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World-building in Building Thunder #3 - Dirty Battle Tactics Brackenbird of ThunderClan displays a blade crafted from the sharpened antler tine of a red deer.
A clean fight involves two cats facing off, just claws and teeth and whatever training they can remember; this is the battle honored by lake Clan culture. Unfortunately, it is not always respected. The tactics listed below are considered generally dirty, but regarded differently between individuals - theyâre only considered during times of war or unusual hostility between Clans.
Thornpelt Armor - Practice of tying thorns (traditionally blackthorn) into a long-haired catâs pelt, for the purpose of damaging attackers. - Can be effective, but may pose a threat to the wearer if done improperly.
Diseased Claws - Act of dousing the forepaws in dirty water or rotten prey before a battle, the idea being that any injuries dealt are more likely to get infected.
Lack of Mercy - Refusing to let an enemy warrior flee and continuing the battle until theyâre physically unable to fight back. - Considered by some to be a breach of the Warrior Code, given that this style of fighting is much more likely to result in fatal casualties.
Dog-piling - Act of many warriors facing down one opponent and overwhelming them with sheer numbers; can also refer to two or more warriors fighting an apprentice at the same time. - Considered unfair to the enemy and unnecessarily violent.
Weaponry - Bringing any sort of prepared weapon to a fight is considered both dishonorably cruel and a bit cowardly (what sort of warrior needs a sharp stick to win their battles?) - Prepared weaponry refers to anything crafted by a cat - sharpened sticks, antler tines, rocks, shells, etc. - Improvised weaponry (for example, a stick used in the middle of a fight and then discarded) exists in a gray area. Cats donât like it, but you might get away with it if you have the right excuse.
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Lake Nenuial (Sindarin for Lake of Twilight) during the rising sun, Evendim
Upon the banks of which both the City of AnnĂşminas and Tinnudir Keep were built. Screenshot taken by Lou in LOTRO
#when the stars align :: my lotro screenshots#*|* time will never make us forget this place *|* :: tinnudir / evendim#*|* as the sun rises above the lake | the city will always stand watch *|* :: annuminas/ evendim
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Part 2/2
By the time Stanley had realized he wasn't as alone as he believed himself to be entrapped in this ravenous abyss; he had honestly begun to suspect that he was finally starting to properly lose his mind.
In all the ceaseless miles that Stanley had journeyed during his apparent permanent residence within the dark devouring void, not once had he encountered another conscious, walking, talking being similar to himself. Every other formerly living creature that he had crossed paths with had been so... silent. Empty. Dead, in every sense of the word. It was as though the very essence of life itself had been sucked out of their bodies with a straw, their forms slowly falling apart piece by piece under the vicious gluttony of the darkness that surrounded them. They looked like they actually were supposed to be there, unmoving and comatose, unlike him.
So, when Stanley first began to encounter the twins, all of a sudden, he wasn't the only one in the dark.
When meeting the first pair of them, he found himself standing in a lake.
He hadn't even noticed the changes at first. It felt as though he had been walking for weeks on end, his body moving purely on autopilot and his aching legs leading him towards a destination only it knew. A thick fog of forgetfulness and flickering memories had descended upon his brain like a heavy blanket of numbing static as he had traveled. In this absentminded state, he hadn't even realized that the ever-present undulating, buzzing darkness surrounding him had begun to gradually shift and morph to form a horizon line; stretching into tall looming cliffsides that almost seemed to close in on him. Once the nonexistent floor beneath his soles abruptly began to ripple and warp, like the disturbed surface of a shallow puddle; only then did he finally notice his transformed environment.
The transition was seamless, almost dream-like. One moment, he was still surrounded by that filthy, overwhelming abyss; and the next, his boots were suddenly plunged deep into the cold, dark lake water.
The silence didn't leave, however. It still choked and stuffed its way into Stanley's ears to clog up his mind with thick cotton; the eerie quiet not quite matching the calm, almost serene scenery the void seemed to have abruptly transformed itself into. Like a movie with its sound cut off; leaving only the unsettling hum of the projector to fill the empty air.
It was odd. The lake was surely incredibly deep. He could obviously tell from how thin and pathetically small the shores appeared all the way from where he now unceremoniously stood in the middle of the lake. Stan could look down and see the darkness below his feet swallow what meager light that managed to break through the murky waters. The overwhelming black almost seemed to beckon him, gaping and haunting; a bottomless underwater pit of pitch black that never seemed to end.
And yet, he didn't sink. Stanley remained perfectly level, the almost ink like waters stopping just at ankle level, as though he were held up just above the surface by some invisible force. Even the writhing waves seemed small and low, as though the waters were shy to climb up his legs further than that. It was odd, so very odd.
However, it wasn't nowhere near as odd as the sight that greeted him when he finally lifted his eyes from the waters.
Stanley had crossed paths with truly unbelievable sights in this strange somewhere; from bursting, collapsing stars; to the imploding heat death of entire universes, but none of them seemed to hold the candle to what he saw then when he lifted his eyes:
Children.
Two, to be exact. Two, nearly identical looking children stood motionless before him; completely soaked through to the bone as though they had taken a plunge into the frigid water that pooled around their ankles. It was a girl and a boy, both adorned with twin expressions utterly devoid of emotion, their wide eyed stare seeming to burn holes into his thin jacket. Their drenched clothes sagged off of their scrawny frames; thin rivulets of water dirpping off of them and disturbing the glassy surface of the water at their feet. The little girl's hair had messily stuck to her face in thin sodden strands, her cheeks still full and round with youth just like the boy's. They looked young. Too young to be in a place such as this.
Oh, but their eyes; their eyes.
They burned with such anger; such injustice, brighter than any dying star or galaxies he had ever seen. Anger towards the world, to fate, to whatever cruel deity that had deemed them fit to be sent to this wretched place so prematurely. They were too young to be here; to be entrapped like he was amongst this hungry darkness. And yet, here they were, sheer denial against their own untimely deaths being the only thing keeping them awake and conscious amongst the dead and rotting. A show of juvenile defiance to nature itself so vehement even the all-consumign darkness seemed hesitant to devour them whole just yet.
It saddened him. It saddened him to know that they belonged there, that they were supposed to be there. He could see it, he could feel it; they were dead. No amount of determination could deny that universal fact.
When they spoke, Stanley could hear anger:
Stan chuckled in a futile attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere that threatened to crush him whole. "A lake monster? You kids and your imagination," he teased, hoping to somehow rid the poor kids of the haunted look that seemed to whirl in their glares. No child should have been burdened with such a knowing look; such eyes that looked like they had seen everything there was to see about the world, the horrid and the good.
Clearly, it had been the wrong thing to say, and Stanley's faux pas was rewarded with a scowl from the little boy. A world's worth of sour contempt etched into every contorted groove that his grimace seemed to dig into his much too young face. Stan suddenly felt guilt squeeze at his weary bones for having caused that.
"That's what they all said," the boy spat out, eyes shining with a sheen of wetness Stan wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with.
Stan left that first interaction with the twins with the feeling of guilt and sorrow still clining to him.
He couldn't have known, at the time. He couldn't have known that this wouldn't be anywhere near the last time that he would meet the pair. He hadn't realised just how many of them there were. After that first pair, his endless journeying within the Abyss was hardly be spent alone anymore. Countless more times, he came face to face with the exact same two young and impossibly worn faces; forced to meet one pair of beaten and bruised kids after another.
Not one pair had died the same death as another. Some had gotten lost, prey to whatever threat that had snatched them up out in the open; some had fallen from high up; some had been crushed under an incredible weight; some had burned; some eaten alive; some zombified. Some didn't even seem physically harmed at all, body perfectly intact, and yet that same faraway, distrubed look in their eyes remained.
He thought the worst ones were the ones he found alone. A little girl or a little boy, left all lonesome without their other half there. Twins, he remembered a pair of them telling him once.
Once, he had come across a town full of silent, stone statues. It was a rustic, shabby, almost nostalgic looking town- odd and strangely familiar. The sight of it had tugged at an aged memory that had long since wasted away in the back of his mind. It was serene, almost deceptively so. The sun shone; the air smelled crisp and fresh; numerous waterfalls continued to crash down from the tall cliffsides; and a soft nonexistent breeze whistled through the thicket of pine trees that blanketed the outskirts of the town. None of it seemed to match the gruesome scene of the hundred wailing statues that littered every inch of the town.
He had found the boy's statue on the other side of town, deep within the green forest and toppled over the gnarled roots of a towering tree. Like the rest of the townsfolk, he too, was frozen mid-shriek; his stone face twisted and contorted into a mock impression of a silent scream as his body lay paused in a writhing struggle. He made sure to be gentle when he carried the boy's statue over to place it beside the girl's, whose statue stood far deeper into the forest, sporting the same rictus grimace of terror as her brother's. It somehow felt wrong for them to have been so far apart from one another, even in death.
He had come to dread meeting of the twins. He hated every second he had to confront yet another pair of dead children that did not belong here, but fate had decided they did. He despised having to listen to their tales of woe as they wept about the injustice of the world, of having died young; he despised himself for being unable to do more than weep with them.
"We don't belong here, Grunkle Stan," he would listen to the little girl weep, calling him a title he didn't recognize. He never remembered if they had ever told him their name, but they all seem to know his, without a fail. "If we're dead, then what about you? What about Grunkle Ford? Mom? Dad? What about them? We can't be dead, we can't be," they would say, confusion and frustration written all over their faces. They didn't understand. They didn't understand why they had come to the darkness so early, so unfairly.
He never knew what to say, he'd never been good with words.
All he could do was kneel down to their levels and engulf them in his arms, hoping he could somehow squeeze the pain straight out of their bodies in his embrace. He hugged them, because what else could he do?
#OKAY SO YOU KNOW THAT ONE SCENE IN THE BOOK OF BILL OR SMTH WHERE THEY SHOW ALL THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE VERSION OF DIPPER AND MABEL#WHEN THEY WEREN'T AS LUCKY AS THEIR ORIGINAL COUNTERPARTS#THAT'S WHO STAN MEETS HERE#I need you people to know that I had to rewrite this whole thing like 3 times because my dumbass#was writing a whole ass fic in TUMBLR DRAFTS so obviously it kept deleting itself <3#but it was worth it for the Stan angst <3#watch how many trigger warnings I can fit in this post#tw child death#tw death#tw dead animals#tw graphic description#tw graphic violence#tw graphic#tw body horror#tw scopophobia#tw gore#TELL ME IF I GOTTA TAG MORE!!#gravity falls#gravity falls au#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle stan#dipper pines#mabel pines#pines twins#absolutely not beta read- so if there are any grammar mistakes or plot holes... shhhhhh you saw nothing...#my writing#my fic#my art
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Since my other Nether worldbuilding post was received pretty well... I'm back on my bullshit!
This time featuring zoning and biomes of the Neath: Lore below cut
Nether (noun): the formidable hellscape straddling the boundery between the Fragments of the Overworld and Death's Realms.
Derived from Beneath -> Neath -> Neth -> Nether.
The Nether is most easily accessable through outer regions of the nether, regions that are comparatively closed-off, and lacking in biodiversity compared to the Deep Nether where most Neath civilizations are centered.
The Neth is divided into three primary zones, distinguished by altitude and general climates.
The Calfactory Zone: the largest and most icon of the three, the Calfactory zone is blisteringly hot and bone-dry, it's most prominent features are its abundant seas and lakes of magma, and the massive Supermagmas atriums that are common above the magma. In the largest of these atriums, the ceiling may be so high above as to be completely invisible from the ground, obscured by an ever present smog of toxic vapor and minerals formed in the self-generated micro-climates that are generated from the rising heat of the lava that begins to cool at a higher altitude. Â
In the Basalt Deltas and other biomes around the edges of these lakes, massive pillars of rock and crystals bulwark the more-visible ceiling.Â
The most common of this zoneâs biomes is the Crimson woods, home to hearty thermal-philic fungi and plants that grow on the minerals and vapors of the lakes. Many are carnivorous in their lack of access to water or sunlight, and these forests contain many sub-biomes and ecosystems of flourishing life.Â
The Wastes are perhaps the most desolate regions of the Neath, irradiated deserts of red-rock, brimstone, and sharp sand. Even the vast majority of nether-folk avoid these deserts due to the leftover radiation that rots and destroys anything that waits too long. The only forms of life are particularly robust lichens and bacteria that are happy to sit by the pools of boiling pools of sulfur and mud and toxic sludge that dot the landscape. Growing within the rocks themselves are colonies of amorphous fungus, called geocorpus molds that get their spores into cracks in the soft netherack and slowly feed on it, a delicacy in nether cuisine.Â
The Temperate Zone: Cradled in the heights of the Neathâs atriums and sat bellow the roof is the temperate zones, the rising heat of the zone below begins to cool and forming distinct weather patterns in this zone and leaving it, while still sweltering, a cooler though much more humid climate.
The main biome are the luminescent warped-fungal rainforests that collect the high-rising minerals and odd moisture from the lakes. Liquid is actually precent here, though if itâs not safely filtered through the innards of the various plants and fungi, this water is usually aggressively corrosive, and it is best to shelter from the acidic precipitation to avoid chemical burns. The nether folk and ender local to these rainforests are suited to deal with these conditions and the ender especially do not have trouble with the extreme pH of the water here like they would in the overworld. The zone is lit almost exclusively by the biolumincense of the organisms there and have often been described as false-stars.
In the Deep Nether, the ceiling may give way, allowing one to pass onto the plateaus of the Nether Roof and the yawning void above. The bedrock of the nether roof is jagged and layered in huge slabs, sometimes broken up my mazes of pillar-like structures and shallow, thermal pools of crystal-clear liquid. The kind you don't want to touch of course. fogs may hang low to the ground, but when its clear, or above the fog, the entire universe seems to spill out into the sky. The nether roof was culturally significant and a source of much knowledge and inspiration in the early days, but I'll get more into that in a later post 0.0
The Rime Zone: Plunge deep enough and one might find themselves bellow the lava beds. Here, where the heat can't quite penetrate, the temperatures will drop rapidly to sub-zero.
Namely, the Rime Zone is made up of the soul valleys, flat steppes of cinder and clotted sand, you can imagine it almost with the blindness effect, a fog that pools by your feet, and a heavier darkness hanging from the sky, it feels massive and endless and claustrophobic all at once. Frost collects as crystals on the irradiated, soul-soaked barrens, and the bones of the massive nether wyrms lie fossilized, breaking up the landscape. The sands are also split with patches of crazing on the ground and vents of blue fire that spills out and sets the sand ablaze.
These same wryms can be found sometimes, ancient things that dig through sand and soft rocks and the magma lakes, far and few between and treated with both fear and reverence.
And in the deepest pits of the Neath are the glowing frozen lakes that are colloquially and rightfully called the Gates to Death, glowing blue from beneath their surfaces. Indeed, any further down and you pass into limbo, the edge of Death's Realms.
Extra Notes??:
Soul sand/soil is tread on carefully or not at all, is one form of remnants from the apocolyspe. Like the general radiated rubble present through the Nether, it's a fault of nuclear fallout. Unlike other areas of radiation, its also been infused with the souls of those who didn't survive the joining of worlds.
This infused quality is also precent in Nether Debris, resulting in a material that takes magic particularly well.
Iron cannot be found in dense veins and crystals like gold or quartz in the nether, but it's a pretty rich mineral a lot of netherack, giving it its ruddy coloring.
Sorry for this massive rant that no one asked for. If you have questions please feel free to send an ask, I may not have an answer yet but I'll certainly come up with one if I can.
I'm also hoping to do a pass on my headcanons about history and culture in the Nether and then we might start talking about character headcanons since this is also an actual AU.
If you read this far, here's some notes on striders and ghast
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the lake is for lovers.
â tyler owens x f!reader
premise: summer will always be your favorite, spending weeks at the lake house with the crew. drinking, good food, sneaking off with tyler, making love under the stars. what more could a girl ask for?
contents: unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise, foreplay, coming inside, alcohol consumption, oral, weed mention, fluff, tylerâs favorite pet name is baby ok fight me, heâs also thick as hell | wc: 6k+
note: this fic started out as filth on a dock, which then turned into me making a getting d at the lake playlist, which only worsened my tyler brainrot and made me write these cluster of filthy blurbs.
There were many reasons for you to love summer.Â
Picnics under a favored willow tree, ice cream shops coming out with outlandish sugary concoctions that could take down even the most rambunctious five year old. The days are longer, filled with more laughs and bonfires. Fireworksâas if that had a designated season to be let off, Boone would take on anyone who thought differently.Â
Tornado season was over, which, depending on who you asked, was not a reason to love the overheated season.
But your favorite thing about summer was by far the weeks you and the crew spent at Dexâs lake house back in Arkansas. A lake house that had gone from his retirement home when he left a shitty corporate job to a summer sanctuary for the family he found doing what he truly loved.
So every summer, all of you loaded up Tylerâs truck, the van, and the motor home and headed to the private dwelling, where you would spend the rest of the summer swimming, napping on the dock, raiding Booneâs smoke stash, and finding the nearest field to stare up at the stars.Â
Or your favorite: drinking until Tyler wrangled you into the house and into bed before you and Dani took the boat out for a joy ride, or you and Lilly had another incident of lighting said boat on fire with a miss trajectory of a firework that Boone gets scolded at for bringing out when everyone was three sheets to the wind by your wrangler.
As if he didnât love it.
As if he had not convinced you all to jump into the lake naked one night.Â
âOh no,â The man himself shook his head. Placing his hand over yours, your fingers wrapped around the head of a bottle of tequila. The cart already filled with boxes of Miller and Budweiser.
âOh yes.â Your fingers wrapped together around the bottle, pulling it halfway off the shelf before he actually used force to stop youâthat force being lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing.
Moving his body so he was standing beside you, chest to chest. Your brows raise when you try to pull the bottle again, and he squeezes your fingers harder.
âTyler.âÂ
âBaby.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âBoone wants it.â
âYeah, Boone wants it!âÂ
You both canât help laughing as you hear the man himself yelling from three shelves away.Â
âLilly wants it too!âÂ
âDonât be a pussy,â Dani yells as if there arenât other people in the store with youâTyler leaning his head back with a sigh, his mouth pulled in a smile.Â
If the shop owner wasnât used to the group of you making a pit stop at the decently sizedârundownâoff the road liquor store several times during the summer; youâre sure he would have kicked half of you out.Â
âYeah,â you say, giving him that teasing smile, turning your head to the side. Walking your free fingers up his chest. âDonât be a pussy.â You whisper, looking up at him. His smile turns into a smirk as he leans down, his lips hovering above yours.Â
âThe last time yaâll had Tequila Boone got stuck on the roof.â He is completely serious, but he says it in that voice that makes you want to melt into his hands and do whatever he wants. That stern undertone that made you want to listen and rebelâeither outcome was always one you loved.Â
You nod. âTrue, but.â Your palm flattens against his chest, moving up until your fingers play with the baby hairs at the back of his neck. âIf I recall, you werenât complaining when you were fucking me sober that night. So, if anything, I think itâs a win for all of us.âÂ
âNot for Boone.â
âNot for Boone.â You both smile before pressing your lips together, Tylerâs hand guiding the bottle into the cart, trapping you between him in the cart when his arms wrap around your middle.Â
âGlad you could see it my way.â You bite your bottom lip, your stomach fluttering, as he gives you that sweet smirk when you grab the ball cap from his head and slip it on yours. Pulling out of his arms to walk down the aisle, ânow hurry up, so we can revisit memory lane.âÂ
âYes, maâam.âÂ
The first morning youâre there is when your worst hangovers occur.Â
The first night of drinking is always the hardest you do, as if the steam of working for months wrangling and chasing storms has finally been let out. Decompressed of the pressures of having to worry about live streaming and fixing something on Tyâs truck.
It was a blessing that the nearest neighbor was at least five minutes away, with Tylerâs perfectly curated playlist blaring from the speakers that lined the aforementioned truck. Boone being louder than the aforementioned music, Dani and Lilly hollering when one of them loses whatever competitive thing theyâre doing. Dex mixing up some concoction inside the house and insisting itâll help with the hangover, even though you all know it won't, but damn, does it taste good.Â
You and Tyler occupying yourselves around the fire, his hands on your hips, holding you close to him as you sway to the music. His lips at your neck, leaving small nips and kisses along your skin until you turn around to scowl at him. His hands slipping into the back pockets of your shorts.Â
âYouâre a bad dance partner.âÂ
âYouâre even worse.â His hand wraps around yours to press to the front of his jeans, where heâs hard and straining against them. âCanât focus on my moves when my girlâs causinâ such a distraction.â
You smile up at him, running your fingers along the outline of his dick. âPoor boy. Should your girl take you upstairs and fix this little problem?â
âLittle?â His brows raise, giving you a look that makes you laugh at the amusement on his face. âNow weâre definitely going upstairs.âÂ
Youâre laughing all the way up the stairs, Tyler grinning as he talks shit the entire way up, slapping your ass until it feels red and raw through your shorts.Â
And when he has you naked and pressed to the mattress, your ass in the air, thighs coated in your own slick from him, bringing you right to the precipice of your orgasm, only to keep taking it away until you started whining and he gripped your hips and flipped you over. Pulling your hips up, his teeth biting into your ass cheek.Â
The head of his cock runs through your folds, the wet noise that comes from him separating them to press at your entrance makes you whimper.Â
When he pushes in slow, too fucking slow, your fingers dig into the quilt. Your legs shaking, your body wanting to pull away from the intrusionâno matter how stretched out you already are from his fingers and tongue, the burn from the stretch of his cock never compares to it. Always stretches you out until you feel too full, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.Â
Tyler presses a kiss at your tailbone, his cock almost fully inside of your fluttering pussy. âStill think itâs little, baby?â
And after youâre coated in sweat and your throat is hoarse and raw, your legs jelly, your pussy feeling swollen and dripping from the several orgasms Tyler fucked out of youâand the come he fucked into you; wrapping your legs around his hips so there was nowhere for either of you to go while he did so; your body is limp against his chest. His fingers running along your spine.Â
You feel completely spent and sedated, the liquor aiding in the job of lulling your body completely. But Tyler is all smiles and wide awakeâafter all these years together, you still have no idea what makes a tornado wrangler tired.Â
Heâs always raring to go, and itâs both hot and frustrating at the same time.Â
You groan when he moves your body gently off of his, making a quick trip downstairs. A glass of water in his hand seconds later, demanding you sit up and drink half, even through your protests. A hand rubbing at your back.Â
âGood girl,â he says, sweetly kissing your cheek and putting the glass on the nightstand. Heâll ask you if you want to shower because the both of you are covered in sweat and come and youâll only reply by pulling him back down in bed with your face pressed to his chest.Â
His chuckle shakes your cheek when he shuts the lamp off, pulls the quilt over your shoulders, and presses a kiss atop your head.Â
But best believe he pulls your ass into the shower when the sun rises. Your head pounding from the shots you and Lilly threw back and from the beers you drained. Tylerâs fingers are gentle as he washes your hair. Gentle as he washes your body. He presses a kiss on each of your shoulders when he washes your back.
That space between your legs still feeling swollen from last night's activities, but his fingers still find their way between them. His palm on the shower wall as he stands behind you and rubs your clit until youâre coming.Â
Teeth, lips, and tongue at the back of your neck coaching you through it, âthatâs my girl.â Heâll praise you like youâve just wrangled your own kind of storm. A storm he caused.Â
A storm that always helps your pounding headache just a little more than the eggs Dexter places on your plate when you make your way downstairs.Â
âI think Iâm goinâ sober for the restaâ the summer.â Boone groans between his palms. Palms that are stopping his drooping head from falling into his eggs.
âLillyâs making flaminâ peppers tonight.â Dani grins from the head of the table, chewing on a piece of bacon. It has the reaction you all expect, Boone picking up his head, perking up, and feigning excitement.Â
âReally?âÂ
You all laugh together, regardless of how much it hurts your temples.Â
âYouâre supposed to be soaking up the heat, not staring, Owens.âÂ
You squint from the sun as you turn your head to him, the two of you lying out on the dock. Letting the sun dry you off from your swim in the water. Something that should be relaxing.
But Tyler clearly distracted himself by staring at you.Â
âCanât I do both?â He grins, lying on his side, his head propped up by his hand.
âYouâre gonna have the worst farmer's tan.â
âWorth it for the view.â He kisses you, his finger and thumb lightly pinching your chin.Â
It doesnât take long for his kiss to progress from a sweet peck to something more as his tongue licks into your mouth. With the way his thumb circles your nipple through your swimsuit, his hand moves down your torso to the top of your bottoms, easily slipping past them.Â
âTyler,â you warn through a breath when his finger runs along your folds.Â
âWhat?â He smiles against your neck, âitâs just us.â
âDani and Dexter are literally out on the water.â
âTheyâre tryna catch dinner. Theyâre far gone.â The pad of his finger runs against your clit in a slow circle. Making you gasp, your hips chasing the touch.Â
âBoone,â you swallow. Try to be the level headed one here, âLilly.âÂ
âStore.â He says it simply. Teeth nipping at your ear, âlet me make my girl come.â His finger adds pressure to your clit, making you moan. âPlease,â he whispers against your ear.Â
And if this man made you a sane woman, youâd pull his hand away and make him take you inside. But sanity has no room around Tyler. Sanity didnât send you into a tornado with him. Didnât have you riding him in the front seat of his truck after afternoons of chasing, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.
No, being in love with Tyler Owens causes sanity to fly out the window. Made you throw caution to the wind. Made you chase that high. Made you ride it.Â
Made you want and beg for more.
His love was soft and ever consuming. A gentleness that made up for the intensity of everything else. Itâs why it was so easy for you to put your life in his hands every single day you went out into the storm. Â
Thatâs why your legs bend and open for him, and why you let his fingers fuck you on the dock where you could easily get caught. His thumb rubbing your clit, your body burning, your pussy clenching and pulling his fingers in.Â
âDonât stop, baby, donât stop.â He grunts in your ear as your hips move, fucking yourself down on his fingers when your orgasm gets closer and closer until youâre coming and his hand is in your hair, pulling your mouth to his so he can swallow your loud moan. Can hold you through the euphoric high that has your body shivering even with the sun shining down on it.Â
His fingers slip from you wet and coated with your come. His eyes never leave yours when he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean before grinning, grabbing your jaw, and sharing the fruits of his labor.Â
âHey, lovebirds,â Lilly hollers as she slams the van door. âCome help us!âÂ
"Comin',â Tyler yells back, a smirk on his face as his eyes waggle at the double meaning.Â
âYouâre ridiculous.â You laugh, pushing at his chest as you stand and walk down the dock. Arms wrap around you, making you both waddle down the rest of the way. Tyler kissing your cheek. You can still feel his hardness against your assâhardness that was just grinding itself against your hip.Â
âI love you,â he says softly.Â
âMore?âÂ
âMore than anything.âÂ
You lean your head back against his shoulder, smiling. âInfinitely.âÂ
âUnbound.âÂ
When you two step off the last wood plank of the dock, you stop, both turning your heads to kiss each other. Your hand lifts to run your fingers through the back of his hair.Â
"Oh, donât worry, we got it, yaâll!â Lilly says sarcastically from the porch.Â
You smile against Tylerâs lips. âI love you. But let's go help before she refuses to share the good snacks with us.â
âDamn right, I will!â She yells as she shakes a box of said snacks in her arms.Â
Tyler laughs and presses one last kiss on your lips before he untangles himself from you and runs over to the van.Â
âAinât no way!â
âPick up the slack!â
âIâm doinâ my best here!âÂ
You and Tyler laugh as Dani and Boone argue as you both sink the white balls into their cups. Dani scowling as she downs her drink, and Boone raises his high with a frown as he does the same.Â
When Boone misses and Dani gets one in their next turn, the way they cheer and high five warms something inside of you instead. Brings joy to the already loose buzzing that thumps through your veins from how many sips youâve had tonight. Your cheeks are heated and hurting from all the laughing youâve been doing.Â
You grab the cup, ready to down its contents but Tyler puts his hand over the top, grabbing it from you and downing it in one gulp. Sending you a wink. Whispering in your ear when he leans over the table to put the now empty cup alongside the other ones, âI want to take you somewhere.âÂ
Itâs all the explanation you need as to why he doesnât want you too far gone. You hadnât seen him drink anything tonight besides the few cups Dani and Booneâmostly Daniâlanded their ball in.Â
Some nights, he doesnât drink at all.
