#a perfect storm of having energy and confidence at the same time

[romanoffsbish]

So Kiss Me

Natasha Romanoff x R

Natasha was a perfectionist, something that normally benefited her, but when it comes to dating she is a bit lost. In her time as a spy and single woman she’d shared her fair share of kisses, but with you she’d yet to find the perfect moment… | WC: 1,521

"Pull over!" Natasha looked at you incredulously, it was pouring down rain and you were on a highway, driving away from her failed attempt at a picnic date.

Just before she denied you she let her gaze linger on your face, you looked so enthralled by the storm; wordlessly she pulled off onto the side of the road, her red emergency lights flashing in the dead of night.

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If you were anyone else she'd have kept on driving, but you weren't. You were Y/N, the beautiful person who turned her world upside down just by existing. Gravity was lost on her planet though, so the vibe was wavy. All Natasha wanted was to make you happy so she stood beneath the dim light of the moon observing you. Not caring if it was cold and wet, because you were smiling.

After she helped you climb over a white fence and into a field you released her hand and began to twirl around  the wet, open grassy area in a fit of infectious giggles.

You were perfect. This entire moment was, honestly.

Natasha wanted to dance with you, but she was lost in her depraved thoughts, of your lips pressing into hers.

It was too soon, right? Two months and four dates, alongside many a lazy night in at the compound, and she had yet to make the daring move. Was she scared?

No, she told herself she was just being cautious. If you move too fast then things are more likely to crumble to the ground and that was the last thing she wanted. In this moment though, where you are genuinely joyful she questions what even constitutes the perfect timing.

Natasha dreamed it could've been today, you'd have just finished eating: a pb and j for herself and a bit of snacking for yourself, a strawberry here, some cheese and cracker there, a brownie made by Wanda, always.

The thought made Natasha smile, she could only imagine the mess you'd leave behind on your face in your rush to gobble the treat down. Her heart would skip and she'd scoot closer to you with the excuse of needing to wipe your face clean. She'd tease the idea of trying a brownie herself, then she'd lean even closer.

You'd look at her lips, a jolt of electrified energy would surround you as your eyes met again. The desperation muddled into your sweet y/e/c eyes would compliment her desire. Natasha would gulp down her fear, masking it with a channeled confidence and kiss you firmly.

Soft and slow as her tongue swiped your lips, in a perfect world she would have you in her lap. It would be a gradual shift, and just as your thighs touched hers she'd squeeze your hips and slide her tongue into you.

Tasting the brownie, catching hints of a dark caramel, not caring for the way that it covers your natural taste. Yet she would be compelled to stay where she was, unable to separate herself from your affection until she felt your body tremble from the oxygen deprivation. As she'd pull away she'd hotly whisper, delicious—the brownies review; commentary laced with innuendo.

Natasha would observe you fondly, the moment you stop feeling a need to gulp down air you'll meet her gaze and your lips will tiredly upturn. The redhead would grin just the same as she lifted water to your lips. The both of you'd sip some down, silently regarding one another before the inevitable embrace.

You'd likely still have been there now, laid out on the blanket beneath her with your tongues entwined. A beautiful encapsulation of your heart's connection.

It would've been perfect...

Natasha caught you staring up at her, heart racing in her chest and she smiled, realizing it still could be.

"Fuck it," the redhead whispered under her breath. In two long strides she was stood right before you, leaving enough space for you to move away, but you moved right into her open arms with a radiant smile. The rain had soaked through the both of your clothes but you were warm and so content in her offered embrace.

Wonder; the look in your eyes, bright and refreshing as you stared up at your lover. Natasha's eyes were a bit murky, a silly fight going on in her stubborn mind.

"You're so pretty Natty," you giggled, a finger raised up to boop her flushed nose, "my beautiful Natasha."

The storm in her mind faded instantaneously.

Natasha was uncharacteristically nervous, even though it was near pitch black you could still see her face flushing under the bright stars. The redness on her nose from the cold trailed a bright stripe across her cheeks and you'd never seen her look more beautiful.

You sighed gently, "What's on your mind honey?" Natasha leaned more into your touch as your thumbs mindlessly stroked over her cheeks, comforting her. A stuttered breath left her lips, "C-can I kiss you detka?"

You grinned, heart racing incredibly fast as you pulled her face close enough that she could feel as you nod. A nudge to your nose and then her lips were on yours. It was like the atmosphere had thinned around you but it didn't matter, your urge to breathe was nonexistent.

If Natasha was a succubus you'd willingly submit, it was never a question you had but now it was answered. The taste of her blood should've alarmed you, but all it did was make you press your soft lips further into hers.

It was like you were trying to love her back together, kiss her until all her broken pieces fit as one again. A warmth spread through her chest and radiated off the brief smile you felt against your lips. Strong arms then wrapped around your waist until her hands could grip your hips and lift you off the ground. A continuation of the expression of her unbridled joy as she spun you.

Your legs dangled and clacked together momentarily until you followed your reflex to wrap them around her, pulling her front flush to yours; it felt natural, to finally be this close to your true love, bodies entwined.

There was no place else either of you'd like to be, even if the field was another's territory it felt like you two belonged here. At least for the time being as your relationship reached new heights; a melodic moan left you as her tongue sensually swirled around yours, her grip on your hips tightened and you both realized just how heated the moment was with your back to a tree.

Natasha's arms loosened, resting on the sides of your body now as she lowered your feet to the ground. Your head tipped back, hanging off to the side of the tree trunk, your eyes full of happiness gazed up at her.

A playful sigh left you when you saw her eyes dart to your glimmering lips. "Took you long enough, Natty."

Natasha gasped in offense, "What ever do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong," you coo'd, hands going back up to cup her cold, wet cheeks, "This was perfect, but I just had anticipated it would happen far sooner."

"Oh," she squeaked, almost embarrassed but she steeled herself. "Mind telling me when sweetheart?"

Natasha chuckled when you shivered, a mental note made to remember how easily you react to her teasing.

"I was ready after our first date," you admitted with a dreamy sigh to follow, "It was a perfect night to me."

The redhead nods, remembering the moment too.

It was the most awkward night of her life but you only seemed to find her timid exploration of the situation endearing. When she grabbed onto your hand while in line for the massive rollercoaster you gently smiled, refusing to acknowledge the sweat coating her palms.

You wished she'd kissed you then. When she tried the cotton candy for the first time you wanted to kiss her. Seeing the glint of childish amusement in her eyes as the sugar melted on her tongue made you sentimental.

At the top of the ferris wheel, when she risked putting her arm around your shoulders you'd expected it then. Yet still, she missed the opportunity to lean in, just like she did that night when she left you at your own room.

"I thought you maybe weren't feeling me," you admitted with a regretful tone, "but then you asked me for a second date; I realized you were taking it slow."

"Wow," Natasha acknowledged, "I am an idiot."

You giggled, "It's okay Natty, truly, I appreciate the consideration you gave to our relationship so much."

"I just want this to work Y/N," she pleaded, "I need us to be endgame. Nobody else could make me happy."

"You wanna be my endgame?" Natasha nodded, and held your tilted face in her hand, then she instinctively leaned in for a kiss, stopping only briefly to whisper, "More than anything," against your parted lips.

"I want that too, Natasha." The moment was perfect.

Every single minute spent with you always was....

[jjkamochoso]

Feel the Rain on Your Skin

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Feitan shares his umbrella—and sweet sentiments—with you!

Warnings: mentions of death; a bit macabre but more along gothic vibes

You heard the steady drip of rainfall pound against the roof, your stomach churning with excitement. Gloomy days held a special place in your heart and you couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity to submit yourself to the storm brewing outdoors. You hastily shoved on your boots, foregoing a jacket so you didn’t waste time as you raced outside. The Phantom Troupe had taken up residence in an old abandoned house for the time being and it was by far your favorite place you’ve ever stayed at; having your own room was a luxury you dreaded giving up when you eventually had to move. Your favorite part of the house, though, wasn’t even inside. It was the sprawling backyard, with its towering, gnarled trees, luscious grass, and quiet cemetery holding the tombstones of the previous owners and their family members, that made this place so special. The wet atmosphere assaulted all of your senses in an instant and you couldn’t have been happier. You spun around, throwing your head back in delight as heavy droplets made contact with your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. You made your way to the cemetery after you got your energy out, wanting to enjoy the rest of the rain in a calmer fashion. It was peaceful out there, no doubt about it. There was no one for miles and you relished in the silence as you sank down, the cool tombstone slick underneath you. You admired the gray clouds overhead, behemoths in the sky, until you couldn’t stand the rain hitting your eyes anymore. You quickly closed them and sighed, content in your own serenity. It felt pleasant having the rain soak your hair, face, and clothes; it made you feel alive (ironic as you were sitting among the dead). More rain kept pelting down on you.

Until all of a sudden, it didn’t.

You frowned, your eyes still shut. Did it stop raining? Your eyelids fluttered open and you were met with the sight of your fellow Troupe member Feitan—

And his arm holding his umbrella over you.

“You going to get sick out here,” he said from behind his cowl. “You want to join them?”

He gestured to the graves scattered around you, trembling lightly. It was then you registered just how freezing you were, starting to shiver.

“No. But do you want to join me for a little bit longer?”

You gave him a hopeful smile, your teeth chattering. Gray eyes, the same color as the clouds above, rolled at you but he took a seat next to you anyway, still holding up the umbrella. You knew he wasn’t big on physical touch but the warmth you were getting from his closeness was so addicting that you couldn’t help yourself, leaning into him more than necessary. You waited to hear a scoff or any sign of disgust, but it never came. In fact, you could’ve sworn that he nuzzled into your side further. You sat in silence for a long time, neither of you wanting to interrupt the moment you were sharing, even if you should’ve gone inside many minutes ago. The pitter patter of the rain landing on the umbrella over you was almost trance-like, lulling you into a state of deep relaxation that you had never experienced before.

“It… nice here.”

Feitan, surprisingly, broke the quiet between you first.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “Machi did a great job finding us this place. I wanna stay here for the rest of my life.”

“I mean out here,” he said, looking off into the distance, “with you. It…”

He stopped, trying to find the right word. He spoke out a few phrases in his native tongue, shocking for you a second time in such a short span since he rarely graced you with the chance at hearing it. He always sounded so confident in his first language and you wished that someday you could learn a few words and make him feel less alone.

“It calm,” he finally said, before turning to look at you. “It beautiful.”

Any sense of chill within your bones was immediately extinguished by the burning love flowing through your body for the raven haired man next to you.

You gazed upon him, adoration and sincerity oozing from your irises.

“It truly is,” you whispered, your soft voice competing against the earthly elements raging around you but Feitan heard you loud and clear. He was grateful for the cowl that was hiding the bright red blush on his pale cheeks, opting to focus his attention on the grass as he picked at the long blades with his unoccupied hand. After another several minutes, you stretched out your legs and began standing up. Feitan did the same, moving quick enough to where you didn’t have a millisecond without the umbrella hovering over you.

✨IF YOU’RE OVER LIKE 5’5/1.67 METERS✨:

“I can hold the umbrella so you don’t have to be on your tiptoes,” you told Feitan as you stood, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

“Tch. Can I trust you no shoot it?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow at you. “We already have dinner. No need for dead birds.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I know what button to not push. I pay attention.”

He relented, holding out the handle for you to grasp.

✨IF YOU’RE UNDER 5’5/1.67 METERS✨:

Feitan still holds the umbrella for you😚

✨BACK TO THE STORY FOR EVERYONE✨:

Before heading back inside, you looked down at the grave you were sitting on. The inscription mentioned the name of a woman who lived there over a hundred years ago, making you gasp slightly.

“That’s amazing that she gets to stay here for good,” you murmured. Feitan glanced down at his own temporary seat, reading the name of a man who also lived there at the same time as the woman. You two had just noticed that the graves were right next to each other, stones practically touching. The pair were married!

“They died on the same day,” you observed.

“Broken hearts,” he said plainly.

“Oh? You’re a romantic, I take it?”

He didn’t say anything but rolled his eyes in exasperation, making you giggle.

“I think it’s sweet to have someone follow you into death like that. That’s true love in my eyes.”

You fell into another comfortable silence, the only sound being the rustling of branches as the wind blew through the leaves.

“Feitan?” you finally said.

He didn’t reply but turned to you, giving his full attention once more and the intensity of his stare made your heart flutter again.

“Thanks. For being out here with me.”

He blinked at you slowly before finally replying. “Of course. I go where you go. Always. Forever.”

“Even to the grave?” you asked sanguinely.

He nodded solemnly. “And in whatever lies beyond death. We together.”

[bejeweledblondie]

hey! I have a request- I wonder what you think would be the type of girl 141 + konig + graves + any others would go for, thanks!!

Ooooo I legit have this one in my drafts! So buckle up! (Since these men take their careers very seriously I don’t think they’d actually peruse a relationship with a colleague due to professionalism,) I also apologize for not immediately posting this my husband rescued a small kitten from our storm drain & we’re getting her acclimated to our home

•Simon “Ghost” Riley- I feel like he’d lean into a very feminine type of woman, solely due to being around men constantly & his upbringing. So to him being with a woman who leans into very feminine roles would be something that I think he’d find incredibly attractive. Like dresses, makeup, very fashionable, loves to cook, etc.

• Captain John Price- I feel like he’d lean more into a old soul at heart type of woman. A woman who doesn’t settle for anything less & is also incredibly elegant at the same time. To me he’s an old soul himself so it’s very fitting he’d go for a woman who’s an old soul herself. You love to watch old movies, cross words puzzles, actual puzzles, etc.

