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ilium-ilia · 2 months ago

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Daughters with Soft Underbellies

john price x fem!reader | cowboy/outlaw x preachers daughter | masterlist

Chapter Five: here in the midst of this pack of wolves

tw: arguing, talk of non-con

The shot from John’s gun still deafens you.

Horrisonant ringing plagues your ears as you watch him lower his hand and shove his six shooter back into his holster. He swings it around with ease—like he can’t feel the weight of such a weapon that can snuff out human life so easily. With it clicked back snuggly against his hip, his thumbs hook into his belt, unmoved.

“Auf Wiedersehn," he hums tartly.

The man’s horse shifts uneasily, frightened by the sudden sound. He rears his head in order to look at the body watering the earth next to him, then huffs as if it’s of no consequence before flicking his tail. Everything stays in motion. The world doesn’t stop turning and the sun still bakes you within your skin, but you feel frozen as you watch John and Riley talk as if they’re speaking over afternoon tea.

“W-Why did you do that?” The words nearly fail to leave your lips as your eyes stay glued to the cooling corpse resting in the grass. That strange mask has pulled up on the man’s face, showing the pale skin of his chin and bottom lip. The epidermis is tight and textured with waves like the melted wax of a candle that’s hardened after a flame is extinguished. You grimace as his jaw slowly falls open—flies already begin to dance around his face.

“He was threatening us,” John answers nonchalantly as he turns around to face you.

“So you killed him?” you shriek. Each word you speak feels as if it’s ripping through your throat, leaving it shredded and raw. “You murdered him in cold blood!”

Hands resting on the crook of his belt, John looks at you with raised brows and a lowered head. The brim of his hat keeps his eyes shaded, but that uncanny blue hue still rips through you. Slowly, he steps closer to you. Each crunch of a twig beneath his boot leaves your chest fluttering with nervosity.

“The way you’re talking has me thinking we didn’t hear the same conversation just now,” he says lowly.

“I heard what he said,” you defended.

“Did you?” John challenges. “And you still think I shouldn’t have shot him? Should I have just stood with my arms held wide in invitation for his bullet?”

Trembling fingers pulse with each beat of your heart as you grip the skirt of your dress. John continues to stalk closer to you like a wolf does a flock of sheep, slow and strong.

“I-It’s not right. Killing someone,” you say stiffly.

“Is that so? Do you really think that, or do you think that because your god wants you to?” John chuckles. Eventually, he stops. His arms cross over his chest with bulging biceps as he rocks back on his heels with a sour, tight lipped smile. “Because I’ll tell you one thing sweetheart, he would’ve done the same to all of us in a heartbeat. Except for you. You know what he would’ve done to you, yeah?”

Both his smile and chuckle are deceiving, and you find yourself ill prepared for the acidulous bite in his tone. Your eyes fall to the ground, and suddenly you’re back in the pews again—staring at a pair of boots that always seem to be the precursor for your next painful lesson.

“Did you want me to just let him take you? You know what he would’ve done with you, yeah? You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you understood what he meant. He’d steal you away and force himself on you like a fucking dog. I doubt he’d even bother to gag you because men like that always enjoy the screams. What’s your god say about that, huh? Would he have praised that bastard for ruining you while condemning me for protecting my men in the same breath?” John continues. “Or do bad deeds go unpunished as long as there’s not a corpse left over?”

When you still don’t look at him despite his monologue, he raises his hand. Muscle memory forces you to flinch as two gloved fingers reach for your chin, but he quickly pauses. Sighing, he drops his hand.

“Look at me, little lamb,” he says softly. His hard sapphire gaze has softened by the time you finally gather the courage to look at him, but yours has only gotten wetter. “If I have to choose between my men and some ugly pig, I’m choosing my men every time, and I don’t want you questioning me on that ever again, yeah?”

Your neck feels too stiff, but you manage to nod. “Yes sir.”

John breathes in soft and slow as his arms drop to his sides. “Good.”

Your world seems to turn once again when he steps away from you and the others begin to fall into action. You stand motionless as the others retrieve the stranger’s horse and check his body for anything useful. Hot, vexatious tears stream down your face leaving you to bat them away with frustrated fingers as you wander away from the murder scene at your feet.

Though your father has always tried to convince you that you have been slick with sin your entire life, you haven’t ever felt it until this moment. The weight that accompanies it is worse than anything else you have ever felt. It keeps your heart clenched between ruthless fingers and it squeezes until all the ichor has been drained from your body—it’s only one degree away from grief. Instinctive fingers reach for your necklace where you clutch the charm of your crucifix and pray silently into your fist, but the more your words meander, the less you think you’ll be able to repent enough to absolve yourself.

“Hey, Lamb!”

Soap pulls you out of your prayers with little concern as he leads the stranger’s horse behind him. He looks at you with a smile so bright that you feel silly for the tears on your cheeks.

“Yes?” you ask as you wipe your face once more.

“I heard you were in need of a horse,” he says with a grin.

Your teeth grit together as he holds the reins out for you to take, and you stare at him with a look that feels unfamiliar on your face. Huffing, he places a hand on his hip as he gestures out to the pasture.

“Oh, come on,” he groans. “He doesn’t have any friends here. Without this sick bastard to keep things in order, he’ll starve come winter. You’d be doing him a favor taking him. Besides, it can’t be comfortable riding on the back of Garrick’s horse all day.”

Mulling his proposition over, you eventually take the reins with a huff. He’s one of the largest horses you’ve ever seen, standing much taller than most men, and burly enough to pull an entire house if one was on wheels. You awkwardly wander to the side of the horse where you pull at the saddle—it doesn’t budge.

“You ever ridden a horse before?” Soap inquires.

You nod your head but decide to leave out the important fact that you’ve only ever ridden a horse once before, and it was when you were a child. In his younger days, Mr. Beckett used to breed thoroughbreds that he’d sell for a pretty penny. Every day on the walk to church, he’d catch you peering at them from across the field with wide eyes and twitchy fingers. One day, he invited you and your mother into the pasture so that you could ride one, with heavy supervision of course.

Your memory grows sour when you remember your father’s bitter words, and how long your mother cried when you returned home.

Really, how hard can this be?

Pulling yourself out of your anamneses, you quickly hike your foot up until it’s steady in the stirrup. Then, with great effort, you hoist yourself up, swinging your other leg over the saddle and settling into the worn leather. You quickly adjust your skirt before moving your hips with a huff. Stiff fingers grip the reins as the horse sways, seemingly annoyed by your presence, and you attempt to soothe away his discomfort with a gentle scratch on the side of his neck.

