#but my taste is my taste and i fear i cannot change that

[willdoeswrite]

Taking Command

Ash and smoke fill the air, hanging in thick, lung-burning stacks. Dick stumbles and leans against a wall, taking a few valuable seconds to catch his breath. His limbs cry out in pain for him to stop, the taste of iron fills his mouth, and the burning in his side gets more concerning as he continues. Looking out on the city is surreal, hundreds of buildings barely standing with flames engulfing what��s left.

Dick and the others don’t know the full story of what is happening, but some alien force decided it was time to invade Earth. According to Bruce, it wasn’t just Gotham for a change; it was everywhere. No one would believe him, but Dick knows he heard a tinge of fear in Bruce’s voice during the briefing. Which was more concerning than the alien invasion.

“Steph, come in!” Barbara’s voice fills his ears from his comm link, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Duke needs help on Dawson Street. You are the closest to him. The military is closing in on that location and we need to hold it till they get there!”

“I’m fine!” Duke’s exhausted voice shouts over the comms. “I can handle this. You need to find out about Jason. He went dark ten minutes ago, and I cannot get ahold of him!”

“This is getting out of hand; we need to regroup or fall back!” Stephanie pleads. “Cass got hit. We patched her up, but I don’t think we can hold this position much longer.”

“Bruce said hold your positions,” Tim chimes in, flying overhead in the BatJet and shooting down several alien ships. Dick covers his head as debris falls around him. “We need to buy enough time for the city to be evacuated.”

“We know, Tim,” Harper states, the sound of gunfire leaking through her radio. “But we cannot evacuate the city if we are overrun and killed. I agree with Steph; we need to regroup and try a new plan.” The next few seconds are filled with bickering over the comms as everyone tries to come up with an answer.

Dick looks down from his building and sees the military in a skirmish with several dozen aliens as civilians desperately try to escape. All the explosions, gunfire, screams, and arguing clash inside his head, refusing to let him think. He feels a heat rise in his chest as his breathing quickens, the pain in his side dulling as his body ignores it.

“Everyone shut it!” Dick shouts into the comms, the bickering almost immediately stopping. Dick picks up his escrima sticks and prepares his grapple gun. “Bruce told us to hold Gotham while evacuations are still going, and that is what we are going to do!” He fires the grapple hook, and it attaches to a nearby building.

“Duke, I am on my way to back you up,” Dick states, gliding down the taut rope and onto the new building. “Tim, I want you to do some runs and bail out Steph and Cass. Barbara, Harper, Jason was two blocks down by the Liberty Center. I want you to reposition there and locate Todd and get his comms back up. Everyone understand?”

“Understood!” everyone shouts in unison.

“We swore to protect these people and until this is over, that is our only goal. We accomplish our goal or die trying, and if you die…” Several aliens land and surround Dick, their electro weapons release a loud hum as electricity arcs and crackles. Dick grips his escrima sticks and readies himself. “Get back up.”

[bumblebeehug]

maybe i'm a sad boring little single girl, but i can't for the love of me enjoy established relationship fics. i've tried, hell, i've written two, but in one of them i killed happy so the focus wasn't the relationship, and the other one was literally just natsu planning a date: no dialogue, not even any interactions with lucy. i'm sorry but you might actually catch me dead before i start writing serious established nalu fics. SAVE PERHAPS a short pregnancy drabble. MAYBE. MAYHAPS. don't hold your breath though

[whiteobsidian]

cyra's loa guide

this will be my first and last post about how to manifest. i’ve gotten many asks on what loa is, how to manifest and if they can manifest xyz. there are hundreds of guides on tumblr on how to manifest, here is mine. i hope this can be helpful to any one discovering loa or a comforting post to those who doubt themselves. with that being said, do not go in my inbox and ask how to manifest and if you can. everything is here in this post,

xx,cyra

What is the Law of Assumption?

the law of assumption is a universal law that states that whatever you assume to be true, is true. This law is always working, it can never stop working as 90% of our thoughts are assumptions. Assumptions can be created by our circumstance, perception, and opinions of the world around us.

What is an Assumption? 

The google definition of an assumption is “a thing that is accepted as true or as certain to happen, without proof”, meaning that you assume something as true without having proof in front of you to support that statement.

An example of assumptions are:

“The weather is always hot here”

“I’m not good enough to do this”

“People who dress casually don’t care about their appearance”

Assumptions can be menial or controversial, it doesn't matter what they are, you just need to realize you assume the things in your life all the time.

What is the Subconscious and Conscious mind?

The subconscious mind is a part of the brain that is not focally aware (it can’t see!).  This part of your brain is always consuming information from you , it stores long term memories, beliefs, and assumptions without you being aware of it. It acts on the assumptions you repeatedly persist in and it does not care if the assumption is true or false, it works on what you focus on most. 

The conscious mind is the part of your mind that you are aware of. This part controls your logical/active thinking. Here you make decisions, set goals, analyze situation, and focus attention on tasks or subjects. Here you consciously decide and identify with your desire and choose affirmations and/or visualizations to ‘impress’ your subconscious mind. 

In summary, The conscious helps you set the intention of your desire and the subconscious mind absorbs this intention, aligns your feelings, and works to create the reality to match it. 

What is the 3D and 4D?

The 3D is the physical reality you perceive with your senses( smell, touch, see, taste, hear). It is a mirror that reflects your inner state.

The 4D is your imagination and inner consciousness (your awareness that exists beyond consciousness and/or the true self separate from external influence). 

Awareness is is your true self ( sometimes considered God or Creator), it operates in the 4D.

Ego is your human identity, bound to logic, past experiences, and physical senses. The ego cannot perceive the workings of the 4D and may have fear/doubts. 

Time and Detachment

 Manifestation is instant. Your inner world is creating the outer world, and as soon as you change your assumptions and feelings, the outer reality shifts.

The 3D world doesn’t control you,  it reflects you. While you interact with it, don’t accept it as your ultimate reality. If circumstances frustrate you, allow yourself to feel those emotions but remind yourself that they’re remnants of an old state. Let doubts or fears arise naturally. Instead of arguing with yourself and getting frustrated, let the thoughts pass and know these doubts have no affect on your desires.

 Time is an irrelevant concept because the moment you assume the feeling of the wish fulfilled, the manifestation has taken place, and is finished. 

The inner you/4D does not experience time, you have it instantly. Do not be bound by your physical reality, that is not your true self. 

What is a state?

A state is the mental and emotional condition you are in. It reflects your beliefs, assumptions, and feelings about yourself and your desire. The goal in manifestation is to consciously shift your state of already having your desires. The key is to embody the feelings and thoughts of the desired state. Understand that your inner world shapes your outer experience. For instance, if you want to manifest abundance, you need to live in the state of abundance by feeling and thinking as though you are already wealthy.

The state of fulfillment is the feeling that what you want is already true in your life. In this state you are confident and assured that your desires have already materialized. This state will feel natural and effortless (as manifestation should be).

You can change your state by changing your thoughts, feelings, and assumptions on your desire.  

How do I manifest?

Step 1: Decide What You Want

Get clear on your desire. 

Step 2: Assume It Is Already Yours

Imagine yourself already having your desire. Use the phrase: “I am/have [your desire].”

Step 3: Feel It as True

Experience the feeling of already having it. It’s not about forcing emotions but genuinely dwelling in the state where your desire is fulfilled.

Step 4: Let It Be

After assuming your desire, release the need to “make it happen” in the 3D. Trust that it is already yours and will reflect externally. 

Can I manifest xyz?

Yes. you can manifest whatever you want, it doesn’t matter if it seems unrealistic or impossible, you can still manifest whatever you want. You perceive some desires as big or unattainable because of societies own assumptions on it. You don’t need to suffer to get good things, you don’t need to work, or change your circumstance to get good things. It all relies on your thoughts.  

How do I persist?

To persist means that you stay firm in your assumption that your desire has already manifested, regardless of any circumstances, fears, and doubts. When you persist, you acknowledge that doubts and fears may appear, but you don’t give up on your belief in your desired outcome. In essence, you're just reminding yourself that you have your desire. You can live in the end, affirm, visualize, script etc, or anyway you want to persist.

 Persistence is about consistency. This doesn’t mean obsessing over your desires, but consistently maintaining your belief in the manifestation.

Remind yourself that your desire has already manifested in the 4D, and your 3D reality is simply catching up. 

Void State

The void state is pure consciousness (or pure awareness), free from physical senses and 3D distractions. Entering this state is about detaching from external reality and focusing solely on your awareness. This can happen at any time with practice. Relax your body, let go of external thoughts, and place your awareness on your inner state. The void is where you realize your infinite creative power as awareness.

Who is Neville Goddard?

Goddard was a teach and author known for teaching the powers of manifestation, imagination, and consciousness. His principles align heavily with the Law of Assumption and we continue to use his teaching's today.

Imagination

Goddard taught that imagining a scene as though it already happened is the key to manifesting it in reality. He believed that our imaginations is the force behind everything in life. You don’t need external validation or techniques to manifest,  simply need to shift your inner state.

God is within You

Goddard taught that God is not a separate from us but rather the power of awareness  within all of us. If you identify as someone who has what they desire, your outer world will reflect that identity. He referred this to the “I AM” state, which is the force of universe.

“Man is all imagination, and God is man and exists in us and we in Him.”

Feeling is the Secret

According to Goddard, our feelings are the key to manifestation. The feeling of already having your desire ‘impresses’ our subconscious mind, which then brings it into reality. Feel as though you already have what you desire (because you do.)

Living in the End

This means that we should feel and think as though your desire has already come true. For example, let’s say you want a job, think and feel how you would if you had the job. Go straight to the end. You only need to repeatedly assume the feeling of already having what you want. 

Techniques you can use to Manifest: 

Imagination

Your imagination is the creative power of your awareness. When you close your eyes and visualize, you are stepping into the 4D. Create scenes that imply your desire is fulfilled and dream in them.

Scripting

Write out your desires as if they’ve already happened. Example: “I am so grateful to have my dream job. I feel fulfilled and excited every day.”

Affirmations

Affirmations are simple statements of what you want as if it’s already true. Example: “I am loved,” or “I have everything I desire.” Make sure to repeat affirmations you resonate with.

Revision

Rewrite past experiences in your imagination. For instance, if you had a bad day, imagine it going exactly how you wanted instead. This changes your assumptions about reality.

Circumstances don’t matter. The 3D is only showing remnants of old assumptions. Stay faithful to your new state.

Extra/Rant:

You don't need a technique to manifest, you can affirm once or affirm hundreds of times for hours : you still get your desire.

If you keep asking yourself why you don't have your desire, then you don't completely understand it. i've explained it as much as I could.

be kind to yourself, don't beat yourself up. manifestation should be easy, if it's hard you're putting too much pressure on yourself.

my beliefs on manifestation may not align with yours, that's fine. this is just how i perceived it in my years in the community.

You can manifest whatever you want, yes you can. It doesn’t matter what it is and how crazy it sounds, you can manifest it. yes you can manifest out of thin air, multiple things at once, etc. there is no limit in manifestation. Manifestation is real, LOA is real, it isn’t my job to convince you, that is your decision. Stop asking me for permission, stop asking period, all you need to do is assume. Let this be your sign, just decide, right now that you have everything you want. You and your mind are not separate beings, your mind is you, you control everything! Everything is in your hands, use it.

happy new year and live you dream life.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  nosferatu  (2024),  directed  by  robert  eggers.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ come to me. ❜

❛ a guardian angel. a spirit of comfort. spirit of any celestial sphere. anything. hear my call. ❜

❛ you wakened me from an eternity of darkness. ❜

❛ you are not for the living. you are not for human kind. ❜

❛ and shall you be one with me ever-eternally? ❜

❛ come here. there’s nothing to be afraid of. ❜

❛ i wish i could stay, my love. ❜

❛ why have you killed these beautiful flowers? ❜

❛ i must tell you my dream. ❜

❛ i’d never been so happy as that moment… as i held hands with death. ❜

❛ i wish you to have all you deserve. ❜

❛ you mustn’t leave. i love you too much. ❜

❛ i will stay with you until you are fast asleep. ❜

❛ uh, forgive me. i only wish to stay one night. ❜

❛ by god’s name, never speak of that castle. ❜

❛ i banish you, i banish you with garlic. ❜

❛ beware of his shadow. ❜

❛ the shadow covers you in a nightmare. ❜

❛ you are late. the midnight hour has passed. ❜

❛ i wish you to do as i request. ❜

❛ i will be addressed as the honor of my blood demands it.❜

❛ speak not of it again! ❜

❛ take heed what you do. ❜

❛ i might ease your wound. ❜

❛ come by the fire. ❜

❛ your face shows you unwell. ❜

❛ do you ever feel at times as if you were not… as if you were not a person? ❜

❛ look at the sky. look at the sea. does it never call to you, urge you? ❜

❛ you are fortunate in your love. ❜

❛ now are we neighbors. ❜

❛ it is late. you must wish to retire. ❜

❛ i have been enduring the most irregular dreams. i fear i am taken ill. ❜

❛ it is a black omen to journey in poor health. you will remain and well rest yourself. ❜

❛ dream of me. only me. ❜

❛ oh, he’s coming to me. ❜

❛ i cannot resist you, my love. ❜

❛ i am no one. i am his servant. ❜

❛ look, this is a pretty one. his lordship likes the pretty ones… ❜

❛ you are lost in his shadow. ❜

❛ soon i will no longer be a shadow to you. ❜

❛ soon our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one. ❜

❛ i have not failed your lordship! ❜

❛ embrace me, my boy. i am so rejoiced to see you. ❜

❛ my dear creature, yes, i am he, and i am hither come to help you. ❜

❛ my dreams grow darker. ❜

❛ does evil come from within us or from beyond? ❜

❛ i shall persist to join you every night… first in sleep, then in your arms. ❜

❛ everything will be mixed with abomination, and you’ll be knee-deep in blood. ❜

❛ you are promised to me! ❜

❛ i will end this plague. this devil. ❜

❛ he hasn’t found you. ❜

❛ i feared i’d never see you again. ❜

❛ you shall crave of me nothing. ❜

❛ the bells of dawn shall toll in despair of my coming. and i shall taste of you. ❜

