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pretzel-box · 2 months ago

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Summary: You're a mortal fisher that catches the attention of an ancient sea god without knowing it.

Tags: Some 'fluff', mortal reader, sea god sebastian

Words: 2,6k

There was a small village that was cradled on the edge of an unknown island like a forgotten secret among humans, made out of solid stone, earth and sand while being shaped by the restless waves of the deep ocean. Narrow cobbled streets would wound between the homes of sun-bleached woods and weathered bricks while fine smoke curled up from the going chimneys, mingling with the salty sea air. Many signs of a life gathered around this place despite its unknown status.

The endless ocean surrounded the village on all sides, an eternal sentinel, its deep blue waves gently lapping at the shoreline as if it were whispering ancient lullabies. The sun hung low in the sky, casting the world in hues of gold and lavender, where the horizon blurred into a seamless meeting of sea and sky. The sound of gulls crying in the distance echoed through the air, carried by the wind that rustled through the tall grasses and wildflowers growing at the island’s edge.

Farther out, where the cliffs rose jagged and defiant against the endless ocean, the waves crashed with a furious roar, sending white spray high into the air. Yet here, within the village, the sea was gentle—a mirror reflecting the sky’s fading light.

Small fishing boats bobbed in the harbor, tethered to wooden posts worn smooth by years of use. Their painted hulls were chipped and faded, yet they held a quiet dignity, as if they had borne witness to centuries of tides, storms, and the steady rhythm of life. Nets hung drying on the docks, draped like lace over the old wood, waiting for the morning light to send the fishermen back to the open sea.

The wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of salt and damp earth. A few villagers, their faces lined with age and the sea’s touch, gathered in quiet conversation near the docks, their voices low, as if unwilling to disturb the peace. Lanterns flickered to life in the twilight, casting a soft, golden glow over the village, like stars scattered across the earth.

As the day gave way to dusk, the village seemed to breathe, a living thing, connected to the ocean and sky in a way that was timeless. The sea, the cliffs, the forest—they were all one with the village, woven into its very being. And as the stars began to emerge, one by one, above the endless horizon, the island seemed to settle into itself, cradled by the ocean’s eternal embrace, waiting for whatever secrets the tides might bring.

"Listen, my child. Our story began long ago, when the gods still walked the earth and the stars were young."

Once upon a time…

The land was molded by the hands of glorious deities, their fingers painting the skies and carving the rivers. They placed the sun on the horizon and the plains upon the earth. The world flourished, but with its growth came envy, as some gods overshadowed others. To gain power, they created life—humans, born from their desire for control.

At first, humans worshiped their creators with devotion, pledging loyalty to one deity, then betraying the next. They defiled the divine in their thirst for more, striking down gods one by one. Until, at last, only humans remained, reigning over the world they had once been given. The gods, once mighty, were destroyed by the very hands that they had shaped.

The lesson was clear for the mortals: gods could not be trusted.

You grew up in the small village, cradled by the sea, raised between the wind and the waves as if you were a child of nature itself. The first thing you learned was your origin, that you were descended from the gods—gods who were flawed and fallible. Your grandparents told you stories of your ancestors, how they fought with their lives for the right to live on this island, battling forces far beyond their comprehension.

Ages ago, a fierce god named Solace ruled over these waters. His rage, directed at both his siblings and their creations, churned the oceans into relentless fury. Your ancestors tried to cross the waters for months, many drowned and many got sacrificed to soothe the will of the deity that ruled in the waters. His anger blinded Solace, his envy and his feelings were like a sharp sword, pointed at himself. Your ancestors tricked him, like they did with so many other deities before. They sealed him into the ocean, robbing him of his necklace that he wore. And after they triumphed over him, the ocean came to rest. All thanks to the necklace that secretly holds Solace his powers.

A necklace that rested around your neck, a family piece that was given down as the generations passed. It was a sea shell pendant, reflecting in beautiful blue-silver hues as if the sea itself was placed upon you. And you wore it with pride.