Chuckling, Soap pats the horse on his flank before wandering off. “Relax, Lamb. You act like you’ve never had a stallion between your legs before.”

Obloquy bubbles in your chest before you smother it with indifference. You’re very quickly starting to learn that you don’t have the time to sulk—not here in the midst of this pack of wolves.

You don’t talk for the rest of the day. You ride with your head down and your scarf over your head as you follow along the line of horses in front of you with Kyle at your rear. The men talk every now and then, reliving stories that you weren’t there to witness, or even singing unfamiliar songs beneath their breaths, but otherwise it is quiet. You have nothing to accompany you but the rustling of your carpet bag, the crunch of the earth, and honking geese in the sky.

As dusk begins to skirt the horizon, John has everyone camp next to a babbling stream. Riley and Soap leave for a short hunt while you and Kyle are sent off to fetch water. He teaches you where to collect water in a place that won’t get everyone sick, and even shows you how to properly boil it. John has set everything up by the time the two of you return, and the others arrive an hour later with three rabbits and a squirrel. It’s not enough to feed an army, but it livens up your stale hardtack and repetitive jerky.

Come nighttime, you settle next to the fire on the same canvas tarp you rested on the previous night, but sleep does not come easy. Chatty crickets sing deep in thickets while coyotes scream and squabble with one another. You find yourself flat on your back, staring up at the stars as they wink and soar through the sky. Even the moon herself is restless as she glows in her full glory—though she is no longer full, you still swear she’s winking at you as you finally drift off.

It does not take long for the sun to pull the blankets off of the sky. She does it slowly, gently peeling off the indigo hue and replacing it with puffs of pinks and oranges. A few stars linger in the sky only to fizzle and die out, smothered by a light infinitely greater than their own, but you find yourself not of the right mind to enjoy such a scene with John Price in your way.

He towers over you as you lay on the ground, and though the unforgiving wilderness has your neck wailing with stiff vertebrae, your body moves of its own accord as it forces you to sit up. He is no more menacing than he usually is with his low sitting hat and watchful gaze, but the repeater that rests on his shoulder has your mouth running dryer than any riverbed in winter.

“Mornin’ Lamb,” he greets flippantly.

“Good morning.” Your response is stiff. Aching muscles refuse to get your jaw to work correctly and it only burrows deeper into your chest until it reaches your heart. You swear it stops the moment you see John’s hand rise and motion for you to stand.

“Come with me.”

You maneuver as fast as you can, but no matter how much you push your body for speed, everything feels too slow. Torpid muscles move at their leisure as you follow behind John who leads you out of camp all while your brain urges for them to make haste. The others are not awake yet. Or if they are, they are pretending to still be lost in their slumber as you trot over their bodies.

John doesn’t speak as he leaps across the stream. You follow suit and try to ignore the way the crystalline water wets the edge of your skirt. Walking with your head down, you take care to avoid cactus patches and unforgiving sagebrush, though every now and then your eyes can’t help but flicker to the rifle slung over his shoulder. Its barrel shines underneath the dull light of the dawn but you do not bask in its beauty.

Plagued with a bitter incertitude, your mind begins to wander as you’re led further and further away from camp. He’s much too quiet—it reminds you of your father. It was his favorite weapon to use against you; silence. Forcing you to sit with your own thoughts and let his words worm through your brain until you’re left with nothing but his gospel. His truth. It always follows behind one of his many lessons and lectures as if the crack of a ruler against your knuckles wasn’t a good enough teacher.

Is John about to do the same? What can he expect to teach you with a gun besides what blood soaked soil looks like? Unless there is nothing that he wishes for you to learn. Perhaps the only thing he covets is the fresh meat of a willing animal—leading a sacrificial lamb to her slaughter as if your own blood might wash you clean.

“I-I’m sorry about yesterday,” you murmur, words slicing through the air like the wings of an owl—dull and stilly—begging for forgiveness.

“I know you are,” John says.

Arms crossing over your chest, you don’t realize how viciously you shiver until you retreat into yourself. Still, you continue to follow behind John even as the air seems to avoid your lungs.

“I shouldn’t have questioned you like that. It was unkind, considering all you’ve done for me,” you continue.

At that, John chuckles. “If dragging you across wild terrain is what you consider hospitality, I’d hate to see your idea of disrespect.” Pausing, he twists on his feet so that he’s walking backwards to face you. “There’s a lot of things to be grateful for out here, and I’m not one of them sweetheart.”

He turns away from you with another one of his tight lipped smiles as you continue to stumble behind him. You let his words sit and soak for only a moment before pressing further.

“But you saved me yesterday,” you press, “and I’m grateful for that.”

“Saved you?” John repeats incredulously. “I thought I was a murderer for that. A cold blooded one.”

“Well…” you stutter. “But you said he would’ve… well… I don’t know.”

“It’s hard thinking for yourself, isn’t it?” he quips.

Before you can respond, John stops walking along his imaginary path and glances around the terrain. You’ve come up on the underside of a large hill that plateaus with a thin hanging ledge. Rusty sand and rock decorates the earth in thin, compounded lines like the ring on the tree. You attempt to count them—to see if you can decipher the age of the earth—but you give up the moment John swings the repeater off of his shoulder.

“This ought to do,” he muses to himself. Striking eyes finding yours, he holds out the rifle with both hands and extends it to you. “Your daddy ever teach you how to shoot?”

Blinking, you shake your head. “No. He’s got a shotgun but he’s never let me touch it.”

Humming, John presses the rifle closer, giving you no choice but to take it into your hands. It’s not as heavy as you were expecting. For something made of solid wood and iron—for something that can snuff out a life as easy as squashing a bug—it’s lighter than you could have ever anticipated.

“About time we fix that, then,” he says as he begins to scour the ground for something. Wandering between stray patches of grass and sagebrush, he bends down to pick up large stones before he wanders closer to the base of the plateau. “You never know when you’ll have to fend off animals, or worse.”

“Or worse?” you repeat.

John shoves the stones into the side of the hill where they precariously rest in the dirt, but have yet to budge. “Men.”

Right—you should have known that already.

Once the stones are secure enough to his liking, he saunters back up to you. “Right then. Do you at least know how to hold it?”

Nodding, you quickly shove the butt of the rifle against your shoulder as you mimic the way you’ve seen your father hold his shotgun. It feels awkward and uncomfortable against your collarbone, but you ignore the feeling as you raise the gun as if you were to actually fire it.

