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steamystrangerfics · 1 month ago

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Okay. Here for my anon.

PANCAKES

Killian Jones x reader.

Tw: smut, like idk guys it’s literally the pancake scene continued. Oral (f receiving). Pet name : Killy (like idky that so cute to me I had to)

Not proofread. It was written in like 2 hours.

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“Mmm,” Killian says softly as he walks up behind you, “something smells delicious”. He’s finishing getting dressed, buttoning up his dashing black vest that fits him all too well over his dark navy dress shirt. He had just gotten out of the shower so he smelled of honeysuckle and lemon, and his hair was still a bit damp.

You were at the stove making breakfast, pancakes to be exact, for your new fiancé. “It’s just from a box,” you giggle as you turn your neck to allow him for access to you. Killian places love bites along you neck while his hand and hook grace your hips. Killian starts to nibble on your earlobe as he whispers “I’m not talking about the pancakes.”

His mouth is exactly why you fell in love with him, how he spoke to you and how he kissed you. You turn from the pancakes and attached your lips to his in a sloppy, deep kiss. He wasted no time in parting your lips with his tongue and dominating your mouth with swirls of pleasure and passion. Your hands ran up along his neck and into his hair as his came down to where you needed them most of all.

“To hell with the pancakes,” you panted as your lips parted from his for a brief moment. Killian pulled your waist closer, needing you back closer to him. You gave into the filthy pirate you call your fiance and pressed yourself against him, pushing him back into the table. As he fell back, a devilish grin arose on his face. You locked lips once again and started unbuttoning Killian’s vest. Killian wasted no time in using his hook to tear your night shirt right off you, “you can’t keep doing that, soon I’ll have nothing to wear.” Killian loved using his hook when he was with you, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t do something to you inside. “Well, love, I’d be fine with that”. You both discarded the rest of your clothes but your undergarments in no time.

Killian’s hand roamed your breasts, taking time on each, as he started to lay you back onto the table. “No, Killian” you stopped him before your back met the table. He stopped everything he was doing and stared into your eyes for an answer. All you could do was smile, “I was still making you breakfast.” you said as you kissed his chest while standing, your hands roaming his body. “If you want to stop,” Killian was a gentleman, he wasn’t going to pry.

“No, Captain” you said deeply as you spun him around and threw him onto the table, “I just thought you’d still be hungry.” You climbed up on the table as you laid him down and straddled him.

“Bloody Hell”, Killian looked up at you from this position, at you offering yourself up to ride his face. “What have I done to deserve such a lady?” Killian placed his hand on your thigh and stroked his thumb slowly. “You believed in me, Killy. And you loved me.” You were now leaning down to kiss him once more. “Now, I want to see that mouth filthy, and hear those pretty sounds. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes darkened above Killian, he’s never seen this in you but he liked it.

Killian ripped your panties straight off with his hook as you lowered yourself on top of him. His mouth was already watering and eyes glistening. “You’re beautiful” Killian spoke as he laid a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

Killian took his time teasing you, kissing your thighs and toward your folds as your desire to have him rose. “I don’t even have to touch you, love, and your squirming,” he mumbled from underneath you. He slowly licked a strip along your folds and took in all of your juices leaking out. “Killian, Please”, you yelped at the pleasure as you pressed down onto his tongue trying to get some friction. You ran your hands through his soft brown hair, trying to hold still. His metallic hook came up press against your aching bud. The moan that escaped you was none like you’ve ever made before. Killian started making circular movements with his hook as he inserted his tongue into your firey folds. “Captain!” You cried out, and his eyes darted open to lock with yours. He watched your face as he lapped at your core, those pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head. He loved the things he could do to you. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, as you rocked above him. His rings felt cold within you as he hooked his fingers in just the right spot. Pumping in and out of you, and now using his tongue on your precious bud, you could feel you were reaching your limit.

“Killian-,” you moaned, unable to speak. He knew you were close, he went back to using his tongue in between your folds. Killian used his hooked arm to wrap around your waist and pull you down onto him. He wanted to taste every last drop of you.

The moans coming from Killian sent vibrations through your body and that was you undoing.

Your legs shook, your toes curled, your eyes fluttered, and Killian held you in place.

When you were finished catching you breath, you sat back onto Killian’s lap. You were taking in all that he was.”Killian,” you said sweetly as you reach up to kiss him, taking in your own sweet taste, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he states as he sits up to embrace you. You look down to notice the hard erection in Killian’s boxers.

“Why don’t we go get a shower and take care of this” you suggest, grazing your hand over the very large bulge.

“Aye,” he kisses your forehead, “looks like I’m not the only filthy pirate.” Killian winks and you two run off to the shower in each others arms.

#leave me alone I just want Killian to do this shit to me #killian x you #captain guyliner #captain hook #ouat #colin o'donoghue #killian jones smut #killian jones x reader #killian jones #to hell with the pancakes

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trekkie-polls · 8 months ago

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Nutrek has a received a lot of criticism but you have to admit the newer shows have done a much better job of showing more female characters, a wider range of female characters, and more women in leadership. And I’d say more positive women in leadership. We saw a lot of antagonist female admirals in the 90’s. If I had made this poll in 2005, most of the options would be characters we only saw for an episode, or brief scenes.

1. Philippa Georgiou

2. Michael Burnam

3. Kathryn Janeway

4. Seven of Nine

5. Carol Freeman

6. Killy

7. Cassidy Yates

8. Marie Batel

9. Rachel Garrett

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fxckin-blackbeard · 1 month ago

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@heartthrobxhook

"I was just called Captain Hooker and I don't know how I'll ever recover from that."

ᒥ☠ᒧ— Edward's hand shot up from his side to cover the smile on his lips. The man coughs, trying to smother the sound of a laugh. He should be more sympathetic, he knew that. But Captain Hooked was pretty damn funny.

Once-Blackbeard-now-just-Ed stands from his seat, walks over to the younger Captain, and wraps an arm around his shoulder. "K-Killy," He clears his throat, trying to hide another laugh. "...I'll gut 'em for ya, awright?" He lowers his hand, showing off his cheeky smile now. The promise of violence would make him smile, he didn't have to hide his humor anymore.

