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raphael-angele · 9 months ago

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If Hades raised Nico and Bianca Then Took Them to Camp Later-er Part 1

This will be a side series where I list down things that happened as Hades and the entire Underworld raises Bianca and Nico. Of course, Bianca does not die because I am in denial and I refuse anything bad that happens

Bianca's Violin

I've been having this headcanon for a while now that Bianca knows how to play the violin.

She was formerly taught how to play by Maria, before the Lotus Hotel. When she and Nico arrived in the Underworld, Bianca wasn't settling in very well so Hades got her a violin as a welcome present. It didn't exactly cheer her up but she felt a little bit more comfortable.

Here's the thing though, she brings that violin to Camp and she plays it as much as she can and all she knows how to play are songs and pieces from the 1900s. One of the pieces she's perfected is Los Toreadores, which if you don't know, is the famous FNAF soundtrack.

Everytime she plays this, other campers would panic where the sound was coming from. Bianca has no clue what they're talking about, growing up in the 30s and all that.

Bianca looks around the infirmary in search for a particular blonde boy with blue eyes that glowed like the sun itself. "Bianca!" she hears from one side of the room and she sees him walking towards her. Lee Fletcher, one of the few people that bothered to make friends with her and her brother when they first came to camp.

"Lee, hi." She greeted with a soft smile. "What brings you here?" Lee asks, looking her up and down to find any injuries. "I need some bandages. Four of them." Bianca answered. Lee looks at her, a little confused. "What do you need that many bandages for?" He asks. Bianca holds up her left hand, showing him her bloodied fingers. The blood had stained her entire palm and dripped from the tips of her fingers. "My fingers are bleeding." She says, unfazed by her injury.

"GODS!" Lee panicked, seeing her hand. He quickly took it into his and examined them carefully. It looked as if something had sliced the skin. "What in Hades happened?!" He asked, pulling her to an empty cot. He made her sit down as he pulled a chair from the side and sat down. Bianca was confused by Lee's worry. It wasn't like she was dying; it barely hurt.

"Will! Go get me the first aid kit, please." He ordered the boy passing by. He looked to be around Nico's age. Quickly, the boy, Will, set the sheets he was carrying and ran off to do what was asked of him. "What happened?! Why are your fingers bleeding?! Is this from archery practice?!" He asked. Will came back with a small red kit with a white cross on the front. He put it beside her and opened it.

Lee took some hydrogen peroxide and dabbed it on some cotton before carefully applying it on her fingers. "I was playing the violin. I didn't realize how hard I was playing until I saw how red the strings became." Bianca explained. "Who on Earth wouldn't notice their hand bleeding?!" He asked, still a little shock. "Apologies. I get distracted easily playing the violin" she says. Lee sighed, "Be careful. You'll never know, strings are really dangerous if you play too hard" Bianca rolled her eyes as he dabbed betadine on her fingers.

Will stared at her, as if examining her. "Hey, you're Nico's sister, right?" He asked. Bianca looked at him and smiled before saying yes. "Does Nico play the violin, too?" He asks. "Uh, no. No, he doesn't. He doesn't like the sound of the violin much either. He says it's too squeaky and annoying." She answered.

"Lee, can Bianca play the violin at the campfire?" Will asks, hoping his brother would agree. "Will, her fingers are hurt. I doubt she'll be able to play for the next few days." Lee explained, wrapping her fingers in a white bandage. The younger boy frowned. "Maybe next time, William." Bianca smiled, ruffling the younger's hair. He smiled back and nodded his head before going back to his other works.

"Okay," Lee exclaimed as he finished off with the bandages. "A few things. Sorry to say, but no violin for the next few days." She sighed. "Secondly, your archery training might be affected so take it easy a bit. Maybe ask for finger guards. I have some extras if you want. And I need you to come in some time after lunch so we can change the bandages." He said.

"How long do I have to wear these?" Bianca gestured to her bandages. "I reckon...no longer than a week" Lee replied, walking over to the nearby counter. "Don't worry. They didn't look too deep of a cut. But I recommend that you take it easy on archery practice and dagger training with Annabeth." He came back with a jar of lollipops. "Now, since you were a good patient, have a lollipop" he gave her a wide smile as he opened the lid. Awkward silence drifted.

"You're giving me a lollipop." Bianca deadpanned. "Yeah. We give all our patients lollipops." Lee continued to smile as Bianca continued to blankly stare at him. "I'm not a 5 year old, Lee."

"There's a grape flavored one" Lee informed her. Bianca quickly stuck her uninjured hand into the jar in search of the grape flavored treat she was promised. She pulled it out, along with two lollipops; one grape, the other lemon. "You mind if I take two? Nico's gonna ask where I got it and I don't want him to end up in the infirmary just to get a lollipop." She said. "Go ahead." Lee replied. She put the lollipops in her jacket pocket and stood up. "Alright. Thank you for helping me." She said, heading for the door.

"Anytime, corpse girl. See you at dinner!"

#please comment or reblog other headcanons #im running out of ideas #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #bianca di angelo #nico di angelo #hades #lee fletcher #will solace #solangelo #violin

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inactivewattpadauthor · 4 months ago

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Revenant Kung Lao x Reader: Sweet Laollaby

Warning: Partial angst and plot confusion ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The spectators of Outworld all cheered loud down to the circular arena of the Kolosseum. Winds pushed up the sand, narrowly tampering with your sight, but you could make out who was the focus.

Your close one, Kung Lao, victoriously standing beside the defeated Tiger Shokan, Kintaro. The very first time you were proud. Relieved even that your human lover didn't fall to some fire breathing beast. But you knew how this scene plays out. Your curse was having to watch it over. And over. And over.

Yet, everytime you tried to scream and cry for him to lookout, not a noise came out your mouth as you're forced to watch and feel the same shock and grief when the cruel tyrant went up behind Lao and snapped his neck like he was nothing but an empty plastic bottle.

Everytime, guilt surrounds you as everything around you darkens. Remaining beings were you and his body as it darkens unnaturally with red streaks forming on your skin. As his eyes open with glowing red orbs that dart to you with immediate hatred, his neck twists back to its normal position and he stands, stalking to you with spite. "Why...didn't..you.. do anything?"

And as he pounces at you, that's when everything is over.

You gasped awake in bed, breathing harshly and feeling yourself to confirm the regular. Just another nightmare on the trauma. Though, it will always leave you feeling terrible even if you're safe in bed at your home.

After the terrible event of watching your own lover die before your eyes, Raiden and Liu had to practically beg you to step down as a kombatant. You didn't like it but it ruined you mentally where it clearly has an affect on your skills. And you showed no signs of recovery. You weren't alone though, having the same deal as Jax from the Special Forces.

Groaning, you shifted out of bed. There's sleeping pills in the kitchen cabinet that could maybe assist on a well rest. Even if sleeping at night isn't great anymore when the same ugly nightmare would be waiting to haunt you.

After gulping down two tablets with some cold water, you walked around for a bit until you felt the need to lay down. Standing in the living room near the slide door, you pushed aside the curtains and gazed at the dark. You zoned out.

Within one blink, your eyes looked into the glass and it took you a minute to see two faint red glows. Nothing clicked right away until those eyes moved close in the reflection and you could clearly see a body step out.

Immediate fright struck you with adrenaline and you screeched, turning around and pressing your back against the glass door. There standing, was the man in your nightmares. The result of when you couldn't help Kung Lao.

The revenant's face was blank and chill, but you knew how revenants were. Evil. Not the person as they were before death. But from the same constant dream you had over and over, maybe you should've seen this coming.

"You're here to hurt me, aren't you?" The whine couldn't be suppressed down. Your hand clutched dangerously on the curtain behind you. "Hurt me because I couldn't do anything at the Kolosseum? Because... I couldn't save you?"

The undead man doesn't answer right away but watches as the curtain you were gripping too hard fell off its hanging rod, making you fall with it and covering your frame as you yelped with surprise.

Slight amusement roamed his eyes when he steps forward and lifts the drapes off you. Lao looks at your scared face and calmly responds with his own question. "Do you want me to hurt you?"

Bafflement replaced part of your fear. Shouldn't he be using his hat and tear you in half as punishment by now? Why isn't he attacking? "N-No..."

"Then I won't, my sweet." Lao chuckles under his breath and tosses the fallen curtain aside and standing you up. He had the same gentleness handling you as when he was alive.