❛ pray, forgive me for all the troubles i have caused you. ❜

❛ i am only glad you have become yourself again. ❜

❛ may i… stay with you tonight? ❜

❛ this creature is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself. ❜

❛ i have seen things in this world that would’ve made isaac newton crawl back into his mother’s womb. ❜

❛ i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel. ❜

❛ if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists. ❜

❛ i have felt you crawling like a serpent in my body. ❜

❛ love is inferior to you. ❜

❛ i told you, you are not of humankind. ❜

❛ i am an appetite. nothing more. ❜

❛ i lay within the darkest pit. till you did wake me, enchantress, and stirred me from my grave. ❜

❛ you are my affliction. ❜

❛ i care nothing of your afflictions. ❜

❛ yet even now we are fated. ❜

❛ your passion is bound to me. ❜

❛ you cannot love. ❜

❛ yet i cannot be sated without you. ❜

❛ remember how once we were? ❜

❛ i abhor you. ❜

❛ i will leave you three nights. tonight was the first. ❜

❛ tonight you denied yourself, and thereby, you suffer me to vanish up the lives of those you love. ❜

❛ you revel in my torture. ❜

❛ upon the third night, you will submit, or he you call your husband shall perish by my hand. ❜

❛ till you bid me come shall you watch the world become as naught. ❜

❛ tell me, what is this insufferable darkness? ❜

❛ nothing you can say will shake me, for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him. ❜

❛ i’ve brought this evil upon us. ❜

❛ i sought company. i sought… tenderness, and i called out. ❜

❛ at first, it was sweet. i had never known such bliss. yet it turned to torture. ❜

❛ it was you that gave me the courage to be free of my shame. ❜

❛ he took me as his lover then, and now he has come back. ❜

❛ all my sleeping thoughts are of him every night. ❜

❛ don’t touch me! i am not to be touched. ❜

❛ i’ll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ you could never please me as he could. ❜

❛ yes! take me! ❜

❛ kiss me. kiss my heart. ❜

❛ let him see. let him see our love. ❜

❛ without you, i will become a demon. ❜

❛ you’re safe with me. ❜

❛ keep away from me. i am unclean. ❜

❛ he will murder you if i do not go to him. ❜

❛ kill him i will. he shall never harm you again. ❜

❛ i can weep no longer, for i have no more tears to shed. ❜

❛ the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind. ❜

❛ the monster left you to the wolves, yet you prevailed. ❜

❛ his pull to me is so powerful, so terrible, yet my spirit cannot be evil as his. ❜

❛ we must know evil to be able to destroy it. ❜

❛ you are our salvation. ❜

❛ i bid you, come to me. ❜

❛ your oath re-pledged. so too shall be our flesh. you are mine. ❜

[rad-batson]

Batlantern Headcanons Because I Found My New Brainrot and I Cannot Contain Myself (Platonic or Romantic, You Decide <3)

Hal is the only one who gets away with calling Bruce nicknames. Oliver tried calling Bruce “Spooky” once. He still has nightmares.

Several long-winded missions combined with Hal’s couch-surfing escapades have resulted in Hal having his own official Wayne guest room.

Alfred has smacked Hal with a dish towel several times. Reasons include: trying to wash the dishes, using a mini vac that he brought from home, and spitting gum into the garbage without wrapping it in a tissue first.

Tim gave Hal all of their streaming passwords to piss Bruce off. Hal proceeded to make his own profiles because he fears nothing, so Bruce changed all of his profile names to “Parasite.” Since then, it’s turned into an all-out war of renaming Hal’s profile every time they’re using it.

Highlights so far have included Sugar Baby, Freeloader, Ring Pop, Green Abomination, Magical Girl, Noisemaker, The Better Side Piece, and This is Your Official Eviction Notice Hal. (Bruce still hasn’t changed the passwords.)

Hal: You need to let go of your fear, Bats. Let’s do a simple breathing exercise. Bruce: I am breathing. Hal: No, like calming breaths. Follow my lead, okay? In- no, not that fast. Maybe close your eyes first. In…and out-No. No. Are you having a panic attack? Do I need to call someone?

For one mission, a few other JL members had to go undercover as couples. Bruce and Hal were the spares and paired up out of necessity. To everyone’s surprise, however, they were the most convincing duo because they “bickered like an old married couple.”

Bruce: I’m growing soft, Clark. I’m weak now. Clark: You told Hal ‘Good job.’ What’s wrong with that? Bruce: It’s unprofessional! *in the other room* Hal: I think Batman just confessed his undying love to me.

They have each other’s coffee orders memorized and regularly prepare the other’s coffee for them out of habit when they’re together.

After a while, Hal stops playfully flirting with everyone and reserves it only for Bruce because he gives the best reactions.

At a ‘Thank You, Justice League’ party hosted by Bruce Wayne, Hal slips up and flirts with Bruce in his civvies, only for Brucie Wayne to flirt back without missing a beat.

Hal had to go cool down in the bathroom for a few minutes. He was not ready for that. (Bruce is so fucking smug too. He’s been waiting FOREVER to give Hal a taste of his own medicine.)

Hal, introducing Bruce to the Lantern Corp: This is my pet bat. Careful, he bites.

Bruce, introducing Hal to new JL members: This is my partner. He’s been in training for ten years.

During an important strategy meeting, Hal waves his hand around, and Bruce just sighs. “What now, Lantern?” “Your plan of attack has like four holes in it.” “Where?” Hal gestures to the areas and suggests different strategies, and suddenly Bruce is like Does anyone else think it’s hot in here?

He lies in bed that night contemplating every single life event that’s lead up to Hal Fucking Jordan turning him on with his impeccable battle strategy.

Barry: I think Batman’s mad at me. He didn’t even react when I told him about the great rescue mission from last week. Hal: What do you mean? He was smiling the whole time. Barry: His face didn’t move an inch. Hal: You didn’t notice the lip twitch?

Batman has blackmail material on every single Justice League member, but only Hal has blackmail material on Bruce and the guts to use it. (Hal knows Bruce gets pedicures for fun. And he gets little designs on his toes too.)

Arthur: So when did you and Green Lantern start….you know. Bruce: No, I do not. What did we start? Arthur: You know what?! I think I forgot to walk my fish. Bye!

*Barry sees Hal with a hickey while they’re drinking coffee* Barry, jokingly: Did Bruce give you that? Hal: Yes, actually. How’d you know? Barry, backing away frantically: Oh okay, cool! Okay okay. Cool. Cool cool cool. Okay. Bruce, entering: What’s with him? Hal: I don’t know. He doesn’t seem to like the mug you bought me, though.

The JL has a betting pool called “BatLantern FMK” where they bet on which will happen first: will they fuck, marry, or kill each other?

Only Clark, Diana, and J’onn know that one of them happened already

[novaursa]

The Searing Flame

- Summary: Rook's Rest broke you and Aegon both. But it didn't separate you. And Stranger, it appears, has other plans for you.

- Pairing: reader (twin!wife)/Aegon II

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N and is bonded with dragon Starfyre. Reader's and Aegon's children are mentioned. If you want to read all parts in chronological order, check out my blog. The list is pinned to the top.

- Rating: Mild 13+ (just comfort)

- Word count: 4 078

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

The smell of herbs and poultices fills the chamber, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood that lingers in the air. You can hear the crackle of the hearth, its warmth reaching only the foot of the grand bed where you and your brother-husband, King Aegon II, lie side by side. The once-magnificent room is now a haven of convalescence, the drapery muted and the furniture pushed aside to make room for the needs of the infirm.

Your body aches with a dull, persistent pain that pulses with every breath you take. The effort of sitting upright in the bed is monumental, and the bowl of broth before you seems an insurmountable challenge. The spoon trembles in your hand, the mere act of lifting it exhausting. You glance at Aegon, who watches you with furrowed brows and tense lips, his gaze burning with worry that he cannot hide.

"She struggles with every bite, Orwyle," Aegon states, his voice rough with the lingering pain of his own injuries. His piercing eyes lock onto the Grand Maester, who stands nearby with a face of forced calm. "You must do something about it."

Orwyle shifts uncomfortably, the weight of the king's command heavy upon him. "Your Grace, I have done all that is within my power," he responds cautiously. "The potions and elixirs I've administered should ease her pain, and the fact that the internal bleeding appears to have stopped is a promising sign. But… it is difficult to determine the full extent of the damage. Her body is still fragile, and the healing process is slow."

Aegon huffs, the sound more pained than frustrated, as he fights to push himself up on the bed. His burns throb, and his broken hip sends sharp stabs of agony through his side, yet he ignores it with grim determination. He refuses to let his own suffering deter him from helping you. He inches closer, his face etched with the effort of movement.

"That is not enough," Aegon growls, the intensity in his voice betraying the depths of his fear. He grits his teeth, the motion tugging at the scarred skin of his face. "She needs more than promises and half-answers, Orwyle."

The Grand Maester bows his head, his lips pressed thin. "I understand, Your Grace. I will continue to monitor her condition closely. If there is any change, I will be the first to act. But for now, the best I can advise is rest and sustenance, as much as she can tolerate."

Aegon’s gaze flickers back to you, his eyes softening despite the pain that etches deep lines into his features. He reaches out, his hand trembling as it hovers near yours. The sight of your struggle to eat tears at him, and he can’t bear the thought of you suffering more than you already have.

“Here,” he says, his voice gentler now, laced with the tenderness that he shows only to you. He braces himself as he takes the spoon from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact is brief, but it sends a warmth through him that no fire could match. With great care, he dips the spoon into the broth and lifts it to your lips.

You try to take the spoonful, but your stomach rebels, a wave of nausea washing over you. You force yourself to swallow, the taste turning to ash in your mouth. Aegon notices the grimace you try to hide and his expression darkens with concern.

“Easy, Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice soothing despite the tightness in his throat. “Small sips. I’ll help you.”

You meet his gaze, seeing the pain and determination reflected there, and you nod weakly. You know he suffers as much as you do, perhaps more, for he carries not only his own pain but the weight of his love for you. His hand trembles slightly as he brings another spoonful to your lips, and this time you manage to keep it down.

He stays close, ignoring his own agony, focusing entirely on you. Each movement costs him, but he hides it as best he can, his only thought to ease your suffering. He coaxes you to take another sip, and then another, until the bowl is nearly empty. The strain is evident in his features, but the small victories — each spoonful you manage to swallow — give him strength.

Orwyle watches in silence, his face betraying a flicker of admiration for the king’s devotion. He knows better than to offer more words; they would be hollow compared to the actions unfolding before him. The love between the two of you is a force that no wound, no scar, can diminish.

Finally, when you can take no more, Aegon sets the bowl aside, his breath ragged from the exertion. He settles back onto the pillows beside you, his hand still lingering near yours as if he cannot bear to be apart from you. He closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling with the effort of merely breathing, but a faint smile tugs at his lips.

“We will get through this, Y/N,” he whispers, more to himself than to you. “I will not lose you. Not to wounds, not to fate.”

His words are a promise, one he intends to keep no matter the cost. And as you both lie there, battered and broken but together, you feel a flicker of hope kindle in your heart. The road to recovery will be long, and the scars will never fully fade, but with Aegon by your side, you believe you might survive the storm.

The corridors of the Red Keep are dim, the flickering light from torches casting long shadows along the stone walls as Grand Maester Orwyle makes his way to the private chambers of Dowager Queen Alicent. His heart is heavy with the weight of the news he must deliver, and his footsteps are slow, as though he wishes to delay the inevitable conversation.

When he reaches the door, he pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts before rapping softly on the wood. A moment later, the door swings open, and Alicent, her face lined with worry and exhaustion, beckons him inside.

“What news, Orwyle?” Alicent asks immediately, her voice strained with the tension of too many sleepless nights and too many fears unspoken. She gestures for him to sit, but he remains standing, his expression grave.

“Your Grace,” he begins, bowing his head slightly, “I bring some news from the King and Queen’s chamber. Queen Y/N managed to eat today, with great effort.”

Alicent’s breath catches, and her eyes shine with unshed tears. The relief that floods her is palpable, her shoulders sagging slightly as if a great weight has been lifted from them. She clasps her hands together, pressing them to her chest as a sob escapes her lips.

“Thank the gods,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Thank the gods… I feared the worst…”

Orwyle allows her a moment to savor the relief, though his expression does not soften. The moment is bittersweet, and he knows it will not last long. Alicent’s joy is short-lived, for the maester’s next words are as heavy as iron.

“Your Grace… I must also speak of something more… delicate.” He hesitates, choosing his words carefully. “I believe it would be wise to consider… separating the King and Queen into separate chambers.”

Alicent’s head snaps up, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. The mere suggestion seems absurd, even cruel, and she stares at Orwyle as though he’s gone mad.

“Separate them?” she repeats, her voice rising in incredulity. “You would have them suffer the torment of being apart? Even for a moment? They are all that each other has—how can you suggest such a thing?”

Orwyle’s face remains impassive, but there is a deep sadness in his eyes as he continues. “Your Grace, I do not suggest this lightly. I know how much they depend on one another, how their bond has sustained them through these trials. But… it is precisely because of that bond that I suggest this course of action.”

