuffs, oh you wished you could shove them up his...

A sound from beyond the door jolted you back to the present, prompting your body to instinctively freeze, avoiding any movement that might betray your presence with even the faintest noise. You could hear echoes similar to those of footsteps, and only you and the other inmates could recognize the song of steel boots hitting the metal floor. It was Wriothesley. Could you not enjoy a moment of peace without his presence breathing down your neck, albeit an explanation for the situation would be useful? Because no matter how hard you tried, you could not recall the reasoning for the position you currently found yourself in, it was all just a blur. The last thing you did remember was sitting on the bed in the dark, and you believed he was in front of you, however attempting to delve deeper into memories only plunged you into an abyss of emptiness. Your thoughts went silent once the echoes came to a grounding halt and the sound of rattling metal could be heard from outside. The ominous click of the door reverberated through the stillness, sending a shiver down your spine as your heartbeat quickened to an erratic rhythm. Paralyzed by fear, the thought of confronting him now seemed an insurmountable terror. The chilling realization that your very presence in this situation signaled a profound and irreversible error, a message that you had fucked up badly somehow. You quickly positioned yourself lying on the bed and closed your eyes as if you were still asleep, you thought that maybe he would leave you alone and then this would give you more time to grapple with the situation, maybe if you were quick enough you can find something to defend yourself. While the scenario was highly unlikely, near impossible, you still wanted to take any chance to avoid what was coming. You heard a squealing sound indicating that the door was opening. Cold sweat accumulated but you tried to keep your composure, slowing down your shaky breath, and dared not to open your eyes as a glimmer of light invaded the room. Heavy footsteps connected with the floor followed by deep huffs, the sound of metal could be heard from his suit as he walked closer. From the noises you heard, you believed that he had taken off his coat, but what caught you off guard was the sudden weight added on the bed's side, the mattress creaked, and you were forced to slightly tilt towards where he was sitting. Despite the sudden stress, you still managed to keep the act up and stay calm. You heard a low sigh, which sounded like he was exhausted, which was not uncommon knowing that he worked a lot to administer the fortress of Meropide. A couple of dreadful moments passed by in the dark, Wriothesley did not budge much to your displeasure, pretending to sleep with your captor next to you was extremely hard, but you told yourself that if you could keep this just a bit longer maybe he'd leave, you knew you could not keep this up forever, but right now, you just wanted to be alone and not have to endure what he wanted to do to you.

"I know you're awake sweetheart.."

Your eyes widened at his words. He knew, of course, he knew, what were you thinking, of course that creep would know that you were faking it. You turned your head to look at him, and you were met by a tired smirk plastered on his face facing you, looking down at you.

" If you truly want to fool me, you'll have to take deeper and longer breaths, I could hear the stress and fear every time you exhaled, which shouldn't be the case, right?"

Was he mocking you? Did he still not understand why you were afraid. You tried to protest but the words that came out were muffled and were far from understandable. You stopped in confusion and now noticed that you had a cloth strapped around your mouth, playing the role of a gag, stopping you from properly talking. You understood that no matter how hard you tried, he wouldn't listen to you because he wouldn't understand, which was intentional on his part. All you could do now was listen to him, and await judgment.

" Well, now that you are awake, there is no point in keeping you waiting, since you're finally ready to listen, let me explain what's in store"

Your heart raced, like a sprinting heartbeat, unsure of the unfolding scene. Questions lingered, but you were unable to ask. You wore a confused expression to try and give him a hint of your current disorientation state.

" I was deeply unimpressed with your behavior yesterday, gave quite the scare too. And here I thought we were...."

He stopped in his tracks as he took a proper look at your face, noticing your more evidently confused face. It did not take him long to put the pieces together.

"You do know what happened yesterday, right? He asked

You glared at him, your eyes conveying a gentle disagreement as you shook your head in response. He gave a low chuckle to your answer.

"Oh? well then..."

He placed an arm beside your head as support and leaned closer to you. You closed your eyes and let out a small squeal, thinking he was going to kiss you, but you were stunned not only by the proximity beside your ear but also by the chilling breath that left you shivering as if a cold breeze had swept through the moment.

"...Allow me to refresh your memory, darling."

The next words that came out of his mouth awakened your nearly forgotten memories, which made you witness the scenes play out.

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" Fuck you"

The twirling stopped and the world went silent.

A few excruciating moments passed by of you two staring into each other's eyes, you could feel the icy gaze of his cold, blue eyes. A small smile formed on his face as he slightly looked down, which was far from a good sign.