• Johnny “Soap” MacTavish- I feel like his ideal woman is a full on extrovert that’s incredibly athletic. He needs someone to match his personality & energy at all times. Someone who is adventurous & has a incredible sense of humor. You can easily drink him under the table & love football.

• Gaz- I think his ideal woman is headstrong & intelligent. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, even Gaz when he’s being a “man.” She has a lot of empathy (I believe Gaz does too especially with his reactions to seeing the aftermath of terror attacks) & that can be a downfall for her sometimes. Luckily the both of them use their empathy to their advantage. Y’all love walking the dogs in your local animal shelter, & even foster animals

• Alex Keller- I feel like he’d go a woman who’s bookish, but not afraid to get her hands dirty. Her intelligence can get the best of her. But she can overthink situations & Alex has to reassure her sometimes that’s she’s making the right decision. Overall she’s a big sweetheart & does lean more into her feminine side. I’d say you love to read, paint, have a veggie garden, & love to go on hikes

• Keegan P. Russ- you’re far more extroverted than he is. You’re constantly helping him break out of his shell a bit. He’s can be so serious sometimes that he’d find your fearless attitude refreshing but also stressful. You’d give him a heart attack whenever you do something semi dangerous, like bring in a stray possum because it was cute

Extras✨

König- He’s going for a woman who’s patient & empathetic right off the bat. No joke like a kindergarten teacher imo would be perfect. Someone who can listen to him, take care of him, but also provide space when needed. I feel like y’all would enjoy reading books together, he’s very intelligent & book reading is a great way to bond over something but if needed he can always read by himself or with you.

Sobiesław- he’s going for a Slavic woman, a woman who’s traditional but has a little sass. You definitely lean into your more feminine side & be incredibly fashionable. I also feel like he’d into joining you on your shopping trips because you have a good idea for what looks good on him.

Phillip Graves- the All American type of girl, picture Cindy Crawford in that Pepsi Super Bowl commercial. Outgoing, kind, you’d have to be patriotic (RAH 🦅) to some extent obviously, & confident. You’d be his biggest cheerleader & provide the best support system for him in his career.

[rmoonstoner]

Just A Taste

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Pairing:

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x fem!Sorceress!reader

Warnings:

18+, monster fucker smut, oral(female receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, biting, scratching, sex pollen(it's Peter's venom), size kink(peen is massive), mild rope kink, sex with a man spider, come eating, cum dumpster, a bit of ass play, over stimulation, sweet and rough monster boi

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Summary:

You are Doctor Strange's and Christine's daughter. Your mother died a long time ago, and your father now runs the Sorcerer's Guild and is the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth 591D3R. You are your father's apprentice and live in the New York Sanctum. One night, a break in the Sanctum causes you to make friends with an unlikely creature.

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One night, your father had asked you to watch over the Sanctum while he attended a meeting with the other Masters. It was concerning a rebuild of the Kamar-Taj after Wanda came through like a hell storm. You didn't want to go there anyways, because it wouldn't matter what opinion you had, everyone would ignore you and ask the doctor for advice. It didn't matter that he would give the same answer, only for them to be delighted about it and pretend you never said anything in the first place.

Lucky for you, Stephen had noticed, and that was another reason you weren't accompanying him this time. He was going to bring up the elephant in the room, and question the others as to why they treated you like a child. You were twenty two years old, and had been practicing magic since you were three.

He was confident that you could replace him soon, mostly so he could retire and go live with his girlfriend on Mars. You wanted that for him, more than the title of Sorcerer Supreme. She made your father happier than you'd ever seen him, aside from the times you would make him proud with your ever growing abilities in the Mystic Arts. He was nearly fifty years old now, and he'd been a grumpy old wizard for most of your life until he met the beautiful plant lady, who also happened to be a mutant.

That opened your eyes to the possibilities that were out there. You didn't have to limit yourself to your own kind, and your dad wouldn't care who you chose, so long as they made you happy and treated you right. You had your fair share of flings the past two years, and none of them seemed right for you.

There was always something lacking in the people you went on dates with. At first the potential partners were boring normal people. That was fine, but you found that their physical appearances, no matter how socially attractive they were, didn't really get you going. The sex was just as boring and unsatisfactory as the dates were.

And it didn't help things any that almost all of your dates were absolutely trying to brown nose their way into talking to your father. They treated you like some dumb little girl, and that pissed you off so much. Didn't they know that you were your father's daughter? Didn't they know that you inherited all his will and strive for greatness? Did they forget your memory was just as perfect as your father's, and you could be as petty as the great Doctor Strange?

No. They never did. And they never saw it coming when you started to ghost these people and ignore them. The last date you went on, was with some guy named Harry Osborne, the son of a rich business owner. The guy was a self-centered douche, and he spent the entire night talking about how he could make a lot more tech, if he could just get his hands on a magical energy generator. That the last one he had, didn't work the way he needed, so he 'disposed' of it like it was trash

He wasn't subtle about you being the generator, either. He acted like it would be such an honor for you to basically be his battery to power his laboratory. By the time the wine hit the table, you had gotten up and declared that you were not interested in being a glorified Barbie battery, and you left through a portal right there in the dining hall of the most prestigious restaurant that New York had.

That had been two weeks ago, and since then, tabloids went through the local and international news about how the Sorcerer Supreme's daughter had bravely turned down a corporate tyrant. Some painted you as the bad guy while most of the others printed that he was a jerk that tried barking up the wrong tree.

Either way, when your father read about it, he ended up making an appearance in his classic and terrifying smoke and brimstone way at Oscorp. He raised a big stink about how Norman's son was an idiot and to stay away from you and his end of the city or else. Poor Norman was confused, because he hadn't been in town for the past two months.

More tabloids went out the following day and claimed that Harry had been demoted. That made you so delighted to hear.

But tonight all you wanted was to watch a good movie and eat absolutely all the snacks that your dad left out for you as a thank you for doing his job for the night. It would be easy, barely an inconvenience, as he had the automated magical security system going, which would alert you to any unauthorized intruders.

The movie in question was a cheesy romance story with subtle horror elements. It was a woman moving to a cabin in the woods, trying to live the simple life. After being there for a few weeks, she started receiving gifts at her doorstep, which was eerie and unnerving, because she lived in the middle of nowhere. Over time, she caught glimpses of a beastly looking creature that would never be there at a second glance.

It ended up being some sort of large man that had multiple arms and multiple eyes like an insect or a spider.

The story went on to the woman catching him in the act of leaving a basket of berries at her door. When she opened the door for him, he jumped back and stared at her, scared and observant. She invited him into her home, and that's when the spicy parts began.

You fanned yourself as you watched the oddly best acted part of the movie. You knew the actors weren't actually having sex, but it was thrilling all the same. Thrilling enough to consider sticking you hand into your pants and enjoying the film's ridiculously long sex scene.

Let's face it, you totally did. When it got nice and good you felt relaxed and really going with the flow, until…

CRASH

You heard a shattering of glass and a loud thud. You jumped and used your magic to pause the television as you turned in the direction of the noise and froze.

You heard the sounds of shuffling, then glass being swept up, and an odd animalistic grumbling. You quickly scooted over to the doorway and peaked out into the hall, seeing a light on in the sitting room your dad used to entertain his guests that weren't heros and just regular everyday people.

Why didn't the alarms go off? Only unauthorized people would trip the sensors, so it had to be someone that was allowed access to the sanctum. Someone your father or you knew.

You got closer and looked into the room, seeing a single old lamp on in the corner, a shadow in the center of the room, sweeping the floor with three brooms. Where did it even find three brooms? Either way, you quickly loaded a couple of spells up into your hands, preparing for an attack if needed.

"Um, hello? Who are you, and why are you in my Sanctum?" You boldly asked as you stepped into the room, hands clearly holding a crackle of blue light in one hand, a conjured shield in the other.

The thing turned around and looked at you as it made a weird chittering noise and motioned to the glass on the floor like it was obvious as to what it was doing. You didn't get any threatening vibes as it went right back to trying, and failing, to clean up its mess from the broken window. You took pity on the poor creature and cancelled your spells out, going to cast a spell to fix the glass and clean up the mess instead. After, you flicked on another lamp to give a little more light.

The creature finally turned around and sighed, giving you a full view of how relieved it was. You saw that it was a man, possibly human, but he was off.

He looked like the creature in the movie you had just been watching, but even more attractive. This one had a beautiful mop of brown hair on his head, and his eight eyes were all twinkling in the light as he stared at you.

"You're… You're not doctor…" He grunted harshly, his mouth opening in the same manner a spider's would if it could talk. You stared at his teeth, the fangs specifically, seeing that he was drooling ever so slightly.

"No. I am not my father." You replied and told him your name. He looked confused.

"Who are you?" You asked, and he slurred a bit to clear the drool from his mouth as he wiped it with one of the backs of his six hands.

"Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man? But dad said you disappeared last summer."

"Oscorp. They did this. To me." He seemed to have troubles speaking. From what you remembered of the stories your father had told you, Spider-Man was a great hero, and he had suddenly vanished last summer and didn't come back. He was thought to be dead.

And Oscorp? Oh God that made you so mad, especially after the Harry incident.

"I should have known… Was it Harry? Did he do this to you?"

The man nodded and groaned as he crouched onto the ground and stretched like a cat, then he sat there staring up at you.

"My dad said you are a scientist. He wouldn't tell me your name, but after that horrible date I had with Harry, his ramblings, and seeing you, I can confidently say that you're Peter Parker." You said softly and he looked surprised.

"How you know?"

"Peter Parker went missing around the same time. Harry talked about you at great length and he mentioned he hates spiders." You replied and he huffed and stood back up, only to sniff the air a few times.

"So, yes, you're Peter Parker? Please answer me." You asked and he looked up at you, his eyes all blinking at once.

"Yes. Also monster. Horrible. Gross." He whined and looked down, his nose still sniffing as he moved along the carpet on all eight limbs towards you. He'd stop occasionally and look around, then keep scuttling until he was at your feet. He sat on his heels and looked up at you, head tilted to the side.

"No. You're not a horrible and gross monster. You're a man with a condition. A hero that needs help." You gently reached out and placed your hand in front of his face to see what he would do.

He leaned forward and sniffed it, and his eyes suddenly closed and he sighed. Peter leaned forward and rubbed his face against your hand, his tongue coming out to lick at your skin. You blushed at how he ran the thick muscle all over your fingers suggestively, and then sucked them into his mouth.

"O-ohhh…" You breathed as you remembered it was that hand that you had used to pleasure yourself during the movie. The thought alone had suddenly made you wetter than you had been during the film, and Peter had instantly noticed.

"Taste and smell good." He rumbled as his hands came up, all six of them, each one reaching for you. Two hands grabbed at your waist, another two grabbed your hands, and the final set grabbed your ankles.

In a swift movement he had you on your back on the floor, legs and arms spread out as he crawled over you, his eyes looking down at your form in your pajamas.

"Smell good." He groaned as he leaned down closer, his mouth just inches away from your neck. You felt a bit of lukewarm spit fall onto your skin, making you twitch and squirm.

"Smell so good." Peter said as he nuzzled your neck and began to inhale your scent.

"P-peter…" You breathed his name when his hands fumbled with your shirt and he brought two hands to your breasts and pawed at them.

"Soft." He said as his tongue came out to lick along your neck, his fangs grazing you gently.

"Warm. Very warm." He growled into your ear. You shuddered as he lifted your hips to his and he ground into you, soaking your panties and sweatpants through.

"Want taste. Taste good." Peter cooed while he started tearing your shirt and pants off of your body with ease. You shook in the cold night air as he stripped you bare and looked down at his handiwork.

"Pretty." Peter hummed gently, his mouth going to cover the juncture of your shoulder and neck. You could feel his fangs sink into your flesh painlessly, and as they went in, you could feel him secreting something into your bloodstream as well.

Oh fuck. This was how you were gonna die. Being eaten by your dad's friend, now turned into a man spider beast.

But why was it so hot? Why weren't you feeling any pain? You could still move and breathe, well as much as he would allow since he had a hold of your limbs and body. You could wiggle your fingers and toes, and move your head around freely. The more you moved, the more you felt a fire in your belly, and hot tingly feeling all over.

It went straight down to your core and made you ache painfully. You found yourself bucking up against him and whining as he pulled and tugged on your nipples with his fingers.

"Pete… Peter… Oh fuck… That feels so good…" You moaned to him and he answered you by growling deeper and letting go of your chest, his hands going down to waist and fumbling with his pants. He quickly pulled his cock out and you glanced down to see that it was massive and covered in thick veins. The head was engorged, leaking a heavy glob of precome that dripped down onto your mound and dribbled down through your soaking wet lips.

"Want more. Pretty hole. Dripping. Feel good." Peter's gravelly voice rattled you to your core and made the ache stronger and your pussy gush and clench around nothing. He chittered and gripped himself tightly, giving himself a good stroke and pushing another glob of precome out over your clit. His other hand came up, using his fingers to spread your lips and his thumb to rub his slick all over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah-ahhh!" You panted as he trilled and rubbed the head of his cock against your opening. It made you squirm and look at him, seeing that he had four of his eyes trained on your face.

"Want to fuck..?" He groaned, almost like he was now just trying to ask if this was okay.