#arr or some shit (in character)#I'm just a product of a living hell | And I don't want to live like this no more (heartthrobxhook)

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knightotoc · 7 months ago

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Season 1: 23rd century, mutiny, Federation-Klingon War, T'Kuvma, Ash/Voq, L'Rell, Captain Lorca, giant tardigrade, Sarek, logic extremists, Vulcan Expeditionary Group applications, Admiral Cornwell, time loop Harry Mudd, Pahvo, Mirror Universe, Captain Killy, Culber dies, Emperor Georgiou

Themes: betrayal, trust, good vs evil

Season 2: Captain Pike, Red Angel, seven signals, Spock's nightmares, Jett Reno, Terralysium, Amanda Grayson, L'Rell and Ashvoq's baby, Section 31, Leland, the ghost of May, the Sphere's data, Culber gets better, Kamina, Talos IV, Control, Airiam dies, Klingon monastery, time crystals, Queen Po, jump to the future

Themes: motherhood, secrets, corruption

Season 3: 32nd century, the Burn, Book, trance worm, Aditya Sahil, Zareh, Captain Saru, Tal, Adira, Gray, Trill, Admiral Vance, seed archive, Nhan, Ni'Var, Qowat Milat, T'Rina, Kwejian, the Emerald Chain, Osyraa, Carl, goodbye Georgiou!, Su'Kal and the holograms, Burnham demoted then promoted, dilithium deliveries

Themes: grief, scarcity, transphobia?

Season 4: Captain Burnham, President Rillak, the DMA (cough covid cough), Kwejian destroyed, Gray resurrected, J'Vini, cadets stranded on the moon, Ruon Tarka and Oros's parallel universe, Felix and the orb, Gray and Zora play a Trill board game, Species 10-C, Book's betrayal, hydrocarbon emotion math language

Themes: misunderstanding, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" references

Season 5: Progenitors, Moll and L'ak, solving riddles to make a map, Q'Mau, Fred, Rayner, Lyrek, Adira and Gray break up, Jinaal possesses Culber, time bug, the Breen, atheism on Halem'no, racer Tilly, Ravah, Ruhn, Eternal Gallery and Archive, Hy'Rell, Tahal, wedding and finale

Themes: romances, religion, power

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heartthrobxhook · 3 months ago

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ᒥ☠ᒧ— It had taken two months of multiple hours per sitting, but today was the last day. He finally finished Killian's sleeve tattoo. Some days it had been painful, tattooing over scar tissue would do that, but some rum and Edward's gentle, steady hand kept the pain to a minimum. "There we are," He adds a few more pokes, finishing the last line of the compass. "All done, Killy!" Edward chuckles, grabbing a rum soaked cloth to wipe away the excess ink so the tattoo could be seen. It was an ornate design, hence why it had taken so long to complete. A map design, specifically Neverland, with a compass and other nautical things.

The tattooing the first few sessions were incredibly painful, that first one the younger captain cried but had remained still. The soft underside of his arm and the old self harm scars made that area had heightened pain nerves. But it was worth it, this art a gift from his beloved designed and meticulously tattooed was beautiful. The last few sessions were better to manage as the sleeve was created and he could enjoy watching Edward work with such care and devotion.

He watched Edward wipe his arm after finishing and lifted it to see the complete work, turning his arm this way and that to get a good look at all sides. "It's a masterpiece. Some of your best work." Killian said in awe. Now he had something of Edward to carry with him always. He leaned forward and planted a loving kiss on Edward's lips.

#fxckin blackbeard

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clare-875 · 2 months ago

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Until the End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 23

[Erwin's Dream]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-Two] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Four] _____

Warnings: Descriptions of Blood and Injury, Canonical Violence

You look down below, spotting newer Scouts along with Marlo, a boy who helped you months earlier when the Scouts were on the run. They tugged your horses along looking for a place to tie them, fear evident on their faces. Two Titans approach them from the distance and you whip your way through the air. In one fast movement, they had fallen to the floor. "Captain [y/n]..." Marlo looks up to you in surprise before you shout down to them quickly. "Quickly, move the horses to the west!" They shout out in confirmation as Levi lands on a roof nearby. He meets your eyes for an instant before you're off again. You'd killed so many Titans, preventing many casualties on the scene. The Scouts that surround you struggle with the small Titans, nowhere near the strength you need but you push on.

You slice through napes again and again and again. How many had you killed? You honestly didn't know. All you knew was that speed was of the essence, and fortunately, it was your specialty. You turn upwards, slicing through the nape of a four-meter Titan before setting off again. Erwin looks down on your work commendably. He would've expected to have lost many Scouts in this battle, weaker Scouts dying without so much as their first Titan kill. However, your form whizzed by on the scene and he had only maybe seen two or three casualties, vastly less than expected. What's more, your efforts help prevent Levi from losing his gas or energy, essential in killing the Beast Titan.

You pant slightly as you continue, now much more aware of the Beast Titan's eyes on you. You're close to him now, on the outskirts of the houses and you look to see the way his gaze does not falter as he stares your way. You shiver outwardly. What a creep. But as you go to fling yourself to another rooftop, you hear a deafening roar. The shout of a Titan echoed through the air. You pause, looking back then turning your gaze back to the Beast Titan. It now holds a barrel in its hand as it goes into a strange stance and then flings the barrel in the air. It flies far overhead, you watch as it goes over the wall to the side where yours and Hange's Squad would be, fighting Reiner. It can't be... in that barrel... could it be... Bertholdt?

You have no time to think as you kill several more Titans on your descent back to the walls, saving countless more Scouts. However, you come to a halt and pause when soon enough you see an explosion blast through the sky. You feel your heart drop, and you feel the tremor of the ground beneath you, causing you to grasp on tightly to the roof you stand on. There is an immense glow that seeps past the walls from the other side, lighting up the blue of the early daybreak. Hange... everyone... were they okay? Smoke rises from the other side but you don't falter. It had been several minutes since you started killing Titans, and only very few linger in the streets.

You look up, and sure enough, Erwin has an arm high in the air, a signal for you to go to him. Meeting eyes with Levi briefly, he nods; the path had been paved, and he would be able to go to the Beast Titan with much less interference. The other Scouts, those you had saved, and those within the squads would continue to kill the Titans that lingered, but it should be much less of an issue now. You break eye contact after the silent exchange and go past the houses that surround you before attaching yourself to the wall before you. You can't shake the eyes of the Beast Titan though as it observes as Erwin signals you back to him. ‘Impressive, she's almost killed all of them and saved so many of her subordinates... So that's [y/n]...’

A moment passes.

Just one second.