" I have to admit that I have always admired your stubbornness." He said, "Back on the surface, when I first saw you, I remember seeing you at a cafe, you were fighting with a worker on paying for the cup of tea you had purchased after they offered it for free as a thank-you for your help in cleaning up their mess..."

The words 'back on the surface' stirred a blend of sadness and nostalgia within you, knowing very well why you were no longer up there. Despite this feeling, you also felt very confused as to why he was telling you this, one minute ago he was mad at you for misbehaving. This situation heightened your discomfort; you wished for his actions to be more predictable than this. However, you internally admitted that it was a rare occasion to see him frustrated. Typically, when disobeyed or screamed at, he would respond with a smile and a casual shrug it off. However, this sudden change of attitude was a direct indication that he was growing tired of your behaviour. Despite his increased recognizability now, you interpreted it more as a warning to cease, or the next response might not be as forgiving. This realization, however, didn't alter the inevitable consequences of insulting him on this late evening.

"However, he continued. It's not going to help either of us. I am sorry, but it's time for me to take action on this matter. I was nice once, twice, you can still consider me nice now."

He advanced, bringing the handcuffs along with him, and extended his arm to snatch yours. You took a step back but ended up hitting the office door behind you, you were completely trapped. However, as he was ready to grab hold of you, both of your movements stopped as a familiar voice came from outside, followed by three loud knocks.

"Your Grace, are you alright?"

You stared into each other's eyes once more until you realised, a person... yes PERSON! You quickly turned around, ready to scream for help, however a large hand enveloped your mouth, muffling your screams as you tried to beg for help. You struggled against his grasp, disbelief, and anger fueling your resistance. His grip tightened, crushing any hope of escape, and you felt the weight pressing down on you.

"Give me one moment Wolsey," Wriothesley said loudly.

No wonder the voice sounded familiar, it was Wolsey, the person in charge of the fortress's cafeteria. When you first arrived in the fortress, you weren't immediately snatched away by Wriothesley, you had spent two days as a normal inmate and had in total of 4 meals from the cafeteria where you first met Wolsey. From what you remembered, his food could be as delicious as the ones served in 5-star restaurants to a meal out of a trash bag.

You tried to fight your captor's strong grip, but that proved to fail miserably. However, you managed to bite hard on his hand, causing him to falter his hand in pain and a bit of blood spilled. You were once more prepared to scream until you heard a small growl beside your ear and a sharp pain landed on your head causing your vision to blur and slowly fade away into darkness...."

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" So after that I told Wolsey that your banging on the door was instead me fixing a screw with my bare hands, we spoke about the food supply that was supposed to arrive today but didn't, so I had to deal with that and I don't know about you but I am exhausted."

As he delivered those lines, he pushed himself back up to get a proper look at your face and smirked when he saw your expression. Now, with the context in mind, you observed the small bandage on his hand from where you had bitten him, confirming the truth in his words. You feared what he was going to do, and you asked yourself many questions, was this the punishment? Has it not started? What is going to happen? In your panicked state, your breath started to quicken and become louder.

" So here is what is going to happen. Since you were acting like a child, I might as well treat you like one. In the upcoming days and more depending on your state, you are stripped of the privileges you had. You decided to insult me call me a monster as well as bite me, you will not need that mouth anymore. You decided to run and nearly let others know our little secret, then you will remain here, where I can be sure you are exactly where you should be. On the bright side, you will finally be sleeping on a bed and not the floor."

Your fear transformed into pure rage. You clamped down on the gag with even more force, your eyes narrowing with intensity, and your fists clenched tightly as you channeled your furry.

"What's with that expression? If you hadn't acted like that, you wouldn't be like this. I can't stand seeing you putting yourself in danger, which is why I'm here. I know you might not appreciate it, but I need you to realize that everything I do is because I love you. Your recklessness is jeopardizing that, unfortunately. It's time for you to move on, and perhaps if you're willing to move forward, I'll grant you a glimpse of sunlight."

Despite only catching half of the speech due to irritation, the mention of sunlight sparked sudden excitement within you. The thought of seeing the sun again made you feel as if a heavy curtain of darkness was slowly being lifted, revealing a world bathed in radiants, unlike the profound chasm of solitude you found yourself.