“Keep your elbows tucked in. We’re not trying to have you flap those things around like wings,” he says, tapping your arms. When your arms start shaking too much, he huffs and grabs the stock. “Give it here.”

As if realizing just how dull his little lamb’s teeth are, John takes things slower. First, he starts out with the mechanics: how to tell the gun is loaded, how to rack a bullet in the chamber, what to do when it gets jammed. Then, it’s on to safety: proper storage, handling, and of course—

“Never ever point the barrel anywhere you wouldn’t want a bullet,” he orders. “If you wouldn’t want to shoot your foot, then never point it there. Even if you think it’s empty, you never take that risk.”

When it comes time to actually shoot it, you don’t find yourself any more comfortable with it than you were before. With your palms sweating and fingers nearly splintering the wood with your grip, you find you can hardly hold the thing steady enough to line up your sights. You’re staring down range for what seems like an hour before John eventually speaks up.

“You’ll be alright, it’s not going to hurt you,” he reminds. “It’ll kick, but this caliber is small. Just focus on lining it up with one of those stones.”

Your vision tunnels just as you pull the trigger. A crack echoes just as loudly as it did yesterday and the kick of the rifle nearly shreds your heart. Lowering the barrel, you let out a shaky breath as you stare at the rocks in front of you, all still intact.

“You’re flinching when you pull the trigger. Try not to make it a quick jerk, but one smooth motion. Your aim will be better if your whole body doesn’t jump,” he lectures.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you spew with shaky words. “Shoot. Kill something. Anything. Anyone. I just- I don’t think it’s meant for me.”

Sighing, John slips the rifle from your hands where he situates it in his arms. He looks comfortable with it, as if he were holding an infant, well aware of its delicateness yet almost flippant. A soft equanimity obscures his eyes similar to the way he looked at you that night when you wandered into camp, beaten and bruised. That already feels like a lifetime ago, and yet here you are standing in the middle of nowhere with a stranger. In two days you’ve managed to run away from home, watch a man get shot off his horse, and fired a gun.

You fear that the next time you look in the mirror, you might see a different woman entirely.

“You don’t put a gun in your hands to kill people, you put a gun in your hands to protect yourself, yeah?” he prompts. His tone morphs from the gruffness you’re used to into something more demulcent. As he speaks, he keeps his chin tucked low, looking at you from underneath the brim of his hat. The sun rises above the horizon now, and you realize the light makes his eyes look softer than any fine silk you’ve ever touched. “It’s nothing more than a tool. Something you feed yourself with, something you brandish to ward off people who would want to hurt you. It’s no different than a knife. You use it to chop food and skin meat, but you can also slice a man’s throat with it.”

“It still feels different,” you insist. “I just—I don’t know.”

“A gun doesn’t make you a killer anymore than anything else does. It just makes you smart. It makes you safe,” John rationalizes. When your silence continues to stretch, John holds the rifle out towards you once again. “One more shot. You don’t have to be a professional, but I want to make sure you know what you’re doing if things ever get messy.”

It’s easy to give in when you feel as if you have no other choice. You take the gun from his hands before situating yourself the way he showed you—legs wide and sturdy, elbows tucked and stable. John steps behind you where he places a hand on your shoulder. You tense underneath his touch, but he shushes you.

“Nice and easy now,” he murmurs. “Breathe out slowly, and squeeze.”

The warmth of his hand bleeds through your clothes, but it grounds you. Now tethered to the earth, you line your shot up as best as you can before following through.

Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.

Crack!

The gun discharges with a cacophonous sound that splinters as if a tree has suddenly split in half, but this time you don’t even feel the recoil. Lowering your aim, you squint and see that your target is now misshapen. It hasn’t exactly turned into dust, but the edge of the stone fractures like fine china. Pride swells in your chest as John gives your shoulder an affirming squeeze.

“Atta girl,” he praises.

He slips the repeater out of your hands before slinging it back over his shoulder. When he smiles, you figure it might be the first legitimate simper he’s ever given you.

“Come on, Lamb,” he urges while gesturing back towards camp. “We’ve still got a lot of ground left to cover today.”

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palesweetscherryblossom · 5 months ago

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Little Red and Wolves

Warning: General Platonic Yandere nonsense, mostly wholesome fluff, abduction

You’d always been warned of the vicious beasts who supposedly roamed the country side of your prosperous town. Your adoptive father, Lord Keigo had tried making sure that you were safe from the creatures.

But being the naive child you were, you rarely heeded your father’s warnings.

“Bye daddy!” You bid farewell to your dad, who was in the midst of planning another hunt for the wolf men. You were outdoors, where the sun shone brightly and the grass was green.

It had been a plentiful harvest and new livestock had been born. In Keigo’s paranoid mind, the wolves were bound to steal the fruits of their labor. It wasn’t rare to see a few sheep or hens stolen from their pens or produce stolen.

But you remained blissfully unaware. Clad in your favorite red hood and bearing a basket of your necessities, you were ready for a day of adventure! Picking flowers, eating your lunch and maybe having a nap in the flower fields.

Keigo looked up from his plans and gave you a weary but gentle smile.

“Be careful kiddo! Be back before sunset or no dessert today, ‘kay?” You nodded, only to be stopped again by your father’s warnings. “If you see a wolf, scream loudly and yell for help.” You nodded, trotting off to continue your daily activities.

Tomura and Dabi had considered themselves masterful hunters and predators. Both abandoned as pups and learning the harsh ways of survival, they were fearsome, brutish beasts.

Sharp teeth, agile and strong bodies and frightening reputations to boot. But they had a rather simple, sweet desire.

To raise a pup of their own. While the pack they obtained was all well and good, they wanted a little pup. Shigaraki hadn’t considered himself parental by any means but it all changed when he spotted Keigo, that obnoxious lord who would stop at nothing to make them nothing more than fur rugs, reading you a bedtime story.

As inane as it sounded, it struck a chord in the blue-furred beasts. Dabi meanwhile had weirdly dreamt of fatherhood.

His own old man was a cruel, greedy man who stopped at nothing to obtain his “masterpiece.” Even if it meant callous behavior. Dabi was fully on board with his mate’s idea to obtain Lord Keigo’s child. That bastard didn’t deserve you anyway.

They’d caught the familiar scent of buttercups and your favorite scented soap as they slinked out of the dark woods. “Not really wise of the lord to let ‘em out like this.” Dabi grumbled, raising his lips slightly.