Some nights he makes sure everyone goes to bed with something other than booze warming your stomachsâusually a frozen pizza he always burns at the bottom, or the infamous Ty Club Sandy, as Boone has deemed to call it. Filling you up until you are on the cusp of being sober and ready for your heads to hit your pillows.Â
Tyler took his appointed mother hen role even further for the rest of the night until the aforementioned heads hit your pillows.
Sitting in the caravan with Boone for hours until he exhausted himself from talking about new ideas for the channel and one of his favorite subjects: pyrophilia.Â
Or lounging on the couch and listening to Lilly and Dani talk about ways to make Kyro better, new elements to add for better views in the sky.Â
Dexter always passes out before anyone, filling his gut and waving goodnight before disappearing down the hall.
Tyler making his way up to your bedroom after everyone had gone off to bed. Cleaning himself up and crawling under the sheets with youâhaving sent you up to bed hours ago with a pat on your ass and plans to be ready for him when he got up there, knowing full well you would fall asleep before an hour even passed. Â
His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, face pressed into the back of your neck. The two of you drifting off to sleep. You take it upon yourself to keep his plans of being ready for him when you wake him up with your mouth wrapped around his cock.Â
His hips pushing up into your mouth, languid and sporadic, until heâs fully woken up. His jaw tightens before falling open when he looks down at you and watches you circle your tongue around his tip.Â
âMorning,â youâll say with a smile and heâll groan softly. Matching your smile with a grin of his own, that look of lust and desire morphs his beautiful features into something needy.
Heâll try to speak, try to say something sweet or filthy, but the words never come out. Just heavy pants and his teeth swelling up his bottom lip as he watches youâas he throws his head back against the pillow and groans.
When you pull him out of your mouth and straddle his hips, you reach behind you to guide him through your wetness, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. Mouth twitching when you slide down on him slowly. When your own eyes flutter closed from the burning stretch.Â
You ride him slowly, leaving marks along his neck and chest from your lips and nails digging into his skin when he tries to buck his hips upâfuck you harder. Set the pace that he craves so much when you are on top of him like this. A pace he adores, from how lost you become in pleasure, from your tits bouncing in his face, to how beautiful you look taking the reins.Â
But you stop your movements each time you feel his hips move. The look he gives you is pitiful and needy.
âFuck, baby.âÂ
You smile, lean down, and kiss his chin as you start to move your hips again, just as slowly. âIâm just tryna make up for last night.â
âYouâre killinâ me.âÂ
After the two of you have wiped the floor with Boone and Dani and theyâre demanding Lilly and Dex go against them next because they know theyâll actually win this time; Tyler grabs your hand and walks you to his truck, opening the door for you to climb inside.Â
âIs it safe for you to drive?â
âWould I put you in a situation where you werenât safe?â He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it.Â
You can always tell when heâs buzzed or drunk; his cheeks get flushed and his eyes squinting more than usual when he smiles or laughs. Heâs sober.Â
When you finally get to the spot, you turn to give Tyler a look. Heâs all smiles as he drives through a field of tall grass, turning the wheel to back up his truck the rest of the way before coming to a stop once you reach a clearing that seems like nothing but marsh land.Â
Until youâve stepped out of the truck and walked around the back. Your eyes light up when you see a pond a little bigger than an EF3 filling the rest of the field.Â
The moon and stars shine off the water, painting it in the darkest blue youâve ever seen. Water lilies float along the top, with pickerelweed and cattails lining the edges. The crickets and lightning bugs add to the ambience of it all.Â
âHow did you find this?â You ask as he helps you climb up into the bed of the truck, where a blanket and pillows are already laid down.Â
âDex told me about it.âÂ
âYou sapâs.â You say with a sweet smile, pulling him down to your lips.Â
Tyler only further proves the sap allegations when he pulls out two of your favorite bags of snacks. His back leaned against the pillows, you leaning against him, his arms around you as you shared the salty and sweet treats. Your hand reaching back to feed him as you look up at the stars.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â Tyler whispers against your lips when the snacks are gone, fingers licked clean, kisses pressed to lips, the mood changing until youâre naked and under him and his hips are thrusting slowly between your thighs. âSo pretty,â he kisses you, runs his lips along your jaw, âperfect,â latch on the side of your neck, âmy girl.â His words attenuated by his thrusts.Â
His fingers are in your hair, at the back of your neck, and on your chest, playing with your nipples, squeezing a hand around them, and bringing his mouth to the pert bud. Teeth nipping at your collar bone, tongue licking between the space of your breasts, grunts against your ear. Fingers at your hip, against your clitâheâs everywhere. Consuming you. Pulling you apart, putting you together, slowly, gently, with a stroke, a touch, a kiss, a bite.Â
Fucking you like itâs the first time.Â
Fucking you like he has all the time in the world.Â
Like he wants you to feel his love with every thrust. Every praise in your ear.Â
Your fingers dig into his biceps, legs lifting and pressing against his sides, pushing him deeper inside you. Your breath heavy, your moans, sweet mewls, music to his ears.Â
âTyler,â you whimper against his shoulder.Â
His arms bracket around your head, thrusts picking up when he feels your pussy tighten around his cock. âI know, baby.â His words are breathed into your ear, heavy and weak, letting you know heâs just as close. âGonna come, you gonna take it like a good girl?â You nod, dig your nails into his back, reaching your peaks together.Â
Tyler stays on top of you even after your breaths have evened out. His thumb runs along your cheek as he looks down at you. His smile is soft and filled with love. It makes your stomach flutterâsomething that hasnât stopped since the day you met him.Â
When he finally does pull out, neither of you move to right yourselves or head back. He covers you with another blanket he pulls from somewhere behind you. Your head against his chest as you look up at the sky. Tylerâs fingers playing with yours. A peaceful silence passes between you for what feels like forever, basking in each other. Listening to the bugs and frogs around the pond.Â
âMarry me.âÂ
You chuckle softly, âyour come hasnât even dried inside me yet.â You joke. Donât think twice about it; it hadnât been the first time he had playfully asked you. Declared to the world that you would be his wife one day: in a tornado riding the high, saying he would make you his wife when you put your computer science degree to good use and ran better numbers than he could have come up with on his own. When you would have to travel home to visit family for a week and leave the crew behind, his arms squeezing you upon your return, saying the winds are dead, everything's dead when youâre not around, donât leave again, marry me.Â
So you donât chalk it up to anything but that until you feel something cold slip onto your finger. Tyler brings your hand up so the moon is shining down on it, a pretty diamond twinkling in the moonlight.Â
âMarry me.â
Your heart falling to the pit of your stomach as you rush to sit up. Your palm against your chest, your eyes wide, and staring down at your hand before whipping around to look at him. The smile on his face is to fucking die for.Â
âTyler.â
âBaby.âÂ
âAre you serious? Are you sure?âÂ
He laughs, reaches out for you, and pulls you into his lap. âIâve been sure since the day I saw you.â
âThatâs dramatic.âÂ
âAsk Boone,â he smiles. Stares down at the ring on your finger that you still have held up, âtold him five months into us datinâ that I had a ring picked out.â
You chew on your bottom lip, try to hold back the tears that pool in your eyes. âThatâs insane.âÂ
âIf you want somethinâ, you take it.âÂ
âYou already got me.â
âAnd I ainât ever letting go.â He grabs your hand, rubs his thumb against the ring on your finger. Looks at you with so much love that you think you could die from it and be just as happy as you are right now. âWill you marry me?âÂ
You donât think youâve ever wanted something more in your life.Â
âYes.â Â
âYes?â He asks as if heâs surprised, his smile and laugh filled with a childish joy and happiness. Like a child finally getting a gift he had always wished for.
âYes!âÂ
He grabs your face, kissing you. Kissing you until you are both laughing and itâs all teeth and someone's crying, and youâre not sure if itâs him or you or whoâs shaking or cheering.Â
âI love you,â he says. You can feel his heart pumping against the palm on his chest. His palms are hot against your tear stained cheeks. Thumb swiping loose droplets away.Â
âMore?âÂ
âMore than anything.âÂ
You canât even finish your little rhyme before kissing him again. Whispering that you love him back against his lips. This man was going to be your husband. This man who has completely taken over your life and swirled it upside down since the first day you saw him.Â
This man who has shown you a new world. Given you new meanings of life. Given you a love that puts storybooks to shame. Given you a family that will only grow if the two of you decide on it, but is already so perfect the way it is.Â
You couldnât imagine marrying anyone but Tyler Owens.Â
The next day, you obviously have to celebrate.Â
The entire crew cheered and rushed you when the two of you had come home, and Tyler lifted your hand to the sky like you just won something.Â
âYes!â
âThatâs what Iâm talkinâ bout!â
âThatâs ma boy!â
âBout time!â
Boone spins you, Lilly is already mapping out the perfect location for the nuptials, and Dani and Dex are hugging and clapping Tyler on the back.Â
So the next day is one big celebratory day.Â
Dex prepares a breakfast so large that you all groan and sprawl in the living room while watching movies you have all seen a dozen times, aiding in your hearty meal putting you to sleep.Â
A nice nap that has you all waking up more rested than before and spending the rest of the afternoon out on the water. Tyler and Dex grill the fish you caught when you come home.
Your legs in Tylerâs lap, all of you sedated and full, and laughing around the table afterwards until Boone comes through the screen door with two bottles in his hand: tequila and whiskey.Â
âOh no,â Lilly says, laughing against her hand.Â
âAbsolutely not.â
âYou never mix light and dark, cominâ Boone, you know this!â
"Guys, weâre celebratinâ,â Boone ignores everyoneâs protests and grabs the shot glasses he was keeping for safekeeping in his pockets, apparently. Filling them up with tequila when he asks the bride to be which she wants, a big smile on his face.Â
He slides yours and Tylerâs over to you, Tyler shaking his head with amusement written all over his face when you frown playfully and say, âHappy wife, happy life?âÂ
He sighs and pinches your legs, teasing, and grabs the shot glass. âIâm not helpinâ you off the roof this time.âÂ
Boone makes a face, and everyone clinks their glasses together, throwing back the liquor.
Itâs the first of many shots that has you hours later playing some kind of drinking game that you forget the rules of, which then leads into Boone and Tyler accusing you and Lilly of cheating. Which then leads to the four of you settling it by seeing who can shotgun a beer faster.Â
âYou got this!â Dani patâs Lilly on the shoulder like a fighter about to get into the cage.Â
Tyler smirks down at you, âyou sure âbout this, baby?âÂ
âDonât call me that. Youâre the enemy!â You put your hands on your hips and step up to him. Staring up at him in the most intimidating way you can, even though he could throw you over his shoulder easily in seconds. Your voice low enough for only him to hear you say, âwe both know Iâm really good with my mouth.âÂ
His teeth sink into his bottom lip. âWonât argue with you there.â His thumb comes up and runs against your jaw, âletâs make a bet, alright? You win, Iâll show you how good my mouth is, and if I win, you show me.âÂ
You smirk, âdeal.âÂ
Once the beers are handed out and the bottoms have been punctured, your thumb presses against the slit, and a glare shot over at Tyler. His grin never leaves his face, even when Dex and Dani yell go, and all of you are putting the bottoms of your beers in your mouths.Â
Your gaze locks on his the entire time. Your mouth almost slips when his hand comes up to hold your can to your mouth better, his fingers squeezing, making you swallow faster. Finish faster. You and Lilly cheering when you win.Â
A win that Tyler clearly aided in.Â
A win he was more than happy to give you.Â
And if you didnât love having his mouth on your pussy, you would probably fight harder against him letting you win. But itâs hard to be mad when later heâs between your thighs, fingers spreading your pussy to give him even more access to your throbbing clit.Â
Your hips guide his mouth where you want it, where you need it, and how you want his tongue to move against your clit. How you want his lips to suction against you. Tyler always listening to your body.Â
Your fingers are messing up his hair, âwhy did you let me win?âÂ
He smiles around your clit, âI think I won.â He bites your thigh before turning his attention back to the part of your body he is fucking his tongue against, eliciting whimpers and moans from your lungs. Your back arching up from the mattress.Â
Some nights are chiller than others.Â
Some nights, you give your livers a break and hangout around the fire for hours. Dex telling stories, Dani and Lilly rolling Booneâs stash into tight blunts they share amongst those who want it. Boone lying in the grass, listening intently to Dex. You sat in Tylerâs lap, his fingers running along your legs.Â
His fingers sometimes find the ring on yours, twisting it around. Making sure itâs still there. He smiles over at you and leans in for a kiss.Â
The night is filled with a lot more laughs when three out of the six of you are baked and bring out the sâmores kitâs Lilly bought for each of you.Â
âSix is a bit much.âÂ
âUh, have you seen the way Boone eats?âÂ
âSheâs got ya there.â Boone agrees as he tears into a burnt marshmallow on the stick in his hand.Â
Tyler roasts you one, holds the stick while you happily eat the melted sugar. âWant some?â You ask, his answer comes in the form of placing his mouth over yours and kissing you until your mouth parts and his tongue runs along your bottom lip and into your mouth.Â
âWhen you guys get married, will we see less of this?â
âMore probably.â
âLess. Theyâll have their own place by then.âÂ
âAh, what? We wonât all be shackinâ up together?â
âBoone, theyâll be married.â
âTheyâre basically married now!âÂ
You laugh against Tylerâs lips, âyaâll are losing your invites real fast.â He says turning towards them.Â
âWhat did I do?â Dex asks innocently around a marshmallow.Â
Some nights, it gets so hot that not even the cold from the lake can be whipped through the windows by the breeze. The trees still. The humidity heavy and sticky, making you wake up with sweat glistening on your skin.
The two fans blowing towards the bed useless.Â
âTyler.â You whine softly as you push his arm from your midsection. Canât stand to feel the warm heat of his chest pressing to your back, mixed with the humidity filling the room.Â
âBaby,â he says groggily. Putting his arm back around your waist and pulling you close again.
âYouâre going to give me heatstroke. How are you not dying?â You groan, freeing yourself from his grip long enough to remove your tank top and shorts before he grabs you again. More awake now than before.Â
âThe fans are goinâ,â he says softly into your neck.
âTheyâre useless.âÂ
He chuckles, âwant to go jump in the lake?â
âDonât tempt me.â
He hums, kisses your shoulder, doesnât care that your body is coated in a sheen of sweat as his lips move to your neck, his hand cupping your cheek. He turns your head back to his. âI can distract you,â he smirks. Hips moving against your ass, his dick hard.Â
âYouâll only make it worse,â you breathe when he bites the skin just below your ear.Â
âYa sure?â His other hand slips between the two of you, pushing your panties to the side and pulling himself from his briefs. âI donât gotta put it in, baby.â He positions his cock so itâs rubbing through your folds, his tip moving against your clit, making you moan into his mouth.Â
Ass pushing back against him, âI can make you forget all âbout the heat and focus on coming along, my cock.â When the slide of his cock becomes more slick from your pussy growing wetter, he grunts against your mouth. âSee, your body has already forgotten about it. It needs somethinâ else.â You whine, wrap your fingers around his wrist. Moan in his mouth, âwhatâs it need, baby?â The tip of his cock teases with the slightest pressure against your entrance, your body bracing, craving the stretch, only for him to take it again. âWhat do you need, baby?â
âYou,â you breathe. Look at him with hooded eyes, chin wobbling.Â
âSay it again,â he grunts.
âI need you, Tyler.â His mouth twitches when he slides inside of you, his eyes watching as your eyes close in ecstasy. Nails digging into his wrist from the stretch of his cock.Â
âItâs all yours,â he kisses you. Says your name when he lets out that shaky groan when heâs bottomed out. When your body shudders while trying to adjust. His voice a mumble against your skin when he asks you if youâre ready for him to move, if you can take it, if you want to take it, knows you can take it. Be a good girl, and take what you want, what you need; itâs yours.
Heâs yours.
Infinitely.Â
Unbound.
Always.
His.
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In dark evening skies over June Lake, northern hemisphere, planet Earth, Comet 12P/Pons-Brooks stood just above the western horizon on March 30. Its twisted turbulent ion tail and diffuse greenish coma are captured in this two degree wide telescopic field of view along with bright yellowish star Hamal also known as Alpha Arietis.
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Above the Bay of Angels by Rhys Bowen | Book Review
Title: Above the Bay of Angels Author: Rhys Bowen Publisher: Lake Union Publishing Published Date: February 11, 2020 Genre: Historical Fiction, Adult Source: Library Rating: â
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the lady, the prince, & the sword
[in honor of spooky season]
aemond targaryen x fem!reader
abstract: over one hundred years after the dance, you grow up as a lady in the ruins of Harrenhal. One day, you get a little too curious about the prince and his dragon rumored to be rotting at the bottom of the lake, and awaken something beyond your understanding. đŻď¸this fic is inspired by a post from @sapphirevhagar đŻď¸ themes: spooky harrenhal, smut, ghost/undead aemond, aemond as a war criminal, forbidden romance if you squint, you are the lady of harrenhal, dark aemond (but like, he's a dark character so I just tried to stay true to who he is), piv & hand stuff
lucy's notes: ao3 link. I tried to make my characterization of aemond as true as I could, but I won't lie it was hard in this scenario!! I don't think he'd be the type to just fuck someone (but maybe he would...who knows), but for the purposes of this spooky halloween fic I tried to make it as realistic as I could. maybe he would if he was pussy starved for a century, so that's what I'm going for. ENJOY!
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The sun had struck its highest point in the sky, your very own guiding star to the lake below it.Â
From this bluff above Godâs Eye, you could see all of what you called home: a boundless land, resilient despite centuries of war that had left each tree as a tombstone watered with spilled blood. And yet, the land was more alive because of it, or perhaps despite it. You werenât sure which, but you knew just as well as any other riverman that if you listened close enough, you could feel the breath of the land under your feet.Â
The rolling evergreens murmured when the winds ran through their branches. Winter was coming, and soon the jeweled blue of Godâs Eye would coalesce into bitter sheets of ice. But for now, the first light gusts coaxed the waterâs surface into gentle catspaws, still forgiving enough on your skin to welcome you into the lake. There was no barrier between your toes and the grass. Your daily swims were the one time you went without boots, an activity of yours that the Lord of Harrenhal detested. Mud is unbecoming of a lady , your father would say. It was, but so was walking in squelching boots back to your chambers.Â
The faint line of sand at your favorite lakeside spot had finally breached your toes. It was better than all of the rest. Much of the lake had no such comfortable entry as this: a large swath of sand perfectly divoted for entry. Silence was a familiar friend here. It was a true silence, unlike the faint drips and echoes that seeped through your walls.Â
And so the last thing you were expecting was company. âAnd what finds my Lady at this cursed corner of Godâs Eye?âÂ
âMy good Patrek, I did not expect to see you here.â Hiding your fright was easier said than done. An old family friend of the less noble type, with a face worn by time and a voice weathered by wind. Onlookers were rare here, and you wondered if he had followed you all the way from the keep.Â
âYou should not be here, my Lady. You know the stories, educated as you are.âÂ
You didâof how the very burrows of sand that now welcomed your toes were dug by Daemon Targaryenâs dragon Caraxes in a death-crawl to shore after his rider and opponent had perished. Every riverman knew of the tale.Â
âI swim here often. If there is a curse, I hope I have been spared it.â Brushing off a stubborn elder was something you were quite familiar with.Â
âThen you know the dragonâs blood soaked into the soil, dying where you stand. The very ground you walk on is damned.â His voice gruffed against his throat, but there was no mistaking the concern there.Â
It wasnât that you didnât believe in the power of such thingsâas a Lady of Harrenhal you knew very well from your own accord how often things are not always what they seemed. But even some tales were too far-fetched for your own belief.
 Besides, if you heeded every tale and story from your surrounding men, youâd hardly be able to leave your chambers.Â
Telling an old riverman what to do was not a task youâd expected to find yourself involved in at this hour. The look in your eye did more talking than your words. âI appreciate your concern, Patrek. But I insist, I am more than alright.���Â
With one last stare, he dismissed himself. Thank the gods.Â
In front of you, fragile blades of grass dared to peek through the large sand trough. It was a perfect pathway to the water, gently sloping and kinder on your feet than the rocky mud surrounding the rest of the lake was. If this truly was Caraxesâ doing, he had carved such a fine entrance to the water. It had never regrown. Barren, unlike the greater parts of the rest of the lakeâperhaps the agony of such a creature reshaping the dirt with its claws, belly dragging and wingless on one side, had scarred the land permanently. You could see it.Â
The water lapped at your toes now. Dragons were a far away concept, from a land and world that no longer existed, yet you wondered if their deaths really were something so traitorous to the gods that the land could never fully be right again.Â
Stepping further and further inside, the light billow of your dress danced in the water. There were times, like a moonlit night, where you would forgo your dress and let the lake feel you bare. Those moments were rare, and ladies hardly had enough privacy and virtue to spare to allow such brazen activitiesâbut you indulged in them when the moon called. With a final push of your toes, you dove your hands ahead of you and released. For a second, you were flying, letting the water carry you before you pushed against it once more. Smiling came easy here.Â
And yet Patrekâs words lingered. None of the information was new. Perhaps it was the graveness of his voice that haunted you.Â
Words could melt in the water, and his were no exception. The water held you as your mother might have, or a loverâall over, bringing you a comfort you could find nowhere else. You ran your fingers and toes in the sand below you, feeling it sift in the weightlessness between them.Â
The sun had sunk low in the sky when you emerged from the lake, mind and body calm in your daily ritual.Â
A new day had brought with it new curiositiesâit would be easier to say that getting the tales out of your head was a simple task, but over the course of the previous day, it had proved much more difficult than youâd hoped.Â
Sleep had evaded you, and restlessness drew you to the library. Each book was half rotted away from moisture that settled between each page and binding stitch. The candle light in your hand fought a losing battle with the mist, surrendering to a low bruising blue. Even still, you had found what you came there for.Â
It was readable despite the poor lighting. Dragons in the Riverlands were a sore subjectâit was not a surprise to find that many, if not all of the manuscripts on dragons were loathsome at best, and near traitorous to your Targaryen overlords at worst.Â
Prince Daemon Targaryen and his dragon Caraxes dueled Prince Aemond Targaryen and his dragon Vhagar on the 22nd day of the 5th moon of 130 AC. Dragon shrieks rippled in the wind and dragonfire flamed into the sunset so bright that the sky itself was said to be alight. Prince Daemon is said to have leapt onto Vhagar, plunging the ancestral Targaryen Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister through his nephewâs good eye. Caraxes is believed to have crawled to shore before releasing a dying shriek. Prince Daemon, Prince Aemond and Vhagarâs bones are believed to remain at the bottom of the lake today.Â
Portraits of the two men and their dragons had accompanied the passage, with sketches of the battle gathered from the artists and bards surrounding Godâs Eye. Long platinum hair framed both men, though Daemon lacked Aemondâs youth and sapphire eye.
