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The Merger - C.Cole
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5k
Tags: 80’s corporate au, set in King’s Landing, Nyra’s daughter reader, pwp, enemies to lovers, subby Criston, service top Criston, misogyny, oral (f!receiving), pnv!sex, dom/sub dynamics, background rhaenicent, background alicole, desk boinking, man tears, Cristons Big Brown Eyes
A/N: This was an ask I accidentally posted too early so now repost! Thank you to the anon, loved this and hope you like. Inspired by RedRack’s work on Ao3. Idk anything about business
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You were Rhaenyra’s eldest child and only daughter, the ‘haughty’ one. You’d grown up lavishly, a byproduct of the rich and powerful where one could pay away most problems. Like your parentage. Like your homosexual father and biological dad who happened to be the bodyguard.
Except someone from the other side paid right back and your dad was ashes. Laenor left not too long afterward. You were your mother’s child anyway— as bitter as it felt.
There was a schism and merger at the same time, two huge media conglomerates coming as one now. Your family had long owned a paper before foraging into radio then television, the Legacy Media Agency. Jaehaerys Targaryen and Alysanne brought one of the first channels on television.
Through tragedy and piss-poor mistakes, your grandfather remarried to one Alicent Hightower. Now he was dead and the position of CEO was swiftly voted in for Rhaenyra. Alicent bristled, coming from a media conglomerate family of her own.
The Hightowers were in the movie and TV Industry, Green Flame Studios. They ran the golden age of film in Westeros, easily adapting and changing however into the current state. Television channels and multiple production companies. They’d even nabbed up a music label out of Lannisport.
Much money and meetings later, there was a heated merger due to a clause drafted up while your grandfather was on his deathbed. CEO and COO would be up for grabs again. Tension was filling the building in King’s Landing. Otto was back along with his sleek-looking son. Rhaenyra was growing stressed. Now Daemon was off securing funds and heads, the woman growing edgier by the day.
On a recent evening she sat down with you, the ever dutiful daughter. Jace was more of the smooth heir, able to gloss over and smile his way into the hearts of others. You took a step back, working on a law degree and willing to do a dirty deed if requested.
You and Mother sipped drinks in her office, gazing out over the sparkling city of King’s Landing. It was a shit hole brought up to some sort of glory in your opinion. Rhaenyra huffed, “The rest of her boys are coming. Aemond’s cutthroat but irrational, Aegon can be puppeted but has a raging coke and alcohol problem. Helaena is out of the picture. That leaves the little one, the freak, and the doggy.”
“So a little boy, Larys, and Criston I take it?”
You took off your blazer, rolling your eyes, “Dear uncles want to strangle us. Aegon and Aemond might tear each other to shreds before that could occur. Otto and Alicent, cracking as she may be, hold them together.��
Rhaenyra grimaced, “She ran the company while father was sick. It’s a good look. I was popping questionable children out, working, but not seen like her. She’s got that yuppie housewife bitch look about her, but she’s no Targaryen. Gods.”
You were pretty sure they fucked or something. Mother always went a little distant and quiet regarding Alicent, even if her words were vitriol.
Throwing expensive heels upon the fine desk of many CEO’s past you asked, “What have you need of me? Dirt, intel? I’m not coming near that whisperer, he’s too smart. Wasn’t Cole promoted to some busy work position? Probably Alicent’s fuck toy. I never liked him, he’s got issues.”
Your mother grinned, laughing, the most you’ve seen in a while. She leaned up to squeeze your ankle. Rhaenyra hummed, “You’re a fine woman. Fine, fine woman. Knows what it takes to win. Keep an eye on Cole. He likes the rich girls anyways, yet all of this has him so stressed he’ll be a bigger prick than usual.”
The blonde waved a hand.
“Do what you need, he’s weak at the end of the day. Probably keeps Ali’s underwear in his drawer. Brute. He was sweet once, I fear his issues and my selfish desires fucked that up worse than it needed to be. He’ll never have it, sad as it may be,” she lamented.
You felt pity for the Marcher. Handsome as could be, powerful energy, good with acquisitions of small companies. It stopped there— most considered him an idiot. You’d have to reluctantly get to know more, considering all of the vile history. But you’d do it for Mother.
Standing up in the dim office you nodded, “I’ll do what I can, we should take everyone out for the beach one day. Good publicity. It’s widely known we are more stable.”
She smiled. Your mother was so beautiful, you were glad to see her in better spirits before they were inevitably dashed.
Soon the Green’s employees began to show. Wylde, Lannister, Strong, Cole. Aemond and Aegon also appeared. The first meeting was miserable. You’d sat back and taken notes, sitting pretty next to Jace and Baela. You noted Alicent was the resident female leading the pack, the pack being dogs that would turn on her.
Aemond was the key one. Likely Aegon would get shoved forward if they kept him in line. Otto barked and waved his hands with Rhaenys, he liked the sidelines. Your eyes flickered to Cole— perfectly coiffed and manicured, his suits tailored sharp and tight to show off his body. He certainly looked like a fuck toy.
His dark eyes raised to meet yours, thick brows furrowing. You scoffed and turned your attention elsewhere, the egotistical fucker aggravated now. You could hear his ringed finger tapping against the wood. Prick.
By the end of the week, Rhaenyra held a tenuous hold on CEO, Alicent had taken COO, and Otto had weaseled in as CFO. This was shite. Mother was outnumbered. Tyland Lannister should have had it, he put aside loyalties for success, and he’d served two sides well.
Life in the offices post vote was interesting, to say the least. You’d often be around, observing and speaking with employees. Today you had worn a little black blouse with a bow and a fitted tweed skirt, tights emphasizing your long legs and patent heels. You had a plan. First you made sure your hair was still presentable and reapplied your lipstick. With a smirk, you sauntered over to his oversized cubicle.
Criston Cole. Up jumped prick. It was obvious he was some sort of release for Alicent, leaving her office adjusting his tie, smoothing back his hair, lips still wet. You had gathered he was wildly misunderstood— a whore and a sexist bully. Yet others spoke of him revering women and kind to most. Some said he was dumb as a box of rocks, others said he was quietly crafty in the right environment.
Confusing. But you could do with a whore.
You leaned against the wall, watching his shoulders and biceps bunch as he looked over the potential acquisitions, likely in tech. He had his walkmans on and fidgeted as he read. You eyed his cubicle, immaculately clean, two photos on the wall. One of him in the military shaking a commander’s hand. The other was of a man holding a young Criston, a beautiful Dornish looking woman laughing next to them.
Mommy issues? Maybe. Seems normal enough.
The maybe-bully turned around and pulled off his headphones, raising a brow as he chuffed. “What are you doing staring at the back of my head like that?” His lips turned into a scowl at the sight of your smirk.
“Merely getting to know my mother’s new workers. My coworkers, somewhat. I’m just here for help.”
He eyed your body, dark orbs traveling upwards. Criston watched you with a tight smile, spreading his muscled thighs as his chair rolled around. You remained stoic, waiting on the inevitable snark or nasty comment.
“So what is mommy’s little princess doing besides flouncing your bows and snooping around?”
Oh. You wanted to kill him. Smack that smarmy look off his face.
“What? That’s what you do. Skip around and flirt with that big chip on your shoulder. It’s almost cute, knowing what you are.”
You ignored him to continue, “I’m overseeing the new employees to our building. I’m in law school. Besides, I don’t need some fucktoy bully with muscles for a brain to snap at me. Watch your godsdamn mouth with me and how you speak on my family.”
You glared him down, watching Criston get flushed and submit easily. There it was, not a hard button to find. A little meanness, a little firm hand, and Criston Cole was putty. You grinned, patting his desk, “Good boy. Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut more, or go get it glued back to the green queen’s cunt.”
He inhaled sharply as you walked away victorious.
You dialed your mother up from the car phone, cackling about the experience. The pair of you schemed, you needed to get under Criston or over him. Whatever it took to figure out more…perhaps you had your own desires. He hadn’t been going to Alicent’s office as much since you slipped up. Albeit was quite known.
The further away from her he was, the better. That’s how you could snag the man. The upcoming gala would be time to strike.
You wore a strapped, glass-beaded black gown to the gala, some bullshit reason to meet around and prove that all was swell, give out idiotic awards and swaths of money. Your curls were piled into an updo, brows thick, and eyes shadowy. Your lips were blood red. Black gloves went to your elbows.
You knew you had to bang Cole tonight. He’d softened some around you since the moment in his cubicle but he was tighter than the damn Iron Bank when it came to anything of information you wanted. He looked handsome in his designer suit, pressed and prim. Hovering behind Alicent, looking like a puppy. You frowned between sips of your champagne. You needed him away from her!
“You’re hot you know,” came a slurred voice.
“Ah. Dearest uncle of mine. Coming to hit on his family. How many flutes I wonder?” You turned to face a grinning Aegon, purple eyes hazy, smelling like Joop! You rolled your eyes and let him jabber on, grinning at Aeg.
“You really must want a piece? You know fucking baseborn isn’t a good look, but your face is so cute,” you teased.
Aegon’s coked-up expression widened into a grin, his hands on your waist as you laughed it off. Jacaerys would pull him off, or Luke. Aegon’s lips grew closer to your neck before being yanked back roughly, one irritated Criston Cole glaring down at Aegon and sending him packing. You waved goodbye.
Criston’s big frame engulfed yours, his more masculine scent aided with some Calvin Klein tickling your nose. Damn this man for being so damnably handsome. He was looking down at you, jaw clenching. You hummed, “Thanks for the save, Cole. Didn’t know you had the knight in shining armor sensibilities.”
He gripped your arm, grunting, “I don’t.”
The taller man led you away, farther and farther towards the bathrooms. You laughed, Criston shooting a glare.
“Where are you taking me?”
He huffed, “Away from here. I have some questions for you.”
“This isn’t going to end up with you strangling me right?”
“Shut up, damn, you talk so godsdamned much!”
You rolled your eyes once again, trying to keep up with his long strides, the man unlocking a door and shoving you inside. You stumbled and cursed, Criston quick to pick you up. He led you over to the desk, picked you up, and put you atop the flat surface.
He stared, jaw clenched, eyes wide as they took you in— calloused hands ran up your pantyhose.
You cocked your head, humming, “I thought you were asking questions.”
Criston closed into space, hands gripping your thighs tighter as he snarled, “I don’t get you. You don’t work for the company, you’re a damn college brat with a chip on your shoulder.” His hands tightened again, fingertips digging into your skin.
“Anyways are we fucking or not?”
Criston looked at a loss for words, nostrils flaring in aggravation. You cooed, hand sliding across his broad shoulders and up to the nape of his neck. Gently playing and pulling at his curls, you leaned closer to his pretty mouth, noses touching.
The man exhaled sharply, voice less sharp as he murmured, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
How funny, you couldn’t either.
Your lips curled up in pleasure, eyes slipping shut as you kissed him softly, a mere press of the lips. Criston tried for more— only for you to pull back and chide, “Slow, we don’t have anywhere to be.” You could tell he was thinking, but Cole acquiesced and matched your pace.
As you lazily smacked lips with him, his hands eased up, rubbing up and down. You slid your tongue between his lips, moaning softly as he eagerly met you, hot and slick. He made a noise deep in his chest when you grabbed a handful of slicked-down dark hair. You pressed up against his firm chest, tongues and lips doing an age-old dance.
