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aventurineswife · 1 month ago

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Ok.. NOW THR OPPOSITE OF THAT REQUEST! the reader is the one waking up from a horrible dream and is shaken up from it!!! (With the same characters.)

“No Nightmare Shall Part Us”

Tags: Kaveh x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nightmares, Fluff, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of Death (in dreams), Emotional Distress, Themes of Loss and Fear.

You woke with a gasp, your body jolting upright in the darkness. The dream lingered, a vivid and haunting specter of Kaveh, crumpled beneath the weight of a crumbling palace—his palace. You could still hear his voice, soft and full of regret, whispering your name before the silence swallowed him whole.

Heart pounding, you pressed your hand to your chest, trying to remind yourself it wasn’t real. But the ache of the dream felt too sharp, too visceral. The bed beside you was warm, but empty, amplifying your fears.

“Kaveh?” Your voice was a tremulous whisper as you turned.

The faint shuffle of fabric reached your ears. The dim glow of Sumeru's moons filtered through the window, casting gentle light on the figure curled up in a chair by the desk. Kaveh sat hunched over, his hair catching the moonlight like threads of gold, an open sketchbook in his lap.

At the sound of your voice, he stirred, rubbing his eyes before offering you a tired smile. “You’re awake? I didn’t mean to fall asleep here. I was just working on something for a client.”

Your chest tightened with both relief and lingering fear. In three strides, you were by his side, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders before he could say another word.

“Hey, hey,” Kaveh murmured, startled. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought I lost you,” you choked out, tears spilling freely now.

His hands rose instinctively to rest on yours, his touch warm and steady. “What? Lost me? What are you talking about?”

You buried your face against his shoulder, the scent of parchment and ink grounding you. “I had a dream. It was horrible. The palace was collapsing, and you… you didn’t make it out.”

Kaveh froze for a moment, his sharp eyes softening as he turned to face you fully. “Oh, my love,” he whispered, pulling you into his lap. “I’m here. I’m fine. It was just a nightmare.”

“But it felt so real.” Your voice cracked, and his thumb gently brushed away a tear from your cheek.

“Shh,” he soothed, his own heart aching at the sight of your distress. “I promise you, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve faced setbacks, sure, but as long as you’re with me, I’ll always find a way to keep going. And if anything does happen to me, well…” He hesitated, then chuckled softly, his humor a balm for your nerves. “Alhaitham would probably find a way to annoy me back to life.”

A shaky laugh escaped you, and Kaveh smiled, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “See? No need to worry. Now, how about we both go back to bed? You’ll need your rest if you plan to keep scolding me about overworking tomorrow.”

You let him guide you back under the covers, his arms encircling you as you rested your head against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful sleep, the nightmare banished by the warmth of his presence.

The dream was a storm of golden light and ash, tearing Sunday from your grasp. His wings, once radiant, crumbled under the weight of his own guilt, and you could only watch as he fell into an abyss of shattered stars. His voice, calm and resigned, echoed: “You’ll do better without me…”

“No!” you screamed, bolting upright, the darkness of the train cabin pressing in around you.

“Is something wrong?”

The soft, airy voice brought you back to reality. You turned sharply, finding Sunday perched on the edge of the bed, his hair glowing faintly in the ambient light. His eyes, tranquil yet filled with concern, studied you.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “You’re here,” you whispered, tears streaking down your face.

“Of course I am,” he replied, his brow furrowing slightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing. “I… I had a dream. You… you were gone, Sunday. You left me.”

His expression softened, his hands enveloping yours. “Oh, my dear,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. “I’m sorry my presence in your dream caused you such pain. But I’m here now, and I won’t leave you willingly.”

You clung to him, his warmth and the gentle rustle of his clothes against your skin chasing away the remnants of the nightmare. “I can’t lose you,” you whispered, burying your face against his chest.

“And you won’t,” he promised, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. “Even if the world crumbles around us, I’ll find a way to stay with you. You’re the anchor that keeps me from losing myself.”

The two of you stayed like that, the hum of the Astral Express a comforting backdrop. Eventually, Sunday shifted, guiding you to lie back down. He wrapped his arms around you, his halo casting a faint glow over the room.

“Rest now,” he whispered, his voice like a lullaby. “No dream, no nightmare, can touch us when we’re together.”

And as his steady breathing lulled you to sleep, you knew his words were true.

The sound of battle lingered in your ears as you jolted awake, heart racing, breath hitching. In your dream, Feixiao stood alone amidst a sea of abominations, her swords flashing with desperate precision. You screamed for her to retreat, to run to safety, but she wouldn’t—she couldn’t. When she finally fell, her blood staining the ground, the anguished cry you let out was enough to tear you from sleep.

You sat up, your chest heaving as you struggled to remember where you were. The familiar room of your shared quarters slowly replaced the carnage of your dream. Beside you, Feixiao lay peacefully, her hair spilling across the pillow like moonlight on water. The steady rise and fall of her chest confirmed she was alive.

A shaky sob escaped you, and without thinking, you reached out, clutching her arm as though she might vanish if you let go.

“Feixiao...” you whispered, voice trembling.

Her eyes opened instantly, sharp and alert even in her half-asleep state. She shifted toward you, her expression softening when she noticed your distress.

“Another nightmare?” Her voice was low, steady—a soldier’s voice, but gentle enough to soothe your panic.

You nodded, unable to form words as the tears began to fall. She pulled you into her arms, letting you bury your face against her shoulder.

“It’s alright,” she murmured, stroking your hair. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her scent—clean and metallic, tinged with a hint of jasmine—grounded you. You clung to her tightly, your fingers tangling in the fabric of her pajama as though anchoring yourself to reality.

“I dreamed you… you didn’t come back,” you finally choked out.

Feixiao cupped your face, her thumbs brushing away your tears as she leaned close. “I fight for you, yue liang. I’ll always come back. Even if the stars fall, I’ll find my way back to you.”

You believed her. How could you not, when her gaze held such fierce determination?

The cold void of space haunted your mind as you bolted upright, your heart hammering against your ribs. The dream had felt so real: Ratio, standing alone before a collapsing star, his hair whipping wildly in the heat of destruction. He smiled, his voice calm and calculated, even as the flames consumed him.

“No!” you gasped, turning toward him instinctively.

There he was, lying beside you, his alabaster mask discarded on the bedside table. His hair spilled across the pillow, his face relaxed in peaceful slumber. You reached out with trembling hands, needing to feel his warmth, to confirm he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination.

Your fingers brushed his shoulder, and he stirred, his eyes flickering open.

“Ah, lumen,” he murmured groggily, his voice rich and smooth even in sleep. “What troubles you?”

You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb gently wiped a tear from your cheek. “I… I dreamed I lost you,” you admitted, your voice cracking.

Ratio sat up, his brows furrowing slightly in concern. He reached for your hand, his grip firm yet comforting. “Dreams are but shadows, distortions of the mind,” he said, his tone softening. “But I am here, tangible and alive.”

You nodded, though the residual fear still clung to you. Sensing your hesitation, he tugged you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I am far too stubborn to let fate claim me,” he said, his usual confidence tinged with warmth. “I still have much to do—and much to protect.”

His words eased the ache in your chest. You nestled against him, his steady presence chasing away the remnants of your nightmare.

The roll of dice echoed in your ears as you woke, gasping for air. In your dream, Aventurine had gambled everything—his fortune, his freedom, even his life—and lost. His carefree smile had faded as the odds turned against him, and his final words to you, “Don’t cry, my gem,” still rang in your head.

You turned sharply, desperate to find him. There he was, lying on his side, his hair falling messily across his eyes, closed in peaceful slumber. His soft smile remained, as if he were dreaming of something pleasant.

Your hand trembled as you touched his cheek, unable to hold back the sob that tore from your throat. “Kakavasha,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

His eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, before they landed on you. “Hmm… Did my gem have a bad dream?” he asked, his tone light yet laced with concern.

“I… I thought you—” The words caught in your throat as tears spilled down your face.

He sat up instantly, his expression softening as he cupped your face in his hands. “Shh, I’m here,” he murmured, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. “I’m always here.”

