#i was about to put wing instead of wind T^T

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Elemental of Wind

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Stay With Me | Rhysand (II)

Rhysand x Plus size reader

Y/N gets hurt during a mission- and Rhysand is more than willing to be the one to take care of her.

Warnings: Mature themes (18+), swearing, blood and gore, and smut.

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

PART ONE

PART THREE

"Cassian, for Cauldron's sake," I scowl, my hands weakly slapping against his broad, solid chest for the fifth time. "Will you put me down? I can walk-"

"Y/N, you have a dagger embedded to the hilt in your fucking thigh," Cassian grimaced, cocking his head down at me, his hazel eyes flaring as he glances down at my wounded leg, his strong arms holding me to his chest so carefully. "You won't be able to stand, never mind walk."

I grumble irate, looking away and dropping my hands back onto my lap with a pout. I hear Azriel chuckle softly, his tall figure following closely behind us as Cassian carries me through the House of Wind.

"Where- where's Rhys?" I ask, my head peeking over Cassian's shoulder, trying to see through the gaps in his powerful wings- looking for those stary eyes and a breathtaking smile. I wince when a sharp pain shoots up my leg, even if my mind is preoccupied with the fact Rhys is nowhere to be found.

"Now you want to know about Rhys," Cassian mutters under his breath and the passive-aggressive tone catches me off guard. I lift my eyes to his hard face, but he doesn't meet my gaze, his jaw locked and eyes staring straight ahead.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demand, my eyes narrowing but Cassian doesn't reply, he doesn't even react. Instead, he stalks into the lounge, his grip tightening around my body as the fire blazes to life.

"Rhys is dealing with the remaining Hybern soldiers," Azriel clears his throat, coming to stand beside us, his eyes flickering over Cassian's face contemplatively. "He said he would be back as soon as he was done."

Dealing with Hybern, he didn't need to explain what that meant.

"Madja's on her way now," Cassian states and he doesn't give me a second to speak before he marches over to the plush, large green sofa situated directly in front of the fireplace, his movements stiff as he lays me flat against the cushions.

"Cassian, wait-" I frown, groaning as I grab on his arm as it slips out from under me, stopping him from pulling away. "What's wrong with you? You're being-"

"An asshole," He finishes, and upon seeing the hurt in my eyes and then the wound steadily leaking blood over the sofa, he sighs, his handsome face melting into a dejected frown. "I'm acting like an absolute asshole, I know I'm- I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I'm just surprised," I swallow, and relief fills me when his eyes soften, when the Cassian I know and love seems to reappear as he settles on his knees beside me, his large hands cupping mine gently. "I've never been on the receiving end of your anger, Cass."

"I'm not angry, just frustrated," He admits and when I raise a sharp brow at him, he shrugs, "You've been avoiding Rhysand for weeks, Y/N and I don't like seeing the two of you so at odds."

My eyes widen in surprise at his words, and I feel the scrutinising stares of Cassian and Azriel before me, their eyes tracing over every reaction and breath I make.

"I haven't been avoiding him," I swallow, gritting my teeth as Azriel slides a pillow under my right thigh, elevating the injured leg, "I've been busy-"

"Bullshit," Cassian scoffs, and I narrow my eyes at him when his grip on my hand tightens forcing my gaze to his again, "You've been avoiding him and we all know it, Rhys most of all."

"I don't- I don't know what you're talking about," I breathe roughly, and both the males before me share a disbelieving glance between them, one that makes me scowl. "Seriously, I don't- Madja, you're here!"

Relief, pure relief at the sight of the dark-skinned female, her spindrift hair in disarray and her brown eyes narrowing in disapproval at the dagger's hilt poking out of my thigh as she strode into the lounge.

"Thank you to whoever elevated her leg, you've made this easier for us both," Madja greets and Azriel nods unconsciously at her praise. "Let's see what the damage is."

Cassian's knowing eyes don't relent upon me but as Madja crouches on the floor, he rises, sighing as he lets go of my hand, letting it fall between us. I gnaw on my lip at the silence, but I manage a strained smile at the healer before me.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Madja," I focus on my breathing as her delicate hands press around the entry point of my injury, her fingertips turning stark red immediately.

"You have a hunting dagger in your thigh, Y/N," Madja raises a pointed brow at me, and when I whimper, my jaw locking tight at the tender pain, her face melts into a frown. "I'm going to have to pull this out inch by inch and thread the skin together as I go."

"I hate Hybern soldiers," I mutter dismally, my head lolling back against the pillow and my eyes meeting the worn ceiling, counting the cracks one by one to calm the panic clawing at me. "Do it, do whatever you need to Madja."

I feel their eyes on me, all of them, but when I curl both my hands into steeled fists when I grit my teeth and clamp my eyes shut, I feel Madja sigh- and her hands come to that dagger.

I wish Rhysand was here.

That's the first thought I have, I'm not sure why. I picture his violet gaze and lazy smile and the sound of his laugh, warm and wonderful and somehow, I feel better.

Though it doesn't last long.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!"

A swarm of dark, furious power hits me, hits everyone in the room at the same time that violent, death-incarnate voice bellows out the words. I startle, my body jolting and my eyes snapping back open and moving to the entryway.

Rhysand- covered in blood.

Staining his hands and arms and torso and chest, as if he had ripped apart the males with his bare hands. Splattered across his neck and jaw and cheeks, as if he had been ferocious and merciless with his assault.

And the smell, it wasn't one soldier or two, no, it was dozens and dozens of them. All their scents, all their blood and gore and their fear spread over Rhysand like a second skin and all I could think was that he hadn't stopped.

He hadn't spoken or breathed or thought- he had just killed and killed and killed.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N?!" Rhysand demanded again, his eyes as dark as midnight, his voice as terrifying as I had ever heard it as he glared at me, his chest rising and falling so fast.

"Rhys-" Cassian warns from behind me, but Rhysand can't hear him, I don't think he can hear anything over the roaring anger in his head. I see it in the way he marches forward, see it in every hard and brutal inch of his muscled and lean form the closer he gets.

"You got in the way, that soldier was coming for me-" He seethed, stopping at the back of the sofa, and my eyes blinked heavily as he clamped down two large, ringed hands onto the material, nails cutting into the material to calm his fury. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I didn't feel like dealing with your whining when he stabbed you," I grit out, my voice as cold as ice, as cold as Rhysand's as I glared up at him, the anger distracting me from the burning erupting through my leg. "Forgive me for saving you, Rhysand, next time-"

"Next time?" He laughs, a cruel, awful sound and I fought through the fatigue, forcing myself to watch his midnight eyes narrow, to see his lip curl back to reveal his sharp canines as he towered above me. "If you think you're joining us on another mission again darling, then you're not as smart as you like to think you are."

"Rhys now really isn't the time-" Azriel stepped forward, his shadows dancing wildly over his shoulders, the tension and raging emotion in the room making them more chaotic. Rhysand doesn't look at Azriel, he doesn't look at anyone but at me- intense, consuming, powerful.

And I can't look away from him.

"Oh, bite me Rhysand," I snarl, my own canines flashing as I tilt my head up to his, my hair sticking to the sweat on my forehead, my heart hammering in my chest, and my whole body sore from the aftermath of the fight- but still I snarl at him.

"If the two of you are done quarrelling," Madja sighs, drawing us away from our heated argument and it's her words that remind me why we're here- reminds me of the agonising, throbbing pain now lancing through my leg. "I need quiet and calm so I can focus please."

"I'm sorry that you're being burdened on your day off with this, Madja," Rhysand breathes, and despite his voice quietening, every word was sharp and low, full of contempt. I grit my teeth painfully as Madja inches the dagger out of my thigh, so fucking slowly.

"Rhysand," I hiss, the cut of the razor-fine blade as it's eased out, accompanied by the burning light of Madja's magic making bile rise in my throat, "Shut up."

She drags it up another inch and I bite down on my cheek, metal and bitterness filling my mouth, coating my tongue, invading my senses, but it doesn't distract me from the pain.

"Now who's whining?" Rhysand taunted darkly, and I felt the feel of his shadows and starlight dancing around me, over me, laden with anger and frustration. I couldn't open my eyes, couldn't look at him, or speak to him.

Not as Madja dragged out the blade another inch.

"Rhysand-" I warned, my throat as rough as glass now, my hands clenching at either side, so hard my nails cut into my palms, carving crescent moons.

There was a lot of blood, gallons of it, and Madja's hands pressed down firmer, her strength astounding as she tried to staunch the blood flow, working her magic over my severed skin.

"C'mon darling," Rhysand purred, and I blinked my heavy eyelids open to see his violet gaze, dark and cruel and mocking, the beast in him rearing its head as he watched me. My eyes were like steel, and I let every atom of loathing I had for him at this moment show.

It was almost menacing, the look in his eyes, the blood covering his skin, the arrogance in his words.

"Fuck you-"

The words die on my tongue, they turn to ash in my lungs and all my anger vanishes, replaced by one thing- unbelievable pain. Madja pulls the blade free, and I feel it like a shock current through my entire being, so strong I gasp out desperately.

And Rhysand's whole demeanour flips, like a switch.

The anger? Gone. The frustration? Gone. The shadows and violence that had sullied his eyes? Gone.

All gone- replaced by something... scared? Yes, he was scared. He heard that desperate sound rip from my lips, smelt the blood oozing from me in waves, saw my face tighten with unfathomable pain and he was scared.

I saw it in the way his face dropped, paled, that arrogant smile vanishing instantly, a deep frown carving in its place. A worry so strong it creased his brow, sharpened his handsome face, and made his broad form turn unnaturally still.

"Rhys," I choke out his name, and it's that one word on my lips, that one name, his name, that has him moving in an instant. One second, he's towering over me from behind the sofa's back and then the next, he's knelt by my side, his face inches from mine.

"Shit, Y/N," Rhysand sighed, and I saw the hurt in his eyes as he flickered his gaze over me, tracing over every inch of my face, seeing my visceral reaction to everything Madja was doing. "Shit, I'm sorry."

"That's better," I laugh hoarsely, my eyes welling with heavy tears as I glance at Rhys, trying to focus on the night-blooming jasmine and ocean breeze scent of his skin, under all the grime and blood. "I hate when you use your High Lord's voice on me."

"Me too, darling," He manages a strained smile and I sigh when his hand comes to my face, brushing away my damp hair before moving to cup my cheek, his thumb smoothing over the tears slowly leaking.

"Nearly done," Madja mutters and Rhys glances to the side, his nose flaring at the sight of my blood soaking the cushions, his eyes predatory as he sees Madja's magic close the wound bit by bit. "There was some kind of poison coating the blade, it's resisting my magic, that's why it's taking so long."

"And why it's hurting so much?" I muse, blinking away my tears as I look at the healer, and her grim nod tells me all I need to know. "I really fucking hate Hybern soldiers."

Rhysand laughed, I felt the brush of his warm breath, minty with a hint of bourbon infiltrate my senses and when my eyes met his again, I let myself sink into the stars and constellations, let myself bathe in the feel of him.

"This is the longest you've looked me in the eyes in weeks," Rhysand mutters, and despite the teasing in his words, his eyes held a different story- a sadder one.

"Almost forgot how beautiful you were." He whispered through my mind, and I heard the yearning in every single word as it echoed through me.

"Always such a flirt," I say back, and the room is near-silent as we stare at each other, Rhysand's lip tilting at the corner as he watches me, "I'm sorry, Rhys-"

"Don't" His lips purse, his hand cupping my cheek firmer, forcing my eyes to him, to see the sincerity on his face, "Don't worry about that now."