Criston sucked on your bottom lip, returning to sup at your mouth, hands roving up higher, your dress rising with the movement. You spread your thighs with a sigh, panting against his insistent mouth. You could feel the kiss grow messy, Criston pulled ever you closer. He flicked his tongue against yours, moaning in desperation.
You distantly wondered if Alicent let him kiss her much. If she let him do anything besides satiate a need. The way he was pressed tight to your frame and groaning like a man deprived from some kisses seemed to affirm that. He pulled back with a wild look, nuzzling and pressing his wet lips to your neck, dark stubble rubbing the thin skin.
You threw your head back for more access, panting and sighing. You pulled at his hair again and spread your legs wider. He gasped when you asked if he was going to eat you out like he did the COO. Criston grumbled, frowning, his hands pulling down your hose.
“Is that all you think I’m good for?”
You studied his downtrodden puppy dog face and felt bad, poor thing had a knack for attaching himself to unavailable women. Your mind railed distantly on what he said about your mother and your siblings.
“Maybe. Looks like you spend more time on your knees than in your cubicle from my time at the office, Criston.”
You pushed at his shoulder, Criston dropping down with a petulant look across his face. He continued to pull your pantyhose down, fingers hooking into your thin underwear along the way. He made a weak nose when you leaned back some, purring, “There we go, take it all off. Gods, you’re pretty down there.”
He moaned again, nosing at your knee, dark eyes peeling from your exposed skin to look up. Criston rasped desperately, “Please, I’m sorry.” Those dark eyes were growing wet. You ripped your gaze away from his face, trailing down his heaving chest to where his flushed cock pushed against his fly.
“Sorry for what?”
Criston whimpered, the sound escaping before he could swallow it down. You smirked, hands running through his dark hair as your legs began to spread. He was staring again, wordless pleading for a taste.
He croaked, “I- ah- apologize for my manner of speech and behavior toward you. I don’t want this to be merely a scheme.”
You murmured, softer than expected at his observation, “You’re a sap, aren’t you? Just want a pretty girl to be all yours hm? You can be mine, I think I’ll let you have me.” You twisted at his hair harder, eliciting another pathetic noise.
“Yeah, that seems nice, you’re going to be mine now. Don’t worry, I’ll let you stick around and hold me afterward Cole. What a waste if I didn’t.”
He choked out, “Please, yes, yes— I’ll be good I swear, I’ll be so good to you.”
You grinned, scooting toward the edge of the desk, soaked cunt right in front of Criston’s teary eyes. You cooed, “I’ll let you have it, Cris, just know who you’re serving now. Me. No one else. No more dallying around with Hightower, you’ll be visiting my office when I pass the bar. Doesn’t that sound sweet, tell me how good I’m letting you have it.”
He got another twist of his hair.
Criston desperately moaned, voice cracking as he gripped your thighs, lips hovering over your pussy. He croaked, “I’m yours, yours, no one but you. No Hightower, no Targaryen— Velaryon.” He sucked a wet breath in, need wracking the man as he began to beg.
“Please- please baby- let me treat you good?”
You nodded, pushing his face toward your cunt. Criston kissed up your thigh, coarse hands moving your legs over his shoulders. His lips were hot and wet, leaving a trail and shiver up your spine. You couldn’t help the throaty moan from your chest when the brunette inhaled with a curse— his molten touch and breath casting across your most sensitive flesh.
“C’mon, c’mon,” you breathed.
Criston wasted no time, delving into your slick folds, mouth immediately kissing and lapping at your soaked entrance. You cried out, thighs jumping and tightening. He groaned in delight, lurid sounds from his overeager eating— that gorgeous nose of his pressed tightly to your bundle of nerves.
“Ngh- Criston, fuck!” You inelegantly carried on, sounding like one of those sultry-eyed whores in the porn movies. The man between your thighs laughed, hands soothing up and down the outside of your propped legs.
There was reverence in Criston’s rumble, his dark eyes as he murmured between messy presses of his lips, “Taste s’fucking good baby.” You arched into his mouth, hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to your aching clit.
“Smart boy,” came your hum of pleasure. One of your knees fell to the side, Criston checking again with expressive eyes as he slid the center two of his digits across your pussy. You nodded, throwing your head back in ecstasy as the man mouthed and tongued at your pearl in sloppy movements. He was utterly lost in it, groaning as he sucked and licked, dexterous fingers deep inside.
The quiet room was filled with the most erotic of noises— squelching, whines, shuddery breaths, and his deliciously messy eating. No wonder Alicent kept him around— you deliriously thought. On that note, you cried his name, laying back on the desk to roll into him easier, his pretty face and fingers dragging across your tender spots. The lovely sting of his stubble added a level.
Pleasure laced up and down your spine, building hot in your lower belly. He moved faster as you began to whimper, moans getting pitchy and needy. He held your hip down with his free hand, moaning. You babbled, “F-fuck, gods, gonna come, can’t stop dripping all over you. Such a good toy!”
He gasped, tonguing around where his fingers stretched your hole, lapping up every bit of your essence like a last meal. You began to writhe, breath choppy between moans. Criston fucked you faster with his fingers, you could feel his obsidian eyes watching with feverish heat.
Your belly tightened and spasmed, that wondrous feeling of intense pleasure blooming when the marcher sealed his perfect lips over your clit again to suck. He had to hold you down with one hand splayed across your lower belly, strength evident as you bucked and whined and keened his name.
You shivered, tears of overstimulation pricking as he lapped you clean, sucking his fingers with a slutty little moan. Criston mumbled, “Was that good, princess?” His calloused palm rubbed your trembling stomach, soothing and maddening as you came down from the orgasm.
Eventually gathering your wits, you held out a hand, the ‘businessman’ helping you sit upright. You felt a mess, running a hand over your errant curls, cunt on display, pantyhose ‘round your ankles. Criston looked at you like a goddess, his ever-helpful hands easing your pantyhose up before you stopped him.
His thick brows furrowed in confusion.
You laughed softly, “You’ve done a good job, I don’t see why you don’t get a reward.”
Criston’s hands reflexively tightened, his big chest swelling as he inhaled. You continued in your saccharine tone, “I mean you ate me out like a champ, I’m sure you’re tired of walking off with cum in your underwear or a hard-on from hell. Poor puppy, you look so swollen too.”
Criston outright whimpered, “Hurts.”
You cradled his face, cooing at the furrow in his brow, how those almond eyes were nearly full of tears. Gods, he was perfect, all man but willing to be jerked around by ‘the lesser sex’. So they say. Your eyes shifted to his cock once more, painfully pressing against his fly. Criston made another pitiful noise.
“You wanna come? I’ll let you bend me over this desk. You better fuck me hard, gods know you’re used to getting ridden. You’re just a sweet little fuck toy, hm?”
Criston gasped, eyes closing as a tear slipped. He was shaking with need, mouth hanging open as he babbled, “Yes- m’your fuck toy, but I’ll do it good for you, I’ll make you come, baby, I’ll hold it I swear!”
You smiled, turning to get on your belly, legs planted on the ground now. You could hear him shucking off his blazer, fervent fingers ripping at buttons. While he divested his clothing you teased mercilessly.
“So excited aren’t you? Big man gets to fuck now. You’re welcome. Tell me who you serve now. Tell me who you belong to and I’ll let you fill me up.”
He croaked, voice cracking, “I serve you now, yours, m’gonna make you feel so good, I won’t come, I’ll hold it.”
You turned to eye his heaving chest, the dark hair trailing down to his thick cock. A moan slipped from your lips at his beauty. His pretty prick was so flushed, you’d give him some slack if he did come. Poor thing was already worked and messy tears would be no good.
“C’mon then, I’m ready, take it easy stud,” you said, pulling him by the wrist. That hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in. He was panting while guiding the weepy tip of his cock into your sensitive cunt. The tip pressed up into your folds, stretching you out agonizingly slow.
Criston heaved, easing in further, little grunts and huffs from behind. He gritted out, “Pussy’s fucking perfect, gods.” You closed your eyes, savoring the stretch as Cole eased the tip in, pausing with a tremble. You let him acclimate, the marcher moaning throatily.
“Shh-shit, shit,” he said, both hands on your waist now.
You moaned softly as he went deeper, his prick molten hot and filling you up. It ground against your ridged walls, your cunt gripping the intrusion, more pleasure crawling up your spine. He was whining through his nose, muttering about how good you felt, how tight and wet it was.
You soothed, “I know, take it easy, you wanna fuck me good and hard, you need it, Cris.”
Criston groaned, “Oh- thank y-you, I needed this, s-so godsdamn hard for you baby.”
You gripped the edge of the desk as Criston was deep, his trim hips against your ass as he carried on. He leaned forward a bit, breathing through the intense stimulation. You didn’t mind, his bitten-off whimpers were cute. He was a sweetie under all his bluff.
You told him so, earning another agonized moan.
Soon Cris’ cock wasn’t throbbing and his breath had evened out. You turned to get a look, pulling him in for a quick kiss, his dark lips swollen. Criston murmured, “I think I’m ready. I can take you good and hard like you want princess, if you’ll let me, I’ll be good, s’good.”
You whispered against his lips, “Have at it stud. About time someone put that strength to good use. But you better have me soaking your cock before you think about busting.” He nodded, eyes adoring when you playfully nipped his lip, reaching back to smack a lean flank.
You couldn’t help the noise pushed out of you when he pulled out to the tip, adjusting your hips so he could slam back in at the right angle. The pair of you practically howled in unison, the primal affair on. Criston fucked like a man deprived, quick, and strong thrust.
You cried out as his hips cracked against your ass, his heavy sac hitting your clit. Criston groaned and cursed, pausing occasionally on a good deep thrust just to get ahold of himself once more. Your nails dug into the hard surface of the desk, mouth hanging wide open.
“Yeah- yeah, baby, good boy- ohgods!” You cried out when he pulled you upright against his body, fingers thumbing and pinching your nipples. He slurred nonsense, wet kisses as he lost himself, only focused on fucking you into oblivion.
Sweat began to bead across your body, turning to gooseflesh from the stimulation. His fingertips swirling and softly tugging at your nipples sent a bolt of white-hot arousal down to your clit. You knew you were getting wetter for him. Hells, you’d started crying out in ecstasy, bucking back into him like a wild animal.
Criston growled, “I’m yours, let me be yours, I’ll do this every night if you see fit.”
How he was suddenly composed pissed you off. But you were too out of sorts to do anything but moan and roll back onto his fat cock that was wrecking you. Giving a little whine of acquiescence, you nodded. He was yours now, he was going to be your big scary guard dog that adores his lady.
You heaved at the thought, belly tightening up, nipples budding so hard it hurt. Criston began to slowly push you back onto the desk, his heated body following, enveloping you in his warmth and scent. Criston grinned against your neck, pressing kisses as he slipped a hand down to form a vee with his fingers, rubbing at your flushed clit.
You wouldn’t admit this later but you squealed. You squealed and thrashed and came so hard your vision blacked out. Ecstasy consumed every part of your body. You gushed on Criston, pussy pulling and pulsing around him. When you could see again— he was the perfect wreck.
The brunette was waiting for permission. He was desperately begging, voice pitched enough to make it crack. You could hear the warble of a sob building up. Yet the man still sloppily rutted into your cunt, discordant and choppy. He cried softly, “Pleasepleaseplease let me come, please, oh it hurts, I did good yeah? Hurts- nghhh- mhh- gonna pop baby please.”
“Fill me up,” you slurred.
Criston came with a silent scream, shaking all over as he shoved deep and emptied— hot seed overflowing your cunt. He whined and whined as his swollen balls emptied, enough to make your spent body shiver.