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he began to hum softly, the familiar melody grounding you.

“Life’s a gamble, my love,” he said after a moment, his voice low and soothing. “But I’d never wager something as precious as you. No odds in the universe could make me leave your side.”

His words brought a shaky laugh to your lips, and you looked up at him, your fear slowly dissipating. “Promise?”

“On every card in the deck,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now, come back to bed, my gem. The night is still young.”

"Yue Liang" means "Moon" in Chinese.

Feixiao acknowledges you as her anchor and a source of light amidst her personal struggles.

It also conveys affection and intimacy, showing that she cherishes you as someone irreplaceable and vital in her life.

"Lumen" is Latin for "Light."

It signifies you as Ratio's guiding light, someone who illuminates his path amidst the darkness of ignorance or isolation.

The nickname also mirrors Ratio’s respect and admiration for your importance in his life, showing that your presence brings clarity and purpose.

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jingler · 4 months ago

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Wizard101 Pov: you're scrolling on spiralblr some point around arc 2

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I'm never going on a field trip again THEY PUT ME IN A FUCKIBG ZOO

🌈 gayrizzleheim Follow

A field trip to a zoo doesn't seem too bad??

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No you misheard me. I'm not at the zoo, I'm in the zoo. As in, I'm in one of the cages and people are taking pictures of me.

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Can there stop being attacks on the spiral for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES????

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YES.

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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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🌋 spawnofhellhound Follow

Idk if I'm just dumb but I truly don't understand colonization in the spiral. Like you travel through time and space and through the stars and find an entirely different world doing just fine and you say, "that's mine now" ???????

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spiralblr simplifying and overexageratting other worlds' problems. why am I not surprised.

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NOT WHAT WE'RE CALLED

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⚰️ wolf-deathsinger Follow

stopped by the back of ravenwood for the first time in a while and malorn ashthorn was there still lmao I guess it makes sense for the younger students to be taught there so they don't have to go all the way to nightside but what a flashback

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If you think I'm mentally prepared to take on the real world after Ravenswood you got another thing coming. I'm guarding that pit til I die.

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ok first of all didnt know you have spiralblr hi second of all does....does ambrose know you're still squatting there teaching the younger students?

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Titan knows. I don't think that man leaves his office. I get a sack of gold each month but I think gamma is in charge of finance.

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The owl? That's why my student loans got fucked up 🤦‍♂️

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ew, what is a specieist doing here

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I am sick and tired of all you pretend activists calling me marleyboner. It's literally a slur. Idc if you think it's funny to shit on worlds you deem ~problematic~ but disrespecting an entire world's name like that is unacceptable.

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this you?

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i love posts where you can see exactly why the op is deactivated

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listen i have nothing against wizards visiting celestia but if you do can you please use a mount that makes sense for the area. yall have no idea how terrifying it is when you leave your house with your crab friends and a fucking horse starts swimming toward you.

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about to go fight this wizard in the spiral cup ill post the video later

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i got my ass beat bruh im not posting that shit

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Why we should have expected the y**ng w*z*rd destroying Azteca (part 1)

yw crit under the cut

i have to put something here but i do not have the energy to write an entire essay from ladyorielfan23's perspective so imagine a super angry rant here about how problematic the young wizard is omg why would you say that ladyorielfan23 also my apologies for fucking up the lore in the last dashboard simulator i have no idea what this game's plot is

#intellectual monologue #wizzy #wizard101 #long post #fake post #unreality #dashboard simulator

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mochamadeleines · 4 months ago

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Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that.

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!”

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend?

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss.

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out. He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-”

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid.

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady.

“Careful.”

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.”

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy.

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church.

Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him.

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying.

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him.

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?”

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it.

Clink!

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?”

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial.

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.”

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.”

Javi thinks for a moment, curious.

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.”

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.”

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there.

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again.

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,”

“Hiii.”

“Can I take you home?”

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is.

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door.

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?”

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least.

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.”

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command.

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit.

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand.

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there.

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot.

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette.

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly.

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy.

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you.

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

“Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you.

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool.

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege.

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

#javier peña #narcos #pedro pascal #mocha writes #javier pena x reader #narcos fanfiction #smut #javier x reader #javier pena x you #oneshot #tired of over analyzing this so im just posting SIGHHSHSSS

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sturnsmadl · 7 months ago

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mute 2.

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contains-no use of y/n, cursing, light fluff, unestablished friendship, mentions of tough time at school

pairing- grumpy!chris x mute!reader

please read the authors note at the bottom :)

its chris' second day and to your suprise he's not very liked so far, you managed to escape from him yesterday but today was different. it was like he was tracing your every step because when you turn around? he's there. it was lunch period and normally you go to the old makeout cupboard, where everyone would go make out with their boyfriends, seniors, ex's and even other people's girlfriends. that was until the teachers found out and another random closet started getting used. instead of constantly sitting in a bathroom stool and getting made fun of you starting using the closet to finally eat lunch in peace.

Flashback!!

after you left the classroom you head straight for the cupboard and sit down on the floor against one of the shelving units. you open ur beat up, pink lunchbox you've had for as long as you can remember and look over what you packed for yourself today. lunch ends just before u can finish and you pack up quickly, needing to leave the cupboard before the halls fill up and people realise where you disappear to at lunch.

Flashback ends!!

unfortunately chris had a feeling, and a strong one too. chris could sense something was off about your silence and even if you were hated for it he would figure out what it was, he'd made the effort to follow you around like a spy for the whole day and at lunch he finally saw where you disappeared into yesterday. he has no clue why your hiding in there all the time but he knows he's going to find out either way. he follows you and waits a few minutes before opening the door and going in, closing it behind him. you look up from the floor and see him, your heart immediately stops and you, as usual stay completely silent.

"what the fuck..."

he stares at you then you see his expression slightly soften which suprises you as its completely different from the whole mean, tough demeanor he gives off. he sits down opposite you and sighs to himself as he looks around where youve been sitting at lunch for god knows how long.

"what are you doing? there's empty tables out there.."

you shrug softly obviously not going to speak and tell him your hiding so no one can see you eating alone, he looks at your beat lunchbox, your old backpack and your clothes and he can already tell your not the luckiest of people but he still thinks your insanely beautiful and just simply misunderstood.

weeks later

its been around 2 weeks since chris found your spot and everyday without fail he's came in and sat on the cold floor with you to eat his lunch just so ur not completely alone. he's always rambling about his day or how another teacher has become one of his worst for simply asking him to do his work, of course you dont say anything but you listen to him and you nod to show him your listening. you've weirdly became kind of comfortable around chris which isnt a feeling youve felt in a while and your honestly thinking about speaking to him while he rants on about how shit his old school was and how he's glad he was finally kicked out so he could start again. your so tempted to speak and while he's mid sentence you crack.

he groans " and the gym teacher? actually the biggest dick ive ev-"

"chris." you whisper just loud enough for his head to shoot up in shock.

a/n- ok i know this is also very boring :/ but i swear now that shes talking its gonna be a lottt better and more entertaining!

edit- wait i hate this dm omg. i promise promise promise that next part will be juicyyy

tags! @bellaonthelow @muchloveforhacker @moonk1ss3d @sturnclouds @christophersgf @ellizzyy @fratbrochrisgf @phoenix062 @pixxiies @conspiracy-ash @blahbel668 @monroesturnns @gwennybenny @sturnobsessedwh0re @pixie-sticks-are-good @wurlibydominicfike @anitahunt @ilusa @watchu-mean-baby-keem @babyalliah-777 @imtheprett @sturniolo-fann @coochiedestroyer1 @scarlettbitches

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thechaoticcheese · 10 days ago

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Hey. Hey guys.