I managed a small nod, smiling softly at him but the conversation, the conflict hung heavy in the air between us still. I had been avoiding him, like the plague, since that night in the cabin, since we did what we did.

"The poison's slowing down the healing process, I've done what I can for now," Madja says, but her voice sounds further away and it's only then I realise my eyes are fluttering closed, that my body is starting to melt into oblivion. "She needs rest."

I vaguely hear the sound of their low voices as they speak, but as the darkness starts to creep over me, all I can feel is Rhysand's thumb brushing my cheek, his touch unbearably soft and endearing, as if lulling me to sleep.

"Stay with me, Rhys."

A star-flecked hand runs across the expanse of my mind, adoringly, and I feel the distinct feel of his lips at my temple, lingering and firm, pressing a sweet kiss there before pulling away.

"Always, darling."

***

I sense him before I even open my eyes.

He’s erected a shield around me, I feel it ripple in response to every rise and fall of breath in my lungs, a shield of shadows and starlight, a shield of his very essence made to protect me while I slept.

I think it might have been healing me too- fighting whatever vile magic Hybern coated that dagger with, working to ease the pain that had been a forever presence burning through my thigh.

“You’re awake,” Rhysand’s voice greets me as I blink my eyes open, the room dim with Fae light and I smile faintly as the shield he made disappears, flickering out like stars around me. “How do you feel?”

A dull ache throbs through my head as I turn to the side, to where Rhysand sits on the edge of his chair- broad shoulders tense, arms braced on his powerful thighs and his beautiful face hard with worry.

Not a splatter of blood remained on him. Clean, regal, the Rhysand I knew.

“I’m-“ My voice splinters, dehydration making the air cut like glass through my lungs and as I screw my eyes shut, body wrecking with coughs, Rhysand’s immediately at my side. I winced as his large hand slipped under me, fingers curling around my waist to sit me up.

“Here, darling, drink,” His voice shook, but the command was still there, and I could do nothing but brace my weak hands against his corded chest, lips parting when he pressed a water bottle to my mouth, hands agonisingly soft as I slowly sipped from it.

A satisfied moan slipped from me as the cold water ran down my throat, and I felt Rhysand’s hand tighten around my body, fingers digging possessively into my flesh at the soft sound. I sighed as he pulled the bottle away, my weak body slumping back against the pillows behind me.

“Thank you,” I whispered and when my head lifted, meeting his violet gaze, my face softened at the concern in his face, the pain, hating every second of hurt I was in. “I’m alright, Rhys, just a bit weak, but I’m going to be alright.”

His throat bobs roughly and there’s a tense silence that seems to stretch on as he bows his head, his lean form sat on the edge of the bed beside me, his hands resting on either side of my hips- as if he couldn’t bring himself to let go, as if he needed to touch me to know I was really here.

I gnaw on my lip at the hurt twisting his lovely face, nothing of the arrogant and smirking High Lord I knew present. No, not at his darkening gaze stayed locked on my bandaged thigh, blood staining the fabric, nothing but the oversized linen shirt I wore covering me.

“I should have been paying attention,” He breathes, a ragged, awful sound and my eyes widen at the way his shoulder curves inwards as if he was physically carrying the burden of his guilt. “I should have torn that bastard to pieces the second I saw him near you.”

“Don’t Rhys, don’t do that, don’t blame yourself,” I plead sharply, my hand coming to his face, cupping his strong jaw, and lifting those starry eyes to me- hating that nothing shined in them, nothing but unshed tears. “I got in the way knowing what would happen, because I would rather it be me than you.”

“I should have protected you-“ He growls, teeth flashing, and I narrow my eyes at him.

“Don’t be an overprotective asshole, Rhys, I’m as much of a warrior as you are,” I raise a brow and for a second amusement danced in his eyes, tilts his lip just barely. I soothe my thumb across his jaw, smiling softly, “We protect each other, that’s what we do.”

He chuckles, and fuck, if the sound doesn’t make something warm and full fill my heart.

“I love it when you get all angry with me, darling,” Rhysand pressed his cheek into my palm, a roguish grin stretching across his face and something darkened his gaze, something molten as he stared at me, “It’s very attractive.”

“Always such a flirt,” I tease, but the breath gets tighter in my throat as Rhysand inches closer to me, as if some magnet drew us together, an unstoppable force that made it so hard for the two of us to look away.

My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip and Rhysand’s eyes drop to my mouth, and he’s getting closer, so closer that I feel every atom in me tense in anticipation of his lips meeting mine.

“Shit-“

I jump, Rhysand sucking in a sharp breath, the both of us so surprised that we spring apart- eyes flashing to the medical basket that appeared on the bed beside us with a soft thud.

“It seems Madja is reminding me that you need to change your bandages,” Rhys grits out through clenched teeth, and I would laugh at the ire on his face as he grabs the basket- if I weren’t blushing so hard, I could feel my skin burning.

I draw my hands to my lap, fiddling aimlessly with my fingers as Rhysand pulls out the vials and binds his long, nimble fingers, gracefully laying out the objects on the bed beside him, handsome face pursed with concentration as looked over the items one by one.

I stayed silent as he shifted on the bed, tugging back the comforter from my body, and I swallowed down the lump in my throat as his eyes slid down my form, calloused hands moving so surely as stretched my leg over his lap, fingers tugging at my bloodied bandage.

“I can do that, you know,” I mutter, my back tensing at the feel of his fingers moving across the flesh of my thigh, his eyes unwavering on my bare leg as he unwrapped the bind. “You don’t have to-“

“I want to,” He said simply, eyes glancing up at me through dark lashes and I saw the gleam, knowing every touch, every caress made something blaze to life in me- seemed to enjoy having that kind of power.

“Besides, it’s my turn to take care of you now,” He muttered roughly, and his tone, the grumble that purred through his chest, told me that changing my bandages wasn’t all he meant. “Just relax for me, yeah?”

He cocks his head, waiting for me to answer- and all I can do is nod, sinking back into the pillows.

There’s a long silence as Rhysand discards the bloodied bandage on the floor beside us, and I winced at the jagged scar that traced the inner part of my thigh- red and angry, small unhealed sections of skin still leaking blood, the poison actively fighting Madja’s healing.

“I should have made his suffering last longer,” Rhys panted, such terrifying, cold violence in his voice, in his eyes as he stared at that wound, and the room seemed to vibrate with the strength of his raging power. “I should have torn him limb by fucking limb for doing this to you.”

“You made him regret it in the end,” I said gently, remembering that Hybern soldier before me one second and then ash on the wind the next. Rhys curled his fingers around my other thigh, fingers teasing the skin, so close to where I wanted him. “We’re here, he’s not.”

“Right as always, darling,” His throat works and he watches, I watch, as his hand traces up my thigh, over my cellulite and stretch marks and as he curves his way between my legs, I keen, thighs inching apart for him.

I gnaw on my lip in anticipation as his thumb swoops back and forth, callouses tickling my inner thigh, so close to my core I can feel him brushing my underwear. My stomach coils with need and I know Rhys can smell my arousal, thick and desperate and strong in the air.

His nose flares, and I feel his power rumbling from him as if the mere smell of me was enough to have him trembling.

Another brush of his thumb, so close yet so far and my back bows, my core clenching around nothing, the pain in my leg gone now, overwhelmed by the wetness that seems to grow and grow between my thighs.

“Rhys,” I gasped, almost whining as my chest rose and fell like tidal waves, and he glanced at me with eyes like melted chocolate and raised one dark brow in a challenge, “Stop being such a tease.”

“Or what?” He crooned mockingly, I gasped when his thumb inched forward, barely grazing over the front of my damp panties, the pressure so hollow that it was there and gone in seconds. “You’ll find someone else to take care of you?”

I tugged my shirt higher up my stomach, satisfaction filling me when Rhysand’s smirk fell, and like a hunter with prey his eyes narrowed down on my exposed underwear, the black lace barely covering my pulsing cunt.

“So? Should I call Cassian in?” I managed to grit out, enough arrogance in my tone to hide the lust clouding my voice and Rhysand went still, “Or are you going to- oh-“

It was stupid, to taunt the High Lord of the Night Court so brazenly- but I was so fucking glad that I had.

Because one second his thumb was taunting the edge of my underwear and then the next, he had hooked it under the material- and ripped it off.

“This what you want, huh?” Rhysand muses hotly, fingers slipping past my wet folds almost angrily, and I moaned as his callouses rubbed harshly at my clit. “Goading me into touching your cunt, using another male to piss me off?”

“Rhys,” I whimpered, back arching as he circled the pad of his thumb in brash circles, pressing down hard enough that I could feel every single callous, centuries of battle training, deliciously scraping me. “Don’t stop-“

Rhys groaned low in his throat, and I could feel his attention washing over me like waves, pure male satisfaction on his face when he turned his hand, stuffing two fingers into me without warning.

“Fuck, fuck, Rhys-“

“You should see how tight you’re wrapped around me right now, darling,” He growled low, and I could feel my walls suffocating his fingers as he fucked them in and out of me, not even my slopping wetness enough to ease how I clamped around him. “You think you can take another?”

Another finger prods at my entrance and all I can do is lock my ankle around Rhysand’s back, sinking myself further down his fingers as a third digit joins- and the burn, it hurts so fucking good.

Rhys leans forward and my shaking hand finds purchase on his shoulder, curling around the flexing muscles, feeling every stroke of his fingers in and out, getting faster and harder now. I can’t stop the sounds that tear from me, my eyes clamping shut as his fingers stretch me, brushing my walls in a way that makes it impossible to breathe.

“Rhys, I’m close, so close-“ I gasp, and that confession seems to be like a personal challenge for Rhys, edging him on as he curls those fingers deep inside of me, toying his thumb against my clit with every rough jolt.

“Open your eyes, Y/N,” Rhys commanded, voice like midnight- his High Lord's voice and I had no choice but to rip my eyes open, to meet his burning, wild gaze, loving and hating the pleased grin he gave me. “Wanna watch your pretty eyes roll while you come around my fingers.”

I was shaking now, sweat coating my forehead and it took everything in me to not flutter my eyes closed, took everything in me to stare into his violet gaze and let his hand fuck brutally inside me- let him watch me.

He loved watching me, I saw it in his eyes, in his smile, felt it in how easily he clued onto how my body reacted- knowing how hard to press his thumb against my clit to make my back arch, knowing what angle to hook his fingers inside me to make me cry his name.

And as he shoved his thick fingers in until his knuckles inside me and hooked them up, he got his wish, got to see as that chord within me splintered to pieces and my eyes rolled back as I came.

“Rhys I’m-“ I cry out, black dots blurring my vision and my body writhing against his hand, trying to pull away as he still moved those fingers inside me, but he clamped down another hand on my stomach, fingers holding my flesh possessively to keep me in place.

“C’mon darling,” Rhysand cooed, his voice almost cruel, almost patronising as he fucked me through my orgasm, my walls clenching around his fingers again and again, my orgasm spreading through my thighs and stomach and hips like glass. “I’ve got you, your High Lord’s right here.”

I whimpered at the humour in his dark tone, my legs closing around Rhysand’s hand- a mixture of overstimulation from his touch and the filthy words he poured like honey into my ear.

“Too much, too much I can’t-“

He chuckled, like the prick that he is, but mercifully, his fingers stopped, hand halting inside me and I instantly sagged with relief.