"I don't get it. The common dream... nightmare- you ask me why I didn't do anything... tell me it's my fault. And you kill me right after. Aren't you going to do that?" You look up at him, taking in the slight smirk he has. The same smile he uses with you whenever he's taking in your beauty.

"It's a dream, Y/n. It isn't real. And Raiden's the real blame here. Not you."

Wait, what?

"Huh? But it was Shao Kahn that-"

"Raiden claims he could see the future. Getting visions of what is soon to come. So how is it he did nothing but stand there rather than preventing my death?" Kung Lao cuts you off and explains.

The explanation leaves you wordless. It's a fair point, but surely Raiden didn't actually want you love to die so suddenly like that. After all, you recalled him nearly striking down Shao with his powers before Liu Kang went up first. All while you looked horrified at the dead loved one, feeling your body stiffen with all the emotions like you were him.

"I guess the only thing that incompetent thunder god did to repent was leave you out of this mess." The cold man lures behind you, grabbing your wrists and spreading them like you were a mere puppet to him. He looms to your ear, careful to make sure his hat doesn't graze your head. "I'd hate for something to happen to you when I'm not around."

You turn back to glare at him. "Why are you here?" You tug your hands away for him to stop playing with you, and he does let go.

He shrugs. "Well, it's been a while since I've got to see you. You still remain beautiful as ever."

Holding your glare, you knew it wasn't all. "Okay, what are your intentions with Earthrealm?"

"If I told you that, I'd have to kill you." Lao dismisses and walks away from you. It looks as if he was going to leave already.

Your heart immediately told you to stop him. You didn't want him to leave now. Not ever. Even if you knew it had to be some sort of treason to associate with a revenant, reborn in the hellish Netherrealm under a necromancy's command. "Wait! Don't go! I missed you!

Revenant Kung Lao stops in his tracks. You sighed and made an interesting request. "Can't you just stay and sleep with me?"

He slowly turns back and looks at you with appeal. You just knew you'd have to clarify right away.

"N-Not like that! I'm just tired of sleeping alone without you. And you're here. Please? You can leave when I fall asleep if you can't stay."

The former monk thought for a moment but with a face like that, even as reincarnated evil, he couldn't say no. "Very well. 'Only' sleeping." He repeats the request.

Gently holding you hand, you walk to the bedroom. Safe to say, you didn't have a nightmare this time when you fell asleep. The man in your dreams didn't seem too scary anymore. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

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viivzn · 6 months ago

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Hi hi mootie!!

So this is my request,oliver x reader who is like homura from madoka magica.

So in this au(idk) oliver die everytime in front of reader's eye and reader is like time traveler or something like that.As she tries to save oliver for long time as she fanilly saved him by sacrificing herself.As oliver would tell reader to don't go away and such.As oliver were cut off by reader who revealed the truth that she has been trying to save him as reader's last words is like "At last,i had fanilly found a world where you will happy and still live..I love you oliver.." and no happy ending bc i need angst😊🫶

-Sika anon

★ ., SACRED CHOICES.

pairs. homura!reader X oliver

req by. sika anon

type. drabbles or HCs??? i can't tell anymor

a/n. okg yess,, HOMURA!!1!!11!!2 this is kinda rushed so sorry brinwajansjsh. tyank ypu for requesting aushshs!!!!! <3 not proofread!!

saving a loved one was hard. especially someone who you truly loved with all your heart.

seeing oliver die in front of your two organ of sight made your heart quench leaving thousands of blood cells through the drain. you always tried sacrificing yourself but ended up failing at the end, you hated it and wished you could try harder.

time by time you started to give up saving him, being hopeless as days, weeks, months passes through. despite being a time traveller yourself ━━━━━ you felt like your powers draining.

but that still didn't stop you from saving from the danger the holds beyond him.

instead of him ceasing to exist, it was you who ceased from the embodiments of the universe and the nature.

you had no choice afterall, you kept trying and trying to tell him that going there was danger and such, he is clever but he isn't that clever to listen to your warnings.

as much as you hate or you're scared of dying, it was the other way around for you.

finally revealing the truth to him that you kept saving him from the danger, he froze from shock and disbelief. he didn't believe it, he didn't believe you at first, not until you finally said your final words before your soul leaves your flesh and bones.

�� at last, i had finally seek a world where you will live happily with your relatives and such. ill always love you oliver from the bottom of my heart. see you in the afterlife. ,,

was the last words that he heard from you.

likes, reblog, comments are always appreciated!! ^^

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afrowrites · 3 months ago

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Falling for Logan

Wolverine x Black Reader!

Rated: Teen and up

Word Count: 1.3k words

Posted on Ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/58719250

Description: You've been trying to get Logans attention for months and at the annual summer party that the professor throws he finally notices you.

Logan, the man, the myth, the pain in your ass. And no it’s not because you don’t like him, in fact you like him a whole lot, and it’s getting annoying. For example yesterday there you were making dinner for the team. You're one of the only ones who can actually cook so you and Remy decide to make a southern dinner. As you’re taking the cheese out the fridge you feel a warm breath on the back of your neck as an arm brushes against yours, strong and a bit furry.

“ ‘Scuse me.” he says nonchalantly. And that’s it, that’s all he has to say. I mean after making you feel warm and funny all over that’s it. You're almost furious with him until your cooking partner gets you out of your thoughts.

“Ami, you gon throw dat cheese in tha pot.” he requested.

And then Last month, Logan and Scott were arguing. About what you can’t even remember, all you can remember is seeing his furrowed brow and his glistening arms as he points his finger in Scott's face. You can remember the twinge of jealousy when Jean puts her hands on his chest and tries her hardest to break up the fight.

And it doesn’t go unnoticed by mostly everyone. I mean you aren’t good at hiding it. I mean your powers glow everytime you’re around him. You look like you’re dying and someone needs to save you.

“Knock, Knock.” A familiar and welcome voice calls you from outside the door.

“You can come in Ororo.” Your white haired best friend comes in with some snacks. You like days like this because you and her just talk about everything. Life, Love, Who’s hotter Iron Man or Capitan america. (She’s wrong cap is hotter).

But it looks like she has something to ask you. You straighten up on your bed and hold a pillow on your chest as she gets comfortable on your bean bag.

“Y’know I’ve noticed something about you lately.” She starts inquisitively.

“Oh yeah, what.” you sarcastically ask, “Well, Logan has been staying around more often and that means more time to look at him, But it has made me look at your more.” You're getting nervous, it’s like she sees right through you.

“You’ve been more anxious and the zaps in the walls don’t help your case, " The Professor thought it was something serious, maybe with your family. But I know what it is.” Your palms are sweaty, she’s so close to uncovering your secret, so you word vomit it yourself,

“ALRIGHT, I’M IN LOVE WITH LOGAN!.” She looks at you completely shocked.

“I-I was just going to say you needed to go shopping.” You mutter a soft “oh”. When you raise your head to look at her you see her grinning from ear to ear and you can feel the static electricity in the air.

“You're in love with Logan!” She took your hands and squealed in delight. “How long have you known,” “Well only a little bit, I-I don’t know how it started. All I know is that I love him, and I don’t know how to tell him.”

“I know what we need to do. You, me, Rouge,Jubilee shopping trip. I promise that you will be the most sparkling thing out there.” She’s already walking out the door to grab the girls. You laugh and shake your head, grabbing your shoes and you walk out with her.

You all walk into a forever 21, oohing and ahhing at the clothes, Jubilee and Rogue rush you into a changing room.

“Girl when we get done with you you’re gonna look sweeeeet.” Jubilee exclaims.

They Have you try on the first outfit. It's tight and shiny with silver sequins all over, and a cute pair of platform wedges.

“I don’t know girls, They’re cute, buuuuuttttt.” you trail on. “Girl did you even try.” Rouge asks with a raised eyebrow, She throws her outfit in the ring.

When you look at it you almost die of laughter. It's a neon green two piece with a tube top and leggings with diamond cutouts up both legs with black strappy heels.

You come out looking absolutely confused and helpless, “She is going to a pool party, not the club ladies,” She sighs “It seems like if you wanna get the job done right you do it yourself.” She hands you what is hopefully the last outfit of the day. It’s a really cute Island flower halter dress, it’s creamy white that flows out like a fishtail at the bottom. She gave you some cute gold hoops with gold bangles, and with some nice nude wedges.

“Oh darlin’ aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Rouge is pleased with the way you look. Everyone stares at you in awe, and as your all heading out Storm stops everyone “Girls why don’t you all head to the food court, I want to talk to Y/n.” She hadn’t used your real name in ages.