"Please, Peter… Please… Fuck me… Put you cock inside me and fuck me, please?" You whined and begged him, and he growled and wasted no time. He pushed himself inside easily with all of the slickness you both had provided, but he was still massive and stretched you to your limit. You normally would have been in pain and fighting back, but whatever he injected you with had made it so easy to take him without hurting you.

And you wanted more.

"Good. Feels… S'goood." Peter moaned and stilled when he could go no further. You could feel his heavy balls resting on your ass, his cock pulsing rapidly.

"So tight…. So good… So wet…" He huffed as his hips began to move. He moved you around to press himself as deep as he could get, which involved hoisting you up into his lap as he cast a few webs up at the ceiling. He hung himself upside down so you were right side up, using gravity to his advantage.

In your haze of feeling exceptionally full, you felt him chitter to you as he held you tightly against him.

"Mine now. Mine. Please you good. Stay here." He hummed as started to buck into you.

"Harder…" You whimpered with each gentle thrust and begged him to go harder. He was happy to oblige you and he went hard and deep, using his many limbs to pull and tug your body in a way that he hit your gspot and ground himself against your clit with each thrust.

"So good… Warm, tight…" Peter pressed your body flush against his as he kissed you. It felt strange, but nice, feeling the way his tongue slithered around and how his lips melded with yours so easily.

You could feel his cock pulse harshly as he howled and let go of your mouth to bite down on your neck again. He felt you come undone as he pistoned into you and pumped you with more venom as he came inside of you. You felt his hot seed fill you up and leak out, but he didn't seem to be finished yet.

You could feel his cock swelling as he fucked you and kept filling you up with his come. You whined as he let your arms go to wrap his around your body as he snarled and kept going. All you could do was cling to him, one hand digging into his back, the other fisting his hair tightly as he pounded hard into you.

He spent a good thirty minutes like that in a relentless assault on your body. You were delirious the entire time, gasping, moaning, screaming for him to give you more. When he was finally finished with you, he didn't pull out. Instead, he wrapped you close to his body with his webbing, keeping himself firmly planted inside of you as he made sure you were comfortable.

You were so tired and whatever venom he put into you left you sleepy and unwilling to move. He made a pleased purring noise as he crawled along the ceiling down the hallway to your room. With barely a noise, he made a nest at the top of your four poster bed and cradled you in his arms for a long while.

***

You woke up suddenly, feeling confused and very sore. Your head was on something hard and fleshy, and you could hear a steady heartbeat and breathing. You lifted your head and went to move, only to find that you couldn't.

Not only were you bound to whoever was underneath you, they also had their painfully large and hard cock buried inside of you. You whimpered as you tried to tug on the webs, finding them not cooperating at all and they were just sticking to your fingers. You looked down and saw the man responsible for your current predicament.

Peter Parker, the Spider-Man turned Man-Spider. He was snoring peacefully, a fine line of drool on his chin with messy and tussled hair. With his eyes closed, his face looked peaceful and almost completely human, but you knew better. His six arms definitely were a dead give away, two of which were firmly wrapped around you.

You suddenly heard a thud outside of your door and you panicked, thinking your father had come home earlier than expected. You struggled for a moment, getting frustrated with how Peter seemingly stayed out cold while you freaked out.

How would you explain this to Stephen?

Oh hey, dad… So uh, your friend that you thought had died, he, well, just showed up last night looking for you, and um… We banged and he now has me hostage in my own room with his dick. While hanging in a webby nest above my bed.

Yeah, no. That wasn't gonna fly with him, and you knew it. You quickly leaned over Peter and grabbed his face.

"Wake up!" You tried unsuccessfully to wake him, but the jostling around seemed to be working. You moved your hips, gasping when his cock twitched and plumped up even more.

"Peter, please. Please wake up. I think my dad's outside the door!" You hissed as you slapped him awake. He sat up, confused and growling for a moment, until he saw it was you.

"Whaaat?"

"My dad. He's come home." You said again. Peter's face twisted into a look of worry and he looked down to see why you were panicking.

"Shit. Sorry." He apologized and cut the webbing that was holding you to him. You managed to get off of him, with a whole bunch of come rushing down your legs and to the bed below. He quickly twisted and allowed you down to the bed, and you plopped yourself down, already going to make the necessary hand motions to clean yourself and the room up. Peter sat perched on the edge of your bed, naked and curious as you frantically summoned your robes and sorcerer attire.

You heard a knock at the door, and you quickly went to it to stop it from opening.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Came your dad's voice as you slammed the door shut on him, just narrowly missing his fingers.

"Yeah. Sorry. Everything's alright. I'm naked. Don't come in." You stammered quickly as you locked the door. You heard him huff and back up.

"My apologies. I was just worried is all. You're normally awake and about before I am."

"I, uh, was up late last night watching that movie I got. I slept in, because of it." You said as you looked around for Peter's clothes.

"Really? It's noon. That's not like you at all."

"I'm fine, dad. Really."

"Well I need to discuss something with you."

"Yeah, sure, whatever ya want. Just give me a minute." You said as you went over to Peter and pointed at the bed.

"You stay here. Please don't go anywhere until I get back. Understand?" You asked him and he nodded as he crawled under your blankets and huddled there.

You turned to the door and almost thought about opening it, but instead you decided to use your Sling ring and you appeared behind your father. He whirled around and gave you a hard stare.

"Why didn't you use the door?"

"I, uh, it's a mess in there. Underwear and lady stuff strewn about. I was reorganizing my room-" You suddenly stopped talking when you noticed your father was holding up Peter's suit in one hand, and a ball of your shredded clothes covered in webs in the other.

"Uh, huh… Really, now?" Stephen asked slowly, one brow raised as you tried to outright lie to him.

"Um… I can explain."

"I think you'd better. Why was Peter's Spider-Man suit hanging on the chandelier, and your ripped and torn pajamas strewn about the sitting room meant for my guests? The room is covered in webbing, and there's a trail straight to your room." His tone was firm, but also full of concern.

You could tell he was worried for your safety, given that the last time had seen Peter was when the man had two arms on his suit and not six. You knew you'd have to come clean right then and there. Your dad has his ways of finding things out if you refused to talk.

"Well, I, uh… Peter came by looking for you last night… And…" You chewed on your lower lip and heard some scuttling inside your bedroom, and then the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing.

"He's in your room, isn't he?" He softly asked and you looked down at your boots.

"Yes."

"Did he force you to do anything you didn't want to do?"

"No."

"Okay… Did he hurt you? Your neck is red, but your robes are hiding the rest of it." He asked as his hand came up to turn your head away so he could get a better look.

"He, um, bit me. But I'm fine. I feel fine. It's just tender there." You sheepishly said. He hummed and let go of you.

"I'll need to run some tests on you today. For now, go collect Peter, get him dressed, and coax him out for some food. I'm sure he's hungry." Your dad said and he handed you the items.

"I fixed your pajamas, by the way." He added and he turned away

"Okay… Thanks, dad."

"Oh, and sweetheart?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"I hope you used a protection spell." He said, then he left down the hallway.

You had not used any protection spells, and you felt yourself worry as you went back into your room.

Peter was sitting on the bed, looking out the window.

"He knows. He pissed." Peter muttered. You went over and smoothed your hands up his back. He chittered and leaned back as you ran your nails through his hair.

"He knows. He's not pissed. He wants you to come downstairs to have breakfast with us. Please?" You whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek. He sighed happily.

"Not scared?"

"Of you? No. I'm not scared of you at all."

"Did bad last night. I'm sorry."

"No, Peter… You did good. Very good. I was very pleased with your performance."

"I stay? With you?" He turned towards you, his eyes hopeful.

"I'll ask my dad, but we both know he will say yes. He misses you, you know." You assured him as Peter pulled you into his lap.

"Thank you. I need… Help."

"We will figure this out, Peter. My dad's the best wizard in all the land. If we can't fix it, that's okay. You can stay with us as long as you need to."

"Never want to go. Stay here. With you." He buried his face into your neck and inhaled softly.

"Okay. Can we get you dressed?" You asked and he nodded.

"Do you want me to conjure up some proper fitting clothes? Or do you want your Spider-Man suit?"

"Clothes. Please. Sweat pants. Tee-shirt." He requested and you smiled. You were about to summon some clothing, when he bit into your neck and pumped you full of his venom again. You gasped and he pushed you back onto the bed.

"Peter… What are you doing?" You whispered as you began to heat up and ache for him.

"One more taste…" He rumbled as his hands made quick work of your robes and skirts.

"Peter, if you fuck me again, I won't be able to walk! Dad's waiting and- Ooohhh…" You tried to reason with him, but he had buried his face into your mound quicker than you could stop him. You felt him spread your legs wide and holding them down with one set of arms, while another spread your lower lips out.

"Just a taste." He growled, and his last set of hands came up to your lower abdomen and he pushed down. You gasped as you felt his come from the previous night leaking out of you. He purred in delight and started to lick at your folds vigorously.

He was quite good with his tongue as he pushed it inside and swirled it around. You whimpered and squirmed, hands diving into his hair as he groaned in pleasure, savouring the noises you made.

He latched onto your clit, and when you looked down, you saw him move one of his hands downwards towards your dripping pussy. He stuck a couple of fingers in and worked them against your gspot in the hopes that you'd come for him again.

"Peter, fuck, oh gods…" You panted and bucked into his face, with him slurping and drooling all over your pussy. He groaned and shifted, bringing another hand down to toy with your ass. You could feel him grab and squeeze your flesh as he dipped a thumb between your cheeks and pressed against your backdoor.

You whimpered as he moved his thumb and collected some of his spit, come, and your fluids, then he slowly prodded inside, getting his thumb in right to the second knuckle. You moaned and tugged on his hair, feeling an orgasm quickly approaching.

"P-peter… I… I'm…" You breathed, and he started to suck harder as his tongue rolled all over your clit. You felt thr pads of his fingers pressed hard against your gspot, and you came so hard that you squirted.

Peter snarled and hungrily lapped up your juices as he kept his fingers working. You were shaking badly as he coaxed two more out of you, before letting you go to rest for a moment.

"Taste so good." He grunted while licking his fingers. He had one of his hands fisted around his cock, tugging it lightly. You stared at him while you twitched and tried to catch your breath.

"Peter…" His name came out as a silent plea, and he grinned at you wickedly.

"More. Need to feel you." He husked as he crawled back over top of you. He lifted your hips and wedged himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance. You sighed as he pushed in and slid all the way back.

This time he was rough right off the bat. He held you down and fucked into hard and fast, shaking the bed and slapping the headboard against the wall. He snarled as you started screaming, and he jammed his fingers into your mouth to quiet you. You almost gagged, but managed to hold on as he dug himself in deep and kept going at that furious pace. You heard one of the legs of your bed snap, and Peter paid no attention to it. He merely went harder, feeling you shake underneath him as you came again.

"Good girl. Good f'me. Mine." Peter grunted as he reared back and propped himself up with two hands, while the other four held you close. You were seeing stars and your body was crackling with pleasure as your pussy squelched obscenely with how fast and hard he was fucking you. You were sure your bed sheets were ruined, not that you cared much. A simple spell could fix it later.

"Say it." He growled and you barely understood what he was asking.

"Say you're mine." He tried again, this time his hand coming to cup your face. You moaned, eyes watering as another orgasm ripped through you.

"I'm yours, Peter. Yours…" You sobbed against his shoulder as he growled and bit into your neck again. You convulsed and felt him come hard, painting your insides with his thick fluids.

"Good. Yours. Yours now." He huffed and rolled over with you onto your side. He breathed softly and brushed the hair from your face.

"Are you telling me that you're mine, now?" You quietly asked. Peter nodded and cuddled closer.

"Yes. Yours. Keep you safe. Keep me safe." He sighed and you smiled gently.

"I'd like that very much." You said and kissed his cheek. He purred and trilled for you as he nuzzled your neck.

"Can we please go down and see my dad now? He's been waiting for thirty minutes." You softly asked. Peter suddenly blushed and hid his face.

"Embarrassed. Doc won't be happy."

"Hush, now. He knows what's happening. If he thought you'd hurt me, he wouldn't have gone downstairs and left you with me. It is time to get your dick out of me, okay? You want more sex, you'll have to wait until after we eat." You patted his shoulder and he whined in protest, but slowly let go of you and pulled away. You felt him slip from your cunt, his come leaving a huge mess and a dull ache between your legs.

"Okay. Hungry for food now." Peter said with much enthusiasm as he gathered your clothes and brought them to you.

"Thank you. Try to behave at the dining table." You said and used your magic to clean and dress the both of you. You tried to get up and move, but found your legs refused to cooperate. Peter made a small concerned sounding noise and he came over to lift you up into his arms.

"Oh, thank you… I don't have a cool cloak like my dad."

"Don't need one. Got me." He murmured as he took you out of the room and made his way down the hall. You sighed, enjoying the way he carried you with very little effort. You didn't bother to get out of his arms when he stepped into the kitchen and nervously looked at your father.

"Took you two long enough to get down here. You're lucky I can control time, and kept the food hot. Now put my daughter down, Peter, and take a seat. Sweetheart, you might have to help him." Stephen said as he started to fill his plate. He said nothing about the bruises and the hickies to either of you. Peter ate his food in silence and when he was done he looked at Stephen, opening his mouth to speak.

"Don't bother, Peter. I'm not mad. All that I ask is you behave, if you know what I mean."

"What does that mean, dad?"

"It means he better not hurt you, kill you, or break your heart."