“Don’t fret, my ember. This is the perfect opportunity.” Shigaraki practically purred, licking his mate’s muzzle sweetly. “We got their room set up and the pack is ready to meet them. Now’s the perfect time.”

There you were, sleeping soundly. Shigaraki was the first to exit, carefully trotting up to you. He plopped down as he looked down at you. ‘Aww, like a little lamb.’ Shigaraki internally cooed.

His tail thumped happily as he sniffed at your hair, electing a sleepy giggle as you turned.

“Noo, silly puppy..” You whined, pulling your hood farther around your head. Shigaraki let out a low ruff, motioning for Dabi to come closer. Dabi wasted no time, drinking in the sight of you.

“Pup..” He rumbled, giving a gentle lick to your face. Shigaraki was about to ‘scruff’ you and put you on Dabi’s back but you woke up.

“Hmm?” You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Your vision was naturally blurry before you got a closer look. To you, they looked like giant dogs. Keigo had accidentally forgotten to remind you as to what they looked like.

“D-doggie?” You whispered. Shigaraki and Dabi exchanged looks before ultimately playing the part of giant dogs. Shigaraki delivered a few kisses to your face, earning giggles.

“Doggy.” You yawned again. “C-can we play later? I-I’m sleepy..” You whispered, lying back down. “Y-you can stay if you want.” Shigaraki gently placed you on Dabi’s back as you snuggled into the black one’s fur. Gently picking up your basket, Shigaraki and Dabi trotted into the woods.

Leaving nothing behind but the flowers you picked

#platonic yandere #yandere mha #yandere shigaraki #yandere dabi #wolf shigaraki #wolf dabi

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years ago

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The Hour of the Wolf

MASTERLIST

"The war is over, King Aegon the Usurper is dead but also is Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, now the Kingdom submerges in chaos and uncertainty about who will be the next Targaryen who will sit the iron Throne. All eyes turn to the two survivors, Aegon the young and her older sister. In the midst of chaos, the wolf Cregan Stark takes command to bring justice to his late Queen, and help to put back together the pieces of what was the greatest dynasty this Kingdoms had ever seen, he never realized he was the one who was going to put together the young new Queen as well"

Prologue

The wolf and the sheep

Snakes, wolves and dragons

The Tower

It is you

Fire & Ice

My love, my duty

Pestilence

Your obstacle

Longing

Lurking Shadows

A ray of Sunlight

A Storm brewing

(soon)

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talonabraxas · 22 days ago

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“And no man hath ascended up to heaven, but he that came down from heaven, even the Son of man which is in heaven. And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up: that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life” (John 3:13-15). Cosmic Serpent Talon Abraxas From out of the depths of endless heaven uncoiled the shrouded serpent, his sinuous neck and darting tongue alive with grace and power. There was no corner of the world he did not penetrate, no race of man who did not bow in awe before him. In all cultures there are ophiolatrous practices and serpent carvings exist from early Paleolithic times. Serpent worship has taken myriad forms over the millennia, from the python worshippers of Africa, where God in serpent form is guarded by priest-attendants, to the sanctification of cobras in India and the snake-handling cults of the southern United States. In Greece the sacred serpent of Athene had its abode in the Acropolis, and at Epidauros serpents were fed at the temple of Aesculapius. The ancient Hebrews kept seraphim or serpent images in their household shrines, while the Ophites in the second century maintained a 'Brotherhood of the Serpent,' worshipping them as saviours, representations of the Christos principle. Every tribe of American Indians practiced a form of serpent worship, usually in connection with the sun. In ancient Egypt the headdresses of kings and gods were often capped with the disk of the sun out of which a serpent emerged.

The Uraeon – a hierogram of a disk, wings and serpent – has been found all over the Middle East, Asia, the Mediterranean, and Mexico. In England it was inscribed on the walls of the Druidic temple of Abury, which consists of two giant stone serpents, 1400 feet in diameter and two miles long. The word Abury itself derives from auh, meaning 'serpent,' and aur or ur, meaning 'light.' Similarly, the name Carnac comes from the words cairn and hac, meaning 'serpents' hill.' The Druidic Carnac was patterned after Karnak in Egypt, built by hierophant-priests of the Solar-Serpent Race in still more ancient times. Each stone of the wondrous monument was put in place by successive priest-adepts. The serpent walls of China are impressive in size, but an overwhelming expression of serpentine form can be found at Angkor Wat. Giant serpent causeways span moats to meet with intricately carved temple walls whose every angle and panel is adorned with seven-headed serpents. Just so do the mighty plumed serpents of Mexico impress by their bold size and number. The efforts of ages, of millions of human lives, have gone into the carving of these awesome figures.

As a symbol, the serpent has inspired a wealth of interpretations. The encircling serpent, eating its own tail, is a widespread symbol of eternal life, just as the sloughing of its skin signifies resurrection. This was so for the Old World as well as the Americas, the Gnostic Ouroboros being essentially the same as the Hopi encircled serpent. The Egyptians and Gnostics related this to the Wheel of Life, determining birth and rebirth. The serpent also symbolizes wisdom, a universal idea reflected in the admonition of Jesus: "Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves; be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves."

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kiame-sama · 1 year ago

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Sin Eater- (Yandere!Zestial)

Warnings; more of a slow burn, purely platonic yandere for now, can't decide if I would prefer platonic or romantic yandere Zestial at the moment, unnamed overlord death, prior to the events of Hazbin, mention of blood, blackouts and slight missing memories, gender neutral reader, vague cannibalism,

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"Where... Am I?"

Your question was met with silence as you looked around the room at the various surprised figures. Only moments ago you had been standing up at the Heavenly gates with who you assumed to be St. Peter searching for your name. He had found it but when the gates opened, a man wearing a mask with devil horns stopped the two of you. The man didn't say much before he smiled and said you belonged in Heaven but had work to do in Hell. After that there was a flash of bright light before you found yourself where you currently stood.

Outside the sky was red and those standing before you were dressed rather differently from the angelic being you spoke to prior. The colors of the room almost seemed to be steeped in sepia coloration like an old film movie. Those around the long rectangular table seemed surprised and confused by your presence just as you were confused by theirs.

"Great, who's this then? Some cheeky bitch intruding in an overlord meeting."

One of the people sitting at the table stood, their features making them look like some kind of cross between an alligator and a chicken. Their three eyes were focused on you and seemed to be smouldering in their sockets as they approached. You didn't know how to respond as the being loomed over you, hand drawn back as if they intended to slap you.