Alicent’s hand grips the armrest of her chair, her knuckles white with the force of her anger. The thought of her daughter and son being parted is abhorrent to her. She shakes her head vehemently.

“No, Orwyle. I will not allow it. To separate them now, when they are both so gravely injured… It would be a death sentence for them both. They will suffer more from being apart than from any physical wound.”

The Grand Maester bows his head, knowing what he must say next will only cause her further anguish. “Your Grace, I fear… Queen Y/N’s condition may be more dire than we hoped. While the internal bleeding appears to have stopped, her body is still fragile. She struggles with every breath, every movement, and I cannot be certain that she will recover.”

Alicent’s breath hitches, and she stares at Orwyle with dawning horror. The implication of his words sinks in like a stone dropping into a dark pool, sending ripples of dread through her. “You… you think she will die,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Orwyle does not answer immediately, but the silence speaks volumes. Alicent’s eyes fill with tears, but they are no longer tears of relief. They are tears of rage, of sorrow, and of fear for her children.

“You want to separate them,” she chokes out, her voice shaking with emotion, “so that Aegon doesn’t wake up to find his sister dead beside him.”

The accusation hangs in the air, sharp and cutting. Orwyle winces, but he does not deny it. “Your Grace… it would be an act of mercy,” he says quietly. “If the worst were to happen… it might spare the King the pain of that moment. And it would allow the Queen to… to pass peacefully, without causing her brother-husband further torment.”

Alicent rises from her seat, her tears forgotten as fury takes hold. “Mercy?” she spits the word as though it is poison. “You would take my daughter from her husband, from her twin, and put her in some cold, lonely room to die alone? You would have her pass without the comfort of his presence, without the warmth of his hand in hers?”

Her voice rises, her grief fueling her anger. “I will not allow it! She will not die alone, cast aside like some… some useless thing! She is the Queen, and she is Aegon’s other half! He would never forgive himself if he were not with her in her final moments—if those moments come at all!”

Orwyle bows his head, accepting her wrath without protest. He knows she is right in her own way, that separating the twins could do as much harm as good. But he also knows the toll that the Queen’s death would take on the King if it were to happen in such a manner.

“Your Grace,” he says softly, “I only wish to spare them both as much pain as possible. But I will not act without your consent.”

Alicent’s chest heaves with the effort of containing her emotions. She closes her eyes, struggling to find some measure of composure. When she speaks again, her voice is steadier, though the pain in it is unmistakable.

“You will do no such thing, Orwyle. They will stay together, as they have always been. If my daughter… if she is to die, then let her die with her husband beside her. And if Aegon is to lose her, then let him be there, holding her, as he deserves.”

Orwyle inclines his head in a gesture of respect. “As you wish, Your Grace. I will see to it that their care continues as it has been.”

Alicent nods, her eyes still filled with unshed tears. “Leave me,” she says quietly, and the Grand Maester obeys, bowing once more before retreating from the room.

When he is gone, Alicent sinks back into her chair, the strength drained from her limbs. She buries her face in her hands, and at last, the tears she has been holding back flow freely. The thought of losing her daughter, of watching her son suffer such a devastating blow, is more than she can bear.

But she will not let them be parted. Not now. Not ever.

In the dim, flickering light of the chamber, the Dowager Queen weeps, her heart breaking for the children she has always tried so hard to protect, knowing that in this, there is no protection she can offer.

The chamber is steeped in a comforting silence, broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The warmth it offers is gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness that lingers in your bones. The ache in your body has dulled slightly, allowing you to lie beside Aegon without the overwhelming need to close your eyes against the pain. His presence beside you, the steady rise and fall of his chest, brings a sense of peace that you haven’t felt in what seems like an eternity.

Aegon is quiet as well, though you can feel the tension in him, the way his body lies rigid against the soft pillows. You turn your head to look at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. He meets your gaze, and you see the flicker of something in his eyes — a sorrow, a fear that he hasn’t voiced yet. He studies your face with an intensity that makes your breath catch, and you notice the way his brow furrows slightly, as though he is searching for something.

His gaze lingers on your cheeks, and a small, sad smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "Your cheeks… they've regained some color," he murmurs, his voice hushed as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace between you. "But… you still look like a ghost, Y/N. A beautiful ghost… but a ghost all the same."

You try to smile, but the effort is too much, and you settle for a soft sigh. "It’s been a hard few weeks," you say gently, your voice a whisper, nearly lost in the crackle of the fire.

Aegon nods, his eyes drifting down to where your hand rests on the coverlet. His fingers move slowly, aching as they intertwine with yours. For a moment, he simply holds your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. The warmth of his touch spreads through you, but it’s the sadness in his eyes that draws your attention, the way his jaw tightens as though he’s holding something back.

Then, without warning, his composure cracks. A choked sob escapes his lips, and his shoulders tremble as the tears start to fall. He tries to hide it, turning his face into the pillow, but you feel the tremor in his grip, the way his breathing becomes uneven.

"Aegon," you whisper, squeezing his hand, trying to offer what little comfort you can. "What’s wrong?"

He shakes his head, but the sobs keep coming, his pain spilling out in a way that he can no longer control. His voice, when he finally speaks, is thick with grief and fear. "I… I’m terrified, Y/N," he admits, his words broken by the weight of his emotions. "I’m terrified that I may never be able to… to make love to you again."

The admission hangs in the air between you, raw and vulnerable. You feel a pang in your heart, not for yourself, but for him, for the fear that drives his tears. You know that your bodies have been broken, that the road to recovery is uncertain, and that the intimacy you once shared might never be the same. But to hear it from him, to know how deeply it troubles him, cuts deeper than any physical wound.

You reach up with your free hand, your fingers trembling as they brush against his cheek, wiping away the tears that have gathered there. "Aegon," you say softly, "that isn’t what’s important. What matters is that we’re here, together. As long as we have each other… that’s all that truly matters."

He shakes his head again, his tears flowing more freely now. "But it is important, Y/N," he insists, his voice breaking. "It’s important to me. I… I want to hold you the way I used to, to love you the way I always have. I’m terrified that… that I won’t be able to do that anymore, that we’ll lose that part of us."

You feel his anguish as though it’s your own, and your heart aches for him. His fear is more than just about physical intimacy; it’s about the connection that you’ve shared since birth, the bond that has always been a source of strength for both of you. You know that in his mind, the loss of that connection is tied to the loss of something even greater — the fear that the bond between you might weaken, that the love you share might fade in the face of your suffering.

You tighten your grip on his hand, your resolve hardening. "Aegon, listen to me," you say, your voice steady despite the exhaustion that pulls at you. "We have faced dragons, battles, and betrayals together. We’ve been through hell, and yet, here we are. That connection we share, it’s not something that can be broken by this, by anything. We’re more than just our bodies. Our love is stronger than that."

He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope. "But what if… what if I’m not strong enough? What if…"

"Then we’ll find our way together," you interrupt, your voice firm. "It doesn’t matter how. We’ll heal, Aegon. Maybe not in the way we were before, but we’ll heal. And we’ll find new ways to love each other, new ways to be close. We will not lose each other."

Aegon’s sobs quiet, though the tears still streak down his cheeks. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours, the closeness offering a comfort that words cannot. "I don’t want to lose you," he whispers, his voice barely audible, trembling with the depth of his emotions.

"You won’t," you promise, your voice soft but filled with conviction. "We’ll get through this, Aegon."

He nods, though the fear still lingers in his eyes. But there is a glimmer of something else now, something that wasn’t there before — a fragile hope, a belief that maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a way to survive this, too.

The aftermath of Rook's Rest still haunts you after many weeks, lingering in the air like the scent of charred flesh. The pain has not lessened, not truly, but you have grown accustomed to it, learned to live with the ache in your bones, the memories that sear through your mind as vividly as dragonfire. Aegon remains bedridden, his hip shattered, but his burns are healing, the flesh knitting together in agonizing slowness. You, too, bear your scars—though less visible, they are no less severe. The Seven have seen fit to keep you alive, and for that, you are grateful. You tell yourself that over and over again, especially on the nights when the pain becomes too much to bear.

Despite the grim prognosis given by the maesters, you manage to rise each day, your limbs heavy as if laden with chains, yet you rise all the same. Aegon watches you with those familiar violet eyes, a mixture of awe and frustration in his gaze as you shuffle to his side, determined to care for him as much as he has for you. He hates to see you struggle, hates the reminder of how close he came to losing you, but there is nothing to be done about it. You are still here, and so is he, and that is enough.

“Y/N,” Aegon murmurs as you approach, his voice low and rough, as if the words themselves cause him pain. He tries to sit up, grimacing as the movement sends a jolt of agony through his hip. You are quick to place a gentle hand on his chest, urging him to stay still.

“Let me,” you say softly, reaching for the bandages that need changing. The scent of salves and ointments fills the room, mingling with the ever-present smell of smoke that seems to cling to your skin no matter how many times you bathe.

Aegon huffs out a breath, frustrated but compliant. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” he grumbles, though there is no true heat in his words. “You need rest as much as I do.”

“I need to be useful,” you reply, unwrapping the old bandages with careful fingers. “And there is no one else I trust with this.”

Aegon falls silent, watching you with a mixture of concern and affection. The truth is, he needs this too—the closeness, the reassurance that you are both still here, still fighting. The loss of your sons weighs heavily on both of you, their absence a gaping wound that refuses to heal. And then there are the dragons—Sunfyre and Starfyre, once magnificent and untouchable, now grounded by wounds that mirror your own.

“How is she?” Aegon asks quietly as you tend to him. “Starfyre?”

You pause, your hand lingering on his shoulder. “She heals, slowly. As we all do.”

Aegon’s eyes flicker with something akin to hope. “Perhaps, when this is all over…”

You nod, understanding what he cannot bring himself to say. When this is all over, when the blood has stopped spilling and the war is won—if such a thing is even possible—perhaps then you will find a way to live again, to reclaim some semblance of the life you once knew. But for now, that future remains distant, an unreachable dream.

A knock at the door draws your attention, and you glance over your shoulder to see Alicent standing in the doorway, her expression weary yet relieved as she takes in the sight of her children together. She enters the room with careful steps, as if afraid of disturbing the fragile peace that has settled over you both.

“My Queen,” Alicent greets you, her voice soft. “How do you fare today?”

“I manage,” you reply, offering her a small smile. “As does Aegon.”

Alicent’s gaze shifts to her son, her eyes softening with maternal concern. “You look better today,” she notes, her tone hopeful.

Aegon snorts, though it’s more self-deprecating than anything. “I look less like a corpse, you mean.”

“Hush,” you chide gently, though you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Mother is only trying to help.”

Alicent’s lips press together in a thin line as she surveys the two of you, her heartache palpable. “I wish there were more I could do,” she says quietly. “For both of you.”

“You are here,” you reply, reaching out to take her hand in yours. “That is enough.”

Alicent squeezes your hand, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I pray to the Seven every day, for yourstrength, for your healing.”

You nod, though your thoughts drift to darker places. The prayers of the faithful have done little to save your children, your dragons. The thought claws at your insides, a bitter resentment that you can never quite quell.

“Do you think she will ever pay for what she’s done?” you ask suddenly, your voice barely above a whisper. “For the deaths of our sons, for breaking our bodies and our dragons?”

Aegon stiffens beneath your touch, his jaw clenching as the old rage flares anew. Alicent’s eyes widen slightly, but she does not shy away from your question.

“Rhaenyra will answer for her crimes,” Aegon says, his voice hard as steel. “She will burn for what she has taken from us.”

The words hang heavy in the air, a promise, a vow that neither of you can afford to break. Alicent bows her head, as if in prayer, and you feel the weight of your shared grief pressing down on you once more.

But in that moment, with Aegon’s hand resting over yours and Alicent standing beside you, you also feel a flicker of something else—a determination, a resolve to see this through to the bitter end. You will survive this, together, and one day, Rhaenyra will pay for the blood she has spilled. The Seven have kept you alive for a reason, and you intend to see it fulfilled.

[jihadal-hamayda]

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[whisper-in-the-night]

My headcanons for Art the Clown

Tw: mention of violence, blood, killing and etc

Note: sorry for long waiting, I had some stuff to do. But I watched this movie last night, just can't not to write something

• Suppose that by some miracle you interested him, and Art changed his mind about killing you.

• Art is a man of the moment, of impulse, in this regard he is like a child. If he wants something, he will get it, no matter how. If he's interested in you, he'll get you and keep you.

• Again, he is quite childish, and since he cannot speak, all his emotions are visible in his body language and antics. His childish behavior can also manifest itself in frequent insults. He will be sitting on the couch with his arms folded and fundamentally avoiding your gaze. Try to guess what he's offended about. And it's better to do it quickly, before the desire to tear some human flesh wakes up in him. His mood changes very often, so be always prepared for the fact that at the moment of rare hugs he will suddenly become agitated or, conversely, aggressive.

• He's very jealous. It's not that he's insecure, he just doesn't like sharing his stuff, including you. You better not pay too much attention to other people unless you want to see their guts smeared on the wall in your bathroom.

• Despite this, Art is quite protective. He won't let anything happen to you. Be prepared that he will be constantly watching you. But now you can safely walk through the dark alleys, Art is always there, you are under the reliable protection of this guard dog.

• Art likes to scare you more than his victims. He doesn't know why, but he really likes the taste of your fear, it really turns him on. But Art will never really hurt you enough, except for a few cuts or bruises. There's something about you that makes him fear losing you for real. There's something special about the way you're scared of him. Maybe it's your expression or your cute screams, he doesn't know. But your guardian definitely makes him feel a lingering warmth in his lower belly.

