#fresh wate

[multicolour-ink]

In the Mario x Mermaid AU the mer-folk are are salt water creatures, which means that they will get sick, even badly injured, if they come into contact with fresh water.

This is based on the real world concept of saltwater fish being unable to survive in freshwater, and vice versa.

So four things to note:

1. Even just a small drop of freshwater on a mer-person's skin will give them an irritated burning sensation, and their scales to become inflamed and swollen. Luckily, if the contact is not too long or severe, they just need to dip the affected area in salt water and it's all good 👍

2. When Mario becomes a human for the first time, he is not exactly a full human. Kammy is able to give him legs and take away his mer-magic, but she deliberately left some of his mer traits within him. This means that, to his horror, he finds he cannot come into any contact with fresh water, or risk giving away his secret! Luckily Luigi is on hand to assist at certain points.

3. One idea for a scene I'm cooking up is that Mario gets interrogated by the kitchen staff, asking where he's from and who he is. One of the staff gets way too close with some water, and Mario is overwhelmed and tries to get them to leave him alone. Luigi sees this from his hiding place outside, and quickly uses his mer-magic (electricity) to short circuit the palace from the outside and cause a black out. Mario takes this opportunity to run away, where he runs outside to thank his bro and figure out a plan!

4. Mario does find that he can work around this fresh water business by adding salt to it anytime he needs to bathe or drink.

(I'm pretty sure that's not how it works but hey - it is a fantasy - and it's not unlikely that Mario will still feel a bit sick, due to it not being proper salt water - but it's a temporary solution!)

[tiredmoonslut]

Yknow, if reboots are what Hollywood wants to focus on right now, I'd be open to somebody trying Beautiful Creatures again

[hyperactively-me]

Hear me out…King Ghost is wearing a white shirt and he somehow falls into a pond/lake in front of his wife. When he gets out of the water his white shirt is completely transparent and (y/n) can see everything. And while Simon is trying to get out of the lake he just sees his wife looking at him like 👀.

(In reality, a king’s shirt shouldn’t be flimsy and thin enough to be that transparent but I think it is a funny thought if Simon specifically got thin white shirts so his wife would check him out bc he’s a little slut for his wife but she doesn’t know that yet shhhh.)

omg bestie please this is the scene from bridgerton we all know and dearly love!!!!! yes!!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden, glow across the lake. The winter season had finally passed, the snow gone and melted. Spring had sprung. King Ghost guided a small rowboat through the gentle water, the oars of the boat skimming over the water languidly.

As the boat glided effortlessly across the water, you sat back, enjoying the gentle breeze and the soothing lull of the water. You peek your head over the side of the boat for a moment, staring at your wavy reflection in the water.

“The spring here is beautiful, Simon,” you say, running a hand in the cool water.

“I thought you would like it,” he says, continuing to row the boat, each stroke of the oars propelling you both towards the dock. “Kastron is known for its wildflower fields, super blooms occur here in the springtime, especially during the rainy season.” 

“Oh wow! That sounds amazing, you’ll have to take me to see them sometime,” you smile, looking back up at him from the water. 

As the boat drifts, you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh spring air. It's a welcome break from the formalities and duties in the palace, and a chance for the two of you to be together.

Spending time with him was all you wanted a few months ago, and since then, he’s made a continuous and honest effort to spend time with you, and you with him. Honestly, you’ve grown to truly have an affection for him, a real liking for him, a stark difference from the time you first met him.

The sunlight dances on the surface of the lake, casting a shimmering reflection. You find yourself lost in the beauty of the moment, the gentle ripples of the water, and the soothing sounds of nature all around you.

Simon's strong arms work in time with the boat, his gaze never leaving you. He shifts slightly, thinking of something to say. "I had hoped this outing would be a pleasant surprise," he says, his tone soft and earnest.

You lean closer to him, reaching out to caress his cheek with your hand. “It is more than pleasant, Simon. It's perfect.”

His brown eyes, once reserved and guarded, now shine with warmth. He briefly stops rowing, allowing the boat to drift for a moment as he leans in to kiss the palm of your hand. 

"I'm glad to hear that," he whispers, his lips grazing your skin. "I wanted to show you a different side of Kastron, just you and me.”

You can't help but blush, feeling a flutter in your chest. The two of you had grown closer over the past few months, and it was moments like these that made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company. You've come to appreciate his dedication to his people, his sense of duty, and his unwavering support for you.

The boat drifted to a halt by the lakeside, and Simon gracefully rose to disembark. But, without warning, his foot caught on the edge of the boat's wooden plank, and he stumbled, pitching forward into the cool water. 

You gasped, your heart leaped in your chest as you watched him vanish beneath the surface with a splash. Your first instinct was to reach out, to help him, but you remained frozen, unable to take your eyes off the scene unfolding before you.

Simon resurfaced, water dripping from his tousled, sandy blonde hair, and that's when you noticed it. His once perfectly pressed white shirt now clung to him like a second skin, rendered completely transparent by the water. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw every curve and contour of his physique, the strong lines of his chest, and the ripple of his muscles beneath the wet fabric.

Your husband, the king, stood before you, basically exposed, yet somehow looks more alluring than ever. You didn’t have to know he tripped on purpose. Hell, he’s way too coordinated for a fall as simple as that. He only did it to impress you, to get into your subconscious. But you don’t have to know.

“Simon!” you cry out, springing up from your seat. The boat rocks as you push yourself up from your seat, leaning over the boat. You jump over your seat, extending a hand to Simon. 

He takes your hand with a sheepish grin, water dripping from his soaked clothes. “Well, that was—" he says, chuckling.

You can't help but stare, you really can’t. You help pull him back on the boat, watching his arms flex as he pulls himself up. His proximity sends a shiver down your spine, but you do your best to focus. “Are you okay?”

Simon nods, water droplets splattering around him. “I'm perfectly fine, just a bit wet,” he replies, slipping his shirt off. You are now staring unabashedly at his now bare chest, his muscles and abs rippling as he starts to wring out his shirt as best he can. 

“O– okay” you gulp, nodding. 

“What is it?” he asks, nonchalant.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, just…you falling startled me a bit,” your eyes darted around, your face growing extremely warm.

“Hm. Well, I am sorry for startling you—”

“No, don’t be sorry at all!” you laugh slightly, brushing hair from your face.

“Alright, I’m not sorry, then,” he says, now fully grinning at you. “I saw you staring.”

Your mouth goes agape for a split second, then you flounder, spluttering about how you weren’t staring. 

“I wasn’t staring!” you say incredulously, exaggerating your reaction. 

“You definitely were, darling.” 

“No I wasn’t!”

He just laughs, shaking his head. He turns, hiding his face from you for a moment. God, he’s obsessed with you.

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[ladybirdswritings]

Pretty Thing - Cooper Howard (Ghoul) x Reader

Summary: You're a shiny, pretty prize worth more caps than can be counted on ten hands altogether. There's something special about you, and the Ghoul is determined to figure out just what it is.

Notes: Guys I am actually so invested in this fic it’s criminal but anyways lmk if u love this and I'll write more (feel free to leave me lots of comments and interactions, they motivate me!!)

last chap | A03 | masterlist

part 4

The scorching sun was a thing of your wild imagination. A figment, a flash. So familiar, yet so far away in that ocean above you. That dull, gray ocean.

There were ropes round your wrists, and you felt like every bit the mutt as the wide-brim hat before you walked you in any direction he pleased.

Thing was, it had been days.

Days since your last meal. A can of soured peaches and a bitter clementine. No water, no sustenance.

So, this scorching diamond above you that you’d never seen but you somehow understood, it was burning at your flesh. Enough so that within an hour’s time, you’d be about as red and mangled as the Ghoul.

Your breaths were heavy and labored, your steps more like jagged stomps into the sandy dunes. You were still dressed in your ratty hospital gown and your feet were bare. You felt disgusting.

Your hair was matted in knots, your feet covered in dirt and grime, your body blanketed by a soft sheen of sweat making you glisten like a diamond in the rough.

You stumbled, pins and needles itching at your sight for a long moment. The cowboy halted so sudden you were two steps away from colliding with his coated back. You didn’t though.

He turned his head to the side, regarding you in his peripheral with a glare that silently declared: “walk straight, or I’m gon’ make ya’…”

You glared back at him in turn, and abruptly— he pulled on his makeshift leash and kept walking. The sandy dunes burned at the bottoms of your feet, scorching them entirely. You’d passed four signs now that promised life, and yet there was none to be found.

Your gaze fell to the happy shepherd braving the dunes behind the cowboy, tale wagging and tongue hung out her mouth as she panted. She had no leash. The thought? It angered you. You halted, digging the soles of your feet into the sand so to keep yourself still and put. When his tug did no good, his jaw ticked and he slowly turned round. Swiping his tongue over his golden teeth, expectant.

“This is some even exchange.” You practically spat. “The girl gets walked and the mutt roams freely. What exactly are you teaching me?”

His gaze stalled for a moment, as if assessing how to approach you. It took a moment too long but soon enough, it narrowed into a glare. A cold, challenging glare. Your own eyes, they begged to falter, to fall, to be coward enough to lose this challenge and yet? You were in too deep.

One slow step, then another. Heavy boots nearing closer, closer. You would have stumbled back if your feet weren’t so pressed into the ground. Buried there, keeping you still as a stick in the wind. He halted before you, boots stepping on the layer of sand above your feet, looking down at you and shadowing your eyes from the scorching sun with his hat.

“You oughta mind that dirty mouth o’ yours… n’ to answer your question— s' a dog-eat-dog world, sweetie...”

It was your own gaze that narrowed to slits now, tilting your chin up to hold his eyes.

“I’m not a fucking dog.”

A small, soft laugh at that— eyes wandering to the place beside you to gather his vicious thoughts. He sucked at his teeth, tilting his head slow at you.

“Y’ thirsty?”

… what?

Your tired eyes softened, a widening so gentle and subtle it could almost be missed. But you were— god you truly were beyond parched. The thought of even a singular droplet on your sandpaper tongue and you’d melt.

“Mm, yes you are.” He mused, eyes never once leaving you. Even as his hands dug deep within his coat to pull out a dilapidated, circular flask filled to the brim with fresh, sweet water. You gulped, eyes wide with anticipation now.

You patient, sweet thing— gaze shifting from patience to confusion as he unscrewed the cap and drank every single last drop right before you. A frown settled on your soft lips once he finished with a satisfied “ahh” and tossed the useless thing to the side so to further prove his point.

“Wh—”

“Oh m’ sorry, pretty thing. Did you want some uh’ that? Tsk tsk, gotta open that dry mouth o’ yours next time. Tell you what, I might have some more.”

You blinked, throat feeling as sandy as the dunes your feet were buried within. His mangled hand travelled upwards, settling on a firm grip to your cheeks. You didn’t have much time to react, no. He squeezed them tight— muttering “open.” You had no choice, and as soon as those lips of yours were parted? The Ghoul gathered all the saliva packed within that golden mouth of his and spit it right upon your pink little tongue.