  What a peculiar thing, a sapphire eye. Imagining a dragon as large as Vhagar sunk deep beneath your nose was a strange thing, fitting for a strange man with a sapphire in his socket. Trying to imagine a creature, let alone a dragon as big as her, was incomprehensible. If she really was the size of a small keep, how could one command her?Â
Aemond Targaryen hadâand perhaps that made him one of the most god-like Targaryens of all Targaryens to exist. And now he was damned to spend his eternity bound to the dark blue dungeon that was the depths of Godâs Eye.Â
Your toes had found the waterâs edge once again, among the supposed cursed grounds of Caraxes last breathing place. If one dragonâs death made the land cursed, then surely the death of two doubled it.Â
Today was a different venture than you were used to. The sun was even more forgiving than usual, warming your skin before you ever touched the water. It was a compulsion that drew your limbs to swim further from shore, an unexplainable magnetic lord that your limbs gladly obliged. With a hefty suck of air, you submerged your head. The chamber of echoing silence took its hold of your ears as you sank deeper and with a blink, you opened your eyes. The sun rays refracted in planes off of the waterâs surface, down to the awaiting bottom. Only on the most clear days were you able to see this far, and yet it still wasnât far enough to reach its furthest depths.Â
Arms and legs tugged on the water. You sank deeper, your hair and dress haloing your floating figure. Long tendrils of curly pondweed and brittle water nymph followed the soft current rippling through the lake. You could feel its light pull, but your limbs were much stronger than the fragile plants that lay there. Swimming forward into deeper territory, large rocks begin to take shape, with their own water thread and algae sprouting from aged cracks.Â
It was so faint, you almost missed it. A sparkle or two in the darkness, a trap of sunlight where sunlight didnât belong anymore, just out of your sight. Another pull of your arms and you were closer: close enough to almost see what could create such a glimmer. Your lungs were calling but you just needed to get one more lookâ
Despite the near fade to darkness, the shape was unmistakable: a silver pommel, jutting out from beyond the deep. The dragon wings at the hilt were frozen in flight. Realization laid its heavy hand upon your chest and the call of your lungs became too loud to ignore. Frantically swimming to the surface, the bubbles spilled from your lips as the water became warmer as the sun drew closer. Your rift of the surface was punctuated by the loud gasp of your aching chest. Save for your weak disruption, the top of the lake sat as tranquil and undisturbed as you had left it.Â
If itâs what you thought it wasâ
A few more deep breaths later and you were down below the surface once again, heart thrumming with revelation. This time, you knew exactly how deep you needed to go. You donât know how you didnât see it before, but the glint was visible even near the surface. It was a distant sparkle in the underworld, as if it was capturing the blue essence of Godâs Eye itself. Blood pumped through your ears in the chamber of the deep as your arms tugged, stomach threatening to turn despite your precious conservation of air.Â
A sapphire and a sword, each a shining beacon of their own. The skull which held both tilted up towards the heavens. Beyond it, skeletal arms reached forward, nearly upward. Part of you knew that the same buoyancy which allowed you to float was the same that held him, but another part of you wondered if at the time of the princeâs death he was reaching towards the sky in hopeless defiance. His once royal leathers and armor were rusted and torn, ebbing like the eel grass that had taken root. Time submitted all to its will, even princes, leaving only rot behind.Â
The incomprehensible became comprehensible with one look downwards: crumpled and black, you realized it was not depth, but dragon bones themselves that seemed to create the darkness of the water that surrounded him. Thick spires of obsidian bone curled around what you could only put together as a rib cage the size of a small keep. Her skull was far from her body, large eye sockets gaping and maw stretched with rows of dagger teeth. The very maw that was the last sight of many in the Riverlands.Â
If you wanted to reach the surface, you needed to swim now. But for a few more moments, the urge to swim just a bit further was greater than your want for air. You donât know what possessed youâit could have been the lack of oxygen, or that you were just fond of shiny things on occasion, but you reached for the bright pommel that was nearly offering itself out to you and pulled. The blade was heavier than you were anticipating, as much of a novice as you were, but you persisted. Drawing your arms tight into your chest and using your whole body to swim against it, you did your best to wrack it free from its hold in the princeâs skull. It felt almost wrong to pull so hard, but you persisted. Bubbles jutted from your mouth in the struggle until it wracked free.Â
It was now the second time you surfaced, and your gasp was much louder than the last. The sword was heavy in your arms, wanting to drag you back down to the bottom with it and join the prince and his dragon. There was no particular reason for taking itâit was a beautiful thing, untouched by the same rot and ruin as the prince and his dragon below. A sneaky voice in your head reminded you that a relic like this could pay to fill Harrenhalâs coffers for half the year or more if returned to the Targaryens, yet that is not why you sought it.Â
In fact, you werenât sure you wanted anyone to know what you had taken, and made quick work to wrap it in your swimming dress on your way back to the castle. A large object wrapped in cloth was not subtle, but the impossibility of manning such a monstrosity of a castle worked in your favor. Taking careful steps and hiding in the many alcoves to weave your way back to your chambers without spectacle proved a successful effort.Â
The afternoon had come and gone with little affair, besides a light dusting of rain. It rained at Harrenhal often. And often, you found it peaceful. The rain was a part of life, and the wetness with it.Â
But as the late afternoon carried on to evening, it became no such rain. The sky had darkened hours before sundown, bright colors and pretty horizons forgotten behind the undulating turmoil above you. The thunder went beyond simple sounds to full-bodied vibrations, shaking you from the bottom of your feet through your ears. It was not a storm, but a wroth sky. You were certain that no castle for hundreds of miles was spared.Â
The buckets meant to catch runaway leaks in the stones were overflowing from the violent rain. Wind raided every crevice it could weave through, whistling just to force itself through. Servants and your family alike had begun sheltering the most fragile of belongings: books, letters, artifacts, and wood sensitive to rot. The torches fought against the wind, a harsh back-and-forth that flickered all light around you into senselessness.Â
Retiring early tended to suit you better in many storms, though you doubted you would be getting any meaningful sleep. Earlier, you had unfurled Dark Sister. A small bead of blood on your finger taught you that valyrian steel was as sharp as they say it is. The sword rested against your desk, tall and lethal, catching every strike of lightning as it came down through your window.Â
Between each bout of thunder and battering of lightning, you managed to find moments of rest. Each time a strike would come down threatening to tear down the walls, you sat up, clutching your down quilt in your hands. And each time, Dark Sister was glinting in the corner, winged hilt spread like a pouncing bird of prey.Â
And yet the greatest of your fears lay not with the presence of the ancestral Targaryen sword, but came in your winks of sleep: a figure, tall and eerie, in the corner of your chambers. Each time you had awoken, your eyes flashed across your room, fearing that you would find a creature of the night standing there.Â
Luckily, it seemed the shadow had made its home in your head and not your chambers. When daybreak began to glow behind the clouds, your relief came with it.Â
This day was much the same as the last, yet there were fewer and fewer channels for excess water to pour away from the hearths. There would be no swimming today, that much was certain; making the walk down to the lake alone would be enough to sink you into mud, never to be seen again. All were set to help the effort to keep what was able to be kept dry, lady or servant.Â
âAn omen, I fear,â said Mathilda, a favored handmaiden of yours, as she threw another bucket of water through the open window to the yard below.Â
âAn omen of what?âÂ
âHarrenhal hasnât seen a storm like this in over a decade. It went against all folk predictions.â she breathed worriedly, âA bad omen. Something isnât right.âÂ
You had tucked the sword under your bed about halfway through the night when you realized that looking at it only made your stomach churn. There it lay still and waiting, inches from your two pairs of feet.Â
But there was nothing you could do about it at this very moment. âIs there anything to do to protect against a bad omen?âÂ
âIt depends on whatâs happened. But for most of my knowledge, I am afraid not. The damage has already been done.âÂ
The pit in your stomach stirred. In the same evening, the thunder was just as fierce and lightning just as fiery. Regret compounded with every shake of thunder for the stolen sword. It was better left under the lake where it belongedâyou knew that now.Â
Purple cracked the sky in two from your chamber window, illuminating everything once more. Folktale or omen, bad tidings or tall whispers, on the morrow you would return it.Â
And yet that was exactly what didnât happen.Â
Instead, it had happened like this: servants had been rushing around the keep all morning, doing their best to keep the rush of water from entering the hall of a hundred hearths and touching the rugs. Half soaked and boots trailing water already, you didnât make it past the tower of dread before the guards crossed their swords and insisted that you shall not pass. Too much water could sweep you off your feet and carry you away, they had said, pushing you back to your chambers while you discreetly held a covered Dark Sister to your side.Â
Tomorrow it was, then. Insistence would get you nowhere. A ladyâs requests were either dutifully followed or carelessly ignored. It was imperative that the torrent stopped, or that you were able to more discreetly make your way to the lake.Â
The sword could not be by your side any longer. Perhaps you could leak your secret to septa Scullyâyou knew her folkwoman heart still beat inside her somewhere, and it could drive her to help you.Â
This night was no different from the last. Harrenhal and its eerie passageways and mangey essence had managed to frighten you as a girl, the darkest storms holding your fear hostage. It had been years since you had faced the same fear that licked at your erratic heart as it did now, tucked under your quilted down, thunder wracking itself outside.Â
It was in your headâthe uncontrolled storm, the tales in your earâthey had simply wormed their way deep in your mind. It was a weak consolation, but your heart finally began its slowing.Â
A footstep in the darkness, outside your chambers, was enough to jolt it right back.Â
Any sense of sleep had left you now, and all of your focus rushed to your ears. Digging yourself deeper in the covers, you exhaled as quietly as you could in wait.Â
Just as you feared, there was another, and then another.Â
No matter how hard your forced your eyes shut, the fright remained, each boot knocking on the stone outside, coming closer, and closer, until,Â
The door creaked open softly, a rumble of storm to accompany it. Each finger, limb, and blink was frozen over. If you were still enough, perhaps whoever had opened the door would leave you behind. Each of your heart beats felt so loud it would give away your very existence.Â
The cold voice that met you instead was nearly enough to get your heart to stop beating all together. âYou have something of mine.âÂ
You dared not move, not even at the direct notice of your presence.Â
Squelching wet footsteps punctuated in between his words, each one slowly creeping closer to your bedside. âI know youâre here, little lady of Harrenhal. No amount of stillness in the world would hide you from me.âÂ
With a swallow of fear, you scurried off of your bed to your night side table, hoping to distance yourself from the intruder. Sitting or laying felt too vulnerable for you to stay put.Â
âI donât understand.â Were the only words you managed to choke out to the shadowed figure in front of you. There was no weapon for you to reach, unless you reached under the bed and grabbedâ
âHow do you not know? You took it from me.âÂ
He lowered the hood of his cape. Platinum hair spilled down his shoulders over the black leather of his doublet that shined as if made from metal itself. His skin was pale as a soft moon, and a sapphire eye with a dash through his faceâit was almost holy in nature, the beam of a celestial spell. Any thoughts of a common thief or crook left your mind. Even still, it did almost nothing to alleviate your fear, for you had recognized him.Â
The pages in your books didnât do him justice. Any gasp that may or may not have left your lips was drowned out by a whip of lightning. âH-how?âÂ
âGive me back my sword.â He answered plainly.Â
Shaky hands reached under the bed, eyes locked onto his fierce gaze as you gingerly felt for the hilt. Once in your grasp, you dragged it out, the weight even heavier in your arms than it had when you had pulled it to the surface. Your arm, lightly shaking, extended to his, the pommel and blade gleaming menacingly. His own palm lay over yours to reclaim the hilt. It was made of flesh, and warmâa mystery that evaded you.Â
You figured he might strap the sword to whatever sheath was on his side and go back to wherever he had come from, but instead, he set it aside. In yet another movement of unpredictability, he stepped closer.Â
âYou must dive again and put it back yourself, I cannot do it for you.â His flesh eye studied you carefully, stepping forward to circle you. âBut, you have given me reason to finally meet you.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIâve had no one but you to keep me company for one hundred yearsâ Now, he was at a distance where there was more familiarity and the details of his face became more prominent out of the shadows. âYou swim in the lake almost every day.âÂ
You watched him attentively, attempting to understand what it was you were seeing. The fear of the unknown and absurd frightened you. It could be another dream, just like the one you had last nightâbut you were certain you were awake.Â
He stepped even closer, daring to reach out his hand and brush it over your cheek, as if feeling the lifeblood that beat beneath it. âWho are you, one that swims in Godâs Eye?âÂ
âI am a lady of Harrenhalâ you paused, still trying to gauge his danger with your disbelief. âWho are you?âÂ
âYou know who I am.â His sapphire was a burning blue ember in the night.Â
Denial reared its unforgiving head into yours. Backing away, you tried to reason with yourself. âItâs a trick. Harrenhal plays tricksâI know this.âÂ
âI assure you, I am no illusion. Stop fighting it.âÂ
âIââ You let it sit for a moment. He stood in front of you, tall and enshadowed even in the faint candlelight.Â
A deep exhale was all you could manage, closing your eyes in resignation. âYes, my prince. Are you going to kill me?âÂ
âNo, my lady. Iâm not going to hurt you.â Watching the ground, you could see his black boots stepping towards you once more. âYou did take my sword, but more than that, I simply wanted to meet the only one who dared swim down to me and Vhagar.âÂ
He tilted your chin up to meet his own eye. There was something curious there, almost soft. Aemondâs hand was so gentle it soothed your rabbitâs heart. âNow you see me, made of flesh.âÂ
Fear, though not absent, was no longer the only feeling that sent your blood pumping. The feeling of being wanted was something that you had coveted, yet always remained outside of your grasp. You imagined every movement of yours in the lake, how you had never been truly alone on your visits, even the ones in the deepest of summer where you shed your dress and embraced the lake with all of your bareness.Â
Crafted in the image of the gods themselves or not, you knew it was impossible for every Targaryen to look the way he did; the beauty of him was something unique, you knew it. Another bolt fractured the sky outside, its flash illuminating both of you. It played a trick on your eyes, almost closing some of the distance between you with blinding light.Â
âAre you scared of the storm?â Aemond loomed above you.Â
âIâm of this land. Storms do not scare me.âÂ
âDid I frighten you?âÂ
He had to have known your answer, but you indulged him. âYes, you did, my prince.âÂ
âYou donât need to be scared of me, my lady of Godâs Eye.â He stepped closer, resting his left hand on your arm. His hair hung above your face now, a tilt of his head altering its course. âDoes this frighten you?âÂ
You felt the soft weight of his palm, fearing breathing for the simple movement of it. âNo, my prince.â With a careful pause, you continued. âMy apologies for taking your sword. I didnât knowââÂ
âYou can repay me.â Aemond replied, his voice assured yet tender for your ears. âYou have been tempting me in the lake for long enough.âÂ
You nodded lightly, delicately reaching out for your palm to meet his chest. There was a warmth coming from within, not cold like an undead body might be. The prince, real or not, was closer to you than any other man had ever been. He reached down, gently tugging you into a soft kiss.Â
He was warm here too, and wet, much to your pleasure. Your lips opened to his own, mouths deftly sliding against one another. Aemondâs hand smoothed over your cheek, his palm nearly swallowing it whole. You moved together in a gentle sway, mouths delicately pressed together. In an act of boldness, you pressed your own body closer to his, your palm holding his side to steady yourself.Â
The tempest outside your windows beat on. Your hands moved to crook in his neck. The skin there was soft like his mouth, and you wondered if the rest of him was just as welcoming. Aemond began walking forward, holding and kissing you through his guidance. Your lower back bumped against your mattress, and you broke your lips apart.Â
It was perfection: the softness of this moment and the synergy of your movements against one another.Â
Until it wasnât. Perhaps it was the way the lightning had framed him, thunder dividing you two. Within its roar came the cries of those he had forced to their knees in this very castle. The fall of wood as the huts of innocents burned to ash, Vhagarâs fire hot enough to meld armor and flesh to one. The scar he ripped across the belly of your homeland still hadnât healed hundreds of years later, and you laid your lips on the man, or the entity of him, who had done it all.Â
Your eyes must have given you away.Â
âSo you are frightened of me?â His subtle sultriness didnât evade him, even in the light of the hell he had brought upon the earth.Â
âYou, Aemond Targaryenâreigned terror on this land,â you recoiled slightly, lifting yourself up onto your bed to inch away from him.Â
He looked down, but any semblance of remorse was absent from his face. âI did. The fire that raged could be seen from the wall to Dorne.âÂ
History was a funny thingâsomething that becomes more intangible the longer itâs dead, fresh marks haunting only those who lived through it. But Aemond was tangible, here in front of you somehow. To him, did it happen yesterday or did it feel like a lifetime away?
Aemond paused, lifting his eye to meet yours, kneeling onto the floor, holding your gaze. âLet me atone for my sins then, my lady of Harrenhal.âÂ
Your breath hitched in your chest at the slight of his hands lifting your nightdress.Â
Sitting up, you slowly pulled yourself away. âThis is wrong. YouâreââÂ
âA monster?âÂ
Your lack of response was as much of an answer as anything else.Â
âI am much more than that, I assure you.â You tried to pretend like the smoothing of his palm against your calf didnât feel good. It was even harder to pretend that the man doing so wasnât the most dashing man youâd ever seen, cursed by the gods or not.Â
A lip bite was all he would get from you, uncertain of how to navigate your desire with your morality.Â
âI can show you many things.â he hummed against your calf.Â
You fell back onto the bed, whining lightly in frustration of the sexual kind.Â
âIf you only let me.âÂ
You closed your eyes.Â
âWhich would you rather do?â His princely voice was a seductorâs poison.Â
âI can show you how deeply sorry I am for what I did to your home,â he said with a mocking sorrow as the featherlight warmth of his lips and tongue kissed the inside of your legs, up to the inside of your knee, and to the most sensitive skin on the inside of the meat of your thigh. Any resolve that you had was wafted away by the trace of his fingers.Â
He pulled away, watching you carefully. âOr, you can show me how sorry you are for stealing my familyâs sword. Which would you have it be?âÂ
Gods bless your ancestors. You prayed that they were not unlucky enough to bear witness to what you were about to sayâthe closest thing to treason you could commit.Â
âI want to see your forgiveness, my prince.â You said, unsure of his next move but knowing somewhere within you that you would only indulge yourself further.Â
Aemond smiled smugly. It suited him. âHow about you feel it instead?âÂ
Hooking his fingers under your smallclothes, he rustled them off of you smoothly. You were exposed, cunt glistening and pooling wetness before him. Yes, definitely treason.Â
You wondered what sins those long dead and buried beneath would have had to commit to be forced to hear your moan as one of his fingers entered your hole, ready and wanting. Aemond leaned over you, silver and knowing smile once more falling around your face. Using his thumb, he found your pearl so neatly in between your pillowy lips, touching you there lightly.Â
âAll wet, for me?â his smirk hung over you once more, satisfied by how quickly you dissolved under his hand. And what a joy it was to dissipate into a syrupy essence soaked mess.Â
âHave you ever touched yourself?â he asked, eye observing every rise and fall of your breasts.Â
âWellâyes, but,â you whimpered, shame in your gaze. âIâve never been touched by anyone else.âÂ
âA good, pretty maiden then.â He added another finger, your body sucking him in and oozing wetness in its own craving. Every brush of his thumb and curl of his digits left your mouth hanging open and eyes pleading at the man above you for more.Â
Aemond could act as in control as he wanted, but you saw the embers of greed in his eye and felt his hardness at your hip.Â
âI am so terribly sorry,â Aemond started in your ear, his fingers working their way inside of your honey soaked walls and thumb expertly toying with your swollen bud, âfor absolutely nothing.âÂ
The words fell on ears too consumed by the talent of his hands to give a damn. Warmth in your belly bloomed as if he had planted the sun in there himself, your shining juices dripping the length of his palm. You had never been brought to the point of near blindness and incapacity by pleasure before, your own fingers too untrained.Â
When the peak of your pleasure came, your arms wrapped around Aemondâs shoulders, moans breathy and full. Your walls throbbed and dripped around his fingers and your body flexed underneath his. Thunder was your friend, drowning out every noise that bubbled from your lips.Â
Aemond Targaryen, or whatever was left of him, had been starved of a womanâs taste for over one hundred years. He savored every bead of syrupy sex that dripped from your cunt onto his hands while you panted in the final glimmers of ecstasy.Â
It was difficult to help your eyelids from closingâthe man had sent you to the hands of the gods and back. All you could do was savor the feel of him under your fingertips, rubbing lightly, until your sleep claimed you without your will or knowledge.Â
The dawn broke and you were alone once more, nothing but disorder in your head and gleaming sword under your bed.Â
Light thunder beat through the clouds, a solemn sun hidden behind them. The rain had eased a touch, but there had not been enough reprieve to make it any easier for the servants to clean up what was becoming a half-drowned castle.Â
Yet the water navigating through the crack in the stones over your head took up the least amount of room in your head. It was real. You knew it was from the echoes of ease in your limbs from the pleasure he played you to. If that wasnât evidence enough, your slippery juices coated the nestle of your thighs. Â
It was wrongâyou knew it. What had materialized between you and the prince was highly improper, not only as a lady, but as a lady of Harrenhal, the very castle in which he was partially responsible for the large number of roaming ghosts and of the land which he brought to ash out of his own anger.Â
Aemond had said that you needed to return the sword to the Godâs Eye yourself. Perhaps you had tampered with something greatly out of your knowledge, and restoration was imperative for your own good and the good of the castle.Â
And yet the sword never moved from under your bed. Perhaps you had forgotten, or perhaps, you had conveniently discovered a hundred and one other tasks that needed your attention. And perhaps, the prince would come again.Â
You could pray for forgiveness from the river people later. It was your own secret shame to have and to hold, for no one elseâs eyes or ears.Â
It was last light. Mathilda swept a dollop of water that landed on her forehead. âThis storm wonât break.âÂ
âI was a girl the last time one like this hit.â Of all the many storms that wracked this land, few had the same unbroken rainfall and loud slaughter of thunder.Â
There was apprehension and fright in her eyes. Mathildaâs movements were unnatural to anything you had seen her, to the point that it struck its own fear in you .Â
âWhat is it, Mathilda?âÂ
âThereâs only one storm I remember like this,â she started, worrying her hands with another bucket of water. âI didn't want to believe it yesterday. You were a girl, yes.âÂ
âAnd what of it?âÂ
âThis land is old. A mass graveyard is what it is. Someone had tampered with something they shouldnât have.âÂ
Your stomach sank, and your secret with it. âWhat happened?âÂ
âThe man was never seen again. And thereâs only one place around here people disappear to.âÂ
The lake. You remembered him, a guard in your fatherâs command, the storm that tore on, and his disappearance marking the end of it. Everyone had figured he got swept away in the storm, but it seemed that Mathilda, among others, believed something different. Stillâthere were plenty of cursed objects lying around, perhaps you had gotten a touch more lucky with your object of choosing.Â
But perhaps it wasnât such a dismissive endeavor, and you were more than a halfwit for thinking so. And yet, the night had fallen once moreâleaving you with no other choice but to wait and see.Â
The blade seemed to find a light of its own even in the blackness of the storm ridden night, peaking just under your bed. Finding a rhythm in between the bolts of lightning and thunder happened over time, but the past few nights had begun to give you practice. Your apprehension kept you from your sleep nonetheless.Â
There was always something more beyond the surface, that much you knew was true, and life was no exception. Gods existed, you were sure of it, you just didnât know how, or why, or whereâbut there was something about the thread of actions over the past handful of days that connected pieces together in a visceral way you had never fully encountered.
Through each beat of lightning, the truth of every tale that you had ever heard came into question: the cook turned white rat, forced to eat his own young; the children of the forest and the Green King of the Isle of Faces, Sharra the witch queen and her inability to die. Before now, you had not fully disbelieved, but rather doubted the ability of magic or the whims of the gods to make profound changes in an instant.Â
âYou did not return my sword.âÂ
His entrance was silent but interruption swift, or you had been so lost in your own head you failed to notice. There was little shock this time. You had been expecting him. He stood there for a moment in patience, your eyes and finding the details of his trench coat in the shadow. There was much less fright in you now than there had been at his first intrusion, and you swung your legs to sit at the edge of your bed.Â
âYou disobeyed my request,â Aemond said, âI do not take kindly to those who disobey me. Why didnât you return it, my lady of Godâs Eye?âÂ
It was a foolâs endeavor, a disregard of any consequences. Eyes wide and waiting, you could do nothing but speak your deepest truth.Â
âI did not want to.âÂ
He crept forward, a creature of the shadows coming to enact its wrath. âExplain yourself.âÂ
With a swallow of the last inklings of your pride and dignity, you replied. âBecause I want more of what you did to me last night.âÂ
He stood as a relic, everything from his hair and skin and coat shining from within, regarding you with an intensity you had never had anyone offer you before. Time existed nowhere in this room; past and present converged in the tides of thunder that swayed over your heads, and you wondered if the world outside of your door still stood or if there was nothingness.Â
âWho would have thought a lady to be so lustful? A lady of the Riverlands, no less.â His boots were off now, making his way to you like an animal preys upon what it desires to snatch in its claws.Â
You held your chin in an acceptance of his mockery and all that came with it. Because he was right, and because you didnât care so long as no one knew of it. Aemond moved to stand in between your legs, and you tilted your head to meet his own eye.Â
âI suppose I will make an exception to my usual punishment since you have been so honest,â he reached to hold your face in his hands as if he was holding a holy grail. âDo you promise to make such an exception worth my while?âÂ
âI promise.â You nodded as well as you could in his soft hold, eyes large and pleading.Â
The kiss that followed was soft, just as every other first touch between you had beenâbut it quickly became emboldened; a drop of satisfaction in a lake of craving. His hands slid down your sides, past the sensitivity of your waist and moving to grip the full flesh that sat on your thighs.Â
Chest to chest, you were pressed against him, feeling through every movement and flex of the muscle beneath his flesh. Moving once more, his hand slid down in between your thighs where your smallclothes sat pitifully between your bare skin and his fingers.Â
He swallowed your whimper into his mouth as his hand moved once more to play with your bud. Skin holds memory, they say, and you knew yours did of him: his light touch was enough to have you squirming beneath him with little effort.Â
âMy own little harlot of the Riverlands.â Aemond pulled away, moving to untie the wrap of your nightdress. You watched him carefully, a twing of shyness slowing your movements.Â
He took your timid hands into his, holding them to him as he moved his nose to meet yours. âAnd yet a maiden, all the same.âÂ
You closed your eyes, savoring the feel of his tenderness. Both your hands moved now to take away what lies between your modesty and bareness.Â
âDo I please you?â softly you looked at him, hoping that your shyness was replaced by your attempt to be sultry despite your lack of practice.Â
He looked at you as a man starved, deprived of warm fleshy skin to sink into for a century, and there was no pretending in his eye that he hadnât prayed that you would not return Dark Sister to its rightful place. No matter how powerful the man, beyond swords and war and life and death, the soft skin of a lover would always be a weakness. There was no hiding the membrane of vulnerability and desperation at something so human: the touch and feel of another.Â
Leaning down to offer you a kiss, in a near whisper he replied, âVery much so.âÂ
Hands and lips tenderly felt you everywhere, the blood underneath beating against the glide of his fingers. It was worship of the most holy, or perhaps the indulgence of a sin most foul. The lines blurred and you sank under his want, whether it be worship or sin, you did not care.Â
Your hands searched for him, shrugging off his own clothing in the rapture.Â
âWhatever it was you did to me yesterday, please, I need to feel it again.â it was more of a breathy whisper in between kisses than an affirmative request.Â
âIâll show you something even better.â Aemond sank to your hips as his right hand did, already weaving slow strokes against your bud. And yet he sank farther, until his head rested between your thighs.
He watched you carefully from there, sliding one finger into your hole. His rubbing continued, and your legs began to weaken once more. You had swung your head to rest your eyes on your ceiling, unexpecting the hot wetness that met your bud.Â
It was unlike anything you had felt beforeâheat on heat, wetness on wetness, his tongue skillfully lapping your clit.Â
You fell under his enchantment for him like a man dies gasping underwater: slowly with resistance, until want for release pushes you to frantically search for it all at once. All thoughts of doing anything but taking everything he had to give you had been locked away, perhaps only to be seen again once you had gotten your fill. And you werenât sure if you could ever be satisfied.Â
From this point forward, you would be damned by this memory: Aemond sliding his tongue between your folds, sucking on your sex, and pulling pleasure from you as if he was born a hundred years ago to do it.Â
He was determined to feel every drop of your essence sliding down his throat, holding you to him with his hands clasped around your thighs. Your orgasm came with his lips and tongue never ceasing their worship of you, even as your thighs shook and moans echoed through your walls.Â
Even though heavy breaths and dazed eyes of the afterglow, you would not make the mistake of falling asleep so soon, not after the previous night. Your hands lazily reached for him, pulling him closer to you.Â
Because you wanted more . There was no clarity and rational thinking bestowed upon your release. If anything, it had driven you further into a wanting animal, a ravenous direwolf seeking to tame its taste for blood. Maiden status be damned, if doing such things with a long dead prince even counted.Â
âEager, are we?â he drawled over you, hands rustling between your bodies. âShh. Let me take care of you.âÂ
You felt him on you then, skin to skin, his hard manhood heavy on your stomach. Aemondâs eye met yours as he slid his cock between your folds, gathering the wetness there.Â
It was just you two in this moment, one body and another, seeking something buried deep within one anotherâs skin.Â
Face to ear, you whispered about your inexperience and novelty. He did nothing but pull your lips into another kiss, allowing your bodies to slip against each otherâs warmth for moments to come. Aemond was a desiring man, or creatureâyou werenât sure which, not that it fully mattered to you anymoreâand you could feel his own lust for you seeping into each of your kisses and all of his touches, much more wanton than they had yet to be.Â
âLet me take you,â he nearly whined in between kisses, âI need to feel you.âÂ
âI want you. Show me this.âÂ
Forehead to forehead, Aemond reached between your bodies to guide his leaking cock to your entrance. You knew why maidens and ladies got wetâit would be impossible to carry out the deed without such slipperiness. What hung between a manâs legs was far too large to fit without it.Â
Even still, it was always a challenge at firstâyour own sex squeezing so hard, seemingly wanting to suck his cock deeper inside you and milk it within your walls. As he went to the hilt, moaning was all you had to cope, the noises blending with the creak of the castle.Â
âDoes it always feel like this?â you choked, more than happy to be full of him but surprised at the feeling.