You follow her to Victoria's secret, as she starts flipping through pieces of lingerie, you feel nervous. Like she has something she wants to say but you both don’t know what to do.

“Y/n I want you to know something,” You look at her. “I just want you to know that loving Logan can be hard, He’s had so much happen to him in his life. I just don’t want you to be afraid when he suddenly leaves, Because you know he has a tendency to up and vanish.”

You understand what she’s saying, you’re a little hurt because she thinks you're so weak. “Storm I think I got this, we’ve all been through so much together, and I think I can handle him.” You hope.

“Good, now help me pick out your swimsuit.”

You wake up the next morning feeling warm and refreshed. It's a beautiful day on campus and everyones getting ready to have some fun in the sun. You help Remy out with seasoning of the meat in your big t-shirt and biker shorts.

“Y’know ami, anna told me about your little shoppin’ trip.” “Oh she did,now” you say with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes she did, and y’know what I think the recipient of your little gift will be quite impressed.” You feel your cheeks heat up at that.

“They’re all waiting for you down at the pool” Ororo beckons, You look out the window to see Logan on the far end of the pool nursing a beer.

You style your honey blonde braids one more time before going down there.

The inevitable ooh’s and ahh’s happen as you walk out to the pool. “You look lovely my darling.” The Professor compliments

“Thanks Professor.” You look over at Logan, he now has his hat on his face dozing away.

“Ami, why don’t you go make him a plate.” Remy suggests.

So you do just that, you put some ribs, greens, anything you could get at a cookout is on his plate, especially that good cobbler you made.

You walk over to him, glowing skin and all. “Hey, I made you a plate.” He nods in your direction.

You get a little irritated at this so you mumble under your breath “How long is it gonna take for you to notice me.”

He looks at you squinting, like he’s finally seen you for the first time. “Who says I haven’t noticed you.”, “What.”

He continues “Who says I haven’t noticed you?”, “Oh you heard that.”

“Yeah I did, Who told you I haven’t noticed you.” He restates his question.

“Well I mean everyone knows how I feel about you, It’s so obvious it’s killing me. So tell me straight up, Do.You.Like.Me.”

He looks up at you, a little star struck, He pulls you down on his lap “Babygirl I love you.”

And in that moment all you feel is full unbridled joy as you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

You both melt into each other and for a moment the world stops. Well that is until you hear cheering in the background.

“I got em’ girls!” You yell back to them.

You all end the night happy and in love.

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xxnomadsxx · 9 months ago

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An unlikely scenario, but what if Velvet and Veneer got Branch? Like. They heard that the pop trolls live the forest, they probably found branch during a hunt and went "hm. Yeah he looks good" and napped him before the others found em

Would the Tribe join in on rescuing him? Would the farals?

What'd thing do?

(I have many questions on this scenario, as it's my favourite-)

Honestly this is a scenario that rides dumb luck sooooo HARD!!!!!! (it would be near impossible to catch Branch!!! his instincts of fight or flight wins everytime no matter the option) Velvet and Veneer would trip over a passed out Branch who is just…laying…on the ground?!?!? while looking for pop trolls (at first they’d think he’s ded but he just passed out from like a week of no sleep) Without really looking at him carefully (they just see a small troll body) They immediately do a quick grab and go!!!! but once they do get a good look at him they realize he’s grey which brings up a lot of problems in their head, but thankfully he’s still able to produce talent (he would last longer since he has over 20 years of untouched talent) Velvet and Veneer wouldn’t send a letter to Brozone (since Branch is basically unrecognizable)

Meanwhile the village is losing it because their leader is missing!!! Thing is in the worst condition as they are violently searching every where for Branch (he has flipped 5 pods over) Eventually they figure out Velvet and Veneer are the ones who took Branch (maybe from some torn fabric or hair that they use to sniff them out) The ENTIRE village proceeds to go and hunt down Velvet and Veneer(at this point they are furious and on the brink of murder, Thing is leading this hunt and is foaming at the mouth and shaking from rage)

After beating up Velvet and Veneer horribly (and grabbing Branch’s diamond) they go home!! For like 3 days they struggle to break open the diamond. (Everyone is really stressed about it Thing is freaking out the most that Branch might die in the diamond) Branch finally confesses that they need the perfect family harmony to break the diamond (this was after they tried using a diamond shattering diamond hammer and it being the wrong diamond hammer (don’t ask me where they got it) No one in the village is technically related to Branch so they freak out more, until Branch says he has Brothers (wow Branch is pulling a king Peppy with all these secrets) At the mention of brothers the the entire village goes brother hunting. (Thing already knew about the brothers but just forgot they actually existed and weren’t just a few names)

After like a day they bring back 4 successfully kidnapped brothers who are flabbergasted by what happened and are soon thrown into shock by the state of their brother (who is still in the diamond) After a couple days of struggling to do the family harmony and working out their many MANY issues they finally get Branch out of the diamond. (Throughout all this Thing is glaring daggers at them) The brothers then try to spend time with Branch trying to get to know him as best as they could, though they wish the village would back off and let them actually be around Branch without being dragged off by some rando and that thing.

Eventually Poppy finds out about the village by complete accident and Clay tells Poppy about Viva and everything else goes as cannon (plus some more overprotective bros and a very stressed out Thing about Branch’s safety)

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profound-imagination · 2 years ago

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Rose Gardens - Eris Vanserra.

A/N: So this is the longest fic I've ever written and this is a 1st part I think, depending if people want more!

W/C: 4.9K

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You'd been quickly taken in by Rhys and Cassian when you stumbled upon them in a war camp after the first war, running for your life from the captivity you'd just escaped, both men were weary of you at first but willing to help you, it was their nature after all, despite the roles they played, it wasn't until they introduced you to the third member of their rag tag band that you knew they'd never send you away, never let anything hurt you.

They both went still like beautiful statues as the Shadowsinger took you in, roamed his eyes over your face as his shadows darted towards you and danced around you as if you were an old friend and then he fell to his knees in front of you, an act that shocked his brothers. He wrapped his arms around your middle and explained to his brothers that you were the only one who spoke to him during his imprisonment. As the daughter of a servant who worked in the kitchen of his father's home you'd sneak him meals and tend to any wounds his half brothers inflicted on him. You alone had sat outside the bars of his cell for hours while he howled in pain and cried about his ruined hands. It was you who taught him not to be scared of his shadows, doing as much research as a fairly illiterate child could, sneaking him the pages you thought were important from the library you weren't allowed to be in.

His mother had loved you like her own when you'd joined them on their hour-long visits, the only chance the two of you had to play as children should and you'd continued to visit her long after Azriel had been sent to Windhaven to train. Until you were thrown in his empty cell having been found with his mother by his father. His only reprieve Azriel had called you.

You'd have done anything for Azriel, he was your best friend, your only friend and you'd been punished for every time you'd helped him, everytime you snuck down to that damp cell, not that you ever told him. You knew he'd send you away, tell you not to come back. You'd been too young at the time to understand the feeling in your chest when you went to visit him and he was gone. You'd spent years thinking they'd killed him until this moment right here when he was on his knees in front of you. Tears welled in your eyes as you joined him on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I thought you were dead, I thought they'd killed you." You had sobbed into his neck, Rhys and Cassian had stepped away to allow the two of you to have your reunion alone and sitting in the mud and blood of a battlefield you did.

His mother had never told you where he'd gone, knowing you'd follow and quickly be made a play thing for the other warriors, knowing her son would die before he let that happen to you, it had happened anyway, your time in captivity was spent being passed around his half brothers.

In the years you'd known Azriel, the two of you had only ever been friends. You assumed this was due to knowing each other since you were children and you'd never seen or looked at him in that way. You knew he was stunningly beautiful and the other females loved him and the air of mystery he carried but not you. His brother however, his High Lord had piqued your interest from the moment you'd collided with him in the woods and hit the ground like you'd run into a tree. From the second your eyes had met his Violet ones you were done for.

You'd spent years being his confidant. The only one he'd share the weight he carried with. Itnever moved past the physical with you, Rhysand seeking you out when it all became too much and he needed a reprieve. But you'd take whatever you could get from Rhysand despite the sad looks the Shadowsinger gave you when he caught you tiptoeing out of the High Lords room or study in the early hours. The relentless teasing from Cassian or the smirks from Mor when she thought he wasn't looking. Rhys had never picked up on your feelings or if he had, he'd never mentioned it.