Human!Simon x Merman!Johnny, but Simon is fuckin suicidal. HEAR ME OUT- HEAR ME OUT-

This would be like modern times-ish, in like a fishing town or something, but a costal town nonetheless. Simon is probably some sort of like local law enforcement, but he used to like his job. When Tommy and his family died, everything just stopped mattering to Simon. He started using sick days. Thanks to it being a small-ish town, there are people who are trying to keep Simon afloat, like Price, someone who helped him and Tommy away from their dad, but unfortunately couldn't help out their mother. Price checks up on Simon everyday, and started doing it more often when he stopped taking care of himself. One day, Simon decided to just end it. He walked over to one of the many cliff edges that led to the ocean, where he and Price spread Tommy and his family's ashes. Simon says his last goodbyes to the ocean but did not leaving a note or a text or anything. He just wanted to disappear. He was happy and relaxed when he fell into the ocean. And unfortunately for him, due to his limpness, he only broke a few bones, probably a few in his arms due to how he fell. And another unfortunately, Johnny, the merman, was splashing around the area and playing with Kyle, playing a game they made up of searching for weird things at the bottom of the cliff that get lost there. It was Johnny's turn and he saw Simon barely floating, struggling to try to stay afloat. Johnny saves his life and tries not to let Simon see him, but one Littler Mermaid scene later (minus the singing) and Simon is just enamored with the idea that some sea creature save him on the beach. He laid for hours just trying to process things when Price finds him and takes him to the hospital.

Simon is now obsessed with that beach. Price is happy he's out of the house and taking care of himself, but he was worried about this mermaid business and how quickly Simon got obsessed with that specific beach. Simon starts talking with a local fishermen, Alejandro, and he confirms that there are some sort of merfolk in the ocean, but that they're hella shy so, Simon takes a job with Alejandro. Price decides to tag along due to not wanting to leave Simon alone again.

Uh yeah I guess pairing the obv AleRudy with this, gonna try to see how I feel about GazxPricexNik in this, Nik is also a merman but way more ok with people seeing him.

Gonna make this a thing, just give me some time lmao.

#cheese rambles #mermaid au #cod au #ghoap au #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #price cod #captain john price #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #rudy cod #rudy parra #alerudy #gazpricenik #UH if you got any questions feel free to comment or shoot it to my mailbox!

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diejager · 1 year ago

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1: I love your blog so much you are awesome.

2: Can I be added to the cod tag lists?

3: Idea for venom-hunter fic: the boys don’t know venom auto-heals and they watch Hunter get like… shot or sm and freak out and it’s angsty but it’s ok bc they heal right away and it’s fluffy in the end (popped into my head and I wanted to share)

1: Hi Parker! I love you too☺️ 2: I’m sorry I didn’t see this before now, but of course! I added you.

What if Hunter was Venom? Pt.2

Pairing: Monster 141 + Horangi & König x reader

Cw: blood, injury, canon-typical violence, gutting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.3k

Price felt his age catch up to him when he watched an enemy unload his whole mag into your - Venom’s - chest, the dark skin rippling at the surface like water breaking with every drop. He knows that under the surface was your body, hidden under his mass and strength, but Price was still worried. How couldn’t he worry when he kept you so close to his heart?

Even after watching Venom rip apart the men who shot at him - you - spraying their guts around the area, blood painting over the grey asphalt, dripping down from the tip of his claws. Venom was a menace from close up as he was from afar, he could spot anyone from kilometres away as long as he had a clear view, Venom could hear so clearly, his ears much more attuned to your environment and danger.

You could easily be sent out alone in some situations, Venom coming in to help whenever he thought you were in danger, forcefully or not. They could hear the crackle over the coms, Gaz spotting your form jumping from one building to the other, swinging from tree to tree or rushing through the enemy line like a battering ram, something that König was extremely proud of seeing as a battering ram himself.

They learned from you that Venom feared fire, the flames would burn him, disintegrating to ash - it was a painful death - and loud sounds, high-pitched ringing that would make both you and him scream out in pain. Venom wouldn’t die from the loud sound itself, but every moment spent outside a compatible host was a second closer to dying. It was loud and painful, the pitch ringing in your heads until you completely separated, but even then, you’d still hear that incessant sound echoing in your head.

So there wasn’t much to be scared about, worry indeed, but never fear for your life when they had Venom to watch over you, he was fiercely protective of you, so much so that it rivalled their own. Other times, Price would put you in a squad of three or two men, making sure that you wouldn’t be put in a dangerous situation.

It worked for the most part an unknown contractor paid to hunt you down and get Venom to the rich scientist who was obsessed with the alien that he hosted and any other. They were taught the non-lethal way of neutralising Venom, to get both of you back to the labs to study. They would cut you open, probe your insides and possibly break you in ways that scared them, it forced Price to keep you beside Ghost or König at all times, two giant monsters scaring anything and everything around you. It would keep the threats away until they absolutely had to keep you safely hidden.

But it seemed that the PMC had found you before they could do anything, your scream piercing the field, a painful screech following yours. The ringing of what seemed like a high-frequency machine hurt their ears from afar, the painful sound made them curl inward, wincing with a loud pulse in their ears. No wonder Venom was deathly scared of high frequencies, it probably hurt both of you more than them from how close and how strong your hearing was.

Those who were able to, dropped what they were doing to reach you, alarm and fear wracking their minds. Gaz left his perch, flying in the open without any protection, an easy target for any snipers. Soap rushed towards you, hastily transformed with his body still steaming hot, his jaw snapping at everything. Alejandro and Rudy weren’t far behind, the nagual making his own path with Rudy following close behind him. Horangi tore his way beside König, his clothes drowning in blood, their bodies smelling strongly of ichor, a metallic smell. Price had to drop everything he was doing - transferring the encrypted intel from the database to the hard drive - to come to your aid, the only relief he had was the knowledge that Ghost was assigned to your side, your bodyguard.

When they reached you, they saw Ghost trying his best to take down as many people as he could that stood between him and your safety, and you - your situation looked dire - were still screaming, Venom’s black mass being slowly torn from you, throwing you left and right. It was chaotic, watching you sway around, hand clutching your head and face screwed in pain, even he seemed in pain. You and Venom were fundamentally connected, mind and body working as one, your cells sewed to his goop and his strength flowing in your blood.

In a frenzy, they fought to get to you, blood splattered and abdomens gutted, a stinging pain pulsing in their chest that only seemed to grow stronger with every second they heard you wail, choked sobs to cling onto the symbiote who made himself at home inside your body, to hold onto the creature you dubbed your own. Despite the semblance of success, they were panicking, booming orders shot across the field and over the heads of dying men, their shots were hastily landed and randomly aimed as if they were fresh-faced rookies rather than scarred and experienced mercenaries.

In the chaos of screams and shouts, Soap managed to destroy the machine, taking away the enemy’s only source of protection against Venom, but they couldn’t celebrate just yet, they had to finish this off before another echo was let out.

“Shoot them now!”

A booming shot followed closely after the order, a thick accented voice calling for whoever it was to shoot you down before you got away. You flinched back, curling forward in a coughing fit, sickly and wet coughs from your blood-filled lungs. You spat out red, tears rolling down your cheeks as you gasped for a breath, laboured and shallow breathing. You felt like you were drowning, dying by the one thing that kept you warm and alive, the life-giving and oxygen-rich ichor; it clogged up Soap and König’s nose, the retching of their throats and the heaviness in their stomach made them want to vomit, to force out the anxiety and terror in their bodies.

Little One, it was Venom, his voice laced with worry and exhaustion.

“Please, Venom,” you rasped, blood trickling down your chin as you clutched your open wound, fingers stained as red as your vest and jacket were.

Everyone watched Venom swallow you, darkness exploding from your back to wrap around you, covering you in layer upon layer of alien mass, forming a protective shield around you. Within seconds, venom came out screeching, large, white eyes squinted accusingly, jaws filled with long, serrated teeth opened threateningly and claw-tipped hands pointed at the ones who made you cry. He thrashed, breaking apart the many groups they formed and cutting through them ruthlessly, deaf to the silent screams and blind to the terror-filled look he received. Venom’s only priority was to exact revenge on the ones who hurt you and protect you.

He sunk back into you, letting you slump over, falling into Price’s arms, his worried mumbles about your injury and state filled your ears. He shook off your vest and patted you down, searching for the entry wound on your chest, hands moving frantically and ordering the others to hover around you, boxing you in for your own safety. He went on for a few, confusion growing more and more when he couldn’t find the bullet hole.