Your feet touch the top of the wall and you turn to Erwin, about to refill your gas tanks and assist your squad on the other side; the squad you hoped was still alive. But that instant never comes. Suddenly you hear the noise of something ricochet, getting louder, and louder. It was like thunder thrumming in your eardrums. You turn from Erwin's horrified gaze and look down below. Your face mirrors Erwin's as your eyes scour the scene. Debris rose from where the remains of abandoned homes used to stand. Among the dirt and gravel turned upwards and muffling the clarity of the view below, was the tint of red, staining the air. Your gaze now turns forward and you realise, the Beast Titan had thrown a shower of rocks at the Scouts, its eyes somehow still looking at yours.

Your heart pounds in your chest, lungs constricting their movement. But you watch as the Beast Titan crushes another boulder in its hand and readies its pose. "Frontal bombardment! All troops take cover!" Erwin yells out to the Scouts below who still hold onto your horses. You watch as they go to hide behind the houses just before the walls. But for the Scouts among the streets, it's too late. Another impact cascades through the buildings in front of you. Bodies are flung high in the air, stones ingrained and passing through their bodies. But you can't see the one man you long to see in that moment. The one man you'd swear to protect; the one man that was worth more than your life.

"Levi!" You yell out as you fly back down to the buildings below. Erwin's voice echoes to the recruits, holding anxious horses, "All of you, retreat to the wall with the horses!" You run to the remains of houses ignoring everything else but stumble backwards as finally the man you'd been looking for flies in from within the barren streets. He slows down before meeting you in the middle and you hug him tightly, breathing out a sigh of relief. He holds your trembling frame for a second before your body falls still and you pull away looking for any major injuries. You finally let yourself relax when you see none, and meet his concerned gaze. "I'm glad you're okay," you mutter out, voice slightly weak. He nods to you understandingly caressing your face. You're both unable to say anything further as more stones now cause an impact on the houses beyond you.

Levi grabs your arm securely as you both run to where Erwin and the rest of the Scouts are with your horses. Levi releases you as you go up to Erwin, a grim look on his face. "How's it looking?" Levi speaks up from next to you as his sharp eyes go to Erwin. "Terrible." The man in front of you replies. "His throws have destroyed the front line of houses. If he keeps on throwing, everything will get levelled. We won't have anywhere left to hide." Levi looks in the direction of the Beast Titan, frowning. "We can't retreat to the other side of the wall?" He asks. "No... The Colossal Titan is already heading this way. Spreading fire all along his path. Supposing we scale the wall to evade the stones, we'd have to leave the horses. If we retreat here, there's no hope for victory."

"What happened to Hange and the others? Is Eren alright?" You ask Erwin, as his blue eyes now turn to you. A brief but tense silence takes over before he replies. "I don't know. But the majority of them were caught in that explosion. We've been dealt a serious blow." You feel your heart drop to the floor at his proclamation. You can only pray that somehow, they're okay. "The Beast Titan directed the small Titans so our soldiers would group up in one place. As such, while engaging, Dirk Squad, Marlene Squad and Klaus Squad were all wiped out by the bombardment." You grit your teeth, remembering the innumerable faces of those you had just saved earlier; it had all been for naught.

"In other words, our remaining forces this side of the gate... consists of the new Scout recruits, Captain Levi, Captain [y/n], and... me." Another myriad of screams echo through the space in which you have retreated as you hear another blow of rocks hitting the buildings around you. Yells of despair are heard with the unrest of the horses. "Erwin... Do you have any sort of plan?" Levi asks the man that for once looks as though he has nothing to say. Your heart beats quickly as you see a glimmer of dread in Levi's eyes; rare but true. Then suddenly there is an explosion up ahead. Debris rises from atop the wall as all of you look up, eyes widening at the site.

We see long strands of brunette hair cascading in the impact, it was Eren's Titan; Eren's Titan thrown up on the wall, no doubt by Bertholdt's Titan. "Hey... is that Eren?" Levi mutters darkly as he looks at the sight. "He got himself flug on top of the wall? By him..." You can say nothing as another round of stones, the pace of bullets, further destroys the abandoned town. "The Beast Titan has a good guess where we're at," you say before turning to Erwin, noticing how more buildings closer to you have started to become targeted.

"Erwin. If you're saying we've got no chance to counterattack, let's get ready to flee." Levi speaks up, agreeing with your observations. "Wake Eren sprawled out up there. Ride him and flee with as many people as possible, you too [y/n]. At least we'll have some survivors." You turn to him eyes sharpening and about to retort his words before you hear shouting amongst the recruits. "Hey! The horse got away!" Marlo shouts to a boy with tousled auburn hair. "That was your job!" The boy who sits on the floor grabs his arm out of Marlo's wrist however shouting out in retaliation. "Shut up! Like it matters! Those Scouts out there were so strong, and they died in an instant! You know as well as I do! What good is protecting horses... when there's nobody left to ride them home?!"

The boy clutches his head as he continues his muttering. "It all made sense at one point... If humanity just hid behind the walls, we'd someday get slaughtered by Titans out of nowhere. Somebody has to bite the bullet and risk-taking action. For others not to become victims, we needed people to become the victims themselves. Who will be that brave solider? When I was asked that, I actually believed I could be that someone! But I never thought... that being sent to my death... would turn out to be so utterly meaningless in the end! Now that I think about it... I bet almost everyone ends up saying the same thing as me. Why did I ever think I'd... somehow be different?" You feel as the words of the Scout further propel the other recruits into a fit of despair, their words mingling with Levi's as he continues to give Erwin other means of retreat.

"What if whoever's left on the recruits and Hange's group scatter on horses... and try to make it home? By using them as a decoy, you guys could escape on Eren." You break the tense atmosphere with your own voice as you turn to Levi. "And what will you do Levi? I won't let you stay here alone." Levi shakes his head at your words meeting your gaze. "I have the task of facing the Beast Titan, I'll draw him away-" You interrupt him before he can continue. "That's impossible, look around! You won't even get close." He hesitates, before nodding slowly. "Probably not. But if you, Eren and Erwin return home alive, there's still hope." You clench your teeth in disbelief, meeting his pleading gaze with one of anger. "Levi... what are you saying?! I won't leave you here-"

"There is one way we could counterattack."