The moment of bliss became subdued, his shaky hand reached for a tissue, pulling out, both of you hissing as he caught the excess, getting another few tissues to clean both of you up. Criston quietly pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, pulling your underwear and hose up.
You turned to help the debauched man get himself clothed and back together. He was quiet, lips quirked a little, smile not quite reaching his eyes. As you buttoned his shirt up and started in on his tie, you looked up.
“I do mean it, I don’t mind this, I think you’re not so bad under your yuppie dick persona you like to put on,” you teased gently, straightening the tie. Criston frowned a bit, exhaling, “I seem to get grief in return every time. But…but I like your sweetness that shines when you’re not preening for your mother.”
He gave a grin this time, a real one that made his eyes crinkle, a glimmer of warmth.
You kissed him again, humming, “Well- since you’re my sweet boy now, maybe Mother and Ali can finally hook up.”
That was the first real laugh you’d heard from the man. He pulled you in close, chuckling, “Perhaps we’re doing everyone a favor if so. We’ll figure out the hoops as they come. Probably will be upsetting our bosses.”
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Horizon AU: Twin Flames - Aloy, Beta and Elisabet (Zero Dawn Act) final concepts
*texts' transcriptions under the cut after the images*
Nora Beta's design was made by me.
REPOST, EDIT/USE OR FEED MY ART TO AI ISN'T ALLOWED
Read about Isaac, their machine companion [here]
This was... so much work... *falls off* (talking about write all of this story in the past... 5 months omg)
This AU has an ongoing fanfic! You can read on Ao3: [LINK]
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Aloy
172cm/5.6' - 21 years old
In this AU, Aloy is much more aggressive and socially distant than in canon. Although she grew up alongside Beta, so she knows affection and manners. Only Beta and Elisabet know Aloy’s true self: a gremlin, curious, funny, and loving person.
Her aggressive behavior towards other people is a mask and a defense mechanism. She developed such behavior due to how often she had to defend herself and her sister from bullies (and machines too), never allowing herself to lower her guard, also adding how much she internalized the pain from the shunning. Now that she is free to explore the world, she's willing to learn how to manage this behavior with her sister's help to stop fearing the world they want to explore.
Because she's been bottling her negative emotions for such a long time, she has a contained rage she has yet to learn how to use to her advantage. An easy way to trigger her is if Beta gets really hurt (either physically or emotionally).
Beta, her younger sister, is the most important person in her life. Aloy is willing to do anything to ensure her welfare and happiness, even if that means getting herself hurt or worse. Beta is the only person who can get Aloy to speak out her true feelings and thoughts and be a compass to help her how to handle negative emotions better.
Raised on the Nora ways of hunting, Aloy is an excellent hunter in this AU, just like in canon. But here, she’s also a ferocious brawler, and she does not only fight humans in hand-to-hand combat but also small machines. She has an unbelievable resistance to pain, is way more muscular, and is a bit taller than her canon counterpart due to her rather different physical training.
She followed her sister in her curiosity about the Old World, so Aloy started in this AU with much more knowledge about said subject. Just like her sister, she was also indirectly taught by Elisabet herself (through their Focuses) about programming and machines.
Beta
168cm/5.5' - 21 years old (possibly)
In this AU, Beta grew up alongside Aloy as an outcast. She is a skilled fighter and hunter like her sister, much more social and confident than in canon. Although, her confidence ends when she finds herself alone or in a discussion with another person.
Beta had a lot of health issues in her childhood and was way weaker than her sister for a long time. She has always been a scared child, afraid of confrontations face to face with bullies or machines, which led Aloy to protect her all the time they were away from Rost. Her dependence on her sister to protect her always bothered her, as she never liked to see her sister getting hurt, especially on her behalf. Now that she is free to explore the world, she wants her sister’s help to become strong and overcome her fears from childhood. She wants to fight by her sister’s side, not behind her anymore.
She enters a state of silent panic when under unbearable stress, becoming just as aggressive and violent as her sister normally is. The easier way to trigger this behavior is if she sees Aloy in a life-and-death situation.
Aloy, her older sister, is the most important person in her life. Beta is willing to do anything to ensure her sister’s welfare and happiness, even if that means getting herself hurt or worse. Aloy is the only person who can talk some courage and confidence to Beta. She’s also the only person Beta trusts for her safety, allowing her to let her curiosity go wild, especially when it comes to studying machines.
Beta was raised in the Nora ways of hunting, even if a bit later than her sister. But because of her said above issues, she developed a more stealthy and trapper way of fighting. She’s weak to pain and will always try to keep her distance from her target(s).
When she met Aloy, she was out of memories, not remembering how she got into the underground bunker. She’s not even sure if “Beta” is her name, but she did have some knowledge about the Old World. The only thing she’s sure about is that bad people are searching for her out there.
Elisabet Sobeck
168cm/5.5' - Mid to late 40s
In this alternative universe, Elisabet is being kept alive in a cryosleep state by the Zeniths for a reason she has yet to find out. She can communicate with Aloy and Beta using a holo-avatar through their Focuses because of the “vivid dream state” her unconscious mind is in. Her holo-avatar has two forms: an orange jaybird and her real self.
Although, because of her frozen slumbering state, she can’t recall all of her memories. But she’s slowly being “defrosted,” and it’s a matter of time until she can remember everything. For now, the rising danger called HADES and things related to the Old World and Machines only give her some feeling of familiarity or some random information(s).
Elisabet has been in contact with Aloy and Beta since they got their Focuses when they were kids, but she could only directly communicate recently. She has acted as an omnipresent guardian, watching the sisters and helping them by controlling their Focuses when necessary. She taught them about basic programming and machines that way.
She has an unexplainable motherly care for Aloy and Beta, which makes her (and the sisters) believe she's their mother- aside from the extreme visual similarity. She doesn't remember how she became a mother yet, but she'll do everything she can to help and protect her daughters.
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"Cursed Vessel" - a Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic
Reposting this for some extra flair I guess since I got information about dividers.
CONTENT WARNING: Work contains depictions of violence and gore, use of swearing, smoking of tobacco, and alcohol.
Each chapter has trigger warnings in the beginning notes due to the nature of the chapter.
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Master list - All available on AO3 Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End Chapter 2: The Mean Voice Chapter 3: Mission Start Chapter 4: Brat and Kuna Chapter 5: Seven to Three Chapter 6: Incarnation Chapter 7: To Kyoto Chapter 8: What is Being Evil? Chapter 9: A Child of Potential Calamity - pending Chapter 10: Bingo - pending Chapter 11: Meet Up - pending Chapter 12: Bad and Good Luck - pending Chapter 13: Welcome Home - pending Chapter 14: Realization - pending Chapter 15: Probability - pending Chapter 16: The Siblings - pending Chapter 17: Yoshinaga and Co. - pending Chapter 18: The Monk and Their King - pending Chapter 19: Tracking Yuji - pending Chapter 20: Clear Evidence - pending
Summary:
Even at the age of five Yuji Itadori knew something was wrong - he woke up with horrible nightmares and terrible burning sensations all over his body, and there was always a "mean voice" in his head that won't go away. His grandfather decided it was time to take him to an old friend that could possibly help him with this new issue. Kento Nanami was extremely disinterested with the Jujutsu world after his best friend was killed during a mission the year prior. When a new mission came up for rescuing a little boy who happens to be the vessel of "The King of Curses", Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami was forced to go on the mission.
TLDR: Basically the story is that Yuji becomes Sukuna's vessel at a younger age and his relation to him is more known, so Jujutsu High has to protect him/save him from weirdos. Nanami is the main caretaker. Gojo likes to be there because he's Gojo. Takes place Spring 2008, so it's after Hidden Inventory/Premature Death.
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I - Miracles of the White Nights [Il Dottore x Reader/OC]
For Valentine’s Day I’m sharing the first chapter of my longer fanfiction about Il Dottore and my Genshin OC Marie Snezhevna (this story can be perceived as reader insert type of thing; the characters' names play a big role in the plot and I decided to pick them by myself). In this chapter I have not provided the most detailed background of the current circumstances between Zandik and Marie, but I plan to do so in the future. I don’t really know if I’ll update it in any regular schedule, but for sure I’m going to continue this story. Meanwhile, enjoy!
TW: Minimally suggestive! Mentions of Marie's guesses about Dottore's true intentions. Summary: Small gestures make a big difference. Due to the long lasting effects of a serious argument with Il Dottore, Marie Shnezhevna gets degraded on the lower position in Haeresys despite being one of his most reliable workers in the lab. Three months later a ceasefire is established. Zandik finds surprising but efficient way to trick her into getting promoted again. Don't repost my artworks/writings please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. I am the author of both text and signature illustarion. ♡ English is my second language, there may occur some grammar issues!
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I - Miracles of the White Nights
“The days in Snezhnaya seem identical. Wherever you go, you will find your hair and eyelashes frozen. It's so cold that you have to keep moving your body constantly in order to survive, even in the properly chosen clothing. Everywhere you look, you'll be surrounded by the snowy desert. If you stray too far from human settlements, your eyes will be obscured by one of the sudden snowstorms. Bunch of snowflakes will cut into your face like tiny, marvelously crafted blades. Somewhere on the horizon you may spot the outlines of deep, impenetrable, coniferous forests. You will find it difficult to stand straight due to the violent blows of the whistling wind trying to bury you alive in the frosty grave. It's worth mentioning that the typical Snezhnayan days are rather short in comparison to local nights that can last even for months. This land is harsh, but it still possesses unique, raw beauty. Those cold nights offer truly charming views in the form of multi-colored aurorae you couldn't experience anywhere else in equally rich form. The artistry of almighty Cryo Archon is undeniable, only the canvas she uses to paint her abstract compositions are painfully fake. Of course, these aren't the only charms of the Ice Nation. This country is huge and full of contrasts. What may seem surprising is this special time of the year when the sun takes control over the sky completely, so it doesn't set at all. The local population describes this phenomenon as the "Miracle of the White Nights''. Over the course of four hundred years, one could experience many of them, but they could not compare to the fragrant, inflaming nights in the Nation of Wisdom.”
Zandik, as he wasn't holed up in the deepest dungeons of Haeresys, stopped next to one of the windows in the southern part of his mansion and locked his gaze on the distance. The scarlet irises wandered somewhere along the glittering horizon, seemingly without any specific goal as the Harbinger enjoyed pervasive silence. Since he got rid of the segments, it had been happening more and more often. Sometimes he was just trying to shake off a strange feeling of lightness inside his skull. He was fed up with everything. Exhausted with the amount of delayed work. Instead of dealing with serious matters, he wasted too much time on trivial affairs such as correcting the mistakes of people less competent than himself. For centuries he wasn't relying on his employees that much and now he was just even more disappointed with them. After all, they were only humans with ordinary lifespans, without the satisfying amount of experience that would possibly match the level of Teyvat's most powerful mind. Zandik felt frustrated by the lack of quick alternatives to slow down the pace of his own work. He was alone with all of the projects he started when his other selves were still present. By the time he still handled most of the things on his own in different forms, but for now he couldn't even rely on himself truly. This would be a disgrace to him if he addressed this issue to Pierro or their Archon, since for hundreds of years he had been an exceptional professional, the master of planning and reacting quickly to every breakthrough revelation. He was always a few steps before everyone. At this stage, it was not possible for him to return to such a tedious work alone. It would be much less problematic if only deadlines never existed. Escape in thought was his way to break away from the unfavorable situation at least for a short moment. His thoughts traveled to the place where it never snowed. To the forests that sheltered a much richer variety of living organisms. The days were longer there, and the hot nights often made it impossible to fall asleep. The scents in Sumerian air could effortlessly mess with the restless minds of angry young men living for some greater purposes… For the Second Harbigner of Shneznaya, looking towards Sumeru was an involuntary, bitter flirtation with his own past. Currently he was in a place so incongruous to his homeland, but it was the only nation that guaranteed him complete freedom and support in turning his wildest daydreams into reality. It was the only place in Teyvat that allowed him to prove himself the way he was. He had everything he wanted to continue his journey and test the ideas that many would not even dare to think about… And yet, somewhere in his suppressed consciousness, he understood perfectly well that even here he was just a stranger meant to simply play his part. This time, as the man continued staring out the window, he heard the echo of someone's slow footsteps on the marble floor behind him. He recognized the sequence of these steps extraordinarily well… Those were inimitable. If only their owner walked barefoot, she would reach him in perfect silence. The corners of the Doctor's mouth turned up involuntarily.