Life in the Night Court was good and you were happy, it had taken some adjusting. After being told every moment of Az's life since he'd left. It had taken you a while to not be mad at Cassian, something that he made very hard to do. Or wipe the dirty look off of your face as Mor toyed with him. "I love her." Azriel had pleaded with you to give her a chance, to support his feelings. You eventually had, especially after she'd told you about why she'd slept with Cassian. What had happened to her after, your heart broke for her and you let it be, taking note that Eris Vanserra was a male you never wanted to meet. You let her flit between your best friend and his brother and you didn't even notice it anymore. Az was a big boy now and could handle himself and you both knew you'd be there to pick up the pieces of him in the end.

Everything fell apart when Amarantha arrived and seized every bit of control she could. Rhys was gone and the world was crumbling. It had taken you five years to do anything other than sleep and read. Moving from your room to the library and back again. Sometimes you could picture Rhys, sitting next to you in the firelight of the library doing his paperwork as you read. His gentle chuckle as your face screwed up in disgust or lit up in joy depending on what was happening in your books. Every year you went to Calanmai after that, never to participate but knowing he was there. One of the few liberties he was allowed after hearing whispers of his attendance the year before, her whore they'd called him. You never saw him, whether he wasn't there or was avoiding you, you had no clue, you guessed on the latter. He'd gone to her willingly to protect Velaris, his family and you. He wouldn't risk it out of fear that the next time he walked into her throne room, you'd be there, broken and beaten and that she'd make him take the final blow to end you.

49 years, it took 49 years for him to come back to you. To come home. He'd winnowed into the house in the middle of dinner and taken his usual seat as if it was nothing, and started loading his plate with food. "What are you all staring at?" He asked when he'd finally loaded his plate. The dining room was silent and then it snapped, cutlery hit the table with a clang and chairs scraped against the floor as Azriel and Cassian ran for their brother. Mor stood hand over her mouth in shock until she pushed both warriors out of the way to embrace her cousin. Then all eyes turned to you, and with that damned smile on his mouth he asked "Didn't you miss me, sweet girl?" And with that you were moving, running at him full speed until you leapt at him, he caught you with ease and let you cry into his neck, taking his seat again and asking Azriel to pass your plate.

It was three days before he'd told you all of what had happened, of the human girl turned High Fae who had saved you all. One who he mentioned would be staying with you one week a month and you were excited to have a new friend. You'd hoped you could help her adjust, having been the last one who had joined the Night Court. Her first week here, three months later, was rough. You'd learned she was to marry Tamlin and that Rhys had winnowed her out from her wedding as she was screaming to be rescued. He'd kept Cass and Az away from her and you and Mor were the only ones permitted to see her as long as you didn't bother her.

Since his return Rhys had distanced himself from you and you'd put it down to the trauma he'd endured under the mountain and you left it alone. You couldn't help thinking sometimes that you were missing something, that something was going on that you weren't aware of, especially when the teasing and the smirks stopped, when Az's sad looks turned to looks of pity.

You'd managed to bond with Feyre today. Something you were very proud of, smiling gently to yourself as you headed to your room to grab your current book so you could keep the girl company while she practiced her writing in the library. You couldn't help but pick up on the hushed tones of Mor and Rhysand bickering. "Maybe you should just tell her?" Mor suggested, tell who what? "Oh yeah, that's a great idea, Feyre, I know you're in love with Tamlin and you're going to marry him but I just thought you should know I'm your mate and you are mine." Mates, mates, mates. The words span round and round in your head. You could hear them moving towards the door and you needed to get out of there. Needed to be hidden in your room while you figured out how to breathe again. You felt your heart disintegrate and your treacherous feet wouldn't move from the spot outside of Rhys' study.

You'd just started to panic as the door opened and you came face to face with Mor. Her eyes widened as yours widened right back at her and she slid through the door and closed it behind her. She was blocking you from Rhys' view, you realised. She grabbed your arm and gave you a look that said "Not here, hold it together, not where he can hear you." And the world enveloped into darkness as she Winnowed the two of you to the balcony at the top of the house. She stepped back and looked at you again.

"He didn't want you to find out like this." She said calmly, you were numb. "Did he want me to find out at all?" You croaked, she sighed. "Of course he did, he's not blind, he knows how you feel for him, knows that you waited 50 years for him, he's always known, he didn't want to hurt you and he knew this would." Your world collapsed, he'd known all along. You felt like a fool and your knees gave out as you sobbed. Mor joined you on the ground and cradled you in her arms trying her best to comfort you. You could barely hear over the thumping in your ears but you were vaguely aware of another presence on the balcony and that you'd been transferred from one set of arms to another. Taking a deep breathe to calm yourself you took in the familiar scent of Azriel and continued to cry into his chest as he held you, neither him or Mor moved.

"I need to get back to the library." You sniffled to your friends. "Feyre asked me to keep her company while she does her writing." Mor shook her head. "You don't need to do that." You smiled at her weakly "I told her I would and I will." You heard Az sigh behind you but he hauled you up with him to a standing position and wiped the last of your tears from your face. "You gonna be okay?" He asked but you knew what he meant, it went deeper than okay, and you knew if you'd asked him he'd walk straight into Rhys' study and punch him for you. You nodded at him and he Winnowed you to your room so you could retrieve your book and return to the library. He followed you there, you knew he would, you were hurting and you knew for the next little while, Az would never be far away. He was trying his best to distract you with stupid stories of Cassian when you stopped dead and he nearly ran into your back, there stood Rhys, reading Feyre's writing and smiling at her like she'd put stars in the sky.

You steeled yourself, straightened your back and held your head high as you nodded at Az who faded into the shadows of the library and walked towards the pair of them. "Found some other company I see?" You tried tease but your voice didn't come out as strong as you wanted it too and Rhys raised a questioning eyebrow that you ignored. Feyre turned to you as you felt a shadow slide its way round your wrist and up the sleeve of your tunic "I'm here." It seemed to say. "I was just about to come looking for you!" She said, her voice was like a chime and you smiled "Sorry it took me so long to get back, I had to help Az with something quickly."

She looked at Rhys "Who's Az?" Rhys eyes darted behind you into the shadows that Azriel was hiding himself in. Busted. Of course he knew he was there. "Azriel is one of my two brothers, he's away working right now." He told her as he glared at where Az was hiding.

It was later that night when Rhys called you to his study. You knew what was coming and you'd already heard him say the words but you weren't ready to hear them said directly to you. You sat as if you'd been frozen in place while he spoke. While he told you he loved you but it wasn't fair on you or her if he carried on with you. That he didn't want to hurt you and that he was sorry that he had. You surprised him when you pulled together all you had left and said. "I'm happy for you Rhysand, honestly, what a blessing to find a mate in a place like that." And you meant it. "Since when do you call me Rhysand?" He questioned as hurt flashed through his eyes. You shrugged, since about 4pm this afternoon you thought. When it became unbearable to call him anything else. "How are you going to tell the others?" You had known Mor knew thanks to the conversation you'd overheard anyway and then something clicked in your head. Azriel had never asked why you were crying. Rhys coughed and said "They already know, I just didn't know how to tell you." Just as there was a knock on the door he looked to you and your unmoving figure and told whoever was outside to come in.

He expected you to relax as Az came in followed by Cassian, you looked up at the two warriors and your heart filled with anger as you stood to face your best friend. "You knew?" You asked him, eyes looking dead into his, he nodded. "You didn't tell me? You just gave me pitiful looks while he distanced himself?" Azriel looked at the floor as he said. "He's my High Lord, I was asked not to tell you." For the second time that day, your heart disintegrated and you threw yourself at the Shadowsinger. Fists pounding on his chest, you knew he wouldn't stop you. Knew he would let you hit him as many times as you wanted until it was out of your system. The tears you swore you wouldn't spill in front of Rhys betrayed you and ran down your cheeks. It was Cassian who reacted, wrapping his giant arm around your middle and hauling you out of the study. He didn't let you go until you were both in the library and he was sitting in your favorite chair by the fire. You curled in his lap like a scared child crying into his chest.

You weren't sure how long you sat there. Curled into the massive general. You knew it had been some time since you'd cried yourself out. Exhausted and empty you stayed where you were, staring into nothingness. You weren't sure how long it had been since Azriel had joined the two of you in the library. You hadn't acknowledged him as he kneeled in front of you desperately trying to meet your eyes. You'd ignored him. The Shadowsinger tried everything he had in his arsenal to get you to look at him. He sent Shadows to dance around your fingers and hair, you'd waved them off and curled more into Cassian. You felt the General shake his head at his brother who sighed, stood up, kissed your forehead and left, shrouded by more shadows than you'd ever seen him covered in. You were thankful that Rhys had the sense to leave you be. No, you weren't sure how long you'd sat there, but you woke up the next day in your bed, eyes sore and shadows fluttering nearby.