• His actions and feelings can hardly be called love, because he really does not know how to get attached, he is just not quite the person for this. But he shows a certain affection in his own way. First of all, he's not killing you. Secondly, sometimes he tries to take into account your wishes in many things, tries to find out what you like. Thirdly, he can be quite clingy. When Art realizes that he wants your attention, he can gently pull the sleeve of your hoodie, as if asking for a hug, or he can just roughly grab you by the waist and put you on his lap.

• He really doesn't care about your appearance, he has a weakness for you because it's you.

• Talking about what you like. Art is very narcissistic and cruel. But over time, he will realize that your smile and your joy create some kind of strange feeling in his chest, he likes it. In fact, Art makes you happy only because it gives him a certain pleasure.

• He loves using you as bait for his victims. This gives him an extra push to kill his victim in an even more brutal way.

• In general, he can be kind to a certain extent, he even brings you small gifts from time to time. Besides, he's crazy about the sight of someone else's blood on your face and skin. But you'll definitely have to teach him to wash more often and eat normal food.

[silaslich]

Mmmmmmmm Fae!Price taking part in the Spring Run where all the eligible people of his given court are let loose to mate in the forest. Tracking down that plump Tree Nymph!Reader who has been teasing him all year, she gives a good chase but isn't fast enough to Hide him. If she's giggling under her breath even as he manhandles her, even after she's scraped up and bleeding from the chase, Price doesn't seem to mind~

Anywayyyyyyyyysssssssss

Yk what? Fuck yeah! Gimme this old man in any context but fae?? You kiddin me??

Nsfw, smut, 18+, cherry popping, not enough prep, sex clueless reader, subject of celibacy

Wc - 7k :)

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“Forgive me, my goddess, but I cannot accept.”

The undergrowth digs painfully into your shins and knees, you’ve lowered yourself at Artemis’ feet. At her mercy, begging her forgiveness. The goddess tilts her head, simply, eyeing you with a measure of sympathy. She can sense your unease, can practically taste your fear as it permeates the air. She smiles, softly. You feel her hand reach the crown of your head, smoothing over your hair, a gentle gesture of reassurance.

“Rise, my child” her voice is soothing.

Artemis crouches, slightly, meeting your teary eyes as your gaze darts up to meet hers. She extends her hand to you, pulling you up to stand straight as she does the same, she’s so much taller. Your eyes search her expression, to try and piece together her thoughts, there’s something else at foot here- but you’ve no gall to voice it. She doesn’t withdraw her touch from yours, not immediately, she lets her grip linger on your fingers, running her thumb over your knuckles.

“I would not ask you to go if I didn’t think it was your time” Artemis’ voice is soft, supple like honey that’s been left on a sun-caught windowsill.

You search her face, especially her eyes, you’ve more trust in your goddess than you do your own judgement. It’s a simple life you live, out beyond the reaches of any other creatures, tied up in your own company amongst the oak tree grove- content in the quiet and the mundane.

What she’s asking of you- it goes beyond your comprehension. It’s something you’ve thought about, yes, but it’s always been one of those things that’s felt totally out of your reach. Something that isn’t for you, instead you can look upon it with waning eyes and dream of it in slumber. Now, it’s becoming reality, and no matter how many nights you’d spend dreaming of such a thing- you’re not ready.

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While you’re no stranger to court, it seems there is something in the air tonight, and you’re afraid you know exactly what it is.

Those that are here tonight will be joined by you tomorrow, taking part in the annual tradition that marks the beginning of spring, a changing of the season. The Spring Run.

Wherein the members of the chosen court are sent into the forest, with the soul purpose of mating. The thought makes your head swim, your vow of celibacy to Artemis had kept you from the yearly traditions, but everything has changed- with no explanation from your goddess as to why.

Usually, you’d find court amusing. Watching those around you, finding a quiet corner to placate yourself with wine and canapés, observing the behaviours and mockery’s that some tend to make of themselves after too much mead. You keep to yourself, but you aren’t rude, there’s a few familiar faces that you’re keen to see. It’s one of the few good things about coming to court, between the spectacular wine and the decadent food- catching up with friends is a welcome task for the night.

A night at court- frilly frocks and painted faces and enough wine and mead to drown a village- well, that’s perhaps an accurate prediction of tonight’s events. You wouldn’t be apposed, it would mean that tomorrow’s embarrassment would never come to be, you’d be able to keep your vow intact.

If the village were to drown you could return to your haven, back out into the depths of the forest where the air is crisp and clear, where you can taste home in the breeze. You could return to the sanctuary of the oak tree grove, blending in, standing as tall as they are wide. Hidden in plain sight. Away from the embarrassment of tomorrow.

Alas, Artemis had spoken, and you weren’t one to argue with a goddess. You trusted her word, more than anyone that had come before or after her. You knew her intentions for you were of pure intent, she wouldn’t have offered you up out of spite or any other ill fitting reason.

Your eyes watch the wine as it swirls in your chalice, following along with the melody that plays through the softness of conversation and the liveliness of the party. It’s too early in the evening to retreat home, there’s an etiquette to these things, you’d learnt. You favour the soirées in which you can arrive and show your face, have a few drinks and some idle conversations and then disappear home. Tonight isn’t one of those nights.

There’s a hand that fits itself to your bare shoulder, it brings your eyes up, you meet a pair of glowy green eyes. Your lips peel up into a smile.

“Hello Maren” you fold your free arm around the nymphs shoulders, bringing her into a hug. She smells of eucalyptus and sage.

Your name falls from her lips in a sigh, it’s been a long time since you’d seen one another, despite the fact the two of you had practically grown up together. She isn’t a tree nymph, but a naiad, a freshwater nymph- she had somehow ended up in the same maidenhood as you, both under Artemis. She lives far away now, back beyond territories, better suited to her and her needs.

“How have you been?” You ask her, eyes leaping across her features, she was always beautiful- even more so now she’s grown. Maren smiles, tucking a lock of auburn hair behind her ear.

“I’ve been good, thank you, what about yourself? I know these aren’t your kind of parties” Maren huddles close, her own chalice of wine held tightly between her fingers.

The two of you were quite similar back in the day, both preferring the quiet of home, not as brash and out there as some other members of the maidenhood, the ones that are no longer part of the maidenhood- for many reasons.

You smile, nodding, casting your eyes across the room- taking in just how vast the party had grown in such a short time.

“You’re quite right, I’d much rather be back home” from across the room, a pair of luminous blue eyes catch your attention, they shine like topaz in the low-light, encouraging you to look again. It’s John.

There’s something warm that creeps across your chest, and it’s then that you notice how exposed you feel. The silken robes hugging your flesh, a gift from Artemis, she’d said. Pale turquoise, complementing your supple skin. It’s as your chest tightens under the heat of John’s stare that it becomes apparent how little breathing room you have in these robes, sitting tight over your chest and waist and hips.

You’re quick to tear your eyes from his, it’s how it’s usually instigated, you catch each others eyes and then gravitate, without fail- each and every time the two of you happen to be at court together.

“B-but yes! Things have been good, grand in fact, so grand” your words spill quickly, too rapid for Maren to hear them coherently, she tilts her head and quirks a brow.

Maren had noticed your wandering eyes, she follows where your gaze had been glued to across the room. She smirks. Leaning impossible close, she whispers into your ear.

“Is that who you’re hoping will chase you down tomorrow?” Her voice has that lilt to it, the one that takes you back to being just a child.

Lying beneath the stars, listening to the owls, fingers laced together as you laugh into the night sky. Counting the stars. Dreaming of knights and princes, conjuring stories to tell around the fire. Fights between orcs and elves, kings that turn princesses to queens that birth babes who are as perfect as can be. Those days are cherished in your heart.

It’s with impeccable speed that your neck snaps in her direction, glaring eyes as she gifts you a huge toothy smile.

“Don’t be utterly ridiculous” it’s hissed through your teeth. “Do you know who he is?” It’s a confirmed suspicion that Maren does in fact not know who John is when she shrugs, not understanding the fuss.

Your free hand palms at your face, exasterbated by her nonchalantness, she has always been the same. You loop your arm through hers and pull her along, bare feet slapping against the stone floor, you need some air, and you need to get Maren out of John’s vicinity before she gets the both of you banned from court all together- forever.

The air outside is frigid, not quite warming with the breath of spring just yet. Alas, it succeeds in soothing that blooming heat at your cheeks, in your blood too- apparently.

Maren’s laugh catches, you watch it cast away with the wind.

“Does it matter who he is?” She asks, sincerely. Bemused by your sudden change, flush and in need of withdrawing from the mystery man’s watchful gaze.

The chalice makes a loud clicking sound as you place it against the stone balcony ledge with too much force. Some wine slips over the lip of it. You whirl around to meet Maren’s gaze, her pretty smile creeps up as she notices how flustered you still are, she knows she’s getting on your nerves.

“It matters because he’s part of the Queen’s council” your voice shortens, being too curt with your old friend, she takes no offence. “He’s an elf, It’s an insult to him at the pure notion of us pairing” you crinkle your nose, at his expense, not that you haven’t let your mind wander. Full of what ifs and buts.

Maren’s smile falls, ever so slightly, she can see the hurt in your eyes. Not because of her prodding, but because she can see that you genuinely think that you’re not good enough for a man of his standing. Whether it’s true or not, she hates that you’re letting it weigh on you. If a man doesn’t want you because your social standing isn’t as grand as his, then it’s his loss.

“Oh, my sweet” Maren steps closer, till she’s at your side. Her shoulder kissing yours, letting her head fall to your shoulder as you both gaze out into the night sky.

It looks the same as all those years ago. The crackle of the fire, the way the bats would sing over your heads. The whispers of stories from the old times and the giggles of stories from the new- back when you needn’t worry of your social stature or breaking your vows or how the world sees you. Back then the main strife you faced was having enough hours in the day to swim and forage and play and laugh- when it was simple.

You let the side of your head lean against Maren’s, a heavy sigh leaving you.

“I’m frightened” it’s an admission that comes from somewhere solemn, somewhere that you don’t delve into often.

Maren nods her head, her hair striking friction against yours. She’s warm compared to the night air, the smell of salt and lilac on her skin.

“I can only imagine” her voice cuts through your woes, she’s a grounding force right now. “But I think you’re very brave, and Artemis must think so too.” It’s honest. You can tell.

Before you can thank her, Maren startles, something behind the two of you making her straighten up. She had always been more in touch with her magic, a better sense of self preservation, Artemis always said. The two of you turn on your heels, facing off with the threat- or lack thereof.

“I didn’t mean to startle the two of you” John’s voice is gentle, something you find often of him, soothing in a way.

John is always kind, despite the stories that you hear stirred up at banquet tables, he’s always pleasant to you. It happens that you bump into each other like this, passing ships in a harbour, something drawing you in. Perhaps it’s his manners and his charm, the way he speaks to you as if you’re on a level standing with him. The others look down their nose at you, like you’re something that’s been tracked in under someone’s boot. It’s society, it’ll never change- but John is always kind.

“It’s alright, really, we were just getting some fresh air” your cheeks feel hot again, Maren stirs beside you. John’s smile doesn’t falter.

“Yes, much too hot in there, I was just about to go an get something to cool us down” Maren disconnects herself from you and goes to walk past John, heading back inside, presumably to get more wine.

You watch her as she goes, there’s a fleeting glance that she throws over her shoulder, a sharp smile that just about peaks out from the round of her cheek. She’s as sharp as you remember.

When you look back toward John, it’s clear that he hadn’t stopped looking at you, not even for a second. As Maren retreats he starts to step closer, replacing himself where Maren had been stood by your side. You turn yourself so that you’re looking out onto the land again, aligning your eyes with John’s. It’s hard to imagine living somewhere as grand as this, a palace of sorts, stone foundations and gardens that stretch as far as your eyes can see. It’s unimaginable, the stuff of little children’s dreams, dreams that you’d had once upon a time.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her before” John breaks that silence, not because it wasn’t comfortable, but because he enjoys your conversation.

A smile cracks across your face. “Maren, she and I were children together. She moved away some years ago, this is the first chance I’m seeing her after quite a time.”

John lets his cheek come to rest on his hand, his elbow propped up against the stone top of the balcony ledge. His face is angled toward you, his eyelids low as he rakes his eyes over you. The way you continue to stare out into the night means that he can be unapologetic of where his eyes roam, your robes leave little to his imagination.

“Ah that’ll be it, then” John’s voice drags lower, his tone shifting. He sounds tired, or drunk.

Whether it’s intentional or not, John slides a little closer, his bicep flush to yours, a little off from the height difference. Pressed tightly together neither the less. You don’t mind it, John had never given you any reason to believe he had unsavoury intentions, you’d like to say that you trust him. If it weren’t to be true, you have Artemis’ protection.

“You look exceptionally beautiful tonight” John’s lips are close to your ear, you want to look at him, to analyse whether he is in fact drunk or not- but if you turn your head you’re afraid your lips might meet his.

Your lips grow into a thin line. “Thank you for thinking so, John” you appreciate his attempts to make you feel seen, maybe this is his way of making you feel better about what’ll come tomorrow- nothing.

A laugh breezes through his lips, something airy. “You’ve never given me a chance to say so before. By the time I’m free from the lacklustre conversation of the council members, you’re gone” he bumps his arm into yours, accusatory.

He’s not wrong. You don’t like to stick around these sorts of affairs, it would make sense that by the time he’s made appearances with the more important members of the court- you’re likely tucked up in bed back at the grove.

It’s a lot to think about in that moment. Perhaps this isn’t some drunken admission from a man as lonely as you are, to your knowledge. Maybe it’s something more, a genuine compliment from a genuine man.

“I apologise for that, I’m still not accustomed to these sorts of things, I hardly feel that welcome” it isn’t a dig for sympathy, it’s the truth. John frowns.