Your eyes became saucers, so surprised by his most degrading, cruel actions that you stumbled and fell to your bum.

“Where you think you’re goin’ hmm? Up… you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

His saliva settled into your own, mixing with it— familiarizing with it. A foreign, unpleasant thing.

His grip on your shoulders was firm, and despite his cold gaze— there was droplets of expectation sprinkled like silver stars in his midnight eyes. What he was waiting for, whatever it was, it never came.

The Ghoul tugged you back up on to your feet, and his hands held you tight enough to bruise your skin.

All of it, all at once, it settled. The cage, the sun, the sand, the ropes, the dirt upon your feet, the knots within your hair— the spit within your mouth… tears prickled at your pretty eyes too quickly to stop, making them glossy and blurred. Your jaw tense.

“Wipe those god damn tears and get to fuckin’ steppin’… else I’m gon’ drag you in all the shit you’re standin’ on.”

Your lips swelled pink like posies and trembled at his words as all the breath you had left departed you. He didn’t much care, turning and tugging harshly again so you had no choice but to step.

It would be inaccurate to say he was treating you like an animal, because the shepherd was happily trotting along. No ropes keeping her, no cruel words.

Yet you?

Another sign slid past your peripheral. Wherever he was dragging you? You only hoped it was close…

•••

If there was a God, you were whispering your praises to him now as sand turned to emerald blades— and emerald blades turned to creaky, dilapidated cherry oak.

A lake. A crystal lake that mirrored the dreary sky in its reflection. Water, so much of it you could just melt.

The cowboy regarded you with pointed eyes as he slowly unraveled his ropes. Each circle falling to the ground made you sigh in relief, immediately stumbling forward toward the lake. An endless supply of all the water you desired.

You were just about ready to fall to your knees in defeat when a firm hand reached out and gripped at your matted locks. Halting you.

“Settle down, sweetheart. See, that water right there s’ poison. Less you wanna look like me, I suggest you follow orders.”

You slowly turned your glare toward him as he stepped around you and tugged you after him by your locks. Brutish. His boots were heavy stomps against the creaking deck, and they matched the pitter patter of the shepherd’s paws.

“Here.” He spat, pushing you down to the deck with a firm hand. Your eyes shifted to a makeshift bowl filled to the brim with rainwater so ancient, it made him look like a spring chicken.

You felt every bit the mutt he was treating you like as you turned your head to face him, on your hands and knees.

He tilted his head once more as if challenging you to complain. You considered, but your thirst was far too fervent to let you. You cautiously dipped your head, cupping the water in one purpled hand and sucking from it. Christ… you moaned. It was unpleasant, hot by the sun and dirty yet— it was water.

“There you go, now you’re gettin’ it.” The Ghoul mused in approval.

You were desperately lapping every last, soiled drop up. Every last drop till you heard even more feverish lapping from beside you. You halted, gaze shifting to see the shepherd happily drinking up the lake water with a wagging tail.

The clean, pristine lake water.

You waited. Watching the poor, doomed thing. Any minute now and she’d fall to the deck, foaming at the mouth as the poison plagued her. She licked at her lips when she was satisfied.

A minute passed, then another…

The lake water was settled in her stomach…

…and she was completely— fine.

Unharmed.

Immediately, your expression shifted to one of disgust, frustration, defeat? No…

Anger.

More solidified anger when the bastard in the cowboy hat and boots began to snicker.

“You made me drink this on purpose.” You forced through clenched teeth, so angry now you couldn’t even meet his eyes.

Pins and needles prickled at your fingertips, they lay dormant there.

“N’ what f’ I did, huh?” He challenged, shifting so to squat before you and catch your sight again. Your cold, furious sight. “What you gon’ do bout it, pretty thing?”

Oh you got it now. You got it completely.

He liked this. He liked torturing you and it took only one day spent together for you to understand that entirely. His speech about even exchanges and teaching you, it was sour in your mind now. In that hazy, clouded mind of yours.

You thought of all the words you could spit at that mangled, hideous face of his and yet? None of them seemed to surface. He knew you were weak, he knew he had the upper hand. He was using that.

Just like your keepers.

The thought, it made the pins and needles more prominent. More unpredictable. Burning at your hands ready to burn at another and yet?

The only thing you could do was gather the spit in your mouth and project it right onto the Ghoul’s cratered cheek.

He didn’t do so much as flinch, closing his eyes for a moment and sucking a deep breath through the place where a nose once settled. He was silent, but the jump in his jaw gave him away.

You did it now.

You truly, pissed him off.

Not another moment passed before his eyes shot open again. Darker now. Too dark. The Ghoul was quick, hand burying itself in your knotted locks again as he dragged you against the wood— leaving splinters and cuts in your soft skin.

“Now you’re gon’ learn, smooth skin.” He spat.

You were weak, but you kicked away and tried to steel yourself with something. You weren’t in the dunes any longer, so the only thing to be buried was you.

“Wait— wait!” You cried out, breaths quickening now as he pulled you up by your frayed locks. Your fear-stricken gaze looked on at the reflection of the lake water. He was a looming shadow, and no part of his expression offered you ease.

Your mind wandered back to the flashes tucked within it. When he circled your cage and pushed the hair from your face. The shadow before you now, he was every bit what you would expect another creature who got their clutches on you to be like. He was no different, despite what you had conditioned yourself to believe.

Maybe he was worse…

Your breath was interrupted by the plunge, into the lake head first— his hand keeping you under. One hand gripping at the hair before your neck, the other clutching at your bound wrists.

You struggled, your mind a cloudy sky as water invaded your throat and lungs.

He was drowning you.

He picked your head up at once, so abrupt. You were robbed of the chance to suck in precious air as you could only cough up the water lodged within your throat. None of it was poison, all of it was demise.

You wondered for a moment if he was showing you mercy— but soon realized he had only lifted you to plant cruelty in your mind. Perhaps so it would be the last thing you’d hear.

“Some weapon you are. Look at ya’, useless lil’ thing— you gon’ be dead n’ a god damn second. Ain’t got no use for ya’.” He spat, golden teeth pressed against your ear.

“Please—” you gurgled, and he only growled as he slammed your head back into the lake.

Your mind became a haze, feet kicking and body flopping about like a fish deprived of its ocean. If it couldn’t get more sour for you, your eyes widened to find a large, scaly creature slowly swimming toward you. A very large, very scaly creature.

This was how you’d die.

That thought, it settled then.

All this survival— all this uncontrollable chaos. Your body a temple so strong and still, it forced you to survive— and your demise would be caused by a lake and a golden-toothed cowboy?

You cried out, watching as the eight-finned creature slithered closer and closer.

Closer…

Closer….

Some people claim that anger is the strongest emotion. Some people claim it to be love. For you? Fear. Cold, paralyzing fear.

Perhaps you were a mutt. One backed into a corner so doomed that you had no choice but to bite the hand keeping you under the water.

You didn’t intend to do it, no— you never did. It just happened; and it was a thing your keepers were trying to figure out before you were taken from them.

Yet the pins and needles grew to nails and knives, clutching at your slashed palms and supple skin. A crimson so scarlet and deep, the blood within you was boiled, it ignited you. Like a moth set ablaze.

The creature in the water halted, and the creature above the water’s grip on your neck loosened. Yet it was far too late to take it back now. They had hold of you.

You could taste the poison in the lake. He wasn’t a liar after all.

Radiation.

Thing was, for you, radiation was about as poisonous as whipped, cherry pie. No… radiation was fuel.

That fuel was settled deep within your lungs now. That fuel was flooded in your nostrils and throat. That fuel was chaotic, unpredictable and deadly; and it was driving now.

With a scream of pure agony as the inferno begun to melt you, all the radiation within the lake anchored you down and like a can of shaken pop? You burst.

“Shit…” The Ghoul muttered, releasing the nuclear bomb before him and trying to stumble back. Wasn’t far enough…

The lake erupted, water shooting so high up into the sky it could reach the clouds. The reflection was now crimson, the same crimson that shadowed you and burned away at anything in sight.

The Ghoul was a strong, ancient thing— yet even he could not withstand the powers clutching you hostage. His body was flown back by the very graze of them— back slamming into a wooden post hard enough to crack it in two.

Your scream, muffled by the water, it faltered to a cry of agony. Pain, pure and unforgiving as you lifted your head from the lake and slumped over against the deck.

Blood dripped from your nose, staining the cherry wood beneath you. Your coughs were weak yet vicious, vicious enough to burn at your ribs enough to make you curl.

Exhausted.

The water from the sky rained back down to the lake after stalling, a barbaric storm settling into the once calm waters.

The Ghoul coughed, his next breath a wheeze as that cold gaze of his wandered to the fizzing bubbles above the water. Sluggishly, the husk of a creature so powerful it was the exact reason why nobody roamed these parts, it floated to the surface and turned by force of the settling waves. Its eyes gray, its ungodly tongue hung from its snarling mouth.

Dead.

Every minnow and small, poor fish followed— bellies bloated as they surfaced.

Entirely… dead.

The Ghoul halted for a second at the thought, breath catching in his throat. If he wasn’t so smart, if he hadn’t let go— that would have been him. A dead fish in the water.

Yet still, the mad man, he was satisfied.

As he said to himself— as he ensured; he poked at the bear enough and finally? The bear showed him just what it was worth.

“There you are… you lil’ killa…” he murmured slow, eyes settled on your shivering figure now with victory and— awe.

Not horror, not disgust… no.

Simply?

Awe…

[doudouneverte]

Back to Home | Chapter five : Discovery

Pairing this chap: Wanda Maximoff x teen!reader; Avenger(variants)

Summary: Dr.Strange has a plan and Dr.Cho make big discoveries

Tag list: @darkstar225 @g-athenaathens @filmedbyharkness @nylevea @eletricheart @reginassweetheart @jono723 @lizlil

Chapter Four | Serie Masterlist | Chapter Six

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[Earth 717]

Silence was drowning out the entire complex. Wanda and Natasha didn't leave your bedroom; they spent almost all their time crying. Your aunts were not better. Kate tried to keep the team together while Yelena was pacing on the rooftop.

All the avengers were deadly silent. The only noises that could be heard came from Morgan's lab, where she was trying everything and checking the same data for god knows how long. After your moms and America came back, it was like time had stopped.

Tony was about to see his daughter when a portal in a wall caught his attention. Doctor Strange was finally back, and with him a little hope. It didn't take more than five to gather everyone in the meeting room, where Peter and America explained everything to the sorcerer.

Strange always told you to be careful around people who manipulate the time, and of course, usually, he would be a little angry that you took a big risk like that, but not today.

"How can I help you?" He asked.

"Actually, we don't know. We tried everything, but nothing seemed to work." America said.

The magician was intensely thinking before something came to his mind. "I think I have an idea. I can't promise that it will work, and if so, I don't know if it will help, but at least we will know if something bad happens to little Maximoff." Now every gaze was on him, wating for his idea. "But first we need to go somewhere else." He finished his sentence before opening a portal to Kamar-Taj.