" Well then, it's time to rest." He said. Wriothesley slapped his hands onto his thighs as support to get up and started to undress. You looked away, thinking about his words. If you wanted to be smart, you would have to play his game and hope to see the sunlight. While the thought of being nice and being the perfect little girlfriend for him made you internally sick, you knew that escaping to the surface was going to be hard on your own. The sound of his trousers hitting the floor snapped you back to reality. He was now only wearing a pair of boxers, exposing the rest of his body with black bandages and scars. He moved to the other side of the bed to settle in with you. You tried to move away but a large hand grabbed your shoulder for you to stay put, while he played down beside you and covered himself up. He slowly used his arms to envelop you in a firm embrace. Your skin touching made you cringe and uncomfortable, but remembering the thought of sunlight instantly made you stop. This was going to be a long procedure, you knew you said you were never going to submit to him, but it was your only chance to get what you wanted, and you needed a strategy to get you out. Patience was all you needed.

"Oh and by the way, he whispered. If you ever do that again, consider the next punishment as less forgiving as this one."

The words that came out were like a haunting melody, stirring within you a primal urge to scream along to his twisted song.

#genshin imagines #genshin #wriothesley #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere wriothesley x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere

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shentheauthor · 4 months ago

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Sick Wyrms (and Vessels)

Long post under the cut

What could possibly get a wyrm sick???

Well there’s a number of things: starvation, lack of sleep, basically most things that can fuck up a human. Wyrms are just VERY durable, so it’s hard to get them that way

There are natural pathogens, of course, but most can’t infect Wyrms. Their immune systems are crazy strong, since they consume countless parasites when they dig. They can fight off pretty much any disease

To truly get sick, Wyrms have to be very young, very old, or naturally weak

The Pale King is the third one lmao

His albinism gives him a lot of health problems, leaving him vulnerable to the few pathogens that CAN get Wyrms sick.

He sure isn’t going to get sick more than once every several decades, but he definitely can get sick

Fevers, delirium, aches, and since he has lungs, sneezing/coughing, are all on the table. So is vomiting, rip

PK will try to hide it as much as possible, shoving down all of his discomfort, or if he can’t, holing up in his study all day for “important business”

He’s the type to pretend everything is fine, even when he’s alone, because he’s a workaholic and he’s overcompensating for his natural weaknesses

Even after centuries away from other Wyrms, he still has this intense fear of being caught off guard by a competitor. He almost died several times when he was wandering, and it left him paranoid

He can be coaxed into resting by his wife, and her alone. She’s strong enough to protect him, even if her main power isn’t combat-related.

Now, what about the Vessels? (Note: my THK is named Vess, so I will be calling them that)

Vessels are an odd case, since many of them are incredibly weak for higher beings, too. It doesn’t help that most of them are already dead

Many vessels get sick easily. The void does a great job of getting rid of pathogens, but that doesn’t mean that chronic illnesses and pain won’t get them

It isn’t uncommon for vessels to spend days bedridden due to the pain and malaise caused by their semi-organic bodies trying to reject the void

Ghost was spared the pains and sickness, but they’re really fragile for a long time. They only gain strength because of items found in game, and eventually ascending to godhood, making them immune to all disease

Vess is not so lucky. They didn’t have chronic pain before, but they sure do now! The radiance fucked them up BAD.

Their immune system is practically nonexistent now, leaving them vulnerable to disease

They get sick a lot after the godhome ending. They’re not okay.

Another one who gets paranoid when they’re sick. If you even SAY the word sickness around them they start shaking, and don’t you dare sneak up on them unless you want your face to be speared by their horns

About Hornet:

Hornet is arguably the luckiest of PK’s children, because she’s pretty good at avoiding diseases

If she takes care of herself, that is

Which she doesn’t

She’s sick a lot too, but she can power through it. Herrah’s genes do a lot to help her immune system, so she can fight off the diseases that get her pretty quickly

She’s like PK, in that she refuses to show any vulnerability. If she’s sick, she gets super paranoid, and won’t even let her siblings touch her

She can actually get a wider range of diseases than most bugs, but her immune system can actually remember the pathogens, so she rarely gets the same bug (ha) twice

#hollow knight #hk hornet #hk the hollow knight #hk the knight #hk ghost #hk pale king #speculative biology #ish?#Shen’s rambles #Shen’s headcanons #long post

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honourablejester · 9 months ago

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Some Nautical Magic Items (D&D 5e)

A random collection of salty artefacts for people to stumble across.

Trinkets

A plain, rusty sword hilt covered in barnacles, that sounds like the sea and whispers of salt and blood when touched.

A battered green glass fishing float, half filled with water, in which odd motes of greenish light bob and float, causing the bauble to emit a watery, green, dim radiance to a distance of 5ft.

A flute carved from whale bone that cannot be played, but sings a mournful whalesong by itself when held.

A 2-inch scrimshawed ivory plaque carved with a large seabird that absorbs any blood spilled upon its surface without staining.