“Who has made you feel that way?” There’s a sudden concern in his voice, as if something serious has been committed in his court.

The gardens are abundant with wildlife, that much is clear, you watch an extraordinary stag as he trots across the grass. You watch him retreat, wishing you could too, away from the responsibilities Artemis has put on your shoulders.

“No one, not really, court just isn’t appropriate for someone like me John” a chuckle falls from your lips, you don’t know why you’re having this conversation with someone like John- because he won’t understand.

There’s a beat of silence, a stunt in the conversation at least. The noise of the party spills into the night through the open windows and doors, it mingles with the buzz of the fireflies and the rustling of the trees in the gardens. Suddenly, John turns to you.

“Come with me, won’t you?” He takes a step away, offering out his hand. You give him a strange look.

“And where would that be?” There’s amusement in your voice, intrigued by this socially elite man, for what reasons he’s entertaining you- it’s unclear.

John smiles, wide. “I want to show you the gardens, they’re almost as beautiful as you are, yet, they’re still something to behold” his tone shifts once again, in that slightly adverse way, like there’s something he’s not telling you.

Despite the way your head rings with uncertainty, you slide your hand against Johns, feeling as he grips it tightly. He pulls you with him, having you fall in step, a quick decent down a set of stone steps that lead down from the upper balconies, to the gardens.

John had been right- these gardens were breathtaking indeed. You can only imagine what they look like in the daylight, even at night they’re stunning. There are hedges that are as high as towers and trimmed back to perfection. The willow tree branches hang low around the pond at the very bottom boundary of the gardens, there’s fish that pop to the surface, catching flies that rest against the still water. Through the dark of the night the fireflies guide your way, hovering like stars, glowing like precious citrine. It takes your breath away.

The grass is crisp and cold against your toes, your bare feet sinking into the plush of the lawn, that too is trimmed and preened to perfection. It makes you smile, such a simple thing, a simple grounding thing.

John turns toward you, his hand still holding yours, he watches as you take it all in.

“Do you like it?” He asks, such a silly question, you think.

“It’s magnificent, John” your smile couldn’t get any bigger even if you tried, your only wish is to see it in the daylight.

John smiles, something small, it’s knowing. You try to shake it off, because now you’re sure there’s something he isn’t telling you. Why else would an elf be dragging you to the gardens? an elf of such high standing at that.

“There’s something on your mind, isn’t there” it’s not a question that you’re asking him, because you know, if you have something about you- it’s your intuition.

John nods, simply, it makes your eyes fall. You should have known, should have known better than to trust your terrible and feeble little heart when she jumps to conclusions- to fantasies. Then, John’s other hand is there, a finger lifting your chin, making you meet his eyes.

“I didn’t want it to come as a surprise for you tomorrow” his eyes are searing into yours at this point, you can’t look away. “I wanted to speak to you before the Spring Run.”

Your lip quivers. “Why?” You feel your eyes burn, welling with something you’ve never felt before.

John searches your face, eyes darting over every inch and freckle and mole and scar. Taking everything in like it’s the first time he’s seeing you. It’s jarring. The weight of his stare is unbearable, but you can’t move, you don’t want to move.

“Because Artemis heeded my prayers” there’s a crack in his voice, something vulnerable.

In that moment, the realisation hits you, it all makes sense now.

“I prayed for you and Artemis came to me, she tested my worth of you. It was clear to her that the object of our pairing wasn’t something lost to you, she told me of a dream you’d had. It was all she needed.”

John is taken aback by the force in which you kiss him.

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You can’t remember the last time you’d had to run like this. As if your life depends on it. In reality, it doesn’t, but the leap of your pulse and the hammering of your heart is sure to make you believe it is so.

Brambles snag at your robes, scratching up your shins as you sprint. The majority of the others taking part had opted for going without clothes at all, perhaps it isn’t there first time, they understand this better then you do. It doesn’t slow you down, not even the sight of naked bodies pinned to the forest floor, rutting like animals, obscene noises finding your ears. It’s the first time you’ve seen such a thing, you understand the mechanics, Artemis had taught you- but you’d never been so close to it, not until last night.

Last night had been the beginning of the end. The searing brand of John’s kiss, the iron grip of his hands as they folded to your waist- pulling your hips flush with his. You’d gasped against his lips, feeling the solid length of him against your pubis, the way he was rocking himself against you as he stole your lips once more. It’s nothing like you had imagined it would be, it’s better, it’s otherworldly. There’s no explanation for it.

You didn’t want it to end, the reality that you would have broken your vows there and then for John is startling to say the least, he had been the one to slow things. Letting his lips drift from your lips to your cheek, holding your face in the cradle of his hands, pulling you close to press a kiss to the crown of your head. John speaks through heaved breaths, the swell of adoration in his eyes.

“Does this mean you’ll take me?” He sounds desperate, as if what you say next will sway the next course of his life, because of course- it’s true.

Your smile seems to be endless. “Of course I will John, but, I need to know where this has come from” your hand drifts up from where you’re cupping his neck, up to his cheek, brushing your thumb across his beard.

There’s a laugh that rumbles in his chest, like there’s something you’re missing, something obvious that’s gone over your head. To John, that’s exactly what has occurred here. He leans close to kiss your cheek again.

“I’ve been trying to court you all year, dove” he smiles, you’re taken aback. “The first time I saw you I knew it was over for me, and then we would speak and I would find myself even more lost than before” another kiss to your other cheek. Your lips gape, you feel silly.

“All this time I thought you were being polite, a gentlemen of court, how stupid am I” you screw your eyes shut, realising just how blind you’d been, hindsight is a cruel thing looking back.

John presses his lips against your lashes, a low rumble of disapproval in his chest. “You’re not stupid, dove, quite the opposite” you open your eyes as he retreats, but you can’t resit the urge to kiss him again.

Reality crashes as you do, tripping over the thick roots of a nearby ash tree, your instinct is to extend your hands to break your fall- silly idea. It leaves you scraped up, blood beginning to bloom from your palms and against the flat of your forearms. Your knees had taken some of the brunt, too, you feel as they sting from the dirt and thorns.

The sounds around you begin to die away the further you get from the others, retreating deeper into the forest. You hadn’t seen John earlier, not as everyone was readying themselves for the chase, but as he left you last night- he had promised to ruin you. It’s something you can expect of him, you don’t see him as someone to make promises he cannot make good on.

As well as you know forests, there’s something disorienting about all of this, it’s hard to focus on anything when you know what’s coming. When you know you’re being hunted, chased down in the other sense of finding a meal. Sating a different kind of hunger.

From out of the thick of the forest, a giant stag leaps into your path, maybe not the same one from last night- but he’s just as beautiful. You stand still, not wanting to scare him, without hesitating you bow your head in respect to him. He shakes his head, and without anything more he canters away, down through the thinning underbrush. You watch as he leaves, letting yourself become distracted- that’s when John seems to appear out of nowhere. His arms tighten around your waist and you let out a shrill scream, caught off guard, you can feel the air of his laugh against the back of your neck. His bare chest fits to your spine, pressed impossibly close.

“Found you, dove” he heaves, breath stunted from the chase.

“John” it’s a plea, the back of your head hitting his shoulder as you lean back, lips gaped as you suck in air.

He fits his lips to your throat, exposed from the angle, letting his tongue drift over your skin, leaving a trail of wet in his wake. The contact makes you shiver, you’d barely slept last night, too busy thinking of this. Thinking of all the ways John will ruin you, claiming you as his, blessed before Artemis herself.

“You and these bloody robes” it’s a growl, the sharp of his teeth teasing your skin. “Do you know how transparent they are? Hmm?” One arm stays circled around your waist while the other skates along your side, up over your ribs toward your breast. “Couldn’t risk looking at you half the time, would have to excuse myself” he kisses your neck “wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me now, would it dove?”

Your breath catches. “I wasn’t aware” your voice is small, you’re not about to tell John that the only place you where the robes is to court. You have no need for them otherwise.

John hums, “yeah I bet” he doesn’t believe you, or he’s toying with you. He’s fully aware of your vow, so rationally he should know that you wouldn’t walk around in such a vulnerable manner as to attract unwanted attention. It appears, that’s exactly what’s happened, between you and John.

He wastes little time when he’s undressing you, tugging the sleeves of your robes down until it all pools at your feet. He whistles, hands roaming over the soft of your skin, over every mound and curve and round. You shiver at his touch, it burns, you’ve never been touched in such a way. You thought you’d feel vulnerable, scared even, not with John. His lips drag over the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent, moss and patchouli. Heady and warm. All you.

John’s lips follow the curve of your shoulder as you turn, needing to face him, his lips end at your collarbone. Then his eyes dart up, meeting yours, blue as the sky. You’d like to get lost in them, as vast as a thrashing ocean. You meet him half way when he leans in to kiss you, it’s that same intensity as last night, like he’s been waiting forever to finally taste you- maybe it had felt like forever. It grows quicker, John sucks in air through his nose, thick fingers gripping your naked hips, feeling the flesh bulge between the gaps of his fingers.

The adoration of a man is a foreign concept, while your vow was not to be broken, it wasn’t to mean that a man couldn’t desire you. Yet, over the years, you had never felt even slightly desirable. There were no lingering stares and unashamed glances, even if John was right about the state of your robes. If the bitter feeling of being undesirable meant that John is what is waiting at the end of it all, then you’re glad of it.

There’s not much telling of what happens between John kissing you with a new found fever, to when you find yourself pressed into the undergrowth. Twigs and shrubs digging into your back, with John between your legs and his palms either side of your head, kissing you with a heat that brands you like fire. He smiles against your lips, leaning back, you watch with narrowed eyes as he shucks his pants down till they’re at the mid of his thighs. His cock stands stiff between his legs, twitching in anticipation. Again, this is new to you, you’re not sure what to expect or what to do.

As if he can sense your doubt, John leans down close again, kissing the edge of your lips. “Don’t look so worried, dove, I’ll be gentle” he steals your lips again, balancing on one palm as the other cups your face, sweetly.

You do the same, holding him close by his cheeks. Breaking the kiss pulls a whine from his throat, it makes you smile.

“I’m not sure what to do John, I want to make this good for you, too” there’s a noticeable pinch to your brows, John tries to kiss it away.

“It will be fine, dove, more than I’m sure” he rubs his cheek against yours. “Tell me if it hurts, okay? Because it might, just for a little while” the octave of his voice drops, dipping low as he presses his lips to yours once more, the filth of it making your toes curl. All you can do is nod, there’s not much left in you.

As he kisses you, John presses his fingers against the mound of your pussy, testing the pressure. You jerk at his touch, angling your hips into the pressure of his fingers. You need more, all of him, you don’t care if it’ll hurt. One finger at a time, John parts the folds of your cunt, there’s a curse that slips past the seam of his lips when he feels how wet you are. He’s pleasantly surprised.

“Keep breathing for me” it’s whispered against your lips, you nod again, staring into his eyes- squinting when he breaches you with one finger, only adding a second after you start to ease up around the first.

He opens you up gently, beginning to curl his fingers inside of you when he feels your muscles stretch and ease- accommodating him. You can hear how wet you are, slicking his fingers and his palm, your chest feels tight and your toes curl. This, again, is something you’ve never indulged in- let alone had the touch of a man. You couldn’t have fathomed what it would feel like, you couldn’t have imagined for yourself just how good it is.

A noise hiccups from your chest, its whiny and desperate, “J-John” his name falls from your lips like a plea, he stops, worried it hurts. You shake your head like a mad woman. “No-no don’t stop! Please” the pitch of your voice rises, truly desperate. “I need you.”

John’s eyes blow wide, he curls his fingers inside of you, watching closely as your face contorts in pleasure- this isn’t nearly as much as you’ll need before he fucks you with his cock. He doesn’t know how to try and explain that. He swallows thickly.

“Dove” he presses his lips to your throat, tasting the salt of your sweat there. “It’ll hurt more if we try now” he eyes you, watching as you react to the way he continues to scissor his fingers inside of your tight hole.

You shake your head, dumbly, “I need you now John” you don’t take your eyes off of him, clenching around his fingers. “Please.”

While John knows what is the better option, he can’t find space to argue with you, if you’re telling him you can handle it, then he’ll have to trust you. Despite the fact that you’ve never done this before, John would do anything you ask of him- anything.

He simply nods at you, stealing another fleeting kiss. He retracts his fingers from your pretty cunt and uses your wetness to coat his cock, fisting it a few times to utilise every last drop. You watch him, carefully, noting the way his muscles flex as he moves. You had taken notice of how well built he is before, but now he’s naked right before your eyes, nothing left unseen. John spits into the space where his fist meets his cock, he’s trying to exhaust every option, he doesn’t want this to hurt more than it needs to.

Carefully, John begins to push forward, guiding his cock between the wet and warmth of your folds. You hold your breath, anticipating, watching John dutifully. He stills.

“I need you to breathe for me, dove” his tone is soft, spoken against your lips the closer he leans. You meet his eyes, nodding, your lip bitten between your teeth. You do as he tells you.

You feel as John’s cock begins to stretch you, inch by inch, you try your best to keep breathing. To open your hips wider, trying to better fit him. It does little to sate the burn. He frees up a hand to brush away the tears that fall over your cheeks with his thumb. His kisses distract you, his tongue delving past your lips to deepen the kiss as he guides another fat inch into your cunt.

“Oh gods” your nails clutch at his shoulders, digging into the flesh, trying to ground yourself. The burn is beginning to subside, if only slightly.

“Nearly there, dove, you’re doing so well” he soothes you, kissing your cheek, then your neck. Showering you with them.