It was days before you acknowledged Azriel again, weeks before you spoke words to him and only then you gave basic one word answers and only spoke when spoken too but there was an ever present shadow following you. All too soon the remaining Archeron sisters came tumbling out of the Cauldron, Cassian's wings were shredded and Azriel was bleeding out, he hadn't wanted you there, was insistent on it. "It's too dangerous!" He'd said and you'd scoffed at him, still so angry with him. Why you'd felt so betrayed by his silence about Rhys and Feyre. The latter had accepted the bond with great joy, you were happy for them, you could see how well they worked. You felt sick to your stomach looking down at Azriel, not daring to move towards him. It was Feyre who saved you all. She broke the bond with Rhys and fell back into Tamlin's arms. Rhys roared in pain, a sound you'd never heard him make and you flinched as Mor grabbed you. She winnowed over to Feyre's sisters. Ripping Elain away from Lucien. You grabbed Nesta, who Cassian had been desperately trying to reach since she'd been dragged into the throne room in her night dress. Mor winnowed again, back to safety. Back to the place that no longer felt like a home to you.

War was coming. Tamlin in his heartbreak had allowed Hyburns forces to enter Prythian via Spring. Feyre had destroyed him and his court from the inside, a move you did not agree with and she had returned with Lucien as High Lady of the Night Court, another move you didn't agree with, she was, after all, a child compared to the rest of you. A child with far too much power. A meeting had been arranged with all the High Lords. They would meet at the palace in the Dawn Court. It was there you'd first seen him. Tall, pale, arrogant, freckles across his face that looked like constellations. He'd caught you staring at him and smirked at you. His amber eyes met yours and you felt a tiny spark of something in your chest as a small gasp escaped from your mouth. He continued to watch you as Mor bounced up to your side and glared at him. "That's Eris." She spoke lowly into your ear and in solidarity with your friend, your curious look turned into a glare as well. As she dragged you away you wondered if he had the same gift as Rhys as you swore you could hear his low chuckle in your head. It was the best sound you'd ever heard.

To say the meeting was a shitshow was putting it lightly. Tamlin showed up and blamed Feyre for the invasion of the Spring Court and the subsequent attack on Summer. Rhys tried to persuade everyone he was a good guy all along and then silenced Tamlin from speaking. Eris made some comments about Mor and Azriel truly lost his shit. It was you who pulled him off of the Autumn Heir. Feyre pulled rank and asked Azriel to sit with her and the chaos continued as Beron ordered his son out of the room to clean himself up. You don't know why you did it. You don't know what in the cauldron possessed you to wait five minutes and follow Eris out of the room, but you did. You could heal, that was your thing and Rhys said you needed allies. That's what you were doing. Making allies. That's what you were convincing yourself of as you sought him out. You weren't even sure how you knew where he'd gone but somehow, you did.

You found him sitting on a stone bench in one of the gardens. Picking the petals off of a rose he'd picked from one of the many bushes that surrounded him. You hid behind one as you watched him, watched his nimble fingers pull off petal after petal. Watched them catch fire and burn as they fell to the ground. Watched him run and hand down his face and then wince in pain. "You know I know you're there right?" He asked, looking straight at the bush you were hiding behind.

You cleared your throat, straightened your dress, held your head high as Rhys had always taught you to do and walked towards him. His eyes took you in, roaming you up and down. "Azriel must be getting really sloppy at training his spies, you weren't quiet at all." You bristled at his comment. "I'm not a spy and you shouldn't bait him." He rolled his eyes. "But it's so fun getting under the Shadowsinger's skin." You rolled your eyes this time. "So you like getting your ass kicked then?" He crossed his arms and winced as he did so. "He just got lucky." You laughed. "Uh huh, sure he did." His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. "If you're not a spy, why are you spying on me?" You huffed. "I wasn't spying on you, I can heal, I'm a good healer, I just thought I'd offer to help but then I found you and all the stories I've been told caught up with me and I hesitated." He uncrossed his arms but his eyes narrowed more and his brow furrowed. "Ah I see, the villainous Eris Vanserra, at your service."

You sighed and sat next to him. "I tend to like to form my own opinions, thank you. People aren't always what they seem." He froze, his face morphed into shock and then back to suspicious all within the space of about 3 seconds. "You'd be the first." He muttered as he picked another rose and began picking and burning the petals. "No healer can be that good, I'll heal well enough." You stood from the bench and kneeled at the pile of burnt petals at his feet. You hovered your hands over them and he watched, eyebrows raised as a soft golden glow emitted from your palms. He watched in awe as the petal reformed and you picked it up and handed it to him, retaking your place next to him on the bench. "I'm that good." You smirked. "Modest too." He said as he smirked right back.

The two of you fell into easy conversation for the next few minutes before you broached the subject again. "So will you let me?" He raised an eyebrow at you. "Let you what?" He smirked. "Heal you?" His smirk turned into a small smile. "You really don't have to do that, I'll heal on my own." You gave him a proper smile. "I want to." He hesitated. "I don't even have to touch you, it'll be super quick and it won't hurt-" he cut you off. "Okay, okay." You beamed and held your hands up to his face, without touching him. He watched with awe again as your palms turned golden. He could feel the skin on his face stitching back together. Your palms moved down, hovering over his chest. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" You froze at the sound of Azriel's voice and Eris watched your eyes widen. You turned to face the Shadowsinger. "I was helping." Azriel's eyes flashed. "You don't help him." Your eyes narrowed at him. "That's not your choice to make." You could feel the smirk Eris undoubtedly had on his face. "Get inside Y/N." You crossed your arms. "Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?" A throat cleared behind Eris. "Someone who's doing as his High Lord's orders." Eris watched your spine straighten. "Inside, Y/N. Now." Rhys said, leaving no room for argument. You looked at Eris one last time. "Goodbye." You murmured and you turned to walk past Azriel. Eris grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him. "It was lovely to meet you, Y/N. I hope to see you again soon." He said as he slipped something into your hand and he kissed your knuckles. "Unlikely." Azriel spat at the Autumn Lordling and followed you inside.

As soon as you were alone in your room, you opened your palm to find the rose you had healed for him. You quickly stowed it away in your trunk as Azriel walked through the door. "You don't knock now?" You asked him as you crossed your arms. "What the hell was that about?" He mimicked your stance and you could tell he was fighting his temper. "I was healing him after you beat the shit out of him? Is that not why we're here? For alliances?" He ran a frustrated hand down his face. "You don't go near him, Y/N, you know what he did to Mor." You scoffed at him. "I'm a big girl, Azriel, you can't tell me what to do!" Shadows flared and skitted about the room. "I'm trying to keep you safe! I don't want the same thing to happen to you! He's not a good male!" "We need him, Azriel! We need Autumn!" Power crackled in the room and darkness snuffed out all the light. "Leave, Azriel." Rhysands smooth commanding voice filled the room. The Shadowsinger huffed but obeyed.

"Here to scold me like a child too?" You asked Rhys as soon as Azriel was out the door. "What's going on with you lately?" Rhys asked, taking a seat in one of the armchairs by the fire and crossing one long leg over the other. "Nothing." He let out a bitter laugh. "Don't lie to me." You sat opposite him. "I'm not." You cringed as you felt the talons of his power scraping across your mind. "Get out of my head Rhys." He sighed, uncrossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees. "Then tell me what's going on? Your snappy, distant and today you went after Eris!" You huffed. "We're here for alliances! I offered my help!" He scoffed. "Looked more friendly than that if you ask me!" You rolled your eyes. "It was nothing, I offered to help him heal, that's all!" You were almost shouting at him as your hand rubbed at your chest where a warmth had settled since you'd left Eris in the garden. Rhys stood. "Don't come crying to me when you get hurt." He snapped as he left the room.

You paced the length of the room a couple of times, frustration filling you and angry tears filled your eyes. Why had you gone after Eris? How did you know exactly where he was? What was this warm feeling that hadn't left your chest? You did the only thing that seemed logical and threw yourself on your bed and cried. You weren't sure when you'd fallen asleep but when you woke it was dark and the palace was quiet. You rolled over and spotted a note on your bedside table. Curiosity over took you and you pulled it open.