Common Magic Items

SAILOR’S SALVATION (Wonderous Item). This leather waterskin has a chased silver mouthpiece. If filled with seawater, the waterskin converts it to clean, fresh drinking water after 1 minute. This transformation does not work on other liquids.

GRACEGIRDLE’S GUSTY MOTIVATOR (Wonderous Item). The product of gnome wizardry, this marvellous item appears to be a roughly 1ft diameter conch shell, beautifully carved, and mounted on a swivel attached to a pair of metal vices that would allow it to be fastened to the hull of a rowboat. If affixed to the rear of a small rowing vessel, the gusty motivator provides power to the boat equivalent to a sail, allowing the rowboat to move at a speed of 2 miles per hour without all that strenuous rowing nonsense. The boat can also be steered by adjusting the motivator on its swivel.

SAILMAKER’S NEEDLE (Wonderous Item). This heavy sailmaker’s needle, designed for moving through canvas, is enchanted to greatly speed repairs. As an action, the bearer can touch the needle to a piece of damaged cloth or sail and speak a command word, whereupon the needle with fly into the air and beginning repairing the material at a speed of 2ft per minute until it either runs out of material or the command word is spoken again. The needle produces its own thread to do this. It is not advised to use the sailmaker’s needle to repair clothes unless one is satisfied to have them stitched with sail thread.

Uncommon Magic Items

SCINTILLANT NET (Weapon (Net), Requires Attunement). Woven of strange, faintly glowing seaweed, this net does not restrain its target, but rather binds itself to them on a successful hit. The target must make a DC 14 Strength saving throw. On a successful save, the net deals an extra 1d4 poison damage and falls away, returning to your hand. On a failed save, the net binds itself to the target and sinks into their hide for 1 minute. The target may repeat the save at the start of each of their turns, the net falling away and returning to your hand on a success. While bound in this way, the target’s speed is reduced by 10ft, and their form is outlined in bluish-green luminescence, granting advantage to all attacks against them, and rendering them unable to benefit from invisibility.

Rare Magic Items

REACHER (Weapon (Pike), Requires Attunement). This heavy boarding pike has a beautiful bronze finish protecting its iron head, and is carved with images of grasping tentacles along its wooden haft. You gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon. On a successful hit with this weapon against a large or smaller enemy, the wielder can use a bonus action to attempt to pull the enemy forward off their feet with the hook. The enemy must make a Strength saving throw (DC equal to 8 plus your proficiency plus your strength modifier) and is knocked prone on a failed save. In addition, this weapon has 3 charges which replenish every day at dawn. The wielder can expend a charge as a bonus action to teleport to an unoccupied location that they can see within 40ft of them.

#d&d #5e #homebrew #magic items #ocean #nautical magic #magic weapons that aren't swords #boat hooks and boarding pikes are just cool though #and yes that is essentially a magical outboard motor up there #gnome sailors would absolutely come up with one #trinkets #always love trinkets

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mahayanapilgrim · 2 months ago

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The Four Uncommon Samayas of the Great Perfection

by Tsultrim Zangpo

There are four modes of abiding by the samayas as a way to remain within the essence of the wisdom of the Great Perfection. They are as follows:

1. Non-Existence

The self-occurring natural samaya that is the primordially pure essence of awareness beyond all elaboration is the samaya of non-existence because there is nothing within it to be maintained. This samaya in which there is nothing to maintain involves simply remaining within the natural great wisdom of spontaneously present great perfection. There is nothing more to be done; simply remain without ever departing from the suchness in which there are no boundaries between observance and breakage.

2. Evenness

The samaya of evenness is to transcend conditioned phenomena and settle into their actual nature, without entertaining any fixation that might alter it. Simply let the five sense consciousnesses rest within the realization of suchness devoid of any fixation on either outer or inner objects.

3. Spontaneous Presence

The samaya of spontaneous presence is [to remain within] the quality of knowing, the open radiance of suchness, which is essentially non-existent and primordially pure, and in which the profusion of qualities is naturally and spontaneously present, i.e., their presence is not dependent on the practice of the four visions.

4. Oneness

The samaya of oneness is to remain within the singular wisdom, which abides as natural luminosity and cannot be expressed in words. Here, all concepts of establishment and negation, which include ideas and judgements as to what constitute the vows and commitments, whether things are real or not, and arise or cease, and clinging to realization or lack thereof, are all one within singular suchness. Everything is one within the nature that is not seen through looking.

Moreover, to abide within the primordial wisdom of emptiness which is essentially beyond all conceptual elaborations of true existence and subject or object is the samaya of non-existence.