I could feel Rhysand’s power thrumming around us, frantic and powerful as if blazing brighter at my climax, at seeing me fall apart. I winced as he slipped his fingers out from me, and he seemed to melt back into being unbearably sweet as he languished his hand along my thigh, waiting for me to catch my breath.

I blinked my eyes open, fighting the exhaustion that ran through me, rooted deep inside me and smiled at the sea of violet and stars that stared back at me.

“I don’t think that was the kind of care Madja meant, Rhys,” I breathe, my voice trembling as tendrils of my climax faded away and the grin that stretched across his face, it was fucking beautiful.

“Well technically I did change your bandage,” He cocked his head, eyes gleaming and only then did I notice the sheet of stars and moonlight wrapped around my thighs, a blanket of Rhysand’s power, iridescent as the night sky outside over my wound- protecting and healing.

“Thank you,” I giggled quietly, pleasantly amazed and the air in the room felt so light as our gazes met, his hand still caressing sweetly against my thigh. He must sense the words on the tip of my tongue because he inches closer, face bright with understanding.

“Rhys, what we-“

“Y/N!”

A tall figure bursts through my room door and I only see flashes of long blonde hair and two sets of wings before Rhysand shifts in front of me, his large body shielding my bareness and his face is beyond frustrated as he tugs down my top, until the material is scraping my mid-thigh.

“Are you okay?” Mor comes rushing in, oblivious to what she just walked in on, and I cringe as Rhysand purses his lips and shuffles back to give the female space as she practically launches at my side. “I heard what happened-“

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I chuckle uncomfortably, seeing the worry in her brown eyes and I smile when she wraps her arms around me, hugging me suffocatingly tight. “Mor, honestly I’m fine.”

“Rhysand’s been taking care of her,” Azriel muses quietly and I shoot him a scathing glare over Mor’s shoulder, seeing his lip tilt at the corner. Rhys rolls his eyes, but I can see the satisfaction in his eyes, that they knew.

Knew that he was the one that made me feel as good as I did.

And something akin to wildfire burns through my blood when I slide my gaze down his body, to the hard, long imprint of his cock straining against his slacks. I swallow at the sight; my mouth watering and I feel a brush of claws tease against my mind.

As if to say- later.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Mor sighed, before plopping down on the chair by my bed. Rhysand sighed- a truly irate and defeated sound like he couldn’t believe our family had just walked in on us like he was getting very tired of all the interruptions. “When Cassian called me, I came as soon as I could.”

“Thank you, Mor,”  I smile, glancing at her to my side and my body tingles when Rhys pulls the comforter over my body, fingers brushing my breasts as he does so.

I don’t miss the smile he tries to hide.

“Speaking of me,” Cassian steps forward, an absolutely delighted grin stretching his face, eyes flashing knowingly between me and Rhys and my brows furrow when Rhysand’s face darkens like he wants to lunge at the male.

“Did I hear Y/N mention my name earlier?”

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Taking requests for all SJM men!

part 3??

[thehighladywrites]

Hii, it's me again, haha.

I got one idea and I though it would be fun, so here I am again...

Can you make texting with acotar characters or just batboys while reader is drunk and she slipped past them to bar and they text her where she went? (I hope it makes sense since my brain doesn't work this late...)

LA /Lulu <3

ACOTAR MEN X READER, SNEAKING OUT TO GO TO A BAR WHILE DRUNK

Summary: Do you sneak past them successfully? And if you manage to do so, how do they react?

Warnings: Mild nsfw in Eris and Rhysand’s part, mentions of drinking, a bit of crying, mention of reader throwing up in Cassian’s part, just fluff and crack

Author’s note: Hi Lulu, I always love your requests. And you make perfect sense, but i switched it up and made headcanons instead of a text thread because it would’ve been too much text. I hope this is okay!🫶🏽 Also i loved writing this, thank you for your request!!🤍

Azriel:

- There is no sneaking past Azriel, it’s just impossible

- His shadows know if you move a millimeter

- Even if he didn’t have them, he’s the spymaster and there’s just no way you’re able to fool him, especially not when you’re this drunk

- You try to sneak out but very obviously fail when you trip over nothing and bring down the table next to you.

- “ Love, where do you think you’re going? You’re drunk out of your mind.”

- “ Ssshhh... *hiccup* hidin' from my mate. Bar with frens, can't let him kn... *mumbles* the secret, ya know?

- He laughs as he picks you up.

- You scream that you’re mated and then give him a big smile when he puts you down and meets your eyes as you realize it’s your mate.

- “Hey, babyyy, misshed you soso much, like, *slightly mumbles* a looot!”

- you plant a fat kiss on his lips and pull him to you

- Azriel just gives you a small smile and pick you up to put you in bed.

- He’s for sure giving you lessons on how to properly sneak out, because you were too damn obvious,

- The spymaster can’t have his own mate be a bad spy, now can he?

Rhysand:

- He let’s you sneak out.

- This guy trails you, dying of laughter as you have a full on conversation with a tree, thinking it’s a person.

- He loves that you’re tiptoeing in the middle of the streets, trying to be subtle.

- Your eyes widen as you see him standing at the entrance of the bar you tried to sneak into.

- “Hello there darling, fancy meeting you here.”

- “ Whoooa you're here too? *hiccup* Wha' a craaazy coincidence, Cheeers to surprish... *mumbles* meetin's!”

- You beg him for shots and he indulges you, but switches the shots of vodka for water. He knows you were drunk enough to not realize. And if you complain about the taste, he adds a bit of salt for the taste.

- You both dance and sing and make out

- yeah drunkenly making out with Rhysand is heavenly

- He grabs you and leads you somewhere more private because it is unbecoming for the high lady and high lord to be seen like this

- his idea of private is… * drumroll * the bathroom!!!

- Rhys picks you up and plops you down on the sink’s side and just goes at it with no care in the world, after all who can say something to him or you?

- anyways you’re both lucid enough to acknowledge that fucking in a bar might be a bit… yeah… so he takes you home and gives you the time of your life

Cassian:

- Cassian is just as drunk as you are

- In the middle of your drunken giggles you came up with this brilliant idea to sneak out and meet up your friends at Rita’s

- You were in The House of Wind so sneaking out wasn’t really as easy as it sounded since you don’t have wings.

- You really wanna go out so you ask Mor to secretly help you when she’s leaving

- The bar was crowded as you danced on tables and bought shots for everyone.

- All of a sudden you felt nauseous and needed to empty your guts. You run out and stumble into Cassian who looks surprised to see you.

- Before he can explain what he’s doing here, you move away and throw up in the alleyway.

- He makes his way over to you and holds back your hair.

- The whole thing sobers you up a bit as you look up at Cassian, sensing mischief and guilt.

- “Baby, what are you doing here?” you ask, genuinely confused.

- “ Um, Rhys and Az are in the bar next door and asked if i wanted to come. Wait- what are YOU doing here?”

- “ Uhhh, I snuck out too. I wanted to meet my friends. But wait did you seriously plan on leaving me alone?”

- His jaw dropped and you bit your lips from laughing.

- “You snuck out first! So actually, you left me first, all alone.”

- You both stare at each other for a hot minute before giggling and agreeing that this never happened and left to meet up with Rhys and Az.

Lucien:

- He trusts you more than anyone in the world, so he doesn’t suspect that you’re lying when you say you’re just going to the bathroom.

- Little does he know you’re drunkenly stumbling over to The Sunshine Delight, the best bar in the Day Court.

- You don’t know how long you’re there for but you go up to the stage and sing a bit, go the bar and drink, dance around and suddenly stumble upon your friends.

- They catch up with you as you sit and play drinking games, laughing and having the time of your lives.

- Your friends sit up straighter and fix their hair and makeup as your brows furrow in confusion. Turning around to see who they’re oogling at, you’re met by Helion’s bewildered expression.

- Shit. If your father-in-law knew you were here then there was only a matter of time before Lucien picked you up. Your friends however didn’t care as Helion approached.

- “ Gods, you’re lucky Y/n, he is so hot! Please put in a good word for me.” You friend not-so-subtly whispered, unaware that Helion was already mated to Lady of Autumn. Helion’s laugh boomed as he plopped down besides you, making you sober up a bit.

- “My dearest daughter, what in The Mother’s name are you doing here all alone? Is my son lurking around here?”

- Oh no, Lucien… Even though you missed your friends, you wanted him here. Tears started forming in your eyes as you started feeling distressed by your mate not being next to you

- “ M’not sure. He should be around here somewhere. Actually let me go check-” He must know you’re lying because he just laughs and tells you Lucien is on his way.

- “ You’re drunk out of your mind and I honestly applaud you for managing to sneak out of the palace at all. But it’s dangerous to be here by yourself, sweetheart. Let’s just wait for Luc, yeah?”

- He was right. Gods, how could you just leave Lucien? Guilt filled you as you started sobbing in the middle of the bar. Your friends and father-in-law looked alarmed and they comforted you as you cried for your mate and husband.

- Lucien was so ready to lecture you about leaving drunk and alone in the middle of the night but all of that came to a halt when he noticed you crying.

- His protective instincts went into overdrive as he hurriedly approached the table, confusion written all over his face as you threw yourself at him in a bone crushing hug, bawling your eyes out.

- Helion and your friends briefly explained as they held back their laughs at your drunken state.

- Lucien took you home and cared for you, whispering comfort and postponed his lecture about the dangers of the night.

- His mate needed him and you were his priority, always.

Eris:

- Yeah…

- I genuinely think he’s one of the smartest sjm-verse characters and if we’re so real, you’re not sneaking past him.

- But let’s be a bit delulu

- He noticed you were a bit buzzed after having too much wine at dinner

- Much to his amusement, you cling to him and act like a complete fool. But he makes sure it’s in private because he knows you’d die if you knew anyone saw you acting like a drunkard.

- At dinner, your ladies informed you that they were visiting this new bar and asked if you wanted to come. Initially you had declined because you wanted to spend time with Eris, but after he informed you that he has a meeting, you changed your mind.

- You had to be very sneaky since Eris knew you inside and out. He could tell when you were up to something. But this was the perfect coverup for your plan.

- “I’m so tired. I think this wine is making me sleepy. Love, I’m gonna turn in for the night, you sure you still have to go to that meeting? You could stay here with me instead.”

- Eris eyes filled with longing as he sighed heavily.

-“ I wish I could cancel, my beloved. But Lord Cruit travelled far and I think it’s best we get these documents signed and dealt with. Besides it’s only two hours and if you behave, i’ll treat you real nice. What do you say?” He gently brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you forward into a kiss.

- You loved when he treated you good, but you loved it even more when he punished you. So you just smiled at him sweetly, putting on your best show.

-“ I’ll behave, I promise. I love you, now hurry. You don’t wanna be late.” You pecked him once, twice and ushered him out as quickly as you could before he could pick up on what you were doing

- You waited for fifteen minutes before you changed into one of your sluttiest dresses you had, and winnowed to the new bar. You spotted your friends and made your way over, deciding not to drink too much since you wanted to remember the inevitable consequences of your decision

- and also the wine from dinner had you buzzed.

- After around two hours, the crowd separated to let High Lord Eris through. He looked beyond unamused, just staring at you without saying anything because, well, it wasn't something he wanted everyone to hear in public.

- he just looks at you from top to toe and simply turns around and walk away.

- That is your cue to go as you fall into step behind him.

- “ Babyyyyyy s-slow down, 'ese shoes, can't... *mumble*... walk right in 'em!” He slows down and extends his hand before throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and winnowing home.