Dear Y/N,

I hope you didn't get in too much trouble for helping me. Your friends are not particularly fond of me for things that happened many years ago that haven't ever been properly explained.

I thank you for your time and your gentle words. No one has been that kind to me for a very long time. Please know if you ever need me, all you need to do is write. Just think of me and the note will come to me. Don't let life in the Night Court snuff you out. There's a whole world out there Y/N. Explore it.

I would very much like to see you again before you leave tomorrow, before war takes over again. I'll be in the garden. I hope to see you.

Sincerely,

Eris.

You didn't think twice as you sprung out of bed, shoved your slippers on your feet and took off out of your room towards the gardens. You were praying you weren't too late as you cleared the front door and rounded the corner to the rose garden where you found him earlier. Your heart sank as you took in the empty garden. You'd missed him. He wasn't here. You sighed and sunk down on the bench.

"Looking for someone?"

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charmedreincarnation · 2 years ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/715801428071972864/hey-maya-what-are-your-thoughts-on-the?source=share

Not this anon but wait that means I can manifest a certain afterlife? Like there isn't one destined afterlife but it can be whatever we want it to be?

I wish there was a voice audio setting because I would tell you guys so many stories! but anyways I’ll tell you guys about a specific occurrence that happened when I was around 13/16 that changed my perspective on everything.

Basically I used to go to church often . My family is pretty religious, and at the time, I wasn’t even really religious, but I still followed Christianity. I had gotten into manifesting but I still believed in god pretty avidly (and still do just not in a religious way) so I didn’t mind going.

Anyways there was this super religious girl who I would talk to everytime I went. guys I mean she was giving cult. Cross tattoos, Bible reading club everyday, and she could read the Bible word for word backwards probably! I don’t really like super avidly religious people who make their entire life abt god and every conversation abt it, but idk for her I could tolerate it. She was super sweet and her passion was admirable.

I remember she stopped coming to church and I knew something was wrong because this girl would rather die than miss service. Turns out she was in an accident and was probably going to die, so we held a huge fundraiser for her family. At the time I didn’t know what happened to her because no one talked about it after the fundraiser and I didn’t have her phone number so I just assumed she died.

Then when I was 16, so atp pretty into manifesting and not into church anymore I saw her at a tarot shop.. that she owned. Now it’s a general consensus astrology, tarots and stuff is against Christianity. (not that I cared regardless I still was into that shit) but The Sarah (fake name) I knew Would never step foot into what she called a “devil worshipping temple”

But it was definitely her and she looked so different. She used to have long brown hair, wore traditional clothing, would never show skin etc. this girl had a pixie cut with black hair, so many tattoos of sigils and zodiac stuff on her body, so many piercings, and was wearing booty shorts!! I almost didn’t recognize her but she said hi to me and I was in shock. This bitch owns a crystal shop.. Holy Sarah owns a crystal shop!! atp I believed the rapture was about to start bc what the hell

Anyways I asked her how she was and what happened, because I assumed she was dead. And she said she was. She had been officially dead for 5 straight seconds, but was “brought” back with those machines. I told her she looks good but why the change in lifestyle. she said when she died, she was in a black space of nothing but still had thoughts. She didn’t see Jesus or the purgatory or whatever, all she had was herself. She was crying to herself in this void like space as she knew it was the end, and the atheists were right. We become nothing when we die. Then she just wished to come back, and she said she would do anything to come back, and then she did. She awoke again and when she did she got into spirituality and it changed her life.

16 year old me at this point was pretty deep into my spiritual research and she basically confirmed what I had believed since I was 8. We choose what happenes when we die and we can do the same for our life on earth. I pretty much talked to her for hours, until I had to go because my mom doesn’t want me in those “weird” shops either. Anyways I assume the “space” she was in was the void state, but I didn’t know what that was until the end of 2021 ofc so I couldn’t make the connection at the time.

But I mean it makes sense. we have free will, so if we can decide every aspect of our life while alive, why would that change at death. death isn’t the end, just a beginning of whatever new chapter you want or believe it to be. Just my belief ofc :) you’re inclined to believe whatever !

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #manifesting #reality shifting #law of attraction #self concept #void success

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crazystargirl · 1 year ago

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pairing ☆ - ethan landry x reader

word count ☆ - 0.7k !

a/n ☆ - my sister chose the song for this one and it took forever to come up with an idea for it but finally figured it out, plz send ideas for the songs tho bc i literally have no clue what i'm doing more than half the time 💀

"i don't really know why you went there"

your roommate, anika, had dragged you to some lame frat party since her friends were going and she saw you moping around in the dorm

you were only really close to her and ethan who was in your econ class

you made a beeline towards ethan after a bit since anika left you to go hang out with her girlfriend which you didn't mind since you didn't expect her to stay with you the whole time

you see ethan standing with chad who was probably trying to get ethan to go and date someone

"hey ethan!" you say, coming over to the boys

ethan sees you stumble and a bit and holds onto your waist to make sure you don't fall over

"hey y/n" chad looks at ethan with a shocked expression since he knew ethan wasn't the type to just touch a girl randomly

after a while, chad had ran off, probably to find himself someone while you and ethan were sitting on a chair together, you on the chair and him on the arm of it

you see him check a text and look annoyed, quickly wiping the expression off his face when he sees you staring

"what happened?" you ask looking up at ethan, somewhat drunk at this point

"nothing…i have to go now, go home with anika ok?" ethan says, getting up and giving you a hug and leaving quickly

you're confused since you didn't know where ethan went and why he went alone since he usually always left with a party with the friend group or chad

"i kinda don't care, you wanna kill me"

you decided to go home about 10 minutes after ethan left, quickly letting anika know so she wouldn't worry

you didn't really care at this point why ethan had left early and were more concerned about getting home quickly

unknown to you, ethan was watching you walk home, didn't you know not to walk alone while intoxicated?

as much as he wanted to go over there and walk you home, that wouldn't match his personality right now

he was in his ghostface costume and had quickly fled the alley he was in after killing a group of kids there

he did feel the urge to kill someone else tonight and you certainly were playing the part of a victim right now but he couldn't bring himself to do it since he would ruin the plan

"you wanna hurt me"

after that night, ethan had been brainstorming different ways to kill the victims and unfortunately whenever he thought of a victim, you were always the first person who came to mind

sweet little y/n was just so vulnerable that night and would've probably been the perfect victim to kill if he didn't love you so damn much

his dad had told him not to get attached to anyone and when quinn had found out he was somewhat obsessed with y/n, saying she was shocked was an understatement

quinn knew ethan loved her and was chill with it since y/n was going to have to die eventually but she never expected her dorky nerdy brother wanting to hurt y/n so badly

honestly ethan knew his ideas were fucked up but wouldn't it be fun to have someone to just hurt? and then after he could take care of her wounds and cuddle with her

ethan had tried to convince his dad before to let him keep y/n but he said no everytime. wayne knew of ethan's attachment and once he found out he immediately told quinn that she would be the one to kill y/n because god knows what ethan would do

"stop bein' flirty"

ethan often flirted with you in order to get your attention but you seemed oblivious to his attempts until Tara pointed it out to you

ever since she told you, you would always get flustered whenever he flirted or sent you a sweet text

"it's kinda workin'"

more and more everyday, you fell for ethan landry's flirty remarks

mindy had told you to be careful around since he seemed like the person most likely to be ghostface

you didn't really listen to her, brushing off her remarks everytime as just her suspicions nature

and poor you, quinn knew that you were falling for her psycho brother and there was absolutely nothing she could do. she knew that you'd have to go eventually but she didn't think ethan torturing you before your death would do any good

after all she was still your best friend

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#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry angst #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion fluff #jack champion x y/n #jack champion angst

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fan-goddess · 1 year ago

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For your kinktober requests, I just think that Ettore + breeding… 🙂

Authors note: I see exactly what you mean! Though I’ve gone more canon Ettore with this as a test, and I sort of am satisfied? I kinda went less breeding than I wanted cause I went with reader POV rather than Ettore who trust me is a lot more vocal in his head than in person. Still, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: P in v sex, breeding kink, SA content, very dubious consent, dirty talk, tread lightly with this big warning bellow (if I miss anything important you think I should add let me know)

Taglist: @arcielee, @sylasthegrim, @sofiyathecunt , @marvelgirl123, @blue-serendipity, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @mochi-rose, @omgbrcat,

THIS IS A DARKER FIC THAN THE ONES I USUALLY WRITE, SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION BEFORE YOU READ

The ship was lonely as hell, but that fact was nothing you hadn’t already figured out before.