The heroes were following him, a little unsure of what was on his mind. Once they reached a spacious place, he sat down.

"I'll need America, Wanda, and maybe Peter and little Stark." He said while he crossed his legs and waited for them to sit with him. Once everyone was ready, he started to explain his plan. "So, we know how much Y/n is usually connected with Wanda, and we also know that she's not in this universe anymore, which is why I need you," he said, referring to America.

"And why us?" Peter asked.

"You were among the last ones who were the Y/n when she disappeared, so you still have a fresh memory of her. I'll use my power to mentally teleport us back to the accident, and then with Wanda and Y/n's connection and America, we should be able to track her more efficaciously in the multiverse."

Everyone held their breath while a mix of orange and green auras started to cover the group. The memory of the incident started to play in front of everyone. They all looked at that until the moment. You were approaching Khrono after he pinned America against a wall. You lifted your knife, and when you were about to throw it, everything froze.

"Strange, something is wrong with America." Natasha said.

The brunette had her eyes totally shining, but not like when she used her power; it was different. It felt like she didn't control what she was doing. Wanda tried to reach her, but she could not do anything. The younger woman collapsed on the ground.

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[Earth 616]

Fury was leaving your room before seeing Maria Hill and Dr. Cho.

"Sir, you made two big discoveries; you need to see that." The doctor said and gave him an iPad while they made their way to his office.

"What is this?" The man asked.

"Scarlet's genetic code." Maria said while they entered the room. "Don't you see something strange?" she asked before showing the same thing on a big screen.

In front of the man's blank face, Cho started to talk. "I analyzed her DNA like you asked. I found two interesting things in her DNA. First the most obvious one," she typed on some bouton on the tablet, and two other genetics were now surrounding yours, "her DNA is the exact same as Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. It's like…"

"It's like she's their biological mother." Fury said, and Maria nodded.

"But's that not the only weird thing; look at this," the doctor said before showing the genetic code of every Avenger. "Don't you see something different?" she asked him, and when he shook his head, she started again. "I don't know how to say that, it should be impossible, but there is no trace of any male DNA in hers."

"What do you mean?" the man asked, visibly curious and surprised.

"Usally, when two people decide to have a kid, there should be some trace of both genders DNA in their kid's DNA, whatever the gender." Maria said this time. "Even when a couple decides to go through IVF. But she doesn't. At first, we thought that her dad was someone who wasn't registered in the SHIELD or SWORD data base, but even if we compare with the international data bank, we have no match."

"It doesn't look special like that, but it's impossible even for us or any organization to do something like that. So we exclude Hydra and the Red Room from the list of potential places that she's from." Cho said.

"For a moment, we thought that she might be from another planet, but according to the data that Carol Danvers sent us, there is only one type of alien who can reproduce like that, but their DNA is closer to snail than human." Maria explained.

Fury was staring at the screen, totally unsure of what to say.

"Oh, and before we leave, I need to show you that." The doctor changed the screen. "This is a scan of Scarlet's power; at first, it's okay, but if we look closely, we can see some inconsistent gaps in her energy."

"Which means?" Maria asked this time.

"Two option. Option one, and maybe the most accurate, is that she's losing control over her power, which can explain why she almost kills Sam and the others while she seems totally non-aggressive toward them. And two, even if it's maybe the most crazy one, is that she may be slowly losing her power. The spider boy told me that he saw her falling from the sky just after a red aura around her disappeared." The doctor explained.

"Well, that's more than I imagined. Don't let anyone know about that. Not yet." Fury said, and the two women nodded before leaving the room.

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Peter was on his phone while a portal opened in his apartment. "Hey, America. What are you doing here?" He asked the young brunette.

"Peter, I think I just found something weird." She replied. "I was curious, so I traveled through the multiverse to find this girl; you know, to try to learn more about her. But there is my probleme I--" She couldn't finish before feeling a big headache.

"America!" Peter caught her before her body hit the floor. "Hey, America, wake up! What should I do? I can't go to see the avenger; I can't—Strange, I need to call Doctor Strange." He picked up America's body and gently laid her on his couch before grabbing his phone.

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You were staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what happened, before you heard the door open again. This time, you sat up immediately and stared at the woman in front of you.

"I bet you didn't see that coming, right?" Wanda said before taking a chair and sitting in front of your bed. She stayed like that, saying nothing, just analizing you. "They didn't lie when they said you looked like me and Natasha."

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I can ask you the same question." She shrugged. When you didn't talk, she said. "Actually, I saw your fight; you're pretty good, even if you still have some things to learn."

"What do you want?"

"Me, nothing. But you, what do you want, Scarlet?" She smirked. "That's a pretty good name, no? I love scarlet; it's the same color as our power. And even more crazy, it's sound like Scarlet Witch." Her expression suddenly became more dark, and she stared at you. "Now come on, tell me, who are you, Scarlet?"

[yorshie]

Hey there! Was curious if I could maybe request some headcanons of how each bayverse guy would react to catching his crush or S/O singing along with/dancing to one or more of these songs while doing something domestic, like cooking or folding laundry. -OR- If you don't like any of these songs, maybe some hcs of a song you think would make each one drop whatever he's doing and come running when he hears his crush or S/0 play it. But only if it strikes your fancy and you have the time. As always, love your writing! Thank you!

Wrap Me In Plastic by Chromance

Scream by Besomorph

Drop Dead Beautiful by Britney Spears (ft Sabi)

Of course you can! I'm sorry this took so long (we know I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off) But! I really enjoyed listening to these and I picked a fourth song that I think fits well with the others for the fourth turtle

Bayverse tmnt x Fem reader, SFW slightly suggestive

tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @justalotoffanfiction @nittleboo

as always turtles are 24-25

Donatello (Wrap Me In Plastic)

Donnie heard the song playing over your personal speaker in the garage when he was heading back to his new project on the shell-raiser with a fresh cup of coffee.

intrigued, he wasted no time heading over, leaning against a tool box and just listening along as you moved to the music while taking a break from the engine you were rebuilding.

when the lyrics finally seeped through the caffeine fugue he's battling, he sets the coffee aside, sliding into your space and seamlessly integrating himself into your dance.

Pulling a laugh out of you was his goal, but he soon found himself pulling you closer as the chorus hit, curling into your space to tuck his beak close to your ear, one hand cupping your joined hands to his pectoral scute and the other dangerous low on your back.

needless to say Raph, who was trying to fit a new muffler to his motorcycle, took one look over at the pair of you and hastily beat a silent path out of the garage.

Donnie waited until he heard the bolt in the main door click into place before he tipped you backwards into a steep dip and slanted his mouth over yours.

now it's a staple in the safe garage music playlist, and Donnie never fails to pause his project and come find you when he hears the opening bars.

Raphael (Scream) ....(c'mon there was so much red in that music video)

It wasn't often Raph could catch you singing while cooking, usually you were much too aware of your surroundings to let loose while others were listening

This time though he got lucky, and took adbantage of his ability to blend in to simple watch and listen for a bit, slowly smiling when he realized exactly which song you were singing

he wated until you had moved awat from the oven, stretching upwards to reach a bowl on the top shelf, before he slotted in behind you and slide a large hand across your hip right as you sid the word "scream"

he didn't get a scream, but that was ok, because he was far more interested in tipping your head back and slotting his mouth over yours. there was plenty of other noises he was interested in hearing, after all.

by the time whatever was in the oven got done baking, he'd parked you on a counter and gotten drunk off exploring what your tongue felt like against his. he didn't want to stop to get whatever it was out, it was only our promises to stay 'right there, sweetheart' that finally got him to save the casserole from a burnt end

even weeks later, whenever the song pops up from your playlist, you catch him giving you a lopsided smirk, a silent promise to get you alone soon

Leonardo (Drop Dead Beautiful)

Leo was just trying to get his tea and get back to his book when he heard the opening lines to the song in your lilting voice and froze, eyes searching for you, surprised because he didn't even know you had come down for a visit.

when he found you in the living room, cleaning what looked like Mikey's mess from the previous night while singing, his first thought was to go find his little brother and inflict damage for leaving trash on the floor

but then you turned, and he froze for a completely different reason when you leveled a game controller in his direction and started singing to him.

You got butterflies going crazy in this turtle's chest, almost made him drop his tea, frozen in place as you danced closer and tried to coax him into joining you. He's only gonna agree after making sure no one is paying attention, but eventually he'll put the tea down and take your hand when you openly start pouting at him

Leo might be the pretty boy of his brothers, but he'll never believe any of them could be considered beautiful. He knows enough about you though to know you would never lie to him, especially on this, so really he's just confused, sky, bashful but willing to believe you're singing this song about him. Might even get him to chuckle if you start dropping whenever you get to the part that goes "drop dead- drop dead- dr-drop dead."

It becomes a little secret between the two of you, where you can make his skin turned mottled just by running your hand over his carapace in greeting and dropping the line "what's up, beautiful," in his ear. He absolutely loves it, but the real fun will be saying it in a whisper when his brothers are around. Then, you'll get a contemplative, squinty eyed look. Just be aware he's plotting revenge and it will 100% be in his favor.

Michelangelo (Hush Hush: Don't be Shy)

Mikey would be the one to turn on the music whenever the two of you are cleaning the kitchen, bopping fast through his music until he hits one and clocks the way your hips start shimmying in the corner of his vision. He already knows you love this song, maybe he's secretly hoping to get a show out of putting it on for you.

It's a quick song, but just long enough for you to get into the groove of singing it and moving in a simple dance with the mop, and Mikey shadows your notes, following along while he tosses clean hand towels into the drawer and cheers you on. When it ends he sticks his tongue out at you and you laugh when you realize its looping back around to the beginning once more.

When the pair of you are done cleaning, Mikey wastes no time taking you in his arms, not caring about the still damp floor underneath your feet or the way your singing is breaking up from the giggles. If anything, this is his favorite part.

If his brothers need anything from the fridge they'll have to dance around the pair of you, because Mikey's not letting you go until he gets at least a solid ten minutes of dancing, no please babycakes, just once more, Raph can totally wait to get to the cupboards don't mind him-

totally steals kisses in between spinning you around, smooches, long presses of his mouth against yours, goading "hush hush don't be shy" if you try and pull away before he gets his quota for the dance.

[bitchsister]

i can’t stop thinking about gale and bucky dp’ing curtis. i’ve been so sad they never got to do this in eat your young. in my mind it’s exactly what they all need

You diiiiiirty rascal, you.

It took me three days to write this because I had to take a break here and there.

I’ve combined this ask with one I got very shortly after. (Same anon?? Hmmm!?!?! 👀👀👀)

I thought it just made sense to put them together.

THIS IS A LUCKY CHARMS AU PROMPT.

I did think about doing this as an EYY prompt, and could do that again later too if anon would like!! For me, it made sense to pair these two requests up with the LC AU instead of EYY.