All phenomena of saṃsāra and nirvāṇa are the expression and play of primordial wisdom – they arise individually from the same source. Nothing deviates from the expanse of this awareness and, to recognise that everything is perfect within this single basis is the samaya of oneness.

Primordial awareness abides as a natural evenness, its nature without fluctuation, change, or fragmentation into concepts such as good, bad, happy, sad, hope, doubt, and so on – an all-pervasive evenness. To remain within such vast and spacious openness is the samaya of evenness.

All the phenomena of saṃsāra and nirvāṇa arise individually from awareness, regardless of whether it is realized or not. Awareness itself is the natural ground from which everything positive and negative arises. To remain within this recognition is the samaya of spontaneous presence.

The one named Tsul wrote this by hand from the perspective of a slight movement from the primordial ground.

#buddha #buddhist #buddhism #dharma #sangha #mahayana #zen #milarepa #tibetan buddhism #thich nhat hanh #namo amituofo #amitaba buddha #sukhavati #dewachen #enlightenment spiritualawakening reincarnation tibetan siddhi yoga naga buddha

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hallowsden · 1 year ago

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Devotion

Zevlor x G/N!Tav snippet

Author Notes: All I'm gonna say is this was originally supposed to be only about 500 words only for me to finally get to the part of Act 2 where I managed to save Zevlor and OH BOY- it evolved into 1.2k words. Just- I adore Zevlor. This came out having more angst than I initially thought, though, so... Anyways, hope you all enjoy it! [Not beta read]

He pretends not to see the relief in your eyes when you first go up to him after fighting the Mind Flayers and Intellect Devourers. After all, why would you give him such a look with what he's done? No, that's just all in his imagination. He knows you're aware of his sins. Then again, you always did have a habit of knowing things before anyone else does...

Even without the tadpole that now inhabits his head like you and the other saviors, Zevlor could see through your brave mask. In those mismatched eyes he had grown fond of long before your lot had done the impossible all those months ago, he sees a mirror image of himself.

The festering fear that haunts you and everyone else like the shadows that barely stood by in this damnable land. The neverending guilt that attempts to drown you to the depths of your mind as the blood refuses to wash away from your hands, your head chanting apologies as you think about the what ifs of you have done better.

Zevlor knows that look you wore well. He's seen it in himself every time he caught a glimpse of his reflection, as of an occurrence that was... Not to mention, it reminded him of the others... The younger Hellriders especially tend to wear it more publicly, not yet developing the skills to effectively hide their inner demons yet... So many gone, just like that-...

The exhaustion you practically wore like a second skin, with bags that cling to you with a vengeance, one that came along with you before he had even met you. The exhaustion that weighed your trembling shoulders and buckling knees had it not been the adrenaline that roared through your ears-. Hell, he swears he could see some new scars marking your delicate face, even.

Has it been that long ago since he last saw you? You haven't appeared to have changed much, and yet...

And yet, as he goes on to blink, he senses it immediately as he explains himself to you. What once was the hollow void in your chest when he first met you, the one that mirrored his own so brokenly is now replaced with a bright, burning radiance of celestial strength and blessing, one that pulses to the beat of your heart.

A not so mirror image. But it was still you, nonetheless...

No longer were you a fellow oathbreaker who was ever so lost in the world and of yourself. You had what he once had, an Oath of Devotions that glowed in you but more, filling up your broken cracks like the way the false God had shown him if he just gave them his broken faith and devotion and followed what they said...

It was nothing but a lie, as his people got hunted down and slaughtered. The people he swore to protect... He betrayed them all and failed them once more.

But you're here, giving him a look of understanding... And admittedly, it confused him...

Why do you care for him, he's so tempted to ask. The moment you met him, you practically acted as if you were drawn to him like a Moth to a flame... He doesn't understand it. Why care for an old, decrepit man like him? And why did your eyes shine with familiarity when you two first met?

You saved him. And no doubt you saved the others. He just knows you did. From all that he knows about you, from word of mouth and the times you decided to hang around in his little area back in the Druid's Grove, you'd never let anyone suffer under your watch.

You were always so compassionate. He at first thought it was due to being a fellow Tiefling. Goodness, how the world already hated their kinds existence. It wasn't uncommon for Tieflings to stand up for one another. After all, who would if not themselves in the world they lived in? But no... He's seen how you work. Your heart was far bigger than the body that holds it. It was something he appreciated about you.

You were the person he once was. You were a person he wished to be once more. Brave and strong despite it all. Kind and passionate and protective even to the low lives like him.

He adored you more than he could ever realize up until now.