Relationships were strictly forbidden, by the orders of Dr Dibs. The woman said it was due to the fact it’s interfere too much with her research. Although, it also could’ve easily been due to the fact she’s just a psychotic cunt who wants everyone to be as miserable as she is. Anyone with eyes could see that she herself was making eyes at one of the men named Monte. Yet no matter how many times he seemed to deter himself away from her, the bitch never seemed to take away the idea of no as an option.

Though it seemed Dibs wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand the whole no relationships of any kind business.

There was also Ettore.

Ettore, whatever his last name was, was to put it simply, a perverted creep. His eyes would rake over your body everytime you entered the same room as him, and he’d always have this smug smirk as his face whenever you caught him.

What was worse however than hating it, was actually thinking about his smug face in the box whenever you got the urge to. Thinking about him smirking in the skin of your neck as you bounced on his cock, made your skin flush in embarrassment and your mind reel in lust.

You were content though. Living in the sweet ignorant bliss of your thoughts practically everyday. Until one afternoon, that bubble of ignorant bliss was popped by none other than Ettore himself.

It was an unknown day as you were leaving the box. The outside was always dark. For all you knew you could’ve been awake at 2AM and going to bed at midday. Yet still, you already knew you’d never forget this day, no matter the darkness.

“Going somewhere?” The sudden noise made you jump in shock as you grip you chest in fear. Yet when you turn around to accuse whoever scared you, the words die on your tongue as you made eye contact with those same predatory eyes you recognised all too well. Ettore.

“Just, just to the games room.” You stutter. It’s not a complete lie. You needed something to distract you from the horrors of a life you’ve lead yourself to live. Who knows… maybe a beaten up rubix cube could fix that need…

“Hm…” You hate how your body somehow has a physically reaction to that noise. The heated flush you can feel in your cheeks makes you feel almost coy for the first ever since you were forced on the hell like ship.

“Well, that doesn’t sound right. Though what’s good for me, as I think you’re lying right now…” His voice feels like it’s dripping with venom, and his eyes hold the same glint predators have when they successfully manage to trap their prey.

You try to move past him, to get to the ladder to escape this version of hell. Yet as soon as you get close enough to him, his hands grab at the skin of your arm and push you to the steel walls of the room, his face so close to yours that you could practically feel his warm breath on your face.

“What the-“

“You were moaning my name in the box princess…” As he said this, the single hand that he wasn’t using to subdue you was being used to practically fondle your body firmly and without regret. When he gets to the swell of your breasts, a sharp hiss is released when his fingers roughly tug on your chest through your thin shirt. “Needy cocktease…” He groans as he gropes you.

“Please stop…” You whisper, your heart racing like a fish caught in a corner by a shark.

“No. I don’t think I will. Needy cockteases always want it in the end…” He doesn’t stop to ask if you want this as he pulls down your trousers and pants in one rough tug, and when you try to turn your head away and get some leverage to run, a hand of his rough grabs at the skin of your throat and squeezes carelessly in a warning manner.

He doesn’t seem to care when you begin to gasp and cough from the lack of air. If anything, it seems to make the bulge that pokes into the skin of your leg harder.

“I’m going to fuck you now. And when I cum, I’m going to do it deep inside of you so it takes root. And when that fucking bitch of a doctor looks at you, it’ll be too late for her to stop it. When I’m done with you, you’re going to be fucking dripping of me, and you’re going to take it like a good whore.”

His words make the hair on your neck crawl from a mixture of horror, disgust, and self-loathing at the fact a part of you is enjoying this treatment. It’s that same part of you can’t stop yourself from nodding in agreement at his words.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him when he brings down his own loose shorts, nor can you bring yourself to give him the satisfaction of a reaction when he thrusts himself inside of you.

Yet even so, a sharp hiss you can’t stop yourself from releasing is let out into the skin of his neck when he practically begins to fuck you.

His murmurs are illegible, and yet still they somehow sound so loud. You don’t even have to actually listen to know what he’s saying. His words from earlier and his body language says it all.

His hands focus no more on subduing you, to your relief, now that you’ve practically gone limp in his arms. Instead, they grip so hard on your hips you already know they’ll leave visible bruises no later than tomorrow morning.

No preparation was really needed given the fact you were fucking yourself on a fake cock not even half an hour ago. Yet even still, it’s a strange sort of thrill you feel when you realise your body accepts him. That even though your brain is screaming at you to tell him to stop his assault, your body is clinging tighter with a degree of roughness you never knew you had.

“Ettore please” You have no idea what it is your begging for at this point. Your brains too far gone to tell if this has become a cry for help or a cry for more. Either way, Ettore listens with a selective ear.

His cock slams inside of you harder, and the grip he has on your hips somehow tightens as his hand manoeuvres to press at your lower stomach, where you can practically feel his cock hitting your sweet spot with a wanton cry.

You can feel the fiery hot feeling of pleasure trickling down your spine, and when you try to tell Ettore you’re close, all you the noise you can make is a pathetic whine.

“Aw… is my little whore drunk on my cock already? Are you gonna cum is that it? Is that why you’re mewling on my cock like a kitten? Well good for you kitten, cause the feeling of your tight cunt is gonna make me cum. And I know exactly where I’m gonna do it… stuff all of it in you till your dripping.”

Your brain finally kicks in as you beg for him to stop. To give you mercy. But all he replies with is a devilish smirk and a sharp slap to your confined tits as you cry out.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do…” He says with a dark glare.

When you cum on his cock, a strangled noise you didn’t even realise came from you is released for all to hear. Yet it’s released time and time again as Ettore continues to use you for his pleasure.

Your whimpers louden as your nerves practically catch alight with pleasure. Your whole body feels as though it is on fire as it burns with overstimulation, and yet when it is quenched by another orgasm, you almost wish for it to be let alight again.

With a groan though, you can feel Ettores body stiffen as he cums inside of you, and his hand pushing almost painfully on your womb. As if to try and feel where his seed fills you to the brim.

When he eventually releases your body from his hold though, the exhaustion hits you suddenly, and you slump against the wall to not fall to the floor.

You watch Ettore in silence as he puts his softening cock back inside of his shorts, before barely looking at your still half naked body.

“I’ll see you soon. Can’t let you go unfilled for too long…” He smirks, before walking and climbing up the ladder, leaving you all alone.

You continue to stand there in silence, and a shudder of a breath you didn’t realise you were holding escapes you as his spent leaks from your cunt down your thighs.

You place one of your hands where he held you so intently, and you find you can still feel the warmth of your where his touch lingered on your skin.

Maybe that is what it’ll be like now with your new found relationship with Ettore? A constant state of burning…

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solar-sparky · 1 year ago

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Could you tell us more about your agent 24 (if you do agent 24) if you would be so kind 👉👈?

Rubs my hands together with malicious intent

Okay so! Let's talk about Char (Charlie/Agent 3) and Al (Allen/Phyto/Agent8) these two goobers :)

(They/Them and He/She respectively)

A bit of background for each:

Char experienced something in the past that caused them to be way more solitary, not completely cold-shoulder, and struggle with "I cant save/help anyone.". They join the Splatoon to help Cuttlefish, since the whole mission goes well and they defeat Octavio, it gives them a boost in confidence, not a lot and they are relatively quiet about it. They finally felt useful for once.

Al (Phyto at the time) isnt a soldier, she is a mechanic. While not strictly working with the government/military, she is called in to work for them pretty regularly for stuff like weapon and tech repairs. Another job he does is Zapfish care, pretty self explanatory, he does weekly checks with the zapfish.

The first time these two interact is during the Splatoon 1 storymode. Al only recently started hearing rumors about an inkling running around and taking the zapfish, at first he brushes it off. It's not until she goes to do her zapfish checks does she find out that it is in fact true and she runs into 3. Al does try to defend the bulb where the zapfish is, but not being as skilled in combat as 3, he does not come out victorious and the zapfish is taken away.

After that, everytime that Al goes to check on the fish, all the bulbs are shattered and empty. (Except for one that she finds, that's where her funny looking little zapfish comes from. Its name is 1202.)

Fast forward to the arc of OE.