Also @swifty-fox is to blame for like half of this even though I planned to do it all before they said anything idc I’m blaming them still.

don’t read if you’re not absolutely LOCKED IN for:

feminization of Curt, double penetration, crying, whining, getting a lil snotty over your boyfriends fucking you absolutely stupid, daddy is used once or twice, pet names like honey, darlin’, baby, Gale and Bucky adoring Curt like he created the universe even though he is Head Brat in Charge.

Reminder : This is Yoyo’s first time writing dp. She does not know what she is doing :-) ever :-)

Andiamo!

Curt was getting used to spending Bucky’s money — and he wasn’t shy about it, either.

In the beginning Curt used to send a text, at the very least, about a sweater he liked, or a journal he wanted from the coffee shop Gale frequented on his coffee and matcha runs for the two of them while they hammered away at case files and court hearings.

Those days were over, though.

A trip to the mall before going over to Bucky’s for the weekend would prove as much.

She’s goddamn beautiful, Bucky commented on an actress in the movie they watched the night before and for whatever reason, that had stuck with Curt.

He thought, in the back of his mind, if Bucky wanted to fuck a girl then he mind as well, but Curt would scamper around in a skirt he bought with Bucky’s money to taunt him for it first.

It was obnoxious, the skirt. The lace. The tule that ruffled the edges and the playboy crop top he bought.

He dressed himself in a fit of giggles, hardly able to look himself in the mirror once he was all finished so he instead trekked to Bucky’s study where he and Gale were thumbing through piles of law books to figure out if their tactics would even hold up in court.

“Hey, darlin’.” Bucky greeted the familiar noise of Curt entering the room without looking up from the book in front of him, but Gale had.

“Johnny,” Gale grumbled at the sight, his lungs squeezed dry of every ounce of oxygen left inside them. “Might wanna look at this.”

Curt stood proudly beside the window he usually did, a lollipop in his cheek and a joint in his hand as he bashfully turned his gaze toward the two of them, giving them that infamous “What?” As if he’d been wearing his usual cut offs and a baggy tee.

“What’s this?” Bucky murmured, sighing loudly as he sat back in his chair, leather squeaking beneath him.

“What’s what?”

“Curtis..”

Curt shrugged a singular shoulder and plopped down by the window, looking down at his collection of books and acting as if he could focus hard enough to pick one he’d pretend to read.

Bucky and Gale had been more the generous with their time these days — giving Curt all the attention he could ever want; fucking him pink, sweaty and sleepy enough so they could buy themselves a couple hours of uninterrupted silence to hammer in the last few nails of their work.

It was understood between the three of them their dynamics.

Curt was in the midst of his summer break and hardly had an interest in a summer job. Instead, he’d spend his days with Bucky and Gale going to dinner or getting fucked in the pool, in the tub, or over the island in the kitchen.

Others, he’d go out to the farm to visit his mother Ruthie. It was his own little getaway where he’d plant wild flowers and drive their little boat in the fresh spring water.

He loved Bucky, and he loved Gale, but all three of them knew their lives were on different paths.

That didn’t mean they weren’t meant to be — no.

If you were to ask Curt if he’d rather be doing anything else with his life, he’d say he’d rather die.

Bucky was so in love with Curt it sometimes made him feel ill and Gale just the same, though he repressed his feelings so far down into his gut that he was unsure he could bring it up without being sick.

It was too much to fathom, too much to think about.

So he didn’t.

Nobody did.

What was the point, when something like this could rock up into Bucky’s study without a forewarning or a text?

“Stop lookin’ at me like that.” Curt grinned, sitting the way he usually did but this time he was wearing a skirt with no underwear beneath it. Just crossed legs, and lips alternating between a cherry lollipop, a joint, and mouthing off as usual.

“C’mere.” Was all Gale had to say, his voice steady and his gaze locked on Curtis whose cheeks flushed pink. He liked when Gale used his voice, which he was getting so much better at as of late.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said.”

Curt huffed and sat up slowly from where he’d been slouching, the book he’d been staring at clapped closed once he stood and flattened out the skirt that hiked further up with each step toward them.

At times, it was a hard balancing act, but Bucky never minded sharing with Gale and only Gale, who had never once complained about watching if he was put in such a position — however, he’d lately been so hands-on that it was hard to imagine himself sitting idly by while Bucky had all the fun.

“Where’d you get this?” Gale asked, reaching forward to tug at the skirt that Curt wore confidently, but seemed shy in. “Spending Daddy’s money again?”

Curt nodded slowly, slipping himself into Gales lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, joint held to Gales lips who reluctantly took a hit.

It was game over.

“He said he liked one of ‘em pretty actresses in that movie we watched last night.” Curt made himself comfortable in Gales lap, the joint between his teeth again as he hummed. “I think I’m prettier, so I thought I oughta show ‘em.”

His knees were scabbed from the farm and his shins bruised from drunken nights with his girlfriends at the college bars, who knew how to fucking put ‘em back.

A tomboy, through and through, but he looked so pretty this way.

Curt could pull off anything.

Bucky snorted anyway, nursing the whiskey he’d had lying around for hours now by his side as he watched Curt drape himself over Gale and feed him more smoke via his own lungs and mouth, “She’s conventionally attractive, Curt. Universally.” He waved his pen, “She wasn’t even wearing a skirt.”

Curt’s cheeks burned bright red, his thighs spread over Gales once he turned in his lap. No longer was he concerned about acting prudent, or modest. He was nothing of the sort. “You don’t think I look pretty?”

Both Gale and Bucky uttered out the loud hums in the very back of their throats; the ones Curt could recognize from anywhere and would know exactly what they meant. “Too fuckin’ pretty.” Bucky concluded in a whisper, watching Gale’s palms flatten over Curt’s mid-summer tanned thighs that already quivered with aching anticipation.

He’d gone and riled himself up more than he’d ever realized, but Bucky and Gale were not so far behind him. “Put him on the desk for me, Gale.” Bucky waved his fingers and Gale was quick to obey, just as eager to please as Curt could ever be.

He stayed behind Curt once he was sat upon Bucky’s desk, his chin resting on his shoulder to look down at his body — his pink nipples, his soft belly and the skirt that hardly covered his thighs and his cock that had began begging for any bit of attention.

“Wait,” Curt slapped his hand over Bucky’s chest to keep him at a close distance while his other pulled Gale closer, drawing him further into Bucky until they were face to face over the desk with Curtis between them. “Give Galey some lovin’.” He demanded, but his voice was soft and so sugary sweet.

It was only recently that Gale and Bucky had broke the third wall; sharing kisses, swapping spit or Curt’s cum they couldn’t bear the thought of tasting by themselves, always so eager to share with each other — Curt wasn’t shy about wanting to explore that need to share a bit deeper, pick and dig at the brains that have wanted to make such advances for years but never knew how.

Their kisses were sloppy, wet, uncoordinated but Curt relished in watching Gale learn how to he loved by a passionate man rather than the hand of a distracted woman who’d rather be doing anything else.

He watched them touch, kiss, lick, bite until he could hardly keep himself still. “Okay,” he whispered, shoving at their chests. “My turn now.”

“Sorry,” Bucky murmured through a chuckle once he’d pulled away from Gale who groaned at the sudden loss, his eyes cracking open to soak up the sight of Curt panting between them with his legs spread wider and waiting. “Galey tastes so much like you right now.”

Weed, cherry, sickly sweet.

Gale hadn’t even minded the fact that Bucky may or may not have been licking the saliva out of his mouth just because of said reason — all he cared was that he had the two of them, and always would.

The details hardly mattered.

Until whenever the day came that they did.

“Shouldn’t be tellin’ us what to do, anyway.” Gale grumbled as he sucked a little red mark into Curt’s collarbone from where he stood, gripping his thighs to spread them as Bucky pressed himself closer on his front side. “Look at yourself.”

Curt smirked once he lifted his thighs, his feet covered in thigh highs spread apart. “Yeah, look at me.” He sighed, as if Gale had made a valid point.

No, a year ago he never would have imagined himself in such a position, wearing a skirt while he spread his legs for two judicial professionals who’d both earned prestigious titles in their respectful fields — but there he was, and there he ought to stay, for as long as they’d have him.

“So, what’s the angle?” Bucky asked through a smirk as he pressed his palms to the back of Curt’s thighs, his knees drawn closer to his chest. “Exactly where did you think this would land you, Curtis?”

A grin was shot back at him once Curt had reached up to grip onto Gale’s biceps. “Mmm.. Somewhere like this.” He panted, his half-lit and almost forgotten about joint still dangling from his lips.

Both Gale and Bucky had rid themselves of their clothing faster than Curt could even register, his hands left briefly to palm between his legs and hike up further the pink skirt that hardly covered anything anymore. “I wanna try it again.” He blurted, his own needy little fingers already working to fuck himself open and get ahead of the process, which last time had failed so miserably.

Curt wanted so badly to feel both Gale and Bucky at the same time — and what better way to bring the three of them closer, he wondered.

No amount of lube or sweet talk could get Curt to relax, too riled up after he’d returned to Bucky’s for the weekend after boxing practice with a bloodied cheek from a misstep and sweat still damp in his hair. Too much adrenaline, still. Gale had rationed when he simply couldn’t fit. Please, no, Galey. Please, please, please. Keep trying. Curt had begged, though he was in tears from their efforts.

“Curt,” Gale whispered, already afraid just he could split him apart on his very own at times. “I don’t think it’s even possible.”

Curt wasn’t taking that for an answer and Bucky knew as much to be the truth, already warming lube between his fingers with a grin. “We can try.” John nodded, looking to Gale as to soothe him and his nerves. Despite how he may act at times, or how he may look, Curt was a big boy who could handle his own. “Second you start crying again is when we stop.”

It wasn’t on purpose — and it wasn’t so much the pain that had caused the tears, but the frustration he felt with his own body for not cooperating.

Thankfully, not a lick of adrenaline had hit his nervous system that day unless you considered the little bit he got from swiping Bucky’s card to buy knee highs, a skirt, and an overpriced playboy top.

Curt nodded in understanding nonetheless, his own fingers that desperately worked themselves between his cheeks replaced by Bucky’s instead — warm, thick, and so familiar. “Fuck,” a whimper dribbled from his lips once he was easily maneuvered to sit over Gales thighs again after he’d circled the desk.

He pressed his back into Gale’s chest, grinning up at him as he moaned through the joint that had finally put itself out. Gale had removed it to discard nearby in one of Bucky’s desk ashtrays littered only with the filters left from Curt’s morning and midday study or magazine flipping joints which had freed his lips to be kissed and bitten by Gale.

Curt gasped, his neck craned upward to catch the kisses Gale was showering upon him while Bucky worked himself into the little body that could already feel him in its belly, full just from one and eager to take on another. “Such a pretty baby,” Gale murmured breathily, holding Curt into position by the backside of his thighs, folded in half in his lap as Bucky slammed his hips into Curt’s ass. “Already so tight around Daddy, you’re too little to take two.”

