#endless ocean fanfic

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To My Dearest Sister | Poetry | Endless Ocean 2 | G | Player Character | AO3

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Abby! For the kiss prompts, could I request #9 (in public) with Bob and Teacher!Reader? 🍎 Very self-indulgent on my part 😂

- @bradshawsbaby 💕

But that's the joy of fanfic! We get to be self-indulgent!

"Mrs. Floyd? You're needed in the front office."

After hanging up the phone, you let out a sigh, looking at your lunch longingly.

This would happen during your lunch period, one of the few chances where you get time to yourself. No meetings, no kids, no questioning or yelling.

You loved your job. You weren't sure what else you'd want to do other than teaching. But the last few weeks had been seemingly endless and mentally draining.

It didn't help that your husband was gone.

By now, you should be a pro when it comes to Bob being deployed.

In a way, you were much better now at the beginning, had found enough projects and hobbies to occupy you, to keep your brain busy and far away from the fact your husband was somewhere halfway across the world.

But after a month, the loneliness and anxiety would seep in. Bob was out there, risking his life instead of being at home with you. Waking up alone to half of an empty bed instead of with him. His return always uncertain.

It made the long, particularly draining days of teaching much harder. Instead of being embraced by your husband's strong arms, you opened the door to an empty house.

Maybe things would be easier if you had a set return date. But even Bob wasn't sure of that.

So with a deep sigh, you put your lunch back in your bag, accepting it'll most likely go uneaten. The trek upstairs to the main office felt longer than usual, your feet feeling heavy with each step.

But instead of your useless principal or an irate parent waiting in the main office, you were met with a man who had eyes bluer than the ocean and a smile sweeter than honey.

"Bobby!"

No longer caring where you were, you threw your arms around your husband, kissing him for the first time in months.

"Hey darlin," Bob smiled into the kiss, also feeling relieved to have you back in his arms.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to see my wife now that I'm back." His cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue that always managed to tug on your heartstrings.

"Couldn't wait until I was home?" You teased, not that you were complaining.

"And not spend time with you?"

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, Bob knew you had to work, he was literally at your school-

"Your team arranged a sub for you. They made sub plans and everything. Just need to get your bag and we're good to leave," Bob revealed.

Your heart soared at the news, pulling him into another hug.

You were so happy, you nearly forgot that the main office was right by the cafeteria.

"Who is Mrs. Floyd kissing?"

"That's not Mrs. Floyd!"

"Yes it is!"

"She kissed him!"

"Is that Mr. Floyd?"

"That's not Mr. Floyd."

"Yes it is Liam!"

"I think we've been discovered," Bob whispered, unable to hide his smile as your students peered through the window.

[helenazbmrskai]

Han Jisung // gifted comfort 🎁

Note // This is entirely my indulgent fic for the holidays, it marks the day I post my first skz fanfic, have a good read!

Pairing [Han Jisung x avoidant attachment type! Reader]

Genre [Christmas AU, hurt and comfort, fluff, angst, smut]

Summary [You ask your friend to accompany you to a dreadful family reunion and the catch is that you rejected his confession but he's not one to give up when he knows your refusal is not for the lack of interest. Things might work out better than he expected right on your childhood bed.]

Warnings [family disharmony, anxiety and implied rocky relationship with the reader's dad, smut (handjob, sub!han, sexual intercourse)]

Rating [+18, smut]

Han reaches for your hand to stop the shaking of it momentarily. His thumb rolls over your knuckles enthralling a sense of comfort and you try hard to relax. ”Take in a deep breath cheeks.” The nickname at the end makes you smile. You close your eyes and exhale slowly, in the darkness you can only feel his warm hands one holding your hand and the other wrapping around your waist. It’s a small familiar bubble he created just outside your parent’s front porch driving away all the bad memories that keep coming back the more you get close to your childhood home.

It has been a dread to come home but with Jisung glued to your side, you listen to the small voice in your head that he- he might be able to keep you sane until it’s past Christmas. The knots in your stomach subside a bit that had you in a twist for a couple of days now. ”I think I will be sick.” Unsure how to express the feelings that overwhelm you if you had to summarise it you would say it’s similar to rocks sitting on your chest.

”It’s just the nerves, honey, you will be fine I’ll be here with you.” You don’t doubt him, he’s been your unshakeable pillar for years what concerns you is not that your family will hurt you but that they will hurt him.

”We talked about this. Tell me what you’re thinking.” Sensing your uptight shoulders and rigid posture Han can tell that you’re overthinking again in your head. Just like he always does when you get like that he pulls you close and rests your foreheads together so that you can see only him in your eyes.

He gets you to look at him effortlessly by now, one finger moves under your chin with practised ease and tilts your face up. ”Tell me what you’re truly afraid of.”

You bite your lip in discontent, you hate when he knows exactly when you’re about to lie about something.

”I hate how well you know me.” It’s just a few words whispered to no one in particular but he hears you, like always. He chuckles at your antics. Feels it how you relax in his hold. His knowing smirk is all you need to know this is what his plan was all along. With renewed intent, he cups your cheek and smiles seeing your annoyed look.

”You might hate it now but I’ll make sure you’ll love it someday.” You wince remembering the conversation that you had a week before. You know it was not his intention to plant seeds of guilt but you cannot help this gnawing feeling you have ever since you rejected him. He’s a great guy, the best to be honest he’s the one who makes you the happiest and you love spending time with him it’s just that you have this fear about your relationship. You know that he deserves someone who could be more emotionally available.

”I’m sorry.” It’s an impulsed apology and Han wants none of it. You talked it through after you rejected him and he took note of your uncertainty and decided to give you space to think but that doesn’t mean he has given up on you.

”Don’t apologise sweets. Just because I love you it doesn’t mean you have to feel any guilt for it.”

So sweet. Always the gentleman when it comes to you, he has the patience like an endless ocean and uses it all on you.

”Still-” You stop talking when his thumb frees your lower lip, he hates it when you bite it because it often bruises and you complain that it hurts while you eat. ”It’s not because I don’t l-” unable to say „love” you correct it. ”Like you.”

”I know that so don’t worry.” You hum in a moment of agreement and let your nerves subside a bit. It helps that Han is waiting for you patiently, he knows so well when you need his touch and when you need space. Afraid that you got spotted after standing on the porch for a long time you look around for any eyes but thankfully there’s none and you’re still alone in this bubble he created for you.

”Don’t think I forgot about what we were talking about. Tell me what’s on your mind. We’re not going anywhere until you let me in here.” Han playfully pokes the side of your head and you swat it away like he expected with a roll of your eyes. He’s real good at changing up the atmosphere whenever you need it.

”Hah, okay. I guess I’m just afraid after you meet with my parents you will change your mind and leave me after you realise I’m not worth the effort.” It’s out in the open you can’t bear to look at his reaction so you look down ashamed.

”That’s not going to happen. You are worth all the effort I’m putting into our relationship. I know you’re trying on your own as well so there’s nothing to be worried about.” It’s reassuring to hear him say it in such a convincing tone. You happily melt into his arms as he hugs you close.

Finally feeling ready enough to face the family.

”Are you going to come in or you will talk here for ’nother hour?” You jump out of Jisung’s arms when you hear your father’s voice. Breaking this perfect moment with his horrible timing to announce his presence. He had his usual scowl on his face – not that he ever had anything nice to say. Your hand visibly shakes as you press it to your side greeting your father. Jisung gets ahold of your hand and smiles gently at your father. He greets him with respect and you witness their awkward handshake but rather civil considering your dad’s temper. Once your mother shows up the tension in your shoulder eases up a bit.

She is more welcoming when she introduces herself to Han. You hold onto his hand like a lifeline as you get inside.

The interior hasn’t changed much since you were a kid maybe a few things were repaired and changed up here and there. The house itself is not too big so it doesn’t need a tour per se but you still offer Han to show him around.

Your mother approves of it as she still has a few things to do before dinner is ready and your father retires to the main bedroom to continue his show leaving you to your devices. Good to know that some things just never change around here.

”Glad that you’re here y/n. Get some rest and I’ll call you two when the food is ready.” Your mother shows the both of you a reserved smile but there’s affection for you in her gaze Han can see it.

It’s no surprise that you cannot show how you feel as there’s much in the household that cannot be expressed.

He can see why you were worried but in his eyes, your image will not change due to this. Your parents are not you and in the end, he should be grateful that he could meet you thanks to them bringing you to the world.

Han looks around the house with interest as you guide him a step ahead, his eye occasionally catching on a family picture on the cabinet but the most attention he pays to is how your room is decorated.