“ ‘m fine, Cap’n,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you slumped over him, thrusting him to keep you on your feet even after you slipped away to sleep off your exhaustion.

“You’re bleeding,” Price hissed, hands grasping your biceps. “Stay awake, love. We can’t have you falling asleep with this.”

“He healed me,” you grumbled, hurrying your head under Price’s chin, nosing at his warm skin for comfort. “Venom.”

He sighed, worry shifting off his shoulders, replacing it with relief. Knees bending, he picked you up, one hand under your knees and the other pressing you to his chest, rumbling with soft purrs to smooth the frown on your face. He nodded at the others, Rudy calling for exfil as they moved, covering you as much as they could at the LZ, waiting for the beating rotors of Nick’s favourite helicopter.

“Let’s go home.”

Tag list: @craxy-person @crowbird @dead-cipher @iwannabealocalcryptid @iizx7y @mxtokko @yeetusspagheetus @capricorn-anon @perfectus-in-morte @sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover @distracteddragoness @vxnilla-hxrddrugs @konigsblog @havoc973 @angelcakes-22 @cassiecasluciluce @ramadiiiisme @ramblingsofachaoticthinker @ki-cant-spel @im-making-an-effort @love-dove-noora

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lynzishell · 2 months ago

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My 𝐓𝐨𝐩 24 30 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 from 2024🎉 (because rules were made to be broken)

TYSM for tagging me @herecirmsims, @elderwisp, and @changingplumbob 💖 As per usual, I went overboard... oops!

Before I forget -- I am going to tag @honeyjars-sims, @raiiny-bay, @havenroyals, @likelyamused, and @dandylion240 (ofc, feel free to ignore me if you've already done it, or if you just don't wanna)

JANUARY

We started the year in Sulani where Phoenix and Dawn got engaged! Let us all take a moment to remember the glory that was Phoenix with a tan 😍

I call this - My Love Affair with Brindleton Bay (Part 1)

I love them. This isn't even the greatest screenshot, but it will forever be one of my favorites. One day I will put together a collage of forehead kisses for these two.

FEBRUARY

My Love Affair with Brindleton Bay (Part 2)

Mario, Luigi, and Yoshi were always happy to steal focus when I needed to blur things happening in the background... 😏

Atlas forever being the best uncle in the world... and fascinated with his niece having his eyes

MARCH

Me peeking through the foliage while Phoenix introduces his wife and child to his mom... the only way he knows how 🥺🤍

APRIL

😂 Ok so March and April are pretty sparse... I took a break in the Spring because I was going through a breakup and a move. I spent that time focusing on things that made me happy - like writing The Past arc for the boys and laughing at Dawn's ridiculous in-game expressions 😂

MAY

I'm so glad I took that break because I was able to come back and give Phoenix and Dawn the wedding they deserved! I also LOVE these last two shots... After the party ended, those three were goofing off and having so much fun... and then giving Phoenix the MOST thoughtful gift... it still makes me tear up! 🥹

JUNE

And so it begins... This nightmare sequence was so much fun to put together! And this shot is by far my favorite... it was totally by accident, but oh so perfect

The Past my beloved... I love this shot sm... the morning light, the fall colors, Ash and Lex being Ash and Lex while Atlas tags along behind them (he'd only known Ash for 24 hours and was already crushing... poor boy didn't stand a chance)

Oh yeah! Remember Chestnut Ridge?! The way I jumped around in this part istg... You're all incredible for putting up with me this summer 😂 Okay but I love this one because of how all the animals are turned to look at Danny... again, a total accident, but perfectly foreshadows what I have in mind for his future!

Back the The Past - What's perfect about this one is how the only thing in focus is where they are touching.

I’m acutely aware that his leg is resting against me now, and he’s rolling the fabric of my sleeve between his thumb and middle finger. Normally, I would have already scooted away from the sofa. Pivoted my body so the conversation could continue, but so that I could not be touched. But I don’t feel any need to do that. Not with him. His affection is so subtle and absent-minded; I can tell he’s just feeling comfortable with me. Something about that makes me feel comfortable with him too.

JULY

AHHHHHH!!! I still lose my mind over this moment!!! Like... the way physical touch plays such a big role throughout this arc, and getting to see Atlas evolve from someone who always kept his distance from people to being the affectionate teddy bear he is today... and the way Ash is so sweet and mindful and considerate through it all...

And then I look down, down to where I feel his hand come to rest on my leg, the heat of it warming my thigh. “Is that okay?” He asks, “Do you want me to move my hand?” I look up into his eyes and shake my head slightly, “No. No, it’s okay.”

THEIR FIRST KISS!!!!! The tippy toes pls!!! 😭 I'm not gonna lie.... I forgot the entire purpose of this post and am now lost to reminiscing... I already miss this arc so much!!!

Taking my time, I brush my lips lightly against his before kissing him softly. Holding myself back, not because I’m unsure, but because I’ve never been more certain of anything. I want to savor this moment, commit it to memory so I can revisit it tomorrow, and every day after.

A brief look into The Present as these two make plans for the future that I will inevitably ruin for them because I felt compelled to go into CAS and play around with genetics and rewrite the entire ending to this arc. Sorry not sorry boys!

aaaand back to The Past for our first peek at Ash's POV as he realizes he may be falling for Atlas

Y’know, my biggest fear is drowning, especially in the ocean, and yet, my favorite place is the beach near my parents’ house, sitting right at the water’s edge. Being with Atlas, it reminds me of this place. The bright blue of his eyes, the sandy color of his hair, and the dusting of freckles across his nose. And the way being near him makes me feel just a little nervous, like at any moment I could get swept away and lose myself completely.

AUGUST

Oh yeah! Chestnut Ridge and Joey's cliche dad-logic moment! Seriously guys... thank you for putting up with my nonsense... But OMG! Did you know you can set the horses to buck riders off every time they try to get on? 10/10 recommend if you need a laugh! I had so much fun with this scene... Phoenix, on the other hand, did not 🫣

This one. You have no idea. I struggled SO MUCH with trying to figure this scene out... and only those in our discord writing group will know how I lost my mind when these poses were released and gave me the inspiration I needed... I'm pretty sure I shot this scene a month before I even started this arc because I couldn't get it out of my head... I should also add that these two died in process of making it, and I fucked up this lot while trying to place all the lights and decos via TOOL and had to start all over in another save (which worked out because the Romance Festival spawned in the new one making it all so much better and more lively)... I went through a lot for this shot, and I will hold it near and dear to my heart forever as a result.

SEPTEMBER

Just them. Holding hands. In The Present. 🥹 I just like this one a lot... it's actually the desktop background on my PC lol

A hazy dream in neon pink

Don't worry... they're JUST FRIENDS (who are clearly in love with each other and on mdma and suddenly can't keep their hands off each other)

As he backs himself against the wall, pulling me into him, I finally understand. “Is this okay?” he asks. I lean in so fast that I practically breathe the answer into his mouth, “Yeah,” and before I know it, we’re making out again. But this time is far more intense, our kisses deeper, our breathing ragged, our hands grabbing fistfuls of hair and clothing and clawing at skin as though our desire for each other has grown into some kind of wild animal. Finally free from its cage, there’s no going back now.

💛🩵💛🩵 What am I doing again? I think I've lost the plot...

OCTOBER

Oh yeah... fave screenshots of 2024! We're so back! San Myshuno my beloved

The Proposal 😭 Spoiler alert... they were never "just friends" ajsdkakljs Also, I had to exit and go back in game three times to keep those bright red/orange skies for this scene... worth it!

NOVEMBER

A glimpse of The Future... and bb is confused af

DECEMBER

Things are different now in ways they don't quite understand, but they have each other 🥹🩵💛

For the rest of our lives, we're in this together.

#what a fkin journey this year was!!#also if any of you actually took the time to read through all my nonsense i love you and you deserve a cookie #❤️🍪❤️🍪#and i will indeed be putting together a collage of forehead kisses #i knew there were a lot but omg #actually going through all my screenies and seeing them #i love that's it's just become their thing yknow #they're so sweet #i love themb sm #tag game

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lostsyren · 3 months ago

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𓇢𓆸 eulogy

{a/n: sorry I’ve been behind on asks and requests and I’m also working on chapter 6 of eternal! i just wrote this for fun– sofia’s perspective is so special to me!}

{summary: a look into sofia’s mind and some more context on the spreading ashes scene in s4 ep1}

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They’d been together for eighteen months now and Sofia had fallen in love with Rafe. It wasn’t hard– he was sweet-talking and debonair, whisking her away from the mundanity of pogue life.