The both of you pause, your shout cut off in the air as you turn to the Commander, a serious expression on his face. "Is there a way?" Levi asks a sudden spark back in his eyes. "Yes." Your heart thrums against your chest as you await Erwin's next words. "Why didn't you say that sooner?" You mutter looking sharply at the man. "Why'd you keep your shitty mouth shut?" Levi joins in with your questions, as you both wonder what it is the Commander was thinking. "If this plan goes well, Levi, you may be able to take down the Beast Titan. But it will mean that [y/n] rejoins her squad, and it will cost the lives of the recruits... and myself." You hear another scream let out as the remaining Scouts cower under the launch of more stones, getting more impactful as they flatten the landscape. "Either way most of us will die... No, it's almost guaranteed we'll all be wiped out."

The Commander mutters as he walks by you. "In which case, we can stake our heroic deaths on a slim chance of victory. For this to work... To ask these young ones to die... it would take an expert con man and a whole slew of lies. If I do not lead the vanguard, none of them will follow. And... I will die before anyone else. Without ever learning what's in the basement" You and Levi follow him as he approaches a crate and goes to sit down, looking up at the two of you. "Huh?" Levi mutters darkly as the both of you look to the Commander, an uncharacteristic look of despair on his face, as he lets out a deep sigh.

"I... I want to go to the basement. Everything I've done till now... was because I thought this day would come. That someday, I could check if I was right. So many times... I thought death would be easier. But always, the dream I shared with my father flashed through my mind. And now, I'm close enough to the answers to reach out and grab them." Erwin bows his head low as his teeth grit together and he squeezes his eyes shut. "They're right there..." He slowly sits back up, opening his eyes that flicker in slight defeat; a look you thought you would never on the man the two of you had followed for so many years. "But Levi... [y/n]... Can you see them? Our comrades? Our comrades are looking at us. They want to know what became of the hearts they gave. Because the fighting isn't over yet."

And you do see them, you do feel it. The immense and undying pressure of eyes that always look at you. They always wait and stare at your every move in silence, in every breath of the wind. Countless, countless soldiers, teammates, friends... All looking to watch our next move. "Is it all just inside my head?" Erwin asks as his dimly lit eyes look at you both. "Nothing more than a childish delusion?" A deep and haunting silence takes over, which mingles with the cries of the recruits nearby as another rain of rocks flies towards them. You feel the heaviness in your heart that prompts you to kneel before your Commander, as Levi does the same slightly in front of you. "You've fought well," Levi says, voice low and grim. "It's all thanks to you that we've come so far. I'm making the choice." You bow your head low, knowing his next words.

"Give up on your dream and die."

"Lead the recruits straight to hell. I will take down the Beast Titan." You keep silent as Levi mutters out his vow to Erwin. The scene makes you think back to seven years ago when you both met the Commander. You remember the way the Scouts had chased you, as you, Levi, Furlan and Isabel put on the act that you were trying to get away. You remember how you had inevitably been captured, all for the plan of killing the man in front of you. You remember being forced to go onto your knees in front of the same man before you now. You remember the way the Scout that held Levi had shoved his face to the ground when he didn't answer any questions. Such a stark contrast to now, where the both of you lie on your knees in front of Erwin so willingly and humbly. You watch as Erwin’s eyes widen at the statement and the gesture, his face contorting into a downcast but somewhat serene smile.

The both of you look up to him as he lets out another sigh before giving you a rundown on the task ahead. "Why do I have to go-" You start to ask your question before Erwin quickly replies. "You've seen it, as have I. The Beast Titan has a strange fixation on you. It would become a distraction, and," his eyes turn to Eren who still lies on top of the walls, "It looks as though they need assistance. Like I said, two Captains on one side of the battle is wasteful, especially now." Levi looks at you curiously, not having noticed the Beast Titan's behaviour had been fixated on you, but you nod slowly in your hesitance. "Understood." You mutter through gritted teeth. The three of you then get up, approaching the remaining Scouts who are sitting cowering.

"I'm announcing our final operation!" Erwin's booming voice shouts out, the same determined look on his face once again, but you can tell his eyes tell a different story. "All troops line up!" The Scouts look up from where they are either crying, screaming or throwing up. Their gaze meets the two Captains and the Commander waiting for them as they scurry to their positions, despite their despair. We look to them seeing their grim features etched into their bodies, knowing we can do nothing to relieve them of their distress. "We will be doing a cavalry charge. Our goal: To rush the Beast Titan." Erwin speaks unyielding as his certain voice echoes through the crowd of recruits.

"Of course, we'll be making ourselves ideal targets. So we'll wait until he's ready to throw and fire our smoke signals together. That should reduce his accuracy somewhat. While we're acting as the decoy, Captain Levi will kill the Beast Titan, and Captain [y/n] will go assist in killing the Colossal and Armoured Titan that remains beyond the wall. That is the plan." A long silence follows. Most if not all the Scouts looking at us blankly, one throwing up just from what Erwin's words imply. It's suicide. "Standing and waiting just means we'll be showered by more boulders," Erwin states, unaffected and concrete in his idea. "Get ready for the double!" You watch as the recruits stand in silence, on the doorsteps of their deaths. You watch as one Scout, the boy from earlier speaks up.

"Are we all... heading... to our deaths?"

"Yes."

"If we're gonna die anyways, you're saying it's better... if we die fighting?"

"Yes."

"Wait... if we're gonna die anyways, no matter how we die, even if it's disobeying orders, it all means nothing right?"

"You're precisely right."

The boy takes in a sharp intake of breath at Erwin's words as he continues, the other Scouts looking hopelessly at the Commander. "It's all meaningless. No matter what dreams or hopes you had... No matter how blessed a life you've lived... It's all the same if you're shredded by rocks." There is a slight pause as we hear the cascading sound of the Beast Titan's antics once again, destroying homes in the distance. "Everyone will die someday. Does that mean life is meaningless? Was there any meaning in us being born at all? Would you say that of our fallen comrades? Their lives... Were they meaningless?" There is a pause in Erwin's words. You feel it, the overwhelming presence of your fallen friends. You see it, the moment when the Scouts all look to the Commander, drowning in their anguish. But then, Erwin takes in a sharp intake of breath, his face contorting to that of anger, of determination and of unhinged certainty.

"No, they weren't!" He shouts to you, voice ringing clear through your heads. "It's us who gives meaning to our comrade's lives! The brave fallen! The anguished fallen! The ones who remember them... are us, the living! We die trusting the living who follow to find meaning in our lives! That is the sole method by which we can rebel against this cruel world! Give your hearts... to humanity!"