- Eris leads you into your chambers and puts you down before grabbing your chin and looking you deep into your eyes with a wicked smirk as he mentally starts planning your punishment, funishment is more like it

- Safe to say he had fun… and he told you that if you’d just let him know you were going out then he wouldn’t have had to look for you like a maniac. He gave you a dark chuckle when you told him this was your plan all along.

- Here babes, you’re gonna need this wheelchair 👩🏾‍🦽👩‍🦽

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could I request “accidently sitting on their face” but instead of twst characters, could it be the Overlord floor guardians with a SB! Reader?

Accidentally Sitting on Their Face | Yandere Overlord

Whether as a fellow Supreme Being and especially as Flower of Nazarick everyone trips every now and again. It’s only a matter of who’s doing the tripping and into what. With a generally soft body and a human behind all of it, it’s up to you to play it off as a mistake or a highly calculated move as a higher being. Too bad the Floor Guardians would never care:

Demiurge 

It probably happens during training 

As the flower of Nazarick, you’re powers are truly limitless but getting a grasp on what you can do is what Ainz put Demiurge in charge of

“Alright (Y/n)-sama sprout wings that look like mine and go as high as you can.”

“Okay got it! Whoooooo!”

“Don’t go too far up otherwise you’ll hit the–”

BANG 

Crack

You weren’t outside

You were on the training grounds of the sixth floor 

and you've just broken and banged into the roof of the floor

Momentarily stunned you’re on your way to the ground

You’re on the level of Ainz you won’t be hurt but Demiurge still prepares to catch you

“Oooh! Oh no Demiurge are you okay?! Wait where’d you go?”

He’ll wait for you to notice 

Remaining still as a plank as you get up embarrassed

When he does get up he’ll bow his head 

“Excuse me. (Y/n)-sama.”

He teleports to his floor

Before practically destroying the place with his tale 

As he morphs into no specific monster

His servants are horrified but when the thrashing tail of his stills 

There’s a wide smile on his blushing face

He’ll return to train you and act as though nothing has happened

But for the next two weeks, his tail will randomly thrash around in trickling excitement

A Supreme Being touched him 

A Supreme Being sat on him

A Supreme Being sat on his face

Shaltear has nothing on him

“Shall we continue (Y/n)? As your designated instructor I will let nothing impede your blossoming as a true ruler of Nazarick,”

“You’re…not embarrassed at all?”

“Never. Any contact especially of something so intimate is a gift in and of itself.”

Albedo 

Shadowing her when Ainz says to becomes a common routine

helping her as much as you can though she deems most tasks unworthy of you

You learn to seek her guidance

To follow after her 

To ask her what’s the right thing to do

while Ainz is adamant about correcting her more violent or overprotective lessons there are many he misses

“Uhm A-Albedo I don’t think this is umm a normal thing.”

“(Y/n)-Sama this is for your own good! Learning to punish your subordinates for the filth that comes from their lips! Like that blood-sucking trollop!”

“B-b-b-but Shaltear betrayed all of Nazarick and attacked Ainz.”

“Remember this, my Supreme Being! Ainz has warned us all not to underestimate humans. Yet I’ve insulted them and in front of you when you asked that I wouldn’t! That is worth of punishment!”

“Uh okay but only for a little while…”

“YES! THANK YOU MY FLOWER!”

You’re slow about it 

Too slow in Albedo’s opinion 

 she’ll grab your thighs and hold you in place

She’ll sniff and drool as she bucks her hips into the air

Should anyone walk in they’ll get a knife between the eyes

When she’s done climaxed

She’ll let you stand up and drink in your embarrassed expressions

“T-thank you for the punishment, (Y/n)-sama!” 

“I-I’m going to my room!”

“I’ll join you~shortly!”

If Ainz gets any wind of it she’ll claim that it was all a lesson on properly punishing your subjects

And all you got was flustered from using force

Shaltear

During a training session, it happens 

Filling in for Demiurge she trains you on her fighting style 

Encouraging you to launch yourself in her direction for practice

But by using too much power you overshot

So instead of front ways tackling Shaltear

Your butt is on her face 

“Oh Shaltear I’m s-sorry..?”

You’re slow to speak as you hear her moan

You wonder if it’s from pain 

So you’ll get up slowly worried that she may be hurt

And her nose does appear to be broken as a blood streak trickles down her blushing cheeks

She’s shaking in excitement 

Jolting in excitement as she hugs herself moaning about something you can’t choose not to pick up

She’ll be like that for a little while 

So you should come back after a little while

Maybe then she’ll be able to form a coherent sentence that isn’t your name

[gingerteawrites]

BY THE HEARTH: LEAP

A/N: I can't even justify why it took me so long 🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️. My apologies guys, but I do hope you enjoy this chapter. Have a fun read. Previous part here

Content: Royalty!AU, Nanami x female reader, king Nanami, Princess Y/N, Widower Nanami, Toddler Yuuji, hurt, angst. Not beta read

Word count: ~2.6K

Banner by @cafekitsune

ACT VII

Walking out of the grand reception felt more than refreshing. The excitement of the party quieting down to a buzz in the background, and the fresh evening air filling your lungs. Events like these always seemed to be succeeded by a lingering sense of fatigue, which settled over Nanami’s shoulders. He sighed. Having to entertain people for so long was nothing short of draining, even for an experienced king.

Albeit feeling a bit guilty, he had started using the excuse of having to take his son to bed as an escape from the endless drag of various festivities. His evening ritual with Yuuji was one of the things that helped him recenter. Remind him of his priority, his child.

But tonight, there was an intruder. A beautiful one at that. He hated to admit it, the rational part of the king’s mind told him it was but a fact. He tried so hard to ignore the way your skin glistened under the warm lights, or the way your pretty eyes sparkled when you smiled down at Yuuji.

Stop looking. He chastised himself in vain. His eyes always seemed to find their way to you throughout the evening.

As soon as you had stepped into the night air, Yuuji had insisted on holding hands with you. And he now merrily swung your intertwined fingers back and forth, skipping as he stepped in tow with the two adults.

“Are you very tired?” He asked, looking up at you. “You should wash up before bed.” He prescribed, giving advice with a serious expression.

You nodded obediently, matching his expression. “Yes, of course.” Closing you eyes solemnly, you added “But I cannot seem to find sleep some nights.”

“Papa always reads to me before bed!” Yuuji exclaimed, turning towards his father for the first time since he had linked hands with you. The child proceeded to go on about all the bedtime stories he likes, giving a long list of recommendations and why you should enjoy each.

Even more than your beauty, Nanami hated to admit how his son’s openness with you warmed his heart. Apart from himself, Alma and the head of the knights, the child was merely polite with other people. He could not quite place why Yuuji felt so comfortable to share his likes and dislikes with you, but grew fascinated with the scene unfolding before him.

He listened to the quiet conversation between the two of you, almost in your own bubble. Spring was announcing itself more pronouncedly, the cool air carrying the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers. You passed the gardens you had visited on your first day in the palace, noting the way the tulips were starting to show their colorful petals, still bundled up in their buds.

The trio finally reached the wing of the castle that held the royal chambers, your first time in the more secluded area. The walls that lined the walkway were low but had carved vines that snaked their way along the winding path, mimicking the vines that hung onto the walls.

Now standing in front of his son’s quarters, Nanami hesitated to push the door open for a beat. You were not meant to be in this space. Having you in here was past his comfort zone. But he could not muster the strength to tear the boy away from you now. Not when Yuuji clung to you like you were the only person he could see then. The king pushed the heavy door open, stepping aside for the two of you could enter.

To his surprise, you did not make a move to enter but instead bent down so that you matched the child’s height.

“It’s time to say goodbye, my prince.” Your hand rested on his shoulder. “I need to go put all of your advice into action.”  The boy’s lips turned; disappointment evident in his features. He wanted to argue. For you to stay longer, but your touch somehow placated him.

“We can talk about the story you read next time?” He asked softly, to which you nod, feeling your heartstrings getting tugged at “Of course. And you tell me about yours, alright?”

The maid who was tasked with taking care of Yuuji in the evenings, materialized in the space as soon as she noticed your little party, moving to get things ready for bed. You stood back up, giving the child a last smile and ready to turn around when Nanami’s words stop you.

“Wait here for a minute, please.” He requested, then grabbing the boy’s hand and walking him to the small couch inside the spacious room.

The king crouched down, sitting the boy and him take off his leather shoes before looking into his eyes.

“I am sorry, Yuuji, I won’t be able to read to you tonight.” He holds his cheek. “I need to make sure she gets back safely.”

Yuuji smiled, his lids now heavy with fatigue he had been trying to conceal. “Is she my new mama?” The boy asked softly, leaning into his father’s touch.  The simple words shook Nanami to his core, stunned into silence by the boy’s words. It took him a few seconds to find his words, thoughts running wild with the idea that Yuuji wanted a mother. Was he not enough? Had he failed as a father?

He moved his hand to squeeze his son’s gently “Would you like that?” He asked quietly, setting everything all the conflicting emotions in his heart apart to listen to his child. “For her to be your mama?”

Everything he had done since Yuuji was born had been for the child’s sake. So, for his sake, he would listen.

Yuuji’s drowsy body leaned against his father, and he replied with a mumbled “Yes, papa.”

It was with a heavy heart that Nanami left the room, finding you standing in the spot he had asked you to wait in. Guilt gnawed at his insides. By closing himself off, he had deprived his son of maternal love. Something he had not realized that the child craved until now. God had he tried to be the best father possible. Encouraging every interest. Making time for him. Being loving in ways his own parents had failed to.

But it’s not enough. I was not enough

Your eyes finally met, and he knew you saw the slight sadness that his eyes carried before he had the chance to school his expression back to its usual passivity. Too close. You felt way too close.

“I will escort you back to your quarters.” Were the only words he offered, stepping beside you as he started leading the way back to what you now realized must have been the guest wing of the castle.

The walk back was silent. Uncomfortably so. At least with Yuuji, you were mostly successful in ignoring the imposing presence of the king. Whose eyes you had noticed had not strayed far from you. But now, tension was taut.

A cool breeze blew over your exposed shoulders, causing your skin to erupt on goosebumps and a slight shiver to rattle you. Before you could even begin to mentally chastise yourself about not thinking about a shawl, you felt the softness of the king’s velvet cape fully engulf you. You looked up to him with wide eyes, finding him already facing ahead, as if nothing happened.

“Thank you,” was a quiet whisper between you two as you branched into a smaller hallway that opened into the guest wing of the palace.

He wanted to tell you that you should have worn something warmer, but he didn’t. It would have been dishonest to say anything but a compliment about the way you looked. You finally reached the door to your room, but the king did not make any move to leave, and neither did you open the door. Instead, you took a deep breath, as if to brace yourself and faced him.

“I want to apologize for the way the evening ended,” you bit the inside of your cheek recalling the almost-fall. “I promise that it will not happen again.”

If I am ever invited out again. A part of your mind screamed at you.

“It is alright, it was an accident. Accidents happen.” He shook his head “I know the invitation was on a very short notice and it must have been hard to prepare for the evening.” He added, causing the tension to dissipate with a sense of relief. The more time you spent with him, the less he felt like that cold man you had met on your wedding day. While the king was definitely not a warm person, he had shown care and a modicum of respect for you tonight. And that was enough to make you respect him in return.

You bowed your head, ready to excuse yourself when you felt his fingers close gently around your arm. You looked up with curious eyes. “I want to make your stay here more comfortable,” He began, his eyes locked with yours. “Speak with Alma and pick out some ladies-in-waiting.” You bowed again, taken aback by the offer.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He had finished speaking, but his hand lingered on your arm. He did not let go yet, and you stood there, awaiting whatever came next with bated breath. A few moments pass in silence.