“Marie Snezhevna,” he said without even turning towards the woman. Instead, he laced his fingers together behind his back. “Is this an emergency? At this hour I would rather expect to witness your presence in the laboratory or in your chamber.”
His voice echoed crystal clear between the walls of the corridor occupied by him and his underling. As usual, the scientist chose his words in a stiff, somewhat archaic way. Although it added seriousness and supposed politeness to his overall image, he himself seemed distant. Despite Zandik's cold demeanor, his interlocutor did not feel rejected. She was used to talking to him. Marie's interactions with Il Dottore resembled rituals based on some unwritten rules which the main participants managed to learn over the last few years. If there was an ordinary side witness there, the said unrefined observer could experience the eagerness to say that both Marie and Dottore enjoyed engaging in these subtle games.
“I will leave immediately if I interrupted something important,” the woman replied calmly, keeping her demeanor professional. Zandik remained silent for a moment, giving her no answer. This made the woman sigh heavily before she turned her back towards him to fulfill her promise. The quiet rustle of her clothes alerted the Harbinger, who slowly turned towards her and squinted his eyes hidden under the raven mask.
“Stop.”
It was an order. Naturally, the woman immediately stopped and turned her face towards him, allowing him to continue his speech. After all, she had to respect his will. He cleared his throat, seemingly offended by the whole situation.
“You wouldn't come here without a reason. Besides, I don't think it's respectful to be in a hurry when you're talking to your boss.” Indeed, he had known her for a long time and he knew what he could expect from her. He had to play it cool, precisely because — since he had fully understood his own position over the last few months – he didn't want to miss the opportunity to finally talk to Marie alone.
Since he delivered the two gnosis to Tsaritsa, he cut off almost all forms of communication with his former main assistant except her reports on the progress of her research under his command. Although the heretical scientist usually didn't care about time, now it felt like the whole eternity had passed. A really strange thing. Deep down in his heart he was a simple coward, or maybe his unwavering patience was reasonable and had finally paid off as the woman herself announced her readiness for a face-to-face confrontation? Marie shrugged her arms and shifted her body weight to one of her hips before shaking her head, sighing again with a faint smile on her lips. It was an extremely familiar gesture, as if everything before had never had the opportunity to set them apart.
“Of course, naturally…” she looked up at him, and then her facial features softened noticeably. “I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. I really didn't expect this. Certainly not after I caused additional problems in a very crucial situation. I made it all about myself. I think you deserve an apology for what I said, when I stated that you're…”
“Your apology is unnecessary.”
The Harbinger made a gentle gesture with his hand to silence her. He didn't want Marie to take old skeletons out of the closet. He also did not want to elaborate more about the choice of his that had a negative impact on his daily functioning. He wasn't even bothered by the earlier behavior of his former assistant anymore. Even though he still couldn't fully accept what she truly meant back then, he understood her perspective on an intellectual level. During that mission, he was caught off guard by Kusanali and he just did what was necessary to succeed. However, he could have done it all more skillfully to minimize the unpleasant side effects of the special operation. However, he did not take this into account at the time, so he was delaying an adequate response to Marie's complaints. No honest apology passed his lips in ages and he wasn't very likely to utter that magical word anytime soon.
“Follow me. It will be much more beneficial,” he gestured and clasped his hands behind his back again. Then, he started moving further into the southern nave of the mansion. He walked leisurely, visibly waiting for Marie to go after him. True to his expectations, she caught up with him very quickly. When Marie glanced at his face from closer distance, she spotted his poor state immediately. He looked extremely tired and couldn't hide it even under the mask. His skin was paler than usual and it had a sickly greenish undertone. Exhaustion would explain his growing isolation in a convincing way. His own pride was his downfall. As they walked through the corridors in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside, Marie noticed that they were approaching the sector of private chambers. His intentions could be... everything and anything.
Dottore's supposed intentions caused Marie's consternation, but in order to avoid hasty guesses, she decided to keep all comments to herself. The time on his side teached her that the worst things were usually caused by the incorrect assumptions about his agenda. Yet, when Zandik started unlocking the door to his dorm, the woman cleared her throat quietly and took a step back.
“I'll wait outside.”
Slightly awkward smile appeared on her face. She received a reply in the form of a nod. It seemed that he didn't care about the goal that could stereotypically motivate any man to take a woman to his apartment. Overally, Zandik loved privacy, so Marie was going to respect that as well, leaving aside the obvious moral issues. The Doctor disappeared inside his apartment for around five minutes. When he came back, he handed her a small box wrapped in a papyrus. He had a gentle yet wry smile on his lips that only fools could trust. He warned the woman before she started asking him any questions.
“In Sumeru I managed to obtain some new chemical samples which I expect you to analyze, describe, and maybe even extract something completely new from them. I just require you to be extremely careful when handling them. I didn’t choose any intermediary, considering the high value of those resources… I'm strongly against unpacking them outside of the laboratory environment.”
“I see. I will do my best to keep them safe,” Marie took over the package with extreme caution. She seemed to turn pale when she heard a silent clink of glass under the packaging. She looked fearfully at the Harbringer, who rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles, covering the lower part of his face at the same time. It took a lot of effort for him not to burst into manic laughter. Fortunately, Dottore was an excellent actor.
“This is another urgent project that has been delayed unexpectedly, so get on with it immediately… If you can make it this evening, I might even consider promoting you again.”
The man sounded as categorical as promising. Yes, exactly, it was a great idea for Marie to return to her previous position. Of course, if only that's what she wanted. Zandik just intended to convince her to do so, being fully determined to achieve the desired effect. Among all of his employees, he memorized cooperation with Marie as the most pleasant. Moreover, he could keep an eye on her constantly to avoid particularly embarrassing accidents involving her... This woman's reliability required appropriate supervision to shine fully.
“Promoting me, you say… For how long?” Although the woman turned it into a joke, she slowly moved towards the opposite side of the corridor, remaining very careful around the package received from her boss. Since Marie was cut from the same cloth as Zandik, she also didn't want to admit that she simply missed the infamous heretic's company. “Apart from formalities, I just wonder what it is. Naturally, I will prepare the report as soon as possible!”
The Harbinger watched as the woman took up her task. It was amusing to witness her curiosity and willingness to gain knowledge. In this particular case, he had a feeling that it would herald a real breakthrough in their united research.
“I'm counting on your expertise, Professor,” he added in Fontanian as she left, before the storm of woman's black curls disappeared from his sight. He expected very quick results from this long-awaited experiment.
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When Marie entered her study room in the lab, she put the package on the table and rubbed her hands together with excitement. Sumeru was the region with the best samples of poisons. What could be inside the parcel? Small colorful frogs for the production of poison darts, medicines and antidotes, rhizomes, roots, leaves, mushrooms, insects… The tropical jungle hid countless treasures and the fact that Il Dottore himself managed the trouble of obtaining raw materials was exceptionally valuable. Marie didn't know anyone who was more familiar with the local flora and fauna. She herself might not have even paid attention to some things during her on field delegations, but now she had the opportunity to learn something new directly from the mastermind himself. On top of that, he offered her another promotion. Wonderful. Low importance tasks weren't as fulfilling as experiencing the true science. After conversation with Zandik she felt extraordinary happiness that she had not expected to return these days. The way he referred to her as Professor scratched the right part of her brain a bit too pleasantly. She was more willing to try to forgive him for scaring her to death when he destroyed his segments out of nowhere. At the same time, was this really necessary to wait so long before handing her the new project?
The woman tied her hair back and put on protective clothing, quietly humming the first random melody that popped into her head. Then, she walked over the table and began unrolling the package. As soon as she saw its contents, she felt the wave of heat on her cheeks. This wasn't what she expected… She slipped the protective mask off her face in bewilderment, and then, with wide eyes, she began to look at the containers. The bottles indeed contained chemicals, but at first glance none of the substances had something to do with the poisonous flora of Sumeru. Those weren't even standard vials from Zandik's laboratory, but some colorful glass flasks decorated according to the Sumerian manner of design and sealed with appropriate labels. Marie sank heavily onto her stool and began carefully turning the bottles over in her fingers. Maybe… Dottore made a mistake or someone miraculously robbed him, replaced the original cargo and even managed to escape with his life? Sounds a bit too silly, but it was all just women's cosmetics. Nothing really valuable to the scientist.
Rose water, kohl, aker fassi and several niche perfume oils. What's more, at the bottom of the package there was an original Sumerian halva decorated with dried fruits.
Marie tried to maintain her denial, but instead of relief, she felt a pang in her heart. At this point her face felt as if she was on fire. If Zandik planned to give it to her right after he returned and her sulks prevented him from doing so… She felt so bad about herself. Willingly or not, she blinked her eyes a few times, as for a moment her vision became blurry. He had no reason to be so generous. Maybe it was a suggestion that he noticed her getting old slowly, or maybe she should just look for some specific, new purposes for simple household chemicals? Maybe the halva was poisoned or packed with elixirs he hadn't tested before? After all, Dottore always devoured it himself and he was reluctant to share it with anyone. Or maybe Marie was just overthinking at the moment and what Dottore really expected from her was terrifyingly simple. Was it that he wanted her to try those substances on herself, like she always used to do in her job? Zandik wished to see the effects of her work in the evening, which meant there was no time for typical scientific inspection… Marie had just enough time to do her makeup. It was exciting, moving and scary in its own way. It wasn't usual to get any prosaic, non-scientific gift from Zandik.
However, if this was the only requirement to restore the old order in the laboratory, Marie was willing to do it for both of them and touch the precious part of Sumeru that he brought to Snezhnaya for her. Soon the woman's green eyes got embraced by a beautiful dark frame. Her cheeks and lips got touched with the color of a pomegranate with a golden glow. She placed the sweet scent of honey, sandalwood and rose behind her ear. She cut the halva into pieces. For now she was almost ready to face him again. It was one of those white nights, when endless days asserted their domination over the lenghty times of darkness again.
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FANFICTION IS AT RISK - PLEASE READ!
Due to copyright issues fanfiction will, and has always been, free. But illegal selling of work is putting writers and fanfiction itself at risk. If we do not get this under control we will lose all fanfiction forever. What was one an extension of our favorite books/movies/series will be permanently erased.