Your Scooby Doo’s bedding is adorable and he takes note of the posters you have of celebrities on your wall, males of course. He takes note of your tastes even if it’s limited to your teenage years this was the room that you spent the most time in. It makes him feel good that you let him into such an intimate space of yours. Whilst he’s grateful he can’t help his teasing though as you have the best reactions. You look so beautiful shy and red all over as you try to hide some plush bears.

”It’s been a while since I was here, okay? Don’t laugh at me, I bet your room is no better than this.” You visibly sulk at his enjoyment.

”I’ll show you my room next time.” You blush at what he’s hinting at and you cannot say that you don’t welcome this warm feeling. When Han sees that you’re not opposed to the idea he approaches you.

”My mom will absolutely adore you. I can’t wait for you to meet her.” You mirror his relaxed smile and let him pull you into a hug. You hum not in agreement or disagreement to keep the serenity of it. You don’t dare to look too hopeful even if his words of your futures together sound tempting when he envisions it. You like to hear him tell you about future events and plans it’s nice that he sees every image with you in the picture. It’s nice it feels like between his arms you belong.

Ever since he confessed his love to you there’s this tension a certain mood shift you feel between the two of you. It started to get to you but now it feels like it will consume you if you don’t say anything.

”What will you do if I say I wanted to kiss you?” Nervously curious there are newly formed knots in your stomach but this time it’s not anxiety that has you biting your lips as you anticipate the answer to your very bold question.

Jisung looks taken aback by your sudden boldness. It’s not that he couldn’t sense this tension in the air he decided not to act on it after your rejection. It hurt him but did not deter him from trying again especially since he knows you feel the same. He’s hopeful that you mean it but even if you don’t he’s not going to say no to you.

”I would say you can kiss me anytime.” Still unsure how to thread into his uncharted territory he gives you all the control. If you wanted to kiss him you can if you wanted to take it back and forget about it he would do it but it would be a lie since he wouldn’t be able to forget anything about you. He just likes you so much that you wrapped him around your pinky finger effortlessly. It does hurt his ego. You had his heart for a very long time now and it’s time you realise your power over him. You can feel it, his resolve weakening as your breaths mingle when you draw closer. His eyes visibly drop down to your lips frowns when he sees you bite your lip again.

”Where’s your self-preservation, huh? What if I asked to have sex?” You withdraw and he doesn’t like it he’s been anticipating that hypothetical kiss that you sweetly promised with your daring eyes. He was so close to it. You don’t look frightened like usual when anything remotely romantic comes up and that gives him the courage to be honest with you as well. He draws you back into his space.

”I would say we can have sex if you wanted.” A part of you expected him to change the subject or crack a joke but he remains serious as he looks at you under his hooded eyes. You’re speechless.

”Jisung. We’re at my parents.” You lower your voice to indicate that you can get closer to getting caught with each passing minute. Dinner could be ready anytime soon. Jisung just laughs at your scandalised face the tension eases a bit but he’s not letting it completely get lost as he grips your waist lovingly his hold tightens as he bends to laugh directly into your neck taking up your space. You realise he’s checking your reactions to his touch and closeness. See if you will laugh with him and push him away. Jisung is in desperate need of your attention and you talking about having sex with him is not lost on him it put him in a predicament. Afraid that you might never ask him again he catches himself becoming impatient. He imagined it. He wants it but only if you do too.

”You’re right. I’m sorry for acting this way.” He catches himself a moment later as he withdraws from your neck. You rejected him not that long ago so he swore to move at snail's speed with you building up his next confession but here he is – getting greedy. You’re torn if you should stop him from getting farther away or if you require space to think clearly. Both of you are getting lost in your thoughts. You can tell he tries to compose himself thinking that you won’t read the need from his eyes that look back at you. You want to say something, anything but-

”The food is ready.” A single hard knock interrupts you before you can say anything. Yes or no, you’re unsure. Yelling back a ’be right there’ so your mother could hear you. You deserve a pat on your back for your voice coming out clearly. You know you should say something first before Jisung misunderstands you.

”Let’s talk about this again later, shall we?” An encouraging smile and a melting heart eye is all you can do to convey your sincere heart. While having doubts about where it could all lead – these feelings are growing too much for you to ignore. You can’t help but chase after this love that he’s capable of giving.

”-Alright.”

You can tell he has something to say. Maybe to reassure you he’s not here to make your choices. If you said the word you know he could wait more if not forever for you to come around. Ever since you knew him he’s always been relentless. If there was anything he wanted he kept chasing it. He never failed to claim anything he wanted so far – and it seems like you won’t be the first exception.

He did capture you in the end.

Jisung follows you to the dining room and while you expect it to be awkward with you sitting in front of your dad with your sister present and more people around you, you are able to relax more into your seat.

There’s silence breaking chit-chat here and there your mother mostly asking questions about your days and your sister’s laced with some Christmas music playing in the background. You’re surprised that Jisung talks with your dad a few words – thankfully at his best behaviour considering there are outsiders at the dinner table – you catch up with your sister’s husband a bit before you make sure he’s included in your conversation.

Feeling touched that he accompanied you even though he doesn’t know anyone here you find his hand under the table and thread your fingers together. He stops mid-conversation his hand grabbing onto you firmly to show you he’s here with you. There’s an unusual smile on everyone’s faces throughout the dinner.

This is the most peaceful it has been in ages.

”He’s a catch.” You jolt when you hear your sister whisper the words into your ear with dirty plates in your hand. You assured Jisung that he could shower first as you would take care of the dishes first. This might be the first time you separated from him but you calmed down enough that you don’t feel dread by it. It’s the perfect time for your sister to start her little inquiry. She caught you in a corner and you smile warmly at her as she asks you about him. Everyone else retreated to their rooms.

”Yeah, he’s good to me.” Your smile is incriminating that your sister knows by now that you’re head over heels for him.

”I can see that. He likes you so much. He couldn’t look away from you the entire time.” Her teasing is hammering home especially after you remember that you still have a conversation to touch upon later tonight.

”Enough about me. What about you? Everything alright?” She nods with a smile.

”Very peaceful now that we have our house.” You can imagine that.

It’s been a while since you last talked so you try to catch up in a few before you both head to bed. Once you enter your room Jisung is already lying on your bed freshly showered with a book in his hands. The day is catching up to you it seems as you nip a yawn at the bud. The day’s anxiety leaves your body at once now that the tiring socialising is over, you book it as a success without incidents.

”Everything’s alright?” You hum an affirmative into his t-shirt your legs and hands trapping him in a hug.

”Tired? You’re awfully cuddly.” Jisung giggles at how cute you are right now his hand absentmindedly goes to play with your hair and you further relax into his chest. You know you should get up and shower but this position is too comfy for you to move just yet. He smells like your soap. It awakens a weird sense of possessiveness in you.

”Not tired. I think we have a thing or two to discuss.” You push yourself above him positioned so that your palms are keeping you up next to his head planted onto the sheets. He visibly gulps at your sudden change in mood.

You oddly feel unrestrained.

”I guess we do.” It’s maddening when he shows you a boyish grin. His hand rests on your hip basking in your proximity. You lower your face until it’s inches away – he’s anticipating your kiss with eagerness, eyes already hooded and lips parted slightly in a sensual way. You know he’s waiting for it.

”You said I can kiss you anytime I want.” He confirms it with an annoyed huff. You pulled away just before your lips could touch.

”I did.” You’re teasing him and he doesn’t like it as he’s been anticipating it so much, you’re so close yet so far away that it’s agonising. Yet he can’t do anything about it. He closes his eyes in frustration before opening it again to look at you with such want that surely stirs something in the pit of your stomach.

You can do anything and he would wait until you decide he can have it.

”Said we can have sex if I wanted?” You’re repeating his words but his ears uncharacteristically turn red in the meantime.

”I d-did say that.”

It’s so unfamiliar, this shift that’s happening right this moment. You’re the one who’s insecure most of the time, sometimes gloomy and hard to handle but he always treats you right with confidence.

Hearing his stutter is a sign that you can sometimes steal his confidence.

”Please give me a kiss.” Jisung carefully cups your face pressing you close to his body, his beginning is music to your ears. You lean closer just to tease him a bit more which earns a pout from him.

You kiss his jaw and when he lets out a surprised sigh you kiss his pout away, pressing your lips to his awaiting ones.

”Hmn.” The sounds he lets out are stirring. You want to tell him to keep quiet since you’re still in your parent’s house but he recaptures your lips before you can say anything. ”A bit more, please.”