With his forehead still against yours, his breath fanned in your mouth. âAt first, and then it will feel even better.âÂ
As if to show you, he began long strokes, the head of his cock sliding against the vice of your juicy walls. And you felt it bloomâthe deep ember of pleasure at your core, both satisfied and left wanting more by each thrust.Â
Your moans and whimpers against his ear were compounded by the thrust of his hips, heavy against your own, pushing his cock to the hilt now in every stroke, the head of it brutally kissing the end of you every time.Â
He sat up now, hands firmly on your hips to control the angle of you and the drive of his cock to be right where he wanted them. Moving between your bodies, his thumb danced on your bud again, sending you to reflexively grip him further out of the sheer ecstasy of it. âWhat would your rivermen think of you like this, moaning like a whore on my cock?âÂ
It was more of a suffocated squeal than words, chest heaving, not being able to help the way your body was in his hands, moving at the speed he set. âThey would think me a traitor.âÂ
âBut you just couldnât help it, could you? You needed more of me, no matter what Iâve done.âÂ
Despite you both knowing the truth of it, hardly any shame could touch you now in the throes of your bodies. In between love bites on your ear and kisses on your neck as he took you, there was more than enough praise spilling from his lips: haughty whispers of you take my cock so well and your body is made for me.Â
It was as intense as it was pleasurable. Aemondâs platinum tresses locked you into a cage where it was only him: only his body, his cockânothing else. He was making you into a woman of his own liking, his spell on you binding you to desire and breaking every one of your senses to want nothing but him.Â
There was no clarity and rational thinking bestowed upon your release. Reaching the peak of it, your cunt hardly willing to let his cock move inside you and pulsing and pleading for it to be even deeper, you cried out, your own howl into the night. Aemond fucked you through it, seeking his own peak within your walls and finding it in the vice you had him in, milking him for every drop of his own essence to spill in the hot syrupy tightness of your cunt. Â
The sedation you felt in your after-pleasure was familiar to the first nightâleaving you in a daze, the murky waters difficult to navigate. Fighting it was futile, but you kept yourself awake enough to feel him pull away, save for leaving a kiss on your fingers and hear his final words.
Visit me, my lady of Godâs Eye
It would be a selfish thingâyou knewâto keep the sword, no matter how badly you wanted to satiate your desire during the night. But the storm raged on, and it was only right to do what had to be done to prevent the entirety of Harrenhal from being consumed by the water raiding every corridor and sieging nearly all chambers and apartments, only the highest of rooms in each tower being spared.Â
It was a difficult task, but you had managed. And not hours after the sword was back in the sheath it belonged in, the rain had ceased, to the relief of all in the castle except for one.Â
You hadnât forgotten his last words to you. Sometimes, you swam back to the remains of the dragon prince again, hoping the hallowed skeleton could see you in the angelic light only water could give. Â
And sometimes, in the deepest chamber of the lake, you swore you heard whispers in the catches of the currents.Â
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pretty boy. armin a.
cwáŻáĄŁđŠ nsfw link, virgin!armin, masterbating, cockwarming, sex outdoors, size difference, minor mention of blood as armin fucks readers throat, cum-eating, eren + connie cameo . . . or in which he canât stop getting hard at the thought of you. mdni.
a/n áŻáĄŁđŠ literally throbbed writing this. also if youâve been following me for a while, i og had this as a complete story but Iâve cut it down and edited it <3
campcounselor!armin who you canât help but gawk at. heâs fine as fuck. his blonde hair falls perfectly into his face, giving him an almost ethereal look. heâs wearing a sleeveless nirvana shirt that clings to his toned form, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the strength beneath. his inked muscles flex as he fluidly lights his cigarette, each movement smooth and deliberate, like a well-rehearsed dance.
itâs almost mesmerizing how tendrils of white clouds spill from his pink lips, curling and twisting in the air before dissipating. the way he handles the cigarette, with such casual grace, adds an air of mystery to his already captivating presence. heâs talking to his friends, his voice a mix of warmth and authority, occasionally breaking into a deep, resonant laugh that seems to reverberate through the air, sending you clutching your legs.
campcounselor!armin who you find out is a bit shy, ironic seeing as heâs the epitome of sex on legs. yet as youâre complementing the intricate ink that litters his body his cheeks turn a soft pink, and he looks down, a shy smile playing on his lips. it's almost comical how someone so effortlessly attractive can be so bashful. his shyness only adds to his charm, making him even more intriguing and endearing.
campcounselor!armin whoâs taken a liking to you. his steel blue eyes watch intently as you prance around on the dock in that tight ass bathing suit, every movement captivating him. your large tits are barely held by the flimsy fabric, and your pussy lips are practically busting out of your bikini bottoms, making it impossible for him to look away. god, youâre so fucking sexy. he could get drunk off the way you laugh, so airy and light, like music to his ears.
he almost canât believe it when you cannonball into the lake, water splashing everywhere, and your flimsy top unties itself in the process. his heart races as he swims over to you, his hands trembling slightly as he helps tie the strings together for you, the close proximity making his breath hitch. your mango-scented hair is like a slap to the face, intoxicating and overwhelming his senses. heâs so fucking hard, he canât stop his mind from wandering how your big glossy lips would feel wrapped around his cock.
campcounselor!armin who is trying not to lose his cool as you lay on his chest, one leg outstretched and the other tossed over his. it's exactly one week before the kids start showing up, so eren suggested a movie night. so here all of you are, squeezed into the boyâs cabin. you hadnât meant to fall asleep, but star wars was just so damn boring. armin finds even your soft snores perfectâhonestly, do you have any flaws?
he can feel your warm breath against his neck, and it's driving him insane. every slight movement you make sends shivers down his spine. he hopes he doesnât wake you as he carefully slides from underneath your limp body, trying to be as gentle as possible. his tip is leaking from how horny he is, and he knows he has to do something about this raging boner before it gets out of hand.
armin lazily mutters an excuse to connie about going out for a smoke, his voice barely above a whisper. the buzzcut boy, too busy drawing a dick on sleeping erenâs forehead with a mischievous grin, just nods absentmindedly. armin steps outside, the cool night air hitting his flushed face as he tries to calm himself down.
campcounselor!armin who canât calm himself with a cigarette, the thought of you is too much. âf-fuck, đâ°.ââĄ!â his whimpers are desperate as he strokes his thick cock sore. the thought of you writhing underneath him as he pounds your sweet pussy has his head lulling back. steadying himself against the cold, graffiti-covered bathroom stall with one hand, closed fist working his twitching tip quickly. he imagines itâs your warm mouth, your lips wrapped around him, and his legs shake at the thought of you looking up at him with those big doe brown eyes as you gag on him.
he wants nothing more than to use your mouth as a pocket pussy, âsuch a pretty face. i wanna nut on it,â he breathes raggedly. the wetness that coats him is loud as he rubs himself, bucking his hips into his âoâ shaped hand. he can almost feel the heat of your breath, the slickness of your tongue. âughhhhhh,â a loud groan echoes through the stall as hot spurts of cum spill into his hand, his eyes roll back as he continues tugging himself until heâs shaking from sensitivity.
campcounselor!armin whoâs taken back by your question, âwe should ditch, right?â his hands fiddle with the beer can, looking like a toy in his hands. before he can respond youâre pulling the six foot two man to his feet, a couple of oooooâs coming from the group perched around the campfire. you giggle, saluting a middle finger then locking hands with armin before you set off on a nearby trail that led to the water. it always looked magnificent this time of night, stars mirrored in the still water, moonlight bouncing off and emitting light throughout the night air.armin stumbles slightly as you pull him along, his laughter mingling with yours as you navigate the winding path.
the sounds of the campfire and your friends' voices fade into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of night birds. the air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. you can hear the soft lapping of water against the shore growing louder as you approach.
âw-where are we going? we arenât supposed to get in the water after ten,â armin stutters, and you giggle, looking over your shoulder at him. the moonlight casts a gentle glow on the lake, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere.
âdo you always follow the rules? câmon, donât be boring,â you say softly as you two finally make it to the wooden dock. the wood creaks under your feet, and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore adds a rhythmic background to your adventure. armin nervously bites his lip; here you are just holding his hand, and heâs hard as a rock, feeling like a teenage boy hitting puberty all over again.
âno, of course not,â he lies through his teeth, not wanting to seem like a loser. the cool night air brushes against his skin, contrasting with the warmth emanating from your hand.
you giggle, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, and he wants to desperately kiss you. you look so pretty to him, and if he wasnât such a coward, heâd pull you into him. the reflection of the stars in your eyes makes his heart race even faster.
âyou know i saw you that night, right?â
armin freezes. no . . . you couldnât have, you were asleep. the sudden shift in conversation makes his heart skip a beat, and he feels his face flush with embarrassment.
he gulps and scratches his frizzy blonde hair sheepishly. âw-what? i really donât knowââ
you cut him off immediately, âdonât be coy, armin. i heard you in the bathroom whimpering my name.â youâd woken up a couple minutes after armin had left, rubbing your eyes groggily as you looked for the man. connie had stated heâd gone to the bathroom, and you decided to go see if he was okay, but to your surprise, when you reach the door, you can hear armin calling out your name in pleasure.
âwell, thatâs embarrassing⌠iâm mortified. i promise iâm not a creep, okay?â armin says quickly as he panics. heâs taken aback when you press your soft lips against his, a small moan emitting from his throat as he wraps his hands around you. the kiss is electric, sending shivers down his spine as he pulls you closer.
you pull back from his lips, a string of saliva following, and you swipe your thumb across his lips. you swear you can see his pupils dilate as you do that.
âhave you ever had your dick sucked?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, but the words hang in the air between you, laden with anticipation.
armin shifts in embarrassment; heâs never so much as seen a pair of boobs besides in magazines, let alone had his dick sucked. you take his non-answer as a no and slowly get to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt on his jeans. his heart races in his chestâis this really happening? is a pretty girl really about to give him head? is this a setup?
he hears your fingers unlatch the belt and your hands pull down his pants, fingers playing with the hem of his gray calvin klein boxers. you bite your lip as you look up at him through your lashes, his bright blue eyes meeting yours. the dim light of the cabin casts a warm glow, making the moment feel almost surreal. the scent of pine and campfire smoke lingers in the air, adding to the intimate atmosphere.
âwhat happens at summer camp stays at summer camp, okay armin?â you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
he nods anxiously, his breath hitching as your fingers brush against his skin.
âiâm gonna make you feel good, okay?â you assure him, your tone soft and comforting.
âo-okay,â he whispers so low you almost donât hear it, his voice trembling with anticipation and nerves.
campcounselor!armin whoâs fucking your throat relentlessly, hips rolling into your mouth at a constant speed. you hold his thighs for support as he uses you like a ragdoll, feeling the muscles tense under your fingertips. âshitttt,â he drawls, your tongue sliding across his cock greedily, tasting the salty sweat mixed with his precum. he has to bite back a moan at the sight beneath him, spit and light specks of blood covering his dick as you suck him. the moonlight casts shadows over your face, highlighting the saliva-covered mess, eyes half-lidded as your fingers circle your clit in hard motions.
âsucking me so good,â armin grunts, reveling in the shlurp sounds that fill the night air. your mouth is so tight and warm around him, itâs hard for him to keep his head from lulling back. âshit shit shit, gâna make me nut.â his voice is whiny and shaky, the way youâre fondling his nutsack has got him in pure fucking shambles. heâs so close, stomach clenching tighter each passing second. he wants to pull out, he swears he does, but fuck youâre so inviting to be inside.
âcumminâ!â armin groans, hot seed spilling into your mouth, tumbling from the corners of your lips. you giggle, wiping the sticky mess off your face with your shirt. âi-uh, fuck. iâm sorry,â he stammers, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and post-orgasmic bliss. you laugh at his apology, âyouâre saying sorry for cumming in my mouth?â you quip an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. âuh yeah . . . guess i am.â you shake your head at his innocence, standing to your feet. the night air cools the sweat on your skin as you lean in close, whispering, âdonât be. just fuck me.â
campcounselor!armin whoâs stretching your poor pussy around his thick cock, making you lose your mind. they always say big dick men are the quiet ones, but this? this is absolutely delicious. âarmin,â you whimper breathlessly, feeling every powerful thrust in your tummy as he pounds into you. he's buried so deep inside you, his bulge visible each press into you. your swollen lips ache from the intensity and friction against them. you want to run but you're locked in by his grip, unable to escape. you're a mess beneath him, a drooling, crying, whimpering mess. âfuck, youâre tight as shit.â armin whimpers, the feeling of you clutching his cock almost unbearable.
campcounselor!armin whoâs summer just got a whole lot better.
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higher than heaven
bucky barnes x reader
word count: 5.5k - my masterlist
summary: bucky's first time smoking đ since the 40s. bucky finds you smoking alone one night, leading to two of you growing much closer.
warnings/tags: use of marijuana, language, brief use of alcohol, nightmares, ptsd, anxiety, pining and tension, heated kissing, friends to lovers, pretty fucking fluffy, no use of y/n, fem reader, 18+ only
author's note: no smut? gasp! everything else i've written for bucky has contained smut so bare with me, i just wanted to take a break for some fun and fluffy (but still tension-filled) toking.
a/n 2: bucky and reader smoke in this, but i wouldn't say that's the main focus of this fic, just something that brings them closer together. i tried not to focus too much on that aspect, and also tried not to give too vivid of descriptions of being stoned so hopefully readers who don't smoke đ can still enjoy this fic for the fluff and feels. however, if this is a triggering topic for you in any way, please be careful and read at your own discretion đ¤
The Avenger's compound truly has everything you could ever need. A state of the art gymnasium and training center, indoor and outdoor pools, beautifully maintained grounds with walking trails and lake access.
And, one of your favorite things, no shortage of secluded smoking spots.
Tonight's choice? The roof directly above the living quarters. This is likely the spot that you frequent the most, out of sheer convenience.
You keep a couple of extra folding chairs stashed in the stairwell, for the rare occasions that you can convince Natasha or Wanda to relax enough to join you.
Tonight, like most nights, you're by yourself. You don't mind - you enjoy this alone time. You usually come up here after missions to unwind before passing out in your bed.
Itâs a chilly night, with temperatures finally dropping down into the low fifties as the early days of fall approach. You're bundled up in an oversized hoodie, sipping on oolong tea to warm you from the inside. In your left hand you clutch the warm mug, and with your right you pinch the tail-end of a burning joint between your thumb and index finger.
You've been up here long enough to have already burnt through one joint, and you now take slow, heady hits of a second as you wait for the meteor shower that's expected to begin over the northeastern United States any minute.
The creaking of the large metal door that leads to the roof startles you, causing you to break your gaze away from the stars littered above you in the New York sky. All the times you've come up here to watch the sunsets over the lake, no one has stumbled upon you. You're surprised by who emerges from the doorway a second later.
Bucky freezes in his tracks when he notices you sitting just a few yards in front of him.
âOh, sorry,â he pauses, seemingly glancing around the roof to see if there's anyone else here with you. âI didn't expect - I didn't think anyone would be up here right now,â he stutters out.
âYou're good,â you smile at him over your shoulder before turning your attention back to the sky. âTrying to get a good view of the meteors?â
âYes, actually,â he says, surprised. You hear his boots scratching the pavement of the roof as he walks closer to you. You look up at him when he comes to a stop right next to where you're sitting.
âWell, you've come to the right place.â You gesture towards the scenery in front of you - the endless inky sky overlooking the lake next to the compound. âThere's some extra chairs stashed in the stairwell, if you'd like one.â
âI didn't know that you smoke,â he says curiously, eyeballing the blazing joint still clutched between your fingers. He visibly sniffs a couple times, as if to confirm that he is indeed smelling what he thinks he is. He doesn't acknowledge your offer of a chair, instead choosing to sit directly on the cement, criss-crossing his legs at the ankles.
âAre you going to tell on me?â You ask as if what you're doing isn't perfectly legal and your friends don't already know.
âYour secret is safe with me,â he smirks up at you, eyes flicking between you and the joint.
âWant a hit?â You offer, extending your hand towards him. He hesitates, uncertainty blooming across his features.
âI haven't smoked since the forties,â he starts with an awkward laugh. He reaches up, carefully taking the joint from you and pinching it between his own two fingers and inspecting it. âI still remember the last joint I smoked before finding out that I had been drafted. If I had known it was going to be my last, I would've appreciated it a lot more.â There's a hint of nostalgia in his words.
You picture it - baby-faced Bucky, in his early twenties, with glossy blue eyes and a lazy, content smile. The thought makes your cheeks warm, and a small, sad smile spreads across your own face. That was a literal lifetime ago, and you didn't know if he had felt as carefree since then.
âWell,â you begin after a sip of your tea. âYou're no longer property of the United States Army, or HYDRA, or any organization. So if you want to smoke, then smoke. And if not, that's okay, too, but give me my joint back because you're burning perfectly good weed right now.â
He chuckles at your scolding before bringing the joint up to his own lips and taking a slow, long puff. There's a sharp inhale before he erupts into a coughing fit, smoke billowing out in a cloud in front of him. You give him a few awkward pats on the back while he works through the burn that he is undoubtedly feeling in his esophagus.
âDamn, I've missed that,â he sighs once he has regained his composure. He holds the dwindling joint back up to you.
You shake your head. âFinish it off,â you insist. âI've already had one tonight. Itâs all yours.â
You expect him to argue but to your surprise, he takes a second hit. And a third, and fourth, while you sit next to him in an amicable, comfortable silence. Soon, there's nothing left but a small roach that he stubs out against the cement next to where he sits.
âHow're you feeling?â You ask, knowing that his tolerance has to be in the negatives if he hasn't smoked in over seventy years.
âIf twenty-two year old Bucky knew that I was this stoned off half a joint, he'd never let me hear the end of it,â he says with an amused smile, propping back on the palms of his hands to stare up at you.
âWell, I think one-hundred and six year old Bucky is doing just fine for himself,â you muse. âTwenty-first century weed has got to be more potent than whatever dirt weed you were smoking in the forties, so cut yourself some slaââ
âI did not smoke dirtââ
âLook!â you exclaim, cutting him off as you point up at the sky. He goes quiet, following your gaze.
You both watch in awed silence as flashes of bright white-blues and purples begin to dash across the sky above you. At first, there's a bolt here and a bolt there - but before you know it, there's dozens - too many meteors to count, here and then gone in the blink of an eye. Where one disappears, another takes its place.
You lose track of how long the two you sit there, on the roof, under the shower of the shooting stars - and it has nothing to do with being stoned. They are just that mesmerizing.
âI think weâre supposed to make a wish,â you murmur after a long while, remembering the old legend about shooting stars. You watch the last few meteors as they burn out, and then the sky goes dark once more. When he doesn't respond, you glance down at where he sits to find that his eyes are closed.
You smile to yourself - you didn't actually plan on making a wish, and you definitely didn't expect him to. You figure that he is just humoring you, but you can't help but think how adorable it is nonetheless. You can't stop yourself from snorting a laugh, causing his eyes to snap open and up at you.
âWhat? Did you make your wish?â he demands, his tone serious.
You hum. A familiar, glowing warmth grows from your lips and down to your toes despite the chilly night air as you stare at him. You tell yourself itâs a physical effect of the marijuana.
âI think Iâm good, actually.â
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Every year, a different member of the Avengers chooses a charity to hold a gala in honor of.
Sam's choice last year, Homes For Our Troops, build specially adapted, custom homes for severely injured veterans. Natasha's choice the year before that, Children of the Night, is a non-profit organization dedicated to rescuing and rehabilitating children who have been victims of prostitution.
Always funded by the Stark Relief Foundation, always held in the most high-profile and illustrious venues that money can buy, and always filled to the brim with every philanthropist and major news reporter in the state of New York.
This year, for the first time, it was your turn to select a charity. You decided on Women For Women International - a noble and worthy cause that you are proud to raise awareness and donations for. However, now that three hours into the gala, you are fucking burnt out. From the moment that you and your teammates arrived at the venue, guests and reporters began forming lines for their chance at interviewing you or getting their picture taken with you. You feel like youâve talked to every person in the building, except for the one person that you truly wanted to. Add in a ten minute long speech addressing five hundred plus guests, you are drained. Physically, mentally, and socially drained.
âYou did incredible with your speech,â a soft voice says from behind you. âAll that worrying for nothing.â
You're exhaling a sigh of relief at the familiar voice before you've finished turning around to meet his dimpled grin and deep blue eyes. You think he might just be as ready as you are to get out of here with the way he's already loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his tux. His hair is tousled - though you haven't had a free moment to speak with him since the car ride over here with Sam and Steve, you have no doubt that he's ran his fingers through the short locks a few dozens times throughout the evening - a habit that flares up every time he's out of his element. With this being the first gala he's attended as an Avenger, and possibly the first gala he's ever attended, you're surprised he has any hair left.
âI wouldn't say for nothing,â you turn back to the bar in front of you and wave a singular finger to the bartender, signaling your desire for another drink. âI stuttered at least eight times, and lost my place on the page twice. I felt like I was going to puke shrimp cocktail and espresso martini all over the podium.â
You can see him grimace from your peripheral vision. He pulls out the barstool next to where you stand, and then takes a seat. You're pinned between the chair on the opposite side of you and his thigh, the cool silk of his pants tickling the bare skin of your leg where your dress cuts off just above mid-thigh. Close enough that you can feel warmth radiate from him and smell the essence of his piney aftershave. Subconsciously, you relax for the first time all evening.
âYou are your own worst critic,â he reminds you, repeating the sentiment that heâs been saying to you for the last few weeks, anytime the gala or your speech would come up in conversation. âNo one else noticed if you stuttered. Theyâre all too full of liquor, or too concerned with getting their photo op with Iron Man or The Hulk..â he trails off, glancing over his shoulder at where Tony and Bruce are both striking signature poses for some selfies with guests.
âAnd what about you? Have any of your fangirls begged you to take a picture with them?â You smirk at him as the bartender slides your martini across the countertop. You angle your body so that youâre now turned to face him, leaving practically no space between the two of you.
âMore than I can count,â he exhales, and you force a laugh to not roll your eyes - not that you were surprised or that you could blame them for wanting their picture taken with him.
âWell, Iâm glad that we were able to raise so much money,â you sigh into your drink. âBut I would be lying if I said Iâm also not glad that itâs over with. Iâm ready to get these shoes off, submerge myself in a hot bath, and then sleep until tomorrow afternoon.â
âAlways the introvert,â he murmurs, a sly grin appearing on his face. He carefully tugs the lapel of his jacket to the side and reaches his flesh hand inside, pulling out a tin of wintergreen Altoids. You look at him curiously as he gives the small container a shake. It makes no sound, seemingly empty of mints. You cock an eyebrow at him, about to ask him what the deal is, when a familiar, earthy scent wafts towards you.
âWhatâs in the tin, Buck?â you ask rhetorically, as if the odor isnât a dead giveaway.
âJust a little something Iâve been saving for when I could finally get you alone tonight,â he shrugs, slipping the tin back inside the interior pocket of his jacket. Your heart skips a beat at the possibility that maybe heâd been wanting to talk to you, see you, spend time with you as much as you had him.
âIâm just happy to see that you finally have your own weed,â you tease, trying to polish off the remnants of your drink so that you can get the fuck out of here. âNow you can stop smoking all of mine.â
Youâre just giving him a hard time, of course. Youâd lost count of how many times the two of you have smoked together since the night of the meteor shower just two months ago, and you were more than happy to share your supply with him - he gives you a lopsided grin that tells you he knows you donât actually mind.
âHence why I have pre-rolled three joints just for you,â he quips back. âOne for how much time and effort you put into this event, one for conquering your fear of public speaking, and one for how much of your weed you have let me smoke.â
Your cheeks warm at the thoughtful gesture. You swallow the last swig of the brown liquid and slide the glass back across the bar.
âWhat are we waiting for, then? Letâs go get a cab.â
Half an hour later, you and Bucky are in the backseat of the taxi that drives you away from bustling downtown Brooklyn and towards a park that Bucky had instructed the driver to take you to. You didnât object, trusting that he knows this area of New York better than you do.
The driver comes to a stop next to a nearly desolate sidewalk that appears to lead to a waterfront walkway. Bucky hands the driver a handful of cash, tells him to keep the change, and hops out of the cab before extending a hand to you as you scoot across the seat to follow his exit. You mumble a quick thanks to the driver as he helps you onto the sidewalk and shuts the door behind you.
You pull your coat tighter around you, attempting to shield yourself from the chill of the November air. Fall is now in full swing in New York, and the short cocktail dress that you wore to the gala does little to protect you from the night air.
âMe and Steve used to come to this park all the time,â he tells you as he pulls the Altoids tin and a BIC lighter from his jacket. âI vividly remember having to break up a fight he got into just past that fountain when we were teenagers,â he motions towards a large granite fountain ahead of you, âwhen some asshole stole a kid's frisbee.â
You laugh as he passes you a joint and the lighter, able to picture the memory he describes clear as day. It's far from the first time he's told you about a time that he had to get pre-serum Steve out of trouble.
âI donât doubt that for a second,â you mumble as you pinch the tail of the joint between your lips, inhaling as you hold the flame up to the opposite end. A wave of smoke instantly fills your esophagus and lungs with a familiar, comforting burn and you pass the blazing joint back to him. âHeâd still do the exact same thing, too,â you add as you exhale the thick cloud of smoke that mixes with the cold air. âOnly difference now is that he can handle any fight that he gets himself into.â
âSome things never change,â he says before bringing the paper up to his own lips. You follow as he guides you across a small grassy area and to the walkway that runs alongside the river. Truthfully, itâs too chilly to be on a park stroll at this hour in your current attire, but with Buckyâs body heat radiating from directly beside you and the buzz you feel from the weed, youâre surprisingly comfortable.
âOne thing that has changed however,â he continues as youâre inhaling a second hit, âis how well Iâve started sleeping on the nights that we smoke together. On those nights, I don't wake up over a dozen times. Hardly ever even have nightmares anymore.â
Your skin tingles at his admission - a whole flight of butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach that you push down. You know that he means this because of the weed, not because of you, but for some reason - maybe it's the way his arm keeps bumping against yours or the way the moonlight reflects in the pools of his blue eyes as he glances over at you - you let yourself believe, even for just a split second, that you're aiding in bringing him peace on those evenings spent together. On the roof above the living quarters right before bed, or at the edge of the lake's water when you stop after a late run to watch the sunset, or -
âI guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm grateful that I found you up on the roof the night of the meteor shower,â he continues when you don't respond, his voice now possessing a nervous edge. Your mouth suddenly feels dry - the worst cotton-mouth you've ever had times ten. âFor more reasons than one.â
You both gradually slow until you've come to a complete stop in front of a boat dock. Between the martini you had before leaving the gala, the effects of the marijuana, and the way he's looking at you while standing so close, you think it's a miracle that you haven't tripped in these ridiculous chunky heels and fallen into the East River. You clear your throat, hoping that you don't sound like a lovestruck teenager when you speak.
âI'm really glad too, Bucky.â
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You stare down at the picture displayed on your phone screen as you and Natasha take the elevator up to the compound's living quarters.
Rolled and ready for you to be home reads the text attached to the picture of the joint pinched between the thumb and index finger of his flesh hand that Bucky had sent you ten hours ago, before your flight from Arizona to New York was supposed to depart.
Our flight has been delayed due to a thunderstorm. No current ETA your reply reads with a frowny face emoji at the end.
Now, at 2:16 in the morning, you are finally back home hours later than originally expected.