What felt like seconds later you were suddenly on the other side of the room, warm sticky red blood covered your arms and chest while it dripped from your hands. The sudden change startled you as you tried to wipe away the blood with very little success, becoming panicked and almost frantic. Not only were you confused and lost, you were soaked in blood and somewhere completely new to you.

It was during your panicked attempt at wiping away the blood on you that a slender spider-like hand rest on your shoulder. The weight of the hand drew your attention to the person attached to that hand.

They were an unusual looking being with neon green-yellow eyes set in a dark gray face. Their body was obscured by a long cloak that covered them and came up in a collar that held the design of spider webs. A spider sat located above their collarbone as if it were a bowtie that held the cloak closed on the figure.

"Calm thyself, child. One ought not panic so easily, especially when one finds thyself in Hell. Breathe a moment, for the danger has passed."

Their voice was a soothing rumble that held a faint echo to it, their relaxed demeanor calming you considerably despite your uncertain surroundings. When they saw you had followed their instructions and took a deep breath, a rather patient smile played across their lips.

"Worry not, child. No harm shall befall thee here."

You almost returned the smile before a voice interjected, startling you slightly.

"They won't be harmed, sure, but what about us? They just ate one of the other overlords!"

"Calm thyself, Carmilla. Approach not with violence but an open hand and there will be no trouble. It seems Heaven has set a Sin Eater in our midst once more. A lost lamb ought not stray from thine flock, lest they be consumed by the wolves that doth circle amongst the sheep."

The humanoid circled you slightly, keenly observing you as you watched with unguarded curiosity. You had never seen someone like them before, but despite their appearance you felt calm and almost protected by the unusual being. It was when they stopped and gained an almost pleased smile that you felt the hair on the back of your neck standing ever so slightly.

"Prithee, speak thy name, Child, that I may address thee proper."

"(Y/n) (L/n). What's your name?"

"Zestial. Though many oft remark me to be the oldest overlord in Hell. Tell me, (Y/n), wouldst thou wish to be cast into the populace of Hell, or wouldst thou prefer to be guided through by a more experienced hand?"

"I... Wait, we're in.. Hell? Then that means I'm..."

"Verily, young (Y/n). Life has departed thee and left thee to walk amongst the fallen. As thou may suspect, the populace of Hell will not react kindly to thy presence. Sin Eaters are monsters in Hell and oft are hunted the rare times their presence becomes known. But no more of that, there is still the question at hand. What is thy answer?"

"I... I just want to know what's going on. I don't want to be hunted for something I didn't even choose. Will you help me?"

"Yes, dear confused (y/n). It is within mine own ability to guide and protect thee from the many untrusting eyes in Hell."

It was then the feminine one Zestial addressed as Carmilla spoke up, her brows raised and tone incredulous. Those sitting at the table seemed surprised as well with the current way the conversation was headed. None other than Carmilla seemed brave enough to speak out their concerns on the matter.

"Zestial, I know you are one to keep your plans to yourself, but are you really going to make a deal with that thing?"

"Carmilla, though thy intent is to protect and perhaps defend from the unknown, never forget that none had guessed mine own intentions at first glance. This is to be a deal struck between the Sin Eater and I, it needs no outside interjection."

"I- understood, Zestial."

The spider being turned back to you, their enigmatic smile still present on their face as they spoke in that same even tone.

"Now, (y/n), what say thee? It must be known I shan't do this without proper reparations. Thine soul shall become mine for the taking, but there shall be none who can try to touch thee without repercussions. More importantly, Hell need not control thy heart with fear as I shall walk by thee and shelter thee from the hostile intent of others. Does that sound amenable?"

"You want my soul and in return you're going to stop others from hurting me?"

"Among other things, but yes."

"Okay. I think that's fair."

A contract appeared out of what seemed to be nothing, floating before you. Next to it was a pink and green-yellow feather much like the one that adorned Zestial's hat. With nothing to lose you grabbed the feather quill and signed your name on the dotted line, agreeing to the mysterious being's offer. The second you finished writing your name, a certain weight seemed to now be placed on your shoulders as if the air around you had changed.

"Verily, a wise choice, dear (y/n). Wise indeed."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #platonic yandere #platonic x reader #yandere zestial

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wishicoulddisappear · 1 month ago

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I’ve been noticing a lot of connections between The Book of Exodus & Sleep Token’s lore. There are probably dozens of fans that are way more knowledgeable about this than me. But I summarized everything to the best of my ability, trying to really focus on the important bits and the connections I felt were there.

The phrase “Take Me Back to Eden” implies that Vessel has been cast out of Eden. I thought of The Book of Exodus: the Israelites are led by Moses to leave Egypt, under the guidance of God, to travel towards the Promised Land of Canaan.

The Book of Exodus is regarded as a story about justice; how deliverance, development, and destiny are intertwined. It is about God’s anger, punishment, and wrath. Salvation, redemption, rebirth. It is the first time God gets angry. It is about human rebellion and how it fractures the relationship with their God.

In the first part of Exodus, Moses meets God face-to-face; God “appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush: and he looked, and, behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed”. (Think of the smoke we saw in the most recent update.) Here, God chooses Moses to act as his messenger. Moses’ brother Aaron will be the one to speak on his behalf at the royal courts.

Something else interesting about Aaron is that he made a covenant of salt with God. God asked the Israelites to add salt to their offerings to God. The Hebrew word for salt “melach” means to rub to pieces/pulverize, to disappear as dust (I'm thinking of “you cast the dust into nothing, and wash out the salt from my hands”). “Melach” is primarily used to describe the Salt/Dead Sea which has an important message in Ezekiel -- in it there is a vision of a river flowing from the temple in Jerusalem to the Dead Sea that will heal the land (rebirth). It will be made anew.

I found connections with this story and their first record One. Would we be surprised if it circled back to that? The cycle must end. Go back to Aaron and the staff that God gave him. What is a staff used for? To correct and guide a flock. Who uses a staff? A shepherd. The Arcadian Shepherds are what you see depicted in Shugborough Hall. In the Bible, Aaron’s staff is used to cast the first plague, which is the Nile River being turned to blood (“everything we touch turns water into blood”). The staff also becomes a serpent (think of “coiled up like the venomous serpent”; the visuals of Vessel with a serpent; the references to the Garden of Eden). ((Speaking on serpents-- Jesus told his apostles "Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.")) Aaron stood between the dead and the living and halted the plague. Later, Aaron's rod miraculously sprouted almond blossoms (unvanquished branch?) to symbolize God choosing him for a special purpose (look at the cover of One). And the LORD said unto Moses: 'Put back the rod of Aaron before the testimony, to be kept there, for a token against the rebellious children; that there may be made an end of their murmurings against Me, that they die not…When the Messiah comes it [the rod] will be given to him for a scepter in token of his authority over the nations.”