He keeps pressing, begging and kissing as if you will let him go any moment. As if he will never get to taste your mouth keeps pushing his lips against yours, moulding it hotly, lips fitting perfectly as he slowly holds you close to him. There’s a longing desperation in his actions.

Hums, moans and begs.

He drives you wild with his words and sounds.

Even though you love to hear him you’re prone to get caught if this continues so you have to tear yourself away from his mouth to recapture his attention. His glassy eyes manage to focus on you.

”Be quiet.” Jisung looks away shyly ashamed of how turned on he is just because of a few kisses. You looking down at him sternly doesn’t help. You didn’t even use your tongue yet and he’s so into it. Even if he’s ashamed of his reactions he can’t help but nod in hope that you will continue if he obeys. ”Think you can be quiet Sungie?”

He knows by now that you’re teasing him. The nickname. It’s so rare for you to use and to hear it in such a context. ”I can.” He’s completely lost to you. He wants you so bad it’s physically paining him. He doesn’t care if it’s in your childhood bed in your parent’s house or if you want to forget about it in the morning. He needs it now. Want to feel your hands and mouth all over his body.

”I’m sorry but can you help me? Honey?” He’s aching it doesn’t feel as good when he touches his cock through his pants like it used to. Even with you watching his rubbing motions it’s not nearly enough.

He knows he’s being shameless and impatient.

”It’s okay to want things from me. You don’t need to say sorry. I know our case is special as I have many issues to deal with- but you never have to apologise for seeking my affection or touch.” It’s a rare show of vulnerability in your voice and Han soaks it in, relieved that you don’t think he’s being pushy and impatient. He always wants you to have everything so it’s hard for him to ask you to fulfill his desires.

”It’s okay even if what I want is you?” It’s out before he could think. His second confession. He got rejected not too long ago yet he dared to say it again. You chuckle at the visible panic on his face, you can tell he’s waiting for you to pull away to say no.

You’re tired of fighting it.

”It’s okay for you to love me. I want it. Your love.” His heart leaps to his throat when he hears you finally accept his confession. You seal it with your lips against him this time neither of you shies away as you deepen it with your intertwined tongues.

”Thank you, thank you, thank you-” It comes out in gasps as your hand travels under his pants in the heat of the moment, your lips never falter as he presses the words into your mouth, and your fingers grip his length until you’re unsure if he’s thankful for you accepting his confession or if it is a reply to his desire to touch his cock. Either way, you’re here to please, it might not mean much but you always wanted to thank him for caring for you and this presents a great opportunity to do so.

It’s a bit tricky but you make the best of it due to the limited space, moving with the impatient rock of his hip you have a firm grip on him that looks to be just the extra push he needs. ”Feel ’so good- hmn, don’t stop.” Wordlessly you continue to go up and down his cock getting the extra wetness all over him.

He tugs his sweatpants down his hips so that his cock can be uncovered with more room for you to move and pick up the speed of your pumps. His unbecoming is near and what a mess he is almost as messy and sloppy as his cock is wet and squelching in your hands. His heavy breathing indicates it’s getting harder for him to control his moans it takes a high pitch when you get the right angle.

His cock is bigger than you expected, the producing veins and the grith everything is pretty about him. Curious if he would taste good you lean down to take the tip into your mouth when he pulls your head back a loud whining voice is filled with panic at your actions. ”D-don’t, if you do I don’t know if I could l-last.”

”Alright, if you don’t want to cum, then where you would like it?” You share a short sweet kiss before you straddle his lap.

”Do you want to cum inside? It might be the less messy option.” Whilst you nonchalantly ponder over the options Han is falling apart beneath you. It’s the closest you’ve ever been to each other.

He can feel your wetness rubbing up on him bare.

”What d- do you want?” Always the gentleman. Sharing a few kisses you align him with your opening.

”Of course I want you to cum inside. I have protection so you don’t need to worry about kids.” Han nods at your suggestion very eager to feel you around him if the twitching of his cock is any indication.

”What about you? Do you want it?” His hands grip your hips in anticipation. It tightens around you when you slowly sink to the bottom the stretch is tortuous as your walls clamp around him trying to accommodate. The tight pulsing is never ending it has Jisung’s already sensitive cock swell in you ready to burst.

”I’ve been dreaming about it for so long. Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this. I think I will cum soon.”

You can see that as he closes his eyes when you move his expression pained as he tries his best to keep hard for you. He wants you to get off first before he explodes but it’s hard as your hole sucks him in not letting up your tight grip on his throbbing length. The friction is delicious as you rock your hips, every vein presses against a nerve inside of you the grove of his length providing the perfect arch to reach your spot.

You’re convinced that his cock was made for you. It’s not hard for you to reach high places with the precise thrusts he delivers into you from below. Jisung aligns it with your bounces in sync gripping you by the hips, dragging you across his cock to take you on a ride. The pressure is building in your stomach until it explodes and you cum around his cock it doesn’t take more than a few more minutes for him to follow you.

His cum shoots deep inside you, flooding you with his warm cum that starts to drip out the moment his softening cock slips out of you.

You get up to get yourself clean before it can stain the bedsheets even if his begging eyes for cuddles are tempting you don’t want to start the next morning explaining to the household why you need to wash your sheets.

”I’ll quickly shower and be right back.” You place a kiss on his pouty lips, there’s a glow around him all sweaty and smooth around the edges as his expression is relaxed post-orgasm. You certainly adore this look on him.

”You can join me since I dirtied you up.” A sheepish smile is what you give him. He did take a shower merely two hours ago. You press your lips to his jaw and collarbones earning sweet little sighs from him. He makes you grow soft it’s out of your control as you can’t stop the constant touches you do.

Pushing his sweaty hair back you caress the hairs at his nape pulling him in for a longer kiss this time.

”I guess I should.” He looks too smug for someone who whined for you to put it in but you let it slide as you intertwine your fingers.

Han kisses your shoulders up to your throat it’s sweet without the urgency he had before it feels more like he’s trying to worship you. It makes your heart flutter and you can’t help but pull him up to kiss you this sweetly on the mouth as well.

”This might be my favourite Christmas so far.” You admit. Looking at his adorning eyes you can see your reflection in them. ”It’s all thanks to you.”

[tk-duveraun]

SY he's transmigrated into his heavenly demon sona. As in his original concept (not fanfic!!! He wasn't one of those!) he woke up due to the sprouting of the Thousand Year Thistle (it would bloom in chapter 546 just as LBH discovered the clearing that house it) because it was planted just above the buried palace in which he was hibernating.

Once his palace had been deep in a river valley because he was water-attuned to complement LBH's inherent fire. However long ago wars in the demon realm changed the course of the river and rather than get involved SY instead slept to await the thistle blooming which his divination showed to be the sign of the coming of the greatest demonic emperor.

And SY was so ready to take over MBJ 's place as LBH's right hand man. He was actually going to care about him and he'll steer him away from his more annoying love interests and save him from many horrors and indignities of the plot!

Step one, of course, was to find the protagonist. Information gathering wasn't too, too hard. Since he designed this character as a MBJ replacement he had the ability to use any body of water like a wormhole.

He could touch the water at the edge of a beach and cross an entire ocean! But it mostly meant navigating through underground water systems until he arrived in the area he wanted. Thankfully he wasn't corporeal during the process since he sometimes had to traverse sewage systems. Eugh.

But eventually he realizes the protagonist is one year into his stint in the endless abyss. At first, he hesitates, after all, LBH desperately needed the power ups after SQQ's "education" but eventually he reasons that LBH can level up without fighting for his life and almost dying.

So he packs up a few plot devices, lots of food and drops in on his new best friend!

[cluelessteam]

If you do Narnia fics, can you do one about Edmund Pevensie with !enemy reader? Ty <3

A/N: I just want to say thank you so much for the request! You are my second one and I really hope you enjoy this. This is a oneshot fanfic but if you want me to do a series for this prompt, I will do it just for you!

{~Between Shadows and Steel~}

Summary: In the midst of a fierce battle, you confront your sworn enemy, Edmund Pevensie, determined to end the war between your people and Narnia. But as your swords clash, Edmund’s unexpected words and actions challenge everything you thought you knew about him—and yourself. With the chaos of war surrounding you, a moment of vulnerability leads to an undeniable connection, forcing you to question whether you’re truly enemies or something more.

Characters: Edmund Pevensie

Pairing: Edmund x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1178

The battlefield stretched out before you like an endless ocean of chaos. Warriors clashed with brutal force, their weapons ringing in the air, the ground beneath them soaked in the blood of the fallen. The cries of the wounded mingled with the roar of battle, and somewhere in the distance, you could hear the chilling shriek of a centaur as it fell to a barrage of arrows.