“And…” He took a deep breath, “Would it be alright if you made time to spend with Yuuji?” He asked, and despite the calm of his tone, you noticed the slight tension in his brow. The way his body seemed to be wound up tight with what seemed like nervousness? apprehension? Was he worried you would say no? Did he even want to make the request?

You smiled up at him, the urge to reassure him overpowering any sense of propriety. Using your hand, you gently peeled his from where it rested on your arm and covered it with both of your hands.

“Of course, I would love to. Yuuji is such a wonderful child, and I must commend you for the wonderful job you did raising him.” You squeezed his hand in yours, your eyes holding his gaze.

Something flashed across the king’s features, and he looked down at your joint hands, breathing out his relief. His eyes found yours once more, and you swore you could make out  the ghost of a smile on his lips. His features held a raw honesty, and you decided to commit the moment to memory, uncertain about if a moment like this would ever present itself again.

“Thank you,” was a quiet whisper between you two as you finally parted for the night.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, the light filtering in through the thick drapes did not feel quite as offensive as it had the days before. You rose with a warm feeling in your heart. A foreign peace that enveloped you. For once, you actually looked forward to the day.

By the state of the empty room, you knew that you had managed to wake before Alma diligently came in every morning to get you ready. The idea of having your own ladies-in-waiting lifted your spirits high. Finally, company that wouldn’t just cajole or serve you. The mere prospect brought a smile to your face.

You swung your legs off the bed, rolling your neck in a gentle stretch. Without thinking, your fingers reached for your nightstand, letting the soft velvet fabric of the king’s cape caress your skin. He wanted you to be Yuuji’s mother. And that despite the strong hesitation you had noted behind his features. Your mind returned to the small fragments of the story you knew about the dead queen.

Maybe that is why I am here, after all.

You had time to open the windows and freshen up before Alma knocked at the door, letting herself and the usual horde of maids in to dress you for the day. For once, the group did not move in dull silence. In fact, it seemed that even the maids who usually met you with cold indifference and apprehension had suddenly warmed up to you. They engaged in light chatter, suggesting jewelry that would complement your skin, and asking if you wanted to try a new menu for the spring.

Being perceived as close to the king sure did have its perks. Somehow, you had graduated from complete outsider to an actual member of the royal family in a way.

The rest of the day was spent carding through the files of various high-born ladies for the task of accompanying you. You mostly went with the head maid’s recommendations, trusting the small descriptions Alma gave you of each possible candidate. You were unsurprised about her clear disapproval of Mei, the sharp-tongued lady who had questioned you at the ball. And seemed pleased when you insisted on having the lady whose name you remembered to be Shoko in your entourage.

Having gone through the extensive list of possible candidates, you had picked out three ladies from the lot and insisted on penning them letters personally requesting their assistance. Afternoon tea and a light lunch was served by the time you were done, which was spend with stories of your home to Riko, the young maid who had wandered in with the food and the others.

The warmth that had woken you up carried you through the rest of the day. This place was starting to feel less and less like a cage, and you could not be more grateful, reminding yourself of horror stories that often followed political marriages. Soon after you finished eating, you decided to stretch your legs with a little walk in the garden, and Alma kept close to you.

“His majesty the king informed me of the request he made,” she spoke in a calm voice, pace matching yours.

“Regarding Yuuji?” You looked at her, and she replied with a nod.

“The young prince’s days are quite full. With his tutoring and other things,” She explained, “But we can arrange something depending on what you want.”

“I do not want to disrupt his usual flow of activities,” You paused by a tulip whose petals were wide open, caressing the soft tissue with your finger. “How about we ask him when he would like to spend some time with me?” You returned with a smile.

And so it was decided that you were to spend your early afternoons with Yuuji a few times a week, who explained that it was the best time to be outside. The boy was ecstatic when he learned of this new arrangement, and all but launched himself into your arms on that first afternoon together. You spent the time back at the library where your first day together had ended, cooped up on the smooth sofa, reading about his most peculiar interests.

Soon after, you received letters from your now ladies-in-waiting thanking you for your request and found yourself spending a few times a week holding tea parties with the small group, learning about the kingdom and its high society in a way that books could never cue you to.

Getting used to this life was becoming easy. Falling into the rhythm of your days reading, conversing with the ladies that were starting to become friends and playing with Yuuji in the afternoons. But you could not help but notice those brief instances when your path crossed with your husband. The king kept those moments nothing but polite. Like when Yuuji would drag the both of you into an activity, or when he would pass by the garden where you sat during a walk. He would greet you with a bow of his head, but the way his eyes lingered on you always made you want to squirm. The intensity of his gazes had started to ignite something in you. A longing for more of those chance encounters. A hope for maybe something more.

Is it bad to dream for something more?

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[trivialovehandles]

i haven't even finished the 21 days fics but i keep thinking about a future scenario of the minimoni one where jimin DOES find his limit like he mentions near the end (maybe he's getting winded too easily or he's tired of buying new clothes all the time or he's just really into his current size) and starts maintaining rather than actively gaining. and now that he's not so focused on the feeding aspect all the time, he gets to focus more on what it's really like to live in this new, fat body.

he goes to the gym and instead of taking it easy on a too-full stomach, he remembers the musclepig videos he used to watch and admires how now his own bulging stomach squashes against his thick thighs on the leg press.

he goes out dancing with his friends and rather than making sure he keeps himself supplied with the most caloric drinks all night, he takes to the dance floor almost immediately to bounce and shake and feel his ass jiggle to the beat, along with his belly that's hanging perfectly out of his crop top (because why should he have to change how he dresses for the club just because he's fat now? he likes crop tops, he's gonna wear a crop top!).

he shops for new outfits in specialty stores more often than not, because standard sizes in korea only size up to slightly chubby at best. most of the time, he has to buy clothes online, and when they arrive in the mail, he strips down right in the living room to give namjoon a fashion show. if the clothes fit, then great! if they don't, then it's still exciting to marvel at the way jimin's fatter body bulges out of places it never used to: sleeves that are too tight and squeeze the little wings of flab on his biceps, inner thigh seams that stretch and crackle when he tries to pull them up. that old, overgrown company t-shirt is practically a crop top by now, difficult to pull down to cover his pudgy overhang even with the cotton stretched to its limits.

at work, there are people now who never knew him skinny. to them, he's always been pear-shaped, chubby jimin. new hires and transfers are always surprised when they see the wedding photo washi-taped to the cabinet above his desk, taken just a few years ago, rail-thin jimin absolutely tiny in comparison to namjoon, who he's outweighed for a while now. they don't say anything, but he notices how their gazes fall to his thighs that take up the entirety of his desk chair and his belly that bulges over his waistbands to rest on top of them.

namjoon is just as affectionate as ever. jimin hadn't been sure how to approach him with the initial decision to start to maintain rather than continue to gain, but it was met with immediate enthusiasm and love. their nights are still spent cooking together, but jimin doesn't end the day out of breath from stuffing. in bed, he takes time to notice and admire how far namjoon's arms reach out now to pull him closer, and that when he lays on his side, his belly lays on the stretch of sheets in front of him.

jimin just takes up so much more space now than he used to, and it's exciting. the tight fit in his desk chair at work. the wide fit pants he has to special order because he's still short but he's got fat hips and a round ass. the way that he doesn't quite take up two seats on the bus but definitely can't fit anyone next to him (and okay, he feels a little bad for that one sometimes; he'll offer up his seat to expectant parents or elders or kids and stand instead if he has to). the fact that he and namjoon haven't been able lay side-by-side on the couch for a while and if they want to cuddle on it, one has to be on top of the other (and how that's usually namjoon anymore unless he particularly feels like being crushed because jimin has 80 pounds on him now).

jimin looks back at the version of himself who had just realized he'd accidentally put on weight, who thought he'd have to lose it to feel good until he realized he didn't have to lose it, and then he looks at himself now, the happiest he's been and also the fattest he's been. when he'd first talked about hitting limits, he thought that day would be met with dread and discomfort, but he likes this limit. his body feels good like this, thick and heavy and fat and his.

[pocket-sized-nightmare]

here’s my entry for day 4 of @gem-pearl-week 2024! today’s prompt is “godhood” :D

Pearl’s arrival into the Empires SMP is marked by confusion.

Everyone around her is dressed in their normal clothes. Save for a few missing pieces and lost inventories, they’re all exactly the same as they were before. And they’re all staring at her.

Pearl is too distracted by the entirely new universe they’ve all crash-landed in to figure out why for a few hours. It’s only while talking to a man who has to be Scott’s soultwin that she finally processes it.

Her normal T-shirt and black hoodie have been replaced by a flowing green dress. She wears golden sandals instead of scuffed black sneakers. Her hair is much longer than it should be, and it’s oddly straight and shiny – very different from the usual tangles that come from hours of building work. The only familiar thing about her outfit is a crown of sunflowers, her favorite flower since childhood. Scott tells her she looks familiar, but that can’t be right. She doesn’t even look like herself.

————

“Pearl, what in the world did you do to her?”

A redheaded dragon hybrid with scaly white wings curls up against her partner as they watch the world from above. “You could’ve at least given them all a transformation,” she continues.

“I didn’t mean to!” A goddess with a sunflower crown wraps a golden goose wing around her. “It just sort of happened, Gem. I’ve got no explanation for it.”

“This can’t be a coincidence,” Gem says. “I’ve been watching my soultwin from a thousand years in the future LARP an entire developed empire for the last six months. I didn’t even know yours existed.”

“It’s a comforting thought.” Pearl smiles. “Maybe we’re supposed to find each other in every universe.”

“Yeah.” Gem closes her eyes and takes in the warmth of Pearl’s embrace. “Still. You could at least give her a hello before you transform her in your image.”

Pearl swats Gem with her other wing. “I told you, that was a complete accident.”

————

“Princess Gem of the kingdom of Dawn,” Pearl repeats, reading over the signature on Dawn’s latest royal decree.

The new universe solves exactly one mystery: where on earth Gem’s been disappearing to every day. It’s comforting to know she hasn’t just been holed up in her Hermitcraft base. Dawn is developed and beautiful, and the empire’s builds all bear a distinct GeminiTay touch. Pearl could wander its winding roads for hours.

Beyond that, though, Pearl has a thousand more questions. How did Gem get through the rift before it was open? How did she find out about this world? Who’s the goddess in the stained-glass window of the church, and why does she kind of look like me? And above all, what on earth is going on with my new outfit?

She doesn’t have time to wonder for long before Gem appears behind her. “Hey, Pearl!”

Pearl drops the scroll and shrieks in surprise. “You startled me! How’d you get back there?”

“I’ve been here for a while!” Gem says with a grin. “How are you doing? Enjoying the kingdom?”

Pearl tries to put on a bright smile. “Yeah, it’s great! I can’t believe what you’ve done with the place.”

Gem sees straight through Pearl’s act. “Okay, I know you better than that. How are you really doing?”

Pearl sits down on a nearby bench and sighs. “I feel weird. Is that bad?”

“Nope. I felt like that when I stumbled on this place. Especially after…” Gem flutters her monarch butterfly wings. “I’m still adjusting to these things. It’s hard to be an elytrian. How do you do it every day?”

Pearl giggles. “Hard work and practice. And, you know, living with them all day, every day since age seven.” She elbows Gem playfully, then sighs. “Your friend Sausage keeps forgetting who I am.”