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You approach [h/n] and pat her mane softly, as Scouts hurry around you to get ready for the counterattack, and for their inevitable deaths. But you allow that single moment to look at the horse in front of you. During the impact of the stones thrown by the Beast Titan, inevitably some horses had gotten killed whilst others had escaped. You were just glad she was okay, and that she would be waiting upon your return. You now turn to Levi who has just finished refuelling his gas, you already have done so. You let out a deep sigh and furrow your brows at the never-ending worry that lingers in his eyes for you. Levi looks to you like you're his lifeline, and you fear that maybe you are. You look around and see no one else has any reason to care about the two of you now at this moment, so you cup his face gently and kiss him softly.

He returns your kiss, letting his breath linger, even as the Scouts yell out and scream when another round of rocks is thrown in the area. "Don't die," he whispers to you once you break away but he still cups your face gently, a frown tugging his lips downward. You hold the hand that holds you leaning into his touch and squeezing his hand softly. "Don't you die either," you mutter out as he looks at you, love and concern adorning his eyes. You then pull his hand away from you and release his grip getting ready to leave, as the other Scouts start to get into their positions. You only stop when a voice calls out to you; it's Erwin. You turn around and see his bright blue eyes look at you, the last time you ever would. You feel the familiar feeling of heavy grief fill your chest, but you fight the emotions that threaten to break down your composure.

A brief silence fills you as you think back to your time spent with this man. Following his orders, planning with him, spending countless hours, you, him, Levi and Hange. How he had changed the fate of your lives; for the better or for worse you don't think you would ever know, but you prayed to God it was the former. "Nobody knows what the outcome will be... Come with us, Levi, [y/n]." His words, and his demeanour, it was the reason why we decided to stay and follow him against this war with the Titans. And now, to ask him to give up on the dream he undoubtedly still had and had held onto long before your fateful encounter. He now looks at you, a peaceful smile on his face, his hand reaching out to you. Such a different scene to all those years ago, such a different devotion you held for this man; your friend.

"It was a pleasure fighting with you, [y/n], in this hell."

Your eyes widen at his rare sincere words and his kind conduct. You take his hand in your own shaking it firmly, grip tight, before surprising him and pulling him in for a hug. He freezes in slight surprise, but you feel him relax; somehow, he needs this. When you pull away you put a fist to your heart. "The pleasure was all mine, Commander." He nods. You're then off, one last glance at Levi's sharp eyes, one last glance at your Commander. You feel the Beast Titan's eyes on you once again as you look at it far in the distance once atop the walls, before leaping over to the other side, searching for survivors and ready to face Bertholdt and Reiner. You never see how the Scouts charge forward to the Beast Titan, smoke signals firing in the air. You never see how Erwin leads the charge. You never see the boulder take out a chunk in his side, the final breath and roar of his words dying on his tongue... Dying with him.

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dotthings · 3 months ago

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So I finished season one of Star Trek: Discovery and it non-stop had me by the throat. There were so many plot twists I didn't see coming and I have many thoughts and feelings about many things, and I only just started this series I'm being emotionally tormented.

Maybe at some point I'll pull together some specific posts about it.

For now Michael Burnham!!! Captain Georgiou!!! And Michael cursed to lose her captain in every universe and lose her again and again. Paul and Hugh!!! Cadet Tilly!!!! (and Captain Killy!!!) Michael and Ash :o !!!! The themes on war and galactic politics and compassion. And I am really feeling right now the Gene Roddenberry gestalt of: this is the future, we should do better, and we can do better, imagining a better future. And it's not perfect, it's that there are moves forward, and people can do better in the future. ST:D is fairly brutal, yet very hopeful.

It's been a while since I watched Trek but I used to watch a lot of it and I'm enough of a Trek fan I did let out an excited squeak about that last moment of season 1 oh hello!!!!!

#dot watches star trek

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mercurygray · 9 months ago

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Release, for Fred & Brady? 💙

I hope you don't mind, Killy, but I decided to use this as a second part to this piece.

She'd made a terrible mistake.

It wasn't that she'd kissed him - or been kissed, however you wanted to think about it. It wasn't even that she'd run away afterwards - she stood by that decision, even if her knees still hurt from the jump down, and her hands were still sore.

It was that he'd gone out this morning and she hadn't said a word goodbye.

She'd offered to take the early morning shift making the donuts, so she wouldn't have to see anyone, but Mary had places to be in the afternoon and wouldn't swap, so she'd been on coffee duty with Tatty, just outside the briefing room. She was one of them now, part of their good luck charms and superstitions. Hambone would only take a donut if she passed it with her left hand and Curt always spilled the first sip of his coffee, for the angels, and John - John always said good bye and she always said good luck and he'd always say "I won't need it" with one of those small smiles of his.

But not today. Today he hadn't said a word - only glanced at her, and then just as quickly looked away, and he'd gotten in the truck without a word to anyone, his face stormy and closed.

She felt like she had been left holding something - a package that didn't belong to her, a parachute. Good …luck. But what if he needs it today? Superstition closed those loops - if they'd spilled their coffee and made their jokes and wore their sweaters backwards and carried their lucky snow globes then they'd done all they could possibly do, and the rest of it was with God, or Fate. She'd spent the day in nervous watchfulness, waiting for the sound overhead that would let her know that they were back, that it was time to count them in, that she could finally give him back this thing that she'd been carrying for him all day long.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen - everyone back home. A minor miracle, even if someone's engine was on fire, and she could hear, from the far side of the airfield, the rising whine of the siren calling out the fire brigade and the ambulances.

Up in the control tower, she knew that Mae and Cord and Anita would be talking to the pilots on the radio, assessing and evaluating, relaying the information back to where it could be acted upon, and after they got out, those that could get out were bussed over to interrogation, and then they'd come to her - end the day as they had started, with a cup of coffee and a donut, so that Major Bowman and Captain Brennan and Phoebe and the rest could ask them how it had gone, where the flak was worst, how many bombs they'd dropped and whether they'd dropped true, whether the luck they'd carried with them had truly been lucky.

They were always quieter now then when they'd gone out in the morning - no jokes, no laughter. She'd heard Captain Brennan call what they did 'returning to themselves' and so they were. Here was Dickie, and here was Curt, small smiles and grateful gulps of coffee and bourbon as Doc Stover checked them over on the way in. Egan, putting on some sort of smile like he thought she and Tatty would believe him untouched by this.

And here he was.