You want to hold him tighter, pull him into you until the two of you melt together entirely, while the pain is still present- nothing has ever felt more right. It’s clear that John isn’t all the way in, you feel it when he adjusts, while you feel stretched beyond belief, there’s still more to go. He keeps still, beginning to tease your clit with the pad of his thumb as his eyes stay locked where the two of you meet. John watches the way your pussy weeps around his cock, dripping, stretched out.

He hums. “So pretty” he says it, absently, like he doesn’t realise he’s said it out loud.

Your body can’t help the way it jerks at his touch, the way his fingers play with your clit, adjusting pressure. Teasing you. Your chest heaves, quick succeeding breaths that punch out of you with every purse of your lips.

“M-move John, please” it’s melting away now, the pain and the sting, you want him to ruin you now- like he’d promised he would. You watch his lips curl.

“Yeah?” He brings his face closer to yours, the motion means more of his cock buries inside of you, another inch or so. “Want me to fuck this pretty cunt, dove? Need to look after you don’t I” you’re nodding with each word he speaks, at his mercy, under the weight of his stare and the heat of his cock as it swells inside of you.

With one deft arch of his hips, John begins to fuck you. It’s a new pressure, a new sensation that makes you gasp. Gripping him tightly, wherever you catch enough leverage- his skin will be a mosaic of your fingertips tomorrow.

You say his name again, and again and again. It’s a never ending mantra, with each push of his hips, with each cant of his pelvis as he begins to set a rhythm. It doesn’t take long for you to ease up, your pussy softening for the full length and girth of him as he bullies the rest of his cock into you. Pushed to the hilt.

“So wet for me” he adds, and ironically, you feel yourself grow even slicker, even his words make you melt.

“All for you” you surprise yourself, growing bold, feeding his ego as he does yours.

“All for me” he repeats it, coming closer, pressing his chest to yours. Fucking into you even harder than before, it makes your head lull.

John never stops the tirade of his fingers against your clit, while he adjusts the pressure and the angle, he doesn’t take it away completely. He doesn’t want you coming undone too quickly, he wants the first time to be something memorable. He wants to come with you, or at least come as close together as he’s able.

He feels your cunt tighten, swallowing his cock deeper, you’re getting close. And he’s not far behind. While this isn’t his first time like it is yours, he would argue and say it’s never felt like this for him. Like the two of you were moulded for one another, a perfect fit. In every sense of the word.

He hums, flickering his eyes down to where the two of you join, watching the milky wetness of your pussy gushing around his cock. It’s lewd, and he’s the first to admit that he loves nothing better, nothing beats how messy and sloppy and filthy this gets. He’ll enjoy treating you after all of this, he’ll have you cum on his tongue, he’ll show you how messy he can really make you.

“You close, dove? Do you feel it?” John frees a hand, pressing his palm over the swell of your tummy, all soft and plush under his touch. You nod, lips quivering, there is indeed a knot coiling in your stomach beneath where his hand lays.

“Feels so good, John” you manage to make the words legible, not a gargle of words that’s lost to his senses.

It pushes him to quicken his fingers as they work at your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips as he delves deeper, the angle of his cock catching something deep inside you that only stokes the flames- making you gasp.

“Nearly there” he ushers, softly, brushing the hair out of your eyes as the sweat makes it stick to your forehead. “Doing so well for me dove.”

John feels it, the way your nails pierce his skin, watching as your mouth falls open in a silent cry. Your pussy clenching, squeezing him impossibly tight. He fucks you through it, uttering praises in your ear, chasing his orgasm as he fucks you through your first. It seems like it never ends, like you’re dragged through the cusp of it, only to realise that it continues on- like blowing out a match and still seeing as the smoke plumes.

You cry John’s name between gods, clutching at him, pulling him close until his chest squashes yours. Slicked and sweaty together. There’s a few cruel pistons of his hips, you can’t get away, not from how close you hold one another. It hurts then, the way his hips flatten to yours, one final deep pump of his hips as he stutters- cumming inside of you. It’s warm, it’s strange, it’s another one of those things that you hadn’t thought deeply enough about how it would feel. It’s as addicting as everything else.

He growls, he sighs your name, he holds you imposingly tight. Neither of you can breathe properly from how tightly you clutch at each other, but neither of you want to move- not for all the coins in the world. Nothing has ever felt as right as this, the doubt and the worry that you’d felt before seem to melt away with every other coherent thought you’d had before all of this.

Through the haze and the afterglow John begins to grow soft inside of you, allowing some breathing room but keeping you close, he pulls you to lay against the harsh undergrowth with him so that he’s still seated inside of your pussy- plugging you with his cock so his cum stays where it belongs. You stare at each other, noting the sweat and the flush of your cheeks and chests. Your heart is still singing, racing impossibly quick. John smiles and you can’t seem to fight it either, toothy and dumb.

“Is it always that good?” You ask, no longer shy. John laughs, all breathy and loose.

“I’d like to think it would be, dove” his smile reaches, crinkling his eyes, you want to kiss the crows feet by his eyes- one of the many features you adore on him.

“Can we do it again?” Your lip is between your teeth, your hands holding his cheeks as you smooth over his skin with your thumbs. You feel as his cock begins to stiffen inside of you.

“Fucking hell” it’s all John manages before he’s fitting his lips to yours once again.

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You must live

What if Luffy and reader got out of Marineford with Ace?

Ace x reader

2.1k words, gn reader, SFW fluffy at the end

Depictions of war and injuries, happy ending!!! Idc idc, the most plot accurate thing I’ve ever written I guess if you haven’t catched up to marineford then don’t read, or do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I ain’t the boss of ya’

War

It had creeped up on you like a nightmare from which you cannot wake up, your heart thrumming in your chest as you repeat to yourself that nothing’s real, that it’ll past— But it doesn’t

You still remember how you got here, the fear after seeing Ace stomping out the deck just about to jump to his striker as he argued with your dad because you knew there was not stopping him, yet you plead

“Don’t do it” now you stood between his sizzling anger and the edge of the ship, arms immediately grabbing his as a cry for help

“I have to do this, you know I do… I can’t let that bastard step on my dad’s name” as you looked right into his gaze you could just feel there was something else, something he was trying to prove not to your dad, not to the crew or you but to himself— Like he had to be of use to deserve his place

“Then I’m going with you” never in your life you had spoken with such conviction; you run to the side of the deck to gather a backpack and quickly tossing some food that was left laying around before everyone had stopped to convince your stubborn lover and failed miserably

“NO!” in all your time with Ace you had never heard him raise his voice at you, but you gave it no mind, quickly scrabbling anything useful for the journey at your arms reach

“Yes” everyone stood frozen knowing better than to speak up, you and Ace were so painfully similar, stubbornness one of the qualities on that list

“I have to do this myself, I want you here where you’re safe” he tried to quickly reach for the backpack now all full and packed but to not avail since you were quicker to toss it on your shoulders and walked straight to his striker

“I can handle myself just fine. I am going because I want to, I am making that decision,”- the silence that followed your statement was seasoned with desperation from the man that was onto your toes -“If you think I’m letting you go by yourself you’re out of your mind Portgas”

His last name leaving your lips had him groaning, a warning to not question you since you had in fact already made your mind and there was not changing it— so stubborn

So you followed him, through the hot desserts of Alabasta, dangerous Marine base’s and infested seas; you would’ve followed him to the end of the world

Maybe that’s were you find yourself now— the love of your life chained about to be executed like his death had something to proof; his blood not one he choose but now being punished for it, the world had failed him even before he was born and it pains you that you didn’t know, that he didn’t tell you about all the self doubt, insecurities and regrets that blinded him, a lot of things now making sense as you recall some of his behavior even before you began to build your relationship— his search for a life worth living that now you and him wonder if he’ll ever get to taste. But you don’t hold it against him, how could you?

By your side stands his brother, a pirate you had met in your lovers journey that had doomed yourselves, a bright and brave pirate that now gives his life away for his big brother, even if there’s no more he can give he does. And you? The pain that aches your heart also aches your bones, one more hit and you’ll probably be gone but you don’t care, as Ace’s voice rattles trough the dead and screams of pain it gives you all the energy and all the will to continue

“Why is it now that my brother, my dad, the love of my life and my crew fight for me, is that I find myself wanting to live?”

His words are drowned by his tears and your own but you feel them to the core, clenching your fists as you make your way through the war unfolding. Marines, pirates and family all fight for the future, you? You just want Ace to live, then you’ll give yourself the luxury of thinking about the future— A future where he is in

You scream his name at the top of your lungs making his head jolt up looking for you from high above, even though a battle cry, your voice soothes him but it also terrifies him. He fears for your life, and if you may want to keep him in it now that you know his biggest secret— what do you think of him now?

His fears quickly fade as you scream once more

“YOU HAVE TO LIVE ACE”

He doesn’t deserve you- he thinks. You had stood by him through thick and thin. even now you could turn away from this war and start anew, yet you fight for him, body scarred, bullets and punches flying above your head but your eyes look for his, your voice chooses to call for his name and reassure him even amongst the chaos— He feels your love as it expands through his tired form, combusting

“I LOVE YOU ACE, WE ALL DO, THAT’S WHY YOU HAVE TO LIVE BECAUSE YOURE WORTH IT”

Luffy glances back at you, the widest smile you’ve ever seen painted on his features, he calls your name while one of his hands holds your shoulder in a tight grip as if trying to keep you on the here and now “We are getting Ace out of here I promise”

That is the last thing you hear before everything becomes a blur, but you hold the promise close because you know it was made with a honest and pure heart. The Marines desperate to win the war and execute your lover pounce over you like a wild animal thirsty for what they call justice, but this is just a masacre. You hold onto the idea that this may pass too, like everything does

Somehow you pull trough, how? You still can’t comprehend, probably out of your resilience alone. Helping Luffy up to uncuff Ace’s restraints knowing he’s the only one capable enough to set him free, and he lives up to his name shocking everyone as both brothers decent making the war hold its breath.

That’s when Ace finally can really see you, your face clear and your presence heavy in his heart— it’s like the first time he ever saw you, love is the only thing stirring around his stomach even in the middle of his own demise as you stand in front of him, there’s nothing more he wants than to kiss you senseless right now, cry as you hold him tight grateful you’re here

But this is not over

It might never be

Your feet move at the speed of light, Ace’s hand wrapped around yours in the tightest grip as if grounding him, while also keeping you safe and sound. You must’ve been thrilled, the love of your life free and by your side now, yet, this cruel world seemed to just hate him- forever cursed by the blood running through his veins

It dawns on you very quickly how getting out of this hell wouldn’t be easy, that you will have to leave people behind just to be free, and it pains you both to have to turn your backs on your captain, your dad. You see the distress trough Ace’s face as he escapes, his heart thrumming louder and louder but apparently not loud enough as he catches the voice of Akainu- one of the Marines admiral’s calling his dad weak, even as he dies for you all

He stops, so do you and as you turn to look for his gaze you catch that same glint that was the reason of this nightmare. Ace was angry, it bubbles on his being like it has done so many times before and you know there’s not changing the course of this— you feel hopeless

You stand terrified in the presence of the admiral, a ruthless man that kills in the name of justice but he’s no different to even the most evil criminals he has wiped from the seas. You are not a believer in any means, but you find yourself prying to anyone above that you’re not next on his list

Ace bites back, Akainu lures him as he continues to spit venom on the ones he loves, the symbol tattooed on Ace’s back nothing but reminding you of how far he can go- and he will now

Because he would never turn his back on the people he loves

It all happened so fast yet so slow; your lover hits the ground, red crimson puddle staining the hard floor as you panic. You turn to all directions as if looking for an answer, a miracle that would get you out of here alive

Then you see it, bright and burning at the heat of the sun— Akainu’s punch flies as it tries to burn Luffy like icarus.

The rubber boy that had flew too close to the sun trying to protect the person he loves most

And of course Ace is rushing to protect him

It’s selfish really, the way you’re only thinking about how to get yourself out of this. You want to run away from the war harmless, untouched; alongside the ones you love standing by your side with a future to think about the next morning. It fuels you; all the grief, pain and anger rises and you don’t know how or why— maybe it was the entity up above that heard your desperate pleas and pulled on the strings of destiny

But… You punch Ace

You punch him harder than you have ever punched before, launching both of your hurt bodies to the other side of the battlefield. Akainu’s fist wavers, enough to miss his actual target, his little brother who holds Ace’s life between his fingertips while it sets alight once again

Everything stills, even as you hit the floor hard, you must’ve passed out after all this torturous time fighting, but you hold onto the little sanity and energy you can

Ace is looking at you incredulous— a million emotions tug at him as he looks back between you and his brother. Is he relieved? Angry? Scared?. For a moment his strong morals crumble as his gaze meets yours; you’re tired, so so tired yet hopeful as you plead for him to change his ways eve if it is for just this once, because you’re a selfish bastard

You can’t really make up what he’s saying to you now, you don’t really care as you use all in you to muster

“You must live Ace”

Your body shuts down, limp crashing on Ace’s naked top half as he holds you desperately, both of you may still lay on the battlefield but you feel safe because you know he’ll listen to you— you know he’ll live

And he would never let you down

It’s cold, you can make out a continuous beep that follows the rhythm of your slow heartbeat. You try to adjust the uncomfortable position in which you lay on your back, but your body doesn’t respond not even your eyelids as you beg them to show you where you are— Were you dead? Safe? At the bottom of the sea?