“Uh-uh,” Curt argued, his cheeks burning red hot and his skin sticky with sweat already. “I can d— fuck,” he reached up again to grab onto Gale’s biceps, gazing at Bucky who was so full of love and adoration, looking at him the same way he did his expensive paintings. “I can do it.”

Bucky’s hips slowed then, watching intently at his cock as it disappeared with each careful thrust while Gales hung heavy and needy.

He nudged Gale upward carefully before he lined their cocks up together, stroking both as if they’d already merged into one somehow.

Their hips found a rhythm once Gale stood and held Curt to his chest by his thighs, Bucky being the anchor he latched onto once he was wedged between them, taking both of their cocks at once with a little encouragement and a ton of luck, just like he said he would, yet nobody could utter a word just yet besides the sputtering, whimpery mess Curt had suddenly become with the hem of his skirt pulled up and clenched between his teeth.

Though it was difficult, Gale and Bucky had made it a point to go slow.

“Fu- uuck,” Curt panted while Bucky cooed at him, the feeling of Gales cock so close and tight against his own and the familiar warmth of Curt around both of them was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

Like nothing he’d ever imagined.

“Look at you,” Bucky recognized the Curt in front of him, his jaw unhinged and his eyes glassy and trying so hard to focus, but hadn’t seen him quite this gone in some time. “You’re doin’ so good.”

Gale’s gaze had landed on Bucky again, needy and wanting and waiting as he huffed little breaths of oxygen from his lungs. “You should see Galey’s face, Curt. Makin’ him feel so fuckin’ good, honey.” Bucky pressed a few sloppy kisses to Gales lips that were starting to taste more like him again.

Spearmint, matcha, little wooden toothpicks.

“Takin’ us both like this.”

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet to us, Curtie.”

“Look at you, baby. Takin’ cock like you were born for it.”

A sight for sore eyes, the few little wet spatters on Curt’s belly from his own leaking cock caught Bucky’s attention. “Look how wet you are.”

Curt had bounced back and forth from panting and moaning to choking back little sobs that made his chest heave and shudder, cheeks splotchy, pink and covered in hot wet tears, nose stuffy and sniffling. “I-I told ya I could do it.” He hiccuped through what sounded to be a sob, but his expressions had shown not one bit of pain.

Both Gale and Bucky had remembered their deal earlier about the tears but this felt too fucking good to let go of, even despite the big fat stream that trickled down from Curt’s pretty blue eyes and to his chest once Gale had stripped him of his clothing, skirt and all. “Oh, sweet baby.” Bucky moaned, “Does that feel good?”

A wild string of yesyesyes’s was fucked out of him, his core rattling with each draw of oxygen back into his lungs that felt like they’d begun to bleed.

He felt so full of them, the sensation nestled deep into his belly — he couldn’t stop the wave of emotions that ripped right through him, whining and whimpering, hardly able to muster even a squeal through it all and so instead it came out in a continuous swirl of gentle weeping.

Dontstopdontstopdontstop, pleasepleaseplease, Curt wailed amidst the cacophony of beautiful skin against skin, thick, breathy moans, and more wet kisses shared between Gale and Bucky who were closer now than they’d ever been before, even including their college days.

Bucky licked into Curt’s mouth that simply couldn’t stay shut, and then Gale had leaned forward to do just the same.

By now, Bucky had learned Gales tell for how close he was to tipping right over the edge. “M’gonna — fuck -“ he mouthed at the dip in Curt’s shoulder, mostly tongue and so very gentle I’m-in-love-right-now-but-I’d-rather-die-than-admit-it kisses. “Gonna make me come, baby.” Gales voice had gone deeper than ever before, a low growl mixing with the same one Bucky had huffed back at him.

“Y’gonna be full of it, just like you wanted.”

Curt sobbed between them, but rocked his hips harder against the two, “Faster,” he begged, though he looked in no shape to be requesting such a thing. “Please — faster - please fuck me faster.”

He was in no mood for Gale or Bucky to scold him for bad manners.

A swirl of pretty pinks, yellows, blues and greens.

Tan skin, the smell of them, the sound of the fountain in the pool trickling outside the open window by his usual spot.

His body had hardly been his, then.

Used by Bucky and Gale beyond its limits until everything became warm, wet, and sticky. He was filled with it, covered in it, licking it from his fingers and from Gales mouth once he’d been plopped onto the leather of the couch in the study, peppered in kisses as his vision blearily came in and out of focus from the exhaustion that crept up on him, Bucky wiping him clean with a wet wash cloth from the adjoining bathroom while Gale smoothed his hair away from his eyes.

“Told ya I could do it.” Curt whispered through the hiccups that still wracked his lungs that struggled to catch an even breath.

{ these keep getting longer and longer pls put a muzzle on me }

[factorydefaultlu]

Mhysa Mia

Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Venom

The young Lady Otherys was awake before the sun. She laid in her bed, jittery and excited to see and use the royal training yard. Though she knows how unladylike it is for her to even be wielding a weapon, her father had her learn from a young age. He always told her that she can't always trust that someone will protect her, so she learned to do it herself.

She then thought back to the man she had met in the library. Perhaps he'll be there again today, he looked so out of place there, yet right where he belongs at the same time. He was certainly handsome, that's for sure. His scar had made her curious, it was deep and old. Yet he wasn't old. Maybe he grew up in Essos? They do many things to the poor outside of the Free Cities, like make them slaves.

The little lady mulled these thoughts through her head. She'd ask him the next time she saw him, surely there's an interesting story behind it. The bedsheets ruffled as she tossed and turned, the man's face never leaving her mind. Then she remembered his voice, she had talked so much that he could barely get a word in, but when he did speak it was smooth as silk. Her stomach flipped as she replayed his voice in her head. She has to see him again today.

After a few more hours of restless sleep, the sun finally let her know that it was acceptable to be awake. She flung herself from her bed, quickly rummaging through her luggage for clean clothes. She settled on some she could easily move in, she was going to train with Venom after all. In place of heels she opted for boots, 'Wouldn't want to break an ankle in the training yard.' she thought to herself. Lastly, she grabbed a beautiful leather dagger sheath. The handle of the blade was adorned with glimmering emeralds. Her Venom.

She strapped it to her waist, then paddered to the main room of the chambers, Lord and Lady Otherys were sitting at the table, a fine breakfast spread in front of them. They had been quietly whispering about something, which had seized as soon as the little lady made her presence known. Her mother looked over her attire, she raised an eyebrow but said nothing. It's not as though the little lady hadn't heard it a million times before.

"Unladylike." the word played in her head like a song. She sat down at the head of the table, quickly fixing herself a plate. She didn't feel hungry, but knew that if she didn't eat she would just exhaust herself in the yard. Once she was done she wiped her hands on her dress as she stood up.

"Well, I think I'm going to go do more exploring." she said, not waiting for permission as she turned for the door.

"You have Venom?" her father called after her. The little lady turned back and patted the sheath on her hip. Her father nodded, giving her the go ahead to leave. As much as he would rather lock her in the chambers for the duration of their stay, he knows she's a grown woman now. He can't control her.

The hallway was empty, just like the day before, although now she isn't as distracted by the art on the walls. She's able to find her way to the main wing of the castle, asking a few servants for directions on her way. Finally she stepped out into the fresh air of the open yard, well as fresh as the air can be in King's Landing.

The little lady glances around, men are training, there's a table of weapons available, armor for use and plenty of training dummies to be pummeled. Perfect. She walks further into the yard, her boots kicking up dirt as she steps. She feels the eyes of the men around her, of course they're not used to women being in this setting. Westeros is far behind the Free Cities when it comes to what women are capable of.

She comes to stand in front of a training dummy. The straw is worn and partially slashed, but it will do. Her hand wraps around the hilt of Venom and she draws it from her sheath. Soon there's a whirlwind of slicing, stabbing and twisting. Water dancing, her tutor called it. She hears the whistles of several men, immediately feeling uneasy she pauses. She doesn't turn her head, but allows her eyes to scan the area around her.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" a voice startles her. She flips around, not having noticed a man approach her from behind. Man is a bit too far fetched to describe him, tall yes, handsome yes, but he isn't older than she is. She stutters for a moment as she finds her words.

"In Braavos. I had a tutor that taught me." she managed to get out.

"Oh! You must be Lady Otherys! Ser Harwin told me you arrived yesterday." he smiled at her, his soft brown eyes were kind. He didn't seem to have an ulterior motive for striking up conversation. This put the little lady at ease.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you." she bowed slightly, then met his gaze again.

"Would you mind showing me a few moves? Of what you did just now?" he inquired, a bit nervously. The Lady lit up, no one has ever taken an interest in her combat abilities.

"Of course!" she grinned widely, and she and the man prepared to spar. She showed him the basic moves, general blocking and how to maneuver his body to get the most out of the Water Dancing style.

She hadn't even noticed the way she was touching him, moving his hip and shoulders. Pulling at his wrists and helping him hold his dagger the proper way. It wasn't until she was face to face with him again that she saw how flushed he was. Her eyes widened and she pulled her hands from his wrist.

"I'm so sorry! I should have asked before touching you! Please forgive me, I wasn't trying to, I-I didn't-" she was sputtering as she took a few steps back from him.

"No no! It's quite alright! How else would you show me how to stand and move correctly?" he smiled at her, holding his hand out to pacify her stress.

"Now that I know how to stand and move, can I try it out on you?" he asks, thick lashes fluttering as though they're saying please.

The little lady nods vigorously, and the two get into position. A strike here, a dodge there, a miss, a hit. They stop a few times and she gives further instructions and advice.

"Twist your body, like water. Move with the flow of your weapon. It controls you, you don't control it." she states as she flips her own dagger over her hand.

"What if you get cut by your blade?" he asks, clearly questioning the safety of this method.

"The blade will only cut you if you fear it. Trust it, respect it, let it guide you, and it won't have a reason to turn on you." the little lady grins at him as she continues her knife tricks.

"You say that as though weapons are alive." The man smiles as he watches her show off.

"Yes, they are. We give them names do we not? Just like children, or pets, or steeds. They may not breathe, but once you give something the power of having a name, you must respect it or it gets restless." she throws the knife into the air, swiftly catching it between her fingers by the blade.

Fascination paints the man's face. 'How cute.' the little lady ponders.

"Okay, let's go again." he smiles and gets into position. The clang of steel, and feet hitting the earth filled the little lady's ears. She allowed Venom to guide her as she lost herself in thought. The man before her is quite handsome, but she wants to know more about the man with the scar. She'll find him after this, she tells herself.

Soon she comes back to her senses and the two are out of breath. He picked up on this fighting style quickly, especially after her advice. Clearly this won't end soon, as much as she enjoys having an actual opponent for once, she'd like to find the one-eyed man before lunch. She has a few tricks up her sleeve, 'dirty fighting' as her tutor called it. As he lunged for her, she twisted her hips and crooked her knee to hit the back of his own.