But it was hard not to hear the whispers that slithered through Kildare.

…Rafe’s got a screw loose…That whole family’s bad news…If his daddy’s a murderer it’s not hard to believe the boys got something wrong with him…

Even her own family were skeptical of their relationship.

He’s a kook mija– don’t forget how they look down at us

Sofia was wary, of course she was. It was all about self-preservation on this island– survival of the richest and most ruthless. But this thing she had with Rafe was never meant to be anything serious.

Yes, it was true she felt enamoured by him, allured by his cerulean eyes and tall frame. But that wasn’t what enticed her the most about the Cameron boy– it was his kindness, surprisingly.

The way he’d always be respectful at the bar, his attempts at flirting never crude, drew her to him. His proclivity for always asking is she was fine (You good? Everything alright? You okay?) made her heart soar. This couldn’t be the same Rafe who all the rumours were about…right? And soon that’s all they were to her– salacious, fallacious rumours.

She had a protectiveness over him. Whenever she’d hear people talk badly of him at the club, propagating these rumours, she’d always mess up their drinks on purpose, a silent fuck you to those two-faced kooks– she was never good at confrontation.

Their relationship had been fun. The sex was too. He’d always ask her to tag along with him everywhere. Sofia eventually figured out he was quite lonely. Once she got past the cocky, womanising persona, Rafe Cameron was soft…and that just made her love for him stronger.

Today he’d invited her out on his new boat, so she threw on her bikini and headed down to his house.

She made her way over to the back garden where they were going to sail the boat from the marsh.

“Hey baby,” she said with a smile, seeing him waiting for her in the lounge chair.

Rafe smiled at her back, but it was reticent and wan.

“Hey Sof,” he stood up walking over to meet her, his hand sliding around her hip and pulling her into a quick kiss. She noticed he lingered in their hug longer than he usually did.

“Shall we head out then?” Sofia probed. She wondered what was up with Rafe– there was something clearly ailing him.

“Before we do, I need to ask you something.” He ran a palm across the back of neck, his eye contact wavering.

Sofia’s smile faded, pupils contracting in worry, “is everything ok?”

“Uhm no. Not really,” he rasped, voice pained.

Sofia’s eyebrows furrowed, taking a quick step toward him, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, rubbing consoling circles into his skin, “what happened?”

“I got the ashes back today…you know, after my dad’s cremation. I wanted to spread them over the water, down by the lighthouse– could you come with me?” His words were coarse, as if his throat was encircled with barbed wire.

“Oh Rafe,” Sofia’s heart broke for him. He’d told her about his dad before– she knew how much he meant to him to him, “of course I’ll come with you

“Thank you…I appreciate it. I wanted to ask over the phone but couldn’t get the words out.”

“It’s ok, I’m here now.” She offered him a small smile, which he reciprocated, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

They made their way silently to the boat.

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The waves were tumultuous and the wind was strong, lulling the small boat back and forth in a rhythmic undulation.

Sofia stood quietly behind Rafe, her hair whipping around her face like slippery ribbons carried by the breeze, while he held the urn with a steady hand, scattering the ashes over the sun soaked water, the waves scintillating blue and gold.

“Dad did everything for us and he was found at the bottom of the cliff just left there like a piece of trash,” he said with a muted rage. Sofia could sense the hot rays of anger that radiated off of him, mixed with a potent grief. She glanced down in respect, listening to Rafe’s eulogy as she held her hands in front of herself, meekly upholding this funeral service.

She waited a moment, as Rafe dispersed the ashes with a strong right hand.

“I’m so sorry Rafe.” Her words were sincere. She’d always felt deeply, her empathy sometimes soul-crushing. Seeing Rafe so broken, so grief-stricken made her heart hurt for him– as if it was her own father who’d passed away. She tried to suppress her tears, inhaling a short, sharp breath.

Rafe’s face crumpled, the rage giving way to sorrow, “I won’t forget you,” he lamented, throwing the final scoop of ashes into the ocean, before he placed the empty urn down and turned to her, his head bowed and eyes wet.

Sofia sighed, face etched in sympathy as more tears rolled down her cheeks for him. She opened her arms for Rafe as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, silently sobbing against her skin.

Sofia rubbed his terse shoulders, the waves rocking them gently as they embraced, Rafe’s cries soon dwindling into croaks.

He moved away from her, his hands still wrapped around her body, as if she was his anchor, grounding him, preventing him from drowning in a sea of anguish and fury.

“We can head back now, if you want?” He suggested, sniffing away his sobs. Rafe’s eyes were red, mouth still stark with a frown.

“No…it’s ok. Let’s stay for a while,” Sofia let her hands melt away from his shoulders, her fingers finding purchase across the planes of his face as she gently wiped away his tears.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, you can tell me more about him, I’d love to listen…only if you want to.”

“I’d like that…thank you Sofia.”

She gave him a comforting smile, that was still imbued with a sadness she found hard to shake away.

It was Rafe’s turn to wipe away her tears, his calloused fingers lightly running across her brine-stained cheeks before he leaned down and kissed her forehead chastely.

“I love you,” he murmured against her sweet smelling hair.

Sofia let her eyes flutter close in this moment, “I love you too Rafe.”

They stayed on the boat until the waves started to roughen, Sofia leaning against Rafe’s chest, listening to the steady hum of his heart beat. He told her stories of his childhood and of his father, running a gentle hand up and down her body, gaze starting out at the line of the horizon.

It was instances like this that made Sofia forget about the macabre rumours tied to his name or the oppressive differences between pogues and kooks. In these moments she felt like Rafe showed her who he truly was– and for that she was grateful because it meant he could see her too.

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#outer banks #rafe and sofia #rafe x sofia #sofia outer banks #rafe cameron #sofia obx #drew starkey #fiona palomo #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe and sofia fanfiction #sofia outer banks fanfiction #rafe fic #outer banks season 4 spoilers #outer banks 4 #༊*·˚syren

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neteyamssyulang · 8 months ago

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✷ Reckoning Escape ✷

✷ Pairing: So’lek x Fem sarentu reader ✷

✷ Summary: What was once a peaceful day turned out to be the worst, now having to not only protect yourself, but your two children aswell.

✷ Warnings: Angst, Mentions of birth, mentions of death, Protective parents, bit of a happy ending.

✷ Word count: 3,621 ✷

✷ Translation(s): Tsne ma hì'i fa'ìla -> Shh my little angels, Yawne -> Beloved, Sa’nu -> Mom, Paskalin -> Honey, Sempul -> Father, Tsmuke -> Sister, Kehe -> No, Ma’Itan -> My son, Pefya kom nga -> How dare you, Mawey -> Calm.

✷ A/N: The second longest fic I’ve ever written 🫶🏼

✷ Tagging: @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @aria-tempest @anemonelovesfiction @bambithewriter @kia-wolfie @sinful-tawtute

The roaring wind was deafening, drowning out all other sounds, but you knew they were there.

Your lungs burned, your arms felt like they were going to give out but you kept pushing on, you had to get your little ones to safety.

Small sobs pricked at your ears,"Tsne ma hì'i fa'ìla" you spoke softly holding your baby's closer. Your son An'tari and daughter Ona'te were only 8 years apart but yet inseparable. An'tari was the firstborn of you and your mate So'lek, followed by the baby Ona'te.

You gave So'lek what he always wanted, a family. And now the humans were trying to take it from him just like they took his clan, leaving him with nothing.

It's why your on the run now, they had somehow found the campsite where you all lived. What was once a beautiful home now lays in nothing but ash and dust.

So'lek was gone at the time, having to help out at the base. A part of you is happy he's still ok but another part is ill, what is he to think when he goes home and finds it in ruins, with no sign of his mate and children?