You were sure that Bucky was asleep by this point, and you didn't blame him. You wished you were asleep right now, too. Natasha slept the entire plane ride back to New York.
You, on the other hand, may or may not have spent the plane ride reading back over recent text messages between you and Bucky and zooming in on the picture he had sent you because for some reason you really like his hands. Both of them.
You were acting like a goddamn fifteen year old.
âWhat are you grinning at?â Natasha's voice snaps you out of your trance. You quickly shove your phone into the pocket of your duffel bag.
âI'm not grinning,â you lie, but it's Natasha - of course she sees right through you.
âYou were grinning,â she shrugs with a knowing smirk. âBut it's okay. We'll chalk it up to sleep deprivation.â
âI am sleep deprived, actually. Someone snored the entire flight back home.â
âFor someone who wasn't grinning you sure are being defensive right now,â she retorts with a shit-eating grin as the elevator dings and the door slides open. You roll your eyes as you both step out into the hallway that leads to the living quarters. You turn to the left, towards your bedroom, and she takes a right but then comes to a sudden stop, calling your name. You freeze, turning to look at her with a raised brow.
âFor what it's worth, I think you should go for it. It's obvious to everyone around you two.â She looks at you expectantly.
âGet some rest, Nat,â you huff a small laugh under your breath, and try not to smile. She doesn't press the subject any further.
Before reaching your bedroom, you pause at the door to Bucky's room. You don't knock, but wait to see if you hear any movement from inside. All that you hear is a loud static from his white noise machine.
Although you expected him to be asleep at this hour, you couldn't help but feel a small pang of disappointment that you hadn't been able to get back earlier. You knew you would see him tomorrow (well, technically later today), but you hadn't gone this long - a mere three days - without seeing Bucky since the two of you had become close months ago.
You quietly make your way into your bedroom and toss your duffel bag onto the end of the bed before stripping off the dirty, sweaty tactical suit that you'd been wearing since the early hours of the previous morning.
In your bathroom, you turn the faucet handle to the hottest setting and watch as the small room fills with steam before stepping under the showerhead.
You think about what Natasha said as you scrub your body clean and let the harsh but satisfying stream of water relax your aching shoulder muscles.
You wanted to go for it. Goddamn, you wanted to go for it. Every time you are alone with him - whether he's helping you train with target practice, or you're paired up together for re-con, or you're just simply eating breakfast together in the common area - you want to go for it.
All you have to do is stare at his stupid, pretty pink lips for a split-second too long and you're thinking about going for it.
But for so many reasons, you don't.
Though your heart wants more, you love your friendship with him, too. And you would be devastated if you tried for more and it didn't work out and you lost that friendship altogether.
You also don't know if Bucky wants more. Natasha says that everyone around you sees it, but he's never directly said it. You know there's an undeniable chemistry, but what if you're the only one experiencing it?
You watch the last few suds of your body wash go down the drain and turn the shower off, deciding that it's too late and you're far too tired to be thinking about this right now.
You speed through your post-shower routine, desperate to feel the silk of your bedsheets against your clean, freshly moisturized skin as you drift off to sleep.
You're rolling some deodorant under your arms when a deep, loud cry thunders from somewhere outside of your room causing you to let out a shocked gasp. You drop the object in your hand immediately and it falls to the floor as you rush out of your bedroom, wearing only thin cotton shorts and a matching tank top.
As soon as you step into the hallway, you are able to identify where the screams are coming from. Pained, booming yells originate from behind the door directly across from your own.
Buckyâs room.
You don't hesitate to twist the doorknob, letting yourself and shutting the door behind you.
The pale orange glow of a small table lamp in the far corner of his bedroom illuminates the room enough for you to make sense of what is happening. The sight before you makes your heart sink to the floorboards.
He's asleep - his eyes pinched shut and his brows furrowed together in obvious agony. He's shirtless, and his skin looks pale and clammy with thick beads of sweat littered from his forehead to his torso.
There's a meek voice in the back of your mind that tries to remind you that you don't know what you're walking into, as you've never encountered Bucky while he's having a nightmare before but he looks so fucking pitiful that your only concern is alleviating him from whatever prison of torment his mind is currently trapped in.
You rush over to the side of the bed, nearly tripping on the comforter that he's apparently through to the floor in his sleep. Both of his hands form tight fists, his knuckles strained pale. He lets out another guttural yell that causes you to instinctively flinch away.
âBucky,â you say, attempting to keep your voice from breaking. âWake up, Bucky. You're having a nightmare.â
He gives no indication that he can hear you, his head thrashing violently and fists slamming down against his mattress as he makes a pitiful whimper.
âBucky,â you repeat, leaning down to perch on the few inches of free space on the side of the bed. You reach out to place your hand on the flesh of his bicep, about to attempt to gently stir him awake, when he shoots straight up in his bed. You flinch again, but don't move from your position next to him, firming your grasp on his bicep in an effort to ground him. His blue eyes are as wide as saucers and his chest heaves as he takes in his surroundings.
âYou're okay,â you assure him in a soft, uncertain voice, rubbing your thumb in circles against the skin of his flesh arm. âIt was just a bad dream. Everything isââ
âI could have hurt you,â he interrupts you, his voice faltering on the last word. âI could haveââ
âYou didn't hurt me,â you interrupt him back. âYou're okay, and I'm okay, too.â He nods, and you can tell he's trying to convince himself that the words you say are true.
You quickly glance around his room until you find what you're looking for. Strewn on the floor next to his bedside table, you see a black t-shirt. You reach over, picking it up. You hesitate for a moment before slowly extending the fabric to Bucky's face, where you delicately wipe away the thin layer of sweat that glistens on his forehead. He relaxes into the movement, his eyes closing until you pull away.
âI'm sorry that I woke you up,â he murmurs after a moment of heavy silence.
âYou didn't wake me up,â you assure him quickly. He watches you with something akin to guilt across his features. âI had just gotten out of the shower. We didn't get home until half an hour ago.â
He glances down, noticing your attire. You suddenly feel naked in only the thin gray shorts and tank top. You awkwardly clear your throat, reaching to place the t-shirt on his bedside table when something catches your eye. Bucky follows your gaze to the joint laying on his bedside table.
âI tried to wait up for you,â he exhales a soft laugh. âEnded up passing out around midnight.â Your whole body warms at his admission. The idea that he tried to force himself to stay awake just so he could see you when you got home makes you feel dizzy despite the fact that you're sitting down.
âDo you want to now? To help you sleep?â you ask, gesturing towards the joint. You don't even care that it's three in the morning and that you're borderline delirious from lack of sleep.
He takes one of your hands in between his own and brings it closer to him, giving it a tight squeeze as he shakes his head.
âNo, I know you're tired. But could you just..â He trails off, bringing your hand clutched between his up to his mouth to rest his lips against the skin of the back of your hand. It's not quite a kiss, but it sends goosebumps across your flesh nonetheless. You're holding your breath without realizing it. âCould you just lay with me for a while?â
You nod your head in agreement without even thinking about it. âYeah - yeah, of course,â you answer, hoping that you don't sound too eager while simultaneously knowing that your voice has risen several octaves.
You lean over once again, grabbing his comforter off of the floor as Bucky scoots towards the middle of the king sized bed to give you room to crawl in beside him. He extends his flesh arm away from his body, a clear indication that he wants you to lay in the space between his arm and his chest. You lay down, tucking your head under his chin so that your cheek rests against the mildly clammy but soft skin of his chest. He helps you tug the thick blanket across your bodies before bringing his arm around your abdomen, pinning you to him.
Luckily, youâre far too tired, and heâs far too warm for you to overthink it.
âYou smell really good,â he murmurs into your hair and you hope that his preternatural abilities donât pick up on the way your heart skips a beat. âI probably smell like sweat.â
You hum a laugh against his chest, sniffing the skin next to your nose without thinking about it.
âYou donât smell like sweat. You smell just as good as you always do, somehow,â you assure him, reveling in his unique scent of vetiver and something citrusy.
Youâre both quiet for a moment, sleep threatening to overtake you at any moment when he brings two metal fingers to the underside of your chin and gently tilts your face to look up at him. Your breath is trapped in your chest at the close proximity of your lips and his.
âRemember the night of the gala, when I told you that Iâd started sleeping better and having less nightmares since weâd started smoking together before bed?â
You nod, not trusting your voice to answer verbally. Heâs so fucking close, you can smell the spearmint of his toothpaste from when heâd brushed his teeth hours ago.
âThat was true,â he continues, looking down at you with an indiscernible expression. âBut what Iâm now realizing is that I donât think it has anything to do with the weed,â he pauses, a small smile forming across his face. âItâs just you.â
You canât stop the smile that blooms in return, just as you canât stop what you do next.
Closing the distance between your lips and his own, you kiss him as youâve thought about doing for months now. Youâre hesitant at first, worrying that youâve crossed that line that you can never go back over - but then heâs moving his mouth with your own in a synchronicity sweeter than you could have dreamed.
His arms dart under the comforter, wrapping around your body and pulling you even tighter against him. You bring one of your hands to cup his face as he sweeps his tongue along the swell of your bottom lip. You open up for him, letting him inside your mouth as you move your hand from his jaw to his hair - lacing your fingers through the short brown locks as he explores your mouth. Your thigh hooks around his, and it takes everything in you to hold back - to not swing yourself over him and lay the full weight of your body flush against his.
Heâs just had a nightmare, and itâs late, and youâre tired, and you donât want to move this sweet, special thing that you have too quickly.
He pulls away, and you fight against whimpering at the loss of the sensation of his soft lips.
âThe night of the meteor shower,â he starts, his voice strained and his pupils dilated. âYou told me to make a wish, and I did. Now that itâs come true, I can tell you what it was I wished for,â he pauses, running his metal thumb across your kiss-swollen bottom lip as you look at him expectantly, waiting for him to go on. âI wished for as many moments like that as I could possibly get with you.â
Your heart swells in your chest. You're convinced that you're asleep because this is something straight out of your dreams. You remove your hand from his hair, placing it directly above his heart to make yourself believe this is real.
âSpeaking of meteor showers,â you start as you trail the tips of your fingers over the defined planes of his chest. âThere's supposed to be a cool show at the planetarium in Manhattan this weekend. Do you want to go with me?â
His answer is a soft smile before attaching his lips to yours once more.
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EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (2)
Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. (wc: 5264)
You swung your legs over the edge, feet ghosting just above the calm lake that surrounded this part of the forest. It was a bit far from the village, but you felt more at ease knowing that you wouldnât be found easily. This was your own place and ironically enough, a spot you and Jake had found years ago. You could see the familiar marks left from the arrows you had shot, deeply engraved in some of the trunks.Â
One drawing had caught your eye. From one of the trees, a bit taller than the rest; an image of you and your father. It was silly, clearly etched by the hands of a kid no older than six. The lines were harsh as the wood itself was tough, but it was thereâ almost mockingly. You scoffed, mindlessly grabbing a pebble and flinging it right on the center.Â
You have barely moved since you arrived here; detached yourself the moment you had sat near the jagged rocks. It was a habit you presumed you got from Jake. The longer you stayed, the more you succumbed to your ever-bleeding woundsâ there was just something so tragic about being an eldest daughter.  Â
You werenât all bite, despite the constant snarl on your lips. You weren't so egotistical as to think that you couldn't possibly be wrong, but tonight, tonight you knew damn well Jake was to blame.Â
âIs it because Iâm not your daughter?âÂ
Your own voice had rang through your mind. You wince in response, cringing internally. That could very well be the caseâ you weren't part of their family. You canât help but think that they may have done it out of pity.Â
But Kiri wasnât exactly their own either. In fact, you and Kiri werenât at all opposites at birth.
While you came from Tsuâtey, she was from Grace; both of you from separate blood and brought together by one. However you werenât exactly close to Eywa or have the skills she possessed. Kiri was undeniably specialâ spiritual and awfully attuned. Heck, she had managed to tame her own ikran simply by asking it to be her friend.Â
Still, there was no reason for Jake to treat you differently. You were jealousâ of course you are. If heâs able to be as gentle as he is with your baby sister, why couldnât he with you? It was a sickening thought, to think that he acts so rigid and unrelenting around you while he looked at her like she had hanged every star in the night sky. Sure Kiri was special, but you were at least his daughter too. Canât he spare you even just a second of a loving glance?
With Kiri, he listens intentlyâ looks at her with such tenderness as he takes in her every word. It was the same gaze he wore whenever we visited the sky-people lab; Jake would stare a bit too long at Grace, expression somewhere along the line of reminiscing. Whenever he had moments like these, his eyes would hold some sort of longingâ a promise. Perhaps it was because Grace meant the world to himâ literally. She taught him everything about Pandora, showed him the way of the Naâvi; gave him another shot at living.Â
Kiri was exactly like her mother; wise and cunning. Jake probably sees Grace in her very image. Â
Youâd think this would be the embodiment of every father with their daughters; kind and vulnerable, but you would argue otherwise. When he looked at you, it was more of regretâ grief prolonging. It was a gaze so ugly and unwanted; a weight youâre not supposed to carry.Â
Because youâre exactly like Tsuâtey and Jake sees him in yourself.Â
It was no secret that Jake was softer when it came to Tuk and Kiri. While you are relieved that it had been that way, you can never pray for them to experience the struggles you are burdened withâ it tugged on your heartstrings that you would never feel the warmer side of your father; will never know how it feels to be babied nor to be held gently.Â
You were her daughter too so you didnât understand. What made you any different from them that you had to pretend his love was hidden beneath his icy glares and dismissive grunts? These were emotions nonethelessâ however odd or minuscule they may have been. You thought that maybe, just maybe, thereâd be a crack to this exterior. Maybe if you tried harder, Jake would soften up to you too.Â
But that wasnât the case because he never did. You had picked apart pieces of yourself that you thought werenât pleasingâ did better despite your age. You were young and only yearned for your fatherâs approval.Â
( âYouâre not doing it right. Again.âÂ
As you stretched your already sore arms for the nth time, ready to take aim, his hands tug on your stanceâ a bit harsher than intended. Light continued to glare down on your figure as you tirelessly corrected your posture again. Your ears pricked up at the sound of your siblingâs laughter, coming to you from afar. You stole a glance at them as they continued to play and enjoy themselves by the water, their childish exuberance highlighted by their splashing around in the shallow waves.
âCanât I take a break?â You whined, dropping your stiff shoulders. Hearing them have fun made you want to jump in as well.Â
âI didnât let you talk my ear off just to give up. Come on, you promised me a bullseye today, baby girl.â He said, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You look down to your feet, a bit embarrassed. You didnât want him to not take you seriouslyâ you fear that if you let him down now, he wouldnât let you do anything again. âJust one hit and Iâll let you offââ
His head turns sharply towards Kiri as she calls out for Jake, asking him to join them in their game. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle as he yells back a short response of âin a minute.â
âAgain, come on.â His hands move quickly and firmly grasp your arms, helping you back to the same position before. âIâll be watching, promise.â With a light tap on your shoulder, he rushes off, chasing after your siblings towards the water.
The quicker you got it done, the sooner you would be able to play. You pulled on the string again and released a heavy sigh before releasing the arrow. After several tries of firing shots that missed their mark, you finally managed to hit dead center with one shot. Your eyes widen in surprise, disbelief crossing your face before you jump excitedly, âDid you see that, dad? Did youââ
Your yell was instantly drowned out by Lo'ak's hearty laugh. You couldn't help but feel deflated as you watched your father lift him up onto his shoulders while the others trailed behind them in a fit of giggles. You run towards them, bow in hand.Â
âYou werenât watchingââ You tried to pull his hand in your direction, gesturing towards the arrow that was still firmly embedded into the red ring you had created on the trunk of the tree.
"Ah, darn, I missed it?" He said between breathy chuckles as Kiri tried to tug on his tail from behind, barely taking note of your work. "Why don't you do it again? This time I'll be sure to pay attention."
âBut I want to play with you now.âÂ
âDadâ Neteyam caught something! Itâs huge, come look!â Jake slowly lowers Lo'ak from his shoulders, letting them pull him towards where Neteyam stood. The children squealed at the sight of the fish (with Kiri letting out a few disgusted gags), but Jake reveled in pride. âYeah, Neteyam, the mighty fisherman!â
You stayed still on the shore watching themâ watching him. It was so easy to lose your fatherâs attention despite your best efforts. You retreated back to your spot, eyes glaring at the arrow sticking out from the tree. If a single bullseye wasnât enough to impress Jake, then youâd just have to perfect your aim. Your hits will never miss again and youâll make him proud.)Â
You were clueless. If only you knew that there was no satisfying your father, you wouldâve spent the days tirelessly training to play insteadâ to be an actual kid without having the worries of a grown adult.Â
You could leave. At the thought of it, your head swiveled towards the unfamiliar path that would take you away from the clanâ away from everything you know. You could leave and never come back; take your fatherâs name and build your own person. There was this selfish thought pricking at the back of your brain that once they noticed your absence, everyone would look for you and even feel sorry for what they put you through; that Jake would be sorry to lose you.Â
You wonder what kind of reputation you'd leave for him when everyone realizes you had run away, never to come back. But it was unfairâ your mother would be devastated. Neytiri had already gone through enough, were you worth another heartbreak? She didnât deserve that.Â
Suppose you could only dream that Jake would put on an effort for a search partyâ for him to grow hopeless and regretful while searching for you. You could only dream that heâd run towards you, arms wide open. âYou scared me, sweetheart. I thought I lost you. Iâm sorry, dadâs sorry.âÂ
But youâve been away for hours and no one has reached out yet. They probably assumed that you only needed some time and space to clear your head, not seeing any cause for alarm. The only thing that waited for you back home was a hell of a scolding and a weekâs punishment of tending the ikrans. Sighing, you decided to just head back. Â
Your steps are carefulâ silent, as you near your hut again. You expected for the worst. Neytiri could have told Jake to stay guard outside until you finally decided to come home for all you know, but you werenât ready for another heated conversation with him just yet. So as you make your way back, you stick your neck out behind the bushes, trying to make out of the surroundings.Â
Surprisingly, it wasnât Jake that was waiting outside. It was Kiri. Her figure glows underneath the starry night and it was hard not to be discouraged, but you suppose it was better than having to deal with your father again.Â
"Kiri?" You called out in a low voice, and instantly her head snapped up. She quickly jumps to her feet upon seeing your arrival, heart racing as she rushes towards you. Without hesitation, she wraps her arms tightly around you in a hug. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to try and steady herself. âOh great mother, thank you.â
You tentatively put your arms around her in response, hands patting the top of her head. âThis isnât the first time I ran from home,â Your voice is softâ unsure.Â
Feeling your hesitance, she slowly withdraws from you. âBut itâs the first time sempul has said something so..â She stops herself mid-sentence, shaking her head as if to clear away her thoughts. âI worry youâd finally want to leave.âÂ
You stared at her, feeling your insides soften. You could never get angry at Kiri, no matter the situation. You couldnât just leave. She was your sister still and no one would ever understand you like she does. No one will ever grow you another sibling. As much as you hated yourself, you were meant to watch as she thrives. Â
Siblings were such a weird concept; it was hard for you to wrap your head around it. Despite the fact that you could hate them with every fibre of your being, youâd still love them unconditionally and protectively; despise them but burn down the whole universe for their safety. It made no sense to be so full of such strong, conflicting emotions all at once, but she was your sister and that was enough explanation.
âStupid eywa-powers.â You joke as you take your index finger, lightly pressing it against her forehead. She playfully swats your hand away with a laugh, eyes crinkling.
She silently murmurs, âNot stupidâ to herself, a small laugh escaping her lips.
You two slowly sat on your wicker chairs in front of the fire. The seat creaked as you made yourself comfortable. Jake was real handy with his hands back thenâ made all sorts of things for everyone. Wooden Toruks, comfortable hammocks, and each one a special chair. Everyoneâs name was etched on the back and although it was a bit smaller now, considering it was made for when you were toddlers, no one had grown out of sitting on it.Â
You smiled at the memory. It was like tradition for the Sully familyâ a silly one, but loved nonetheless. He first made you the wicker chair and although it was rather flimsy, you argued that Neteyam should have one as well when he came around.Â
It was so conflictingâ to be able to remember your father was mean, despite being kind, then to know him as kind, despite being mean. You fear Jake could be every word you think of but the word father.Â
âRemember that time when we played hide-and-seek and we all thought Loâak cheated by hiding back at home only to find out we left him at the forest?â Kiri spoke, eyes fixated at the flames.Â
You chuckled, âYeah, even dad was in on itâ told us not to tell mom that we left him.â
âOhâ and that one time they left us to Moâat to have their little dates and came home to see grandma knocked out and her hut a mess?â
You laughed, rather loudly this time. You remembered the memory like it was yesterdayâ little Neteyam wrapped from head to toe in bandages as you two tried to play healers; pastes and herbs were scattered everywhere while Loâak was playing to his own devices happily (something about kid Loâak and wanting to play alone most of the time). âLoâak and his lisp trying to explain why he was covered in warrior paint all over his body.â
âKi-ti told me to do it!â Kiri squeaked out in her best impression of Loâak, before both of you burst into smothered laughterâ careful not to wake anyone up. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, the area was silent once more. There was no sound other than the crackle of the fire, its flame illuminating the darkness in the vicinity.Â
âIâm trying to see the situation in both perspectives,â She starts once the quietness grows unbearable. You averted your gaze, not wanting to talk it out with her.
âI really donât wanna talk about it, Kiri.â You threw your head back, your eyes burning a hole into the night sky.
âI just donât want it to explode like what happened a while ago again.âÂ
You kiss your teeth and let out an exasperated sigh, tongue clicking as you exhale. Deep down you knew that there was no getting out of this situation, so you may as well hear what they had to say. âFine. Whatâs your diagnosis, doc?âÂ
The flap of the hut's entrance is suddenly thrown back, revealing a rather disoriented looking Lo'ak stumbling out. It's clear he had just been stirred from his slumber. âYou two arenât as quiet as you think you are.â He said, his voice low. He made his way over to Kiri and sat down beside her with an audible yawn. âWhat is it this time?â
âEywa tells me of your troubles,â Kiri starts, ignoring Loâak. âFather isnât at all the greatest, I know, but heâs tryingâ His choices aren't really the best, but itâs what he knows. If you think about it, he was just as young once and you donât exactly become a father twice.âÂ
âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âSheâs sayingâ cut him some slack, maybe?â Lo'ak breaks the stillness with an unexpected remark, his voice quite loud in comparison to Kiri's careful words. His comment catches you off guard and you shift your position uncomfortably on your seat.
âBrother, you really have to stop going out with Spider. You and your lingo is getting harder and harder to discern.â Kiri jabs him from the side, âWhat he means to say isâ maybe you should try being the bigger person instead?â
You let out a deep breath through your nostrils, not enjoying the direction of the conversation. Your brow crinkles in concentration as you try to make sense of why the discussion was taking this turn. You had no desire to pick apart the problem any further and yet, here you wereâ perhaps Neytiri told them to talk some sense to you? To quiet down for the sake of your old man?
Already sensing your anger, Loâak quickly interjects again. âListen, Itâs like,â He turns to you, the grogginess in his expression fading away and being replaced by something more serious. âIf dad happens to reprimand us, we save our excuses or any reason we have. The response he wants is an apology and an apology is what youâre going to sayâ thatâs it.â
âBut thatâs unfair.â You let out a groan, lips turning into a deep frown. âEspecially to you and Neteyam.â
Loâak only lets out a playful scoff, as if heâs trying to lighten the mood. âYou mean, especially to Neteyam. Broâs an automated machineâ expect him to immediately take the blame.â He says, grinning. âI think dad is just.. cracking the code still? Shit, I donât know. He had to learn to live on two different stars. It must be hard on him.â
âDoesnât it hurt you? Trying to understand someone older?âÂ
Loâak stills for a minute as heavy silence envelopes everyone. âOf course it does. It stings a lot sisâ but I think, no parent deserves a resentful son when all they wanted was for me to be better.âÂ
Then it crashes down upon you like a heavy sack filled with rocks, a realization pressing directly against your chest as you watch Loâakâs face, illuminated against the flicker of the flamesâ the lights cast an image you failed to recognize before. Your brothers werenât exactly immune to Jakeâs ways either. He was equally as tough on them.Â
Maybe you can try for their sake. Maybe you should take the initiative instead of waiting for your fatherâs open arms.Â
âWhy donât you join us tomorrow instead? Take your mind off things. Weâre visiting the old shack with Spider,â Lo'ak's hand carefully reaches for your hair, the tips of his fingers ruffling through your braidsâ a gesture he picked up after Neteyam. You chuckle, suddenly slightly embarrassed.Â
âIsnât it dangerous?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed.Â
âIt is,â Kiri answers for Loâak, giving him a pointed glare. âTuk heard about it and is begging to come along.âÂ
âMore like blackmailed meâ Iâll tell mom if you wonât let me come.â He put on a mocking impression of Tuk, sticking his tongue out in an exaggerated way. Kiri gave him another jab, causing him to hiss in response. âBut it should be safe.âÂ
Kiri rolls her eyes. âWe are so getting into trouble.â
âYou guys go,â You say, back resting against the chair again. âThink I should fix the situation with dad first before getting in trouble again.âÂ
You feel Kiriâs eyes on youâ gaze emitting a sense of gratitude, almost like a tangible thank you for trying. Itâs funny how sheâs younger than you and yet she looked out for you more than you had.Â
You let out a deep sigh as the three of you settled in, reveling in the quiet serenity of the woods. The soft sounds of the forest enveloped you, providing a sense of calm that was hard to miss. Slowly, it lulled you all to a familiar kind of comfort.Â
Breakfast was unsurprisingly silent.Â
You felt like the room was full of robots, their limbs jerking and movements mechanically programmed as they ate. As everyone shifted ever so slightly, it seemed almost like they were doing it robotically - stiff and slow. It was like they were walking on eggshells around you and it was hard not to roll your eyes.Â
It was painfully awkwardâ a hard watch as Jake tried hard not to make eye contact with you. Neytiri would occasionally jab him from the side and pinch the fat of his thigh. âTalk to her.â â her glare would send him the message.Â
He lets out a sigh before visibly gulping. âY/n.âÂ
Your head suddenly jerks upwards from the bowl resting in your lap, startled by your fatherâs voice calling for you. Neytiri watches in anticipation while your heart pounded madly against your chest. Suddenly, the air fills with tension as all movement ceases. Not a single soul speaks or breathesâ waiting.
âPass the salt.â Jesus Christ.Â
You give him a deadpan expression, stretching your arms over to pass it to him. He carefully takes it, shaking it over his already salty meal. Neytiri could only push her hands against her face in frustration, a groan of exasperation coming from deep within. After a few minutes, she finishes up and leaves with Tuk in her arms. The rest follow suit. Â
âIâm off,â You finish cleaning up the table, standing up from your seat and grabbing the weapons you needed for an impromptu hunt. Without waiting for a reply, you left Jake alone on the table.Â
As you trekked further into the forest, you prayed to Eywa for guidance. You were careful to smear the war paint onto your cheeks and foreheadâ breathing labored, but focused nonetheless.Â
You figured, your father has been doing bad from the recent huntsâ only coming home with fruits and small portions of meat, sometimes none at all. It was that kind of season where the animals were out to hide and hibernate. You didnât know where you got the confidence that youâd be able to return with something, considering the best next best warriors could hardly do so.Â
You had to try regardless; you thought that perhaps it could be a way for you and Jake to open up a conversation with each other. Maybe he could soften down his glare a bit when you come home with something to eatâ but as hours passed and the sun burned to noon, you were only met with disappointment.Â
You stopped by an unfamiliar area, leaning against a tree as you tried to catch your breath. You regret not bringing your ikran with youâ just what were you thinking?