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I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 9)
NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER
summary: you get an unexpected visitor
warnings: the usual IC slander, Cassian slander
word count: 4.2k
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a/n: this is super short and rushed but I wanted to post it so I can get to work on the solstice chapter since so much happens! also none of this is proofread haha
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Several weeks had passed since Nesta returned from the mountains. Since then, Nesta had spent several nights in your bed. Not for sex, like she had with Cassian, but for comfort. The two of you were content to lay there, limbs entangled and simply happy to just be holding each other again. Your sheets had begun to smell like Nesta, which would have been a problem a few months ago but thankfully was nothing to worry about now.
Azriel had never come to your room, nor Cassian. Despite training every day with the spymaster, he always let you meet him in the training room rather than fetching you himself. He seemed too busy to be worrying about monitoring you and Nesta nowadays. You imagined that was likely due to Braillyn, the High Lord running his spymaster ragged with missions to extract any information he could on the situation. He still probably had an eye on you, but not as much as before – especially after your public talk with Nesta during that day of training.
Where you stood with Nesta was still a bit of a mystery to you. Not a day went by where you did not think of her lips on your own after she returned from the mountains, but you knew that whatever she had with Cassian was unresolved. The hurt and longing was evident in his eyes as he interacted with Nesta during training. She had stopped giving into his advances, and had apparently explained that after everything that happened she needed time to heal before jumping into bed with him again. She told you as much, recounting how the Illyrian general was confused and hurt, but respected his wishes. But that did not stop him from casting those longing gazes at her during training.
You cared about Nesta more than you had cared about anyone ever before. You felt it deep in your chest, that song that echoed and filled the hollow void in your heart whenever the female was in your presence. Whenever she kissed you, the two of you clung onto each other as if you’d slip away into dust at any moment. But there was no discussing whatever feelings you two had for each other – the thought of bringing it up scared you, made you worry that she’d put up those walls she’d perfected for so many years at the prospect of opening her heart up. She still cared about Cassian and did not want to hurt him, and something between them was still lingering. You could feel it, but never pressed the issue. Once plans were set in motion to get out, you could figure things out.
Spending time with Gwyn and Emerie had become a light in the darkness of the Night
Court. The two females brought a smile to your face, getting along with you quite easily as if you had known each other since birth. Gwyn was quieter, but shared your passion for history and learning. Her teal eyes would brighten whenever you asked her about her work, leading to a ramble about some development or idea that you were more than happy to listen to. Emerie was bolder, sharing your sense of humour and sarcasm. You were scolded several times by Cassian or Azriel during training for breaking out into laughter, unable to help the glances you exchanged.
Today, Nesta had gone to the Prison with Cassian in search of the Harp. She had been reluctant to go, especially given how awkward it would be with Cassian given she had halted their tumbles in the sheets. But it remained part of your plan, for you and Nesta to seemingly cooperate with the Night Court enough for at least one of you to gain access to communicating with Eris in private to figure out an escape plan. Your training with Azriel was going well, despite his short temper and distracted mind these days, but you knew that Nesta was the one they were more likely to trust. So far they trusted her enough to tell her about Braillyn and the Troves, as well as join in on Cassian’s meeting with the Autumn Prince. All you two had to do was figure out a way to make a plan with Eris on how to get you out. Despite his reputation as a cruel, cunning male, you were aware he knew enough about politics to be able to figure out how to get you and Nesta to Autumn without starting a war.
Your fate would lay partially in the hands of Eris Vanserra, a thought that made you a bit uneasy. But your leverage on him was strong enough you tried not to let it bother you.
Sitting on the edge of the bench on the back balcony, you flipped the page of the book you were attempting to read. It was from Emerie, and normally you’d have devoured it overnight but the stress of your plan was distracting you. There were a million things that could go wrong, and they replayed every night in your head. The cool breeze from the mountains did nothing to soothe your racing thoughts.
“Penny for your thoughts?” A sly voice you’d recognize anywhere caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. The book fell out of your hands, your page lost and forgotten. You spun around, met with the tall, lean form of Eris a few feet away. His hands were in his pockets, a casual stance as if he wasn’t just standing in the middle of a fortress he definitely should not have been able to get to.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You demanded, quickly scanning your surroundings to see if any lingering servants were watching. “If anyone sees you–”
Eris’ snort interrupted you. “Better tell your spymaster to train you harder if you didn’t see me coming,” He said. “If you’re this bad at scanning your surroundings then you won’t last long on your next mission.”
“There better be a good reason…” Your voice trailed off as his last sentence sunk in. “Wait, what did you just say?”
A red eyebrow was raised, green eyes wide with mock surprise. The arrogant bastard titled his head. “Oh my, he hasn’t told you has he?”
Your blood ran cold, a sense of dread creeping in. Azriel had been so distracted the past few weeks, you thought it was only because of his missions. Like a fool, you hadn’t bothered to try and figure out why, simply content to take his distraction for granted. You stood up, hands curling into fists as you met Eris’ gaze with your own.
“What hasn’t he told me, Eris?” Your voice was quiet and cold like a winter’s chill, frost creeping in to slowly consume the life in front of it.
“That you’re going to be sent to the continent to spy on Braillyn for Rhysand.”
The world around you seemed to stop, even the howling wind. Your mouth was dry, and you felt sick. While training had been going well, you weren’t stupid and neither were Rhysand or Azriel – you wouldn’t last more than a few days on a mission outside Prythian, let alone on the heavily guarded territory that the mortal queen resided in. It was basically a death sentence, a quiet way for Rhysand to get rid of you entirely.
“How do you know?” You managed to croak out.
Eris shrugged. “At my last meeting Rhysand a few weeks ago explained he had an asset he would be sending to the continent to spy on Braillyn for us. He didn’t say who, but it took Azriel maybe three seconds to figure out he was referring to you. He tried to object, and say you were not remotely ready, but Rhysand simply ordered him to make you ready.”
Part of you didn’t want to hear the rest, but you pushed anyway. “Ready for when?”
“Right after the Winter Solstice.”
You sucked in a breath, exhaling shakily. Tears welled in your eyes and you quickly looked away, turning towards the balcony. Your trembling fingers gripped the cold railing as you fought to steady yourself.
“It’s a death sentence.” Your voice was quiet. “I wouldn’t last more than a day there. Azriel knows it and so does Rhysand. But he wants to send me there anyway, knowing I probably won’t come back. He thinks I don’t know about any of their plans with the Troves, so I won’t have any information to give up to them if they catch me. I’m disposable...”
Your voice trailed off again, and you stared blankly at the mountains in the distance. Suddenly a realization struck you at the timing of it all. “Oh my god…” You muttered.
“What is it?” Eris asked, coming to stand next to you on the balcony.
“When did you say this meeting was?”
“A few weeks ago. Maybe four, why?”
You sucked in a breath. “Because that’s around the time Cassian likely reported to Rhys that Nesta and I had made up and were friends again.”
A few seconds of silence echoed around you until Eris sighed. “Unfortunately, my dear, I am not surprised.” He said, tapping a slender finger on the railing. “He saw the strength of the unity you two had at that dinner party and how together, you were not afraid to challenge him. Eliminating any bonds Nesta might have with those who could go against him? It’s cruel, but smart. If you were anyone else I’d approve.”
His words sounded like he was underwater. “Azriel…” Anger seeped into your voice again. “He knew. He’s known for weeks and he said nothing. Why? Why not tell me what I’m training for?”
Eris scoffed, turning around and resting his back on the railing before turning to look down at you. “Probably because he has slightly more brains than the rest of those brutes and knew that you’d throw a fit and run for the hills if you found out.”
“Why….” Was all you could repeat as the ache sunk in. You didn’t fully trust Azriel, but he had a history of advocating for you. When Amren belittled you at the River House, he had stepped in to defend you. Not once had the shadowsinger done anything to make you resent him. He had been respectful, and quiet – no taunting or sugar coating things.
But this proved what you had known deep down, that at the end of the day, Azriel’s leash would always be in the hands of his High Lord. A single tear fell down your cheek, brushed away by a chilly breeze.
“So I have until the Winter Solstice before he sends me away, unless we can figure out how to get us out of here?” You said, voice hollow.
“Correct.” Eris nodded. “And I’ve been working on that. I keep my word, little fox. And that is why I am here.”
You cleared your throat, wiping away any wetness on your cheeks and regained your composure. “So tell me then.” You said, trying to push down the anger at Azriel churning in your gut.
“I have been invited to the Winter Solstice celebration in the Hewn City,” Eris began. “No doubt because he’s worried I am shaken by Tamlin discovering our alliance and wants to remind me of our agreement. I also suspect he will want to use Nesta to dangle in front of me and imply that I could possibly have her if I remain loyal. It’ll be a courtesy for me to dance with a lady of the Night Court, and Nesta is their most likely candidate.”
You balked. “They want to use Nesta as bait like a piece of meat?”
“Yes. Don’t sound so surprised. I’m not. Rhysand is an asshole but he’s smart. I plan on asking for Nesta’s hand in marriage at the ball.”
Marriage? You mind whirled at the prospect and you tried to ignore the jealousy that formed in your gut. It was drastic, but you could see where he was coming from…
“You plan to ask in public to back him into a corner,” You said slowly. “So that he has to say yes unless he wants to be seen by the other High Lords as another male who thinks the women of his court belong to him.”
Eris scoffed again. “Believe me, most members of his court wouldn’t bat an eye at that. Or mine, to be frank. But it would make him look bad to imply an offering and then back out of it. Everything is about image with him, and marrying Nesta to me would be very advantageous to him.”
You sighed, fiddling with your cold fingers. “He won’t say yes,” You pointed out. “Nesta is his mate’s sister, he hates her but Feyre would hate having Nesta in a different court. He’ll make up some reason why he can’t.”
“I never said it was a perfect plan.” Eris quipped, rolling his eyes. “You are right, he could very well refuse. But I don’t think he’ll go that route, unless his mate throws a fit over it. Given he seems to be all about choice I imagine he’ll say it’s up to Nesta. If she says yes, I can take her in Autumn at the end of the Night.”
You pondered his words. Out of all the ways to get out of autumn, this was one of the last ways you’d expect it to happen. But an opening was an opening, and you weren’t sure if you’d get another chance. Especially not if you were in the human lands on the continent.
“Do it.” You said, turning to meet Eris’ green eyes as he stared down at you, the usual smirk that played at his lips absent. “What?”
“There’s another flaw with the plan, my dear.” The prince said, more softly. “I have yet to figure out a way to take you with us.”
Your heart dropped, not having thought about that part. He was right – asking for Nesta’s hand in marriage was bold enough as it is, and left no room to make demands such as bringing you along. But it meant Nesta would get out at least.
“It’s ok.” You said quietly. “Just get her out of there. We’ll figure something else out for me.”
“My dear…” Eris shook his head and stepped closer before you cut him off.
“Just do it, Eris.” You said firmly. He stared down at you, brows furrowed and no trace of his usual arrogance.
“You love Nesta, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, I think I do.”
“Then I shall do my best to get you both out, but I can assure you that I can at least get Nesta to Autumn for sure.”
“Thank you, Eris.”
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, saying nothing. Something akin to sadness, maybe pity, swam in those emerald green eyes like he was seeing right through you.
“I would be marrying the female you love.” Eris said quietly.
You gulped. “Yes, but if it meant she was out of Rhysand’s hands… that’s all I want for her.”
Eris hummed, red hair blowing in the wind. “Love is a powerful thing, my dear. I think this will work out in the end.”
“I hope so.”
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A few hours after Eris left, Nesta had returned. Her leathers were coated in blood and grime, hair pulled loose from its braid. She looked exhausted, and you shot up from the couch, once again abandoning Emerie’s book and racing over.