"So that means he can stay and we can try to help him?"

"Of course. We can make things easier for him and get his speech patterns back, but I don't think I can permanently reverse his new form without more research. I'll have a chat with Reed, Tony, and Hank, see what we can get going."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Peter says it was Harry Osborn that did this to him." You added quietly.

Your father saw red and he smashed his fist on the table.

"That little fuck is gonna pay."

***

Note:

That's it. That's what I wrote today. Fucked up and horny shit. I was high on edibles. Blame the weed. Enjoy.

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Credits:

No one proofread this for me. I banged this out in one day.

Original post that caused this fic to happen. @refairy

I know they wanted to write this, but this hit me so damned hard and I needed to write my own. I hope you like it.

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[vodika-vibes]

Could I please request a mystic same faces gods au with Echo, I feel like Echo would be the god of the people who are physically and mentally affected by war or something.

I also like that Rex could maybe be the god of survivors guilt a more last one standing type thing, the good and the bad, because I saw you were having trouble writing for him.

No hurry on this I know you have a shit ton of requests, so be sure to pace yourself and don't feel bad for taking time off for writing.

Accidents Happen

Summary: War has swept through your small village. The Imperial army has killed almost everyone. You’re one one a handful of people who managed to escape the slaughter. And now you have to bury your people.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1996

Prompt: Mystic AU - Same faced gods AU

Warnings: Reader survives two massacres

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So it took me a little bit to come up with an idea that I was happy with. And, while I'll never say migraines are good, taking two days off back-to-back seems to have helped me get my mojo back. Anyway, I hope this is close to what you wanted!

It’s hot.

So very hot.

You push a strand of sweaty hair out of your face and then kneel next to the small canoe that you’ve been repairing for the better part of the day. Confident that it’s as repaired as it needs to be, for what it’s going to be used for, you straighten and wave toward a man near the water.

He waves back and then says something to the teenager standing in front of him before he turns and jogs over to you. “This one all set?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s not perfect, but it’ll work.”

He kneels and checks on your work before he nods once. “You didn’t do half bad. Good enough for someone who has never done this before.”

You shrug, “Thanks, I guess.”

He shoots you a sympathetic look, and lightly touches your shoulder, “We’re almost done here.”

“And then what?”

He averts his gaze, “I don’t know, kiddo. I really don’t. But, we’ll make it through this.” He squeezes your shoulder, “Will you go and make sure that the bows are all in working order?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good lass,” He pauses, “We’re going to be okay. You’ll see.”

You’re not sure you believe him. You’re not sure you want to believe him, but you don’t have the energy to argue with him. So you just nod and turn to trudge towards the hunter’s hut.

Three days ago, you joined your uncle and cousin on a fishing trip upriver. It was supposed to be a fun day, you were going to teach your cousin how to repair fishing nets, and your uncle was going to teach him how to find the best places to lay nets, and throw out a line.

A sudden violent storm forced the three of you to take refuge in a cave miles from home. The storm raged for hours, and you were only able to return to the fishing village after your uncle determined that it was safe to get back on the water.

You returned to the aftermath of a massacre. 

Homes burned to the ground, market stalls shattered in pieces, and bodies strewn across the place.

There were no survivors.

But then, when the Empire decides that a place no longer deserves to exist, it’s quickly wiped off the map.

This brings it up to two massacres that you’ve survived since you were born. The first one happened when you were a child, your Uncle had always been a loud adversary against Palpatine and the Empire, and the Empire decided that his whole family needed to die for it.

That time you escaped with a missing arm and severe burns across the majority of your back. Though almost your entire family survived the massacre.

You suppose there was no way you were going to get that lucky twice.

Which brings you to now.

It’s not possible to bury the dead, the village is too close to the water, so the village practices water burials. When done right, they’re beautiful and tastefully done.

However, with only three people, and one of them under the age of 15, these funerals aren’t going to be beautiful or comforting. It’s just going to be another reminder of everything you’ve lost.

And you’ve lost everything.

You stand in front of the Hunters hut, your hands, both flesh and metal, are shaking, and all you want to do is close your eyes and pretend that the last week never happened, and you can open your eyes and your mom will be there again—

But that’s not possible anymore. 

Your mom is dead. Just like your dad. And your brothers.

And you come to the stark realization that you can’t do this.

You drop your hand to your side and then pull your hands to your chest. You can’t do this. You can’t be here. You can’t stay here.

It’s too much. It’s all too much.

With that final thought, you turn on your heels and you run into the forest.

You’re vaguely aware of your uncle and your cousin calling your name, but you ignore them.

Maybe, if you run far enough fast enough, everything will stop hurting. 

You run until your lungs are burning and your legs are aching, and then you keep going. You run and run and run until the moon rises over the horizon and your legs collapse under you.

A roll of thunder jerks you from your spiraling thoughts. Slowly, you push yourself to your aching feet and look around the dark forest, looking for shelter. 

There.

Not far from where you finally collapsed is a massive tree. If nothing else, the branches will offer you some shelter from the weather. Though, as you approach the tree, you realize that there’s a hollow beneath the tree.

It’s risky. Very risky.

But a sharp crack of lightning loud enough to make you flinch encourages you to toss caution to the wind as you carefully lower yourself into the hollow.

The hollow is bigger than you expect.

The tunnel leads deeper and deeper beneath the tree until you trip over a tree root and fall into a room that can only be described as magic. If only because the moment you fall into the room, braziers light up with a warm flame.

Warm in the sense that the moment they light, the coldness that’s sunk into your very bones since the day you discovered the massacre lessens, and you feel like you can breathe for the first time in days.

You shift so that you’re sitting properly, and look around the room properly.

The walls seem to be made up of roots from the tree sitting over you, while the ground feels like it’s some kind of stone.

Most interesting is the bed nestled against the wall. The bed looks clean and the blankets look warm. And, even though the bed looks brand new, it doesn’t look like anyone has been down here aside from you in ages.

Thunder rumbles loudly above you and you nervously bite your lower lip, before slowly walking over and sitting on the bed. It’s softer than you expected, like something from another life, rather than a random bed found under a random tree miles from civilization, and you can’t help but run your hand across the soft, almost velvety, material of the blanket.

When was the last time you had the chance to enjoy something nice like this?

Years, probably.

Surely there’s no harm in sleeping here, just until the storm finishes. Just until you feel better. Until you feel like you can face your uncle without screaming at him for ruining your life.

You kick off your shoes and lay your head on the pillow, burying yourself in the soft blanket and the soft material, and drifting off into the best sleep you’ve had in years.

You wake the following morning feeling more rested than you’ve ever felt in your life.

There were no nightmares, no memories of burning skin or laughing monsters lurking in the shadows. You still feel like you’re in a dream, kind of.

You feel warm, floaty…and safe.

You can’t remember the last time you felt safe.

Slowly you sit up, though you really don’t want to, and you’re about to swing your legs off the bed when you notice the strange man sitting at a table that definitely wasn’t there the night before.

He graces you with a small smile, “Good morning,”

In your experience, a strange man in your sleeping quarters is not generally a good thing, but you aren’t afraid of him. Actually, you still feel very safe.

“...good morning.” You greet slowly.

His smile widens, and you can’t help but notice that he has a nice smile. “Did you sleep well?”

You consider him for a moment, “I did. Better than I have since I was an infant, probably.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He stands, and you note that he has a prosthetic arm, and both of his legs are prosthetics. “My name is Echo, this,” He gestures to the room with his prosthetic hand, “you can call it my temple.”

“Temple?” You ask as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You notice his gaze drop to your legs, specifically the burn scars on your left leg. Normally you’d toss the blanket over your leg, and make a smart comment about how staring is rude, but you have the feeling that he isn’t judging you.

“Temple.” Echo agrees. He crosses the room to you and kneels at your feet, it feels wrong, somehow, but you can’t quite put into words why it feels so wrong, “I am the Patron God of the innocents who have been irreversibly harmed by war.”

His flesh hand brushes against the scars on your leg, and for once, you don’t jerk your leg away.

“I don’t understand.”

His smile is sad, “You summoned me.”

“I didn’t.”

He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, “Unlike my brothers, I can only be summoned under a very specific set of circumstances. Involving physical injury,” He lightly touches his prosthetic hand to yours, “and mental anguish.”

“That’s an awful way to have to be summoned.” You finally say.

He chuckles, “Well, because of the very specific requirements of my summoning, this is the first time I’ve been summoned.”

“I’m sorry, you must have been busy—”

“Not so busy that I couldn’t come when called,” There’s something strangely fond about the look on his face, and you can’t help but reach up and brush your fingers against the ports on the side of his head, “I also admit to being excited to finally having a priestess.”

That should make you nervous, right?

“But I didn’t summon you intentionally.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately,” Echo replies, amused.

“I don’t know anything about being a priestess.” You add with a small frown.

He lightly pulls you off the bed so that you’re sitting in his lap, and his forehead lightly presses against your own. “Close your eyes.” Immediately, and without really thinking about it, you do as he asks. “Good, very good. Do you feel it, cyare? There’s the beginning of a bond—”

He trails off as you find the thin thread connecting yourself to Echo. It’s thin and wispy, like a spider thread, though you have the feeling that it won’t break easily. 

You lightly touch the thread and feel a surge of affection from Echo, and you can’t help the small sigh that falls from your lips. “Is that…you?”

“It is.”

“It feels like it should be stronger,” You murmur.

“It will become stronger, once we solidify the bond.” Echo promises, “That will come naturally, we don’t have to rush.”

You hum softly, although—

“We don’t have to, but you want to,” You notice, as you focus on the bond for a moment. His, slightly flustered, embarrassment washes through you, and you open your eyes to peer at him.

He looks slightly sheepish, “I’d like to get to know you before I take you to bed. Doesn’t mean that I don’t want you, though.”

Slowly you nod your understanding, and then you close your eyes again. Echo makes you feel warm and safe, and you could drown yourself in him if he let you.

His fingers are warm against your jaw, “Can I kiss you, cyare?” Echo murmurs, “I think it’s a good first step.”

You nod once and tilt your head slightly. He leans in and brushes his lips against yours in an innocent kiss, and then he kisses you properly, his hand settling firmly on the back of your neck while his other arm wraps securely around your waist.

Echo breaks the kiss and releases a contented sigh, “I’m going to take care of you, cyare.” He murmurs against your lips, “Everything is going to be alright. I promise.”

And, for the first time since childhood, you believe it.

[cosmic-ships]

It's you and me, I'll follow you to the end.

Ship: Ben Solo x Kaden Reese

Words: 1,434 (ldfkjdslfk)

cw: none, its fluff-

I encourage you listening to this song: Because this is a apart of my playlist with Ben and it radiates in this fic.

Ben took a deep breath, considering how much he wanted to share with Kaden about his experiences with the dark side's influence. He knew that it was a delicate topic.

They found themselves in a calm serene place, a cliff side over looking a vast forest, it was night and the fire they made crackled into the silent air. It was cool but not overly cold, there was not a single cloud in the sky and the stars shined brightly above.

There was silence but it wasn't awkward and Kaden patiently awaited for him to speak, they were both looking out over the forest, it was calm and peaceful, the perfect opportunity to just exist together and talk. Kaden was curious and had asked what it was like falling into darkness.

"It was… overwhelming." Ben finally admitted. "A flood of sensations and feelings that seemed impossible to resist. I felt powerful and dangerous, but also incredibly lonely and isolated. And then one day, I heard your energy calling to me, like a beacon in the darkness."

He paused for a moment "I realized that I had a choice to make – either surrender to the darkness or cling to the light that you were allowing to shine through. So I chose you… Your energy became my anchor in the storm, pulling me back to reality and giving me the strength to resist the temptations of the dark."

Kaden listened intently, a pang in their chest when he admitted what it felt like being in that place. They soon felt a flood of warmth spread throughout them at the confession that it was them that pulled Ben back from the dark and they nodded their head "I'm glad I reached you…even if I didn't know it or you… I now understand how easy it is to get lost-"

Kaden glanced up at Ben and sighed softly. "Was there anyone you could confide in? Any friends? Family?"

Ben hesitated for a moment, thinking back to the isolation and solitude he experienced. There had been no one to confide in or seek guidance from, at least not good guidance. "There were people I knew," he explained, "Friends and family members who cared about me, but none of them truly understood what I was going through. I kept most of it hidden from them, afraid of what they might think or say…"

He leaned forward and kissed Kaden tenderly on the forehead, "I'm so glad to have found you."

"You felt that you couldn't trust them enough to confide in them…" Kaden mumbled. They knew. They knew what his words meant because they were the same "Up until I met you, I was always on my own- Parents gave up on me a really long time ago….no other family or friends….No one cared and If I did find a small group of people I called friends I didn't get attached enough to confide in them, I struggled with trusting people after my parents left me-"

Kaden glanced at him, their face serious but they were harboring much love in their eyes "Then I met you and you seemed to have the aura around you…one that calmed the deepest parts of my soul- I couldn't explain it before, but I felt that you were the only person I could ever trust and that you weren't the monster you and others thought you were…"

Kaden was blushing as they spoke as they've never confessed this before to him but they felt in this moment of shared experience it was only fair he knew about them too.

Ben listened attentively to Kaden's confession, feeling a mixture of sadness and admiration for the pain they had endured before finding each other. He understood the importance of trust and the difficulty of opening up to someone when you hadn't experienced genuine connections to before.