After the pharaoh & his army are defeated (lured into the Red Sea) and the Israelites are passed into freedom, the first song of worship appears in the bible- interestingly enough, in this song is also the first time we read the word “salvation" in the Bible. The Book of Exodus is also the first time we see the word “redemption”.

God punishes the Israelites, making them wander through the desert for forty years on their journey to The Promised Land-- all because they initially refused to enter the land out of fear, refusing to trust God. “The current generation would wander in the wilderness until they died, allowing a new generation to enter the land with faith and trust in God”. They are guided on their exodus by a "pillar of cloud" (by day) and a "pillar of fire" (by night) as a dual manifestation of God. Fire is used throughout scripture, another one that stood out to me was the story of Elijah who called down fire from heaven as a sign of God's power (“like fire from the heavens”).

The Israelites arrive at Mt. Sinai and a covenant is intended to be made - God asks Israel to obey the Ten Commandments and that they can then become a blessing to the nations.

“I am your God who brought you out of the land of Egypt, the house of bondage: You shall have no other gods besides Me. You shall not make for yourself a sculptured image, or any likeness of what is in the heavens above, or on the earth below, or in the waters under the earth.”

God’s presence frightens them, so Moses goes by himself to the top of the mountain (Mt. Sinai) to be with God. God orders Moses to build an elaborate tent (tabernacle) in which God can be among his people. The blueprint for the tent is laid out in multiple detailed chapters. It is full of imagery regarding the Garden of Eden. While Moses was on Mt. Sinai the Israelites (including Aaron) have cast an idol out of gold due to their impatience. They’re throwing a ritual and worshipping the idol. God says to Moses: “Go down; for thy people have corrupted themselves”. Corruption implies moral decay and ruin. Moses comes down and tells them of the Ten Commandments and they reply with “You speak to us,” they said to Moses, “and we will obey; but let not God speak to us, lest we die.” “And the children of Israel spoke unto Moses, saying ‘Behold, we perish, we are undone, we are all undone. Everyone that cometh near unto the tabernacle is to die, shall we wholly perish?”

Moses pleads with God to spare them. Their conversation showcases God’s own grief and pain due to their disobedience. God agrees. He comes down, and Moses goes to enter the tabernacle to be in his presence….but he’s not able to go inside because it is filled with God’s presence. It served as a reminder of both God's power and the consequence of sin. This is the opposite of what takes place at the close of Exodus's second movement—Moses walks straight into God's fiery presence.

TLDR Vessel is a big nerd and I think this album will be all about rebirth by fire.

If you’re interested in this, read about The Ark of the Covenant and Solomon’s Temple (I think it could be what is shown in the newer images) too.

#show me how to dance forever #smhtdf #sleep token

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onethousandwords · 6 months ago

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Christian Elements in Gravity Falls, Part Two

See the first part here

I think we've covered most of the self-sacrificial theme I wanted to cover that occur in Gravity Falls, and I touched briefly on forgiveness. But I want to touch on it again particularly when it comes to Ford Pines.

This character, largely due to his pride (and while there are definitely a whole host of complicated reasons Ford has such issues relating to his father and Bill's manipulations - it can't be argued that this is a major issue for him), burns his bridges. He does it first and repeatedly with Stanley (though, Stan has his own issues, too - I'll acknowledge that - this is not a debate about which sibling is "better" - both of them have their good qualities and their flaws and needed forgiveness at some point), and then with Fiddleford (who is arguably a sweeter character but still flawed himself).

He's really at a point in his life where any forgiveness given to him would be unearned because of the actions he's taken in his life. He refused to talk to Stanley for over ten years over a broken science project, his fight with his brother due to prioritizing his work over his family leads to Stanley being branded (and though he expresses remorse over this - later circumstances lead him unable to make amends), the first thing he does when his brother brings him back is punch him in the face, he threatens to uproot Stan's entire life, he risks the entire world because he has to get in the last word.

And yet, when he reaches out to Stan, Stan forgives him (in all except one instance which also put the world at risk).

Let's go to Fiddleford. We get more insight about this character in Journal 3. We learn, for instance, that he crosses himself while stepping over graves, chastises Ford for saying "what the devil" and would likely disapprove of "black magic." This, and the fact he comes from Tennessee which is in the Bible Belt, would suggest he is Christian (the crossing himself part would suggest Catholicism). We learn that he's very giving and self-sacrificial.

You see this in particular with his relationship with Ford - he sets aside his own personal projects and his business to help Ford with his project, he puts up with traumatizing event after traumatizing event to help him, he works for three days without breaks to help Ford organize his research. He does this with other people as well - in Journal 3, you see him helping the carnival by fixing gears on the ferris wheel and listening to a fearful Ivan Wexler and while he definitely chose the wrong person to help, he also helped Gideon with his Gideon-bot. The lantern bit I mentioned in the first part of this also bears mentioning again.

Fiddleford is a helpful person - exactly the kind of person you'd expect to help a stranger broken down on the side of the road. Hebrews 13:16 - "Do not forget to do good and share with others for with such sacrifices God is pleased."

It sounds like Fiddleford really took that to heart. However, it seems he might have forgotten the part about how he is being sent as "sheep among wolves. So, be as cunning as serpents and as innocent as doves." - Matthew 10:16

It also seems in the midst of his fears and trauma, he didn't turn to his faith for help - instead, he turned to his memory-erasing gun (which has at times been seen as a metaphor for substance abuse) and destroyed much of his life. Ford had a hand in Fiddleford's decline (though, Fiddleford is also ultimately responsible for his own choices).

And yet, when Ford comes to him recognizing the wrong he's done Fiddleford (Ford took Fiddleford's self-sacrifices for granted, continually exposed him to dangerous situations, refused to listen to his warnings, refused his help), he is forgiven.

This unearned forgiveness and love that Stan and Fiddleford display to Ford are barely even a fraction of the unearned forgiveness and love Jesus Christ shows us when we come to him to ask for forgiveness of our sins and believe in his death on the cross and his resurrection and trust in Him to save us from damnation and death.