You stood on the edge of the fray, your chest heaving, sword in hand, watching as the skirmish raged on. In the midst of the melee, a single figure caught your eye. He moved like the wind—swift, agile, and utterly determined.

Edmund Pevensie.

The Just King of Narnia. And your enemy.

To you, he represented everything you’d fought against for years. Narnia’s expansion had forced your people into a corner, and you had sworn to resist. To fight until there was nothing left. But as you watched him now, cutting through your soldiers with practiced precision, doubt flickered in the depths of your mind.

You hated him—or so you told yourself. Yet, every time you crossed paths with Edmund, it felt as though there was something more beneath the surface. Something that made your heart pound in ways you couldn’t explain.

You gripped your sword tightly, the leather of the hilt biting into your palm as you steeled yourself. Today, you would confront him. Today, you would end this, one way or another.

With a deep breath, you charged toward him, weaving through the chaos, your eyes fixed on his form. Your footsteps were light but swift, your sword slicing through any obstacle in your path. The moment you reached him, you swung your blade, aiming for his unguarded back.

But Edmund moved faster than you anticipated. As if sensing your presence, he spun around, his sword meeting yours with a resounding clang. Your eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stop.

“You again,” he muttered, his voice strained with exertion, but not without a hint of recognition.

“Don’t act so surprised,” you shot back, pushing against his blade with all your strength.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with something that was neither fear nor anger, but something you couldn’t quite place. “I’m not. I just didn’t expect it to be this soon.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then you should’ve been ready for me.”

The two of you danced across the battlefield, swords clashing with each strike, the sound echoing in the din of war. He was a skilled fighter, and you found yourself struggling to keep up with his speed. But you refused to back down. You had trained for this moment—prepared yourself for the inevitable confrontation.

Yet, as you fought, there was something different about this battle. Each time your swords connected, there was a spark in the air—an electricity you couldn’t ignore. Every time you stepped closer to him, it felt like the world was closing in, leaving only the two of you in its wake.

“You don’t have to do this,” Edmund said suddenly, his voice low, as if he could speak to you alone amidst the chaos.

You growled, frustration building in your chest. “And you don’t have to keep pretending you care!”

He blocked your next strike with ease, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “What makes you think I’m pretending?”

That stopped you for a moment. Your sword hovered in the air as you stared at him, the words catching you off guard. His expression softened slightly, and you noticed that he wasn’t attacking as aggressively as he could have. In fact, it seemed as though he was holding back.

“You don’t know me,” you snapped, stepping back to regain your composure.

He sheathed his sword, making you pause. “I know enough.”

Before you could retort, a nearby explosion rocked the ground, sending dust and debris into the air. The shockwave threw you both backward, and you hit the ground with a grunt. For a moment, your vision blurred, the chaos around you fading to a dull roar.

When the dust settled, you found yourself staring up at the sky, dazed. But then, a shadow fell over you, and you blinked up to see Edmund standing above you, his hand outstretched.

“Let me help you,” he said, his voice steady despite the battle still raging around you.

You glared at him, but the strength in your arms had fled. Reluctantly, you took his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. His grip was firm, and for a moment, neither of you moved, your hands lingering together a little too long.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, breathless. Your heart pounded, but it wasn’t just from the exertion of battle.

Edmund’s expression softened. “Because I don’t want to see you hurt.”

The words hit you harder than any sword could. You stared at him, confused and conflicted. “We’re enemies,” you whispered. “You’re supposed to want to see me fall.”

His hand remained on yours, warm and steady, grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. “Maybe we don’t have to be enemies anymore,” he said softly. “We’ve fought for so long, but what if there’s another way?”

You wanted to argue, to push him away, but his words—his gaze—cut through your defenses. There was a sincerity in his eyes, a raw honesty that you hadn’t been prepared for. Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you let yourself wonder if he was right.

Edmund stepped closer, his voice barely a whisper now. “You don’t have to fight this war alone. You don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as he inched nearer. The battlefield, the chaos around you—all of it seemed to fade away. There was only him. And for the first time, you realized how much you had been fighting against yourself, not just him.

“Why do you care?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He hesitated for a moment, his hand brushing against your cheek. The touch sent a shiver down your spine. “Because… I think I’ve been fighting against myself too,” he admitted. “I’ve hated this war as much as you do.”

You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of deceit, but there was none. Just vulnerability. A rawness you hadn’t expected to see in him.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, your breath mingling with his. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and for a heartbeat, the world stood still. Then, slowly, cautiously, he closed the distance between you.

His lips met yours in a tentative kiss, soft and warm, like a promise. Your heart raced, and for a moment, you forgot everything—the war, the pain, the years of hatred. All that mattered was this. Him.

When you finally pulled back, your breath was shallow, and his eyes were filled with a mix of relief and something deeper. “We don’t have to keep fighting,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

For the first time in years, you let yourself believe him.

[amelissaofficinalis]

#14DWY  Amour Sans Fin

#14DWY fanfic 

Amour Sans Fin: Endless Love

<traumatized Angel consulting Ren/[Redacted] about nightmare in the midnight>

Minors PLEASE Don’t Interact

*Headcanon

*Assuming this all happens after engagement

*Angel is gender neutral; mostly use he/him as Ren/[Redacted]’s pronouns

*My first language isn’t English. Excuse me for the unexpected funny confusion <3

Word count: 1000(+-)

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I used to toss and turn all night, devoured by fears and helplessness before I found you.

Two broken souls are now nestling together, dragging each other away from the abyss of the past.

We have each other now.

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You were woken up by a slight movement, humming in confusion. Your eyelashes shivered faintly when the one beside you pressed a soft kiss.

“[Redacted]?” You squinted your eyes, and then you realized it’s 3 am. You could barely recognize his face in the darkness, only hearing his faint breath. The one near you remained silent, locking his ocean-blue eye on you.

“Are you alright…?”

“…’m fine.”

His voice was calm and comforting, but you had an instinct that something was off-track about him right now, so you struggled to get up, leaning yourself on him slowly and gently. His rapid heartbeat betrayed him, desperately revealing the truth for you, just for you.

He COULD act perfectly like nothing happened, but he hesitated because of the faint hope you gave to him as you said: “I’d love to know ALL of you, as how you saw me when I cried and grieved.” He knew you’d despise him if he told you, but what if, maybe, you would give him some… pity? This wasn’t enough because he CRAVED love, but he couldn’t dare to expect more if he revealed his past. Probably because of the confidence boosted by the fact that you two were engaged, this stupid idea echoed in his head. It was the first time he couldn’t be prepared before you checked on him.

For a long while, none of you moved an inch. As you heard his heartbeat stabilize, you reached out to hug him, rubbing your face against his collarbone.

“I love you more than anything or anyone else.” You murmured quietly, but you knew he could hear every word from you. “You have me now. All for yourself.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. He had just dreamed he was the helpless kid he abhorred again. He had just woken up in fear as the whole world abandoned him, but right now you just stayed beside him, confessing your love and affection to him. You were lively, warm, and soft.

This is REAL.

“I love you too.” He kind of choked on his words. He couldn’t think of anything else but just repeat this straightforward commitment again and again. Then, he quietly sighed, “I don’t deserve you, Angel.”

Your brow rose in disagreement. The fact that he saw you, the complete and real you, and still chose to love and devote to you for ages was far more than enough for you. He held you and hid you under his wings. If you stared at your photos with him, you would see bright admiration in both his and your eyes, but you knew that you couldn’t convince him with words. Instead, you snuggled with him, holding his hands.

He seemed to relax, and you started to wonder what happened. Your words slipped from your lips before you gave it a second thought. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” He tensed up again and shivered faintly. He suddenly felt he couldn’t hold back anymore, but he just bit his lip and shut his eyes close, not letting sounds escape from his throat. But you still heard those vague groans. He bit it too hard so that his lower lips became pale and might bruise. You couldn’t stand letting him hurt himself, so you caressed his lips, trying to comfort him by patting his back at the same time.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

He caged you by his arms tightly, unconsciously caressed your back when he buried his face into your shoulder.

 “I just couldn’t… I had no choice…I…I never wanted to…” He sobbed while feeling comforted and safe around your aurora.

You couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but you guessed it.

Vaguely, probably about the past. You were as broken as him before you met him. You used to curl up desperately inside the closet, whispering things you didn’t even understand. Your mind fell into a void and your vision blurred. Then he came along. He sat down on the floor, staring at the closed closet as if he could see through the inside.

“Knock, knock.”