She was glad there was a table between them. The things she wanted to do wouldn't have stood up to close observation - to grab his arms, observe the cuts on his face from the raw edges of his mask, brush his hair out of his eyes. And her lips longed for his skin - to kiss every last inch of him, to be close the way they'd been close last night in his plane, with the sunset dying around them, and see if it would make him smile the way he'd smiled yesterday, since he certainly wasn't smiling now.

He tossed back his bourbon and didn't even glance at the coffee, and her heart was the heaviest it had been all day.

Phoebe had his table - nine men. Someone was missing and she couldn't tell who. The room emptied; he grabbed his bag and headed back outside, and she did something she wasn't supposed to - she followed him.

"John! Wait!"

She grabbed his hand and pulled him around the side of the hut, and when she kissed him, it was like pulling the release cord on that parachute, because everything was falling, but slower and steadier, and his hands were light on her hips, and when they stopped, foreheads touching, she felt like she was on solid ground again.

"Fred." There was a touch of wonder in his voice.

"I'm sorry," she said, her words coming out in a jumble. "I'm sorry I let you leave like that this morning and I'm sorry I ran away and I'm sorry I'm scared." I don't like breaking rules, but I'll do it for you. "But don't you ever forget to say good bye again," she threatened with a waver in her voice that made him laugh, and tighten his hands on her waist. "Now, you - you can't be jealous when I dance with everyone else. And you can't be angry when someone else makes me laugh. And I can't always sit with you, or hold hands with you, or even kiss you. But I'll be yours," she said, feeling like she was flying and falling and foolish for all of it. "Your …best girl."

"And Curt's," he added, with a waver of laughter in his voice, his eyes as blue as oceans. "I'd fight him but I know I'd lose."

The truth of that was worth the laugh. "And Curt's."

"And since when do you call me John?" She punched him in the arm for that, but the truth was the truth, whether she liked it or not. "But Curt doesn't get to do this," he said, and kissed her again. She closed her eyes, as light as air, and thought of sunsets and sunrises and all the luck in the world that had brought her here.

#asked and answered #basilone #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #freda torvaldsen #john brady x oc

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basilone · 10 months ago

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Hi Killy? How about #20 caffeine, dealer's choice for characters. Thank you!

Ooo, thank you for this one! 💙 I'm delighted at it being dealer's choice, as this got me to try my hand at writing my fave of faves: Rosie. I do hope I've got him down right! (Slight, slight spoilers for the most recent ep apply!)

caffeine

The base is somewhat beautiful when the sun’s still low. There’s a slight haze hanging just above the dewy grass, too thin to be a full-on fog but lending this early morning a particular enchantment all the same. Gold streaks flicker through the last vestiges of night. If she squints at the treeline hard enough, its greens will mingle with the twinges of red in the dawn. Like Christmas painted through a misty window.

It’ll be a while before Christmas comes, now, though the mornings aren’t getting any warmer.

Imogene puffs up her cheeks. Blows warm air between her hands, then rubs them together briskly. She’s forgotten her gloves again. Margaret’s not about to loan out her perfectly good set of spare gloves, either, if that glare from earlier is anything to go by. And Jeannie is nice and all, but the knitwork on her gloves is absolutely drenched in perfume. Imogene lets out a sigh. Contemplates the risks associated with running back to her bunk and praying her own gloves will be in the place where she put them last.

Truth is, she hasn’t got the time. Jeannie’s already taken off at a dead run for the bathroom for the second time in an hour, which has got Margaret fuming in a way that’ll at least make sure the sink’s going to be so spotless you could eat out of it. Imogene would be more worried about Jeannie if this wasn’t already the fourth time a girl like her was prone to retching her guts out in the morning and being just fine and dandy in the afternoon.

These girls, like some of the men, barely stay long enough to learn their names.

And then, of course, there are those few who seem to stay a lifetime.

“One for the road, Captain Rosenthal?”

His answering laugh is soft, but his joy somehow never fails to meet his eyes. “If you can spare me a cup, yes. Thank you.”

“It’ll be a little minute, sir, sorry.” Imogene shoots him the closest thing she’s got to an apologetic smile. “I hope you can wait that long to get your latest dose of caffeine. These new coffee makers are a bit slower on the uptake.”

Captain Rosenthal hums a little to himself. “I believe I can find the time for it this morning, Imogene.”

“Glad to hear it, sir. Congratulations on your twenty-fifth, by the way!” She’d meant to say that about five days ago, but the party had turned raucous and strange in equal measure before she’d had the chance. And the men had been pretty tightly knit around him, at least before the mood had taken another tailspin downward. “When are you due to go home? Is it a ways away yet?”

He shifts his weight from foot to foot the way he always seems to do when contemplating something important. His gaze fixes on the horizon. Well past the planes on their hardstands, beyond the line of trees and buildings. Like there’s something in the early morning sky only he can see.

Imogene waits him out the way she always does. There is no hurrying Robert Rosenthal, not when he is pondering something important before his first coffee of the day. He might have something interesting to say once the idea lands and takes root inside him. Last time, he had made a small comment about bird migratory patterns that had somehow evolved into a conversation about penguins at the zoo. The time before that, he had asked her something about hairpins – not a topic for a man, or so Margaret had scoffed after – before he’d leaned forward ever so slightly and told her some of his men might have gotten their hands on a second helping of chocolate through the cunning use of hairpins. (DeBlasio, if she had to name one. It’s always the goddamn Italians getting into trouble on this base.)

“I’m not too certain Florida will agree with me.” His smile is almost remorseful, as if he has contemplated the idea and found himself to be rather like a fish out of water. “I’d miss this weather. Gruesome chill in the air this morning.” He shudders just a little, more to himself than to her. “And I have to say, Imogene, I’d be hard-pressed to find better coffee than this.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, sir,” she laughs, grabbing a pristine white cup for him. “We do what we can, but the stateside coffee just tastes better if you ask me. I dream about it sometimes.”

“The perfect cup of coffee? Bit of milk, two sugars. Little bit of foam on top, perhaps.” There’s a twinkle in his bright eyes as he steps closer, keenly awaiting his morning shot of caffeine. “What is your poison of coffee choice in this world, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Imogene hums to herself. “Bit of milk, bit of caramel, sir.” She almost wishes she had enough time to foam the milk up a little, give it a bit of a whisk before stirring it into his cup. “The sugar’s too cloggy. Caramel syrup works just as well to sweeten it.”

“I take it there is no secret stash of caramel syrup on base here?”

“You”– she gestures with the little spoon –“would be correct, Captain. Perhaps you can sneak me some, once you’re back home?”