"I can imagine how hard it must have been for you, Kaden," Ben said softly, "But now you have me, and I will never let you down. You can trust me completely, with everything that you carry within yourself. I will be your rock, your anchor, and your safe haven."

He wrapped his arms around Kaden in a warm embrace, holding them close and promising once again that he would always be there for them, no matter what challenges they faced or obstacles they encountered in their journey towards a deeper level of intimacy and understanding.

"I also promise that I will never take your trust for granted…"

Kaden sighed softly, it truly felt amazing to open up and be understood. it came so naturally, like breathing, whenever Kaden was with Ben they felt like they didn't need to hide who they were, they could be raw and honest and he'd understand them

"That goes for you too though.. now that you have me you can confide in me, even if its from the darkest parts of yourself, I will listen, and I will never cast judgement, I'll never mistake your vulnerability as weakness. You're so strong Ben.." They reached up and gently placed their hand on the side of his cheek, their thumb absentmindedly brushing against his skin.

"You went through so much and lost so much- I'll always be here for you as you're here for me. I promise you. I vow to always be at your side no matter how messy things get or what challenges arise. I'm with you from now until forever.."

He felt Kaden's words deeply, recognizing the sincerity and devotion behind them. He knew that they were offering him a profound level of emotional support and understanding, something he had craved for so long but had been unable to find in others due to his own fears and isolation.

Ben reached up, gently taking Kaden's hand from his face to interlock their fingers together. "Forever…?" he whispered a question that didn't need to answered. He knew then and there, what he wanted. "Your presence in my life means more to me than I can express with mere words. You have given me a reason to hope and believe there's another way…."

He placed a gentle kiss on top of Kaden's hand before speaking again, "And I promise that I will always be honest and open with you, no matter how difficult the subject matter may be. You have shown me that it is possible to overcome the fear and shame that can accompany discussing our deepest thoughts and feelings, and I want to do the same for you…"

Kaden smiled sweetly at him. "You already have, you've made me feel like I can be the best version of myself without even trying. Being my true authentic self comes so naturally around you."

Ben looked as though he was deep in thought. He was struggling to get the words, he dipped his head down to gently capture Kaden's lips with his own, his hand unlocking with Kaden's to rest both of his hands gently at either side of their neck, as his thumbs ran softly along their jaw.

Ben pulled away only slightly, their lips brushing together as he finally he spoke, filled with confidence, he knew what he wanted- He spoke softly, just barely above a whisper but loud enough for Kaden to hear, his words filled with sincerity and love. "Marry me…?"

Kaden felt their heart jump into their throat, they weren't expecting it. an overwhelming feeling of happines rushed through them and they felt a little light headed. They closed the small distance once more, kissing him softly, they smiled through the kiss before they responded inbetween breathes "Yes…..I will…"

The moment Kaden said that Ben smiled sweetly, pulling them closer to himself, breaking the kiss momentarily. "You will?" He asked, making sure he heard the answer right. The moment felt so surreal to him, as if he was in a dream. If he was dreaming he didn't want to wake.

Kaden smiled happily, their cheeks flushing a light hue of pink as they nodded their head. "I will. From now until forever, you have me…you're my greatest source of comfort, you're able to reach me like no one possibly could. You reignited my spark for life and I wouldn't trade you for the entire galaxy…You're my everything…my heart and home~ I want forever so long as forever is with you…"

Ben hugged Kaden tightly before moving to kiss them, the kiss was filled with so much passion and love. "I love you my starlight…." He hummed softly in content against their lips.

"I love you too darling…forever and always.."

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No rush to read it but ehehehe Ben is now my Fiance >////>

If you aren't a self-shipper I kindly ask you to not interact, I got anxiety lol

[97yjh]

PAIRING — jeonghan x y/n

GENRE — angst, fluff

the 1

She was far from perfect. She had her ups and downs; her own struggles and troubles, just like any other human being. But seeing her, noticing her efforts when things didn’t go as planned and the affection, the gentleness with which she looked at the world… it became kind of impossible not to think of her as the easiest person to love in the world. Or, at least, that’s what Jeonghan thought prior to the mess they’d gotten themselves into. All it had taken was just a few words ingrained in her mind for her entire psyche to shatter piece by piece, ravaging her in a dark cloud from which she didn't know how to escape.

Was it really that easy to fall out of love? Jeonghan wished he’d never come this close to finding it out. All it had taken for her to make her way into Jeonghan’s life was her laughter, her tight hugs mixed with an unmistakable lavender scent, and the incessant energy he’d be wrapped up on for a little less than three months a year. It had long been since she had taken over his heart in a way no one else ever had.

Their love had been complicated, nonetheless. It had been grand, burning red But, at the same time, nothing had ever felt like such an overwhelming rollercoaster as the past few months they had spent together. Their issues made them feel like going up on a neverending climb, never knowing when their final fall would be. Still, Jeonghan had never felt undeserving of that love. At the end of the day, it had always felt right, safe, solid. She had always been the one.

“What’s happened to us?,” he mumbled, caressing her forehead after realizing she was soundly asleep.

She must have been tired. Both physically and mentally. He knew the past few weeks had taken a toll on her. Still, that could never justify the way she had treated him. He was okay with lending her as much distance and time as she needed. He knew everyone needed to figure things out at their own pace. But Hannie could no longer recognize the beautiful stranger right in front of him.

For yet another night, the moonlight flickering into the room became the only witness to the few traces of love that still remained within her—or so Jeonghan thought. Perhaps now that she had slowly and almost unconsciously drifted away from him, he would rely on the moon to become his confidant. Who was he trying to fool, though? Regardless of the mask she had put on for the past few months, Jeonghan knew she loved him much as she loved the seaside house their families had rented ever since it became clear that such polar opposites as they were had become impossibly inseparable. And yet he couldn’t even be sure about that.

Not now that she had completely shut down and Jeonghan didn’t know how to approach her anymore.

It happened in the blink of an eye when she decided to take things on her own. She was breaking down over someone who had made a choice to blame her for feeling, for needing some alone time, for wanting to breathe, and she had resolved not to let the same thing happen with Jeonghan. She didn’t want to hurt him with her own burden—God, it was already too much for her to deal with. She didn’t need to break someone else—not especially the person she had been in love with ever since she was a child. That’s why she had to leave before it was too late, even if Jeonghan didn’t agree with her. He knew she was worth it and wanted to give her another chance—even when he was realizing that the distance between them was becoming unbearable. God knows he loved her with all his heart but he didn’t have a clue as to how to draw her out of the dark cloud that had settled over her. And neither did she let him help.

2. before

She and Jeonghan were children of the sea. The one of autumn; the other of spring. Perhaps the fact that they were born in polar opposite seasons spoke volumes about their natures. She, born amidst the first falling leaves of the season, was as strong as the storms that covered the seaside where her parents fell in love many solstices away. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was born as the first springtime flowers bloomed and the first sunlight beams covered the city that he would later on call home. Fun enough, the day he came into this world a storm crashed the whole city. But if they had anything in common it was that both of them belonged to the sand that used to caress their skins with the same affection with which, years later, they would kiss each other on each and every one of the freckles that the same sun that had seen them fall in love had marked on their skins. Nonetheless, it would take them at least 13 years to clash into each other—quite literally.

It all happened the first night she set foot again in the city that had seen her come to life. Her parents believed that there was no better cure for her anxiety than perhaps spending just a little time in the place that had brought them so much happiness during her first years of life. After all, the first place she had visited a few days after she was born was the seashore; a sunset wrapping her in the warmest embrace that could possibly welcome her into the world. This time, however, rather than a hug, it was none other than a young man and his skateboard.

But life is all about coincidences—maybe not such beautiful ones in Jeonghan and her eyes—, isn't it? In their parents' case, however, it was—especially after they had been able to reunite after nearly a decade thanks to that little bump they had given each other.

It was no surprise to neither of the families when both teenagers became almost inseparable after that bump. What started as a lil quarrel led to a major crush who didn’t help Jeonghan at all. How could such a beautiful stranger shake his whole world up in just a couple of months?

Maybe the nights he had sneaked out of the house to walk along the seashore late at night hadn't helped him at all. Maybe spending so many evenings playing video games at his house, having her so close by, hadn't helped either. All it had taken for him to fall head over heels for that shy girl he barely knew had been a couple of smiles, evenings full of laughter, late breakfasts and mornings sleeping in together—which their parents had been surprised to find out during the first weeks she and Jeonghan had known each other. Little did they realize it would become a tradition for both of them summer after summer.

Jeonghan thought his crush would eventually fall out—or so he thought. Little did he know that the girl he seemed fated to meet had no plans whatsoever of leaving his mind anytime soon—not if She herself could prevent it. You see, should you ask her, she would probably say she was just bored. In the end, she had had the most amusing summer up to that moment, and being stuck in the city, drowning under assignments, she missed that guy who wouldn’t leave her side for almost three months.

Over the years, their relationship had grown as natural as sunrises or summer storms—which, by the way, the third summer they met kept them locked indoors for a week—and almost before She was even aware of it, she had grown so used to spending as many hours as possible with him that she couldn't even remember what that city was like before Jeonghan.

After their third summer together, She thought she would eventually lose her mind. They said it would be a fake first kiss, wasn’t it? They said it would only be a way of preparing each other for when the real one came, didn’t they? Besides, their friends back home were putting too much pressure on them. Why had they not kissed anyone yet? They wanted to get over it as soon as possible, and they didn’t have feelings for each other, didn’t they? Jeonghan had told her about a girl he had a crush on back home and she… She had relentlessly fallen for him without even realizing it.

In the blink of an eye, she figured out why people often said that Jeonghan was really a spring child. Being by his side felt like thousands of flowers blooming around her, even though the only thing he left her with that last summer night was an inner storm she didn't know how to deal with. Maybe that’s why she reached out for him a couple of weeks after their kiss. She could still feel the way he leaned towards her; the burning feeling her trembling lips experienced after his touch. Maybe that’s why knowing about him was better than not hearing from him at all—even if that meant shouldering some pain.

That’s the way summers went until their 18th birthday. Long awaited by so many, their first summer of freedom only reinforced what Jeonghan and she had felt about each other for so many years. There was no further mention of that kiss, but that didn't mean their affection for each other grew with each day they spent together. Sure things may have changed. Sure they may have gone out with other people. Still, that didn’t mean their heartbeats raced whenever she leaned on Jeonghan’s shoulder during their movie night; or whenever he sneaked out of home at midnight just to talk to her a little more. He couldn’t get enough of her. Maybe that’s why that last summer before college he caressed her cheeks and brought his lips down to hers—it was certainly better than that first night when She was

about to turn 15, but their feelings had not changed. If anything, that lil silly summer crush had turned intense feelings both of them had ever had. Could they even call it love? They were still too young; too inexperienced.

But maybe that's why four years later Jeonghan decided it was time to return to the place that had seen their love blossom. Maybe it was also going to be the place that was going to see it wither like the first leaves with the arrival of autumn, but it was worth it to try it at least once again. Maybe that's why that last night before both of them went home, he turned on the keys and silently drove towards the seaside where everything had started.

3. traffic lights

All it had taken for him was to show up at her apartment on a mid-June afternoon. They should have met at the seaside that same month but so much had happened in the last few months and their parents could no longer take time off that summer. Was that how adult life would change them, too? Jeonghan couldn’t stop wondering about it. Perhaps that's why he believed it was necessary for the two of them to take some time to themselves back at the place where it all began before it was too late.

They had already been dating for four years after endless seasons of pining for each other. Her friends back home used to say their story was worth all the kudos in ao3’s slow burn tag. To them, everything seemed perfectly fine: loving gazes, soft touches, the loudest laughter they had ever heard from her. To her, it was funny how they compared her relationship with Jeonghan to one of those fantasy fiction stories they were all so hooked up on. Would they have their happy ending? As of now, she couldn’t see how. You see, the thing with fiction is that there is always a way of mending things regardless of how hard things turn out to be. But things weren't usually like that in real life, as much as she loved Jeonghan, sometimes relationships couldn't quite be sustained when one of them was falling apart. She didn't want the other to fall apart as well. She always knew she loved Jeonghan with all her heart, but lately she felt like even the love she felt for him was becoming a dead weight on her shoulders. That wasn't how love was supposed to feel. Maybe in a fictional story, they both could have gotten over this slump. Maybe their writer would have been able to help them work things out–-it was okay if she couldn't give her 100% in those moments; Jeonghan could always help. In fiction perhaps the weight of her own problems wouldn't have such a suffocating effect on Jeonghan. But, in real life, they were real authors in charge of drawing a certain path or another in their story, and She couldn't bear to see Jeonghan’s dark eye bags; how he was growing silent as well.

“Do we really need to do this?” She asked, her pitch somehow mirroring the exhaustion her own mind had been feeling for several months. “You see… I’m not really feeling well right now.”

Jeonghan merely nodded, and so she wrapped her arms around herself, looking for the warmth she could no longer find in the car that had taken them to the place they used to call home for so long. It's kind of funny how the road that had for so many years made them feel an inner excitement they could never put into words had now become suffocating. The space

that was once filled with so much laughter and starry smiles now drowned in a heavy silence that only the soft tune of the radio could fight.

She could tell what was going to happen when they arrived at the house where they had spent so many summers. If he didn't do it, she would. That didn't mean she didn't love him—God knows she'd probably never stop loving him—, but she couldn't keep doing that to him. Sometimes you just need to take care of yourself—to shield your own heart—no matter how much that means putting distance with the person you would give your soul to.