The man gasped and went tumbling to the dirt, she couldn't help but laugh as the wind was knocked out of him. He looked up at her in surprise, beautiful brown curls sticking to his forehead with sweat. He began to laugh as well, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. She moved to help him up, and he grabbed her hand, yanking her to the dirt with him. The two were laughing and giggling up a storm, that is until a shadow was cast over them.

The two looked up to see a large burly man, he softly smiled down at them before addressing the boy next to her.

"Come now, I have a lot more to teach you if you're so easily knocked to the dirt by a Lady." His tone was light, meant to be a joke and not a judgment on either of them.

"Yes, Ser Harwin." The younger man says as he pulls himself up, and like a gentleman, helps the little lady up as well.

He nods his head to her as a goodbye and she waves back to him, a smile on her face. She then dusts herself off and goes to pick Venom up from the ground. Sheathing the dagger she looks around again, hopefully she will see the scholar again today, and maybe even the young knight.

'Both are quite handsome.' she thought, very similar in looks. Perhaps they're related. She didn't dwell on these thoughts for long, she had a new mission. Finding that scholar and learning more about him. Surely someone that looks as interesting as him comes with an equally as interesting story.

[ask-missparker]

A Wedding & It's Muse / Ouat Au series ⚔️

Pairing: Snow!Amelia x Prince!Nicholas

Extra characters/mentioned: May Parker, The Pirate Gang, King Alexander, Darcy Lewis etc

Notes: Right off the bat I'mma say this is angsty and fluffy.

Timeline: Flashbacks

Summary: Every visit has their story, this one meant a sweet like surprise at the end of some kind. In another words, Nik and Mia decided to see May at her cabin.

Season: 2

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"You ready?"

"Hm? Yeah."

He looked over his shoulder, seeing his bride to be stepping out of their shared home in the cabins dressed in her brown jacket, cream color pants and boots. Her hair was deemed shorter and her makeup was blushed on like it was nothing.

It was a contrast to his darker browns and creamy reds he was wearing. His hair was slightly longer than usual, he liked it that way, and he was wearing his famous chains around his neck, along with his rings.

Today was a day, Nicholas didn't believe he would ever get.

Meeting the parents.

Yes, he has met his friends parents when he was a child, but this was completely different. It was the mother of the bride. May Parker. He has heard stories, seen photographs of her and even used the women's jewelry to find his way back home multiple times. But he never once met her.

He was nervous, he tried not to show yet, but his wife bride knew. She knew he was nervous, it's way she made him tea that morning to calm the nerves and kept a hand on the small of his back, rubbing circles to comfort him the whole way to her mother's house.

God! He shouldn't be nervous to meet her but here he was scared out his mind. What if Ms Parker hates him? What if he overhears her telling her daughter she made a mistake choosing him? What if-

"Honey."

Nicholas looked down at his bride who's kind yet soft smile meet his eyes. She gave him a reassuring smile that seemed to ease him a bit.

"What's on your mind?" She asked, as they walked along the path.

"Hm? Oh no, nothing..just thinking.." He replied, holding the horse's reins as he loops his fingers around it.

"I know your lying, you're nervous..tell me what's wrong."

He sighed, "..okay, I um, I'm scared about meeting your mother. What if she hates me? I mean, come on, my brother is pure evil, so she might think that-"

"She won't. She knows, you're not some mad titan or some horrible prince who stole my heart." She replied, reassuring him.

"There are posters with my face on it."

"So? My mother is kind, caring and deeply protective of her daughter. She would know from my letters that if you were wrong for me."

"She knows about me?! Luv, what did you say?"

"Only that you fought for me, helped give us a home...and how you're loyal to those you care about."

"You didn't tell her...about the part where I broke your heart right?"

"No! And you did for good reason. Hey, she will love you. Just be yourself, okay?"

"Okay, love."

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And somehow Snow was right.

Because the moment, they walked the path and found the small house, he was met with the sight of timeless devoting care. May Parker was reading a book at the front of the house, looking once she heard their horse, Maximums, footsteps and her daughter's calls. She put her book away and stood up, to bring herself into Amelia's embrace as two hugged.

For Nicholas, he saw the ease in her face when she looked at him. May smiled kindly, fixing her bangs and took his hand gently into her own as she greeted him. Her smile was so soft, he swear he melted into her embrace. He also saw where Mia got her look's from. Both women were breathtaking as they led him inside the house, leaving Max outside to enjoy the fresh breeze and a couple of carrots.

Once inside, Mia beside him with a comfort hand on his shoulder talking to her mother. Nicholas got every other word that came out of her mouth as he listened to the two talk. He chuckled hearing their laughs, as he slowly involved himself into the conversation.

At some point Mia went out back to check on Maximum and collect extra water from the well, leaving him and May alone. Which lead Nicholas back to sitting awkwardly in front of his future mother-in-law.

May poured him another glass of water and said, "So, now that she's gone. I wanna know about my future son-in-law."

"Oh no, ma'am, th-there isn't mu-much for me to ev-even say, really..I um just some prince.." He replied, taking a big gulp of water.

"You don't seem like a prince to me, honey."

"Ma'am?"

"I mean, your eyes are of a prince and your background seems to be of one as well. But your soul isn't filled for the royal class."

"I uh..I am sorry to disappoint then..ma'am.."

"First, you can call me May. And secondly, it's not disappointing, it's inspiring. Your soul is meant for the sea. For adventurous minds."

That seemed to stop Nicholas, as he heard those words escape May's lips. Yes he is born royalty and after his folks died, he has been on the run from his brother finding adventures elsewhere away from the throne. And when he left those royal clothes, he found himself with pirates, who soon became his friends.

He soon learned he loved to sail, going to pubs, sword fight and live on his own. Hell, he adored search and rescue, getting a treasure as a reward. He loved to explore and embrace the more curious side of things as a pass time.

No one where said anything about that to him before. And here stood May seeing right through him, as a pirate prince.

A smile grew on his lips.

"Can you adopt me?" Nicholas said out of the blue, chuckling as he did.

May chuckled, "Well no. But we are gonna be family so, you're in luck, I got a space here for you."

"I gotta ask, how did you..know?"

"About the sea part?"

"Y-yeah.."

"My husband had a friend who loved the sea, despite being a farmer. He used to go to the harbor and just take it all in."

"Well I'll be damn..well you should also know, I am a swordsman and I fighter.."

"I know. My daughter said from your letters that your crafty with that sword of yours."

"Ah well, I try. Speaking of your daughter, I promise that I will treat her right and that I will be a good son in law to you..even if I mess up.."

May just smiled. She could tell he had a lot of things on his mind and his past wasn't so bright, but he was willing to make an effort to do good in this world. Bring a spark of light back to the surface, despite him having to work twice as hard to earn it.

The two of them kept chatting, sharing stories about their lives and so much more. By the time Mia returned, May brought out her famous pies, which resulted in the prince of light to dig into the savory sweet treat. His bride laughed, but soon shut her mouth the moment he stuffed a piece of blueberry pie in her face. She hummed wiped the blueberry treat of her lips and took another pie.

To May Parker, they looked like a couple of children enjoying her homemade food. She chuckled shaking her head at the pair, not seeing a princess of fairness and the prince of light who fought to be together, but a girl and boy giggling in peace. She left them to go outside and check on her flowers, telling the couple she will be back later.

"I like your mom." Nicholas said, licking his lips before taking another bite of the pie.

She took a sip of water and replied, "Is that so?"

"Yeah. She's all too kind and harmless."

"So you're not scared of her anymore?"

"Nope. She had me speechless and.."

"And what?"

"And had me realized how beautiful you're gonna be when older."

"Oh shut up!"

She playfully pushes his shoulder as he laughed.

"I'm serious you're mom is stunning and I know your gonna be smoking hot as-!" He exclaimed grinning.

"Don't finish that sentence!" She laughed taking another bite of pie.

"Okay, okay, in all seriousness, meeting your mom made me remember how it felt to have one. And I am so lucky you're gonna be wife."

"Aww, baby, I promise you this. We will visit my mother more often if possible, or you can write her letter too, if you like."

"I'll love that. Remind me to thank her later for the warm welcome too."

"Noted."

Before the two of them can wash up and head upstairs to unpack, they heard a piercing scream and the sound of grunts followed behind it. Nicholas pushed past the doors and rushed outside, as Amelia followed gasping at the sight.

Five knights rushing around invading their private moments. Nicholas took a sword and went to fight them, Amelia grabbed her crossbow as she yelled for her mother to run off. May nodded and ran away as quick as she could.

The couple fought as the knights, to the best of their abilities. Amelia shoot one in the back and escaped the grasped of another, huffing as she did.

By the time Amelia looked up, she saw Nicholas already slaying the solider and his men. She winced the way he cracked the neck of one and killed the other two. He looked inside the wagon with the horses, to make sure none of them were hiding.

But there was none.

Another silent scream was heard.

The two rushed over to the where the flowers were, Amelia kneeling over to gentle get her mother to stand. He noticed his mother-in-law was huffing and whining, holding her chest.

Nicholas thought quickly, seeing May Parker was shot in the chest and bleeding out, he gently rested her in said wagon hearing the older women humming deeply. He knew she needed to be comfortable.

"Wh-how..who could've done this?" Amelia said, using whatever cloth in the carriage to apply pressure to her mother's wound.

"You know who, love, my brother. Might even be Shaw." He said, unsure which of the two, but seeing the dark horses he knew, "..yeah, my brother.."

"Why would Alexander..?"

"He hates us that's why.."

"H-how can we..how can we help her?"

Nicholas rested his hand on top of May's giving it a gentle squeezed as she smiled softly at him. He knew he needed to try something, even if he failed. He told them about a lake once used to heal others, it was a tale and there might no real spell but he had to hope for something. Amelia was hesitating to do so, not wanting to risk a trip and rather just find another solution but one look from her groom told her to have some kind of hope.

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So then the three were off. Max wheeled the wagon, as Nicholas steered the way to the lake. Amelia was sitting inside the carriage, patting her mother's forehead with a cloth and applying pressure.

May mumbling words and getting the others to talk with jokes, and thoughts on her mind. She hated the silence.

"..tell me about your wedding..h-have you two started planning a date?" She asked softly.

"No, mama, we haven't. I don't even have a dress made yet." Amelia admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Me and your father got married in our second hand clothes..we just needed each other..you can use our rings for that.."

"N-no, mama, they are yours to keep."

"Have you picked out a cake?"

This time Nicholas spoke up, "I keep suggesting on soft angel cake but the missus wants classic vanilla."

"I like angel cake.." May said softly.

"Me too! And I might have to add your pie to our list of treats."

"That would be nice..I would like chicken at the wedding and white rice..oh! And flowers!"

"What kinds? I saw daisies in your front yard."

"Oh no, the daisies were from a friend..Darcy Lewis..I like..I like orchids."

"So did my mother. She liked sunflowers too."