A couple of more minor things that I thought were interesting in Gravity Falls and pertain to Fiddleford's character. One thing I thought was interesting was how, as Old Man McGucket, he seems to have taken comfort and refuge in a church (broken down as it is). While it's possible he's forgotten a lot of things, maybe there's still a part of him that trusts God and remembers Him.

The next thing, at the end of the show, Fiddleford gets to move into a mansion which is sort of the show's way of making up for the trouble it put him through as well as rewarding him for his part in helping take down the main villain, Bill Cipher.

For some reason, it reminded me of a specific Bible verse:

John 14:2-3 - "In my Father's house, there are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself. That where I am, there you may be also."

So, I thought it was fitting that Fiddleford moved into a mansion at the end.

Though, I will add just as a matter of personal preference, I enjoy the translations of the Bible where rooms is used instead of mansions. Because it puts me in mind of this grand, beautiful house with many rooms, and many people including myself who have our own room, and there's this concept of "family togetherness."

Alex Hirsch put through a concept of people being "honorary members of the Pines family" which is good and sweet and kind. But how much better and sweeter and kinder is it to be a member of God's family? A loving, good, and merciful God who is waiting with open arms to accept anyone who comes to Him.

#Jesus #Christianity #Gravity Falls #Stanford Pines #Ford Pines #Stan Pines #Grunkle Stan #Fiddleford #Fiddleford McGucket #Old Man McGucket

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talktomeinclexa · 3 months ago

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My Works on Ao3

WIPs

The Royal Guard

Princess Clarke of Arkadia is kidnapped by mercenaries while on a visit to one of the kingdom’s cities. Her abductors treat her well enough, but everything becomes more complicated when their client orders them to execute her. Lexa thought this was just another job. High risk, high pay. But when push comes to shove, will she betray her orders or her heart?

Alpha Your Way Into My Heart

One moment of distraction is all it takes for Clarke to accidentally send a text admitting how much Lexa’s scent affects her to the wrong addressee. Lexa. Her Alpha roommate on the cusp of her rut. The situation would be only slightly mortifying and complicated if Clarke wasn’t also an Alpha. In a world where biology and prejudices often go hand-in-hand, will the two women get their happy ending?

The 13th Kingdom

Lexa, a half-wolf from the 10th Kingdom, is caught “sheep worrying.” Prince John gives her a choice: to rescue the 13th Kingdom’s princess, Clarke of house Griffin, for him, or to spend years in jail. Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, Lexa accepts. She sets on a dangerous quest, unaware of the troubles awaiting her, the worst of which could be the cursed princess she is sent to rescue.

Clarke The Vampire Slayer

When Clarke, a young student with a clear idea of what her life will be, wakes up one morning with superhuman strength, destiny comes knocking on her door. Sent to Polis to prevent a demon from opening the Hellmouth, she can count on Lexa—the mysterious owner of a magic shop—and new friends to help her dispose of vampires, demons, and other evil creatures. But will she succeed in stopping the Apocalypse?

On the Ground All Can Hear You Scream (Mount Weather Clarke/Heda Lexa)

Novitiate Lexa is captured by reapers and wakes up prisoner in a cage, not knowing that the blonde who finds her there will change her destiny. Unless this enemy turns out to be who Fate had in store for her?

Main part of the On the Ground series

Complete Works

Monsters Among Us

South of France, May 1767. A large beast has been terrorizing the province of Gévaudan for nearly three years, preying on lone boys and girls tending their livestock. The press, idle since the end of the Seven Years’ War, loses itself in conjecture based on the witnesses’ descriptions. What is to blame? A pack of man-eating wolves, a lion, a hyena escaped from a zoo…? Exasperated by the creature’s growing streak of victims and refusal to die, Louis XV dispatches Lexa Woods to the area. After all, who better than a monster hunter to kill a beast that bullets fail to slow down?

Days of Crisis

Sheriff Lexa Woods’s life is turned upside down when a hurricane hits her small Californian town, bringing in its midst Clarke Griffin, a beautiful geologist as smart as she’s brave. But when Clarke returns a few months later to study Polis’s geographical situation and assess the risks in case more natural disasters occur, neither can deny the attraction anymore. Will they manage to open up before a series of catastrophes puts their lives at risk?

The Marriage Pact

Two childhood best friends swear to marry each other if they are still single by thirty-four. As the years pass and no one else seems good enough, the deadline approaches. Will they go through with it? Can one marry their best friend and truly be happy?

On the Groud You Will Grow Strong

A series of snippets taking place before On the Ground All Can Hear You Scream or between Clexa’s first meeting and their reunion 6 years later.

Code Blue at the Zoo

“Code Blue. I repeat, we have a Code Blue at the Snow Leopard enclosure. All personnel, insure the safety of our guests. Officer Woods, please locate Doctor Griffin and find the animal before it harms a visitor.”

Thank You Technical Issues

If Clarke had any hope of hiding how her day went from her mother, it dies the moment Abby sees them. […] “Mom, this is Lexa, my girlfriend.” The lie flies from her subconscious directly out of her lips.

Eternity in Your Arms

How far will Clarke go to save her dying brother? Will she dare make a deal with a creature of the night as beautiful as she’s ancient?

Mend the Heart You Broke (Heal the Wounds You Caused)

Clarke and Lexa led the perfect life. Married, two children, a big house, a group of reliable friends. Until Lexa cheated on her wife and the idyllic picture was smashed to bits. Three months later, Clarke is still trying to put the pieces of her heart together when Lexa slowly comes back into her life. The path to forgiveness will force the artist onto a self-introspection journey that won’t leave anyone unscathed. But isn’t true love worth the fight?

Tackle My Heart

Clarke and Lexa are two young professional football players often pitted against each other on the field. It’s a good thing the two enemies have found a way to relieve some of the tension growing between them.

On the Ground Your Heart Will Go On

When Raven gets her heart broken, Anya takes it upon herself to avenge her. A Ranya interlude in the On The Ground series.

A Feeling More Universal Than War (Enemies to Lovers)

Two soldiers, one Red, one Blue, are brought together by the circumstances after a devastating battle. Despite the animosity between their two countries, they will have to work together if they hope to survive. Can they let go of prejudice and personal grief long enough to make it out alive?

You Put The Wild In Wild West (Sheriff/Bandit AU)

Sheriff Lexa Woods sees the peace in her little town compromised when a gang of robbers, The Delinquents, set their eyes on the best Polis has to offer.