In the middle of the silent ride, each and every memory came back to Jeonghan's mind, who was trying to focus on the road in front of him and not on the cut that was opening up in his skin.

He was well aware that she was not comfortable, not with him, but with everything around her in general. Losing people in the last few months had taken a toll on her and feeling like she was constantly battling with her mind wasn't helping her either. He, however, wanted to help her somehow. He did want to be there and keep her light from fading more than it already had, but she kept pushing him away more and more each day; she kept closing herself off little by little until distance was all that was left between them. Never in the last 9 years they had spent going back and forth had he felt such a great gap between the two of them, and yet he wanted to still be there.

He sometimes missed the little girl who would curl up next to him night after night and tickle him knowing that he was so sensitive to it. He missed seeing her curl into a ball with his sweatshirts from day to day as they watched movies together. All was not good in relationships; he knew it, and problems were obviously bound to happen, but watching her slowly settle more and more distance between the two of them was killing him inside. He wanted to help, but how could you try to reach out to help someone who was pushing you away day by day?

He could recall the moment she began to fade away. It had all happened so fast: an argument, carrying the weight of a guilt that wasn't hers, losing someone she cared about... The last few months had been stressful enough being her last year of college, and she certainly shouldn't have felt so alone with every passing day just because she had been strong and stood up to the person who had long been draining her energies. Jeonghan did not want to intervene, but when he saw her at her lowest he could do nothing but try to be there, to remind her that one single person meant nothing when she still had people around her who loved her, who supported her, who believed in her. And yet, seeing how she had convinced herself that there was something really dark about her that pushed people away from her

made She beliShe that would also be the case with Jeonghan at the end of the day. That's how she gradually shut herself down more and more --the fear of not being enough for him; of breaking him was stronger than her and it ended up taking hold of her. At first, she pulled a few excuses not to meet him. She had too much work, there were too many assignments, she was tired. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't understand. But day and night she thought about the words of that person who had begun to open cracks in her heart. What if she was nothing but a burden to him too? She had never doubted his love, but what if he ended up leaving too? After all, she felt everyone had a certain boundary and she was probably overstepping Jeonghan's by moving farther and farther away. He had been her home for years, but she no longer felt like a safe haven for him.

That's how they got to their first argument, the very first twinge of pain that opened another bruise within their hearts. She was fully conscious of the harm she was causing herself, but little did she realize how the young man's heart was also cracking. Jeonghan had already given her all the distance she had been silently pleading for. But still, it had never been enough and the memory of the moment her confession bruised each other—together with the tears she pretended not to notice—would forever be engraved in his heart.

Maybe that's why, upon arriving at their safe shelter, a part of her decided it was time to put an end to months of pain and insecurity. Maybe then he could find someone he really felt at home with.

It didn't mean she didn't still love him. She would probably never stop loving him, nor would Jeonghan ever stop loving her. After all, she had been the one who made him see the beauty of fall’s arrival. He had always hated the end of summer for all the silly reasons a child could think of (after all, he wouldn't be able to be on holidays anymore; he wouldn't play all day; he wouldn't be able to spend afternoons with her), but it had been she who had taught him to see beauty in the first fallen leaves. It didn't mean that as the years went by perhaps their hands wouldn’t meet again and their fingers would intertwine—much in the same way they had for the past nine years. Perhaps only time would be capable of healing everything, even a couple of hearts broken by a dark cloud that had taken its toll on the young woman by his side.

[anmerlondon]

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Review: Statues of Men share their newest storming indie-rock release ‘Kick Me’ infused with addictive riffs and hooks from start to finish

Not long off the heels of their smashing debut single ‘Choke’, the Pembrokeshire indie-rockers Statues of Men are back once again to tear apart the scene with their latest offering ‘Kick Me.’ Since they banded together in 2018, this four-piece have spent years carefully crafting their sound before gracing the world with everything they’ve perfected. Fearful of becoming literal statues of men if they don’t take their music seriously at full force, Statues of Men are a group who aren’t afraid to give it their all, and if anything they’re more terrified of becoming sucked into the mundane without giving it their all.

A resounding subdued guitar comes speeding into ‘Kick Me’, wielding behind it a wall of sound that doesn’t take long to unleash at its full intensity as clashing drums and a frantic guitar riff intertwine for an energetically tumbling introduction. This only slightly pairs back for the verses’ storming impact, stripping away the emphatic guitar riff and instead seeing their vocalist take the reigns with a clean but rich tone perfect for delivering a charismatic flair that only further complements the bounding energy of ‘Kick Me.’ The constant undertone of quickly strummed guitar is what propels ‘Kick Me’ forwards though, scarcely for a moment calming, instilling a constant adrenaline that makes the song all the more addictive. Just when you think things can’t get any more thrilling, Statues of Men take a moment in the bridge to reset the momentum, resting with lulling steady beats and occasional bright guitar strums that leave you waiting for their inevitable disruption. Soon pulled right back into the action, their quickly strummed guitar makes a return for one final climactic build to see things out into an explosive chorus sure to get you on your feet every single time. Statues of Men know how to build up a song and keep you hooked, and ‘Kick Me’ is surely one you won’t be able to get off repeat for weeks to come.

Volatile in sound, it’s no surprise that ‘Kick Me’ comes with an unhealthy narrative of unrequited love and obsession buried beneath its harsh tones and pounding spirits. As Statues of Men write about being desperate for someone's attention even so badly as to excessively seek it out despite it hurting, ‘Kick Me’ feels like a track struggling with self-worth, finding a sense of identity and appreciation in only the words of others even when they’re a negative influence. Lines like the aching chorus hook ‘kick me when I’m down ‘cause I’m used to bruises’ cling to a desperation to be seen, struggling to feel worthy of anything more when they’ve been so heavily put-down throughout their life. It’s clear their protagonist is one who’s never had a healthy love as lyrics like ‘there’s a spark in you and I, and I want attention from you even when you’re beating me up’ drip with red flags of a relationship clearly detrimental and erringly abusive. ‘Kick Me’ certainly bears a narrative a lot more weighty than it appears on its surface, and as such will likely relate to many who find themselves struggling with their confidence, finding comfort in partners’ who don’t value them as they fight to find themselves the same way Statues of Men are trying to. The message of ‘Kick Me’ isn’t a positive takeaway, if anything more of a harsh depiction of some of the darker struggles faced by many, but it still captures a reality of abuse and self-worth that will hopefully allow their audience to feel less alone whilst shedding a light on how they deserve better.

Check out ‘Kick Me’ for yourself here to enjoy the thunderous sound of Statues of Men as well as the more poignant lyrical journey that comes from their own life experiences.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Tegan Foley Photography

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator

[artsyaj99]

Lessons I Learned in 2022 🌹☘️✨⚡️

Since it is the start of the lunar new year I wanted to share what I learned in 2022 🗣

2022 a hell of year, but a lot of good things to come out of it and good people with clean souls and hearts ♥️

Healing is different for everyone and there is no time table to heal from things you cannot speak on. Things will trigger you emotions will rush in uncontrollably. Coming to terms and letting go of those dark times, memories, places and people so what will set you free. It will unlock new doors and create new emotions and dreams. Follow your passions not a title or status. You get what you give in this world 🌎 Love is kind love doesn’t hurt or hit or scream and yell. It nourishes it supports it cares and nurtures. It is patient it is beautiful, it genuine. I was told once I have no idea what love is and that was accurate.

He was right I was absolutely ~clueless~.

Piece by piece I unlearned, to relearn I took the necessary steps and time I needed to comprehend love. Not only loving myself but loving others and giving to others In the smallest of ways.

It doesn’t quit or give up. It doesn’t fade over time or distance and if you let it go it will come back ten fold if it’s true. If it’s real and if it’s unconditional. When you love someone you push them to be the best version of themselves you empower them. When they want to quit you don’t let them you support them. You keep your pinky promises no matter how juvenile they may seem. You keep them in your heart no matter where you go or what you have to face ahead. You confide in them you open up you embrace vulnerability. You get butterflies no matter how old you are. You don’t have to wear a mask or a facade because they know you stripped down bear bruised and bloody. They accept you for you.

You rise to the occasion no matter the storm. You are connected with them through thick and thin. In a partnership/relationship you embrace them with your words, kind words. You move mountains if you could just to see them smile. You recognize their weaknesses but illuminate their strengths. You love them for who they are you pray for their safety.

Resilience in the face of adversity is what breads beasts 🎯

Feed your passions, chase your dreams and hold what you love in your heart because tomorrow is never promised.

Burnouts are real and if you overwork yourself into oblivion they will happen ❤️

Perception is reality and you choose what to intake on a daily basis✨

Happiness isn’t gift wrapped neither is love you don’t get it in a box from Nordstrom’s 🔈

Mindset is everything so make it optimistic and fill it with what you need 🟢

Family isn’t always blood 🩸

Dreams don’t work unless you do ✨

It’s your round table so pick your seats and make sure you choose good company 💆🏻‍♀️

Don’t take life for granted you only have one ☝🏽

Smiling is better ❤️

If you give energy to negative shit your life isn’t gonna be positive 😶‍🌫️

Stress can and will kill, protect your peace ☮️

Most growth is conducted outside of your comfort zone exploring new places ☀️

Keep humanity human ❤️

Reincarnation = real try and tell me otherwise and if you don’t think so ✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽

You will watch nightmares unfold in this lifetime but how you handle them will always speak volumes ✨

Setting yourself on fire to keep others warm whom don’t deserve it will leave you with a tarnished soul ✨

Don’t be afraid of your shadow and to boss up when needed 🪢

It’s okay to ask for help and advice from people you trust ✨

Educate yourself on things that light fires in your soul 🌻

You are learning and perceiving knowledge of the outside world until the day you die ❤️

Be kind to others and treat them with the same respect you want to be treated with 💥

Perfection is a crack of shit and if you constantly are reaching for it you will never be happy in the now 🙊

Care for others help others no matter how big or small it goes a long way ❤️

Not everyone is out to get you, there are still good people in the world you just haven’t met them yet ✨

Young at heart in a old soul is the way to be don’t tell me otherwise ♣️

Take the wisdom your elders offer you they have learned through life experience and trial and error 🔂

Mistakes are human emotions are human it’s okay to be human ♥️

Normal is boring and lack luster 💥

You are your own critic 👍🏽

Some people were meant to stand out 🟢

What they don’t know they still can’t take and they take everything that makes you smile even if it’s a cat 🐱

Live in the present because the past is long gone and you cannot let it haunt you 💥

Trust in the universe and the plan that was paved for you by your ancestors and spiritual guides ☀️

The best years of your life haven’t happend yet 🌺

Trust the process and timing of life ✨

If someone puts their hands on you, don’t let it slide violence is never okay or the answer in times of chaos ✌🏽

You don’t always need your armor and it’s okay to put down the sword and pick up a pen 🖊

Everyone falls it’s how you get back up that matters 💥

The world can and will chew you up and spit you out if you give it the chance to ❄️

Everyone deserves a second chance ✨

Do not be a slave to the past it had no control over you and won’t if you don’t let it 🌈

It’s okay to start over but it’s never okay to give up 🌩

When life gives you lemons make limoncello and don’t be sour 🍋

It doesn’t have to make sense to others if it makes sense to you ✨

Not everyone deserves an explanation there is a method 🟢☑️

Not everyone wants to see you succeed, there are more people that benefit from your failures so watch closely and be observant 🌶

Time is the most valuable form of currency 💴

People are jealous of happiness above all else, some of the richest people are the loneliest souls 🥚

If you can’t recognize your worth and embrace your mistakes no one else will ✨

Prove them wrong, there will be people who doubt you don’t let them win 🥇

Failure is okay that’s how we learn and evolve 🙌🏼

Growth although necessary is uncomfortable 🥴

Vulnerability isn’t weak it’s how the whole hearted live. Better to be wholehearted then a prick 👍🏽

Be grateful for what you have around you and find joy in the smallest of things it will make life brighter ✨

Meditate for your soul 🧘🏻‍♀️

Uphold tradition and values for future generations , be a lion in a world plagued with sheep and try not to fall victim to society 🙉🙈🙊

Love yourself a little bit extra on bad days 🫂

Be the woman you always needed when you were younger for you 🐞

Educate yourself it never goes out of style 🫶🏼

Authenticity is the most beautiful foundation shade on the market 🌻

[lunapwrites]

Me: I'm going to draw Remus so fucking normal.

Also me: [proceeds to draw him looking like he's channelling Sirius.]

Me [sobbing/laughing/losing my mind]: so fucking normal.

No but seriously I have no idea why I keep doing this. Part of my issue is that at least in the LTL verse I HC him as having a really awkward big-bones-no-meat build and having hair that is actually quite nice, if a little frizzy, but it's long enough and not-curly enough that he can make it work. like he's supposed to be vaguely cute when he actually lets his guard down around you but also vaguely intimidating when he tries with this RBF that does not quit and like. super heavy brows that take effort to not be like >:| But this??? THIS????

WHO ARE YOU. WHY ARE YOU HOT. STOP IT.

all that happened was I decided "you know what? let's have him not tuck his hair behind his ear on the one side, that can't possibly make that big a diff-- I HAVE MADE A MISTAKE."

in the immortal words of Gaius van Baelsar: sUcH dEvAsTaTiOn! ThIs WaS nOt My InTeNtIoN!

if you'll excuse me i'll be having an existential crisis and doubting every artistic decision i have ever made in my life.