“What the hell happened?” You exclaimed.
“I’m fine.” Nesta muttered as you scanned her for injuries. “A prisoner got out and it got messy. We found the Harp and I used it to get us out of there. We were at the River House for a while until Rhys brought us back here. Cassian got hurt so the healers are seeing to him.”
“Mother above,” You wiped your brow. “Will he be okay?”
“Yes. He just needs to heal for a while. But I reek like monster guts, and I need to get out of these leathers.”
There was something else eating away at Nesta, but you didn’t pry. “Can I help?” You blurted out without thinking. Before you could regret your words, Nesta smiled softly.
“That’d be great.” She said quietly before turning on her heel and walking towards the direction of one of the many bathing rooms.
You followed her into the luxurious space – it was a large room with candles littered across every possible shelfspace. A large tub was carved into the floor, big enough to fit three faeries most likely. It had a golden tap, and a tray with a variation of oils and washes next to it. The room was warm and smelled like lavender, much to your delight.
Nesta unbuckled her belt, pulling it from the loops before tossing it into the bin in the corner. As her slender hands reached for the waist of her pants, you turned towards the tub and busied yourself with turning on the taps. The rush of hot water masked the sound of Nesta’s shuffling as she undressed.
You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t tempting to turn and look at her naked form, to drink in every inch of her bare skin. But then you remembered how Cassian used her body every chance he could for sex, even after she was assaulted by a kelpie. You did not want to put any pressure on Nesta to engage in anything like she and Cassian had, despite the part of you that wanted nothing more than to taste her. You wanted her to be able to be naked in front of you with zero expectations – not that you thought her engaging in sex was a bad thing. You sure weren’t innocent of fucking around to cope with things, but you wanted to respect her after all the trauma body had gone through.
“Stop.” The water in the tub was only halfway when you heard Nesta’s voice. You immediately shut off the water, and turned to meet her gaze. But it was not on you, it was on the water swirling around in the tub, her grey eyes a thousand kilometers away.
“What’s wrong?” You asked carefully.
“The Cauldron…” Nesta’s voice was quiet as she stared blankly. “Baths remind me of the cauldron. I asked Feyre to set up a shower, or any other way of bathing, but she never did.”
Of course. You cursed yourself for not putting it together earlier. Pushing off your knees, you stood up and walked over to Nesta. You could feel her shrinking into herself like a frightened animal, so you took her hand.
“It’s ok, I’m here.” You murmured. “The tub is not full, and it is not the Cauldron. Do not worry about submerging yourself, I can use the bucket to clean your hair and your upper body. Would that be okay?”
Nesta’s voice was far away. “Yes.”
“Ok,” You nodded, taking a step forward. “Get in slowly. We are in no hurry. Just take the first step, okay Nes?”
She nodded, stepping forward on shaky legs and dipping her foot into the top stair within the tub. Once both feet were in, Nesta stood there for a few minutes, breathing heavily before taking another step.
“Attagirl,” You praised, squeezing her hand. “Just one more to go. You can do this, you're safe.”
Ever so slowly, Nesta’s feet touched the bottom of the tub. Closing her eyes, the female remained motionless for several minutes. Not once did you let go of her hand. Eventually, she opened her eyes and they were clearer as she slowly sat down in the water. It only came up to just below her breasts, and she inhaled slowly.
“You did it, Nesta.” You gently let go of her hand and rubbed her back gently. “Now let’s get you cleaned.”
Grabbing the bucket, a fresh sponge, and some ointments you made your way back to the tub. The water was hot as you filled the bucket before gently pouring it down Nesta’s arms, and then her back. You got her hair wet, then lathered a vanilla scented shampoo on your hands and placed them in her hair, massaging it onto her scalp. Dirt and dust melted out of her locks, the unmistakable stench of monsters coming with it.
Once her hair was cleaned and rinsed, you poured a body wash onto the sponge and slowly brought it to Nesta’s shoulder. She did not flinch as you scrubbed her skin, only sighed and closed her eyes. The fear from earlier had gone, and she leaned into your touch. How Cassian even thought it was a good idea to fuck her after a traumatizing situation simply because she was naked in the tub was beyond you.
“Rhys talked about Eris today.” Nesta said as you scrubbed her arm.
“The Mother must be on our side,” You quipped, reaching for more oil. “Because I had a visitor a few hours ago.”
“Eris?” Nesta’s voice was laced with confusion.
“Yes. Don’t ask me how he got past the wards, I don’t want to know. But he has a plan.”
“This’ll be good.”
“He will propose to you at the solstice ball. If you say yes, he will bring you back to Autumn with him.”
Nesta stiffened, and you paused your scrubbing. She turned her body towards you, hand gripping the edge of the tub by your feet. “Seriously?” She asked.
You winced. “I know, it’s not what we expected but–”
“Not that,” Nesta said, shaking her hair. “Today Rhys said I was to dance with Eris at the ball, as a potential offer of what he could attain if he remains loyal.”
You nearly dropped the sponge into the tub. “Eris was right. He predicted that would happen, which is why he made this plan in the first place. I know it’s a drastic step and Eris might not be the best male but–”
“I don’t care.” Nesta’s hand gripped yours. “I’ll do it. If this is our best chance then we have to take it. How’s he getting you out?”
You avoided her gaze, opting to look at the labels on the soap instead. When you didn’t respond, Nesta gripped your hand harder.
“(Y/N),” She said slowly. “How is Eris getting you out too?”
You took in a breath. “He isn’t.” You said after a few moments. Nesta frowned, brows drawing together.
“What do you mean?” She demanded, voice raising. “I’m not going without you. I’ll make him take you with us!”
“He can’t, Nes.” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes. “Think about it. It’s ballsy enough he’ll demand he move you to Autumn immediately at the end of the night. He has no room to make more demands unless he wants to piss Rhys off enough that he says you can’t accept Eris’ offer. Besides, it won’t matter after the solstice.”
“And what the hell does that mean?”
“Because I’ll probably be dead within a few days.”
Nesta jerked her hand back, retreating slowly into the tub. Her silver eyes glowed slightly, swimming with anger and shock. Your chest ached, and every word you pulled out was like hauling a cart through the mud.
“Rhys apparently wants to send me to the continent to spy on Braillyn.” You explained quietly. “That’s why he has me training so hard with Azriel. Eris found out and told me. Rhys and Az both know I’m too untrained to last long, yet he’s sending me there anyways. He made the decision right after Cassian told him we made up.”
“I’ll kill him.” Nesta growled. “He can’t just send you to die like that.”
“He fears that I’ll get you to turn against him and the Inner Circle now that we’re back on speaking terms. And I know too much about his operations. He wants me dead.”
Nesta stood up in the tub and walked over to where you sat at the edge. Vanilla scented bubbles rolled down her pale skin and she stormed through the water. Her hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at her.
“Listen to me,” She hissed, staring down at you. “I don’t care what we have to do. I don’t care if I have to engulf the entire city in silver flames and burn this court to the ground. Let me make one thing clear, I am not leaving this place without you. You were the one who pulled me out from under the water, and you were the one who came up with this plan. I will not abandon you after everything we went through. Even if I have to go through the High Lord himself.”
Her grip on your chin was firm but not painful. Nesta looked at you with such a ferocity, a possessiveness that you had not seen before. It made you want to melt into her arms and promise to be by her side forever.
“Then we have two weeks to figure something out.” You said.
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❤️Natalie Scatorccio SFW Alphabet❤️
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Warnings: Brief mentions of sex/sexual themes, but nothing in-depth/detailed, mention of drug use/overdose
Word Count: 2,151
A/N: Hello loves! I'm here with the first of Natalies two alphabets, starting with her SFW alphabet! honestly, Nat is a hard one for me to capture because I don't want her to sound like she's a bad partner, but the reality is that she probably wouldn't be a great one. Thats about all I have to say though so as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!❤️
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Natalie isn’t naturally all that affectionate these days. Well, not exactly at first glance. It’s something that would take her some time to get into. She’d not be one for small talk or offering you surprise gifts. However, her love language is quality time. She’d prefer sitting quietly in the same room as you or having a lowkey night out for dinner rather than anything too extravagant. She’s also a physical touch enjoyer, though she keeps it minimal. She’ll offer small touches now and then, like a trailing of her fingertips over your hip as she moves past you or a soft peck to your scalp when she isn’t thinking about it.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Natalie isn’t going to initiate a friendship. She’s more likely to get involved with people out of convenience than anything else. Say you frequent the same bar as her often enough, then maybe a relationship would form from there as you slowly learn new tidbits about one another with each drink.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
She isn’t all that into it, but if you like it she won't argue. She just might not wrap herself around you like you would with her. The farthest she goes is an arm over your shoulders or an arm wound around your back. She’s not very touchy-feely after all, but when she does let herself care for you she’ll become more lenient over time.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Oh, hell no. Natalie is not the domestic type, try as she might. She doesn’t like consistency in her life ans she needs things to be different and moving. A sedentary life is out of the question for her, and the worst part of that is it’s not her fault. No matter how hard she could try, a domestic life would eventually bore her.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
She’d be very upfront and blunt about it. She’d not into relationships in the first place and never really has been, so while a breakup is going to be awkward and uncomfortable, I don't see her having an issue with the actual act of breaking up. However, if she's in a situation like her and Travis, it’s going to be so rough and might send her spiraling, which is honestly when she fights so hard against making those kinds of bonds.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)
This girl is not committing. Like before, she doesn’t want to make those kinds of strong bonds with people out of fear of ultimately hurting or pushing them away, so marriage is out of the question unless she has a complete 180 that I'm not expecting and seeks out a lot of therapy to get over her trust and commitment issues.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Emotionally, she's hard and blunt. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything and tells it how it is. But surprisingly, she does have quite a gentle yet hesitant hand. It’s likely due to what she’s done with those same hands in her past, but it goes to show that she still has a softness within her. She doesn’t want to hurt people. It’s just kind of easy for her.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
She aint a hugger. Her hugs are stiff and awkward and there is no way for her to relax. But she’ll endure it if she cares.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
If she had it her way, she wouldn’t. But if she does feel so inclined, it'll take a long time. And I mean a long time, mostly because she doesn’t know if she means it. She likely wouldn’t say it till you have more times over, because she needs the assurance that she’s reading the situation correctly.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
If she’s attached she gets jealous. She doesn’t like sharing. But if what youve got going on is strictly casual, she couldn’t give a shit. She’s probably doing things with other people too. However, if by some strange majesty she does feel some claim over you oh how the jealousy would burn. She’d become brash and mildly aggressive with whoever thought it was a good idea to come on to you and would pull you away, likely to a corner of some kind to make sure you were both on the same page when it comes to your relationship.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
I can only describe her kisses as firm, but let me explain. Natalia has never been the soft type. She takes what she wants and puts her foot down without hesitation, and some of that is reflected in her physicality, one being her kisses. She’s in control and makes sure her partner is aware of that, and what better way to do that than by demeaning her when you kiss her? Her kisses often devolve into gnashing teeth and puffy, red lips.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
She's not as bad as she could be, but she’ll never have any. Poor thing didn’t have anyone to raise her, so there is no way in hell that she feels she’s capable of raising a kid herself. However, that being said, she’s pretty good with kids. Well, older kids to be exact. She has no idea what to do with a baby. But once they’re old enough that she can teach them the reality of the world and how to properly swear she becomes the awesome, fun aunt that takes you out for joyrides and ice cream when mom/dad said not to have sweets before dinner.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Natalie doesn’t get up at least till noon and that's on a good day. The only exceptions are for fresh coffee, breakfast, or morning sex. Other than that, she’d stayed splayed out under the covers for as long as she can. This often results in a headache from sleeping too much, but that’s nothing a little advil can't fix after all. It’s nearly impossible to get her up early, and if you do she won't be happy about it, so don't bank on her joining in on brunch plans.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Natalie would stay out all night if she could. She loves the nightlife and all the little things that come with it, like meeting new people once who will become shadows in her mind, the drinking, and the loud music found in clubs. She’d love to take you out, and honestly, it's far more fun going out when she’d got arm candy to strut around and show off
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
She keeps practically everything close to her chest. Learning anything about Natalie is like pulling teeth. She’d remain a complete mystery to you if that was possible. Often a new fact about her is either dropped out of nowhere by her or someone else reveals something which requires a more lengthy and irritated explanation from Natalie herself. You're more likely to learn about her by talking to her friends, and even then its a challenge
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
This woman’s fuse is shorter than a stick of dynamite. She blows up at the smallest inconvenience, and often that gets projected onto those close to her, both physically and emotionally.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they forget everything?)