Maybe that's why he didn't hesitate when he hastily said "I want to help- if you let me" even when his throat burned with dryness and guilt as he spoke. Even when anxiety shot high in his blood, his tail pinned itself between his legs, feeling just how drained his body was.

He knows you have already done so much for him, for his people. But... Maybe he'll find salvation and forgiveness if he goes with you. Find redemption. At the very least, he could repay you with his services, even if it's being a meat shield as he goes to try and help out the others. He'd deserved that if anything...

Death was too good for someone like him. He deserved to be tortured for all his failures... Yet, when his eyes met yours...

... Maybe you were the angel he had prayed to the Gods for from before... Who knows? Not him. Not when he was surprised you even listened to any of his words. Not when you gave him such a gentle look, eyes full of empathy that he didn't deserve, as you asked him to join your party, another blade in the fight to come.

You... Want him by your side?*

And even when he had his doubts, not wanting to be a backstabber twice over, your glowing eyes met his as you said, "I trust you." You had said it with such earnestness, how could he deny you like that?

He could never turn you down, not with those eyes of yours... And distantly, he remembers how the other refugees would tease him upon meeting you back before everything went to shit... Admittedly, they were right. Just as you were drawn to him, he was drawn to you... Maybe that's why he cared for you more than others...

"... On the condition that if I ever freeze like that again, do not hesitate to strike me down. Better me gone than being a traitor once more." That was his only condition. And he sees you nodding, ignoring the slight hesitation you had at first.

He couldn't bear the idea of hurting you.

"Let's get you checked up and rested first, yeah? You've already been through a lot. And I need to go check for others trapped... Just follow me closely, alright?"

You care so much... He didn't deserve it.

Oh, how he didn't deserve you, but obediently, he followed you with his hand clasped in yours. For you, he'll give you his devotion and faith. His everything, even. After all, you never broke his trust. You never broke his faith. If anything, you gave him what he had lost for so long. Hope.

You have given hope to him just as you gave hope to others. Maybe that's what caused you to stand out from even your group.

You deserve the world with all the good you've done. Of how you saved his people. Of how you saved him. For that, he is grateful, and he'll make sure, as long as he sides with you, he'll help with any endeavors and goals you put your mind to, knowing it would always align with that good nature you carry in your heart. To the end, he will follow.

'So he swears, so mote it be.'

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dndtreasury · 2 years ago

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Sunsplitter

#loot tavern #sunsplitter #magic weapons #uncommon #spear #spears #staff #staffs #staves #rod #rods #ranged #projectiles #light #radiant #radiance #solar #sun #nature #cosmic #divine

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glitteringchaosau · 5 months ago

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Here’s info on the Celestial Hierarchy

The rulers over the Celestials. They possess the ability to radiate light and heat from their bodies which makes it possible for life to form on planets for archiving life forms. The Solaris possess healing properties that heals both celestials and life forms. Their energy can recharge other celestial’s energy, which they need to survive or they fade away into dust.

Without them, there’s no life at all.

Characteristics:

Solar markings on their bodies

Solaris come in colors of pink, orange, yellow, white and beige. Red, green, purple and blue are rarities in Solaris.

Pink, peach, white, red or orange hair.

Has a hale as a pupils in their eyes

Sparkling tiny white star-like spots all over the body, which is uncommon.

Known Powers:

Solar Manipulation

Iriskinesis

Plant growth promotion

Luminosity

Durability

Gravity Manipulation

Solar Flare Generation

Heat Generation

Solar Healing

UV Manipulation

Color Manipulation

Electricity Generation

Cosmic Fire Manipulation

Cosmic Earth Manipulation

Geomagnetic storms

Photokinesis

Levitation

Nova Manipulation

Star Creation and Destruction

Star Fall

Solarkinetic Constructs

Supernova Inducement

Cosmic Energy Manipulation

Day Manipulation

Known Rare Power(s):

? Know Roles / Jobs:

Monarch

Magic

Constellation Head / Brightest Star

Conciliator

Legislator

Conservator

Healer

Judge

Head Botanist

Gardener

Overseer

Florist

Horticulturist

Head Arborist

Greenhouse Manager

Green Space Manager

Botanical Garden Director

Chiropractor

Landscape Architect

Head Cataloger

Head Biologist

Therapist (of any kind)

Pediatrician

Advisors

Strategist

Welder

House Parent

“Solaris, rulers of the celestial throne, their radiance ignites life, on planets yet unknown. Other celestials rely, on Solaris' shining might, to survive and thrive, in the celestial light. Without their radiant beams, all life would fade away, leaving only dust and darkness, to mark the end of days.”