Air slowly enters your lungs, allowing your tired body to settle, you open your eyes a little hesitant now, a gray metal ceiling greets you

Another breath gives you the courage to move, you don’t recognize any of the coroners that your eyes land on, the bed creeks making the cowboy hat by your bed that was still in the corner of your eye jolt up

There they were, those eyes you adored more than anything… and that you thought you’ll never see again. They are different now, puddled with grief yet softer

It was reliving how after your ears had ringed for so long, to listen to your name spoken so softly, so lovingly

“You’re here” Ace can’t even bring himself to touch you, afraid you may shatter and there was just so much he wanted to say, to do, yet he only thanks you

He sobs now, allowing his walls to fall right at your feet because who else could’ve done it if not you

Your scarred hands cup his freckled face tenderly “Ace… you lived”

What a silly thing to say, of course he lived

Why wouldn’t he live?

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I just finished Marineford and omg I just had this looping in my mind, Ace is my favorite character I see a lot of myself in him. This was written in 3 sittings so I may consider writing a corrected/longer version of it if people are interested because I am a huge nerd and love writing takes on arcs and stuff. Anyway Portgas D Ace you would always be famous

[venussaidso]

Mercury Dominant Themes — 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟖

It seems to be a theme in Revati where all the wealth that has been accumulated from the Uttara Bhadrapada stage is easily accessed, but the native must be deemed worthy or in alignment with this sacred wealth and very often they are (but they gotta prove it usually). Profound, universal secrets are quietly recovered in Revati where elevating/ascension is easily achieved (whether through wealth status, spirituality, surpassing mental limitations etc).

The 12H activates so perfectly in Revati by draining everything away to remind us of those secrets so that we 'wake up' again.

I'm going to use monetary wealth and inheritance for my observation, not spiritual, so bare with me.

Revati reminds us of the duality of privilege and hardship, which is either emphasized in this nakshatra or tends to be taken for granted (how such 12H harsh lessons will come in).

We can see how Revati is the 'nepo baby' nakshatra, but there's more to it if we extend this theme a bit more.

Revati being extremely wealthy while also being a nakshatra about humanity & community further validates it being a universal sign (Pisces).

We can look at the story; The Prince & the Pauper written by Mark Twain who is Revati Moon.

The story is about two boys, the prince and the pauper, who switch places and briefly experience each other's lives. The prince experiences the struggle of a commoner's life, and the pauper gets a taste of the responsibilities of the royal life. This makes them have a deeper understanding and even empathy for each other and others alike. Revati emphasizes the shared humanity of all of us, and that's why this nakshatra tends to use their wealth to give back to communities; going into foreign lands to help others that cannot be helped. This proves them being worthy of their wealth, which is now something that can be maintained and even elevated.

Gaining inheritance but only through challenging conditions is something that I associate with Revati. This falls into them proving themselves worthy of the given wealth or learning to put their ego down to be properly nourished.

The film The Bachelor (1999) is about a man, who is fearful of commitment, is made aware that the only way to inherit his grandfather's wealth is by finding himself a bride. The guy is literally commitment-phobic, but he must change his ways. He is played by a Revati Moon.

It's very interesting that films regarding family monetary/asset inheritance have (Mercurial) nakshatras which trine Revati. For example, the film The Descendants (2011) has a plot where the main character is considering on selling a pristine piece of land that has been passed down throughout generations in his family. The director of this film is a Jyestha Moon.

Or the film Inheritance (2020) stars an Ashlesha Moon who plays a character whose father dies, unfairly leaving her with a small inheritance of $1m compared to her brother - played by a possible Ashlesha Moon - who received $20m.

Unfortunately, she also inherits a lifetime of deception and deadly truths that her father left her to deal with. So, we can see how this trope looks on the flipped side where inheritance can be a curse. Mercury nakshatras are the last to deal with the (family) baggage that tend to be passed on from their family, and they're usually the ones to put an end to curses or cycles. Mercury nakshatras, in the general, are the last stage where all matters from the Jupiter/Saturn nakshatras are dealt with & released. In the film, the deceased father is interestingly played by a Vishakha Sun, Purva Bhadrapada Moon.

Actually, circling back to the film The Bachelor (1999), the deceased grandfather who's willing to pass his wealth to his Revati Moon grandson is actually played by a Pushya Moon, Punarvasu Ascendant. I find that Saturn nakshatras can make things challenging for Mercurial nakshatras, not wanting to let them off too easy. Giving them challenging conditions regarding inheritance. Sometimes, Jupiter/Saturn nakshatras can play a role in which they take advantage of vulnerable, Mercury nakshatra natives.

This is seen in the film Rain Man, which was literally directed by Revati Sun AND Jyestha Moon, Barry Levinson.

The film is about two brothers who reunite after the death of their father. The greedy, selfish brother played by a Pushya/or Punarvasu Moon who realizes that his father left his entire estate to his autistic savant brother who is played by an Ashlesha Sun. The Pushya/or Punarvasu Moon brother kidnaps the Ashlesha in hopes to get him to share his inheritance with him.

Now, very interesting how Mercury nakshatras can be born into wealth but it can all be drained away from recklessness, arrogance, or for a lesson for the natives. Going bankrupt, being dethroned etc. can be Revati/12H themes that make us go boundless, by taking everything away which we held onto most of our lives. It makes sense why the 12H is said to be co-ruled by Ketu. Nakshatras trining Revati can also have these themes extended to them.

The film 'Material Girls' is about two heiresses to a multi-million-dollar company who approach life very recklessly and arrogantly. One day a scandal they get involved in causes the downfall of their family reputation and they shift into a life of being penniless and homeless.

The film stars Jyestha Moon, Hilary Duff, and her sister, Haylie Duff, who has her Mars&Venus in Revati. And the movie is literally directed by Revati Moon, Martha Coolidge.

Another movie to mention is the very first Thor (2011) movie, in which the main character - an arrogant, reckless royal prince - is stripped of his powers and banished from his home. He lands on Earth, powerless and ordinary, where he learns humility and what it truly means to be a hero before reclaiming his status. The main character is played by Ashlesha Sun Chris Hemsworth, and the movie is directed by Jyestha Sun Kenneth Branagh. LMAOOO I MISTAKENLY WROTE JYESTHA MOON IN THE PIC

Now, onto Disney Princesses.

What do these three movies have in common? There's a commonality in their respective storylines. Rapunzel, Princess Aurora, and Princess Anastasia all have a period in the plots where they are not aware of their royal lineage or rightful place on the throne. It becomes a central narrative to move the stories towards these characters finally remembering who they are. 12H themes are at work again here, as 12H will strip you of your identity and create even more confusion of the Self. The 12H is also about remembering who you are again, being reminded of where you belong. These characters are so incredibly Piscean/12th house in nature that of course they can only be voiced by Revati natives!

Tangled (2010) — Mandy Moore voicing Rapunzel

Sleeping Beauty (1959) — Mary Costa as Aurora

Anastasia (1997) — Meg Ryan as Anastasia

Live-action version of Princess Aurora has been played by Elle Fanning; very fittingly lmao.

There's a Barbie Rapunzel movie and Rapunzel was interestingly voiced by a dominant Revati stellium.

And Rapunzel in the Shrek version was voiced by someone with two Ashlesha placements (I know, not the best example but having two repeated nakshatras make them dominant imo).

As I've mentioned, nakshatras that have the same nakshatra lord can share the same themes because they trine as a result, so they're closely connected. But Revati is the face of this post, just btw.

From what I gathered, Revati teaches humility, empathy and compassion. Revati is a nakshatra that sees humanity in all, and this trope is well embodied in the Prince and the Pauper story. Revati teaches us how class and wealth creates illusions of separation, and so the 12H takes that thing you believe 'separates' you from others so that you are reminded of the truth. Reminded, is the key word, because the truth has already been realized Uttarabhadrapada, where self-liberation and abundance is achieved. In Revati, you forget the truth that freed you in Uttarabhadrapada. So, Ketu will remind you (Pisces/12H co-ruled by Ketu) and it will hurt (the process of remembering hurts, but the aftermath is so freeing). But things can go the Disney Princess way, where you have to find your way back to yourSELF. This is how we see Revati natives losing themselves, especially in love, just to forget to remember (which is the whole point of life/humanity... EXACTLY WHY REVATI IS A UNIVERSAL NAKSHATRA).

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 164 }

of gifts and curses.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ i see your face with every punch i take | and every bone i break, it's all for you | and my worst pains are words i cannot say | still i will always fight on for you… }

the coppery taste of blood had come to be something jinwoo was most accustomed to.

back when he was still a level-e hunter, nearly killing himself with each and every raid that he went on, the pain and agony of the gates he was subjected to nearly made him give up-

but he held on.

not just because his sister needed him-

not just because his mother was subjected to a permanent slumber-

but because he wanted to get stronger for you, too.

you were someone that became a constant comfort for him, spending your days tending to his wounds while helping him care for jinah during the times he was away risking his life during these raids. without fail, whenever jinwoo would go on these raids (and escaping them after barely surviving)-

you would somehow always find a way to greet him from the gate’s exit.

seeing your kind smile and the way you held out your arms for him, allowing him to slump against you in a warm embrace, his scrawny arms bringing your comforting form ever so closer to him as he allowed the tears to fall.

you would remain by his side, giving him cans of his favorite brand of coffee while replenishing his energy with all of his favorite snacks. and when his injuries became too dire, you would stay up with him throughout the late hours of the night, tending to his wounds to the best of your abilities.

your stable presence and belief in him was enough to make him confess his love for you, keeping you by his side in an almost selfish manner, since he knew that with the way he was now, there wasn’t a damn thing he could offer you-

but by some stroke of luck, you never seemed to care about the things he could not offer you, still loving him unconditionally despite it all.

jinwoo believed that he had truly found a soulmate in you, and surprisingly, he found himself not minding his weak self…

you had let him slowly begin to love himself thanks to the unconditional love you held for him.

he always believed that he could never change no matter how hard he tried-

yet such self deprecating thoughts all but disappeared into thin air when he was met with the double dungeons, one that made him realize what true fear was the moment he died-

and was given a second chance at life-

reborn into something far more powerful than what he could ever imagine.

it was through his newfound identity as the system’s sole player that he was able to break out of the chains that labeled him as the weakest in the world. when he was brought to the hospital and made the mistake of ignoring the system’s first request, the punishment for not completing the task in the allotted time-

it had sent him to another world surrounded by desert sand as he was forced to survive within its borders while escaping from the beast that dwelled inside the heart of the desert.

needless to say, jinwoo didn’t ignore a single quest like that ever again.

on top of how he was literally leveling up with each quest he completed, you still remained by his side, often taking turns with jinah when it came to visiting him at the hospital.

and despite how he never told you or jinah about the truth of his resurrection, it was clear that you could tell the subtle changes his body was going through. when you visited him at the hospital one late afternoon, bringing with you the lunch you had cooked for him, you would remain strictly by his side.

as if you were glued to him, you would cling to his left arm while he ate his ramyun, looking down at you with an amused expression before asking you, “what’s wrong?”

a cute little pout would paint your gorgeous features as you merely tightened your hold on him in response. “the nurses were gossiping about you… calling you hot… and i didn’t like them checking out what’s already been mine from the start.”

feeling amused (yet filled to the brim with love and affection for you) he leans down to press a kiss against your hair, all while silently promising to not only get stronger for his family-

but for you as well.

and he could not thank the system for making him into the man that he was today.

he had grown taller.

his face had lost its prior roundness, becoming more defined while his voice seemed to deepen with a newfound confidence, losing the prior meekness it once had.

the system had given him the gift of becoming a powerful mage; a necromancer that could turn each enemy he had slain into his own, obedient soldiers.

with every battle he’s faced-

and with every bone that he breaks, filling his mouth with the taste of blood as a grueling pain courses through him-

still he fought on, just for you.

you, who had never once left his side despite the growing darkness that was beginning to seep into his veins.

you, who remained blissfully unaware at how he had killed numerous men during the times he spent within each dungeon, secretly turning those who wished to harm him into his own personal shadow soldier-

(a feat that would always be kept as a secret from you.)

and it was during his walk home back to you that he could feel the exhaustion beginning to kick in. despite how his injuries were healed, his stamina had remained the same, remaining severely low as he struggled to remain upright.

jinwoo needed to see you again.

he needed to have you in his arms before pressing your body closer to his, allowing him bask in your warmth- in your light.

for what seemed like an eternity, jinwoo finally reaches your shared apartment, unlocking it while letting out a weak, “i’m home.”

his voice was a bit broken and cracked, but he immediately silenced himself upon seeing the television screen turned on, painting your sleeping figure settled on the couch in colorful hues as the shadow soldier he had assigned to you peered up at him with glowing, purple eyes.

jinwoo winks at his soldier, raising up a finger in a gesture that was meant to convey be quiet. he tiptoes closer to where you lay against the couch, taking the remote off the coffee table before shutting off the t.v. screen.

with his heightened senses, he was able to still see your form despite the complete and utter darkness, leaning down to hold you within his embrace as he carried you (bridal style) back into your shared room.

as he worked on laying you back down in bed, you stirred in your sleep while softly whispering his name, making jinwoo smile down at you in response.

“ssssh, it’s okay. i’m here now… and i’m not going anywhere.” he reassures you before getting into bed with you, basking in the way you seemed to know where he was while you gravitated towards him. your cheek was already resting against his chest, eyes never once opening when you cuddled yourself even closer to him, greedily basking in his warmth as your chest was pressed together in response, not even leaving a millimeter of space between your two forms.

jinwoo continues to stare blankly at the ceiling, mulling over his thoughts while massaging your scalp and running his fingers through your hair. in the dead of night, where the only movements were seen with the soldiers he had placed surrounding the parameters of the bedroom, he closes his eyes while murmuring your name.