“Sausage forgets everything,” Gem says without a hint of concern. “He’ll get it back.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. He keeps calling me a goddess.” It occurs to her that Gem might be able to help her solve another mystery. “Do you know who Santa Perla is?”

Gem’s eyes light up. “Of course! She’s a farming goddess. There are all kinds of legends about her. Apparently she lived, like, a thousand years ago. I’ve heard a couple different versions of the story, but the main idea is that she was a guardian who was killed at the end of the world and then brought back to life by the king of Mythland. She’s supposed to bring protection and renewal.”

“Protection and renewal.” Pearl can’t help but smile at that. “Y’know, I don’t mind being compared to that. She sounds nice.”

“Come to think of it, she does kind of look like you,” Gem says.

“Aw, are you calling me pretty?”

Gem jokingly winks. “Brighter than the sun.”

————

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to reach her,” Saint Pearl admits.

Gem looks up from the pie filling she’s halfway through preparing and blinks in surprise. “I thought you never tried to visit the world below anymore.”

“I know. But she’s different.” Pearl grabs a spoon from the kitchen drawer and steals a spoonful of pie filling. “She’s basically my sister. I’ve got to say hello.”

Gem smirks. “And that’s all?”

“I’m not going to ask her if she’s in love with the ruler of Dawn, if that’s what you’re implying.” Pearl steals another spoonful of pie filling. “Oh, that’s really good. What is that, apple?”

“Golden apple and honey.” Gem moves the bowl out of Pearl’s reach with a grin. “I guess you’re right. We already know the answer.”

“Hey, now.” Pearl reaches for another bite of pie and misses by a mile. “I don’t want to make assumptions about her. Or your soultwin, for that matter.”

“She heard your story and immediately built a church for you. And you ‘just so happen’ to resemble her best friend on her home server.” Gem moves the bowl a bit further away. “Save some for the pie, you goofball.”

“And what are you suggesting we do? Play matchmaker?” Pearl moves a bit closer, surreptitiously reaching out a spoon.

“Nope,” Gem says, both to the suggestion and the attempted theft. “I don’t know. However they feel, we shouldn’t try to force them together. I just think we need to…”

“We should just…” Pearl says.

“...say hello,” they say at the same time.

Gem notices Pearl has another spoonful of pie filling in her hand. “Oh, don’t you dare!”

————

Climbing a tree at night is the most foolish thing Gem’s ever done.

In her very weak defense, she panicked. There was a creeper following her, and it’s hard to think straight when a murderous mob is on your tail. Besides, the tree provided a foothold to climb up to the roof of a nearby fisherman’s cottage. He’s out of the house that day, thank goodness – she doesn’t know what she’d do if anyone caught her like this.

With the creeper gone, Gem prepares to step down, then freezes. The ground below her is surrounded on all sides by zombies.

She reaches for her sword, then remembers she doesn’t have one. Gem can’t help but roll her eyes at the realization that she’s effectively the human equivalent of a cat in a tree. “I deserve this. That’s on me.”

From a few blocks away, someone calls, “You alright over there?”

Gem recognizes the voice and immediately puts her head in her hands.

Sure enough, Pearl swoops down and lands on the tree’s highest branch. “Well, now, what do we have here?”

“A lot of zombies,” Gem says.

Pearl peers down at the horde below. “I’m surprised you haven’t cut all their heads off by now.”

Gem sighs. “Well, uh. About that.” She looks down at her feet. “My character– I mean–” She clears her throat. “Princess Gem of Dawn doesn’t carry weapons.”

“A damsel in distress, huh?” Pearl ties her dress out of the way and climbs up to the roof. “Doesn’t sound like the Gemini I know.”

“Shut up and give me a sword.”

“Gladly.” Pearl tosses an iron sword to Gem, then takes her own diamond sword from her inventory. “This might be the last time I ever have better gear than you.”

“Oh, I’ve got full netherite armor on. You just can’t see it.” Gem hops down to the grass and begins taking out the zombies around her.

Pearl joins her after a moment. Gem can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that Pearl has clearly improved since Season 8. A selfish part of her hopes it’s because of their sparring practices.

Saint Pearl watches the sight on her television with one wing wrapped around Gem. “Aw, look at ‘em.”

“They’re such idiots,” Gem giggles.

“Because of the not-unrequited love, or because Gem didn’t have a sword?”

“Can’t it be both?” Gem says with a grin.

The last zombie disappears into a puff of smoke just as the sun peeks over the horizon. Pearl nudges Gem. “Hey, look. Dawn.”

Gem sits down and leans against the wall of the house. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Pearl sits down next to her. “So beautiful.”

Gem smiles at the sight of the sunrise. “We used to do this sometimes.”

“We still do,” Saint Pearl says.

Pearl sleepily grins. “Thank you for the adventure.”

Pearl rests her head on Gem’s shoulder. Pearl rests her head on Gem’s shoulder.

A soft sense of connection – of something finally feeling right – washes over Pearl and Gem at the same time. Gem yawns. “We should at least get a bit of rest.” She offers Pearl her hand. “Sleepover at my castle?”

“Gladly,” Pearl says.

————

Hello, Pearl.

Your new friends are right that you look familiar. The transformation was an accident, and I apologize for that. I’m not sure how to undo it – not when you’re on this server, I mean. I will say that the dress suits you. Its color matches your hair very nicely.

Anyway, that’s not why I’m here. I think I can speak to you and your friends in dreams. It’s much more clear than when I’m in person, at least. It’s true that I’m a goddess, but there’s much more to the story than people know. I was the ruler of Gilded Helianthia, a kingdom full of sunflowers. I learned to fight to protect my friends, much like the way you saved Gemini today. We have a lot in common. I suspect there’s even more that I haven’t yet learned.

My partner is asleep next to me. She’s holding my hand. I think you’d like her. We have that in common, too.

Thank you for making yourself known to me. I’m glad to finally meet you, and I hope we get to learn more about each other in the future. It’s nice to know I have a kind and protective soultwin to look after.

I suppose I might as well leave you with one more tidbit about me, considering you’re going to wake up soon. My partner is the former wizard and ruler of the Crystal Cliffs, a thousand years ago. I love her. She’s a real gem.

I hope you’re well, and that tomorrow brings you more adventures. It’s lovely to finally meet you.

————

When Pearl wakes up, there’s a potted sunflower on Gem’s bedside table that wasn’t there before. She picks it and adds it into her flower crown. “Good morning, Saint Pearl. Thank you for the gift.”

The princess of Dawn rolls over and curls up against Pearl’s side, snoring softly.

Pearl smiles. “And thank you too, Wizard Gem.”

[mothfables]

“Hey, Legend, I’ve been meaning to ask. Why do you not eat meat? N-Not that it’s an issue! I was just wondering.” Wind asks one night during dinner.

Legend pauses as he’s taking a bite of his own food. “Oh, um- I can, um, talk t’ animals.”

Wind’s mouth makes an ‘O’ shape. “...I can see how that would put you off, yeah.”

“Have you... always had that ability?” Twilight asks. Four looks intrigued; he’d explained once how he’d used what he called ‘jabber nuts’ during one of his adventures to be able to understand the minish as well as animals.

“No, I got it on my, um...” He stops to think for a moment, counting on his fingers. “On my second ‘venture. I went ta Holodrum an’ ended up havin’ ta save Din. She’s th’ Oracle o’ Seasons. Some o’ them can talk like people, like Ricky an’ Moosh an’ Dimitri! Th’ rest are jus’ normal animals.”

“Who are Ricky, Moosh, and Dimitri?”

Legend brightens, excited to talk about something from his adventures for once. “Ricky’s a kangaroo! He lost his gloves inna boxing match so I got ‘em back for him!” He mimes a boxing stance and throws a few punches. Sky dives to save his bowl from spilling onto the ground and instead holds onto it for him until he’s done.

“You can box?” Twilight looks surprised.

“Enough ta win a match!” He looks very proud of himself. “Moosh is a bear! He’s blue an’ has little white wings so he can fly an’ he likes sleeping a lot. Ricky an’ me met him when we were facing off against a buncha monsters. He woke up cause o’ all th’ noise and then we flew away and escaped.”

“And Dimitri?” Time prompts.

“Dimitri’s a dodongo!” More than one of them gape in surprise. “He’s real nice, an’ really good at swimming! You can tell it’s him cause he has a broken horn.”

[the-bed-gremlins-reading-list]

Hi hi, just stumbled in your if, and it seems really promising. I really like isekais and intruder-narrators, so it's literally my cup of tea. The mysteries in this series will going to be thick, I feel it, especially if gods are so present in the narration. Furthermore, i want to know who our killer is in the original world. Are we going to have flahes about the MC's last life?

As of a prompt, I would like one of AubbyXRune (cause I shipped them straight away, what can I say, I love a friends to lovers).

I became truly heartbroken when I saw that they are a Romantic Option, so please, my lord/lady/Lairdship, indulge my plea T . T

I haven't read the others' asks, and I haven't found out your pronouns... So what is your pronouns, dear author?

It was Truck-san, obviously. Okay, so the first world was supposed to be where the skills were developed originally but I decided I liked the mentor set-up with the Laetoria better.

Everything about the previous world is open to your HCs. The only set thing about the murderer on that path is that the MC knew them. I don't plan on having any flashes of the MC's last life. The only exception MAY be initiating a "Return" path - I'm still debating whether I even want to do that branch since it means that you're actively initiating the events from canon, including your brother's death.

"She" and "they" work best for my pronouns! Thanks for asking. :)

Auberon and Rune ended up being pretty cute together. Surprised me a bit how soft Rune is for Auberon, but it's a bit different a dynamic than they have with MC (where they and Auberon are more equals vs MC has always been someone Rune protects).

Characters: Auberon and Rune An evening early in their time in the Sun City.

The raven is young - and impatient - it's too intelligent eye fixed on them, then turning to look pointedly at the nearby refreshment table and then back again. It's been making warbling croaking noises at the knight for the last ten minutes without success.

“I don't have anything for you,” they inform the bird.

The feather-duster’s begging only got louder. A few heads turned from the garden party to stare. Rune put their most determined stoic knight face on - they are on duty. They silently remind themself that they are guarding their lord, stoically and professionally, and definitely not being bullied by a bird.

As if standing here in armor with their post in the sun, just beyond the relief of the shade from the tents wasn't bad enough.

They aren't even the one that's been feeding the local birds! (They're just always around when the asshole is bribing his favorite informants.)

“How cruel,” Auberon teases as he escapes from a tangle of other nobles. (Matchmaking, not politics, if the tightness around his eyes is anything to go by.) He lifts an arm up for the raven to perch on instead of the ornamental tree it has been using as its pulpit.

“This is your fault.”

“Mm,” the duke hums as he feeds the creature a treat. He's still wearing his courtly persona so his laughter is kept to his eyes as he fusses after the bird.

Rune glances to the nobles watching their…friend. Friend. It's an odd title - too much the truth and yet it feels like a lie.

And these Nasenii circle him with golden nets. Marriage proposals made it break his wings. Promises sweet as poison and twice as deadly -

Auberon leaves off playing with the bird and slips in the way of his view, blocking off the party, his eyes flashing faintly gold as he sends the young bird away.

“Your eyes,” his tone is quiet but firm.

A warning, a reminder that their…condition is not well known at that it is best for them all that it stays that way. Rune knows that and yet…

Auberon’s hand at the back of their neck, their foreheads pressed close. The scent of the inks made to dry unseen beneath the citrus scent the duke preferred, and the imagined smell of wind and salt air - of home - lingering beneath it all.