-----

Mary chuckled softly, hissing and growing weak over time. Thankfully Max arrived just in time to the area where the lake was supposed to be. However when the two climbed off the wagon to go searching for water, they found the lake was deemed as empty.

Barely any water left.

Amelia hurried scooping up whatever water she could into a bottle, hoping it would work to save her mother. Or at least buy them more time with her.

Nicholas was gently patting his mother-in-law's forehead and softly smiled, "How are you feeling?"

"Tired..weak..my chest hurts.." She responded, clearing her throat smiling back.

"I bet you are. Look, May, I apologize for today..if-if I known my brother was going to look for me, I would've scouted the area before and.."

"Hey, you couldn't have imagined this to happen..it's not your fault, none of it is.."

"But..you're badly hurt.."

"It's okay..and I'm not afraid to end my life this way.."

"No, no your gonna be alright. Just breathe.."

"How much do you want to live at life with my daughter?" She asked suddenly changing the topic.

"W-what..?" He muttered.

"How much are you willing to do so be happy?"

"Whatever it takes, I'll try my best.."

"Start with the thing you like to do so most..what is your favorite thing?"

"..uh..um, when I child, I used to draw a lot..and sing..I haven't done a lot of it lately.."

"And return to those hobbies, my dear. Aside from your skills like fighting, your strength comes from your art..am I right?"

He nodded in response, smiling softly, "..y-yeah, it is. I hope to one day paint so much as possible.."

"..maybe you might show my grandchildren a thing or two about that..but it all starts with you.." May added smiling.

Amelia returned once again, holding the amount of water she was able to collect, requesting for her mother to drink it slowly. May nodded drinking the water from the lake, taking a deep breath as she did.

Amelia knew it wasn't much but she hoped for the best, waiting for the results. Her mother's color started to come back slowly and her labored breaths subsided for a bit. She chuckled softly at the results, yet she stilled worried. Nicholas smiled to himself, readying the wagon for their journey back.

She sat beside her mother, "..mama, how do you feel?"

"A little better..but not the best right now.." May respond.

"No shit, you got shot, ma."

"N-not funny."

"Sorry, I just hope your okay.."

"I will be..knowing you're gonna be happy.."

"I am happy.."

"Cause you will be marrying your prince."

"Is that how you felt when you married dad?"

"Oh yeah, I married my prince..well, he was more like a knight in shining amor.."

She chuckled at her mother's light joke. She knew her mother's stories and jokes were a way to keeping the memories light, even if they might feel sad.

Her mother was dying, she knew it..

"..mama I am sorry..so-so sorry.." Amelia said, as tears started to appear.

"Hey, no, shh. Don't be.." May said, placing a hand on her cheek, "Don't cry.."

"But..but your not getting better..and we let you get shoot and..and.."

"Shh, it's not your fault..it didn't know it would happen. And I'm not mad at you."

"But those..and the lake wasn't enough.."

"Hush my darling..promise me, you will save me a seat at the wedding."

"Y-yes mama..yeah.."

-----

It was getting late, very late, and the older women wasn't getting any mother.

The pair knew it like the back at their hand.

There was this painted feeling in Snow's chest at the thought of her mother going to the stars and this being her last time seeing it. It took all her strength not to let tears show, as she played with her mother's hair braiding it as she heard May talk.

She smiled hearing her mother speaking her thoughts out in the open, as if letting the nature know she was one with them.

Nicholas was quietly smiling, listening to his mother-in-law talk to them, as he chuckled holding the reins of the horses. He only met the women yet he felt like she was a memory coming back to life. One he won't forget.

She kissed her mother's forehead listening to the wind and watching the sun set below the trees. Despite it all, Amelia wasn't too scared of watching mother join the skies.

However, she couldn't shake the feeling of her mom not being at her wedding. When she became a princess, she vowed her mother would watch her get another chapter to her story and inspire her next move.

And that's what she wanted to do.

"Stop the wagon." She said, looking up to face the front of the carriage.

"What?" Nikolai exclaimed softly.

"I said stop the wagon, darling."

"Why? We're almost home to your mother's house."

"Let's get married."

"Excuse me?!"

That caught a gentle laugh from May.

"Let's get married. Today!" Snow repeated.

That's when Nikolai stopped the carriage and whipped his head around to say, "Are you insane?!"

"I fell for you, didn't I?"

"I-that's not the point! We can't get married, not now, I mean!"

Nikolai thought for a moment onto what she meant, looking around at the forest they were in and the fact that they were alone. No bad brothers, not knights on their tail, no weird friends or foes. Not even magic to stop them.

Yes, he wanted to have a grand ol' wedding with their friends around, dressed in their best clothes, guards around the castle around to protect them and a brand new home waiting for them to enter.

But then again, all he needed was a kind moment with her to seal the deal and make her his wife. Aside the fact that his mother-in-law was dying, it was somehow peaceful. Here, he stood with no worries about threats or fears in front of them.

"Let's do it." He said after a moment.

"Really?" She asked, wanting to confirm his words.

"Yes, yes, let's get married right here, right now."

The pair grinned, leading the carriage to a spot that was all too wonderful. They were surrounded by greenery, flowers such as tulips, daisies and orchid, there was a small lake that shinned behind them allowing the reflections of the sun set to play above.

There was no one to marry them, but it didn't matter.

A couple feet away was Max as his rein were connected to the wagon that held May gently applying pressure to her wound, as if the pain wasn't there at all. As she was deemed to be at peace with the sight in front of her.

In front of her stood, her daughter and son-in-law, holding hands standing in front of their makeshift arch, saying their vows to one another. The two of them were chuckling and grinning, shaking their heads as the words escaped their lips.

Most of the words were inaudible to her, catching every other word possible, as it seemed so beautiful and intimate to her eyes.

"I do."

"I do."

Nikolai smiled leaning in to press his lips softly against her very own as she hummed in respond resting her hands against his chest. They held one another close sealing the deal, pronouncing each other as husband and wife in their minds.

May watched seeing the two smile, to utterly in love, as the kiss seemed to be a mix of love, strength and wishful thinking all meshed into one. It reminded May of her wedding day years ago with her husband, knowing Ben Parker, Nikolai’s mother and all the angels above were watching this ceremony in glee.

She smiled as her eyes slowly closed, allowing that to the last sight her eyes gazed upon. She let out a exclaimed breath, as if telling the world she was now ready to join the others in the sky tonight..

..So still.

So bright.

When Amelia and Nikolai parted lips, resting in another's arms, their shoulders dropped looking over at the view of May.

She was resting peacefully..

Their muse.

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Ahh so that’s what I got for this season 2 flashback fic. I hope you like it.

Tell me what you think in the comments below!

Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @thecavalrywife @cherrysft and etc

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Sunbathing in Love

Sunbathing in Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Jean D’Arc x OC (Julia Lesser vampire)

Part of Summer Days Sultry Nights Content Creator Challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978

Prompt: 1. A walk on the beach & 12. Barefoot in the sand

Tag: Established relationship Fluff Kisses

Word Count  702

Author’s Note A summer day leisurely spent at the beach give the two lovebirds a much needed time together, to enjoy one another company basking in the warmth of their love. 🥰

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a pleasant summer day, the warmth of the sun melting well with the fresh winds rustling through the luscious vegetation surrounding the beach, offering a much needed shelter for the ones who tried to escape the scorching sun of the noon, sat comfortably on a patio overlooking the sea two figure looked at the small sailboats sailing lazily in the distance, their white canvas starking against the azure sky melting with the sea below the horizon so much one did not know where one end and the other begin, enjoying an homemade meal she cooked herself, basking in the moment carefree smile curling their lips, as he caressed her hair, tighten his grip around her form sat between his legs on a chaise lounge, talking leisurely about everything and nothing, dozing off from time to time, crickets and seagulls creating a peculiar sea melody he was grateful to hear for the first time with her lover, taking in the sight of everything basking in the scorching sun kissing over his skin as they relaxed in the fresh wind rippling above water creating little waves she admired crashing over the shore, paying no mind to the way her light sundress billowed in the breeze showing the hem of her long drawers to his sight alone.

She sighed dreamily entwining her fingers with his as he gently curled it on her tummy, nuzzling on her neck playfully leaving feather light kisses making her giggle, that sound enough to fill his heart with the warmth of thousand suns, bursting with love he tried to convey leaving a kiss on her hair basking in the brightness of her smile as she tinder around leaving a tender kiss on the scar above his right eye, placing his eyepatch on its place once more, taken aback by the soft yet passionate way his lips melted on hers in a sweet pure kiss filling her heart with all the love she felt for him alone, reluctantly he pulled away hugging her closer to his chest, cupping her face in his hands he looked into her eyes.

“Je t'aime plus que tout au monde Julia.”

“Je t’aime de tout mon coeur Jean.”

They stayed like this cuddle to one another all afternoon until she suggested to take a walk on a beach, idea he promptly accepted taking her hand in his as she took the lead, the sand was surprisingly warm and soft beneath his feets as they strolled lazily on the shore, he had never felt that way but his hesitation was easily won over as she guided him, her eyes glimmering as she saw him walking with her, courage he got admiring her bright features looking at him so proudly he had not the courage to let her down, even though he knew she would have stick up to him no matter what, before he knew it their movements had tuned on their own accord as they admired the sun setting below the horizon everything in sight was painted with his warm colors, glimmering on the little waves rippling through the otherwise plain surface of the sea, they mindlessly walked into smiling carefreely as the pleasantly tepid water washed over their feets not minding the hem of their clothes getting soaked, tiredness washing over her he lead her to sit on the warm sand next to him, one arm wrapped around her waist as she leaned her head on his shoulder smiling to herself as his kindness melted her heart, she nuzzled closer to him basking in that bright smile lighting up his gorgeous features, talking of anything and nothing as he entwined his fingers with hers, enjoying the frizzy breeze of the early evening until it was time to return home ready to show off their love to one another as only they could with kisses so warm to put even the summer sun itself to shame, outwin even by the brightness of their smiles curling up their lips as they drifted asleep in their embrace, landing together in their dream land following that feeling they had neve believed possible for them, bonding their heart together for mighty and unbreakable was the power of love.

[sangiinternational]

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[This is a silly post of me rambling about Achilles' association with water elements. I'm just wanting to put together things that bring him closer to the water because I like the relationship between Thetis and Achilles lol]

Family Tree

We usually associate Achilles with water only because of Thetis (fair! I adore her, so I'm definitely not complaining), but I'm researching Peleus and there are also a huge number of deities related to water even on his mortal side (I know Peleus isn't exactly who we think of first when it comes to researching a mythological figure, but there is a reason lol). Having nymphs in the family isn't exactly the most uncommon thing, but I still think it's cool.

Asopus was a river god. He has more than one father/mother attributed, but in all versions at least one of them is associated with wate: Oceanos was the titan of world-river Ocean, Tethys was the titan of fresh water, Poseidon was the sea god, Eurynome was was a Oceanid-nymph, Pero was a Naiad-nymph. In fact, the only one who isn't a water deity was Zeus.