“i love you… everything that i do- it’s all for you.”

you mutter something in your sleep, making jinwoo smile when he turns around to fully embrace you, pressing you tightly against his chest as he brought his lips to your forehead. after whispering of his love and devotion to you one last time, he closes his eyes and joins you in a peaceful slumber…

{ this gift is my curse for now… }

a.n. - yellowcard’s { gifts and curses } played on my playlist and i was hit with such feels that i had to write something for jinwoo 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[drchucktingle]

queer horror memory lane

i know this screenshot above is just way of some algorithm but seeing these books together i am so honored youve allowed me to open my heart and trot out my art in this unique way. having two well received queer horror books (and third on way) is amazing given where i started my trot. thank you

easy to talk on 'death of unique art' these days but if you look at my story it is powerful example that buckaroos have a taste for challenging or untraditional figures in art. this is NOT to my credit, this is to YOUR credit. YOU have supported queer autistic art. i am so moved

i am already a pretty optimistic bud but still BLOWN AWAY by way my trot has been embraced over time. i recognize my perspective is 'strange' to many but to see the way this unique way was once treated with irony and now sincerity has bloomed in its place. it brings tears of joy

as i trot down my QUEER HORROR memory lane i am going to repost TRAILER for each book just because i have been basking in these memories and recalling the slow embrace of this timeline around me. thank you for allowing me this space i am so humbled and honored. LOVE IS REAL

STRAIGHT

When a strange tear in the cosmos appears within Earth’s annual path, the consequences are disastrous. For one night a year, the vast majority of humans now undergo a frightening mental change, transforming into hateful, rage-fueled zombies who will stop at nothing to satiate their desire for brutality.

While not much is understood about this horrific mass hysteria, the demographic it effects is very specific: cisgender straight people. 

A few years after the first of these tragic events, four friends from across the queer spectrum look for safety in solitude, hunkering down in a remote desert cabin for what is now known as Saturation Day. With a vaccine available for straight people to curb their violent episodes, some predict the worst is over. Others aren’t so sure.

As night falls, it becomes clear that survival isn’t guaranteed this Saturation Day.

GET STRAIGHT HERE

CAMP DAMASCUS

From beloved internet icon Chuck Tingle, Camp Damascus is a searing and earnest horror debut about the demons the queer community faces in America, the price of keeping secrets, and finding the courage to burn it all down. Welcome to Neverton, Montana: home to a God-fearing community with a heart of gold. Nestled high up in the mountains is Camp Damascus, the self-proclaimed “most effective” gay conversion camp in the country. Here, a life free from sin awaits. But the secret behind that success is anything but holy. And they’ll scare you straight to hell.

GET CAMP DAMASCUS HERE

BURY YOUR GAYS

Misha knows that chasing success in Hollywood can be hell.

But finally, after years of trying to make it, his big moment is here: an Oscar nomination. And the executives at the studio for his long-running streaming series know just the thing to kick his career to the next level: kill off the gay characters, "for the algorithm," in the upcoming season finale.

Misha refuses, but he soon realizes that he’s just put a target on his back. And what’s worse, monsters from his horror movie days are stalking him and his friends through the hills above Los Angeles.

Haunted by his past, Misha must risk his entire future―before the horrors from the silver screen find a way to bury him for good.

PREORDER BURY YOUR GAYS HERE

i am blessed by your support, your love, and your kindness. cannot believe how lucky i am to trot with you in all in this way and i cant WAIT to see what the future of this timeline holds for us. thank you for proving love with me from the past to the future

[featguler]

why do you do this to yourself ? ────── arda is not your boyfriend, but he sure gets jealous like he is.

♡ ────── pairing : arda güler x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. reader is a university student living in madrid. situtionship!arda güler lol. might have to mention that reader is a business major but it doesn't really matter. this one's a bit suggestive towards the end, folks. ♡ ────── wordcount : 757 ♡ ────── notes : i don't know why i keep on writing jealous fics... but debut arda fic! i love him sm ♡ this is lightly based on dial drunk by noah kahan and the bolter by taylor swift, just the vibes, not the actual drunk dialing. enjoy loves ♡ masterlist.

Arda’s friends think he’s stupid.

Hell.

He’ll give you one better: Arda thinks he’s stupid.

His friends think it’s stupid that he would move four-thousand kilos away just to fall in love with a person who doesn’t seem all that interested in getting into a relationship, with him or not.

But Arda? He thinks he’s stupid for staying anyway.

The distance between Ankara and Madrid intimidates his friends—scares them, even—but Arda has gone through it. Falling in love with someone is usually next on the list after settling into a new town; he’s used to this.

But staying?

No, no. Arda is quite the bolter. He leaves a room as quickly as he gets into it. He falls out of love as soon as he tastes a glimpse of their lips.

It’s not that he’s afraid of hurting. It’s just how he works—he moves here and there physically, and his heart cannot help but move along.

Which is why you are such an odd case.

Arda is not too sure that you are even in love with him. And he would ask you if you would want to be his, but he fears rejection more than he welcomes the possibility of change, so he is stuck in this strange, mindless limbo, swimming between self-deprecation and self-doubt. And he is not too sure either that you are stuck there with him.

“Mhm,” Arda closes his eyes, his strong grip around your waist as the sun dims just outside your apartment window. Madrid is beautiful all day, but to him, nothing beats the sunset Ankara would parade back in Türkiye.

Arda shifts, and instead of resting the side of his head on your chest, he turns his neck to place his chin on you. His eyes—sometimes brown, at times grey—flicker from one corner of your face to the other. He takes in the curves of your eyebrow, the way you breathe, and quietly scoffs.

“What?”

Without peeling your eyes from your phone, you raise an arm to run your fingers through the strands of his hair, now cut short to combat the summer heat.

“Who are you texting?”

“Some guy,” your reply irks him, “from my marketing class.”

Arda pushes air in his mouth to puff his cheeks, rolling his eyes.

“Sounds fun,” he grumbles.

“He is.”

Arda pushes himself off you, using one hand to support his body while the other softly grabs your chin, tugging you to look at him. He leans down, closes his eyes, and presses his lips against yours.

You drop your phone on the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

He likes this. He likes the way you kiss him back, the way your nails dig into his skin. He likes this, and he likes you.

Arda opens his eyes after a moment, drawing away from your lips to watch you breathe as he rests his forehead on yours.

“You gotta stop texting this guy,” he finally breathes, looking in your eyes for some kind of reciprocation.

You laugh. “Why?”

Arda shrugs. “‘Cause I said so.”

“Well,” you push a strand of his hair away from his brows only for it to return to its place, “we’re not exactly together, are we? I don’t have to listen to you.”

Arda pouts at that—his bottom lip juts out; his nose scrunches.

“Don’t look at me like that?” You laugh again, softly pushing face away from you, despite his insistence in staying still.

You smile up at him before turning to blindly reach for your phone, buzzing with Snapchat notifications from some fucking guy in marketing class. Arda slants his eyes, leaning down to press his nose against your neck, silently kissing your skin.

“You should send him a picture of us.”

“Of us?” You repeat, fingers already busy typing away. “Like this?”

“Sure,” he mumbles against you, “or you can be on top, if you want.”

“Of course,” he hates the sarcasm dripping from your words. “Should I go ahead and tag Arda Güler on Instagram too while I’m at it?”

“Why not?” He continues nibbling on your skin. “Next time I start, I’ll send a free ticket over.”

“Stop that,” you pull away from his lips, and Arda lets out a whine. “You’ll leave a mark.”

He pouts, and ends up placing the side of his head on your shoulder as you continue toying around with your phone, the low sun enhancing the features of your face.

Fuck.

Name a bigger idiot watching the Madrid sunset right now.

[kaiser1ns]

𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

╹synopsis :: loving, realising, missing and living. the first love comes with these four components.

╹contents :: [scheduled post i will be inactive when this is posted] can be read as fem/gn reader; angst, inspired by "spring day"

ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ? ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇ? ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʙʏ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴇʀᴀꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

The room was cold, even in August it was still neverending winter. It wasn't just the temperature that made it feel like frozen in time — it was the absence of your presence. He stood there, staring at the empty couch you once used to fall asleep waiting for him after practice. The midfielder could still see, feel, and hear you as he closed his eyes, you are here just waking up and ready to greet him. But now as he opened his eyes you are not next to him and the memories remain like scars, a road made of fallen petals in the neverending garden of life.

But deep down, Sae knew the truth. The distance increased, the connection decreased, the feelings disappeared and the problems appeared. It was you who changed. He tells himself that every day because he doesn't want to admit that he is the one who has changed. Because of him, summer feels like a spring rain, cold and unstoppable, which cannot wash away the traces of love in his heart and soul. It cannot wash his mistakes and past, and to start a new. It was me who changed. A bitter taste in his mouth just by the thought of saying those words, but he can't and won't accept the fact that he was in the wrong.

Itoshi Sae hates you, at least that's what he wants to think, despite the hurt, despite the void you left in his heart, you were the one who made him whole. Anger, sadness, regret, shame, fear. He kept his emotions in check, but when he was alone, they spread like the first blooming spring flower. Itoshi Sae doesn't hate you, he hates missing you. He never stopped thinking about you, and not a day goes by without something reminding him of you.

The young man sighed, his breath audible against the dead silence. He sat on the soft couch, dropping his bag on the floor, taking one of the many burdens off his shoulders. With a heavy heart, he unlocked his phone and the wallpaper was the cherry blossom tree that you visited for your first date. The too familiar number of yours was still there in the contact list, the contact name didn't change either. He was starting at your picture and then at the "delete this number". It's better to erease you, to remove you from his life because it will hurt less than to blame you, Sae had to let go. And he did, he clicked the red button and you disappeared, the last thing he kept was finally gone. You fell first, he fell harder, and the painful reality of a love that could never blossom again finally catched up to him.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[catchingdaydreams]

Dungeon Meshi spoiler

Theory time : Laios greatest desires

It's been bugging me about what Laios greatest desires are as there are different ways to portray it. So here's my interpretation.

Firstly I want to acknowledge that Laios is still or some what is still the ultimate monster. Whatever he wrote down in his book describing the ultimate monster abilities (not physical appearances I'm focusing on) came true in one way, shape and form. Firstly, the ability to consume the lions desire in the first place. Secondly, in the side stories his poop actually creates a forest. Now the quote "can change shape" actually occurs twice throughout the series (so far).

Firstly turning into the monster and secondary, turning back to a human. The second time was not an act of the Lion as said quote "no magic works on it", thus it is completely Laios doing to shape shift freely. It's also interesting to note that both times he sheds his skin when changing into a new form. Like why this specially? Funny enough we do see this other time, as he turns into a wolf in his dreams to save his friend from the nightmares.

Furthermore, while turning back into a tall man, he isn't completely monster free. His aura remains that other monsters still recognize and therefore fear him.

The idea that weaker monsters fear stronger monsters to the extent of avoiding them is mentioned many times throughout the series. For example Senshi talks about how delicate the food chain is and that a stronger monster (squid/ krachen one) caused an imbalance to the abundance of other species. Naturally dragons are known to be one of the strongest monsters in the dungeon, as Thistle set a variety of different species to kill his party. Yet a common thing arises, coexist is near non-existent as power overall dominates all (either by kicking others off their territory or eating the weaker one). This Laios presence being the ultimate monster is not only removing other strong-ish monsters but disrupting the overall food chain.

Now that I establish what I think Laios is I want to drive it back to what his ultimate desire was. Here are some common ideas that I've seen from others on what his curse was:

To never turn back into the ultimate monster again.

Laios has repeatedly mentioned that he wanted to be another race and fauns over Falins chimera form. So never being able to shape shift again could be his curse.

Never will be full.

This theory stems from when Laios is still eating the dragon despite his friends being full/stick from overeating. They make a comment of concern when Laios says he's not really full yet. There is also speculation from one of the panel of Laios being dramatic as he tried to eat a walking mushroom.

Monsters fearing him and/or fail to cultivate them

In my opinion all of these are correct. Yet how?

Laios cannot eat monsters anymore

It was the main driver/theme thought the series from him and his group to eat monsters to survive. Yet little by little Laios ambitious desire to eat monsters for survival quickly became for the pleasure of taste. This isn't a bad thing, as I would like to clarify. Yet the Winged Lion doesn't really have a grasp of humanity and sees desire as desire, thus is exploiting Laios to go down a gluttonous path. And it does this by offering/guide them to a variety of monsters and access to water and basic needs for cooking. This though doesn't work as Laios is Laios. He isn't selfish. His desires for monsters mixed with the need for acceptance is heavily stated with wanted to integrate and cultivate monsters up on the surface. Furthermore, as he's not alone unlike other dungeon masters such as Thistle or Mithrun, his actions are quickly dispelled if they are reckless. For instance Senshi makes a very important note of keeping the ecosystem in balance and to not over take/kill species as it would upset the food chain. Without his party, gluttony would further be his downfall.

Yet becoming the ultimate monster can also be seen as a gluttonous ideal. He's a apex predator, thus like an actual apex predator no one is able to challenge him / prevent him on what he can or cannot eat eat. The only downfall to his survival is his abundance of prey. Heck being able to eat the lion's desire also alludes to his power of gluttony too.

So with the curse, wouldn't it be ironic to prevent his desire to eat monsters. Being the ultimate monster is now a double edged sword as prey escapes him. He cannot share his desires for eating monsters amongst his people anymore, thus the quotes or trial and error from the epilogue pages. Even if he gets his hands on a monster he cannot truly enjoy eating it, as it never makes him full, which can be interpreted from the epilogue page as well. One might look at the page and interpret as him getting ill from eating the walking mushroom too.

Basically, Laios, as a monster, cannot be a part of an ecological process such as a food webs. He wanted to be accepted and liked by his peers, now he's rejected by nature. Forced to crave for the taste of monsters flesh but it remains elusive.

Forever unsatisfied

By ones desire

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