His fingers gently knocked on the closet, but he didn’t say anything else, nor did he open the closet. You noticed him, staring back through the tiny gap. For a long while, he just sat there and waited patiently. Finally, you pushed the closet door timidly to test the water. He immediately reached out your hand, fingers intertwined. You couldn’t hold back burst into tears and dive into his hug. You cried out loud like a kid but with relief because you finally found long-lost soul fragments. He kissed your eyelids and told you he loved you and would guard you, again and again, and you almost melted in his embrace. The emptiness within was seamlessly woven whole.

And now you just wanted to cup up his shattered heart as well as he did.

So, before he covered up his indecency with embarrassment, you ran your fingers through his velvety hair with admiration and murmured, “[Redacted], I understand…I love you.” He violently shivered after he processed what you said. You cuddled him until his breath was even. He slowly pulled himself from you, wiping his tears awkwardly and looking deep into your eyes.

“Sometimes I feel we were meant to be for each other.”  He leaned forward to beg a long and soft kiss, caressing your engagement ring.

“Maybe we are.” You chuckled, and patted the bedsheet while lying down, “And I probably need a nice nap with my dearest SOULMATE before waking up for my job. Wanna catch some Z's??”

“’m in.” [Redacted] settled you by his chest and smirked. He fell asleep right after you idly yawned. He hid his most cherished treasure near his heart proudly, smug, probably dreaming about the upcoming wedding.

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Random thoughts:

* Kind of inspired by the “DiE4u” from the Spotify playlist of [Redacted].

I really want to share some lyrics:

“'cause I’ve died inside a thousand times               

    But still I’d kill myself for you

��Cause the truth of it, you could slit my wrists       

And I’d write your name in a heart with the hemorrhage”

This is Ren/[Redacted]…

*Probably would add some suggestive content if I would post this in AO3

*English is devastating. I laughed out loud when I realized I had misspelled Angel to Angle (probably because the math professor brainwashed me with polar coordinate integral this week)

[seongjoongluvr]

✧˖°.Ateez Fanfic Masterlist✧˖°.

THIS LIST HAS SOME FANFICS THAT HAVE HEAVY THEMES/TOPICS

This is a list of all the fics i’ve read and love. most of the parings are seongjoong, yungi, and woosan. there are a lot that are being updated currently or haven’t been updated in a while.

✧˖°.ABO✧˖°.

Vitium Anima(The Tarnished Soul) by steolftero

Sweeter than I Thought by Godjoong

To Have and TO HOLD by KimTanAnukite

Hoax by Daosdoodles

Facade by oKKULTiC

Cold As Stone, Not My Home by preciousbirdie

The Lone Wolf & His Pocketful of Sunshine by ashenartifice

Destiny Makes Eight by HourglassBluebird(Taem1nn1e)

stars on the ceiling by endoftauperyn

Can It All Be Shaken Off? by KathrynHong

Watermelon Lemonade by angeldevastation

sleep on the floor, dream about me by pyxiswings

Breathe by SilverSilverBow

Don't Let Me Go Back to Darkness of Blue by SoftBoiAJ

Become So Tired by Megzcat

through the rainstorm (through the darkness) by ashwisteria

No one's ever gonna hurt you, Love by louisa_pennyfeather21

Blossoming by ponyosan

Spider/Fly: The Appendices by TinyRatThief

✧˖°.Magic/Witches/Fantasy✧˖°.

The Witch and His Seven Hybrids by couprang_pyeonghong_hae

Crepuscular Clocksmith by Susimau

With the ocean in your arms by teezme

i put a spell on you by skyestiel

Meet Me In The Pouring Rain by maelstromdepature (series link)

under the moon's glow by seagrassroses

Embers of War by ArdorEros

Samhain by hongjoonged

Anything You'll Give by redlightfever

Apex by SilenceMaker

Of Classes and Cauldrons by Kuschelbrot

A Charm To Soothe An Aching Heart by pocketjoong

A Spell for blooming by kenthel

Drops of Gold by raiykei

Rabbit Rabbit by TinyRatThief

Oneiric Tryst by Susimau

Peach Paradise by sunclefz

✧˖°.Superhero/Superpowers✧˖°.

falling domino by sarangx

it's rotten work. not to me, not if it's you. by fixonsOJ

Civil War of Entangled Desires by hobigyu18

A supernova Collapsing by Black_Ranger

Supernova by Kurein

data x by ennaj

Flowing From Me, Into You by SinisterSound

Living Amon Shadows by SinisterSound

✧˖°.Vampires✧˖°.

Eternal by jackharlow

This Artificial Paradise by seonghwabs

Sanguineous by BBQkitten

Koi no yokan? Shouganai, na. by signifying_nothing

Jeong Yunho's foolproof guide to catching a vampire by Saturnalia8

Endless Thirst by angelseoul

Blood, Water by Alette

Another Name for devil by Scarlettsiren

✧˖°.Spy/Bodygaurds✧˖°.

Did You Want This Back? by SinisterSound

Until the quiet leaves by sunwisher

Compromised by uowen

Closer (Stay With Me) by jasperKjones

✧˖°.Historical/Royalty✧˖°.

My Shining Treasure by fullmoonsyn(synful)

Echoes from the Center of the Stars by Crucified_To_A_Star

Boulders, Berries, and Baths by TinyRatThief

Aim to Kill by starmars3

house of aurora by mosstheory

✧˖°.Space✧˖°.

until the stars collapse by moonswallowed

Stars and Blood by steolftero

i'll be with you, star lost by TinyRatThief

From the Horizon by ChirpB

Beyond the Horizon by orphan_account

We Would Be Savages by oKKULTiC (series link)

Horizon: Sunrise by Tinytokki

Between The Stars by nnnnnnnnnnn

✧˖°.Crime/Mafia✧˖°.

you may be a sinner (but your innocence is mine) by earlybirdie

No Open Flames by burritomingi

Hearts Awakened, Live Alive by AAvery

Teach Me How to Burn Out by StaryMooshi

Bound by Bullets pyrophobia

✧˖°.Pirates✧˖°.

Declaration by eledae

Drowning to Breathe by tinydemxn

The Brightest Darkness by ephemeral_potato

Going Our Way by moonrisematz

✧˖°.Bandits & Outlaws/Cowboys✧˖°.

My Treasure by andromedatz

Lawless Court by RECOVER3304330

Rise Young Sun by z1mb0

✧˖°.Hybrids✧˖°.

A Precious Pet by Writing

Take Me Home (Where's Home?) by Scarletkayy11

sweet boy by mingissongss

Instintual Adoration by mkteez

The Ensemble by MelodicMaybe

These Arms Of Mine by inexperincedandconfused8

Take Me Home by cupidkitty

See the Sunrise by anime_demigod

pest by albrechts

✧˖°.College/University✧˖°.

your touch walks me home (i can't let you go) by fixonsOJ

But Here I Am, Wanting You by d75f87

Self Medicate by yvn6i

i'd walk into these flames, if it's for you by strawooberry

Bloom For You by SweetFantasea

Stretched Thin by fumesandrainydays

endless freefall (endlessfreefall) by uneasy mist

Heaven and Back by FluorescentWoosan

with the lights off by wjngism

when every no turns into maybe by comicwoosan

[xikoatl]

Quick drabble about what I think they talked about during that scene, to make up for the delay of the long fanfic:

"You know-" Gwen began, looking at the sunset before them "I've seen my universe's sunset a million times..."

Miles turned towards her, her lips curled into a small smile, her shoulders back and relaxed. Her blue eyes shone like diamonds against the bright sunrays.

She looked ethereal, and Miles tried to store her image in his memory forever. After two years of longing; after two years of endless nights looking at the window, hoping she would come through it, she was finally here. Beside him.

He wanted to pinch himself, though he was afraid if he did it it would actually be a dream.

When she spoke up again his eyes trailed up, and he realize he'd been watching her new suit. The changes were subtle, but they were there.

"...but I don't think I've ever seen one as beautiful as this one" she turned to him and Miles swore his heart skipped a beat. The warmth colors contrasted with her pale skin, and the pink at the ends of her hair looked too vivid, rather than the washed out pink it looked like when she arrived to his room.

He was sure this was what Gwen was made for. To be adored, to be admired. To be basking in the sunlight and warmth of his New York. He doubted anyone else's universe (or anyone else, for that matter) could appreciate her the way she was intended to.

"I don't think I've ever seen any as beautiful as this one either" he mumbled, getting lost in the deep blue of the ocean that her eyes held. He was sure that if he could, he would've drowned in them a long, long time ago.