[freelancearsonist]

Oh, Bollocks

Steven Grant x gn!Reader

Rated PG for reader is a teacher, au where steven got promoted to tour guide and is living his Best Life, lots of fluff and pining

1,417 words

A/N: huge thank you to @aellynera for betaing, and to @winchestershiresauce for commissioning this story!! i hope you love it sara thank you 🥺🫶

Normally, you dread field trips.

Your class is just at the right age where they can actually engage like adults but act like toddlers, and for most poor employees at places frequented on field trips, the age range of your class is the one they dread the most.

You say a silent prayer for your poor tour guide as the bus parks out front, and then it’s off to the races. You have little to no hope that you’ll be able to wrangle in the legged cloud of prepubescent angst that filters out of the bus and up the steps into the museum.

But this time, it’s different. The man at the door doesn’t look at all annoyed to see the throng of preteens storming at him. He has a sweet smile on his (admittedly handsome) face and he actually looks… excited? That can’t be right. He must be new. Or incredibly drugged up.

“Hi, I’m Steven,” he introduces himself to you with a smile and a sweet little wave. “You must be the teacher.”

You try to meet the enthusiasm of his smile as you tell him your name, but your smile really isn’t real until he repeats your name—rolls the syllables around on his tongue like he’s committing the feel of it to memory.

“Are you new here? We come every year, but I don’t think I’ve ever met you.”

“Yes and no,” he tells you with a gentle smile. “Used to work in the gift shop, I did. But I suppose my boss got tired of my begging and finally promoted me to tour guide.”

He laughs with you—it’s a sweet, soft sound, and you don’t quite know how to process the fact that you would do nearly anything to hear again.

You write it off as simple fondness for the first tour guide you’ve met that doesn’t groan with contempt when they see you coming.

But it turns into more than that as you see how sweet he is with your kids. He keeps a watchful eye over the entire group and makes sure no one gets left behind, keeps them engaged better than even you can. You’re starting to think he must be some kind of wizard for how effortlessly he conducts a tour that even you, after years of hearing all the same information over and over, are completely captivated by.

It’s hard not to get lost in his enthusiasm for his craft—there’s really no better word for it than that. He’s perfected the art of the tour in a way that you didn’t know possible. His optimism and the pep in his step are intoxicating; you’d give just about anything for simply a drop of his energy.

“So, how did a gift shop worker get so good at giving tours?” You ask with a soft smile at lunch break.

“Oh.” He says it as if it’s a completely outlandish question—as if he doesn’t know he’s the best damn tour guide you’ve ever had the pleasure of following. How could he not know? He’s incredible. You’ve never met anyone quite like him.

“Umm… I s’pose it’s just luck?” He tells you with a shy chuckle. “I mean, I’ve always been rather fascinated by Egypt. Had a bit of a sleeping condition once, so I’d spend a lot of nights studying and the like.”

“I’ve been bringing my classes here for years, to the point where I practically had the whole tour spiel memorized,” you explain, unconsciously leaning closer to him. There’s just something so magnetic about him—all you want to do is crawl into his lap and listen to more stories of Egypt. “I didn’t think there was anything more for me to learn about Egypt. Until you, at least.”

Impossibly, his face grows even redder. “Oh, I’m sure there’s plenty of guides here that know more than I.”

“Nope,” you counter with confidence. “I know all of them by name. And actually… not a single one of them can stand my class.”

He actually looks scandalized at that remark. “What? Why wouldn’t they like you? You’re an absolute delight, you are.”

He seems to realize what he’s said just a moment too late and he goes to retract it, but you speak before he can second guess himself.

“It’s a difficult age group,” you explain. “They’re right at the point where they can actually learn and engage, but they refuse to do so. I’ve never seen anyone hold their attention the way you do. I don’t think even I can keep those kids so focused.”

“You’re full of compliments, aren’t you?” He chuckles. “I’m sure you’re much better than you give yourself credit for. I find it hard not to pay attention to you.”

There he goes again, using that innocent honesty and saying things that nearly make your heart stop. It’s not fair, how much power this man has with his words.

This time, you’re not quite sure how to reply. But he’s bolder now—he doesn’t make any effort to take it back. The proverbial ball is in your court.

You’re fumbling it. Seconds pass by like hours and is it too late to reply? What the hell should you say?

“You have a good face,” is what comes out, and you want to punch yourself in the head for it. “For being a tour guide, I mean! Very… oh, what the hell am I saying?”

You’re an absolute mess. You’re such an idiot and it was so stupid of you to ever think you might be able to make a somewhat smooth move on this beautiful man.

But instead of grimacing or scoffing like you expect him to, he giggles. “Why thank you. You have a good face, too.”

Thank god your lunch break is over, because you don’t really know how to recover from Steven Grant, sexy tour guide, telling you that you have a nice face.

 It’s another whole hour of you following him around like a lost puppy, clinging to his every word in a way that you haven’t listened to anyone since you were in college.

If there was any doubt left in your mind that you’re a total mess, there isn’t anymore. You don’t think you’ve ever simped for anyone so hard, especially not this fast, and you would be embarrassed about it if you were so taken aback.

This isn’t like you. You don’t fall in love with every cute bloke that flashes you a smile.

Steven’s different, though. In every way. He’s not like anyone you’ve ever known, and it’s impossible not to be drawn towards that aura of mystique. 

And suddenly the tour is wrapping around to the gift shop, and you know what that means.

You have maybe ten minutes before Steven leaves your life—for only a year, if you’re lucky. Or forever if he leaves his job, or you leave yours, or any infinite number of possibilities. You have ten minutes to make it count.

“Steven!” You say it a little too loud considering the fact that he’s standing right next to you, and you give a nervous smile and a quick apology that he’s quick to sweetly wave off.

But then you don’t say anything, and he quirks a brow slightly. “Did you have something you wanted to say, love?”

Oh god, the way he calls you “love”. You could melt into the floor right now and die happily, having heard him call you that.

“S-sorry,” you try to recover. “I just wanted to ask… y’know, if you’re not busy…”

He senses your struggle, and a sudden surge of confidence washes over him.

“Would you like to get dinner with me tonight?”

You stand with your mouth opening and closing like a fish’s for a solid second before regaining control of your jaw long enough to tell him, “yes, please, I’d like that very much.”

He suddenly looks shy, as if he wasn’t even remotely expecting you to say yes. “I’ve got one more tour today, but perhaps I can pick you up after school is out?”

“Yeah,” you grin with an eager nod. “Yes, that sounds perfect. I can’t wait.”

And then you regain awareness of your students, and the fact that your entire class is currently dead-silent and staring at you and Steven with wide eyes.

“Oh, bollocks,” he whispers with a giggle.

“Oh bollocks indeed.”

THE END

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[bangfantanfic]

Bring The Fire: 1

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, yandere behaviour. if I missed anything please let me know.

Genres: yandere, romance, Royal!Au, Isekai

Seven men lined up before the emperor, all dressed in materials worth more than the life of most others in the room. They were attractive, standing out like a sore thumb. Despite the sheen of sweat coating their faces and their messy hair, they still were stunning. They had all spent their early morning training, only taking a break after they were all called to meet their father. 

The princes tended to avoid their father, they found him to be too cocky, he clearly believed himself to be a God among humans-- even if he hadn’t been born into royalty. Their father, Emperor Munpyo, had been born a poor farmer on the outskirts of their nation, he always believed himself be destined for a better life. It didn't happen quick enough, so he took his fate into his own hands.

“I was just like you all when I was younger,” The emperor hummed fondly. “Running amok, terrorising my neighbours.” A wisp of a smile ghosting his lips at old memories. His fond remembrance didn't last long before his features hardened once more, his gaze running along the line of his sons. “But you are sons of the Emperor, we have the public's eyes on us-- especially on the seven of you!” His voice boomed, making his sons wince. 

“I cannot afford to lose all my hard work,” He sneered. “You are all replaceable, remember this.” 

The princes scowled, nodding limply as they bowed their heads in apology. Usually the Emperor didn’t care to involve himself in his sons affairs, he let them do as they pleased, just as he would. After his wife's favourite Lady-in-waiting was found dead, and now his favourite butler, he had decided to step in. Honestly, he didn’t care too much about the glorified maid, she irked him anyway. But his butler? That's where he drew the line. He didn't like his things ruined.

His sons had been out of control for sometime now. By the time each of them hit their teen years a sudden wave of sadistic energy took over. Not to say they were angelic children, they had always been awful. They just seemed to be getting worse as the days went on. And sure, maybe the Emperor should have stepped in, tried to set them straight, but he was just far too busy, and besides, that was why he hired the nannies. It wasn’t his job. He blamed those old hags for how his boys turned out. 

“I have decided, I will find you all brides. I want you all married by the end of this year,” he informed his sons. “It settled me, I’m sure it’ll do the same for you all.” He finished confidently. 

“Father, this is so drastic--” 

“My decision is final, Namjoon. A ball will be held at the end of the week for you all to be introduced to possible suitors.” 

After the meeting with their father, most of the princes retreated to their rooms. The youngest three had decided to go back to training. Jeongguk was hoping to be involved in any possible wars, maybe even lead his own battalion if he could prove himself. But for now, he settled on practice. Practicing until his limbs were numb and limp. Until he was better than his brothers combined.

“Hyung isn’t happy about the death of that old guy.” Jeongguk warned his older brothers, one eye shut while the other squinted. His arm drawn back, trying to perfect his aim.

Archery wasn’t his personal favourite, but his father insisted on all his sons being well-rounded. He had heard Namjoon’s booming voice that morning, asking where everyone was, so Jeongguk had taken that as his que to leave before being interrogated. His plan had worked then, but then their father had called a meeting. He was sure that Namjoon knew where to find them, he had just hoped he would be too angry to bother. Yet now he could see the middle son storming through the yard, rage etched into his face. 

“Idiots, all three of you!” Namjoon hissed, pointing at the three younger men. “It’s your fault!” 

“We were just having fun, it’s not our fault he died.” Jimin shrugged, the sound of metal on metal ringing throughout the training yard. 

“Besides, he was a thief. Father would have done the exact same thing.” Taehyung added, his eyes narrowing as Jimin’s blade narrowly missed his face.

“Watch out idiot, you almost damaged my beauty!” The taller of the two hissed, swinging the thin sword at Jimin’s face. The shorter man narrowly dodged his brother's swing. 

“Oh please, it was damaged the day you were born!” He taunted making the other snarl. “Now focus before I do some real damage.” 

Namjoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. How his brothers were so unbothered by their fathers decision was beyond him. He personally had no intentions of marrying, as long as he had women around he had no need to settle. Besides, the man they had killed wasn't just a butler, but their fathers trusted messenger.

“That was fathers favourite butler, you couldn’t have, oh I don’t know, amputated another fucking person, someone he wouldn’t have noticed?” He groaned, wanting nothing more than to rip the swords out of their hands and start swinging at the fools. 

Jeongguk rolled at the bickering, stomping over to the target. He tugged out the arrows, turning on his heel to watch his older brothers practice their ‘technique’. They were all gifted swordsmen, but the two often fooled around more than they actually trained and now had to be supervised by the youngest of the seven. Which, in Jeongguk’s opinion was ridiculous, he was constantly reminded that he had no authority over anyone-- or well, at least not his brothers. Nobody listened to him. 

“I didn’t even do anything.” Jeongguk huffed in defence, arms crossing over his chest. He was sick of being blamed for his brothers mistakes. 

Namjoon shot him a glare, making the younger shrink back. If there was one brother Jeongguk was truly afraid of, it was him. Namjoon was too smart for his own good, it seemed like he knew everything about anything, except how to control his moods.

“Don’t be a kiss-ass Gukkie.” Taehyung scoffed, his eyes still glued to Jimin who seemed to be trying to decapitate the him. 

Hanging up his equipment Jeongguk adjusted the material around his forehead before announcing he was leaving, but Namjoon too busy yelling at the two to listen to him, and the two were too engrossed in trying to cut each other apart they didn’t hear, or more likely, didn't care. He knew by the time it came to dinner the two would be bloody and bruised. 

//present day// 

Exhausted was an understatement. You wanted sleep, you needed food, and you needed your home. But home for you was the backseat of your shitty car.

You were almost a month behind on your phone bills, your employer was a dodgy old woman who was happy to take her sweet time to pay you, often guilting you to put off giving you a cheque. You couldn’t even afford a room at a residence, you hadn’t been paid in a month, and your savings had been bled dry. You were completely broke, and alone. 

How pathetic. 

You had spent your days looking for work, applying for every place you passed by. And as night pulled in and your hunger had reached a new level of painful, you finally felt defeated for the day. 

This city had won, it had chewed you up and spat you out.

You had moped back to your car, having scored yourself expired food that a convenience store was about to toss into the trash. They had clearly pitied you, agreeing to give you the packaged food, they didn’t even charge you for it. You had almost skipped to your car before realising the food was far more expired than you had anticipated-- but food was food at this point. 

You had driven out of the city, back to the small camping ground you had set up as home. You were thankful that it was empty-- nobody was camping this time of year, winter wasn’t exactly prime camping time, even if you were camping in your car. The emptiness saved you the embarrassment. A jobless, homeless dropout. 

What would your mother say if she saw you now?

You inhaled your dinner, ignoring the off taste, chasing it down with water. You had parked yourself close to the public bathrooms saving yourself a hike there and back. Grabbing your change of clothes and towel, keeping your feet covered with your slippers, you weren’t going to risk foot fungus, but at this point luck was clearly not on your side. 