“There's the color I adore,” Auberon smiled as Rune felt themself settle. Their other side quieted in the presence of the one who is so much more than their friend and lord.

Rune reluctantly drew away. Their scars felt itchy under all those gazes and they were all too aware of the sweat building up beneath their armor.

Auberon turned to cast a gaze back at the party. “My sibling made their escape some time ago - perhaps we should do the same?”

“Please,” they murmured. Only remembering once they were away: “Wait - you wanted to speak with -”

“This way I can gather more blackmail before I approach regarding road repair - I think I am close to having several names to spook the minister with.”

[plumae-cupiditas]

{OOC ~ Rules + General info!}

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FYI, this is a secondary NSFW safe blog for my muse over at @mors-pulchritudo. (She is an adult, she is 23 in her species' years.) The rules for this blog are basically the same, except for a few changes. Namely rules 1 and 8.

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[sweetsuke]

i've officially joined ithaeli nation!! i can't stop thinking about them dzvbbcbbbgdd

putting my thoughts about them under the cut because. it's A Lot

okay here's just a rundown of why i initially thought they'd be neat together:

-they both wear hoods that cover the majority of their hair and things that cover the majority of their face

-they both have a connection to nature (eli with animals, ithaqua with the forest/wind)

-each of them are self-assured in their abilities

-both will do anything for those they love

-they have similar color palettes

now a specific scenario that won't leave my mind:

i'm thinking about eli's owl being injured during a duo match, maybe it sprains one of its wings or its eye is injured. regardless, it doesn't make its way back to eli during the match, not even when he's chaired and sent back to the mansion. eli, immediately assuming the worst, refuses to use his foresight for fear of what he'll see - his owl bleeding out in a clearing, or crushed underneath a pallet, all alone and unable to return to him. after all, that's the only reason it wouldn't come back, right?

cut to ithaqua, who's just finished a duo match. right before heading back to the manor, he spots a lump of feathers poking out of a group of bushes nearby - when he approaches it, he discovers an injured owl, who begins snapping its beak in defense as he gets closer. ithaqua is a new hunter, so he doesn't immediately recognize it as the seer's owl. instead, he simply sees an injured animal. ithaqua coos gently at the owl until it trusts him enough to pick it up, and then he cradles it in his tattered cloak before bringing it back to the mansion. he's a recluse by nature, so he doesn't share his discovery with the hunter he'd played the match with; it was none of their business, anyhow. (what he doesn't know is that the other hunter had been the one to injure the owl, who all the rest of the hunters had come to realize could take hit for a survivor and recover fine).

after returning to his room on the hunter's side of the manor, itahqua bandages the owl's wounds and catches rats and mice for it to eat since it can't hunt for itself. the owl grows to like ithaqua, who treats it with respect and doesn't seem to have any ulterior motive behind his actions. after the owl is recovered enough, ithaqua releases it outside, where it disappears into the nearby forest. ithaqua is happy to see it fly, even if he's a little sad to watch it go because he'd grown fond of it.

cut back to eli, who's basically given up on his owl ever returning at this point. it's been weeks by now, and he's come to accept the fact that something terrible happened to his beloved owl. he still hasn't used his foresight to see what happened to it, hating what he knew he'd see. he's been useless in matches since then, unable to help his teammates as he used to without the support of his owl. 

and then, during a match one day - eli's owl reappears. he barely registers the familiar bird call before it barrels into him from the air, cooing excitedly and pecking him affectionately as it returns to its perch on his shoulder as if it had never left. eli is so happy he cries. and so, so confused. his owl looks no worse for wear, despite having been gone for so long. he can't imagine where it'd been, why it had left; but his overwhelming relief is what takes precedence. he wins that match with the newfounded hope that comes from reuniting with a missing friend.

sometime later, maybe only a couple of days, eli is taking part in another match. it's against a hunter he's never met before, one that his fellow survivors speak of with worried voices: a hunter on stilts, as fast as the wind and as vicious as winter. eli focuses on decoding the second the match starts, set on staying out of the fray and protecting his teammates from afar. he uses his foresight to observe the hunter, watches the way the hunter moves as it chases the unfortunate doctor. he watches as the hunter downs his teammate, calls for his owl to move before his vision comes true. and then the weirdest thing happens: he watches as his owl swoops in to receive the attack meant for the doctor, only for the hunter to stop short and pause. eli's owl, in a baffling turn of events, lets out a delighted coo and flies up to land on the hunter's shoulder, where it pecks the hunter's masked face affectionately. eli's foresight fizzles out from surprise. deciding to see if he'd somehow miseen, he locates the hunter and approaches it, where sure enough, his owl is excitedly swooping around. eli can't begin to make heads or tails of what's going on.

ithaqua, on the other hand, is ecstatic. the owl friend he'd nursed back to health had shown back up! who cares if the timing wasn't the best? he hadn't expected to see the tiny owl ever again, let alone so soon. he carefully scritches the owl's head, taking care not to injure it with his elongated nails. he doesn't even notice when the survivor he'd been hunting runs away. he does, however, notice when the owl flies off, only to land a short distance away on a different survivor's shoulder. the survivor is unfamiliar, dressed head-to-toe in robes and wearing a strange blindfold. the owl pecks the survivor and coos, and ithaqua realizes the owl belongs to this survivor. oh. he hadn't even considered that the owl belonged to someone. he'd just assumed the owl had gotten injured because it'd been in the area, not because it'd been taking part in the match all those weeks ago. the survivor waves at ithaqua uncertainly, and inthaqua doesn't know how to respond so he activates his wind walk and takes off in the opposite direction.

idk how exactly they'd react to eachother past this point, but i think they'd eventually grow to be friends somehow. and eli's owl would try to wingman them together :3

[vulcan-bourbon]

writober 2023

day 10 — południca

In Polish folklore, the Południca, also called Lady Midday or the Noon Witch, is a female supernatural figure that roomed in the roamed field bounds, scaring away the children from ruining the crops. They are said to bring people to madness, and they were used to explain cases of heat stroke.

There were a couple of minutes left until noon. A lazy breeze was walking in the wheat field, as if it was dancing some kind of intricate dance with them, sometimes intensifying and pressing the ears almost to the ground, sometimes as if trying to pull them up to the clouds themselves. The latter absolutely apathetically and indifferently floated across the sky about their business, as if not noticing anything around them.

Especially Scar, who was sitting on a blanket in the middle of a golden wheat field. Around the man himself were scattered in a chaotic-rational (yes, exactly that) order, artifacts that were waiting in the wings.

- Come to me, my love. - he whispers to the wind, hoping that his words will reach the addressee.

Noon comes, and, as if on a click, everything around calms down.

And, as if his whisper had been heard, a couple of meters next to him appears the figure of a young man with light brown hair, pale skin, dressed in white robes that resemble a linen toga, but are not one.

The young man was covered with a white transparent blanket, but so thin and barely noticeable that one could see his violet eyes and a flirtatious smile directed at Scar.

On top of the bedspread and hair, like a crown, the ghost was crowned with a wreath of poppy flowers.

Goodtimes froze in place, afraid to even gasp in surprise that he was able to summon his lover... from the other world?

Scar doesn't have time to say anything before the figure in the blanket begins to hum softly:

- I am death and birth,

I am the rise and fall.

I am peace and struggle,

Rest and movement.

I am what you are looking for

What are you avoiding?

I am what you crave

And what are you rejecting...

— Grian, — Scar whispers barely audibly, wanting to touch his fiancé, but knowing full well that any unnecessary movement could make Xelqua disappear.

The wind freezes in place throughout the entire field, and further confirmation that Grian is next to him is that from the figure of the noonday, the ears of corn move around him when he runs his palm over them.

Time seemed to freeze around them; only noonwraith could move in this world, approaching Scar step by step and smiling more and more contentedly, each time getting closer to him.

The ghost sits down next to him on the blanket, hugging his knees with his arms and tenderly looking at his lover with his piercing amethyst eyes.

- You can’t count my faces,

There are countless incarnations.

I am your dying cry

And a groan of pleasure. - Grian sings, watching as Scar reaches out his hand, wanting to throw off the blanket from the ghost, and quietly laughs at this action, leaning in and quickly kissing him tenderly on the lips through the thin fabric.

Scar froze in place, wanting to respond to the kiss, but instead Grian pulled back laughing, turning his gaze to the ears of corn nearby and moving his palm over them, causing them to sway quietly.

- Grian, take me with you, please. - Scar whispers, looking at his lover who has turned away. - I know that you are an Watcher...

Xelqua shudders in place and turns to the man with a surprised look, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

- Maybe... we can be reborn somewhere and be together? - Scar says barely audibly with sadness in his voice.

Grian looks at the man for a short time, as if calculating something, deliberately teasingly thoughtfully putting a finger to his lips and looking at the sky, as if deep in thought.

Half a moment later, the ghost continues to sing:

- Know your death

Know your goodness.

Between fear and faith

Hope and ruin -

Only one choice

Just one step...

Scar's eyes light up, and he, unable to hold back any longer, pulls his lover towards him by the blanket to dive under the blanket and meet his lips with the creature that is destined for him.

The quiet, barely audible sound of the server rebooting restarted life in these parts.

The wind gently shook the ears of corn, as if awakening from a long sleep. The clouds floating across the sky looked thoughtfully at the field that existed under the midday sun, and completely not understanding where a blanket with a wreath of blood-red poppies appeared in the middle of the golden field.

———

song performed by Grian: Изида под покрывалом — Елена Ханпира, и Хелависа, musical "Последнее Испытание"

// english is not my native language, I hope for your understanding,,,,,,,,,,,

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

you said tma influenced your ttrpg, what ttrpg are you playing ? :O and are you a player or a gm ? (or even both idk)

I forgot to answer this--

Its a fully homebrewed one that I really need to rework. it's nearly 3 years old now and I've only done about 4 sessions. I'm the GM, although I'm still improving my storytelling skills. I'm a fic writer, improv is NOT my strong suit.

There's a lot I've written down, and so I really want to give a very basic overview of my ideas, so I'll just throw it all below this cut and you all can ask questions if you want. But this is going to be LONG winded and probably not make any sense.

Gods:

I made too many of them, and they only really make sense to me. Lore wise, they didn't make this world. They found it. They didn't know something was here before them, and don't realise its REALLY angry that they've claimed domains and stolen its power. In terms of the gods currently in charge, we've got:

Dark and Black (2 facets of darkness, and they might just be the same dude.)

Frost, Snow, and Glacier (again, facets of Winter, might all be the same thing)

Death (fr just mumza, ill be honest)

Sky and Air (air's the winds, skys the ..sky, and also gets the trickster archetype)

Light (all my homies hate light, they're dangerous and bored)

Water (dead)

Locations (only the interesting ones):

Winter: winter trio's domain, noone can survive there.

Frozen Woods: also winter trio's domain. a snowy forest of ginormous, and i mean BIG, petrified trees. the petrification all happened at the same time, isn't that weird.

The Dark: Dark and/or Blacks domain, they fought over it a long time ago but noone knows who won. The place is surrounded by mountains and is full of glowy crystals. It also should be super cold but theres thermo vents under it and also hot springs around.

Creeping Wastes: Death's domain, but used to be Dark and/or Black's. Lore wise, it used to be part of The Dark. They share part of the mountains and its also surrounded by mountains but has a little access to the ocean. The people don't know this though, since something happened that put a blight over the entire land to the point nothing can live there. Fun!