As if the great mother had noticed your desperation, a familiar sound roars from a distance. Your ears perked up as you tried to walk through the thick bushes. A lone sturmbeest, drinking by the river. You sighed in relief before hurriedly taking your bow out of your back. They mostly traveled by a herd, but today might just be your luckiestâ you stretch your arms, carefully approaching the animal.Â
Just this once, you pleaded, be in my favor.Â
The journey home was dreadful. You had been carrying meat and a few bones for what seemed like hours on end, feeling the strain in your back from the task. It was a small sturmbeestâ presumably female by the size, but it should be enough to provide meals for a week or so. Before you knew it, eclipse approached fast and you were eager to meet your hammock.Â
You couldnât see; unable to hold any form of light as you needed both hands to carry the heavy sack, but the thought of going home with something to proudly show your father rekindled the sense of pride that was long gone; a feeling you hadn't had in a long timeâ burned by the countless times youâve tried to gain even a drop of recognition.
You were successful in hunting a sturmbeest when no one couldnât for the past weeksâ your father would be proud and that was all the strength you needed to continue waking.Â
Noticing the familiar path back to the clan, a surge of adrenaline courses through your body from the thought of already nearing home. But as the horns blared from the village, you felt nothing but confusionâ What could it mean and why this late? You quickened your pace towards them.Â
Ikrans flew in, landing at the open space as everyone gathered around. You squeezed your way in through the crowdâ stomach churning as the sound of Tuk's cries became more and more clear with every step; but before you could run to your baby sister, you were harshly pulled back. You immediately recognize your fatherâs calloused hands, but this time his grip was harshâ unrelenting. Careful not to trip on your feet, you steadied yourself, head looking up to meet his glare.Â
âWhere were you?âÂ
And just like that, your thoughts come crashing down around you from the sight of your father towering your figure, leaning in slightly. You feel it in the pit of your stomach; this wasn't what you wanted to come home to, this wasn't what you were expecting.
âSir IââÂ
âThe kids are hurt,â Neytiri hissed, tugging him sharply away from you. âFor once, hold your tongue.â
He gives you one last glance, nostrils flaring as he walks away. That was your cue to trail behind. You walked behind him, eyes cast downwards as your thoughts raced through your mind. Neytiri is quick to come and stand by your side, soft kisses pressed into the top of your head. âAre you hurt, maâite? Where were you?â She softly asks.Â
You pause, feeling the words on the tip of your tongue leave the moment you try to open your mouth to speak. For some reason, you felt embarrassedâ ashamed.Â
âWhat happened?â You whispered as you neared your grandmotherâs hut. You glanced back to your siblingâs shivering figures, all of them unable to look you in the eye. Neytiri didnât answer eitherâ didnât know how to tell you that they had found them once again. They processed the severity of the situation still, clearly shaken up and scared.Â
Everyone stepped inside, Mo'at immediately gathering each of them in a warm embrace. She spoke her thanks to Eywa in a gentle murmur, kissing the top of their heads. Neytiri quickly drew Tuk into her own arms, easing her shaking body.Â
âOutside, now.â Jake whispers before leaving. You take one last look around at all the people in the room before finally following him, your palms beginning to sweat as your anxiety intensifies.
Once you both find yourselves in a place where there were no lingering stares or whispers, (and without Neytiri having to save your ass this time), he turns to you, anger just as fiery as before. He strides back and forth, feet heavy on the ground as he attempts to choose his words carefully.
âIââ He started to speak, but then averted his gaze, his jaw clenched tight as he tried again. âWhere were you?âÂ
You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you mull over the question, taking a deep breath before finally attempting to answer. âI went out on a hunt. I haveââ
âWithout telling anyone firsthand? With scattered avatars over the perimeter?â Jake is quick to interject, arms flailing in anger. âJust what were you thinking? You knew about them going to the old shack and you did nothing to prevent it?âÂ
Your shoulders slump wearily, feeling extremely overwhelmed. âI only wanted toââ
âJesus Christ, itâs always about what you want, yeah? You with wanting to be oloâeykte, you with wanting to be heard. You and your goddamn wants had us all worried!âÂ
And as you listen to him raise his voice, you turn younger and youngerâ until you were that same kid trying to tug on his arms to look at your first hit; that same kid who would do anything just for a moment of his time. It was like being ten years old all over again and realizing that he was slowly slipping away. Thatâs where you finally decided that Jakeâ your father, was just capable of unloving a child.Â
You take a step back, feeling the frustration boiling over as well. âWell maybe if you were a better father, they wouldnât have the need to go against you every once in a while!â You shouted with the same volume as his, âYou act as if weâre some sort of troops rather than a familyââ
âI do it for youâ for everyone! To keep them safe! You think itâs easy?âÂ
âWell you did a pretty good job because from what I see, theyâre shaking in their boots inside grandmaâs hut!â You sarcastically remarked, âBest dad of Pandora, yeah?âÂ
âJesus Christ,â He mutters under his breath before looking up, as if he was pleading for Eywa to lengthen his patience. He then looked at you, eyes momentarily softening. You were breathing heavily, fangs baring. It was funny, he thought. You werenât his daughter and yet you stood in front of him now looking exactly like him.Â
What he didnât understand was that it wasn't Tsuâteyâs attitude that was passed down to youâ rather, it was Jakeâs anger you inherited. This was all him. All his fault.Â
âI thought I had it good, having Toruk Makto as a father. Five year old me was the proudest, if not a bit boastful too.â You muttered, gaze not meeting his. âThereâs this huge difference that draws the line between being the oloâeyktan and a father and youâre doing a real shit job at the latter.â
I miss the latter, you failed to say.Â
You failed to see the way his ears flattened against his head, how his shoulders dropped like he couldnât hold the weight of the worldâs pressure anymoreâ but you were unable to see him. No, you two didnât see each other eye to eye. To know that you failed your child was something a parent would never want to hear. His own daughter resented him and it was a heartache beyond repair.Â
âYou think you make parenting any easier for me?âÂ
âThen I wish you never took me in!âÂ
It was such a thoughtless thing to do; to utter words that you know will only harm you more than they would ever heal - but it was there, finally out of your system; a though that lingered for as long as you can remember. Why take me in? Why raise a kid you wouldn't be able to care for?
You only wished that words could be undone but neither of you knew when to bite one's tongue back.
âYeah?â He challenged, letting out a mocking snicker. âI really wish I didnâtâ is that what you want me to say? Then go ahead and leave. Find a new family, see if they wonât find you any less difficult.â
And that was the final blowâ the push you needed to leave. You looked at him in disbelief, vision blurry with tears. You shoved the bag right to his chest, forgetting it momentarily amidst the shouting session you just had with your father; the one you desperately wanted to present to him. With nothing else to say, you stormed off, leaving him behind.Â
Oh Eywa, there is nothing else as undoing as being an eldest daughter.Â
believe me, i've been trying to post this since 7 am and it's already a quarter 'til 9. tumblr has got to b fucking w me bec i just ran through at least 4 problems trying to get this on my account
anyway, hellaur. i know this is a bit overdue, but i had to make adjustments because i just had to get everyone's inputs and opinions in! i absolutely LOVE everyone's ideas nd you best believe i am trying to make everything word (also bec of the fact that i am a slow writer, so pls bear w me) hopefully i'm doing the story justice! this part went through a lot of modifications bec i kept feeling unsatisfied (i still am, kinda)
also, i couldn't tag a few people! 'm so sorry, some of the names don't pop up when i type it down ;(
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World-building in Building Thunder #2 - Sculpting; Clay, Pots, and Grinders Chicoryjump of ThunderClan guides Sedgepaw through sculpting a rainwater pot. Meanwhile, Elmpaw and Wortpaw take advantage of the fact that their teacher is distracted.
Clay is a valuable resource to the lake Clans! Itâs used to sculpt bowls and pots, the latter of which are used to store rainwater and honey.
Gathering and Processing Clay - Natural clay is gathered from riverbeds. Cats collect it by shoveling with the paws, sticks, etc, then moving it to a nice flat surface for processing. - Processing involves cleaning the clay (picking out sticks and pebbles) then mixing in sand, which helps it hold its shape. While the sand isnât totally necessary, itâs better to mix it in now rather than deal with misshapen pottery. Finally, the clay is sculpted into the desired shape and left to dry in a sunny location.
Bowls and Grinders - Mortar & pestle for cats! Used by medicine cats (to make poultices) and RiverClan warriors (to prepare mashed salmon). - Bowl is crafted out of clay. The grinder is just a small rock that can be held in the mouth (often surrounded by moss for comfort). - Bowls can be made in a variety of sizes! Usually theyâre small, but RiverClan makes bigger ones in late greenleaf to mash salmon in. - Bowls are often crafted in batches and may be traded between Clans that have a good relationship.
Pots - Pots have two uses in Clan culture: storing rainwater and storing honey. Rainwater is collected for cats who canât leave camp, while honey is an invaluable antibacterial. - Crafted out of clay and topped with a cover. The cover is woven and weighed down with a rock to keep it in place. - Rainwater pots are larger than honey pots and stored around the edges of camp. When water needs to be collected, theyâre rolled out into the clearing and left there during rainfall; to prevent disease, they need to be emptied after about two days. - Honey pots are stored in the medicine den and are strictly off-limits to anyone but the healers.
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IF ONLY YOU KNEW PART TWO - L.H.
Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of everything that occurred last night, Logan decides it's time to stop running from his desires. [Set during Logan (2017)]
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Themes of grief and death, Language
A/N: Thank you so much for the love on part one! Didn't expect it to blow up that much. Good news is, it gave me the motivation to write more, so I have lots of ideas for Logan fics!
MASTERLIST | PART ONE
Over two hundred years, Death had become all too familiar for Logan. A foe that kept barreling in his direction, but always fizzled out before it reached him, instead striking those he cherished the most. When he was younger, he used to revel in feeling of being indestructible, immortal even. That faded away rather quickly once he realised what a curse it was, a cruel joke he grew tired of. Alas, the universe continued laughing.
He thought he could avoid all the unnecessary pain and misery by severing all ties to humanity, retreating to the ends of the world all by his lonesome. But not even the strongest soldier could resist the craving for connection for that long. When Charles had offered a place in his sanctuary, he refused at first, wondering why the universe always seemed to work against him.Â
Eventually, the need to distance himself from everything and everyone became smaller. Charles had given him a home, a family, a sense of belonging and after a while, you. Logan was not one for retrospection, but he often recollects how drastically his life had changed once heâd accepted the responsibility of being an X-Man. How heâd gained a new purpose. He owed everything to Charles Xavier.
The shovel in his hand gets heavier by the second. He stops digging for a moment, sensing a whole lot of anger, sorrow and desperation waiting to burst out of him. He knew the end was near for Charles, ever since the incident the old man was barely hanging on. There were times when he wished Charles would just let go, just stop fighting against his mind and body, for his own sake. But that didnât make his death hurt any less.
His own exhaustion was catching up to him too, having spent the last few days - hell, the last few months - putting everyone else before himself. He hasnât been able to rest despite all your efforts.
As the last of the dirt falls onto the grave, Logan staggers backwards, his shoulders knock into the tree. He slides against the trunk a little as his knees begin to loosen under his weight, unsure whether itâll be the adamantium poisoning or heartache thatâll get him first.
Lauraâs sniffling snaps his attention, he watches as she curls into your embrace, nothing you were saying stops the tears from escaping. He can see youâre trying to keep your composure for the little girl, but he knows youâre just inches away from completely breaking down. Charles was the father youâd chosen, he had saved your life just as heâd done for countless others, brought you into his arms and gave you something to live and fight for. He knows youâre as defeated as he is right now. Despite every cell in his body aching to comfort you, he understands you need the time and space to grieve in your own way.
After moments of silence, the three of you return to the car. There wasnât a lot of time left for Laura to find her friends and cross the border to get to freedom. Logan uses that to ground himself to reality, helping her would be a way to honour Charles, for everything he had done and represented. He vows that heâll grant her wishes, even if itâs the last thing heâll do. He owes that to Laura, to Charles and to you.
The stars twinkle miles above, painting the night sky with their luminous hue. Logan pulls into the roadside near a lake, deciding itâs in the best interest of everyone to rest tonight. He steps out the car, scouting for a decent place to start a fire. Laura silently accompanies him to gather wood, her eyes follow you as you wander towards the lake, away from the two of them.
Logan senses her need rush to your side, he shakes his head slightly, understanding her distress, âSheâll be okay, kid.â It comes out a little hoarse, having been the first words heâd spoken all day.
All the smoking heâd done in the last two centuries comes in handy, he uses his lighter to spark flames, tending to it before it settles into a calm fire. He runs his hand down his face, his mind has been in overdrive for too long and all he wants is for one moment of quiet. Where he can surrender, stop trying to survive and just live.
âWhy are you hiding?â Laura asks him, holding her hands toward the flame.
âWhat?â
She turns her head to find you in the distance sitting down on the grass with your feet in the water, âFrom her.â
Logan follows her line of sight, âYou donât know what youâre talkinâ about, kid.âÂ
âYou want to die. Charles told me.â
He scoffs, the name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, âWhat else did he tell you?â
âTo not let you.â She stands, finally meeting his eyes. âTell her. If you want to be happy.â She doesnât stick around for his response, instead making her way back to the car to sleep.
Her words strike a chord in him, he huffs lightly, ducking his head into his chest. What the hell did she know? Happiness wasnât something he envisioned for himself. No, that often came in the form of alcohol or stupid cage fights. He never let himself indulge in anything else, having learned his lessons from what seems like a lifetime ago.Â
The leaves crunching under your footsteps draws his attention, you sit down an arm's length away, prodding the fire with a stick. He doesnât know how to address the giant elephant hanging in between the two of you. Last night, when youâd asked the question, the answer was right there on the tip of his tongue. So easy and so simple. But he withdrew, in such a cowardly manner too, deflecting as if he doesnât ache for you with each passing day.
âHe taught me how to play chess.â
He studies you for a brief moment, the tear tracks on your face shine against the orange hue of the fire.
âWe used to sit every day, in the garden, Iâd run straight to him after classes were done.â You continue, a fond smile on your face, âI was convinced he was cheating, you know? I never beat him.â
Your resolve crumbles and sadness washes over you once again, âAnd I never will.â
It dawns on him too, the finality of what had happened last night. He almost laughs at the thought of Charles, beloved by so many, resting in an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere. The universe is a cynical motherfucker.
If anything, he hopes the man felt proud in his last moments, happy for all heâd achieved in his lifetime. Logan wishes he could be even half the person his mentor was. He always berated him to reach out to those around him. To you. That joy was but a breath away from his grasp, all he needed to do is let you in. He mustâve sensed how well the two of you would get along, how you needed each otherâs presence as a pillar of support.
âWhy did you keep coming back?â
The question renders him a little speechless. Memories flash across his mind - Rogue, Bobby, Storm, but mostly, you. The two of you had always tiptoed around each other when it came to feelings, at times getting enough courage to finally say something, but never following through.
You stand up, thinking heâs absolutely not in the mood to talk. You donât blame him either. Thatâs the thing between you two - there was always some silent understanding of the other.
âYou.â
It leaves him so quietly, heâs not sure if you heard him. Heâs already looking at you when you turn around, something in your eyes heâs never noticed before. Tell her. If you want to be happy. Thereâs no reason to hide anymore.
âI didnât want to believe it at first,â He starts slowly, âYou kept⌠creeping into my life and I⌠I couldnât stay away.â A smile, a genuine smile, appears on his face, one that hadnât graced him in a long while.
âIâve been around for a long time - more than I shouldâve.â He continues, his eyes never leaving yours, âI always⌠felt like I didnât deserve to survive. It shouldnât be me, standing here instead of someone else. But you, being around you⌠made me want to try.â A weight forms in his throat, he swallows it down, âTry to live not just for you - but for me too. I can never thank you enough for that. For sticking with me, for trusting me, for letting me⌠love you.â
You close the distance, gently resting your hand against his cheek. He leans into your touch almost instantly, even that simple gesture is enough for him. But you don't end there.
"Logan... I love you too."
He thinks his heart stops, your admission knocks the wind out of him. The old man was right, everything he'd wanted was right in front of him. He leans into you, tilting your chin upwards and kisses you with a burning passion. All the pain he'd suffered sinks to the back of his mind, nothing but a shadow compared to what he's feeling at the moment. When you pull back, doe-eyed and out of breath, he realises this is it. You're it.
In the distance, he catches a smile form on Laura's face, her eyes still shut as she pretends to sleep.
And we're done! Always going to be a happy ending.
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â¨His Forbidden Fruitâ¨
Angel!Lucifer x f!human reader
Summary: You are the first woman, Eden is your paradise. Or at least itâs supposed to be. Adam has been making life in the garden difficult. That is, until a certain angel comes alongâŚ
Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, first time
"Fine! Go ahead and run! See how far that fucking gets you!" you heard Adam shout after you as you took off into the dense forest.
You couldnât stand to be around him anymore. The person who you were made for, the one who you were supposed to be equal with, was a vile and despicable human. Always trying to tell you what to do, how to act, what to say, it was too much to handle anymore. You pushed through the thick foliage of the garden, unaware of how long youâve been running. After some time, you came to an opening. A beautiful crystal lake stretched across the land surrounded by large trees filled with all different sorts of fruits. It looked like a paradise, but in your sorrow you couldnât find the beauty in any of it. You collapsed, sitting on top of a nearby rock, and you sobbed. You buried your face in your hands and brought your legs to your chest. You were alone and you felt like there was no escaping the life given to you.
But you werenât alone for long.
âBeautiful creature, why do you cry?â a soothing voice said.
Your breath caught in your thought at the sound of this voice. It wasnât Adamâs. You lifted your head but saw no one around you. Until you noticed you had somehow been enveloped in shadow. You raised your head further and some something, or rather someone, floating just above you, their enormous wings stretched out, shading you from the bright sun. You gasped; your body screamed at you to run but your mind refused to move a muscle.
âDo not be afraid,â the being spoke softly, âI mean you no harm.â
You gulped, clutching your legs to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. âWhoâŚwho are you?â
The spirit landed on the grass below and smiled brightly. âI am the light bringer, the morning star for the heavens above,â he answered, outstretching his hand. âBut you can call me Lucifer.â
An angel, you thought to yourself. You gazed at his hand hesitantly and wiped the remaining tears from your face in an attempt to gain composer. âDid Heaven send you here, Lucifer?â
âWell, not exactly,â he admitted, pulling his hand away and rubbing the back of his neck. âIn all honesty, I shouldnât even be here.â
You tilted your head in confusion. âThen why are you?â
Lucifer sighed and looked away from you. âIâŚIâm not sure. This place, this garden, itâs enchanting! But I was denied any say in how it should beâŚâ You saw how resigned the angel was as he spoke to you. A pang of sadness stung your chest. âHeaven was not happy with any of the ideas I provided them. They never are. I justâŚwanted to see it for myself. But then, I saw you running, and I saw you crying. I couldnât stand to see you filled with such pain.â He held out his hand once more. âPlease, tell me what troubles you. Perhaps I could help.â
You took a closer look at the angel. His sapphire eyes were enchanting, it seemed almost impossible to look away. And his pale complexion very much stood out in the garden overrun with an abundance of different colors. You glanced at his enormous wings, white and gold in color, and how they perfectly complimented the rays of the sun that shows through the tree branches.
He was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
Tentatively, you took a hold of his hand as he helped you up from the rock you were perched on. You were about to speak, but then Lucifer let go of your hand in an instant.
"A-AH!" the angel squeaked as he stumbled backwards, tripping in the process and landing on the soft grass below. He shieled his eyes and shifted his body so he was no longer facing you.
"Lucifer, what's the matter?" you asked as you stood there puzzled.
"Oh! Umm...nothing! Nothing's wrong!" he answered quickly. "I...I forgot that when heaven created you, they left you...bare."
You tilted your head in confusion. "Bare? I don't understand." Without answering, you watched as Lucifer flicked his wrist, his eyes still avoiding yours. All of a sudden, you felt your body becoming wrapped in whatever Lucifer had just summoned for you. You looked down and realized that most of your skin had been covered in a foreign material that you have not encountered before. A part of it hung over your shoulder while the other was left untouched. It was draped down just past your knees. "What is this?" you questioned as you reached down to feel the white cloth. It was unbelievably soft and light, almost as if you didn't have anything on your body at all.
Lucifer peaked through his hands; you heard him sign in relief. He stood up and brushed the dirt of his robe before returning to your side. "Forgive me," he started, "that was a bit of an...overreaction. I'm sorry if I startled you!"
"It's alright, Lucifer," you smiled at him. "I'm still a bit confused though, what is this for? Was there something wrong with my appearance?"
Lucifer's eyes widened. "Oh gosh, no no no! Of course not! You're perfect! WAIT! I mean you look perfect! GAH NO! I uhh...it's...it's a gift! Yeah, that's it! It's a gift for you!"
"A gift?" You couldn't help but smile. "Adam has never given me a gift..."
You saw Lucifer frown as he took ahold of your hand once more. "I'm sorry to hear that, my flower. Here, follow me." Lucifer guided you to the lake's edge and knelt down, signaling you to join him. You did as he asked and fell to your knees in front of him. "Now tell me, why had you run away?"
You looked down and began to fiddle with your hands, unsure if your reason would upset the angel. "It's Adam..." you began, "He's...so needlessly demanding and harsh. He doesn't see us as equals, he believes himself to be superior to me. I've tried explaining to him that he shouldn't be acting this way, but he refuses to listen! Finally, I had enough of him...so I ran..." You felt the tears well up in your eyes once more, small whimpers escaping your throat as you tried to hold yourself together. "I know we're meant to be partners and I've sure heaven will not be happy b-but..."
"Shh, it's alright." Lucifer cooed as he wiped away the tears the fell down your cheek. "Please, no more tears. You were right to stand up to him. Adam should know better." You sighed and let your head rest in Lucifer's small yet tender hand. You glanced over at the pound when you heard an unfamiliar noise emanating from the center. You noticed some feathered creatures you didn't recognize swimming on the lakes surface. There seemed to be one that was much larger than all the others. You looked back at Lucifer and saw his face light up with delight. "Do you see those little ones over there?" You nodded. "Heaven may not have wanted my input on creation, but that doesn't mean I didn't have any."
"Are those your creations?" you asked.
Lucifer smiled and then sighed. "One of very few. Do you want to get a closer look?"
You looked back out to the water and saw the group of animals flap their wings, splashing the water in every direction. They seemed so full of life and energy, watching them play filled your heart with warmth. You nodded, albeit a bit nervously. Lucifer let out a melodic whistle; you watched as the little creatures made their way towards the lake bank. You saw them use their small wings to help them onto land and waddle towards the two of you. Initially, you stretched out your hand to touch one of the smaller ones but pulled back in hesitation.
"Don't worry," Lucifer reassured, "they are harmless, I promise! Watch!" Lucifer cupped his hands together and laid them down in the soft grass. A few of the small ones happily chippered and hopped into his palms. "Want to give it a try?"
You copied Lucifer's motions exactly and watched as the same thing happened with the remaining babies. Their feathers were bright yellow and soft to the touch. You were in awe of the little lives you held in your hands. "They're so small," you said aloud to no one in particular. "What are they, Lucifer?"
The angel lowered his hands and let the little ones go back to what you now assumed was their guardian. "I named them ducks," Lucifer answered. "The little ones are ducklings; not fully formed yet but they will grow!"
You nuzzled your cheek to the handful of ducklings; their little peeps made you chuckle. "They're beautiful!" you exclaimed, letting them down so they could join their family once more.
"Yeah, beautiful..." you heard Lucifer murmur. You looked over to see his lovely blue eyes staring straight back at you, a tint of yellow now colored his cheeks. "Uhh, I mean, umm...here! Watch this!"
A sudden flash of sparkles left you dazed, but only for a second. Lucifer had disappeared in front of your eyes.
"Lucifer?" you called out, looking to either side of you but seeing no one.
"Down here!" you heard his voice respond. You looked down and saw a small little white duck in Lucifer's top hat. He smiled at you and wagged his feathered tail. You couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, what an adorable little creature," you fawned playfully, cupping your hands once again and allowing him to hop in them. You brought him to your cheek and nuzzled him as you did with the others. Lucifer quacked in excitement. "I didn't know you could change forms!"
"It's not something I do often," he admitted. By the tone of his voice, it almost seemed like it was something that had been discouraged. "But I don't mind making a special exception for you!" You noticed the sun began to dip over the horizon, the fleeting sunlight shimmering off Lucifer's pristine white feathers. It would be night soon, and in that moment you realized you didn't have anywhere else to go. Lucifer noticed the change in your demeanor, tilting his head. "Is something the matter?" Before you could open your mouth to speak, a bellowing call could be heard from the tree line.
"Where the fuck could she be?!" you heard the voice ask, filled with annoyance. Adam. You saw the man push past the foliage and make it to the clearing. His eyes immediately found yours, and you felt as though your heart had nearly stopped. You let Lucifer down gently before standing up.
"Stay here," you whispered to him. "I'll talk with him."
"But-" Lucifer tried to refute, but you shook your head intensely.
"I don't want to risk angering heaven," you responded. "The last thing I want is for you to be punished for my choice. Please?"
Hesitantly, Lucifer nodded in agreement, making his way to the water to join the other ducks in an attempt to blend in. His little hat vanished as he started swimming. You sighed and turned to meet with the brute of a man who was already towering over you. His chest heaved; his breath was short. You could already tell this may not end well.
"Where the FUCK have you been?!" he began to shout, raising his hands in the air out of frustration. "I've been looking for you for way too long, you know that? Making me walk everywhere to find you? Fucking ridiculous!"
You took a deep inhale and let it out slowly before responding. "I'm sorry, Adam," you feigned an apology.
"Whatever," the man spat back. "You've had your temper tantrum, now let's g-" Adam paused, his eyes staring at the length of your body. "The fuck is this?" he asked grabbing the sleeve of the cloth that hung off your body. In your worry for Lucifer, you'd forgotten about the gift he had given you. You smacked Adam's hand away and wrapped your arms around yourself.
"It doesn't matter," you answered curtly.
You watched as the man's eyebrows furrowed at your non-compliance. "I don't have time for this," he reached out once more and took a firm hold of your wrist. "We're going back. Now!"
You slipped your wrist out of Adam's grasp and took a few steps back, your feet at the end of the lake. "I..." you started, your voice threatening to crack. "I'm not going back with you! I'm tired of your behavior and your disrespect. I'm not your servant, Adam, and I refuse to live the life I was given as your slave."