The law enforcement and law makers.

Unlike other celestials, Eclipses born from the union of a Solaris and Lunaris. Due to inheriting both of their parent’s abilities and magic, Eclipses have undescribable powerful. As a result of their impressive capabilities, Eclipses have been granted a special rank within the celestial hierarchy as law enforcement, presiding over trials and judgement.

There’s are two variations of Eclipses; Solar Eclipse and Lunar Eclipse. The birth of an Eclipse variation is determined by the parentage of the celestial giving birth. If a Lunaris gives birth, a Lunar Eclipse is born, and if a Solaris gives birth, a Solar Eclipse is born.

Characteristics:

Solar, Lunar and Stellar markings on their bodies.

Lunar Eclipses’s Pupil and Iris are shaped as one of the phases of the moon. At rare occasions some Lunar Eclipses have a normal pupil with the iris lunar shaped.

Solar Eclipse’s have a hale around their pupils in their eyes.

Sparkling tiny white star-like spots all over the body, which is a rarity.

Dark skin pigmentation

Known Powers:

Levitation

Magic

Gravity Manipulation

Blindness Inducement

Eclipse Empowerment

Eclipse Inducement

Day and Night Manipulation

Twilight Manipulation

Durability

Creation Magic

Supernatural strength

Darkness Manipulation

Shape-shifting

Luminosity

Light Manipulation

Electricity Generation

Photokinesis

Transmogrification

Teleportation

Star Meteorites

Star Fall

Energy blasts

Sizeshifting

Quick Perception

Reality Warping

Exclusive To Solar Eclipses

Solar Manipulation

Plant Growth

Solarkinetic Constructs

Cosmic Fire Manipulation

Solar Flare Generation

Solarkinetic Constructs

Heat Generation

Exclusive To Lunar Eclipses

Lunar Manipulation

Cosmic Water Manipulation

Lunar Constructs

Clairvoyance

Reflection Manipulation

Lunar Dust Manipulation

Mental Manipulation

Known Rare Power(s):

Color Manipulation

Geomagnetic storms

Roles / Jobs:

Warden

Constellation Head / Brightest Star

Overseer

Jurist

Counselor

Legislator

Curator

Commander

Assessor

Advisor

Head Cataloger

Head Biologist

Inspector (of any kind)

Lawyer

Mediator

Attorney

Court Reporter

Caseworkers

Paralegal Or Legal Assistant

Diplomat

Strategist

House Parent

Conservation Officer

“Eclipses, a marvel, of celestial design, a testament to the union, of solar and lunar divine. Inheriting powers, both light and dark, they stand, unmatched in with abilities so grand.”

Constellations, the equivalent of Royal courts, are ruled by an Eclipse or a Solaris. Celestials see being a part in Constellation as a honor and a privilege. In large Constellations, as many thousands of Celestials constituted the Constellation. These Constellations members usually include an Eclipse’s or a Solaris’s family, guards, Archivists, Curator, Overseer, Assessor, Head Cataloger, Head Biologist, Chronicler, Minders, performers, etc.

“ A privilege, celestials hold dear, to be a part of this celestial atmosphere. For in the constellation's embrace, they find their place, And in its grandeur, their own light doth entwine and grace.”

The scholars and researchers of the celestials.

Lunaris’s role is to observe, collect and preserve life forms from planets to archive them.

However, If they encounter resistance during their collecting, they have a known policy to, "clean the planet and scorch the air".

Characteristics:

Lunar and Stellar markings

Lunaris come in colors manly of Blue, yellow and white. Purple, green and orange are rarities in Lunaris.

Blues eyes are rare and are believed to be an omen of greatness.

Narrow pupils

Upward-pointing noses

Known Powers:

Lunar Manipulation

Moon Fall

Levitation

Lunar Constructs

Magic

Nigh-omnipotence

Teleportation

Star Meteorites

Mental Manipulation

Transmogrification

Shape-shifting

Creation Magic

Darkness Manipulation

Supernatural strength

Durability

Matter manipulation

Energy blasts

Reality warping

Teleportation

Clairvoyance

Sizeshifting

Star Manipulation

Gravity Manipulation

Quick perception

Reflection Manipulation

Night Manipulation

Known Rare Power(s):

Cosmic Water Manipulation

Lunar Dust Manipulation

Roles / Jobs:

Archivist

Collector

Observer

Biographist

Botanist

Arborist

Chronicler

Researcher

Scholar

Preserver

Cataloger

Records Administrator

Ontologist

House Parent

“They watch and wait, as civilizations rise, and fate does slate, their goal to collect, to seal and to keep, a specimen of each, in eternal sleep. But woe to those who dare resist, their policy clear, with no room to desist,"Cleansing" the planet, with fiery might, leaving naught but ash, and a desolate sight.”