The shadow that passes over his face is gone as swiftly as it came, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t see it. Imogene sucks in a rather noisy breath. Feels a chill swoop down and back up her spine in a way that’s got very, very little to do with the morning cold of early March. He glances back at the horizon a moment. Wistful, her mind supplies. Then: yearning.

She’s seen it before. In Major Cleven and Captain Rivers, every time they were kept on the ground too long. In Major Egan, once Major Cleven had vanished and left a hole in the fabric of reality itself. In Stella Lombardi, whose eyes never quite seem to meet the ground anymore, and in Two, who might just survive them all. There’s something in the set of their shoulders. Something in their eyes, once you know where to look.

Imogene looks. Sees. “You’re not going home.”

Blue eyes, brighter than any morning, meet her gaze. “Not just yet.” His confession hangs in the air between them a moment. She fills up the space with a mostly full cup of coffee, milk and sugars already stirred in, and is proud when her hand does not tremble. “We have work to do here, don’t we, Imogene?” His bare hand brushes her own before he lifts the cup in clear gratitude. “Thank you for the coffee, as always.”

She takes a deep breath. Steadies herself on the counter, just out of his keen gaze’s reach. “You’re very welcome, sir. Same time tomorrow, then?”

A laugh startles out of him, bright and beaming and so alive that she wants to cry. “Same time as always, ma’am.”

#masters of the air #mota spoilers #rosie rosenthal #oc: imogene #basilonefic #mota oc

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starfall-spirit · 1 year ago

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AN: So, what if my patience is fried and I decided to post a couple of days ahead of schedule. Again, Happy Holidays to those who celebrate, but especially to @eat0crow, my giftee for the @acotargiftexchange! I have been plotting this from the moment I was given a name and have been so excited to share this fic with everyone. To those of you who enjoy mythology as much as I do, here's chapter one of my ACOTAR Secret Santa submission, the embellished retelling of Perseus and Andromeda.

Just before we get started, thank you so much @thelovelymadone and @reverie-tales for being amazing betas and soothing my doubts about the fic. Y'all are the best! 💕

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Summary: An irksome trip to the Summer Court on matters of business and assistance against a threat at sea takes an interesting turn when Rhys discovers the solution to Nostrus' problem no longer lies with his army, but a female sacrifice, bound at high tide in hope of appeasing the beast terrorizing Nostrus' shores. He certainly never predicted the rescue mission would result in an accepted mating bond.

Chapter I: The Damsel & the Serpent

Rhysand

Rhysand had never felt so close to falling asleep at a meeting, and growing up in his father’s Court of Nightmares, that was saying something. At least there, brutality kept things from being uneventful. But here in the Summer palace, there was nothing to turn his stomach but overseasoned trout and the High Lord’s too-sweet wine. It was times like these he truly dreaded his looming title and birthright.

Suppressing a sigh, he maintained his mask, nodding along and smiling when necessary whilst making the remarks expected to establish he cared about the nonsense Nostrus was set on arranging. Small talk and an offering of reward for the high demand the male was procrastinating. Forces from the strongest army on their continent to subdue the creature butchering his soldiers and citizens. There was no bravery or gall in cooperating with the cruel court from the north. The male was just covering his ass and calling it an alliance.

But then, wasn’t that the truth of most deals?

Still, his desperation was clear, if the setting around him was anything to go by. High quality tapestries hung from each pillar making up the veranda they dined in, Not the typical everyday decor of the court. The dining table was set for something much grander than a business dinner, when one considered the fine linen tablecloth, crystal glasses, and polished silver.

If his father were present, Rhys was certain he’d be so amused by the effort he’d spend the evening toying with his Summer counterpart.

“Rhysand, I suppose I can’t beat around the bush forever. Would you consider—” Nostrus paused in his inquiry, his attention diverted by a member of his inner circle approaching the edge of the veranda. There was a nervous glint in the captain’s eyes as he scurried over to whisper in his High Lord’s ear, his voice almost quiet enough for Rhys to miss the short message delivered. “The Archeron girl has been captured. High tide is less than two hours away.”

Something twisted in Rhys’ gut, his protective instincts rising as he watched the High Lord’s jaw tighten. Apparently they wouldn’t be discussing the looming topic of the aid Nostrus needed so desperately. “Thank you.” Clearing his throat, he swiped his napkin over his mouth before standing. “If you’ll excuse me, Rhysand, perhaps we can finish this discussion in the morning. I have something rather urgent to attend to.”

“Of course, Nostrus. Tomorrow.” The moment the Summer males turned their backs he was past the flimsy mental shield the captain maintained. One glimpse was all it took to explain the tension the message brought. As Nostrus had wined and dined him, his second in command was sending an innocent female to her death. Rhys didn’t recognize her, and he’d been bred to accept any and all brands of cruelty, yet he’d sooner slit his own throat than let them succeed in killing her.

He winnowed back to the guest room he’d been shown to earlier that day, finding his brother snooping about, as he expected. “Uh oh, I know that face,” Cassian said, smirking. “Who do I get to punch?”

“No one yet. I only know half of what’s happening. First and foremost, this will be a rescue mission. The punching can come later.”

Cassian paused, setting the trinket he was fiddling with back on the dresser. “Rescue? Rescue who, Rhys? What happened at that dinner?”

“A girl they mean to drown at high tide, a little over an hour from now. I need you to create a distraction.”

He grinned wider than ever. “How big a distraction?”

“Big enough to drag a High Lord away from the female he intends to murder this fine evening. And get us home before he can think about retaliating or sending blood rubies for stealing her away.”

Cassian nodded, and despite the utter glee he found on his brother’s face, he knew he was in the mindset of a general. That ability to flip from fool to soldier so seamlessly was what put him above the others he'd grown up with in Windhaven, and another reason he would be in a position of command when Rhys eventually filled his father's shoes. Cassian tapped the siphons he had put back on his hands, nodding sharply as the dark armor rolled over his body, better to hide his position in the late evening. “You go find your damsel, Rhys. I’ll handle the diversion. Give me twenty minutes.”

He appreciated the fact Cassian hadn’t pushed for more information, or tried to talk him out of this. It was certainly crossing lines, meddling in another court’s business, but he had seen too many innocent people die for those who consider themselves more powerful. He didn’t need any more information than what he gathered in that glimpse behind the captain’s shield. It was enough to know staying out of the equation would damn him more than any meddling would.