Adam snarled at you, stomping closer and closer to you, forcing you back into the water as you tried to avoid him. But it was to no avail. He was quick to grab your arm and yank you from the lake pulling flush against his bare chest. "That wasn't a suggestion," he spoke through gritted teeth. You tried to pull away but his grip on your arm was far too strong. "Like it or not toots, we're the only ones in this place. You have nowhere else to go and you know it! And frankly, I'm tired of these stupid games! Now, quit acting like a bitch and move your-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" a booming voiced roared. You felt a hand take a firm hold of the one that was trapped by Adam and watched as another tore Adam's own hand away from you. Lucifer appeared in front of you after separating you from the man. The angle floated off the ground, his wings spread out wide as he moved swiftly towards the startled man. "How dare you!" Lucifer growled. "How dare you put your hands on her like that! How dare you speak to her like that! You have no right!"
Adam held his hand in pain, shooting daggers in Lucifer's direction. "Who the fuck are you?!" He took a step closer, not waiting for an answer. Even as Lucifer hovered over the ground, Adam still towered over him easily. "You know what, I don't care! Listen, short stack, I don't know who you are or why you're here, but you need to get the fuck out of my way. She's my wife and I can do whatever I want to her. She's mine, got it?"
Adam curled his uninjured hand into a fist and took a swing at Lucifer, only for him to fall flat on his face as Lucifer easily dodged his attack. "Nice try," the angel taunted, "and by the way, the name's Lucifer." You let out a small laugh. Fire burned in Adam's eyes as he lifted his head.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled at you. But Lucifer would not accept this response. He latched onto Adam's arm and lifted him of the ground like he weighed nothing.
"What did I tell you about speaking to her like that?" Lucifer threatened. He tossed Adam against one of the trees that stood at the edge of the clearing. The man groaned in pain, attempting to pull himself up and lean his aching body against the tree. Lucifer quickly swooped down, acting as a barrier between the two of you. "You've shown me who you are, Adam. You are a monster, a disgrace. You treat this woman like the dirt you walk on and you expect her to stay with you? To love you?" Lucifer hoisted Adam up, pinning him against the truck. "You will never see her again; do you understand me? You're going to leave this place and never come back. She is under my protection now. And if you ever so much as come within a mile of her, I will not hesitate to turn you back into the dust you were formed from." Lucifer released his grip on Adam and watched as he took a few steps back into the forest. "Leave. Now!"
Adam wiped the small amount of blood that dripped from his lip and laughed darkly. "Fine, keep her!" he yelled. "She doesn't mean anything to me! Who would want a slut like her anyway!"
"GO!" Lucifer bellowed.
Without another word, Adam took off into the trees. Lucifer flew high up in the sky within seconds, his arms stretched out on either side. The ground beneath you began to shake violently and you wanted to call out for Lucifer before you realized that he was the cause. Seemingly out of nowhere, large rock formations began rising from the earth, rock tumbling down as the mountains grew. As soon as they reached Lucifer's height, they stopped.
And then there was silence.
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you tried to stop yourself from shaking. Overwhelmed by the situation that had just unfolded, you fell to the ground and began to cry softly. But it wasn't as quiet as you thought. In a flash, Lucifer had flown to your side, holding you in a tender embrace.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to you. "None of this was your fault. You're safe now." You clung to the angel desperately, not holding back any of your tears. He pulled you closer, letting his wings wrap around you, completely covering your trembling body. Your breathing steadied the longer you held onto him; this was the first time you had ever felt safe. He pulled away from you slowly, wiping away the last of your tears. "I have to go," Lucifer continued, "but just for a little while. I need to tell the others what happened." He looked behind him and sighed. "They're not going to appreciate my new renovation to the garden," he turned back to you and smiled, "but they can stay upset for as long as they want. Those mountains are permanent; this is your haven now."
You sniffled and took ahold of his hands. "Thank you, Lucifer," you managed to utter.
Just then, a glowing portal formed behind Lucifer. He stood up slowly, but not before plucking a feather from his wings. "Here," he spoke softly, handing it over to you. "This is my promise to you; I will be back for it. Can you keep it safe for me?" You nodded. With one last grin, he turned and made his way through the portal that closed behind him. The quite had once again returned.
And for the first time in your life, you were left alone.
****
The sun had set a while ago. You knew you should probably sleep, but your head was filled with too many thoughts for you to even consider it. You sat against the tree by the lake, waiting patiently for your rescuer to return. You stared at the feather for what seemed like an eternity; it emanated a subtle glow of light, a brilliant golden color that rivaled the setting sun. You continued to turn over today's events in your mind. How did this happen? Did I ruin heaven's plan? If Lucifer is punished for what I've done I will never forgive myself...
"Lucifer..." you mumbled to yourself. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him out of your mind. Why were you forced to live with a man like Adam when someone like Lucifer existed? How could the creation of the first man have gone so wrong? You didn't understand. But your jumbled up thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Yes, little dove?" Lucifer answered sweetly. Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting him to show up so soon. Nevertheless, you smiled as he sat down next to you. "I heard you say my name. Did you miss me already?"
Your cheeks felt increasingly warm all of a sudden at his question. "O-Oh, no...I mean, yes! I did. I was just thinking out loud, I suppose." You looked down at the glowing feather in your hand. "Here, you can have your feather back."
He took it from your hand and gently placed it behind your ear. "It's yours," Lucifer responded with a soft smile. "I know you'll keep it safe for me. And don't worry about losing it; I made sure it'll always find its way back to you."
You crawled over to the lake and stared at your reflection, admiring the new accessory. It suited you. You sat back down next to Lucifer, shifting so you were almost at his hip. "What did the angels say?" you asked hesitantly. "Were they angry?"
Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck, gazing down at the ground. âWellâŚthey werenât happy.â Your face fell at his words. He glanced at you and took ahold of your hand. âDonât worry, they wonât force you to be with Adam. Theyâve come up with a different solutionâŚâ
Your head fell to the side, curious. âYou donât sound happy about it.â
Lucifer shook his head. âTheyâre going to give him another wife. I advised against it, but after the stunt I pulled today, they werenât very keen on listening to me. Not that they ever do.â
Your eyes drifted down to the ground, the guilt bubbling up in your chest. âIâm sorry,â you breathed, âI caused this. I shouldnât have run away, I-â
âNo!â Lucifer cut you off, âNo, this is not your fault, you did nothing wrong. What Adam did to you was cruel. I wonât let you blame yourself for his actions!â He gripped your hands tighter as he spoke. You nodded wordlessly, almost too stunned to speak.
But as you found your voice, something else had caught your eye. Tiny little creatures all around you, lighting up the night sky. They were hard to spot until a little yellow light flickered intermittently to indicate where they were. Lucifer noticed your distracted stare and turned to see what had caught your attention. You didnât notice at first, but the little creatures started to float closer and closer to Lucifer, as if they were drawn to him by some unseen force. OrâŚmaybe you could see what exactly had caused them to swarm.
âThey glow like you do,â you commented, watching them land on Luciferâs robe, clawing up his sleeves slowly.
Lucifer chuckled and scooped up one from his arm and held it in his hands. âTheyâre fireflies,â he closed his hands around the one he caught, only leaving a tiny little gap. âHere, take a look.â
You leaned down to peer into his hands and watched as the little bug lit up its dark surroundings. You smiled and Lucifer opened his hands to let the little one fly away. âWhy do they glow?â you asked curiously.
âThatâs how they communicate!â he explained! âThe creatures of this place canât speak, so they have their own way of talking to one another.â
You let out a soft hum. âWell, Iâm a little envious of them. And you.â Lucifer raised an eyebrow at your peculiar statement. âWhat I mean is, they can fly. Fly away to wherever they please. They seem to have more freedom than I doâŚâ
Lucifer frowned but smiled after only a moment. He stood up straight and extended a hand down to you. âPerhaps I can give you that freedom, if only for a moment.â You took his outstretched hand and pulled yourself up. Without warning, Lucifer scooped you up in his arms, eliciting a small yelp from you. For his small stature, he was incredibly strong. You should have realized after you saw the way he handled Adam. You wrapped your arms around his neck in anticipation. âHang on tight!â
With one powerful thrust of his wings, you two were airborne. A small scream escaped your throat as you hovered in the air high above the ground. You buried your face in the crook of his neck reactively. However, this caused Luciferâs breath to hitch, which did not go unnoticed by you. You peered up at him curiously and noticed the familiar dash of yellow that covered his cheeks. He let out a deep breath and glanced back at you sheepishly. âI-Itâs alright! Iâve got you.â You lifted your head more, looking out towards the seemingly endless sky. The moon above provided some light that shown on the earth far below, and from here you felt as though you could see everything. The once tall trees seemed like insignificant plants now, the newly formed mountains felt like little stones you could easily pick up and toss in any direction. If this is what the angels could see all the time, itâs no wonder they never left the sky.
Well, except for one.
âItâs amazing, Lucifer!â you exclaimed. âI never could have dreamed the world could look so lovely.â
âIt pales in comparison to...â he started to say but stopped when you looked back to gaze into his eyes. âI meanâŚn-never mind that! I want to show you something else! Ready?â You smiled and nodded. Suddenly, Lucifer dive down at an incredible speed and stopped just before you hit the sparkling lake. He readjusted the way he held you and gripped your waist firmly. He held you like you weighed absolutely nothing. You locked your arms around him once more to secure yourself, but Lucifer shook his head. âIâm going to lower you down now, is that alright?â he asked sweetly. You were hesitant, afraid of being dropped. But you took a few deep breaths before nodding. âDo you trust me?â
âOf course I do!â you answered vehemently.
Your body dropped towards the water. You closed your eyes, expecting to be enveloped by the water. But you remained perfectly dry, except for the bottom of your feet. Lucifer held your palms as he floated above you, his smile brightening the night. You gripped his hands with all of your might. âAre you okay?â
âY-Yes Iâm alright,â you stuttered. âJust a little startled.â
âIâm sorry,â he apologized, âI should have given you a better warning. But hereâŚâ his calming voices soothed your anxiety almost immediately. âCan you try taking a step forward?â You looked down at your bare feet at the grazed the water below you. You placed one foot in front of the other, creating a small ripple of waves. You took another step. And another. And another. Before you knew it, you were walking on water with Lucifer guiding you every step of the way. His wings flapped along silently as you two made your way to the edge of the lake, towards solid ground. But the cool water below you felt almost as solid as the grass you were used to when Lucifer was by your side.
Before you knew it, Lucifer swung down in front of you, still lifting you effortlessly. He took your one free hand and placed it on his shoulder, letting his own find the small of your back. Your other hand became intertwined with his.
âLucifer? What-â you tried to ask, but the man began to twirl you in a circle before you could finish.
âMay I have this dance?â his sapphire eyes shone brightly as he held you, still leaving the slightest bit of space between the two of you.
âOhâŚâ you mumbled. âB-But Iâve neverâŚâ
âItâs alright, flower,â he smiled, âjust follow me.â
With that, you felt yourself began to spin over the crystal lake below. You and the angel stayed suspended there for a minute or two, dancing under the pale moonlight. In a hushed tone, you could hear Lucifer hum a melodic tune as he clung to you, his wings fluttering with every motion. You couldnât take your eyes off the angelic being in front of you. Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest, the pounded invading all of your other senses. You donât know what came over you when you began to lean closer and closer to his angelâs face. But all of a sudden, you stopped spinning. Lucifer had frozen, his song halted, with both his mouth and eyes squeezing shut. You pulled away only slightly, before leaning back in and planting a small kiss on his cheek.
âThank you, Lucifer,â you breathed.
Lucifer exhaled harshly as if he had been holding his breath, staring back at you in utter disbelief. He swallowed hard before speaking again.
âI-I, uhh, IâŚâ he tried to utter. âYouâre welcome. WeâŚwe should go back now.â
The two of you at last flew back to the bank of the lake, leaning against the large tree once again. A small shiver ran down your spine. You were so distracted by the wonders Lucifer had shone you that you didnât realize how cold the night had become. Lucifer noticed your trembling and wrapped his large wings around you, shielding you from the wind. In an instant, you felt warmer. And protected. And safe. And loved. You smiled up at him, snuggling against his velvet- like feathers. He did his best to reciprocate, but you watched as his face fell.
"I can't stay," Lucifer lamented.
You sighed knowing in the back of your mind that this would be the case. Although you had really hoped deep down that he could. "I understand."
"I want to, though," he added. "I'd spend every moment I had with you down here if I could. But they..." he paused, shaking his head, "they weren't happy that I was down here to begin with. But they're not going to keep me away. I refuse."
"Lucifer?" you chimed in. "You said that the angels would be giving Adam a new bride." Lucifer nodded. "Then...will I get a new husband?" You were afraid of the answer. If Adam was the best heaven could come up with, how much worse would another one be?
"They wanted to," he began, "but I somehow managed to get them to reconsider, at least for the time being. I convinced them to watch how Adam behaved with the new woman before they gave you another man..." Lucifer seemed to trail off, unable to look you in the eyes anymore.
"Do I have a choice?" Lucifer didn't respond to you; he didn't even seem to register your words at all. His silence was answer enough.
A wave of drowsiness hit you suddenly; it was a long day and your body finally decided it needed some rest. "Well..." you yawned, scooting a little closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder without thinking, "...I know who'd I choose if I did." Lucifer froze once more as he felt your body go limp as you leaned against him.
"W-Who'd you choose?" he repeated back to you, attempting to get a response. But you didn't answer; you laid peacefully against your rescuer without a care in the world, your even breathing soft and peaceful. You only heard one final message before you drifted into unconsciousness...
"Sweet dreams, my starlight, I'll see you when you wake."
****
You woke up the next morning with a start. Memories of the previous day washing over you. It hadnât been a dreamâŚit was real. You were no longer under Adamâs control, you were free. And you owed everything toâŚ
âLucifer?â you called out to him, lifting your head from the grass. but there was no response. He told you last night that he couldnât stay, but deep down you hoped that he would have.
Before you was a small glowing fire. It cackled against the dawn of the morning, welcoming you to a new day. Lucifer must have left it for you, and you were thankful since Adam was always the one who made the fire when you two spent the nights together. You shook your head, trying to force those unpleasant memories back into the recesses of your mind. You never had to think about him ever again.
The morning came and went, peaceful and uneventful. This was the first time in a long time where you felt hopeful for the days to come. You spent most of the early hours picking the various fruits from the trees that encircled your new refuge. After sampling the delicious treats, you decided your favorite was the bright red ones with a unique shape and subtle sweet taste. You didnât have a name for them yet, but you were sure Lucifer could tell you.
The fruits themselves became harder and harder to reach as you gathered all of the ones within your reach. You tried to jump a few times but only the tips of your fingernails were able to graze it.
âOne more time,â you told yourself as you pushed off the ground with all the strength you could conjure. But as you felt as though you could reach it this time, a pale hand reached across and snatched it from the tree. You landed on the ground with a thud and looked over to who had taken your prize, and then you smiled. Lucifer floated next to the tree, tossing the fruit back and forth between either hand as he laughed. âHow long have you been watching me?â you asked with a smirk.
Lucifer rubbed the back of his head and landed gracefully on the ground next to you. âOnly for a minuteâŚor twoâŚâ He handed you the fruit which you gratefully accepted.
You took a bite of the delicious food. âWhat are these called, Lucifer? I think they may be the best things Iâve had!â
âApples, dear one,â the angel replied. You continued to eat the apple until you got to its core.
âAnd these little black bits in the middle?â you questioned; your mouth still half full.
âSeeds!â he explained. âOh, but donât eat them! Youâre supposed to bury them in the ground. With the proper care and patience, these little seeds can grow into large trees like this one!â Lucifer went on to explain the process of growing food, and you clung to every word he spoke. Listening to him was like a melody only you could truly understand.
Over the next several days, the two of you spent as much time together as possible. Lucifer showed you everything there was to see in the garden; the animals, the plants, the flowers, and all of the wonders this place had to offer. He had to leave every night, but he was able to show you how to make a fire on your own so that you could keep warm when he could not be there. Like clockwork, Lucifer would visit you the same time every day and leave to return to heaven just as you fell asleep. You knew the great risks he was taking to spend time with you and you made it known how much you appreciated his sacrifice, showering him with praise and appreciation every chance you got. You found it adorable how he would try to hide his face with his hat or his wings when complimenting him. It was sweet in a way you couldnât fully articulate. All you knew is that it made you happy, and so did he.
But one day, Lucifer was late.
You paced back and forth beneath your apple tree, the one you would always meet him at. But he didnât show up today. Terrible scenarios bombarded your thoughts; what if he was caught sneaking away? What if heaven forbid him to ever come back? What if you never got to see him again?
You inhaled a deep breath, trying your best to steady your heartbeat. You knew heâd be back; heâd never leave you here. Maybe he was just late today, perhaps there was nothing malicious happening. You had to keep this mindset lest you go insane with worry. You decided a dip in the lake would calm your nerves. You always found a certain tranquility there.
After disrobing, you stepped carefully into the crystal lake, letting the warm water flood over your body, your muscles relaxing and your mind now at ease. A small family of ducks floated not too far away from you as you submerged yourself up to your shoulders. You threw your head back, your hair soaking up the clear water, as you listened to the little ducks flap their wings, spraying water every which way.
But your unanswered prayers were finally heard as you heard Lucifer's voice ring out, laced with concern.
"Songbird, where are you?!" you heard him shout, his hands holding on tight to the robe he had gifted you.
"Over here, Lucifer!" you yelled from the water waving your hand back and forth excitedly, your worries quickly dissolving after seeing he had come searching for you.
The angel froze where he stood, staring blankly at the tree horizon off in the distance instead of you. "O-oh, thank goodness, you're alright!" he seemed to be saying to no one. You found it odd that Lucifer had not looked in your direction. âI-Iâm so sorry Iâm so late, I had some trouble escaping Heavenâs eyes today.â
You smiled sweetly. âItâs alright, Lucifer, you donât need to apologize.â He still hadnât moved since you started talking. âIs something the matter? You seem distracted.â
Lucifer clung to your robe even tighter. âNope! No! Iâm perfectly fine!â he tried to lie, but you remained unconvinced. He looked stressed and his golden flush did not go unnoticed. What he needed was to relax.
âCome join me, Lucifer,â you invited him, âyou donât look so well. The water is nice and warm! Perhaps itâll help you feel better.â
You started making your way out of the water to offer your hand, but his reaction was far from anything you were prepared for. Lucifer had dropped your robe immediately, his wings now nearly covering his entire body. You stopped your movement entirely.
âN-No, I promise Iâm fine!â he continued to fib. âCould youâŚmaybe, possiblyâŚtake a few steps backâŚplease?â
You did as you asked and sank beneath the water once more. You had no idea why Lucifer was acting so strangely; your happiness had almost instantly turned into sadness and guilt. âIâm sorry,â you apologized, âhave I done something wrong?â
âOh! No! No, of course not! You havenât done anything wrong!â He seemed genuinely concerned after hearing your apology which made you feel even more confused than you already were.
âI donât understand,â you explained. âI must have upset you. You wouldnât have asked me to step back otherwise. Even now, youâre hiding yourself from me.â
Lucifer peaked through his feathers and saw you had gone back to your original place in the water. His wings unfolded immediately, finally looking you in the eyes. âYou havenât upset me, I promise you. I didnât mean to make you feel like you had, please forgive me. IâŚItâs hard to explainâŚâ His voice trailed off as his eyes shifted to the ground. He inhaled deeply, then sighed heavily. âI never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. Iâll join youâŚif you still want me to.â
You gave him a weak smile and nodded slowly. You could tell something was still off with his behavior, but you knew he would never want to upset you. You knew him. This was his way of atoning. You decided not to push the issue further, at least for now. Whatever he was talking about, it was clear he was uncomfortable.
âCould youâŚturn around for a moment?â he asked quietly. Another odd request, but you did as he asked, your back now towards him. After only a moment or two, you hear the gentle swashing of the water behind you. And only a moment more before he spoke up again. "O-Ok, you can turn around now."
You did so, but it was clear that he was still maintaining his distance much to your disappointment. He smiled awkwardly at you; the water coming up just about to his torso. You caught yourself staring at his chest, his bright pale skin reflecting off the water. You took a single step closer, not wanting to scare him off.
"You can come closer, you know. I won't bite," you teased him.
Lucifer chuckled nervously. "I-I know you won't, but uhh, I think it's best for the both of us if I stay right here!"
You rolled your eyes at him, "Ok, well then, I'll come to you!"
He noticed as you took another step towards him and he mirrored your actions by taking a step back. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, dove. I..."
"Don't be afraid, Lucifer," you cut him off. "Let me help you. If youâre not comfortable looking my way, why don't you turn around for me." Hesitantly, he obliged, now facing the shore line. Slowly, you approached your friend. When you were finally close enough, your arms stretched out and rested on his shoulders. His whole body tensed at your touch. He's never responded to you like that before. "It's alright," you cooed as you began to work your fingers into his muscles. Lucifer let go of the breath he was holding, his shoulders relaxing as well as his wings.
"This...this feels nice," Lucifer admitted. "Thank you. And I'm sorry again."
"For what?" you asked as your hands continued to work on his stiff body.
Lucifer sighed. "For being late. For acting strangely. And especially for upsetting you."
"You don't need to apologize," you reassured him. "I know you would never want to hurt me intentionally."Â You watched as his wings twitched under your delicate touch. The water slid off of his feathers easily as if they we resistant to it. The urge to reach out and touch them was growing increasingly harder to ignore. "Lucifer, may I touch them?"
He knew what you were referring to; he cocked his head to the side, still not looking at you directly. "I-I, I mean uhh, I supposeâŚyou can. Just...be gentle, please. They can be very sensitive."
With the most delicate touch, you began to stroke his soft feathers between your fingers. Almost instantly, a breathy moan could be heard from Lucifer. You continued your ministrations, admiring their unearthly beauty. Your hands made their way down further to where his wings had sprouted from his back. You gently pinched the base of his wings, causing Lucifer to jolt away in surprise with a yelp.
âGA-AAHH!â he cried, almost falling face forward into the water. âOk! I-I think thatâs enough of that! Thank you, b-but I think Iâm good to go!â The flustered Angel started to make his way to the shoreline but you were quick to grab his wrist before he could get too far.
âIâm sorry, Lucifer,â you spoke softly, âI didnât mean to cause you any pain. Please stayâŚâ
A flash of panic flashed across his face. âNo! No, Iâm not hurt! Itâs justâŚâ his head fell, gazing at the water beneath him, and gulped. âI have to go! Please forgive me for thisâŚâ His wings stretched out behind him, and with one giant flap, caused a more than forceful splash of water in your direction. You let go of his wrist to try and shield yourself from his attack. Water doused you, with some unfortunately finding its way into your mouth. You coughed furiously, trying to expel it. You were blinded for a few seconds before rubbing your eyes and finding Lucifer who was nearly dressed again. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â he called out to you, but his apologies didnât stop you from trying to chase him down. Enough was enough, you needed an explanation. With his back turned, he had no time to prepare for your counterattack. Just as he turned to see you had gotten within inches of him, you pounced. You knocked him hard to the ground with a thud and pinned his arms above his head. He squirmed beneath you but you would not relent.
âLucifer, whatâs the matter with you?â you demanded. âYouâve never acted like this before, what changed? Please, tell me what Iâve done wrong!â
Lucifer continued to struggle against your grip. You found this odd, knowing full well he had every chance to overpower you. But he didnât.
âMy flower, p-please,â he begged, âplease let me go!â His eyes trailed to your bare chest only for a brief moment before forcing himself to stare back at you, his entire face a shade of pale yellow.
You shook your head. âYou can free yourself, why donât you?â
ââŚI canât risk hurting youâŚI wonâtâŚâ he murmured.
Your grip loosed on him slightly as your body began to tremble. "You hurt me by not being honest. I don't understand! I-" Your rant was cut short when you felt a sudden jab in your abdomen. Almost as if a bump had suddenly formed underneath you. You glanced down and noticed precisely what had caused the odd sensation. "O-Oh..." was all you could mutter.
Lucifer's whines had only increased with your discovery. "Please..." his voice was barely audible now. "You have to let me go..." You watched as a single tear fell from his eye, sliding down his flushed cheeks. You didn't know angels could cry.
Wordlessly, you finally released your hold on him, backing away slowly and sitting on your knees. Your garment that had been given to you the first day you let Lucifer laid next to you, wrinkled and disheveled. You grabbed it and pressed it tight against your chest, not wanting to upset Lucifer further.
You understood now.
A portal opened up as Lucifer stood to his feet, not daring to look in your direction. "I'll...I'll be back later tonight," he spoke softly, "I owe you an explanation, you deserve at least that much. But right now...I can't. I have to go. I'm sorry, starlight. I'm so sorry." With his solemn apology, Lucifer disappeared into the portal behind him.
You sat there in the grass in silence, refusing to move for the longest time. You went to tuck your hair behind your head, but your heart stopped. Lucifer's feather: it was gone. In a panic, your head swiveled, looking in every direction you possibly could when you finally spotted it. His feather sat alone in the calm water. Shakily you stood up and reached down and held it delicately in the palm of your hands.
And in that moment, all you could do was cry.
****
Hours had passed and Lucifer had still not returned. Night had fallen not too long ago and you found yourself huddled up next to the fire you had made. Tonight was particularly cold. Your legs you pressed tightly you your chest as your arms and head rested in your knees. You didnât even know what you would say when Lucifer did eventually arrive, this was allâŚsuch a mess. A part of you just wanted to be left alone, but the other had a burning desire to hold him as close to you as possible. The two sides were raging war within you when you finally heard the familiar sound of another portal opening behind you. You didnât dare to turn around.
Silently, Lucifer made his way over to you, sitting down next to you, but far enough away where there wouldnât be any contact. You finally turned your head to look at him. The angel removed the hate from his head, fiddling with the brim. He looked soâŚdefeated.
âI know Iâve said this way too often today,â he began to speak, âbut songbird, I am deeply and truly sorry for what happened. You are not to blame for any of this. And if you told me that you never want to see me againâŚâ he paused, not wanting to finish that thought.
âLucifer?â he looked up at you, his eyes glossy. âMy world was changed because of you. Iâm safe because of you. AndâŚIâm happy because of you. Why would I never want to see you again. Thatâs not a life worth living, not to me.â
Lucifer wiped his eyes, the smallest smile forming on his lips. âHow can you be so understanding, so forgiving? Even some of the angels in heaven donât show the kind of mercy you do. I mean, what happened today wasâŚâ
âNot your fault,â you finished his sentence. You shifted closer to him, Lucifer remained unmoving. âI know I havenât existed for very long, and you donât have to explain, I know what happened to you.â He buried his face in his lap at your confession. âLucifer, you donât need to be ashamed. Itâs natural, is it not? Itâs just a, whatâs it calledâŚa physical reaction? I just wish you would have been honest with me from the start.â
Lucifer only shook his head in anguish. âHow could I?â he choked out. âItâs only natural for humans, thatâs the way itâs supposed to be! ThisâŚthis is forbidden amongst angels! Who am I to defy their orders when Iâm already on everyoneâs bad side! He stood up suddenly and began pacing back and forth. âThis is a disaster! The last thing I wanted to do is hurt you and thatâs all Iâve done! No wonder Heaven doesnât take me seriously, all I do is cause trouble! Itâs just mistake after mistake after mistake with me! MaybeâŚmaybe theyâre rightâŚâ He plopped back down onto the ground and stared up at the stars. âIâm just a foolish seraphim whoâs in way over his headâŚâ
You crawled over to him tentatively, your face hovering over his. You shoved away his messy hair away from his eyes. âDo you think finding me in the garden that day was a mistake?â
âNoâŚâ
âDo you think saving me from Adam was a mistake?â
âNo, of course not!â he sat up straight.