Shrouded Peaks: Air's domain. It's a bunch of mountains that form like a horseshoe that faces out onto the ocean. Its really cool and misty there.

The Exiled: A few island off the coast of the Shrouded Peaks. Noone knows what its like over there but that's where bad people get sent. Ya know, ethically!

The Blinding Desert: Light's domain. Used to be all lush like The Wildlands (forest), but something happened and noooow its a desert. woohoo. Noone really goes there if they can help it because theres a river in the way. Beyond that is the Shores but they arnt toooo interesting right now.

Creatures:

Dark Satyrs. When Dark and Black fought over The Dark (and what's now the Wastes), the energy infested the crystals that were growing there, and the Dark Satyrs popped out! They still pop out of the glowy crystals, and the crystals grow on their bodies. That's how they denote families, too, since they aren't related by blood, but instead by vein!

Dragons: I'm not going to do my funky spelling for these for everyone's sake (Dragoens) but this pretty much where the egg's designs come from for me. they're like reptile people with no wings and feathery tails and shoulders. They were made by Air and given funky patterns and colors by Light. They live on the shrouded peaks in big groups. They can fly, even without wings, by bending the energy around them. But they think it comes from the gods specifically, so they're very religious. Oh, also they have 2 sets of horns! the top set is pretty similar to the satyr's horns, but the second set come out a bit behind the ears and curl down towards the front usually.

Ice Fairies: again, I won't do the funny spelling for you all (Faeries). They were made by the winter trio, and live in the frozen woods. They've hollowed out homes in the trunks and decorate the trees. the faries have twisty horns on the tops of their heads and big ol delicate wings on their backs. if the wings get hurt they CAN heal, but it'll come back discolored. the discoloration depends on their diet though, so they have some fun risky tattooing the do sometimes.

Stone Golems: Death got sad that it couldn't create life, so it carved some golems out of "living stone" from the Wastes. It used some left over soul material from the dead to animate them. They can't really die, but they also don't have enough of a soul to pass on if they do, so they bond their soul with another's so they can pass on with them and go back home to Death :]. Its like c!Skeppy and c!Bad, but the other way around. Stone Golems have a very close relationship with their soul bond, and can read their emotions and stuff.

There's more creatures that I'll quickly sum up, like Candles (failed creature by Light), Prisms (like a siren made of colors. by Light), Black Ice (Big monster in the sea by Dark and Glacier), Walker Wraiths/Darsite Husks (sleepwalking demon -> modified creature that took its body but really isn't all that bad if you know how it works), Shadows (lost souls because of improper reaping), Crystal Golems (long story, but the Wastes WERE a part of the Dark so you know) and definitely some more that I can't think of.

So!

Any questions :]?

[life-of-a-dinosaur]

Current On Rotation: 06/23/23

"Euclid" by Sleep Token

It's taken me a long time to digest the album, honestly I'm still unpacking the masterpiece and the huge swings that Take Me Back To Eden took. It's unlike anything I've heard in this alternative/metal music space. But I'm also new to the metal genre.

The song that has stuck with me the most by far is the closer, "Euclid," and the track feels even more epic as it's a closer not just for this album, but for all three: Sundowning, This Place Will Become Your Tomb, and Take Me Back to Eden.

And what an epilogue this song is, from start to finish. It's almost overwhelming for me to decipher and type out as I relate so much to the song and one's personal journey overcoming an abusive relationship. Hearing Vessel finally releasing Sleep and choosing himself instead was equal parts overwhelming vulnerable and incredibly healing. I cannot imagine how he felt as a human and musician creating this song and the final chapter of this three album long story.

I honestly could write an essay for each verse of the song, but I will try and just pick my favorites.

Beginning with the second verse and the complexity of feelings after overcoming an abusive relationship. It is layered in so beautifully and to me, very meticulously. From wanting that person far from you, but also still caring for them so much that you'd bring HEAVEN to them if they couldn't find it themselves. You'd still put them first after all the hell they put you through.

"But hope to God you don't know this feeling Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry A parallel I would lay my life on So if your wings won't find you Heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone"

DAMN, he'd bring salvation to them, he cares so much for them that he would literally cause the skies to fall for them. I love the use of the word "bygone," as their relationship is now a relic of the past, but also that he would gather the forces, and the power, of the past and beyond for them to see peace.

It's so powerful and confessional that he notes how similar they were, that they were on parallel paths, so of course he loved them and cannot easily let them go. There was a reason that he fell in love with them in the first place.

Then the reminiscence in the following verse and the wondering if they still think of them as the rain falls, then him admitting that he cannot see the fall leaves without remembering them. What a vulnerable admission.

"Do you remember me When the rain gathers? And do you still believe That nothing else matters?

For me It's still the autumn leaves These ancient canopies That we used to lay beneath"

You're almost like, will he go back? Does he have the rose colored glasses on? Is he lost in the nostalgia of how it was in the beginning?

But then the lyrics that were like a tidal wave of relief came through.

"The night belongs to you This bough has broken through I must be someone new

No, for me."

Jesus. I burst into tears when this part hit on my long drive in the winding canyon roads. Then I played it over and over again listening as Vessel took his power back. And I thought about all the years of work that I've done to get back to myself and I cried even more.

Then the intertwining with the repetition of the first and second verses, a copy of a copy, which is what Euclid means, as the song continues, but it's so masterful that it's not a cacophony of sound, but an unwinding of pain and love. Instead he has moved on. Instead he has chosen himself. Not the seemingly all powerful God Sleep, but himself.

The ending lines that are a callback to the opening track of Sundowning, "The Night Does Not Belong To God" with the repletion of lyrics as the song fades out was a beautiful touch and felt like a true ending of the book that was this complicated and brutal relationship.

"The whites of your eyes Turn black in the low light In turning divine And we tangle endlessly Like lovers entwined I know for the last time You will not be mine So give me the night, the night, the night."

And Now, the Night belongs again to Vessel, but it will always hold the memory of their love.

Wow. I'm crying now even as I type this out as the song plays on repeat from my laptop speakers.

I hope that if you need this song, these albums, and this band that it finds you. I hope that it brings as much healing to you as it has done for me and from what I can interpret, for Vessel as well.

Happy Spinz Everyone. <3 <3 <3

[ghostcasket]

T for the OC Alphabet ask game?

Ok i’m gonna cheat a little bit with this one >:)

Tersekova “Kova” Martínez - they/them - 22 at time of introduction (i think. don’t quote me on that)

Ho Boy. Where to even start with Kova Martínez.

They’re another Valiersverse character, because VV has got me by the throat and has Had me by the throat for over a literal year, and they only exist because I thought @aritany’s Rehaan should have a cool partner, and then Alex was like ok bet and now their wedding is fully planned.

So Kova is majoring in mechanical engineering at UofV, because they’re a freakishly smart little goblin who likes to build things that may or may not explode. Valiers is a sort-of magical place, and Kova has some of that magic within themself, which allows them to make things that should not technically be possible to make, like little semi-sentient animatronic beasties brought to life by a combination of gears and wind-up springs and a sprinkle of magic; or a pair of Daedalus-like wings that are also sort of a jet pack. It’s very cool, they’re very cool, their workshop is absolute and utter chaos. They have built weapons that would put them on so many government watchlists so fast if said governments knew about them.

They’ve got 4 siblings, 2 younger brothers and 2 older sisters, whom they’re all on excellent terms with. Their family is hugely important to them—it was just the 5 of them and their dad for a while, Struggle Bussing after their mother went to prison for fraud and identity theft and left them with some major debts, because she sucks so much asshole and we hate her. She’s the one to blame for Tersekova, by the way.

Anyway, the idea was for them to have a sweet little coffee shop romance with Rehaan, but then because Alex and I are both absolute goblins who can’t be chill for a single second ever, we were like “what if instead of cute and fluffy this was just so fucking horrible for both of them” and, well, that’s some excellent points, can’t really argue with that, so now both of them are Suffering, Majorly. (But it’s ok because they get their happy ending. They buy a farm. Rehaan starts a veggie garden. It’s very wholesome.)

I’m gonna cut myself off here, because I could talk about this clown literally for ever, but thank you so much for the ask and the excuse to ramble!!

[soufsidesiren]

blog entry 5: misty rain

today was quite a full day. a full three parter. this morning i woke up around 8am. helped my grandmother get ready for her morning for the first time in a while (a task my father seldom leaves to anyone other than himself). cooked breakfast for my family and did the dishes while i played a jazz vinyl set on yt which is later exchanged for let's make a deal followed by the price is right as is typical for the 10 and 11oclock hours at home. a ton of seemingly menial tasks, but i really found such joy the routine of it all today. it reminded me of the mornings i used to spend in my apartment in los angeles, the only difference was being able to share these moments with my family.

i don't know why but i felt particularly sentimental about my drive to babysit today. maybe because its probably my last time for a while seeing my little angel with such regularity. honestly the fifty-minute drive across town has gotten me way more comfortable with driving and spending time in the car than i could have otherwise anticipated. between the phone calls catching up with friends and new playlists, albums, and djs the car has become a very comforting and intimate quasi third space for me. a misty rain glazed my windows as flew down 75 and for the first time i actually noticed the leaves beginning to change. my typical route now spotted with hues of muted red and yellows nestled between the usual expansive stretches of seemingly endless green. atlanta. my city in the forest. slowly peeks between trees and over hills finally revealing her damped silhouette above the tree line like the castle of the final boss. i have come to learn and love the winds and hills that hide her away for safekeeping.

today was a short day with the little one. i arrived around noon put him down for his nap then woke him after two. because of the rain, there was no park visit today. instead we spent the afternoon exploring the pages of a new book i found yesterday in closet. he has really been enjoying identifying the animals and colors on each page. after a bit of reading, we had lunch. it been really beautiful to watch his appetite grow and his willingness to try new foods expand under my care. while i don't think i can take credit for it, it has been nice to witness regardless. then it was time for me to go, and as if he knew i was leaving for a while my little one gave me a long embrace unlike his usual indifference to my going. today he nestled his cheek up against mine and said "bye bye.. domgameek" oh i will miss the innocent butchering of my name.

then back on the road. sounds sponsored by a friend's dj set. i love the way they put music together and this summer set still plays incredibly through this vivid fall day. i weather through traffic and don't mind to much as it gives me time to enjoy the rain and music all to myself.

then at home. my mother and grandmother hurry out the door for a concert. leaving me, my father, and brother to our own devices. my mother has left the chicken out for me to make dinner. a task that my father is surprised she has entrusted to me and that i so readily obliged. oh, the role of the eldest daughter. i feed myself and tidy my things. find a good playlist and get to the task. part three of my day has begun and honestly, i still enjoy the labor. i catch up with my father. share with him all the fun things i've found this week and that i've started a blog on tumblr. "is tumblr still a thing" he says "to me it is" i reply. "i used to have tumblr. it was good for pictures". i don't inquire about what types, but my father is an enigma that never ceases to surprise me. he eventually returns to his room leaving me to my work. i season the wings my mother has left for me and let them marinade until eventually throwing them into the air fryer. i start work on a playlist i'd been meaning to finish since i found the opening track after being inspired by all the good listening of the day. a call from a friend on the road breaks my temporary solitude. i've missed their voice and stories. their experience is a source of constant inspiration to me. grateful for the call. we catch up for what never feels like long enough. i finish with the evening an edible, a bit of yoga and now here i am writing.

this has been my most thorough entry yet, nothing particularly remarkable happened but i wanted the day to exist as richly as i experienced it. until tomorrow