As much as you wanted to cry and give up, you couldn't. You had to be strong for your little ones.

-Flashback-

-August 5th, 2170-

After countless hours of pushing your son had finally been born. So'lek sat beside you, admiring the little baby you held in your arms.

The smile So'lek had was starting to hurt but he didn't care, eywa had given him a blessing. She gave him you, and now a beautiful son.

"He looks just like you yawne" you smiled, your heart felt so full at the moment like it was about to burst from adoration.

So'lek chuckled "He does doesn't he? What should we name the little one?", thinking for a second you finally spoke "An'tari"

-Present time-

You had managed to find a small cave that would hopefully be safe to stay in. Despite being drenched from the rain, your footsteps were silent like a palulukan.

Quickly you found a small spot at the back placing your two children down, An'tari immediately rushed to pick up his baby sister so she wouldn't cry, her little tail coiling around his small wrist.

Leaning down you placed a kiss atop both their heads "Be good my darlings, sa'nu won't take long I promise just stay hidden", An'tari nodded slowly "Yes sa'nu."

Smiling softly you made your way back out the cave in search of food along with something you could use for a fire.

-Flashback-

-October 17th, 2178-

The fire crackled as you layed back against your mate, An'tari was fast asleep on your lap while you held your newborn Ona'te.

She was so beautiful, almost a resemblance of you. "You did so well paskalin, thank you" he murmured kissing the nape of your neck.

You giggled softly "For what yawne?", So'lek chuckled wrapping his tail around your thigh "For giving me a family, i never thought it'd be possible but you never cease to amaze me" he spoke, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck now inhaling your scent.

This was a moment you never wanted to end, you finally had a family with the most wonderful mate anyone could've ever ask for.

-Present time-

You had only managed to find small twigs, maybe two good rocks and a whole skinned hexapede. Bringing it back to the cave was a hassle but you managed it.

The fire you did first so your children would be warm, your oldest scooted closer sighing in relief as the warmth flooded to him and his sister.

While you began preparing the food Ona'te had woken up, her cries echoing off the cave walls as An'tari tried calming her.

After a few minutes she was quiet, fast asleep once more. "Mama?" An'tari spoke, watching as you cooked.

Without talking your eyes off the fire you hummed "Yes darling?", Your son shifted so he was beside you now "Will we ever see sempul again?"

Your heart dropped at his words, truth be told you didn't know. You had no way of communicating as your com had been burned in the fire. "I don't know baby.. we can only hope eywa is on our side"

An'tari nodded, small tears spilling from his golden orbs. Once the meat was done you took it off the fire slicing it with your dagger that was already out.

Everything was finished now, turning to your son you patted your thigh for him to come sit which he obliged.

Bringing a piece of the hexapede meat to your lips, you gently blew on it then brought it down to your son slowly feeding him. You were hungry yourself yes but your children came first, once Ona'te awakened you'd feed her aswell.

Deeming An'tari was full you kissed the top of his head "Rest now ma'itan, ill take over with your sister."

The boy nodded handing Ona'te to you before moving off your thigh opting to lay close to the fire. You smiled down at your little girl, eywa had really blessed you and your mate with beautiful and wonderful children.

Now thinking of your mate, your heart felt like arrow heads were piercing it. You missed him dearly, missed his calming presence, his soothing voice. How he must feel right now not knowing whether or not his family is alive.

Tears now freely streamed down your face, you hated those pesky humans, hated how they were trying to destroy your family.

You didn't even realize your daughter had awoken till her little hand grabbed onto the small braids that dangled in your face. Her little smile and cooes bringing a small smile to your face.

Knowing you were gonna have to feed her, you began slowly eating the rest of the cooked hexapede while Ona'te gurgled watching you.

Just as you were finished eating she began getting fussy, you moved to lay against the wall behind An'tari while lifting your feathered top up, Ona'te immediately latched onto one of your nipples suckling on it.

While your daughter was feeding, you tried coming up with a plan in order to get back to the resistance base. It was a very long walk back but there was nowhere else to go, you had no choice.

The storm still hadn't let up, the trees swayed with it threatening to break. Ona'te finished eating, falling fast back asleep curled up in your arms, with your free hand you moved your top back into place.

As much as you wanted to sleep you had to stay alert, you couldn't risk something happening to your babies.

-So'lek's POV-

What was once a peaceful day turned out to be the worst, it was as if eywa was cursing him. So'lek was on his way back home, small gifts in hand for you and his children when he stopped in his tracks.

Everything was gone. You were gone, your children were gone, all that was left was a pile of ash and dust. So'lek fell to his knees dropping the gifts, first his clan now his family? What did he ever do to deserve this?

No, he refused to believe it, he refused to believe his family had perished. Rage now fumed him, the humans could do whatever they wanted to him but his family? Eywa they messed up big time.

-Your POV-

The fire had long been put out, you and your son huddled back into a corner trying to stay out of view from a few soldiers that had found your hiding spot.

This can't be happening, how did they find you? There were no tracks since the rain washed them away.

One of the soldiers chuckled looking at the small fire you had used prior to them finding the cave "Looks like someone has been here, better let the big guy know."

As they were walking out, Ona'te sneezed in her sleep, the soldiers halted in their steps "And they never left" another spoke, you could almost see the smirk on his face.

Your ears pinned back against your skull, looking down at your son you saw how scared he looked, how he clinged onto your leg muffling his sobs.

Tapping on his back you waited for him to look at you then gestured to his sister, picking up the hint he carefully took her into his arms. You gave them both a kiss on the forehead before walking out of the corner holding your hands up in surrender.

"Well well, if it isn't y/n" one spoke,"Mercer will be glad we found you" another added on. You hissed unsheathing your dagger "I would rather die than go back to that asshole!"

The soldiers exchanged a look before laughing "And what of your offspring?" You had failed to notice one of the soldiers sneaking behind you towards where your children were hiding.

"Kehe! Sa'nu!" An'tari shouted, thrashing in the soldiers hold while keeping his sister close to him. No..no this wasn't supposed to happen! The soldier brought them to the head one who's name was Lyle.

Lyle reached for Ona'te but withdrew once An'tari hissed at him "Fiesty children, must get it from their mother" he laughted, signaling for two soldiers to come and hold the child still.

You lunged at them but immediately stopped in your tracks when a gun was pointed to your sons head "I would advise you don't move y/n. You see, Mercer is quite upset that you’re still alive. You were never meant to live, much less start a family.

Tears threatened to fall but he was right though. Mercer ordered you and the rest of the Sarentu kids dead years ago, if it wasn't for Alma then you wouldn't be here right now.

Lyle smiled wickedly seeing his words having affect on you, leaning down he grabbed Ona'te from An'tari's arms, rolling his eyes when she started crying.

"Please! Do not hurt my children, they are innocent!" You begged him, Ona'te looked towards where your voice was coming from, her small hands making grabby motions at you "S-sa'n-u" she spoke.

One of your hands moved to cover your mouth, her first word.. you only wished it was under better circumstances.. An'tari beemed happily for a second before going back to squirming.

"Oh? Baby's first word huh?" One soldier chuckled, "Such a shame it will be her last aswell" he raised his gun pointing it at your daughter.

Whether it be your motherly instincts or just pure rage, you had enough of this. Before the soldiers could react, you grabbed Ona'te and An'tari, rushing out of the cave back into the pouring rain.

An'tari held onto you while trying to shield his sister from the rain, your ears twitched trying to pick up any sound over the storm.

Pushing yourself further, you could feel your heart thumping, threatening to jump out of your chest. Gunshots now rang in the air sounding closer and closer with each passing minute.

Finally after what seems like hours, the base appears in the distance, relief floods over you till a gunshot rings in the air and a hot searing pain travels through your right leg.

Those bastards actually shot you, ignoring the pain you kept pushing yourself till another gunshot split the air. Your vision went hazey as you fell to the forest floor, An'tari quickly picked up his sister who rolled from your arms crying.

"Sa'nu!" He screamed rushing over, there was blood pouring from your right side as well as your leg. You tried getting up but felt too weak "Ma'Itan.." you spoke softly looking at him "Go..take your sister, the base is just up ahead.."