Gwen laughed confused, before realizing what he meant "Oh" a shy chuckle escaped her lips and she looked away of what she told herself was embarrassment. Though, between me and you, it was more because she did not trust her voice to not croak if she told him he looked very handsome too.

And while words may have not escaped her lips to show her gratitude, her hand trailed just a bit closer to Miles. As if to say "It's okay, I'm never leaving you".

She knew that was a lie, but she let herself daydream and enjoy the last bit of sunlight covering the rooftops of New York. So she hid the pang she felt in her heart and instead relished on the quiet breath of Miles next to her and the sound of her heartbeat, and how it beat for the guy she loves.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

A Sunday Message

I say this as a mod for Scribbles & Drabbles.

I say this as a mediocre artist.

I say this as a fanfic author.

Be kind to yourself

Life throws us off balance more often than we'd like; you're NOT alone in this.

You're doing great!

You don't owe it to anyone to write/draw/deliver more, or different things, or more/less spice.

Do not make yourself miserable by telling yourself that you should do things you cannot or do not want to do.

I love you! I am rooting for you! And I have absolute faith in your abilities!

Please, rest, recover, heal. We'll all be here still when you come back, and we'll love you just the same!

(And if you ever need someone to hold your hand across the endless ocean that is the internet, you know where to find me!)

[l3l-diving-service]

Oceana's Rebellion | Endless Ocean 2 | One-Shot | G | Whump | Oceana

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

I’m having too many thoughts about about Trigun Stampede and it’s probably nothing, but here we go (beware some very heavy handed religious comparisons/symbolism)

This is somewhere between actual meta/character analysis and fanfic, but whatever:

Nai

You are a child and to the best of your knowledge you are one of the only two beings like you in existence. You are a child and you are told that your creation was miraculous, that you are perfect and the future itself. You are neither Human nor Alien, you are simply Other. You are better than either. Unflawed. You are a child and you see the species from which you were created, a species that was artificially created as a means to an end, live out their entire lives in captivity, in servitude. You are taught they are non-sapient, perhaps even non-sentient, and without free will. You exist to serve too, but you resent this. You resent that you are meant to be like the humans, to pretend that you are one of them. You find humanity contemptible and resent their endless wars and conquest and enslavements and pain (you have had a relatively painless childhood). And you read their scriptures and feel confident in your knowledge of humanity’s failures and inherent depravity. Their religious histories are teeming with injustice, with pain, and war and famine. You are a child, but you are intelligent. If this is what they believe in, what can you do? What Good can they really do? You begin to Doubt.

You discover another of your kind, a third, and she has been taken apart and studied by these humans. You are being raised to love them. You don’t. They love you like a dog loves a bone. You can only destroy them before they destroy you. You are intelligent and full of what can only be righteous fury, and you make them Fall. Your brother resents you, resents the deaths, is terrified and hurt and you have to Save Both of You.

Some of the humans survive. You twist them into their own downfall. You take their scriptures and turn words to weapons. It is an honor to serve you, you are an angel, a god, salvation and creation at your fingertips. Death, too. You are owed this for the depravity you and your kind have been subjected to. (You don’t realize, or maybe you no longer care, what you are subjecting them to.) If your brother will not join you on your mission he will die for it. For the greater good. (Who will survive your greater good?)

Wolfwood

You are a child and you aren’t raised to be nice, but you try to be kind. You protect your little brother. You are smart and strong and independent and you care too much. You are raised to believe in a very present god. No one tells you if he is a loving god or not. His angels and priests take you away and it is an honor to be chosen, to be god’s child of blessing. (It is a relief to be taken so no one else will be.)

You go through hell, you live in purgatory. Maybe it is still hell, your skin no longer feels like your own and your hands are bloodstained and fit only around the grip of a gun. You are not allowed to die. You find out your little brother isn’t either. He’s in hell too, but not with you. The god you serve is not a loving god, nor are his angels kind. You are god’s righteous man and you bear a cross and all of the weight of the blood spilled on it, by it.

You are a weapon and any morals you might have grown into are collateral damage. You would do anything for your family. You have done Everything for your family. They don’t mourn or look for you, the blessed chosen one.

You have free will. There is also a gun to your and everyone you’ve ever loved’s heads.

You aren’t sure if you’re a person anymore. (What greater good requires monsters like you? What god would create demons?)

You follow orders. You don’t believe in anything. You could fill oceans with the blood you have spilled. You are told if you follow this last order you will be free and your family will be safe. You aren’t even supposed to kill him, just lead him to his death. You’ve done so many horrible things, this pales in comparison. And you’re already in hell.

You find him. He’s the kindest person you’ve ever met and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He takes on as much hurt as he can, sometimes more. He saves your family without even knowing, and he saves them again when you sell him out. He doesn’t hold it against you.

The first thing you do as a free man is try to save someone. You have decided you care enough to try, just this once. The world still ends. And you still aren’t allowed to die. Better people have already died for you. For your sins.

Vash

You are a child and you love your family very much. You aren’t as special as your brother, as useful, but you love learning and exploring and people. You see the good in everyone. You are terrified when you discover another being like you and your brother, terrified by how she has been treated, by her being a secret, by what else the person you see as a parent might be hiding from you. But you trust her and love her and inevitably mourn her. You are taught to love and serve humans and it is your life’s work.

Your brother makes your world end and says you helped. Everyone you’ve ever cared about except him is dead. You are terrified and you spend the next century atoning for not knowing better. For loving, to continue loving. You are not loved in return.

You do your best to help everyone you can regardless of species. You are special too, it turns out, and bring hope and peace to your people and to the humans, at least for a little while. And you try not to be dangerous. You want to be harmless and you never quite pull it off. You don’t tell anyone the whole truth, but the secrets aren’t enough to keep you safe forever.

You make friends and you don’t have long together. You think you must be bad luck, and you forgive your friend for leading you to your biggest fear. You have to confront it anyways, it’s not his fault. He’s cares about you, but it’s not his job to protect you.

You confront your brother. He destroys everything again and he uses you to hurt people. Again. Your people, humans, what could survive his greater good? You fight back, you win. Kind of. Maybe. A Pyrrhic victory. You are alone and the world hates you for the destruction you tried to prevent. They always do. Why are you the devil when you just want to help?

[lonetile]

FIRST FLIGHT

Predaking x GN!Human!Reader. No use of Y/N, and no gender specifics. Can be M/M or F/M. This is my first time writing an x reader fanfic.

Inspired by @emotionallyattachednerd 's work. You inspired me to finally write an x reader!

Trigger Warning: This story contains talk of terminal illness and death. If this is something you're not comfortable with, I suggest reading something else.

You sat on the cliff's edge, looking out at the expanse of endless ocean in front of you. The sun was setting, coloring the waters with an array of pinks, purples, and yellows. It was beautiful, but you weren't there for the sunset.

A few weeks ago, you were there just to admire the sight, listening to the waves break on the jagged rocks below. That was where you first saw it. At first, you thought it was a bird. A really big bird. That was until it spread its wings. They seemed to envelop the whole sky, blocking out the sun and showing off its true shape. A dragon. A majestic, real-life dragon. The beauty of the ocean was lost as you gazed at the beast, watching as it flew past. You had tried to follow parallel to it on the cliffs, but after almost slipping on some loose rocks on the edge of a particularly steep section, you were forced to stop.

That was why you were there. You hoped to see it again. With your sketchbook in hand, you did your best to remember the first sighting. It had been days with no results, however, you still kept coming back in hopes that you'd get one more glimpse of it.

You checked your watch. It was getting close to 9. It was going to be dark soon. With a sigh, you stood up, about to return to your car when there was a heavy thud behind you. You whirled around, fearing that a boulder came loose from the rock face above, but instead, you saw it. The dragon.

Up close, you saw that it wasn't your typical scaled dragon, but a metal one made up of armor plating, robotic joints, and glowing yellow eyes. You were in awe.

"Wow…" It was all you could say as you took a small step forward. It was huge. Far bigger than you imagined. You were expecting something of Toothless's size, or even the wyverns in Game of Thrones, but the dragon in front of you was about the size of Tohru from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid.

Its head moved away, its mandibles chittering slightly as you reached out. Seeing that it didn't want to be touched, you pulled your hand back and clasped them behind you.

"Hello." You said with a smile. "It's nice to see you again." No response. You didn't expect one.

"I was hoping to see you again before I…" You cleared your throat. "Yeah…" This had been your dream for the past few days, and now that it came true, you're at a loss for words, like a shy teenager asking their crush to the senior prom.

You watched in amazement as the dragon's armor began to shift and change with whirrs and clicks, each piece shifting into place as it changed shape to a more humanoid shape. A very spiky, metallic humanoid.