After a barely heated shower, you stood in your warmest PJ’s, eyes narrowed in on your reflection as you abused your poor gums. You had an awful habit of brushing your teeth too aggressively, you didn't feel clean otherwise.

Perhaps, for once, your mother had been right. You remember her always being in your ear as a child. Telling you to marry young, find a rich man-- a doctor, or maybe a lawyer! A CEO would be the best choice, she would always mumble. You’d live easy, no worries. He would provide you with every comfort you needed, and you could take care of her too. You had always promised her you would take the best care of her. She would laugh, and with heavy sarcasm agree, “of course you will honey.” 

You got older. You wanted to fend for yourself, you didn’t need, nor want, a husband to wait on. You wanted to earn your own money, become a doctor and look after your family by yourself-- not because of some man. You could achieve anything a man could, why was your mother so insistent on you relying on them?

Maybe she knew you were going to fail. You failed your first semester, had a mental breakdown and dropped out. You regretted it, you wished you had kept trying, and now you were stuck looking for jobs you’d hate because you couldn’t be picky, and hating every waking moment of it.

You sighed, spitting into the sink before rinsing. “I hate when that woman is right.” 

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A/N: it’s not as long as I would have liked it to be, but it’s just a quick beginning so we can get into the drama! Tags are open. Feedback is appreciated greatly 💕 thank you for reading

[transphilza]

on this cwilbur birthday we are appreciating this quote from the wilbur van cause it’s my favorite

Wilbur’s mind worked like a firework. He would have intense flashes of an idea and a storm-like energy coupled with it but found it hard to maintain that energy further into his work. It was as if two minds sat in his skull, one who sat dormant on a lounging recliner, sipping gently on lemonade and watching the mess through two miopic windows. The other half sat at the helm; clueless, scared but confident.

it’s so him it’s so. his mind launching him into wild plans that thrill and terrify him at the same time Always gets me. like holy fucking shit it’s such an eloquent and precisely accurate way to describe him and it’s visible in literally Everything he does. the way he is constantly scanning and analyzing (reminds me of “i am a slow burning fuse”) until he suddenly bursts into fire and energy with some elaborate idea, the way he’s intensely passionate and ambitious but when things go wrong he explodes and burns out completely, leaving nothing but smoke and ash. what a perfect comparison wilbur soot you have created a masterpiece

[blooming-violets]

Perhaps the reader and Peter always running into each other at the same coffee shop? I'm a sucker for that type of stuff. Also, your mood boards are gorgeous!

Appreciate you! Enjoy your weekend! 💕

Fall In Love With Me

Song: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie

It’s another rainy moodboard because I’m a slut for the rain. 

A loud clap of thunder echoed off the tall buildings. 

Heavy rained poured from the sky. Despite trying your best to hide under your hood, your clothes were completely soaked through as you sprinted towards your favorite coffee spot. 

Someone jogging opposite you reached the door first and quickly pulled it open for you, opting to stay a few seconds out in the storm longer than they had to for your comfort. You ran inside with a shiver. 

“Thank you,” you said through chattering teeth. 

As you turned to smile at him, you were greeted with the face of a familiar stranger. It seemed every time you got coffee the two of you would run into each other. You figured you must be on similar schedules. Still, his presence caused you to laugh. 

He cocked an amused eyebrow up at you, “Are you stalking me?”

“I could ask you the same thing. At this point I think we’re ready to take this relationship to the next step and move in together.” You joked and pushed your hood off. It hadn’t done much good as strands of wet hair hung in your face and tickled your forehead. 

He chuckled, “Peter. I’m Peter.” 

“I know. I’ve heard them call your name a million times at this point. I also know you prefer your coffee with cream and two sugars.” You shrugged with a smile. “As if I didn’t need to add to the stalker thing any more than I already have. 

“Oh, good. I thought I was the creep because I knew your name and coffee order too. Turns out we’re both a couple a weirdos.” He stepped up to the counter. Peter ordered his drink and then perfectly ordered your usual as well. He handed the man working his card to pay for both the drinks. 

You had to admit that his confidence was very charming. You felt a stirring of butterflies in your stomach when he glanced over his shoulder to smile back at you. 

“You should find us a seat,” he whispered in a mock hurry. “Before they’re all taken.” 

The two of you were the only ones in the shop besides the man behind the counter. You laughed softly and turned to pick a spot by the big glass window at the front. A crack of lighting lit up the grey sky and was almost immediately followed by a clap of thunder. You smiled at the sight. You loved a good storm and this window gave you a perfect view.  

Peter slid into the chair across from you and handed over your drink, “You’re one of those people who find joy in storms?” He took a tentative sip of coffee, judging the heat, while keeping his eyes trained on you over his cup. 

You gave him a little nod, “What’s not to love about them? As long as you’re inside they’re fun to witness. Doesn’t the energy in the air make you feel alive?”

“Your eyes light up when you talk about it.” A blush rose on his cheeks as if he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. A single drop of water fell off his hair and rolled down his nose. He wiped it away with a wet sleeve. 

You found yourself admiring him from across the table. He was someone you could stare at for hours and never get bored of. The more you looked at him, the more you wanted to keep him in your sights. Peter. You repeated his name in your head and liked the way it sounded. You wanted to say it out loud. Hear his name on your lips. “What do you do for work, Peter?” You were right. You loved the way it felt. 

“I’m a freelance photographer. I work for the Daily Bugle. It doesn’t pay much but it’s fun.” He paused. “Actually that’s a lie. It’s not fun at all. I hate it there but the job allows me to have a flexible schedule.” 

“Then why is it that you’re always buying coffee at the same as me every day?” You took a small sip, curious to hear his answer. 

Peter smiled and bashfully looked down at the table, “Maybe you’re a very predictable person and I happen to plan my coffee breaks around yours? Or maybe it’s fate?” 

You gasped and gave him a smile, “So you’re the stalker. I’m glad that mystery is solved. It lead to free coffee and nice conversation with a stranger. If you’re lucky, maybe by the time the rain lets up, you’ll no longer hold the stranger title.” 

“Then let’s hope it rains for a long, long time.”

[blzzrdstryr]

Darling escaping - Mondstadt girls edition

Inspired by a request I got, will do edition for other characters in the future.

Starring: Amber, Eula, Jean, Lisa, Rosaria

Reader is gender neutral

CW: Yandere themes, confinement, drugging

Amber

It’s highly unlikely that Amber will confine you, but if it reaches that point, then she will try to be as understanding as possible. Being kidnapped is hard and stressful, it’s OK if you hit and yell at her, she gets you, you’re scared and anxious, she will let it slide.

The same goes for any failed escape attempts, Amber will maintain that sweet-saccharine-I-am-not-mad-at-you-please-stop-crying-and-screaming persona very well. She will be very mad of course, partially at you, mostly at herself.

She keeps you confined in the cottage in the middle of the forest - Amber, unlike you, has a vast experience of navigating among the wilderness, so she can almost always recapture you with ease, years spent tracking and hunting lending well in her search.

You will have to be quick and clever if you want to escape - you can’t dwell in one place for too long, nor can you leave any mark in hurry - Amber will use them to deduce your path and location.

You will also have to avoid major cities and settlements - Knights of Favonius have a good reputation and Amber is known for her upstanding nature, she can lie to locals that you’re dangerous escaped criminal or confused and troubled victim who wandered to far for their own good, and have you presented on the platter.

Once she drags you back, she will start to think about escape-proofing the cottage. She might also buy a chain, long enough to let you wander in most of the room. Don’t worry she’ll let you out, she just needs to install new sets of locks on every door in your house.

Eula

The day when she finally loses an internal battle and kidnaps you is the day when both you and Eula start to hate her intensely. Just like Amber, she also tries to be understanding, yet it’s hard. She can sometimes snap back or glare at you with that cold look, which will sink your already drowning sympathies even further.

Escape attempts will be met quite poorly, Eula understands that you’re terrified and stressed and don’t want to be anywhere near her, yet it hurts so badly she loses control. She will say a couple of very insidious and bitter things, as she drags you back, her hold on you a tad too forceful not to be painful.

You will most likely be confined in her mansion - Lawrences might be universally despised by all of Mondstadtians, yet they’re also filthy rich and people have a hard time saying no to shiny mora. You will be allowed to wander in a couple of rooms with all the necessities in your reach.

She won’t allow you to have any maids or servants though - her reputation is already low, and letting a third person in on this dangerous secret will definitely be her downfall.

That’s why she wastes no time when she sees rooms she kept you in empty. Eula will bolt out of the house, uncaring how she might look to others as her mind races, searching for your possible routes.

Your best bet is staying inside or close to major settlements. As it was said before, Mondstadtian despise Lawrences, and Eula isn’t an exception to that. She might be a respected Knight of Favonius, but if you act distressed enough others will question her motives and deter her from grabbing you back.

If you somehow happen to be in the wilderness it’s already over for you. Eula spends most of her time outside the city gates, she is very familiar with the terrains and forests, so she navigates them pretty well. No matter how fast or long you run, she will get you back.

Eula will act extra callous and cold after your failed escape, her heart aching at the fact that you were that desperate to be anywhere but with her.

Jean

Jean is far from being an intense yandere, she will confine you only if she believes that you can’t live comfortably by yourself.

One of the perks of being a highly respected acting grandmaster is that no one really questions her decisions. Even Diluc, who left and now despises the knights, acknowledges how responsible and hardworking she is.

She will convince others that you’re mentally unwell, that you need care and patient guidance to even function, and so she will pressure you into becoming her protege.

None of your words about Jean’s true nature will be taken seriously - acting grandmaster is a kind, hardworking and responsible leader, she does everything in the name of others’ well-being. How can you accuse Jean of something like this?

Moreover, your words will be used against you, as she will present them as a proof of your fragile mental state - you must be deeply delusional to think of your caretaker so badly and poorly, blaming her for things she had no hand in.

You will be “gently” reminded to stay with Jean in her own house,a knight always patrolling near the building when she has work to do. Unlike most yanderes, Jean will allow you to freely wander in the house and courtyard, yet nothing more.

If you escape, you should probably head to the next nation, without stopping in any of the Mondstadt settlements - Jean’s reach is far and wide.

She will dispatch the group of knights, ordering them to safely retrieve you back into her arms - “[First] is scared and confused”, she’ll tiredly sigh and ask them to be gentle with you upon your recapture.

She won’t punish you once you’re back, no she will be calm and collected, despite the inner storm - she has to keep the mask up, both for you and others. You will find two knights on the daily patrol though.

Lisa

Lisa can appear very lazy and careless at first glance, but she is far from that. The witch is the best graduate of Sumeru academy in two centuries and an expert at potion making. She’s also very good at her time management and has a spark of ingenuity, which makes your escape highly unlikely.

First of all, you will be pumped full of sedative drugs, if you aren’t compliant and broken enough - Lisa would like to think that you’re all nice and obedient, but she can’t.

She will slip drugs in your food and water, sometimes she will force the syringe needle under your skin, if you realize what she’s doing and start being difficult.

With the substances muddling your mind you will be as helpless and weak as a newborn kitten, unable to make three steps in a straight line.

With you being constantly high Lisa doesn’t have to stress over your escape - she just needs to lock all windows and doors and add a bit of silencing charms so no one can hear your angered screams.

It would be an incredibly simple, yet perfect plan if it wasn’t for drug resistance. Over time your body will start to adapt to the influence of her “potions”, and you will need a higher dose to be rendered helpless and incoherent again.

You will realize this once the terrible mix of withdrawal and clarity of mind hits you. Half-bent and squirming you will slip from your cell and start to run.

It’s highly unlikely you will go far, especially during withdrawal, but your best chance of escaping lies into contacting any human settlement - you will appear very sick and distressed and they’ll have no choice but take you in and let you endure the incoming torture under the safety of the house.

Once your body is clean, you should run, as far as possible, you should also change your clothes - Lisa marked the ones she kept you in with her electro energy, making you easier to detect.

If she gets you back, she’ll start switching between different kinds of sedatives, so you don’t develop resistance. Lisa will also add a couple of locks and a long chain to her purchases.

Rosaria

Rosaria, to her own dismay, doesn’t own any fancy mansion to keep you in, the house that she lives in is small and cramped as she uses the place to just sleep and keep the little of what she owns here.

This house, despite its small size, has a cellar - it’s empty and unused, with cobwebs decorating the corners. It’s perfect for keeping you in, when you’re difficult.

Don’t worry the cellar is the last resort - Rosaria will confide you here, if you act extra defiant and disobedient. On most days, you’re free to wander in that small house, and if you act extra nice, the nun will let you out under her strict supervision.

She will however, install a long chain and cuff it around your leg when she has to leave for a job.

You can run away from her in two instances, when she decides to go for a short walk with you, and when she is away, if you are able to unscrew or loosen the chain enough for your feet to slip.

If you escape during your walk, you better be an excellent runner, because Rosaria is fast. You will have to compete not only in speed, but also endurance and stamina with her, because Rosaria can run for a very long time, especially when she’s chasing you.

If you escape when she’s away your task gets infinitely easier, you’ll just need to make your way to Mondstadt and make your accusations - Rosaria isn’t very popular here, nor does she have a great image, so your words will hold some weight.

Whether she is found guilty or innocent, it will provide enough time for you to leave the city and head for the neighbouring nation.

If Rosaria gets you back, then you can forget about seeing a sunlight for a very long time, she will keep you chained in the cellar for at least two weeks as a punishment.