Your mother gave it to you the day you joined the family tradition, stepping into the life of a fisher. It was a simple gift, passed down through generations, as much a symbol of your heritage as the sea itself. You learned to live in harmony with the waves, to respect the life beneath the surface, and to take only what was needed. Your family had always been blessed by the ocean, and so would you. It was honest work—give and take—where you not only harvested from the sea but also protected it, keeping it clean and honoring its depths.

"Keep calm," you murmured to yourself, the words a quiet mantra as you sat in your small boat. The sun was warm on your back as you focused on tying the loose strings of your net, the gentle rocking of the boat a familiar comfort.

Your mother had taught you to knit the nets in the old traditional way, every knot a connection to your ancestors. Your father, in turn, had shown you the art of fishing—how to hunt with respect, how to make the death of the fish swift and painless, and how to use every part of it in reverence for the life taken. A true fisher never wastes, for the sea gives generously but only to those who understand its balance.

The rhythm of your hands, the whisper of the wind, and the quiet lap of the waves against the boat—they all wove together like a song. You were part of something much larger than yourself, connected to the ancient currents of the sea, just as your family had always been.

You lifted your finished net, admiring the neat knots with a smile of quiet pride. A rush of happiness filled your chest as you hugged the net, feeling accomplished. You had honored the legacy of your ancestors, crafting the tool with care, just as they had done for generations. It was a simple but profound joy, knowing that you were connected to something so old and enduring.

With a steady breath, you prepared to cast the net into the water, hoping for a good catch to feed your family tonight. The gentle hum of the waves blended with your thoughts, and as the net unfurled, you missed the soft snap of a string breaking. But the sudden blue shimmer at the corner of your eye did not go unnoticed.

Your heart dropped as you realized it was your necklace—the one your mother had given you. Somehow, it had tangled itself in the net, and as you began to fish, it slipped from your neck effortlessly, tumbling into the water before you could react. You watched in stunned silence as the delicate jewelry disappeared beneath the surface, swallowed by the depths in an instant.

The sea, ever so calm just moments ago, now seemed impossibly vast and unyielding. That necklace was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a part of you, a part of your family. And now, it was gone.

It sank slowly, the glimmering stone catching the last rays of sunlight as it shimmered just beneath the surface, suspended in the water like a delicate promise about to be broken. You watched, helpless, as it drifted deeper, the blue hue of the ocean swallowing it whole. Your heart pounded in your chest, a heavy sense of dread filling you as the necklace—your link to your family, your ancestors—vanished silently into the dark water below.

Your hands slackened, the net forgotten, slipping from your grasp into the boat. Without a second thought, instinct took over. Before you even realized what you were doing, you dove headfirst into the water, chasing the fading glint of silver.

The coldness of the ocean hit you like a shock, but you didn’t care. You kicked your legs, your arms pushing against the water, desperately reaching for the necklace as it continued its slow descent. The light above you grew dimmer as you sank deeper, the world around you a muffled echo of the surface. You could barely see now, the shimmering silver reduced to a distant gleam.

The water pressed in on you, chilling your skin and constricting your lungs. Panic began to claw at the edges of your mind, but you couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop. It was more than just an heirloom; it was the weight of your ancestors’ blessings, the legacy of your family, and it was slipping further and further away.

Your lungs began to burn, the pressure of the deep water pressing against your chest, but still, you reached out, fingers stretching into the darkness. The necklace was now just a faint blur, fading into the abyss. Desperation surged through you as your arms flailed in the icy depths.

The darkness was overwhelming, the cold water pressing in on all sides as you sank deeper, the faint shimmer of your necklace vanishing into the abyss. Your chest burned, lungs screaming for air, but your limbs were too heavy, too numb. The weight of the ocean dragged you down, and for a moment, you felt yourself surrendering to the pull, the necklace gone.

But then, something strange happened. A warmth surrounded you, gentle and reassuring, cutting through the icy water. A firm hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you upwards with a strength that felt both human and not. Yet, the darkness caught you and you passed out.

The first thing you felt was a pair of warm lips on yours, innocent, shy and yet somewhat dedicated. A wet hand was placed close to your throat. Then your head shot up as reality caught up to you, the water in your lungs creeping up your throat as you coughed it all out.