"You are not afraid." It was a statement, not a question. You nodded.

"I've been coming here every day in hopes I'd see you." You replied.

"And why is that?" The mechanical figure asked.

"I… uh… like dragons." It was the only reply you had. It wasn't false. It just felt stupid to say out loud. "Do you have a name?"

"I am called Predaking, little human." He said. He stood proud. It was indeed a fitting title. You bowed politely. There was a small, awkward pause.

"You hadn't finished your sentence before." You looked confused for a second before realizing which sentence he was talking about.

"Oh… uhm... I don't have long before an illness I have kills me." You replied

"You are dying?"

"It's not so bad." You replied. "That's why I used to come up here. I wanted to memorize the sunset because there will be a time I won't be able to see it again like this. Now I come here in hopes of seeing you. Which now I have." You teared up but quickly tried to hide it with a laugh.

"What kind of illness is it that ails you?" Predaking asked.

"My heart's beginning to fail." You replied. "It doesn't help that I walk two miles uphill every evening. I wish I could fly like you." This time, you couldn't hold back the sadness you felt.

"S-Sorry, your majesty." You said, covering your face. You tried to stop the tears, but they were endless. Predaking stared at you. He felt pity.

"Perhaps... I can offer you some comfort." Predaking suddenly said. You sniffed, looking at him. "You said you wished you could fly. I can lend you my wings, just for the evening."

"Y-you… is that alright?"

"I would not have suggested it if it wasn't." Predaking replied. He transformed back into a dragon, crouching down and letting you use his wing as a ramp. Once he felt you settle, he spread his wings before taking off. You felt all your worries stay on the cliff top as you rose into the air. You clung to Predaking's spines as he half flew, half glided through the evening sky. The stars were just beginning to appear as the sun dipped behind the horizon. Your weak heart felt strong again as you looked down at the waters below. Predaking's wings seemed to glow in the approaching darkness. He circled the mountain, being careful not to fly too fast. He liked feeling you cling to him. You began to chuckle before it turned into a laugh, then into an excited whoop.

"This is amazing, your majesty!" You shouted. "You're amazing." You didn't want this to end. The darkened sky, feeling the wind in your face, your hair, your clothes. It felt wonderful. It only became better as the darkness of night filled the sky, the stars lighting up the world around you. You reached up, feeling as if you could grab hold of the tiny twinkling lights. Even Predaking gazed up. He never really admired the stars before. He had been too focused on other things. But with you on his back, his own anxieties were left on that cliff top. He was afraid that, when he landed, the anger would return. 

The flight continued for another hour before Predaking returned you to the cliff. To his surprise, his negative feelings did not return. He felt… happy.

"Thank you, your majesty." You said as he returned to his primary form. You hugged his leg, being the only part you could really get to.

"Perhaps… We could do this again?" He asked. You nodded eagerly.

 "I would love that."

The next few days were the same. You'd meet on the cliff before soaring through the evening skies, forgetting all your worries. As the weeks passed, you showed up less and less. However, Predaking still returned to wait like you had for him.

One day, Predaking arrived at the cliff like he always did. Once again, you weren't there. He waited for an hour, but when you didn't show up, he turned to leave when he saw something on the ground. It was your sketchbook. He picked it up, carefully opening it. Inside were numerous drawings of dragons. Many of which he remembered you telling him about. Toothless, Drogon, Tohru, Spike… all the dragons from different media you had watched. As he turned the page, the cartoony sketches changed to something else. Him. When did you have time to make these wonderful pieces? He flipped through them before reaching the last page. It was a sketch of you and him this time. Beside it was a note:

Your majesty,

I am sorry for not meeting you this evening. My condition has worsened greatly these past few weeks, which is why I often failed to show. I used my last ounce of strength to leave this here for you to find and remember me by. I will not be returning.

I am happy that I got to fly with you. The time we spent together helped me forget the pain I felt fearing this moment. But I am no longer afraid. I am happy. You made me happy. I hope, as you soar through the skies, that you will remember me as I do when I look out the hospital window at the sunset. Thank you for everything.

I'll miss you. 

A pained screeching roar echoed over the mountains before it became a whimper as he stared at the drawing. He took the sketchbook gently in his claws before transforming, spreading his wings, and taking flight.

As you sat on the hospital bed, staring at the lowering sun, you thought you saw the majestic form of Predaking in the distance. You smiled. You knew it was him. You laid back down as rhythmic beeping beside you began slowing. Just before it turned into a still whine, you whispered your final words.

"I'll miss you."

[wannabelilybriscoe]

Day 5: A romantic fic

For @hprecfest!

I can’t pick just one! I’ve read so many beautiful, swoon-inducing fics. I also don’t want to have to pick between my two favourite ships so I’m going to rec one for each!

Détraquée by Hystaracal

Pairing: Dramione

Rating: M

One-sentence summary: Hermione’s journey through the quagmire (school, war, adolescence, adulthood), finding love and self-actualization along the way.

To put it simply, this story is a triumph. But it would do it a disservice to try and put it simply. This story is carefully considered, layered with intertextuality, and skillfully-executed narrative devices. You go so deep into Hermione’s mind with all its brilliance and bravery and fear and insecurity and imperfections. You come out of it loving her deeply. You also come out of it loving Draco (at least, I did) because holy moly, what a journey from A to B. This story is the slowest of burns. I’ve seen it described as a “full burn” because the seeds of their romance are planted in the very first chapter but it takes half a lifetime to see it come to fruition. But when they get there…we’re rewarded with some of the most romantic passages I’ve ever read in a novel, fanfic or not. Their romance is flawed and delicate but so earnest, and so earned, and it gets stronger as it’s nurtured. When I say parts made me swoon, I’m talking stomach-swooping, hand over my mouth, putting my phone in my lap and catching my breath.

This is the kind of story you come back to time and again because it just keep revealing itself to you through each reread. I could go on and on about it. I have endless admiration for the author.

Ever Thus by @wrapped-up

Pairing: Wolfstar

Rating: M

One-sentence summary: Remus and Sirius are university roommates and they are definitely, 100% not dating (except they are and we all know it, they just don’t know it yet).

I love all flavours of wolfstar but there’s something about a dynamic where Sirius is secretly pining for Remus while focusing his energy on being his Best Friend and dutifully supporting him through the good times and the bad, in sickness and in health, that just mmhmm yep, makes my stomach flutter. Reading this felt like the watching the best kind of new adult romcom - a hilarious group of friends, that strange in-betweeness of becoming a Real Adult, two relentlessly likeable romantic leads, oceans of pining, and the sweetest romance when they finally come into harbour and admit how they feel for each other. WrappedUp has written many hits and they need no introduction, but there’s a sweet rawness to this particular story that plucked a string in my heart.

[superbfirnacho]

this is the unofficial part 2 of @imtrashraccoon siren fanfic they wrote for me. Please read part one here

it had been a few days, Ivy suspected, since she was discovered as a siren and thrown into a cell. Which was where she sat currently.

it was cold and dark, the faint sound of waves outside made her soul beat with longing, missing the salty air and blue of the vast ocean.

she remembered what had happened when she was thrown in this cell by Killer. She has thought it was a prank at first, of course, until Nightmare had visited her, then she knew nothing was going to change. She was stuck here.

She told him her feelings for him were never a lie. They were real. And for a faint moment she could something in his eye change…. He had leaned down and wiped her tears away, repeating what she had said back to her.

And in that moment, her soul leapt with the hope that he would let her go, and they could be happy again.

She felt her teeth grit together as she thought of what had actually happened.

“But I know what you say is a lie. Because sirens cannot feel love. You have no place on this ship…”

He paused

“Or in my soul.”

He had said in a cold voice, and had turned away from the cell. That was the last time she had seem him in past few days.

She suddenly heard the footsteps of someone heading down the stairs of the brig. Her ear flicked upward slightly, trying to decipher who it could be based on their steps.

It was Killer.

Killer strolled into the brig, twirling a knife in one hand, and deceivingly cheerful expression on his face.

“Ivyyyy! No hard feelings for locking you in here, right? Just the bosses orders~”

he said in a tone dripping with honey, it made her feel sick to her stomach, though she wouldn’t admit that to herself.

“Killer…” she started, but was quickly cut off.

“Boss told me you were a siren this whole time, can you believe it? A siren, a rare one at that, right under our noses?”

He laughed in a slightly manic way. Ivy felt like her body was made of lead, her ears threatening to droop if she didn’t keep herself in check.

“I don’t understand-“

she began to speak, her voice almost cracking from sadness and anger.