The boy shook his head "I'm not leaving you sa'nu!" You gave a weak smile, lifting your hand to place it on his cheek "I will be fine, please my darling get to safety."

Sniffling he placed a soft kiss on your head before running towards the base keeping his sister close to him.

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-So’lek’s POV-

So'lek hissed at everyone who blocked his path leading to outside, "So'lek, So'lek, I know your upset but you don't even know where they are" Ri'nela tried explaining placing her hand on his shoulder.

His tail trashed behind him, "Out of my way! I do not care I will find them.” Shoving the rest of them, he made his way outside, starting to walk through the forest till a small figure caught his eye.

"Sempul!" The figure screamed. So'lek quickly ran realizing it was his son, but fear took place when a gunshot sounded and An'tari fell, still cradling Ona'te in his arms.

"Ma’Itan!" He shouted. Upon reaching his son, So'lek was relieved to know he was still alive with just a minor injury to his thigh. He picked up his son and daughter brushing the leaves and mud off them "Where is your sa’nu?"

An'tari whimpered, "Bad men hurt sa'nu, shot her, she told me to run and get to the base."

So'lek's heart dropped instantly. Fuming, he stood up pressing the com around his neck with his free hand "Nor, come now! There is no time to waste!"

Quickly he took off back to base meeting Nor halfway, Nor carefully took An’tari in his arms, trying to hold back his own anger when seeing his wound.

"Be good for uncle Nor ok?" So’lek spoke gently ruffling his sons hair before turning his attention to his daughter, still in her brothers arms. “Keep your tsmuke safe.”, "Yes sempul" the boy nodded.

He watched as Nor began running back to base before running back towards the direction his son was coming from.

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Your face was stained with your tears as the soldiers crowded around your body, "We have a little surprise for you darling" one spoke, grinning mischievously.

You were too weak to care about that, all you cared about was if your children made it to safety. The circle of soldiers parted letting a single man through, your eyes narrowed at who it was.

Mercer smiled, "Ah y/n, so good to see you again." He crouched down infront of you, "I hear you have a family now, see that won't do."

Lifting your head you gave a weak hiss,"Oh cmon you can do better than that" he signaled for a solder to stand behind you. The soldier lifted one of his legs before stomping down onto your wounded side making you scream in pain.

"There ya go" Mercer chuckled clapping his hands. "This is how it was always meant to be, with you and the rest of those students dead."

He was about to continue when an arrow hit one of the soldiers killing them instantly, "Who's there?!" Mercer shouted into the darkness. You knew through.

Another arrow flew, hitting the two soldiers that were close together. More and more went flying till Mercer was the only one still alive and standing, your body felt as if it was on fire now despite it being cold as hell from the rain.

Frustrated, he turned his back looking at you now. Big mistake, a gunshot rang through the air hitting him in the left side, Mercer groaned falling down.

So'lek jumped down from his perch in the trees, stalking towards the humam. "Pefya kom nga!" So'lek hissed, shooting him in the right side this time, just as they did you.

Mercer just laughed as he coughed up blood, "You think this will all end once i'm dead? You're wrong." Annoyed, So'lek shot him in the head, shutting him up completely.

Carefully he picked you up, beginning to run back to base. "T-the chil-dren.." you murmured drifting in and out of consciousness.

He frowned, "They are ok" he spoke, purposefully leaving out about An'tari being injured. You nodded weakly, still trying to hold on for the sake for your mate and children.

By the time So'lek had made it back to the base, you were unconscious from how much blood you lost. The tawtute doctors took you from his arms and into the medical room, he tried to follow but they wouldn't allow it.

So he opted to sitting in the lounge area, hopefully waiting for good news about either you or his son. Ri'nela had at some point joined him, holding Ona'te in her arms "You know, I heard from Nor that At'ari said she spoke her first word"

So'lek's ears pricked as he moved his gaze to Ri'nela,"S-she did?" Now looking at his little girl who stared back at him cooing. Ri'nela nodded handing her over to him, "She said sa'nu"

Even though he was hoping she said sempul first, he was still happy his daughter finally spoke. He only wished he had heard it.

Ri'nela noticed his ears pinning back and a scowl tugging at his lips "Hey hey, I know you missed it but atleast they are back now. Your mate is strong, so are your children."

With that she stood up walking back to Nor and the others.

So'lek watched as his daughter giggled grabbing onto one of his fingers, her little hand barely able to wrap around it.

Close to 4 hours have passed with no word about you, he was happy his son was alright but the doctors had said nothing regarding you. So'lek only thought of the worst.

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-Flashback-

-January 25th, 2163-

You laughed as So'lek chased after you, his own laughs pricking at your ears. Eventually he caught up to you tackling you to the forest floor.

"Gotcha paskalin!" He smiled looking down at you "Cheater" you huffed pouting."It is not cheating just because I am faster than you little one" he chuckled placing a soft kiss against your lips.

Immediately you melted into the kiss pulling him down, closer to you. He broke the kiss after a bit to trail kisses from your jaw down to the neck licking a stripe along it "Eywa knows how thankful I am for you y/n" he spoke softly leaning up a bit to look at you.

All you could see in his eyes was the love and adoration he held for you.

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-Present time-

One of the doctors eventually came out stating you had made it but had to stay there so they could monitor how your doing.

So'lek wasted no time in rushing in, walking to the large bed you layed on, another doctor had brought An'tari in placing the boy gently onto the bed before leaving you all alone.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, vision slightly blurry till you regained focus. Your gaze landing on your mate and children, An'tari was quick to crawl up the bed towards you snuggling into your chest sobbing.

"Ma'itan.. what is wrong?" You cooed rubbing his back softly, So'lek moved till he was right beside you holding Ona'te in his arms still.

An'tari refused to speak just wanting to hold his mother, eventually crying himself to sleep. You frowned looking at your mate "I'm so sorry Ma'Lek.."

So'lek tilted his head crouching down "Sorry for what yawne? You protected both them and yourself with everything."

You shook your head sobbing quietly "If that were true I would not be here and our son would not be injured", So'lek's eyes widened, how did you find out? He purposefully kept it from you so you wouldn't worry and could relax while he handled it.

Looking down at your son still asleep in your arms you grit your teeth "The doctors mentioned it to me when I woke earlier, how could you not tell me our son was shot?!"

So'lek looked away, his ears flattened against his head "I'm sorry paskalin, you were badly injured I did not want you to worry and risk something."

Your gaze softened "You do not get to decide that for me, no more hiding things please.." So'lek nodded leaning down to place a kiss on your lips "I am so sorry I was not there to protect you all though."

Lifting your left hand up you placed it on the back of his head bringing him closer till your foreheads touched "Mawey, no one knew what was going to happen."

He nodded pulling away, you could now see tears rolling down his face. It was at that moment aswell that Ona'te had woken up, her small cooes filling the room as she stretched in her fathers arms yawning.

So'lek looked down at his daughter who smiled at him "Se-sepul" she giggled before looking around the room, her gaze now on you.

You chuckled looking from her to your mate "It was close to it, but she still said mama first", your mate huffed rolling his eyes playfully "Guess we'll just have to have another then yawne" he smirked winking.

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Four months have passed now, you'd been released from the base and now are home with your family, your new home wasn't as big as the last but you didn't care as long as you had your mate and children.

True to his words you also wound up pregnant, about maybe 3 weeks along. So'lek had never left you or the kids out of his sight, not even for a second. He feared if he did something would happen.

Honestly you didn't mind it, not one bit. An'tari had healed quickly and began practicing shooting arrows with his father while you and little Ona'te took small naps here and there waiting for them to finish.

You could only hope that now you all were safe.

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #so’lek avatar #so’lek x fem!sarentu reader #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #followmypage

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pokenoire · 7 months ago

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I'm venting, it also stresses me out how some people use 'Serena lesbian' in Headcanon, and what they practically mean is "she's a lesbian so give up on Amourshipping" practically.