âThen, do you think this is a mistake?â You leaned in too fast for Lucifer to react. Your eyes fell shut as your lips connected, but only for a moment. You pulled back only to realize that the angel became a statue, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. âLucifer, are you alright?â He didnât respond, he only continued to stare blankly at you, almost as if he were in a trance. âMaybe one more could bring you backâŚâ your body fell forward once more, but this time Luciferâs arms caught you, pushing you back at your shoulders.
âY-YouâŚâ he began to stutter, âyou kissed meâŚâ You nodded sheepishly. âBut why?âŚâ
âBecause I love you, Lucifer,â you blurted out without much thought. âBecause you make every day in the garden better. Because I couldnât imagine my life now without you in it! I donât want you to think those terrible things about yourself because they are not true! I donât care what anyone in Heaven has said, they are wrong! They wanted me to live my life with Adam, do you not think that they are capable of making mistakes? I thank my lucky stars that I never laid with him because that would-â
âWait, wait, slow down!â Lucifer interjected. âYou never laid with Adam?!â
You stuck your tongue out in disgust. âI would never. Heâs heartless and cruel and wicked. Everything youâre not.â Lucifer gulped, trying to steady his breath. âI was blessed that he never tried to force me, but I knew he didnât care for me. All he saw was a servant, someone to take care of all his needs without ever considering mine. But youâŚâ you pushed back against Luciferâs arms, trying to get closer. His resistance weakened but you could tell he was still hesitant.
âWaitâŚâ he breathed. You sat up straight and grabbed a hold of his hand, interlacing your fingers. âThis isâŚa lot to process, flower. My mind is pulling me in so many different directionsâŚâ He grabbed your other hand, now squeezing both, and turned fully to face you. âIfâŚIf we go through with this, thereâs no going back. If Heaven ever learns of this, thereâs no telling what they might do. But I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Are you willing to take that risk?â
You gripped his hand tight and leaned your head forward into his. âI am. But only if you are too.â
âNothing on Heaven or Earth could keep me away from you.â With his confession, your lips collided once again, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Everything around you disappeared, all that mattered in that moment was you and him. His kiss was tender, delicate; he kissed you as if you were made of the most pristine glass. But you didnât want it any other way. âI love you, my little dove,â he whispered between breaths. âMy live for you is far greater than all of the stars in the sky. Do you believe that?â You nodded and smiled, pulling him into another kiss. You found yourself lying flat on the ground, Lucifer hovering over you as he continued to devour you. His hands slowly traced down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips. You needed to feel him.
âCan I remove this?â you asked him, pulling on your garment.
âM-Mhmm,â he mumbled. âO-Only if youâre comfortable.â
âPromise not to panic again?â you joked. His face flushed as you sat up and removed your clothing. You watched as Lucifer shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. âItâs alright, Luci, you can look.â
He peaked with one eye and exhaled the breath he had been holding. He let his other eye open, and all he could do was stare. You felt no shame as his eyes finally fully examined your body for the first time. His breath hitched as he climbed back over you.
âBeautiful,â Lucifer sighed. âSo, so beautifulâŚâ He leaned down to kiss you once more, but you pressed a finger to his lips playfully.
âI think itâs your turn,â you suggested.
Lucifer laughed nervously. âR-Right, right. Only fair, I suppose.â
He sat up straight and ever so slowly began to unbutton his robe. You noticed his fingers shaking more and more with each button that came undone. In your mind, he couldnât look that much different from Adam; heâd never worn anything to cover himself. With Lucifer last button undone, he finally let the sleeves fall from his arms, his robe falling to the ground. When you finally saw him, you knew it was the most beautiful body you had ever seen. You couldnât stop yourself from staring at his very apparent erection. For once, you found it difficult to find the words to say.
âIâŚI umm,â you stuttered out. Your face felt hotter than it ever has been before. Something in your stomach ached. It wasnât a pain, but a craving. âI didnât know they could be different sizes! Yours is bigger than AdamâsâŚâ
Luciferâs wings instinctively covered his body at your remark. âSorry, sorry! Instincts!,â you heard his muffled voices through the feathers. âI justâŚangels do not undress in front of one another. Itâs very much frowned upon.â
You crawled over to him, sticking your hand through his feathers to see his flushed yellow face. âWell, itâs a good thing Iâm not an angel then, isnât it?â
Luciferâs first set of wings unfurled from his face, flashing you a cute but embarrassed smile. âBut you are,â he retorted, âthe most beautiful angel to ever exist!â
The rest of his wings fell back, he pulled you close to kiss you once again. You let your mouth fall open in desperation, and Lucifer took that as a sign to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid past your wanting lips and found yours which was more than eager to please. His hands settled on your hips once more, but that wasnât enough. Carefully, you reached down and grabbed his hand and placed it on one of your breasts. Lucifer squeaked in surprise and pulled away from the kiss.
âYouâre so cute,â you cooed, kissing his forehead. âDonât worry, itâs alright. I-I want you to feel me.â Lucifer sighed heavily and started gently kneading at your breasts. The way he touched you felt so good, so right. You couldnât imagine a better feeling. You laid back down while Lucifer continued with his motions, your nipples now being pinched between his soft fingers. Quiet moans escaped your throat while Lucifer began kissing down your neck and chest, sucking on your delicate skin. He ventured down to your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue making circling motions around it. He switched to the other one after a little bit, giving your other breast the same attention. You began to whimper, it felt good. So good. And you needed more. Lucifer raised his head and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
âWeâre going to take this slow,â he promised. âIâm going to help you get prepared for what follows, is that alright?â You nodded eagerly. He couldnât help but chuckle just a little bit. One hand held your head while the other wandered down your body and hovered over your bare sex. âIf you need me to stop, please promise me that youâll tell me immediately. ThisâŚshouldnât hurt, but Iâm not taking any chances. Iâve never done anything like this before, butâŚI do know what should be done. Do you promise?â
âI promise, Luci,â you smiled. âI trust you.â
He blushed. âI like that nameâŚLuci. Your LuciâŚâ He kissed you once again as you felt his fingers finally touch your womanhood. You gasped at the contact, and his hand pulled away instantly. âAre you alright? Did it hurt?â
You shook your head furiously. âNo, no! It didnât hurt! Itâs justâŚsurprised me is all. Please, keep going.â
With a nod, he leaned back in to kiss you, his hands finding its way back down to where it was previously. At last, his fingers found your sensitive nub; he began to rub it. Very slowly at first as to not startle you, but slowly he began to speed up rhythmically. His lips captured your moans. The pressure in your stomach was something you had never experienced before, it felt as though the feeling kept building and building inside of you as if it was aching to release. You felt his fingers trail down just a little bit further, stroking your already soaked folds. He pushed one finger inside, and you yelped. Not in pain, no, but in pleasure. Lucifer took notice and almost took his hand away before you stopped him.
âI-Iâm fine, Iâm fineâŚjustâŚfelt good. Please donât stop, LuciâŚâ He did as you asked and inserted his finger fully inside you once again. Pumping it in and out, in and out, in and out. Your body conformed to his movements; your whimpers filled the night sky as he added a second finger into you. That pressure you felt was building even more now, something in your stomach felt as though it could snap at any moment. Unfortunately, Lucifer removed his hand from you and a pathetic whine fell from your lips.
âIâm sorry, starlight,â he apologized, âI justâŚI want to see somethingâŚâ You watched as he licked the fingers than had been ravishing you. All of a sudden, his eyes became wide, and he stared down back at you. âMy love, your taste isâŚabsolutely divine. I want to try something if youâll allow me.â You blushed at him, nodding in agreement. Lucifer made his way down your body and settled his face directly between your thighs. You felt your heart threatening to beat out of your chest as he peered up at you. âLet me know if you need me to stop at any point.â
Before you could respond, you felt his tongue drag itself up your drenched slit. You nearly screamed at the sensation, but this time, it didnât deter Lucifer. He began to devour your pussy like a man starved, his tongue skillfully moving along your folds and your clit. He added his digits back into your heat as his mouth continued to consume you. It was so much, almost too . That pressure was back and you felt it even more than before.
âL-Lucifer,â you cried out, âLucifer I-I feel s-something, I donâtâŚI-I canâtâŚâ you words failed you as you felt that odd coil tighten to the point of no return.
âItâs okay, little dove, itâs okay,â Lucifer reassured you between his sloppy licks. âYour bodyâs responding to the stimulation. Relax your body as much as you can. Your body is building towards a climax. It'll be euphoric, I promise."
You did as Lucifer said untensed your muscles which made his continued ministrations even more intense. You mindlessly gripped his hair as wordless moans filled the air. You felt your body coming closer and closer to its release. You tried to warn him but no words could be formed in that state you were in. With one final cry, you felt your muscles clench around his fingers, your release spilling out of you at a rapid pace. Lucifer refused to move however as he lapped up everything your body had to offer. When the spasms stopped, your breathing slowed. Lucifer crawled back up your body with a lovestruck expression, the remainder of your release still shining on his chin. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
"What...what was that?" you asked still catching your breath.
"An orgasm," Lucifer explained. "It's what happens to the body when it's receiving extreme pleasure. Are you okay though? Was that too much?"
You smiled up at him. "No, it wasn't too much. It was perfect. Thank you..." You sat up to kiss him, the faint taste of your release on his lips. "So, does that mean your body is capable of the same thing?"
Lucifer suddenly became flustered. "O-Oh, well, I mean yes, b-but it's a little bit different in my case. What I mean is, it would be the same as any other man."
You pushed on his chest gently so you could sit up properly. "Can I try to return the favor, then?" Lucifer's wings fluttered behind him as you watched his face change into the deepest shade of yellow you had ever seen. "Oh golly...that's...that's very kind of you, but you r-really don't have to do that. I...It's uhhh...oh, heaven help me..."
You giggled at his reaction, shifting yourself to your knees. "You made me feel so good, Luci, let me make you feel good too. Please?"
"O-Okay," he managed to whisper. Your shifted your gaze down, finally getting a good look at his girthy length. It was impressive to say the least, and in all honestly you felt a little intimidated. It stood firm as you carefully wrapped your soft hands around the base. Lucifer's breath hitched at the sudden contact. "D-Do you know what to do?"
Your face shifted into a slight scowl. "I think so. I had the misfortune of catching Adam doing this to himself more times than I'd like to remember," you recalled and shook your head. "But from what I remember, it went like this..." Your hand finally shifted around his cock, pumping him slowly. Immediately, Lucifer's head found your shoulder as he whimpered against you. You relished in the feeling of having an all-powerful angel at your mercy with a few simple strokes. Your pace quickened after a short while, your pumps becoming more and more rapid, but never rough. Lucifer cried into your shoulder as you continues to touch him.
"M-My flower, o-oh my...it feels s-so good. Y-You feel so wonderful...please don't stop, please..." You happily did as he asked, feeling his lips press against your neck. Your hand continued its motion when you felt something drip onto it. You looked down and noticed something clear was leaking from the tip. Curiously, you took your other hand and wiped it up, bringing it to your mouth for a taste. It was...strange, but not in a bad way. All of a sudden, you had an idea. Without warning, you leaned down and gave a tentative lick to the head of his cock. Lucifer gasped as if he couldn't breathe. "W-What are you doing?!" asked in a panic.
"I wanted to taste you like you did me," you responded innocently. You took another lick, this time pressing on his slit. The cry that erupted from Lucifer's lips were heavenly.
"Love, p-please," he begged, "you don't need to do thaaaahhh-t" you silenced his protests as you wrapped your whole mouth around the tip, your tongue swirling around it furiously. You hand didn't stop its movement either as it worked in tandem with your mouth, carefully avoiding the use of your teeth. You felt Lucifer buck his hips a few times, but not enough to overwhelm you. You could tell he was getting close to his release as his body began to tremble with every little motion. But just before you know he would come undone; he pulled you back gently away from his now leaking cock. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I-I had to stop you..."
"Oh," you sighed, "Did I do something wrong?"
Lucifer shook his head. "On the contrary love, you did everything right. Almost a little too well. I was almost on the verge of...you know."
You tilted your head in confusion. "Then why did you want me to stop?"
Lucifer laid you down again, his glassy eyes never leaving yours. "Because...I need you. I need you now. I know how selfish that sounds, b-but please...I-"
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, his eyes falling closed. "I need you too, Lucifer. I want to be yours."
With little hesitation, Lucifer lined his cock up against your soaking entrance. He held your face in his other hand and pressed his forehead against yours. "Are you sure about this? Is this what you want?"
"I want you Lucifer, all of you. I love you."
With that, Lucifer smiled down at you and pulled you in for a kiss. "I love you too. I'm going to push in now, alright. If you feel any pain, tell me and we'll stop." You agreed. With one final shaky breath, Lucifer began to sheath himself inside you at an agonizingly slow pace. You felt your walls adjust around his girth, the familiar pressure returning once more. At last, he bottomed out inside you, the both of you finding it hard to breathe at this moment. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt?"
"N-No," you answered quietly. "I...I feel whole."
The angel couldn't help but smile. "I feel the same way. As if you were made for me. You tell me when I can move."
You gave him confirmation, and with that, Lucifer dragged himself out of you lethargically to the tip just to push in again slowly. IT was perfect he was perfect. You never felt more alive and you wished you could never leave this moment. Lucifer's hips picked up the pace, his cock dragging in and out of you. Both of your moans filling the night sky.
"Luci...Lucifer..." you whimpered in between thrusts. "Feels so good, so good, I-I love you Lucifer! Please keep going, please! I feel it again...so close..." You wrapped your arms around his back, touching the base of his wings which caused him to yelp.
"Oh heavens..." Lucifer whined against you. "You're squeezing me so tight, my dear, feels...oh my...feels perfect. I love you too...so so much..." His thrusts increase to an almost inhuman speed. The coil you felt before tightened once more, you felt yourself coming undone fast. And by the way your lover was crying out, he was too. "I-I'm close too, love, very close...I...I...I can't...HNNGG-GGAAAHHHH!" With his final cry, you felt Lucifer empty himself into you as you spasmed around him at the same time, your juices mixing together inside of you. HIs wings fluttered as you felt his cock continue to twitch inside of your gummy walls. You found yourself in a complete state of ecstasy as you clawed at his back at the peak of your release.
Lucifer nearly collapsed on top of you as he finished, his breathing staggard and labored as yours was. After a few minutes, he removed himself from you and laid next to you, his wings falling over you in a soft embrace.
"How do you feel?" Lucifer asked quietly as he pushed the hair that had fallen in your face away. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
You smiled and shook you head. "No, I'm not hurt. I feel...so wonderful. Thank you, Lucifer."
"As do I," Lucifer murmured, returning the smile. "Can I...hold you?"
"Of course you can," You shifted your body as close to him as possible as he threw his arms around you.
"I've wanted to hold you since the moment I met you," he confessed, "I didn't feel worthy of you. Of your love. I was a fool."
You responded by planting a small peck on his lips and watched as his face flushed again. "You're more than worthy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." You smile faded as you realized what time had come. "I supposed...you have to leave soon, is that right? I don't want Heaven to-"
Lucifer's arms wrapped around you even tighter, forcing your head against his chest before you could finish speaking. "No, not tonight. Not ever again. I don't care what Heaven has to say. Not anymore. I'm yours now and nothing will ever change that. Whatever happens, we'll face them together. And I swear on my soul, I will not let them take you away from me."
You felt tears run down your face as you held Lucifer close. He was yours now, and you were his. You knew that whatever was to come, he would never leave your side. You two were bound together now. For all of eternity.
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IT'S FUCKING DONE, I HAVE SURGERY TOMORROW, GOODNIGHT EVERYONE, I'LL SEE YOU WHEN I'M CONSCIOUS AGAIN!!! PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES, I'LL FIX THEM WHEN I CAN!!
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The Ol Switcharoo (pt5)
Stan x reader / ford x reader
Summary: you are forced to question the life you've lived for 30 years.
Warning: none
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"I'm feeling little over dressed for the occasion." You said stepping into the kitchen wearing one of your best outfits for the date Mable had prepared for you and Stanford.
Stanford stood in the kitchen with a smile. "Are you kidding!? Look at'cha, you're stunning!" Stanford said you smiled as he reached out a hand and guided you to the table, pulling out your seat before pushing you in and sitting down himself.
Mable insisted your first date be at home, Dipper and Soos dressed to a T in fancy waiter outfits the table set with the nicest/ least stained tablecloth in the house. And Mable in a chef hat.
"I promise to take out out somewhere real nice." Stanford whispered as Mable scooped whatever she had on the stove onto plates. You chuckled in response before Dipper and soos presented you with the meals.
Your eyes widened. You looked at Stanford mouthing a thank you for the real date dinner in advance. Stanford managed to get you away from Mable and Into the car for some real food.
"Most fancy places are closed for the night. The best I can offer is burgers." He said, driving down the quiet road. "I love Mable, but anything is better than that." You both laughed. Eventually, you had your food as he pulled up to the lake, and you both sat and ate. Talking Like two teenagers on a first date.
For the following weeks, you found your rooms were now shared, and mornings and evening were greeted with quick kisses. It was a new routine you found yourselves falling into. Mable noted that stan was "a lot less grunkler" since the change. Even when everything was crazy it still worked.
After everything in your lives had finally calmed down, after saving the shack, repairing it, a Zombie apocalypse. You found the house was silent with what felt like the first night of peaceful sleep.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Y/n! I have been trying to reach you for a while!"
The voice that pulled you from your sleep boomed loud enough to startle you awake. You sat up in bed seeing the world around you was greyscaled Stanford fast asleep next to you and a familiar glowing freak above you.
His single eye staring down at you.
"Wh...will?..what are you doing here?"
You asked, sitting up as you did the world around, turned up right, causing you to slide straight out of bed into a chair. "Relax, we're in your dream, and the names BILL though I can't say I blame you, I was a complete and total secret but trust me y/n I know all about you."
You stared at him squinting, you where far to tired to understand what he was saying to you right now.
"What do you want?"
"A truce, I came to apologize for breaking into stans mind and almost killing shooting star and pine tree. And to warn you."
"Warn me?"
"Something big is coming something that will change your life! And I want you to know I'm on your side."
"On my side? Bill, I don't understand what you are talking about!"
"Trust me, you will, and when you do, you'll want a friend to be there for you, I'm offering myself for when everything you know changes. By the way, how well do you really know that stan?" He asked, pointing to Stanford asleep in bed.
"That stan?" You turned back, but as you did, you shot up in bed, clutching a piece of paper, breathing heavy. You looked down at the paper that looked like it had been torn out of something.
"Contact me, BFF!" Was scribbled across the top, and twoard the bottom was a cipher and some sort of incantation. You still fought to catch your breath. Your hand moved to shake Stanford awake, but your hand fell straight through the air and hit the empty space of your mattress.
"Stanford?"
That was a couple of weeks ago. You had folded up the page and tucked it under your mattress, trying to forget about the whole thing.
But every know and then you would get this hotrible feeling, you started to look at stanford weird and did your best to shake off the feeling. Luckily, Stanford had promised to take you out to dinner just the two of you. He told you he had something important to tell you.
"Aaahh, what if he asks you to marry him!?" Mable said excitedly from behind you as you had let her brush your hair. "I highly doubt that. You said clipping your last earring into place.
"Dipper! Doesn't y/n look beautiful! Grunkle stans going to ask her to marry him!" You rolled your eyes and looked at dippers worried face in the mirror.
"What's wrong?" You asked, turning around and crouching to his level. "Y/n There's something important I want to share with you I wanted to come to you first but I went against my better judgment and told stan first now i know you where the right choice."
"Of course you know you can tell me anything, dipper."
"OK you know about how strange and unusual gravity falls is." You nodded thinking to every monster, dinosaur, and ghost you had encountered with the twins even recalling some of the stuff from when you were young. Then the feeling set in again.
"Something big is coming something that will change your life as you know it!"
Rang out in your head. You wondered if what Dipper was about to tell you had anything to do with this. "Ah, c'mon dipdip can't this wait till after y/n and stan get home?" Mable asked, appearing from behind you now covered in makeup. Dipper rubbed his arm. "I guess..."
"Are you sure, Dipper? I can listen." He nodded. "OK, I'll see you in a few hours, ok?" You said ruffling his head. "Call if anything happens.
That was an hour ago already. You sat nervously at the restaurant Stanford promised to meet you at after he finished a few things up at the shack.
You tapped your glass and counted cars as they drove past the window you were sat by and looked at the gifted (more like lifted since it was a stolen antique store in portland) watch on your wrist and saw how late it was getting.
You sighed, resting your head on the table, watching the water droplets race down your glass. And you watched as the glass went up as the hair that fell around your face go cup as well. You pushed yourself up only to find yourself lifting out of the chair into the air before crashing back into your booth.
You paused only for a moment, trying to wrap your head around what that might have been, then ran to call the Pines family.
There was no answer for a long time you hung up and refilled several times before giving up. You grabbed your things and raced to the shack only being stopped by the same phenomenon as before.
Was this part of what Bill was trying to tell you about? Where are Stanford and the kids ok? So many thoughts raced through your head as you ran as fast as you could home.
"WHY would they call him unnamed!?"
"Unless stan isn't really stan"
The two kids looked up at the large painting of their great uncle on the wall behind them in horror.
"But there has to be some explanation as to why he would have all these fake ID'S and why that news paper says he's dead." Mable said trying to rationalize as Dipper continued to pull things from the box
"What about Y/n!? Is y/n even y/n!? What if she's in on this!?"
"In on what?" You asked pushing open the door.
The kids both screamed at your appearance.
"Are you kids ok!? Where is your grunkle and...what is all this?" You asked stepping further into the room to get a better look at what they had laid out on the floor in front of them.
In a different universe, Stanford Pines was an honest man. In a different universe, he didn't lie or cheat. He showed up to his date on time, there was no weird gravital anomalies interrupting your day.
You thought about this alternate reality as you stood over the fake IDs, news paper clipping, pass ports, the screen from the shack security cameras glow portraying a man you only assumed to be Stanford pines carrying gallons worth if toxic waste into the gift shop.
"What is this?"
You asked staring down at it afraid to move. "Is this why there are government vehicles surrounding this place?"
"You mean you don't know why stand has all this?" Dipper asked.
You shook your head.
In another universe, Stanford agreed to visit your family, even to just get away with you. In that same universe, he never changed, you where still hunting monsters and doing science stuff. In that same universe, you move out of the shack into a lovely home you share together, you teach together, and you live a beautiful and adventurous life. And he was still your Frodsy.
You didn't realize, but there was a ringing in your ear that tuned out the two children as they talked. All you could do is let time pass as your brain tried to work out yet another explanation.
Then Mable found the code.
"This isn't like any code I've ever seen before." Dipper said.
"The vending machine." You said quietly.
Your body had a mind of its own as you followed the twins to the vending machine in the giftshop.
"How well do you know that stan?"
This had to be what Bill meant by "that stan"
Without thinking, you typed the code into the vending machine as the kids distracted and fought off Soos, Without thinking...
"He swore he blocked this off..." You going down the stairs you hadn't seen in 30 years.
You felt as though you could throw up. Whe. You saw what was going on in the basement, the portal up and running, and with only a few moments to go. "So this is what's been causing problems... this is where he's been going!?" You half shout half say to the room.
You stare down at the desk seeing two familiar red journal. "The journal..." You and Dipper say at the same time.
"You know about these?" You ask in unison again.
"Your grunkle and I wrote them? How do you know about these?"
"When I said I wanted to tell you something." You watched Dipper pull a third journal from his vest.
"Grunkle stan wrote these?" Mable asked when you took the journal from dippers hands opening all of them to reveal the blueprints for the portal that sat in the room adjacent the one you stood in.
"What is it?" Dipper asked, looking at the pages. You glanced up at the timer and suddenly felt yourself fliat back into your body and realization kicked in "We have no time.We need to shut it off now. Kids stay here. Soos come help me. " You moved quickly. "We can help!"
"No! Please just stay safe! If your grunkle gets back, do NOT let him out of this control room!" You ordered them.
You and soos worked quickly enough to turn off the emergency kill switch just like you rememberd doing years ago. You felt a million emotions trickling inside you. Most of all, you felt angry that he would lie about keeping the portal, lie about working on it, and keep you out of it.
You scanned the room as the portal whipped your hair around you finally spotted it.
30 years never felt more wasted than it did in this very moment the moment it took you to walk from the key switch all the way to the shiny red button.
"Y/n Wait!" You frozen looking over at Stanford in the door way as the kids and now soos pushed him back.
"Don't touch that button, please!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
the kids couldn't hold him any longer, and he pushed past them running to meet you only to stop halfway, noticing you inch closer to the button as a defense. "Please! Just wait! Don't do anything! I can explain!" You watched Mable and Dipper get up. Dipper made eye contact with you as if he were trying to telepathically tell you something. It only took you spotting Mable trying to sneak around you for you to realize.
You stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at Stanford. "After everything! You lied to me!? For how long!? When were you going to tell me? DONT YOU REMEMBER ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS THIS THING HAS DONE!?" You asked poking him in the chest with a finger pushing him away from the button where Mable now stood.
"Yes! I wanted to tell you sooner! I was going to tell you today-"
"Today!? That's why you wanted to have dinner." You were getting off track. Before anyone could say anything else, your feet lifted off the ground, and you were in the air. "Now, Mable, press it now!" You heard Dipper yell.
"Mable, wait!" She froze as Stanford dove through the air for her as she gripped onto the pole.
Dipper soos and yourself took onto the task of catching him and pulling him away from her.
"30 YEARS OF NOTHING! STANFORD PINES! I CANT BELIEVE I WAISTED ALL THIS TIME JUST FOR YOU TO PULL A STUNT LIKE THIS!" He watched your angry tears roll down your cheek then up into the air around you.
"It wasnt waited, just hear me out all of you!" He plead as you held him against the wall. He stared you in the eyes a sad look met your furious gaze.
"I wanted to tell you all, your going to hear some bad stuff about me, some of it's true but believe me everything! Even this is for my family for a of you." He said the last part pointedly at you.
"Hit the button mable!" You yelled.
"Don't trust him!" Dipper followed up.
She looked around at everyone when her eyes locked with stanfords you knew what she was going to say
You quickly made a move to push it before her, but Stanford grabbed your hand and held you back. "I'm sorry! Trust me." You stared at him.
"I trust you grunkle stan!"
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âI wonder what life will be like once this is all over,â Regulus says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Heâs lying beside James on a soft blanket spread out on the grass, their sides pressed up against each other as they stare up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. The gentle breeze blowing over the Great Lake makes them shiver slightly, and Regulus instinctively presses closer into James, seeking warmth and comfort.
James hums in thought, his brows furrowing as if he's contemplating something deeply. For a moment, he seems unsure whether to voice his thoughts, but then he caves. "Well, Iâd like to marry you, for starters.â
Regulusâ eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and he props himself up on one elbow to look at his boyfriend. A rosy blush spreads across his cheeks, contrasting with the cool night air. His eyes are wide with a mix of shock and delight. âReally?â
James chuckles softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazes at Regulus. âReally,â he confirms, his tone filled with sincerity and affection.
Regulusâ heart swells with happiness, and he canât help but smile as he lays back down beside James, nestling even closer. âIâd like to marry you, too,â he whispers, his voice filled with hope and certainty about their future together.
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