“how absolutely nobody on this ship understands that if I didn’t lie, I would be dead, I didn’t want to keep the fact that I was siren from you! Why can’t anyone understand that!?”

Killed paused at her statement, staring at her with those soulless eyes of his.

he leaned down to her level, a smirk that somehow held endless rage and emotion and yet none at all splitting his face in two. Using the knife in his hand to tilt her chin up slightly.

“Oh sweet, innocent, hopeful Ivy. When your dear sweet Nightmare says that, do you know what he means?”

He said with a singsong voice, his eye locking with hers.

“it means that he’d like you better if you were dead.”

Ivy stared at him for a long moment. Her brain processing what was being said.

“….you’re lying.”

A childish response was all she managed. Looking down at the stone floor as her emotions came crashing down on her. She suddenly felt like crying. Killer just chuckled.

“I agree with him though. Because if it wasn’t for the fact he’s the captain, I wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you by now.”

he said it so casually they might as well have been talking about the weather. He stood up.

“But that doesn’t matter anymore, when we dock today, we’ll get a pretty penny from selling your hide to the highest bidder.”

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything. Just sit there like and it was pathetic. She couldn’t call out for him to shut up, that he didn’t know what he was talking about. Because not even she knew what the truth was anymore.

“I hope you enjoyed your little game of pretend.”

Killer said in a monotone voice, and walked out of the brig. Leaving her to wallow in the hell of her own making.

[stormborngod]

hii !!! I have read your two aelin fanfics and I have to say that they are the best in the world, I was wondering if you could write something nsfw about aelin x reader (?) no hurry 💗

Authors Note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I legitimately forgot about it because life things got in the way and im so so so sorry!!

Writing this made me realize that I kinda abandoned this account lmao.

Heres Aelin smut (i tried my best I home it’s not terrible) and feel free to send in more asks!

Burn Me Inside And Out (I Need The Burn)

Tags: fxf, female!reader, post-canon, confident!reader, teasing, semi-public??? She fingers you in a hallway dude idk, fingering, Aelin being downbad for reader, reader teases Aelin during a party and reaps the benefits

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You didn’t brag often.

Mostly because your wife bragged enough about you, and because you didn’t feel the need to. You knew that you were quite the catch and you didn’t feel the need to flaunt what was already obvious.

But, Hellas, you looked good.

You knew it from the stares you could feel piercing you, from the moment you walked in the room till you stood against the wall, your back pressed against cool wood. Your bare back.

The black dress you were wearing was backless, proudly showing off the golden backdrop necklace that rested in between your shoulder blades and trailed down to your lower back. You hide a smug smile as you take another sip of your wine. You had already counted at least three guests at this party that had nearly choked on their wine when they saw the necklace, their eyes roving over you.

While their gazes were amusing, if not a bit of a ego boost, it wasn’t them you wanted to impress.

It was your wife’s.

Aelin.

You felt her gaze on you the moment you stepped into the party, piercing you like a blade from across the room.

You had watched as she ended her conversation as quickly as she could without enacting a national incident, making her way through the crowd towards you. Her fiery blond hair was bright against the crowd, making her a lighthouse in the endless ocean of the people spreading the two of you.

You had felt a bit bad when you moved away just as she was close enough that you could make out her dark dress, it’s gold lining complimenting the golden shards that danced in her turquoise eyes.

You would have been perfectly fine to allow her to touch you, her arm wrapping around your waist as she pulled you closer to her. She would have run her hand over your bare back, her fingers idly playing with the necklace draped down your back as the two of you made your rounds around the room, charming anyone around you.

You certainly didn’t mind the idea, you loved it if you were being honest, but you liked the idea of teasing her more.

You have been ignoring her the entire night, moving out of reach before she could reach for you or leading her into guests that were dying to talk to their queen. You watched her from your position against the wall, smirking when she caught your eyes over the shoulder of whatever lord she was talking with.

She look thoroughly uninterested in whatever he was saying, her eyes only for you. Her eyes narrowed as she took in your smug expression, momentarily turning back to the lord to excuse herself as she began to make her way towards you.

You rolled your shoulders as you reached out towards one of the servants next to you, replacing your now empty drink with a full one as you began to make your way back into the crowd. You looked over your shoulder, biting your lip to hold in your laugh as you made yourself further into the crowd, blending into the people around you almost seamlessly.

Almost.

Honestly, sometimes you forgot your wife used to be an assassin.

An arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm body behind you. You went willingly, almost purring as a hand ran up your throat to tilt your head until red lips pressed against yours. Gods, with how good Aelin felt pressed against you, kissing you, you were beginning to question why you were teasing her in the first place.

The answer came a moment later when Aelin turned you to face her, her eyes blazing with desire and need. She bent her head, her lips brushing over your pulse.

“You're trying to kill me.” She says, her breath warm against the skin of your neck. You hum and trail your fingertips over her sides, “Maybe.” You tease, tightening your grip as you pulled her closer to you.

She can't hold back a chuckle at your pleased tone, pressing a kiss against your neck before she pulls away to face you. You know there's no point in hiding the blush rising to your cheeks. You can feel her red lipstick lingering on your skin and you don't doubt that she's left a bright red mark on you for all to see.

Her eyes glance over you, her hunger for you growing as she takes in the way your dress hugs your body. One of her hands trails down your side until she reaches your thigh, rubbing her thumb over the fabric there.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you so you can press your lips together. Gods, she's not even fully touching you and you can already feel the heat rising from between your thighs, making you agonizingly focused on her touch.

The two of you part, breathless.

“I think we’re going to have to miss this dance, love.” Aelin asks, her voice light despite the hunger in her eyes. You chuckle, moving towards her neck to press your lips against her throat, leaving your own lipstick mark on your skin.

“Really? May I ask why, dearest?” You tease before gasping as she began to read you out of the room. She dodges between people before she's able to pull you into one of the large halls leading into the party.

She presses you against a wall, kissing you fiercely as she grips your hips. Her nails dig into your skin, even through the fabric of your dress. Her grip stings, setting your blood aflame as you buck your hips against her.

“Gods,” Aelin groans, “how attached are you to this dress?” You furrow your brows, pulling away to glare at her.

“Don’t even think about it.” You warn, still gasping for air. She huffs, bending her head to nip your throat. She chuckles when you arch your neck, exposing more of yourself to her. Her fangs trace over your pulse and you bunch the fabric of her dress in your hands as you groan.

One of her hands moves from your hips to rub over your thigh, pulling your dress up until it haphazardly bunches over your hips. Her other hand moves to brush over your underwear, lacy fabric covering her prize.

You chuckle breathlessly at her growl of frustration before gasping as she tugs your panties to the side, her fingers immediately finding your wet heat. She groans as your wetness coats her fingers. She glides her fingers over your clit, rubbing firmly against it. You bit your lip to hold in your moans, bucking your hips against her hand.

She purrs at your desperation, head ducking down to nip and kiss at your throat, “That’s it, sweetheart.” Her husky voice seems to echo in your ears as your hips pick up their pace. Aelin allows you to grind to your hearts content, waiting until your gasping out as your almost reach your peak. She drags her fingers away suddenly, laughing at your growl as you try to pull her hand back to you.

“Patience sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.” Aelin coos, voice mocking and sickly sweet as she traced her fingers over you. She rubs over your clit firmly one more time before she moves lower, entering you. Your gasp as she pushes one, two fingers inside you.

Aelin doesn’t bother going slow, her fingers driving into your fiercely as you gasp and moan. You can barely bring yourself to care about your voice echoing back to the party, hips bucking. You can only focus on Aelin, on her fingers inside you and her lips at your neck.

She snarls at your moans, almost as desperate as you as she begins to hammer into you. Her voice is strained as she speaks, hunger clouding her eyes, “Come on sweetheart, give it to me. Soak my hand and let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

And you do, gods you do. Your body shakes as your cum, your wet heat tightening around Aelin’s fingers. Aelin curses, her fingers still thrusting into you. She eventually slows her pace as your breathing and shaking slows, pulling her fingers from you with a wet noise that leaves you flushed.

She holds your gaze as she rubs her tongue over her fingers, cleaning your wetness from them. You bite you lip, fighting against your suddenly desperate to pull her back to you despite your recent orgasm.

She smirks, pulling her fingers from her mouth as her free hand begins to smooth out your dress. At your confused look she chuckled, gold-flecked eyes sparking in amusement.

“We don’t want you to walk back into the party looking freshly fucked, do we? Imagine the scandal.” She laughs when your hand pushed at her shoulder, ignoring your glare as she offers you a hand.

“Shall we?”