Coughing, disoriented, you blinked away the saltwater from your eyes, the world around you blurred. As your vision cleared, you found yourself being held by a man—no, something far more. His eyes, a deep and endless blue, locked onto yours. His presence was as overwhelming as the ocean itself, powerful and ancient, yet there was a softness in the way he held you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. The stranger's arm was still wrapped around you, steadying you against the gentle rocking of the waves. His dark hair flowed around him, as though it were a part of the sea, and his skin, shimmering faintly in the light, seemed to glow with a quiet radiance. He wasn’t human, no, but he felt familiar.

“Breathe,” he whispered, his voice like the soft murmur of the tide, calming and steady.

You did, drawing in deep, shaky breaths, your heart still racing from the shock. “Who… who are you?” you stammered, your voice weak, barely above a whisper.

He gazed at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable but his eyes filled with something tender, something that made your chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with fear. "Sebastian," he finally said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I live within these waters."

You nodded slowly, still dazed, as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. The cold of the water, the rush of drowning, and now… this.

Then, the realization hit you like a wave crashing over your head. “My necklace,” you breathed, panic swelling inside you again. You turned to look down into the water, but there was no shimmer, no sign of the silverish blue. “It’s gone… my necklace… I lost it.”

Sebastian’s eyes followed yours, and for a moment, a flicker of something like regret passed over his face. “The sea does not return everything,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a kind of sorrow that seemed to echo from somewhere deep within him. "Not all that it takes can be given back."

Your heart sank, the weight of his words settling heavily inside you. The necklace—your family's necklace—was gone, lost forever to the depths. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you fought them back, not wanting to break down in front of this strange, beautiful man who had saved your life.

Sebastian’s gaze softened as he watched you, and before you could react, his hand reached up, brushing gently against your cheek, his touch feather-light. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the sadness that lingered in his words. “I wish I could have saved it for you.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, though the ache in your chest was still raw. “It was my family…” you whispered, your voice trembling. “It was important.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, simply letting his fingers linger against your skin, his presence steady, grounding. “Your family's memory doesn’t live in that necklace,” he said softly, his eyes searching for yours. “It lives in you. In everything you carry with you. That cannot be lost, not to the sea or anything else.”

His words, gentle and warm, wrapped around your heart like a soothing balm. You nodded again, still feeling the loss, but somehow, in his presence, the grief didn’t feel quite so unbearable.

For a moment, you simply floated there together, the waves lapping gently against your bodies, the sun casting a warm, golden light over the surface of the water. Sebastian’s hand stayed close to yours, his touch lingering, as though he couldn’t quite bring himself to let you go.

“Why did you help me?” you asked after a long silence, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure if you wanted the answer.

Sebastian’s gaze flickered, his deep blue eyes searching yours. “Because,” he said softly, a hint of something more in his voice, something unspoken, “I couldn’t let you go.”

There was something in the way he looked at you, an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. You couldn’t understand it, the pull between you two, but it was undeniable. He had saved you—not just from drowning, but from something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name.

For now, you let the quiet peace of the ocean surround you, content in his presence, even as the necklace drifted farther into the depths, lost but somehow no longer the most important thing in your heart.

You finally took the time to admire his large form, he was as pretty as the mermaids from the childhood stories, as gentle looking as the ocean and his eyes, his eyes were like the ones of a god. You never saw someone like him before, but he mesmerized you.

He had placed you back into your boat, his hand lingered a bit longer on your cheek than anticipated and you could feel a mutual spark between you two.

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kaq3yma · 25 days ago

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MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER! sakura haruka.

syn: the royal princess nightly-meet up with an unknown man.

୨୧ qeena brief note: ello fellow readers and mootsies, i finally got to wrap up my vamp!sakura haruka x royal princess!reader fic yaeyyy, i'm happy i successfully finish a 4.6k words fic (in almost a month) lol i'm not built for this clearly but still a big special thank you to @flowerloves for this request. ofc it's a x reader fic but this was made specifically for you obvi and i love you sm, bae ur so understanding ilyyyy! i promised i will get this done in a week somehow but got caught up with assignments, tests and society club soooo lol i'm not a fast-adapter BUT i hope everyone enjoy this fic even though it's ass at some parts (especially the confession part) lmao i swear i did my best but lemme know what you guys think, that's all thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🍡

special tags: @flowerloves, @hanaeriin, @reapkusho, @isadollie, @kyuujo, @sommii, @amaderika

The night breeze sways in the middle of the night, carrying scents of the open ocean and waft pass the air gently. The faint caws and rattles of crows in the distance is the only noise you heard for the past ten minutes aside from your own square heels clicking noise against the shattered concrete pavements.