Nebulas are shapeshifters who are esteemed guardians and soldiers, that are entrusted with the duty of protecting archives, assigned celestials, sacred sites and of uphold the law.

Characteristics:

Sparkling hair, with constellation patterns

Floating disembodied limbs that can merge or detach at will

Hair that moves of its own accord

Nebulas come in a variety of colors.

When they transforming, they shimmer like stardust

Known Powers:

Magic

Levitation

Stardust Manipulation

Cosmic Energy Manipulation

Cosmic Storm Manipulation

Ionic Manipulation

Matter State Manipulation

Nebula Mimicry

Shape-shifting

Sizeshifting

Elasticity

Photokinesis

Mode Switching

Object Morphing

Scattering / Reforming

Strength

Known Rare Power(s)

Voice Manipulation

Roles / Jobs:

Keeper

Guardian

Soldier

Bodyguard

Night Watchman

Foster Care Provider

Child Protective Services Worker

Court Appointed Special Advocate

Youth Counselor

Safety Officer

Asset Protection Officer

House Parent

Building Monitor

Housekeeper

Access Control Officer

Groundskeeper

Maintenance Supervisor

Security Coordinator

Gallery Attendant

"Protectors of the celestial way, upholding law, night and day. Changing forms, to suit their fight, from swirling storms, to shimmering light. With archives ancient, and secrets untold, they safeguard knowledge, worth more than gold."

The performers and entertainers of the celestials.

These celestial performers have honed their craft to perfection, wielding their powers with unmatched precision and artistry. Their performances are a must see in person. They’re popular to have in constellations and performed for the members.

Characteristics:

Stellar markings on their bodies

Stellaris come in a variety of colors, but most commonly yellow.

Has star shaped pupils in their eyes.

Pointy noses

Small stature

Known Powers:

Magic

Levitation

Stellar Manipulation

Fireworks Generation

Plasma Energy Manipulation

Star Creation and Destruction

Stellar Constructs

Manipulate Stellar Energy

Astrokinetic / Star Flight

Stellar-Immunity

Stellar Solidification

Stellification

Stardust Manipulation

Cosmic Wind Manipulation

Known Rare Power(s):

Roles / Jobs:

Singer

Bard

Musician

Voice Actor / Actress

Choir member

Actor / Actress

Dancer

Backup Vocalist

Emcee

Minstrel

Jester

Model

Monologist

Stunt Performer

Cheerleaders

“Their eyes, sparkling with delight, As they dance, sing, and weave, a celestial spectacle so bright. Their stages, the galaxies, their audience, the universe wide, Their performances, a symphony, that echoes with pride.”

The working class of the celestials.

Meteors and Comets are the workforce tirelessly working behind the scenes. They’re responsible for maintenance, repairs, and construction of structures. They’ve perfected their skills in navigating the vast expansion of space to scouting out planets and traveling with Solaris.

Comets Characteristics:

Glowing ethereal or pale skin

Long, flowing hair resembling cometary tails

The Pupil ome in different shapes

Endomorphic Build

Stellar markings

Meteors Characteristics:

Stellar Markings

Athletic Build

Orange, Yellow and Red Hair

Blazing eyes

Hair Resembling Flames

Known Powers:

Magic

Levitation

Self-Stellar Manipulation

Stardust Manipulation

Cosmic-Earth Manipulation

Meteor Summoning

Exclusive To Meteors

Cosmic Fire Manipulation

Solar Flare Generation

Heat Generation

Meteor Manipulation

Space Rock Mimicry

Exclusive To Comets

Ice Manipulation

Comet Manipulation

Gravity Manipulation

Planetshine (Planetary Illumination)

Know Roles / Jobs:

Laborer

Maintenance Workers

Construction Crew

Delivery Personnel

Transporters

Meteorite Miners

Planetary Cleanup Crew

Analysts

Engineers

Architects

Event Planners

Party Coordinators

Festival Organizers

Celebration Hosts

Entertainment Coordinators

Decorators

Gift Givers

Welder

Custodian

Safety Manager

Mason

Tinker

Handyman

Scout

"Meteors and Comets, a workforce unseen, tirelessly toiling serene behind the scenes. With skills honed, they navigate the vast, scouting planets, of knowledge to amass. Comets' glow, lighting the way to seize, Meteors' fiery trails, blazing a path to release."

Everyone Else:

Life forms

Outcasts

Nulls

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