Metope was a Naiad-nymph, daughter of the river god Ladon, who was a son of Oceanus and Thethys. Asopus and Metope had daughters, including Naiad-nymph Aegina. Aegina and Zeus had the mortal Aeacus. Aeacus married with Endeis and had Telamon and Peleus. Endeis in one version is the daughter of Chiron, who is the son of Cronus with the Oceanid-nymph Philyra. Aeacus also had Phocus with Psamathe, a Nereid-nymph (daughter of Nereus, god of the sea's rich bounty of fish, and Oceanid-nymph Doris. Nereus is the son of Pontos, the primordial sea god). Peleus and Thetis (she's sister of Psamathe) had Achilles.

So...

[Obviously in some cases it depends on the versions. Here I'm considering the Oceanus and Tethys version for Asopus and the Chiron and Chariclo version for Endeis. And on the Oceanus part, by "ocean" I mean in the Ancient Greek concept of the great river which encircled the entire world]

And if someone is curious:

Asopus as Oceanos and Thethys' son, as Zeus and Eurynome's son, as Poseidon and Pero's son (Pseudo-Apollodorus, Library, 3.12.6)

Metope as River Ladon's daughter (Pseudo-Apollodorus, Library, 3.12.6; Diodorus Siculus, Library of History, 4.72.1)

Aegina as Asopus and Metope's daugther (Pseudo-Apollodorus, Library, 3.12.6; Diodorus Siculus, Library of History, 4.72.1)

Endeis as Chiron's daughter (Hyginus, Fabulae, 14)

Phocus as Psamathe's son (Pseudo-Apollodorus, Library, 3.12.6; Diodorus Siculus, Library of History, 4.72.6; Hesiod, Theogony, 1003; Pindar, Nemean Ode 5, 5.1; Pausanias, Description of Greece, 2.29.9; Antoninus Liberalis, Metamorphoses, 38).

Nymph-related Elements

Additionally, in Argonautica, Hera describes Achilles to Thetis as being cared for by water-nymph:

‘Your son Akhilleus , who is now with Kheiron the Kentauros and is fed by Water-Nymphai [Naiades of Mount Pelion] though he should be at your breast

Argonautica, 4.812 ff

In Iphigenia in Aulis, Achilles' ships are described as having golden Nereids as their symbol (I'd also put golden Nereids on my ships if I had Thetis in the family, so fair!)

Chorus Next I sought the countless fleet, a wonder to behold, that I might fill my girlish eyes with gazing, a sweet delight. The warlike Myrmidons from Phthia held the right wing with fifty swift cruisers, upon whose sterns, right at the ends, stood Nereid goddesses in golden effigy, the ensign of Achilles' armament.

Iphigenia in Aulis, see here.

In Electra (Euripides', not Sophocles'), the chorus gives a description that I honestly think I don't even need to comment on.

Chorus O famous ships, you that once with countless oars went to Troy, conducting dances with the Nereids, where the music-loving dolphin leapt and rolled at your dark-blue prows, bringing Achilles, the son of Thetis, light in the leap of his foot, with Agamemnon to the banks of Trojan Simois.

Electra, see here.

The Roman Pliny the Elder describes these figures in a temple:

But the most highly esteemed of all his works, are those in the Temple erected by Cneius Domitius, in the Flaminian Circus; a figure of Neptune himself, a Thetis and Achilles, Nereids seated upon dolphins, cetaceous fishes, and sea-horses, Tritons, the train of Phor- cus, whales, and numerous other sea-monsters, all by the same hand; an admirable piece of workmanship, even if it had taken a whole life to complete it.

The Natural History, 36.4.

In both Homer and Quintus Smyrnaeus, the Nereids care for and mourn Achilles. In the Iliad, in Book 18, they come out of the sea to console him after the death of Patroclus. In the Odyssey, Book 24, it is described how they came to his funeral. As for Posthomerica, in Book 2 it's said that they worry about Achilles in his fight against Memnon, and in Book 3 they participate in Achilles' funeral.

Aeschylus' lost play "Nereids" (part of the "Achilles" trilogy) told of Achilles' lament over the death of Patroclus and the arrival of the Nereids. In Argonautica, Book 4, the Nereids only help the Argonauts because Hera convinces Thetis to do so in Achilles' name (there is a context). In 5.19.8 of Description of Greece, Pausanias describes an art he saw in which the Nereids were depicted bringing the armor to Achilles.

Cult

Like other heroes, Achilles had cults. One of his cults was on the Pontus Euxine, known as the Black Sea. There are other things you can research about this, but what I want to bring here is this detail:

A series of inscribed dedicatory stelae to Achilles Pontarches dates from the 2nd and 3rd centuries after Christ. These are public dedications made by the archons, generals, and priests of Olbia, thank-offerings to Achilles for the well-being of the city and of the dedicants themselves. Achilles' status was never higher than in the Roman period at Olbia. We learn from the inscriptions that he was the patron of the college of archons, and as such he presumably was endowed with powers approaching those of a god; there are few significant differences between the inscribe dedications to Achilles Pontarches and those to Apollo Prostates and Hermes Agoraeus, the patrons of the Olbian generals and the agoranomoi. This accords well with what Dio Chrysostomos reports after his visit to Olbia around the end of the 1st century after Christ. He writes that the Olbians honor Achilles as their god and that they had established two temples in the hero's honor, one in Olbia itself and another on "Achilles' island. "

"The Cult of Achilles in the Euxine" by Guy Hedreen, pag 314-315.

That mentioned "Pontarches" in Greek is "Ποντάρχης", which translates to something like "he who presides over sea" (so something like "Lord of the Sea"). Although Achilles is remembered primarily for being a warrior, in this Olbian cult he was also the giver of the city's fertility, water, health, and wealth.

Achilles assumed the role of the supreme Olbian deity in the Roman period and was worshiped with the title of Ποντάρχης, which is attested by a great number (more than 40!) of stone inscriptions of Olbian magistrates: archons, strategoi, agoranomoi and priests. In general the formula for these dedications adheres to the following pattern the inscription usually begins with the words Ἀγαθῆι τύχηι and immediately afterwards follows the name of Achilles Pontarches in the dative singular (Ἀχιλλεῖ Ποντάρχηι). Then comes the name of the dedicator and, if a dedication belongs to a magistracy, there is a list of its members’ names starting with that of its chairman: οἱ περὶ τὸν (name and patronymic) ἄρχοντες, στρατεγοί (names and patronymics of the college of magistrates). The final part usually conveys the purpose of the dedication: ὑπὲρ εὐσταθίας τῆς πόλεως, διαμονῆς, εἰρήνης, ἀνδραγαθίας, πολυκαρπίας and εὐποσίας. Often the following words are added as well: ὑπέρ τῆς ἑαυτοῦ/ἑαυτῶν ὑγείας. Unlike dedications to Apollo Prostates and Hermes Agoraios, in inscriptions dedicated to Achilles Pontarches the words χαριστήριον or εὐχαριστήριον are almost always followed by the verbs ἀνέθεκαν, ἀνέθεκε or ἀνέστεσεν. Sometimes, however, the final formula consists of no more than the single word εὐχαριστήριον (IPE I², 155) or χαριστήριον. The χαριστήρια of Olbian magistrates present Achilles as the giver of fertility, water, health and wealth of the city, and one inscription from the pre-Get period calls him ‘the eternal father of Olbian archons’ (IPE I2. 53: Ἀχιλλε[ῖ Ποντάρχηι] ἀνέθεσα[ν οἱ ἄρχοντες] τῷ πατρί (α) ἰων[ίῳ]). One of the Olbian dedications to Achilles Pontarches (IPE I² 140) is presented by a retiring priest who thanks Achilles for “the continuance of the city”: ἀγαθῇ τύχηι Ἀχιλλεῖ Ποντάρ χῃ Καλλίστρα τος Ἡρακλείδου 5 ἱερατεύσας ὑπ[ὲρ] τῆς πόλεως εἰρ[ή]

"Exploring the Hospitable Sea" by Manolis Manoledakis, pag 182.

The characteristic of Thetis being an essential part of Achilles' lineage remained in Olbia: "In the inscription of the priest Skartanes (IPE I², 142) not only the name of Achilles Pontarches is mentioned but also the name of his mother, Thetis: Ἀχιλλεῖ Ποντάρχηι καὶ Θέτιδι." ("Exploring the Hospitable Sea" by Manolis Manoledakis, pag 182)

In 2.1.8 of Description of Greece, Pausanias quickly comments on altars to Achilles in precints by shores: "I know that there are altars to these in other parts of Greece, and that some Greeks have even dedicated to them precincts by shores, where honors are also paid to Achilles."

In more than one source, port cities (in particular, Achilleon) dedicated to Achilles have been attested:

There was also in former times a town of Achilleon, founded near the tomb of Achilles by the people of Mitylene, and afterwards rebuilt by the Athenians, close to the spot where his fleet had been stationed near Sigeum.

The Natural History, 5.33.

Hegesistratus, however, could not keep what Pisistratus had given him without fighting, for there was constant war over a long period of time between the Athenians at Sigeum and the Mytilenaeans at Achilleum. 

The Histories, 5.94.

From Pyrrhichus the road comes down to the sea at Teuthrone. The inhabitants declare that their founder was Teuthras, an Athenian. They honor Artemis Issoria most of the Gods, and have a spring Naia. The promontory of Taenarum projects into the sea 150 stades from Teuthrone, with the harbors Achilleius and Psamathus. On the promontory is a temple like a cave, with a statue of Poseidon in front of it.

Description of Greece, 3.25.4.

In Geopgrahy, Strabo mentions Achilleum:

"[...] it is a village where is the narrowest entrance into the lake, about stadia in breadth; opposite to it is a village situated in Asia, called Achilleum." (7.4)

"Next to the village Achilleium, where is the temple of Achilles, are stadia." (11.2)

"The narrow passage at the mouth of the Mœotis derives its name from the straits opposite the Achilleium" (11.2)

Conclusion

This entire post was simply me trying to find things to support my headcanon that, as a son of Nereid, Achilles has a certain proximity to his nymph side. And my conclusion is that I will die on this hill!

[expiredhumanbread]

life

So, then I write me a letter, the

Hornier, the better

Skin fresh like bruschetta,

Baby, harder, faster, wetter

My life is in my head, I act dreams out in my bed

Memory softer than marshmallow, leave my common sense to follow

I’m not dead, I’m feeling

Disconnected, blurry, reeling

And my anticipation

Levels hit the floor, I’m screaming

I shut up. Cut someone off, bottle up

Gasp, sputter out, and start to spout

Myths have nothing on my lore

I feel like fist-fighting a door

Blinking thrice, twice, once, nothing hurts me anymore

Walking, eating, sleeping, talking, yeah, it’s okay now, not boring

Wating round for my muse to appear, call it poetic whoring

Fuck the English language up so it can’t get up in the morning

I’m perpetually euphoric except when I’m in mourning.

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