Girlfriend isn’t the best with her memory, however, now and then she surprises you with some tiny tidbit that you likely didn't even mention remembering. That's what she thinks about, the small stuff.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
I think a fond memory she’d hold onto is watching you dance. Seeing that pure joy on your face, laughing with a drink in hand as you move with whatever music might be playing. It would be an even fonder memory if you convinced her to dance with you
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
She plays coy like she doesn't care, your actions are your own. But best be ready for if she's ever around when someone treating you in any way she may deem as wrong. She has a very serious justice complex and is not afraid to cut a bitch or throw hands when she needs to. And that is extremely sexy of her if you ask me,
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)
Probably not a lot because she's not really into those kinds of things. She seems like the type to settle into a comfortable routine ans stick to it. If there's a restaurant you both like, that’s where you nearly always go when you feel like having a dinner out. She gets kinda weird about trying new things sometimes, but if you’re gentle enough she’ll do her best. That's where her efforts go in trying to be more flexible for those she cares for.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
She cant communicate for shit and she’s notorious for the disappearing act, which is when she doesn't text or call for some time. It could be because she doesn't feel like it, you got into an argument, she's feeling out of it. Anything that could set her off will hinder her ability to communicate how she feels and what she needs, and it's frustrating for her. She doesn't like feeling or needing
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
She’s not vane in any regard. She's stuck with most of her teenage style, which is probably a comfort thing at this point to avoid further change. She's the type to wear the same outfit more than twice in a row and that's valid
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
I think that depends. Recently (in the last few episodes of season 2) we've seen a shift in her. I think over time there might be a chance of her growing to the point where she’s ok being a little dependent on someone else, but if we’re looking at Natalie at the start of the series id have to say no. at that point, she didn't want to hold on to that kind of relationship or bond with someone else. But now I think there could be a possibility for her. Again that’s after girlfriend has a lot of therapy.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
She has chronic nightmares of her partner dying, specifically from overdose even if her partner doesn’t use whatsoever
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in general or in a partner?)
I think she’d be against someone hellbent on trying to change her. Yes, there is room in her character for growth, but sometimes people look at that room and see it as a challenge. Natalie should be in complete control of her growth and development for betterment. But to do that she needs both hands on the wheel and maybe a partner in the passenger seat reading over the map. Control of her person is a huge thing for her. She can't have someone trying to take that over from her, even if it's with completely positive intentions
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
Natalie seems like the type to be very reserved and to herself in her sleep. She doesn’t like touching and will often roll over and face away at night. I also think that she runs hot, so it's common for covers to be thrown off of her at night and I doubt she wears a lot of clothing when she’s going to sleep except for when she comes home after a long night out. We've seen it before, she's willing to sleep in jeans if she’s tired enough
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I am now @tenpintsof-sundrop - so if you want to see future fics, updates about fics and series, etc. go there to see it.
Hello everyone, I have been having some issues with this account - this account has been restricted, and I am unsure why. I currently do not have access to messaging, asks (ingoing or outgoing), replies, and it appears that my blog is being suppressed in the tags as well.
Originally, I was going to wait it out more to see if the issue was going to be resolved, but it is very demotivating, and I simply want to keep posting and working as normal. So I am officially moving accounts. Nothing will be deleted here, so you can still read and reblog my fics on this account. I am unsure if I will be reposting all my fics on my new account, but as usually, all my fics are compiled on my AO3.
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Hello, fellow Kusakabe simps!
There are a few changes coming to the blog, and while I'm sure I'll lose a lot of followers, these changes are extremely important and will allow everyone to have a safe and happy simping experience. (I know Kusakabe would agree.)
I've received feedback from several fellow bloggers regarding some of the fanart I've posted, letting me know that some of the artists specifically prohibit reposting their work. This is especially important for artists in Japan, as reposting their art puts them at risk for a couple of reasons. First, if they have any legal/copyright issues and are required to take down their work, it would be nearly impossible to track down all the reposts, and that has huge legal ramifications. Second, many artists choose to keep a limited profile for personal or professional reasons, and reposting their work risks their privacy and personal safety. There have been a few cases on Twitter recently where accounts popped up and were deleted shortly after due to safety concerns. I have deleted any posts containing art from artists who prohibit reposting. (If I have missed one, please send me a message and let me know.)
Some fan artists are okay with reposts as long as they are credited, while others permit them only if they have been asked for and granted permission. Any future posts will be verified under one or the other of the conditions above.
Of course, any tumblr art will continue to be posted under the reblog function only. There are tons of amazing Kusa and KusaHigu artists here, and I'll continue to smash reblog on any and every related tumblr post out there. I got you.
I'm focusing more on my KusaHigu writing now, so my fanfics and personal HCs will be here and on Ao3 @DeleteMyAo3History.
The kusakabesimp blog will continue to provide regular updates, celebrating our shared simp-age for our Kusakabe King. You can still expect fanart, fanfic, official illustrations/clips, and, of course, your weekly dose of "Atsuya hates work" memes (which, by the way, I'm flattered that you guys love so much!).
If you're interested in places where you can find Kusakabe and KusaHigu art, I encourage you to check out some of the great ones I frequent. Please do not share art from these sites unless they meet the requirements I talked about earlier. We ALL have to be committed to keeping everyone in the Kusa community safe above ALL ELSE.
Pixiv: www.pixiv.net They have both standard and an R-18 version that requires signup.
Popiku: www.popiku.com My favorite KusaHigu artist, ëko, has a profile here.
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🌺 About Me 🌺 I'm Cass, I'm 24
I'm an avid reader of all things and more recently and tentatively, a writer as well. I write mostly for myself and to help clear my mind, therefore I am not consistent in producing material, but I'm ever so grateful to see that people enjoy what I put out, and it motivates me to write even more!
*** This blog is mainly NSFW, what I post and repost may containt adult themes, please browse at your own risk, I do not want to interact with minors and I will block accounts that do not display their age on their blogs. ***
💫 My interests as of now are mainly Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk 2077, God of War, Call of Duty Cold War & Call of Duty Modern Warfare II.
💫 I do not follow a set schedule for writing (even though I wish I could), but I do tend to post in advance when I'm planning to release something!
💫 I'm a veterinary nurse and passionate about all things animal health and welfare, so you might randomly see me post about such things to raise awareness! I am open to questions, but please know that I can only offer advice and any medical concerns should be addressed by a veterinarian! ❣️🐶
🌺 Masterlist 🌺 Call of Duty 🌺
** PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS FOR EACH WORK, THERE MAY BE THEMES THAT COULD MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE **
Callsign: Zero (18+ Captain John Price X Reader) (Ongoing Series on AO3 - ON HIATUS)
2 years ago you saved John Price from an untimely death, only to disapear without a trace before he could thank you properly for getting him back home safe. You show up again 2 years later to help the task force defeat a new enemy. Tensions rise as you show your true colors and navigate through unresolved issues that puts you and your new team at risk. Are you willing to finally open up or do you keep pushing everyone away to keep yourself "safe".
TW for each chapter may differ, I flagged specific ones at the beginning of each new chapter, but general cw for canon typical violence, gore, past s*xual trauma.
Was it Real (18+ Vikhor "Stitch" Kuzmin x Bell! Reader)
Bell manages to break out of Adler's mind control early on in the game. She infiltrates the KGB to hopefully reconnect with the current leader of Perseus himself Stitch, angst ensues, old feelings emerge, betrayal happens, they deal with it in the most reasonable way: Shmex :)
CW: Dark themes, dubious content, SMUT, office sex, ex-lovers to enemies to lovers? Stitch is a bad guy ish, possessive sex, degrading, PWP, canon typical violence (this is COD) but not the main theme of this, they're in love but it's complicated because she's a double agent, not really a happy ending but also not a sad ending.
Take me Home (18+ due to violent & distressing themes Captain John Price x Reader)
What if Price was the one to fall by the hands of Makarov?
TW: Major character death, blood, gore, injury description, ANGST!! No happy ending here folks.
🌺 Masterlist 🌺 Baldur's Gate 3 🌺
To Build a Home (18+ Halsin x Durge!Reader x Astarion) (WIP)
Set 6 months after the events of the game, you deal with the aftermath of rejecting Bhaal and the urge, you and Astarion finally decide to go see Halsin in Thaniel's realm in hopes of rekindling your old flames.
TW: TBA
#call of duty modern warfare ii#call of duty#captain john price#cod modern warfare#captain price#john price#john price x reader#callsign: zero#modern warfare#captain price x reader#call of duty cold war#stitch call of duty#vikhor kuzmin#vikhor stitch kuzmin#bell call of duty#cold war#russell adler#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#halsin x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion x reader#astarion bg3#the dark urge#bg3 durge#halsin baldur's gate 3#halsin bg3#durge x astarion#durge x halsin
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I figured I should redo my intro to my blog-
ELLO >:DDDD
(Edit/Update:) First of all, because my friend and I just had to deal with an art tracer;
YOU CANNOT TRACE, REPOST, CLAIM MY ART AS YOUR OWN OR *WHATEVER*. MY ART IS *MY ART*. MAKE YOUR OWN. ITS NOT THAT HARD AND EVERYONE STARTS SOMEWHERE.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated tho :3
Also- if you wish to use my art as a profile picture, you MUST give me credit as the first thing in your Bio/About me.
(Back to the original post)
Name’s Lizzy! Or Star! I really don’t give a fuck which you use!
Here’s my pronouns card! https://en.pronouns.page/@starified_lizzy
I draw shit for FANDOMS
I write shit for FANDOMS
I got OCS whom I LOVE and ADORE.
“Can I draw fanart of your fics?” My sibling in Christ, we are married. /pos
“Can I draw fanart of your fanart(like DTIYS)?” My sibling in Christ. /pos
“Can I draw fanart of your OCs?” CHRIST. /pos
RAHHHHHH (it’s really fucking early I shouldn’t be doing this now ;-;)
Here’s a list of my socials, it is very limited because I hate the “standard” socials like Twitter and Insta and stuff like that. So it’s more like- fanfic sites, and any other blogs I own for you guys to check out >.>
My AO3
My Art Fight
My YouTube
My TikTok (basically dead at this point, I only ever like/favorite things on it, but I might start up again with my FNF au instead)
My Pinterest
My Spotify because sure
My FNF au blog
My demonpocalypse blog ([possibly] forever retired due to a severe issue in the community it was for)
Blog for food/recipes I want to try because MMMMMMMMMMM FOOOOD
Wow that’s actually not limited like I thought- hot damn I need to touch some grass.