Al had been planning to leave the domes for a while (about 2 years) and finally she had a plan; take the abandoned underground train tracks that Al discovered a while ago far enough. (how the gang end up in the deepsea metro is never explained so we're going with this.) Unfortunately for them this is the area 3 and Cuttlefish are surveying/exploring and that also leads into the deep sea. They dont get into a fight (Per Al's signal) and instead they somewhat travel together until they reach kamabo co.'s territory where in then security gets them.

Cuttlefish and 3 aren't deemed useful/worthy so they are just taken to one of the abandoned platform stations, Al on the other hand is taken to be sanitized. The process begins but near completion, it is interrupted by 3 taking an unconscious, nearing death Al and hauling him back to the safe spot is with Cuttlefish and 1202.

I have a bunch of headcanons for how this primordial ooze works but to put it simply, since the sanitization process was not complete for Al, it leaves her in very critical condition. Getting back to Cuttlefish now, Al is basically gone, no response from him, no breathing, no pluse, no nothing and his digits are going white (if you dont know, when inkfish die, they turn completely white/translucent. I like to also think that Splatoon inkfish, after a short amount of time after death, dry up and flake away.). Cuttlefish and 3 cant really be carrying a body around for, multiple reasons and make the decision to leave Al there, off to the side and covered. However, Al's zapfish protests and squirms out of Cuttlefishs hold and rushes over to Al thinking Al is just sleeping. Normally 1202 would wake Al up by jumping on him or tugging at him, and if all else doesn't work, even if 1202 can produce little electricity if any at all, it would shock Al. After a few tries, the shocking works and Al is back, however now about 90% sanitized; having no memories except for only remembering 1202, which he then proceeds to carry around everywhere. It is worth to note that Al cannot speak during the OE arc, and he communicates through different means.

Instead of being who knows where in the canon storymode, Char actually stays with Cuttlefish and Al on the train up until 3/4 of the way through where Cuttlefish tasks them with finding an alternative route incase Al's mission and the telephones promise dont work.

A bunch of stuff happens on the train like;

- Char, while technically saving Al, feels really guilty for her state

- Being sanitized, Al does not experience pain and pair that with her inexperience, leads to her being pretty careless when doing tests and comes back the the train with injuries almost everytime. Char starts to get a little worried, even though the wounds heal very fast. They proceed to start pulling Al off to the side after stations and bandaging her up.

- With the mem cakes, Al does recover their memories. He tries to explain to Cuttlefish, Char and sometimes Isopadre by using the mem cakes, the best way I can describe it is like Al playing with the mem cakes like toys to tell a story.

- Al had 2 friends down in the domes, Aurora (Octoling soldier) and Skip (a failed DJ Octavio clone; Octotrooper)

I dont have a design for Aurora but I do for Skip!

Continuing on, Al has mem cakes of these two friends of his and when Char heads out to proceed to find a different route, he gives the mem cakes over to Char. Why? Just incase, Al knows they may have gone looking for him (this does turn out to be true).

Anyways, skipping ahead (I'm skipping Char's mindcontrol phase cause there is some stuff from that chapter that havent shared and want to keep for myself for a little while longer :)) after the defeat of the NILS statue, Al almost dies again from overexertion, both her and Char do go to the hospital. Char is omitted from the hospital sooner than Al due to Al's critical condition and it is atleast a month or so later that Al is finally sent home.

I'm waiting to see what the deal is with side order before I commit to splat3 storystuff with Al but that's the mostly full story!

Some little fun facts

- Sometimes on outings, Al likes to bring along Finch (Agent 4) because he finds them silly. Char is completely okay because Finch kinda just does his own thing.

- Al is decently clingy to Char.

- Both being Aroace (as with most of my characters) their relationship is funny in the way that while they call eachother partner, they are sorta in a way like "oh but we aren't like that, just really good friends." Which in a way that's literally what they are but they dont know the right word it for a very long time.

- Allen has more energy when compared to Char.

Anyways that's it for now :)

#splatoon #solarsparkyasks #splatoon agent 3 #splatoon agent 8 #splatoon oc #agent 3 (Char)#agent 8 (Allen)#agent 24

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cloudymistedskies · 9 months ago

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MARIMUI INFODUMP 💜🩵

💜 Mari has never smiled back at anyone besides her sister before, but Muichiro changed that as she smiled back at him a few days after meeting him. His kindness was just too much for her not to feel giddy.

🩵 Between who fell first and who fell harder… Both answers go to Muichiro. He fell for Mari after seeing her smile for the first time ever, and everything she did was just… enchanting to him. And then Muichiro fell harder for her after his memories returned. He noticed that she was still the same (or almost the same)… Just happier and more open. That smile of hers was just so contagious to him and his heart throbs every little gesture she does, especially directed to him. He couldn’t help but fall harder.

💜 Mari believed her feelings for him disappeared after he lost his memories and became a whole different person, hence why she was oblivious to her own feelings until his memories returned.

🩵 Muichiro is usually a guy that focuses on logic mainly. He doesn’t see importance in focusing with emotions or such. But with Mari, even unintentionally, he becomes different around her. He sometimes felt like his emotions get in the way everytime her presence is there. He feels his heart rate increasing everytime, and he doesn’t know why. He feels iffy everytime she spends time with another guy or becomes affectionate with her cousins/sister, but he always excused it with her needing to focus on training more. He was also quite oblivious to his own feelings until his memories returned.

🩵 Post-memory Muichiro would also realize Mari returns the same feelings as well, and while it does make him happy and relieved she likes him back, he doesn’t say anything. He knows the risk of being a hashira and especially with the upcoming war, he could likely die so he never directly admitted as well.

🩵 Muichiro was already pretty affectionate prior, but after his memories returned, it was like a total switch as he became more physically affectionate with her the same as when they were younger. Mari was flustered about this, of course.

💜 When Amane told the hashiras about the curse of the mark, Mari was really shocked and upset. She didn’t try to show it, though. It also made her feel less confident in confessing her love to Muichiro. This also caused Mari not to speak to Muichiro for a day or two.

🩵 I also like to believe that even though Muichiro seemed calm, he was also upset as he wouldn’t be able to live a fulfilling life with Mari.

💜 Mari was in the swordsmith village the same time as Muichiro. She arrived a day prior and she also left the day before the uppermoons showed up. During her time there, she and Muichiro spent their time together. Since Mari’s sword was broken, she could only watch him train, to which she’s disappointed. Apart from training, they spent time exploring the village, forest and even went to the hotsprings together to recover their bodies.

💜🩵 While in the hotsprings, Mari was nervous as she thought the water was deep, so Muichiro tested it out and assured her it wasn’t that deep. He didn’t understand why she was nervous about it…

🩵 Despite Muichiro’s not-so-good memory, he remembers Mari’s favorite food is croquettes… Mainly because Mari rambles on about it so much, especially about her sister’s cooking…

💜 Mari has a habit of getting distracted, but while it has gotten better, she still gets distracted so whenever Muichiro and her are in a joint mission together, he makes sure Mari stays focused (Even though her crow does that job…)

🩵 Muichiro keeps every gift Mari gives him. Even the ones he believes won’t have any use. Sometimes, he even holds one of them, looking at every detail and cherishing it.

💜 Mari loves showcasing and infodumping about bugs/insects to him since he’s the only one who doesn’t showcase any fear/disgust towards it.

🩵💜 Their favorite thing to do when they’re bored is to either fold origamis together or cloudgaze.

💜 Mari brings bandages around her at all times, so whenever Muichiro gets hurt, she always patches it up for him. She always kisses the bandage afterwards, which was just a habit she picked up from her sister. She was oblivious to the fact that gesture fluttered his heart.

🩵 Muichiro loves kissing Mari. He loves her lips especially but he loves kissing her in general.

🩵 In an AU where they both lived after the finale battle, Muichiro would kiss her scars since she’s often insecure about it, especially since she can’t cover them up. He assures her that she’s still pretty and the scars don’t ruin it at all.

💜 Mari became a total shut in after her sister’s death, and also quite hysterical. Even though it was tough, Muichiro made sure to be there for her no matter what. Also promising her that he’ll make her smile again one way or another.

🩵💜 After Mari became better (mentally), they both got engaged and married. Even having twin sons and a younger daughter.

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS REGARDING MARIMUI (or Mari) PELASE PLEASE ASK THEMM I BEG OF YOUUUUUUU <33

Tagging the MariMui fans ever: @larz-barz @kimetsu-chan @thewinterpillarhashira @bunskero @silliestsakura @ta-ni-ya @your-local-demon-slayer-nerd @tinyperson00

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