Furthermore, the arguments do not take into account that many people dedicate themselves to them for a long time, grew up with this ship, NO HC should be used as an excuse to use this a bad way

I never affected my pearlshipper friends with my Lesbian Dawn Headcanon, they never tagged me or said anything offensive to me (even many of my friends are in favor of the LGBT+ community)

"WHY DON'T YOU GIVE UP YOUR SHIP THAT YOU DEDICTED YEARS OF YOUR LIFE TO?" YOU GUYS ARE STUPID? NO COUPLE IN POKEMON IS CANONICAL no one broke up with ABSOLUTELY NOBODY (so is it better for everyone to give up on all ships? LGBT or not lol that ends just when the Canon ends

I've seen people mistreating Serena's character for years, I was simply horrified when I was 14 years old to hear for the first time that Serena was obsessed with Ash and bitch, from what I see this behavior HAS NOT CHANGED ANYTHING IN YEARS since 2013(?) DAMN FUCK

I will never forget the disgusting comments about her appearance, about her being a waifu to people who are not minors, I will never forget the disgusting comments from haters or fans about a Journeys outfit or the fact that she wants to be attractive for ASH THE GUY SAME AGE FOR HER (about her Fennekin outfit)

I'm tired of pretending I'm ok with all this, ignoring it and blocking it doesn't take the bad taste out of your mouth.

I hate people who wrote Serena homophobe disgusting me a lot, the people who made her homophobic due to the behavior of haters on other ships made me sick reading it.

You guys act like she's YOUR LITTLE ANGEL NOW THAT SHE IS WHAT "YOU WANT FROM HER" but you never understood a comma, a period, you don't understand her relationship with her Pokemon, with her friends in XYZ or the real nature of her relationship with Ash (ignoring ships and ship scenes) they never understood or saw her as someone who really matters to him, who really cares about him who is open to leaving Ash with whoever he wants (SEE ALL THE TIMES Miette went out with Ash or agreed to go out or stay by someone's side) Don't see how she teaches Ash during his gym battles, don't see how Ash cares for her same way about her Showcases, they didn't even accept their friendship before this controversial issues

Also SERENA X ELLE, SERENA X SHAUNNA, SERENA X MIETTE THERE WAS LONG BEFORE Chloe x Serena or May x Serena I saw this ships forming for the love of God

None of them irritated me as much as current fandom behavior.

#amourshipping #lesbian headcanon #Lesbian Serena #Amourshipping is not a threat

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aluria-sevhex · 8 months ago

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HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSS

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

notes:

-aight i'm back yippee

-title theme my beloved

-i always find it so funny when an enemy tries to freeze Mira

-gonna try this boss again

-ok i think i'll just replay Floor 3 on this loop instead of looping forward after i find out another one of Bonnie's favorite foods so i can build up everybody's stats

-OH. BONNIE OVERHEARD THE DEATH CONVERSATION.

-heh Bonnie slapped Siffrin

-uh... the audio is REALLY ominous...

-oh, Bonnie...

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID I JUST LOOP SLIGHTLY BACK IN THE PAST?

-Siffrin you ok i don't think that was helping ur mental health issues your eye is covered in shadow in your dialogue portrait

-i will once again NOT kill Siffrin via anaphylaxis. i will take the fish head

-...i didn't. get info on Bonnie's favorite foods this time.

-ok according to the save screen that didn't count as a loop

-anyway time to try looping to get the Bonnie snack info

-hey... the Tear dialogue isn't as silly anymore (it just says yes or no without the 'looping time' or 'living time')

-hey i didn't skip any loops this time!

-time to kill this pair of assholes again

-"carry my ashes with you" aw that's a sweet dialogue option

-i am so tempted to kill Siffrin. but i won't.

-awwww... i talked to Bonnie and now Sif is comforting them

-ok how the fuck do i get the info. BONNIE PLS.

-hold up. does Siffrin no longer nod when zoning out? :((((

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET TO GET THE KEY ON FLOOR 2.

-...Mira's roommate. was learning to make bombs. why???

-lol Isa knows how to make a bomb

-Mira has anti-anxiety meds. this makes a lot of sense tbh

-...what are these papers for???

-so i decided to try using the silver coin since a person said that you can do something with it related to the croissant lore. and it said "you think about the Incident" or smth like that lol

-lol Sif forgot the term 'stuffed animal'

-idk why but it feels like a lot of Craft skills are like. slower. or have bigger cooldowns in Act 3. even tho i KNOW they don't and my brain is fucking with me

-ok the game accounted for the key thing

-in the bathroom again

-Sif is calming themself again and figuring out what to do

-Siffrin, self-loathing and calling yourself stupid won't help :(

-i zoned out at some minor dialogue but i don't remember what the dialogue was the first time so i am fucking clueless about what was going on with a choice i made. sorry Mira idk why i 'saved you' by smacking your mouth ;_;

-i love getting to obliterate weaker Rock enemies with Paper α V

-i have now gotten Sif to level 60

-sometimes it's nice to take a break and talk to Loop

-wait a sec. doesn't one of the lower floors have a sharpening stone?

-ok it's been a while and now i have everybody back to level 52. time to kick the asses of the 3rd floor boss

-ooo Odile got a new skill

-time for the last snack break!

-Bonnie's upset now because i didn't try the fritters D:

-time to face the King again... and hopefully talk to him

-welp. *that* didn't work

-oh nvm now i can ask him questions via the Craft menu!

-you. you can give the King the flower.

-yeah the characters have a point! why Vaugarde specifically?

-the King is NOT responsible but he says Siffrin has an odd smell. huh... the only other things where an odd smell has been noted is Bonnie saying the star crest Sadnesses smell odd... but if Sif had that smell then it would've been noticed sooner...

-dude. how rude to say that if Siffrin doesn't understand Time Craft they can't understand the King's methods. maybe i should read more on Time Craft in one of the libraries? or that one book on craftonomy...

-the "you have heard this before" for zoning out got more and more annoyed

-once again. what does the King need to say?

-hm i was talking to Odile and Bonnie piped in really excitedly that they have more pineapple in their pocket

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MIRABELLE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU STOPPED ISA'S CONFESSION ToT

-time to talk to Euphrasie and loop again ig

-hey what's that in her hair?

-"you inhale sharply, almost choking on the smell of burnt sugar around you" BURNT SUGAR BURNT SUGAR THAT'S THE SMELL OF TIME SHENANIGANS AS SEEN WITH THOSE SADNESSES

-SAY SOMETHING ELSE EUPHRASIE

-how do i get the familytale?

-ok i talked to Odile and i'm gonna help her!

-am i gonna have to go all over town for this?

lmao yeah i think i will

-oh hey the wizard-loving kid is named Manon

-oh my god. i have to go back to the boulanger

-FINALLY

-:O THERE IS NO RESEARCH???

-oh THAT'S why Odile is in Vaugarde

-oh... her mom left... all of her travels here have been to try to reconnect with that part of her...

-HEY SIFFRIN I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING WHERE THE *FUCK* ARE YOU FROM?

-damn. bro has amnesia

-LMAO I ASKED MIRA ABOUT THE PAPERS AND THE BATTLE THEME STARTED

-...bonding proposals???

-oh my god Mira joined a dating website group

-"we have one of those at home"

-"oh, i don't have a type! i like all kinds of people equally!" is this in a bi way or an aro way

-YEAH AROMANTIC REPRESENTATION

-DIVERSITY WIN! THE KICKASS HANDMAIDEN WHO'S IMMUNE TO BEING FROZEN IN TIME AND THE SORT-OF CHOSEN ONE IS ARO!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT YEAHHHHHHHH :D

-oh, Mira :( you're not the problem you don't have to do anything like that you're not comfortable with

-hm this game is dealing with personal identity a lot

-:( :( :( oh, Mira...

-DIVERSITY WIN!!! THE SKETCHY WANDERER STUCK IN A TIME LOOP WITH MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IS ACE!!!

-MY BLORBOS ARE ACE AND AROACE FUCK YEAH I AM SO HAPPY

-FUCK IT I'M POSTING NOW

SERIOUSLY THO I DON'T THINK I CAN ACCURATELY CONVEY HOW FUCKING HAPPY THIS PART IS MAKING ME. TWO OF MY FAVORITES ARE ACE AND AROACE HELL FUCKING YES

#homegrown post #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

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