HERES A LIST OF FANDOMS IM EITHER CURRENTLY IN, OR HAVE RETIRED FROM (Also CCs):
Retired-
DSMP (and MCYT as a whole for the most part), dude our community is in *shambles*. I’m so glad I left when I did, but at the same time O W.
ATLA. Technically I’m still in this fandom, but I only really get back into it/brainrot about it if I get a reminder, otherwise I kinda forget about it
FNAF. Same with ATLA, still technically in it, but I gotta be reminded it exists sometimes.
BATIM. Ditto
Wings of Fire. Ditto
Undertale. Ditto. Lizzy, my main persona, was actually an OC created from Undertale, who just ended up becoming her own person, and then ended up being associated with mine and my friend’s Minecraft au instead.
Onto CCs I no longer watch:
Any of the DSMP ppl, with very few exceptions
Jacksepticeye. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still watch a video of his if it pops up and spikes my interest, but I don’t actively seek his content out anymore.
Any of the old Minecrafters. Like DanTDM, Stampy, Tiny Turtle & Little Lizard. Hell, I don’t even think any of the ones I listed even do YT at all anymore. I’ll still watch their old videos tho.
Current-
FNF. I really could give less of a fuck if y’all think it’s “bad” or “for kids (it’s not, I promise you)”. The music slaps, and quite a few mods are really well made, so eat my ass.
Day of Dragons. The dragons are cool. I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool fucking dragons.
The Isle. Once again, I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool ass dinosaurs because you can customize your own skins and they just look and sound cool (Dilo, Herarra, and Ptera are my faves)
Lethal Company. Do it for the Company.
RainWorld. Scugs and Scups. Need I say more?
Hollow Knight. Sorta falling out of this one, but until I beat the entire game (P5) I am not finished.
Minecraft. Technically in “the fandom”, but not really attached to a specific YTer or anything like that anymore. I just like the game.
CCs I still watch:
Astral Spiff. Sprog is a good gamer.
Smii7y and his friends like Grizzy, Droid, Puffer, Blarg, etc.
Jack Manifold. I only watch his You Laugh You Loose and Ghost Sighting Compilation videos. I don’t even know if he still does Minecraft anymore.
8-BitRyan. While he doesn’t swear in his videos, it’s kinda a breath of fresh air. Plus his edits are quite funny.
Markiplier. Yes. Just… yes…
IGP. His content is just interesting. The way he freaks out over shit is funny as hell. Does he do content with IcyCaress anymore? Their banter was funny, but idk if something happened, cuz I just don’t see much stuff with Icy in it anymore.
As of right now, that’s all I can think of. It’s nice to meet you!
#blog intro#introductory post#redid my intro because things changed and I wanted it to be more COLORFUL and CRAZY#artists on tumblr#fanfic writers#writers on tumblr#small youtuber#for fun
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I’m also having trouble seeing the art! Dunno why, but chapters 11-13 on AO3 won’t load, nor will their counterparts on the other website (can’t remember the name as I’m typing this but whatever else is linked).
Don’t have adblockers or anything, and I’ve done the usual stuff turning WiFi on and off again, etc.
Just wanted to chime in for the other anon.
LOVE your art!
Hey there!
Yeah squidge world is having some issues due to an outage due to a storm! (?) I’m not sure how long itll take, if it doesnt recover soon ill repost the links to pillowtalk!
And thank you sm!
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picrew↑
Hello y'all! I'm not new to Tumblr, I've been on this hellsite since I was 12. This blog serves multiple purposes for me, so don't be surprised to see a mess of things on your dash ranging from my own personal delusions (fanfiction) to the dumbest shit you've ever seen (everything else) if you decide to follow me. It's chaos here all the time. 🧸 🌸 Taglist ➸ here
🌸 Ko-Fi ➸ SkylettLove
➤ I'm a 90's baby and live in the US. Unfortunately, I only speak English at the moment. I have a myriad of hobbies but of course my main ones are writing, visual art (moodboards), and videogames. I'm very understanding yet socially awkward so if there's ever a miscommunicated issue, please let me know! I want to be as good as a friend to you as I can! ➤ I also go through obsessions like the changes in weather, you will get whiplash. Reiterating, I post a lot of random shit and I will never be mad if you need to unfollow due to that lol. ➤ I'm a video game streamer in my down time, you can find me on Twitch!
➤ I reserve the right to block blogs. With the insurgence of bots on this site, if you don't have a pfp or anything that resembles you being a human on your blog, I WILL BLOCK. Save you and I some strife and personalize your blog a little. Also minors, I love you, but please save me the trouble and DNI with my NSFW posts. I don't post NSFW often but it can and will pop up.
➤ Known triggers -> here
🚧 this is a WIP, blog reconstruction is undergoing! 🚧
➤ Attack On Titan, Levi Ackerman, Leon S. Kennedy, Critical Role, Vox Machina, Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Toge Inumaki, Persona 5 Royal, The Last of Us, Fruits Basket, Kyo Soma, Hades (the game), Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Percy Jackson, Taylor Swift, Baldur's Gate 3, Nanami Kento
➤ Masterlist ➤ AO3
➤ Masterpost (work in progress)
➥ writing resources, tips, tools, prompts, etc.
I do not give permission for anyone to copy, translate, continue on (whether in person or with AI), and/or repost my works anywhere.
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@ididit-allofit-foryou masterlist
Hey! Money is becoming a Problem for me right now, so I’m reposting all my links of ways you can help support me (if you want/can)! Even just reblogging this helps! I’m a chronically ill, disabled, trans, and queer person, and I would like to be able to pay rent! Please signal boost if you can!
MY LINKS
Make a Commission or find my published writing on my website
Buy my short story anthology, my illustrated poetry book, and my most recent poetry book
Buy destiel pins, supernatural prints, and get tarot readings on my Etsy
Follow me on Instagram
Become a patron on Patreon and get extra content and commissions
Buy merch with my art on Redbubble
Watch speed paints, real time drawings, and sketchbook tours on my Youtube
Read my fics on Ao3
Tip me on venmo
PUBLICATIONS
Studying Sonder: A collection of short stories
This book contains several short stories that cover queer themes, found family, mental health issues, and healing.
Out Pour The Violets
This poetry book includes poems from over the span of six years which cover my trajectory through depression, a messy breakup, healing, and eventually opening back up to love. Each poem has a corresponding illustration, drawn by me as well.
Know Me!!!
This book is filled with poetry that encapsulates my experiences with chronic pain, chronic fatigue, and POTS; my deteriorating relationship with my parents due to their homophobia and bigotry; and my journey to find love (and finally getting that!!). Throughout it all are themes of a deep desire to be known completely and chosen, not despite, but because of everything that I am.
COMMISSION INFO (prices in USD)
Sketch–$10
Tattoo design– $50-$100 (price will vary depending on amount of detail, etc)
Lineart with (mostly) flat color– $30 base +$ 10/extra character
Profile picture/icon (limit to one character/drawing)– $30
Character design– $40 +$20/extra character
Cartoon style– $30 + $20/extra character
Painting style (bust)– $50 base + $20/extra character
Painting style (full body)– $80 base + $20/extra character
WHAT I NEED FROM YOU
A detailed description of what you want from the commission
As many reference photos as you can find (the more photos, the better the commission will be)
Your choice of a simple background
WHAT YOU GET
A png file of the finished commission that you can then print but PLEASE DO NOT RESELL
If you post anywhere, please give credit
For more info or to make a commission, DM me or email me at [email protected]
Payment upfront through venmo (preferred) or paypal
*It can take up to a month to complete the commission, but may be sooner*
#spn#supernatural#destiel#fanart#oc#oc art#dnd#character design#art#digital art#commissions#commissions open#poetry#chronically ill#chronic illness#spoonie#cripplepunk#queer#lgbt#lesbian#trans#nonbinary#trans artist#queer artist#disabled artist
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Questions & Answers
Hi hi, finally some time to write this! Due to recent events I've been getting some questions from various people and I also have some questions for you guys so I'll try to do this in 1 post 😸
My answers:
Are you really not planning to write fics anymore?
That's the plan *nodnod*, but you know me. There's always a 'but' and a clown mask ready in my storage to put on if I happen to go against my own words. But the intention is to stop posting fics here, I'm too tired of it now lol. I might post a fic or two on AO3 once in a while, maybe write a collab with Mia if I feel like it. It's just... how do I say it.. my motivation to write more fics basically got washed down the drain together with blog #1. Let us see for how long that motivation swims in the sewers...
Can you reupload [fic name]?
If it's on my AO3, I won't. If it's not, hmm.... I probably also won't. But! It depends on the fic. Always feel free to ask, but please don't get angry when I say no! ^^ For now I have an exception: commissions. More about this down below in my question to you guys.
Why won't you try to get your old blog back?
It would require filing an objection against the copyright claims against me with all the legal risks, submitting my personal info from home address to name, and consenting to USA legal law stuffs bluhblahblah... :") For me too much of a hassle. I don't think my blog is worth it. Even if I don't know the exact details, I'm sure they're not wrong. Whether it's fair or not, most fandom stuff has copyright issues in the end, so I can't protest against the claims with 100% certainty it won't get me in real trouble. More info about this soon in another post!
My questions:
👇 only for those interested, feel free to comment, send ask or DM if you have can help :)
Do you have reblogs of my old posts?
To everyone who has some posts left on their blog that were mine, whether it's a headcanon, fic (still accessible one, so not a broken 'keep reading'- link), manga or anime scene, ask game, gif set or translation, if it's not too much trouble could you maybe comment on that post and @ me? Or... send me a link or smth in DM? Doesn't need to be every single trivial post. Maybe just the ones you liked most, or something... idk. I just might want to re-share a couple of posts here and it's so hard finding reblogs of my anonface-blog through search functions and stuff. Any help will be greatly appreciated!
P.S. I also found a lot of old posts, or posts that I liked (such as tickle art etc.) in the archives of @ticklygiggles, @ticklishdreams, @infrequent-creator - I hope you guys won't mind me making use of this (also thank you for the awesome support through the years afihs;ogojjoihgjn)!
Did you have a commission that was on my blog and do you prefer if this is reposted or not?
Some people 'bought' fics back when I had a shady kofi shop running and those fics were posted both on my AO3 and Tumblr (+ were sent in PDF format if requested). No matter how much you paid for the fic, part of the deal was that it would be posted on Tumblr so if by any chance you lost a commissioned fic and wish for me to repost this here on the new blog, please let me know...:3
Anything else? 👀
Well... With the loss of my account there were more things that went lost than just my fics, such as asks that were still in my inbox, DMs, personal stories and more. I did not back up anything and have zero overview and my memory is shit. If I am forgetting something, if you once sent me something and it's now gone (and you still have it), or if there's anything else I am missing smh, please let me know.
However please note that I am not planning to turn this blog into a copy of my previous one. If you submitted a fic to my old blog, I won't repost it here sadly (I hope you saved it). But if you posted an irl tickle story (I'll still accept these), a headcanon for your fav character or pairing or something else, I'll gladly accept it even if it's a copy of what you once sent to my old blog! With that said, I'll go back to finishing that second-to-last tickletober fic of mine... after I eat dinner. muhahah.
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