Ad Astra Per Aspera (Roman AU)

Sent into unofficial exile by Emperor Thelonius, Centurion Clarke Griffus Flavius crossed the Roman Empire all the way to Hadrian’s Wall to deliver orders to the garrison. Accompanied by her most loyal friends, she decided to go beyond the call of duty and traveled behind the wall to warn the Romans there of the upcoming dangers. How could she have known that her destiny was waiting for her there, in the middle of a strange land not half as beautiful as the Pict serving as their guide?

Pay It Forward

Clarke is a mess who ends up being arrested after her boyfriend breaks a window. Lexa, the unfortunate owner of the café with said broken window, comes up with a way for Clarke to repay her without ending up with a record. How will that small act of compassion bring them closer?

More Than A Makeover (Queer Eye AU)

The Fab Five are tasked with helping baby gay Lexa Woods come out of her shell and shine. But maybe all the girl really needs is for someone to notice her. For example, a certain blonde camera operator on your favorite Reality TV Show.

A Green Card for a Blue and Yellow Girl (Arranged Marriage AU)

When Clarke accompanied Sean Penn in Ukraine to film a documentary, she didn’t expect to return home with a woman and her son. And when it becomes clear that, in order to stay, Lexa needs a green card, she offers to marry her. That’s what nice people do, right?

The South Tower (Trapped AU)

When a plane collides with the South Tower of the World Trade Center, Clarke and Lexa are trapped inside.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold (Pirate AU)

Lexa, a pirate and the captain of The Flame, has been looking for the treasure of Titus the Bald for years. One day, she finally gets her hand on one part of the map leading to it. But French soldiers are in ambush and take her prisoner. Will Lexa manage to escape and resume her quest? Or will she find herself on a journey she would never have planned for, in the company of a French officer too beautiful and brave for her own good?

Stages of Grief (Bring the Light Back in Me)

Clarke releases the lever and watches as the residents of Mount Weather take their last, deadly breath. Her soul shatters under the weight of what she has done. Will she ever manage to pull herself back together? Can she forgive Lexa for her betrayal? Can she forgive herself? Not all at once, and not easily. But step by step, and one encounter after another, she finds herself closer to acceptance.

Wanna Be My Pandemic Buddy? (COVID AU)

When Clarke, a graphic designer stuck at home during the lockdown hears about the Dutch Institute for Public Health’s official guidance to find someone to “share physical contact with” to limit the risks, she realizes that this might be her chance to get Lexa, her beautiful neighbor, into her bed. They start sleeping together and the chemistry is amazing, but will they manage to get over their emotional constipation before the pandemic ends?

First Date (Modern AU)

The woman who takes the seat across the table is, by far, the most stunning she has ever seen. With her hair in a lazy but sophisticated bun, elegant clothes, and just enough makeup to show that she made an effort, she’s perfect. Lexa should have expected it; she has seen photos of her… But they didn’t do her justice, and for a moment, she finds herself tongue-tied, her mouth open in surprise.

Our Revolution (Historical/Assassin’s Creed AU)

Lexa, an Assassin saved by Titus when she was a child and trained by him since, is injured during a mission and saved by a young physician named Clarke. The two of them rapidly become close, despite Lexa’s dangerous life.

As the French Revolution plays around them and the Templar threat increases, will the two women survive long enough to see it through and get their happy ending?

Where the Sky Touches the Sea (Fairy Tale AU)

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away from here, lived a sweet and beautiful princess. One day, she saved the life of one of the sworn enemies of her people, a young mermaid with mesmerizing green eyes. How could she have known that this fortuitous encounter would change both their lives forever?

Will You Be My Robinson? (Enemies to Lovers)

Clarke, a promising graphic designer for a marketing agency, is sent to the Philippines with some coworkers to visit the new office there. Their trip ends with a few days of vacation on Palawan Island. When a typhoon comes out of nowhere, Clarke ends up stranded on a deserted island with the one person she can’t stand, her workplace nemesis, Lexa. Will the two women learn to cooperate so they can survive long enough to be rescued? Or will they try to strangle each other before anyone can even notice they are missing?

The Iliad

Lexa, the best warrior that ever lived, and her cousin Anya accompany the Greek army on its way to Troy to recover Helen, queen of Sparta and Bellamy’s wife, kidnapped by the Trojan prince Finn. Will the two lovers and their faithful Myrmidons be able to conquer the impregnable fortress, or will they succumb to fate and the blue eyes of a prisoner?

Where the Wild Things Are (Hunters/hybrids AU)

A determined hunter stumbles onto a clan of hybrids and gets more than she bargained for. A millennium-old hybrid discovers that her soulmate belongs to a prominent family of hunters. An orphaned teenager learns that destiny has more in store for her than she could have prepared for. Threats grow in the shadows, waiting to strike at the hybrids and the hunters. Will old rancors leave enough room for new alliances and feelings to bloom?

Jurassic Park

Lexa Woods, an eminent paleontologist and a professor at Polis University, was invited by Marcus Kane, an eccentric billionaire, to visit and possibly endorse his “theme park” after she gained some popularity on the Internet through a TED talk. A few days later, she finds herself on a remote island with not-extinct-anymore dinosaurs, a beautiful vet, and two kids. What could go wrong indeed?

Eden (Canon Fix-It Post Season 4)

After the second Praimfaya, Clarke finds herself alone on Earth. Or so she thinks until the panther that swallowed the Flame and Lexa’s consciousness leads her to Shallow Valley.

We Met Again (Canon Fix-It Ending)

The last test was taken, and now it is time to face the consequences. Will Clarke finally get her happy ending?

Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting – External Ghost; Than an interior Confronting – That Whiter Host

Depressed teenager Lexa meets Ghost Clarke. The two become fast friends as Clarke helps the girl navigate life’s hardships. But what happens when feelings blossom between the two?

Not All Treasure’s Silver And Gold (Pirate AU)

Captain Clarke is taken prisoner on The Flame, the infamous frigate led by a merciless pirate known as The Commander.

Big Brother Is Watching You

A suspicious Google search history leads to a misunderstanding. Starring: klutzy Clarke and her new neighbor, shy Lexa

Hold Me Tight (Elyza Lex/Alicia Clark; FTWD AU)

On the Abigail, Alicia strikes up a conversation with a stranger on the radio. When the woman shows up uninvited and steals some of their food, neither of them knows that it’s only the beginning of their story. But the dead aren’t quite gone, and the living are hungrier than ever. Will the two women get the happy ending they deserve?

#talktomeinclexa #clexa fanfiction #up-to-date list #clexa #the 100 #clarke griffin #lexa #I realize not everyone checks the blogs or knows you can personalize your blog on Tumblr so...

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