He’d grant the female sanctuary, if she wished, and he highly doubted Nostrus was strong or stupid enough to push any harder, water beast be damned. At least, he hoped.

He winnowed to where the waves would reach highest, pausing when he heard the familiar voice of the Summer Lord. "Has running ever done any good?" The female beside him clenched her jaw, holding the High Lord's gaze. A brazen thing, Rhys could already tell. One who didn't apologize for actions she deemed appropriate. She didn't appear to be one to beg, either, even as the cold iron clamped down over her wrists and ankles and the ocean tide lapped at her bare legs. Simple enough for Rhys to unlock with a little magic. "Did you really think you could free yourself of this?" Nostrus pried, trying to get under her skin.

"I think it's pathetic you resort to this, killing innocents rather than face the beast born of your selfishness."

The sea serpent sated by sacrifice, one Summer citizen at a time. Rhys didn't bother denying his curiosity any longer, slipping into the female's mind. Deep down she was terrified, understandably, but above that was simple frustration. Her attempt to best the beast herself had only intrigued the creature, and she'd been deemed the next offering. She had run, to her shame. But when the entirety of her potential was to be fed to a monster or married off to another sort, running had seemed like the best option. Rhys withdrew after that, his attention returning to Nostrus who had ignored the jab, watching the waters begin to rise and churn. "High tide draws near. Any last words, Lady Archeron?" She turned her face from his grasp. "Pity. Here I thought you the most clever of your family. Very well."

"I've got a few for you, Nostrus." The girl snapped her gaze over her shoulder and his breath caught. She was truly the most beautiful female he'd ever laid eyes on, blue eyes shining beneath the moon, her golden-brown hair curling with the sea mist. A soft, blooming pressure began to grow in his chest, building, morphing into a glowing thread of gold. Wide-eyed, lips parted, Rhys knew she had recognized him as well. Imagined the future they were one step from loosing. "Get your hands off of my mate."

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Feyre

Mates. It seemed like a rather insignificant detail in a situation where she was chained up as a sacrifice, and yet it was all she could focus on. Lady Luck must truly hate her if this was her fate. Meeting the most stunning man she'd ever laid eyes on—who looked deliciously feral with the need to protect her—and yet she was set to die only moments later. And she thought marrying a High Lord's son was the cruelest challenge she'd face.

Nostrus gave her mate a pleased smile. "She is a citizen of Summer until she meets her betrothed at the altar. With her as such, I still have the authority to demand that she... aid her court when necessary. But I'll tell you what. If you can get those chains open before the hunt begins, I'll let you sweep her off to Night. You would of course be responsible for breaking the news to her parents and fiance, but that's really of no interest to me. Good luck."

Her mate let out a soft growl as Nostrus winnowed away, but quickly refocused himself to assess the aged metal binding her to the rock. "They're warded or charmed or something," she said softly. "I have simple magic, enough to unlock things. If it were that easy to escape, the serpent would never eat."

"Hey." He gripped her chin, raising her eyes to meet his at last, the peculiar violet of his eyes made all the more beautiful in the dark of night. "Tell me your name."

"Feyre Archeron."

"Feyre." Gods, the way that rolled off his tongue. "Feyre darling, no matter what happens in these waters, you will not die today. I won't allow it." She scoffed. Well, one certainly couldn't deny his hubris. "We'll talk about my hubris when the beast is dead, love."

"How did you—daemati—I knew you couldn't be entirely perfect."

"Feyre darling, you wound me." Before either of them could resume their banter the sea began to churn, an otherworldly shriek piercing the air that had her wishing she could cover her ears. Her mate, still nameless, to her displeasure, raised his weapon just before the sea monster broke the surface, rows of razor-sharp teeth bared as it reared up, catching the scent of its next meal. "It's Rhys, if you must know!"

"Get out of my head!"

He chuckled, winnowing and lunging faster than she could blink, drawing another ear-rupturing cry from the serpent as his sword found a weakspot between a cluster of dark scales. By the Mother, she felt worthless here, not that a bow and arrow would do her much good against a creature like that. Iron seemed much more suitable in this fight. Rhys really was marvelous to watch, his pattern of winnowing and striking had originally been an effort to distract the creature from her vulnerable position, but he had actually started landing solid blows, the churning waters—now level with her breasts—stained pink as the beast's blood was diluted. The rest happened in bits and pieces, yet all at once.

Twin blurs of gray raced over the body of the water serpent and up to it's massive head, summoning another roar, claws sinking into the soft flesh of it's glowing eyes. Wounded and with only its scent and poor hearing, if her research promised anything, the serpent had lost its advantage.

The spell of her rising hope was broken as slimy, webbed fingers closed around her arms. She screamed at the feeling, drawing Rhys' attention. An unaffordable error, as the tail of the beast whipped across its body, throwing Rhys several yards to the left and under the waves. Gods, if he'd hit his head they'd both drown. A moment later he broke the surface to her relief, his attention torn between Feyre and the recovering creature he meant to fight with his sword, and apparently, shadow magic.

"Our repayment, Lady Feyre," one wraith hissed. "For your kindness at the Tithe." Miraculously, the four cuffs fell open.

"Thank you."

"Our sister's debt is repaid."

"Swim to shore!" Rhys barked.

"But—"

"You have no weapon and your mind is not clear. I won't be focused either knowing you're in danger. Find my brother, on land. He has Illyrian wings and bears red siphons. He will help you."

Knowing she would only be a hindrance in this state, she obeyed, even as guilt weighed heavier and heavier with each step. She'd just reached shore when the massive tower at the center of the city—their most ancient monument—rained down in a blast of stone and sand, a red wave of killing power the only culprit in sight.

This Illyrian was a dead man walking.

She watched, wide-eyed and fearful for him as he took flight, the towns-people still in chaos. Only a moment later he landed beside her, scattering sand in every direction as he smoothed his shoulder-length hair back. "Judging by the fact you look just washed up, I'm guessing you're Feyre. The bastard finally found his mate," he marveled.

"Go help him." His eyes widened. "You have a weapon. Go help him kill that—" One last crash of the waves revealed the creature sinking beneath the water, presumably dead at last. "He actually killed it."

Seconds later, Rhys winnowed to shore, landing between them. "The city monument?" he blurted. "You realize you will never be welcome here again, don't you?"

The Illyrian smirked. "That's alright. Too warm for my tastes anyways. I much prefer the north."

Rhys shook his head, smirking right back. "Come on. Let's go home."

~~~~~

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