As you look back, the image of your castle almost fade into the background, growing daintier as you walk further inside the woods. It's a long walk for you, with unsure destination to reach, you keep walking until you can barely to.

You look for a place to sit down, and rest, or presumably to enjoy the book you've been cradling in your hands for the past minutes. Swaying your head left and right to find a suitable spot you can sit down on until suddenly you heard a rustling noise came from behind a bush. Gulping down a huge lump stucking in your throat, you drag your feet backwards to make a run in case whatever creature is in that bush that decides to cause a chaos, you'll have time to run but— a white bunny hop from the small space in between the bush and make its presence known. You almost jump in surprise, chuckling when the brainless creature tilt its head at you.

You watch the animal cradle his neck to the side before hopping away. Hoping to catch and bring the animal home with you, you ran after it only to lost it a few seconds later "Oh, no..." You look around, realizing you're no longer on your path. No concrete pavements beneath your feet but muddy textured ground. You grip the book you have in your hands, starting to feel scared. Why do you think going out in the middle of the night is a good idea again?

Not wanting to make the worse situation anymore worst than it can get, you came to a conclusion to just walk back where you came from, at least back where you believe you came from. You walk mindlessly towards directions you assumed was right, unaware you're walking deeper into the forest as the shadow beneath the trees darken casting an even longer shadow across the forest floor.

You take a deep breath, taking long strides hoping you would just escape this woods what seems like an endless maze. Tears set afoot beneath your eyelines and rush across your cheeks but you won't allow your emotions to take over just yet. You jog and jog with sweats starting to prominently appear on your face until you halt in your rushing steps.

A loud thunder burgles from behind a massive tree and you slowly drag your feet to inspect. The sight before you elicit a small gasp past your open lips. What seem like a serene oasis site in the middle of nowhere, its beauty strikes in contrast to the arid surroundings. Crystal clear water glimmer under the warm moonlight, softly rippling as a gentle breeze past through. What you felt a moment ago sink and disappear together with the welcoming passing air. Now, all that you feel mid centre of your heart, and in the depth of your tummy is tranquil and peace.

Slowly, you walk forward and sat by the cool water, carefully dipping your feet into the pool, wheezing at the cold touch of the inviting dew. You didn't realize how much time had passed, it's like you've only been there for a couple of moments but before long, you skim through the last page of the book you just started. Night seem to darken even further, and only then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You are still lost. No matter how any more beautiful this place could get, you're still lost and in need to return home.

Sounds of footsteps scuff against the ground behind you cause you to jump in fear, knowing that whoever it was behind you, is most definitely not an animal but something else, worse, other people! "Please don't—"

"What are you doing here?"

You turn around, surprised to see a man, stood tall in his white ruffled shirt with dark trousers fit snugly and fall straight down. His hair, now that you grasped, is in dual color of black and white, neatly slicked showing off his flawless temple — well, not so flawless considering his face is batter up with bruises and deep gushes.

You look into his eyes, your own waver in fear of not knowing what to respond "I— I was—"

"This place is mine. You shouldn't be here."

You thrust your head down, fearful for your own safety. No matter how attractive the stranger is, the fact that they're a stranger and unknown to you is a danger as it is. You fiddle with the book in your hands, stuttering a sentence to form "I'm lost. I don't know how to get out of this place."

Instead of lunging at you like a beasty animal, you hear him gruff incoherently to himself "If I able to get you out, will you leave quietly?" Jerking your head up and down aggressively, you thank him profusely with a smile. He look away, fishing his hands under the front pockets of his trouser "Let's go, then." You plod behind the male, eyes glue to his back as he guide you out of the place.

"You're a princess, right?" That results you to stop on your movements, skeptic as to how did he know. He shrugs "I have my way." Huh...?

He let out a fake cough, gesturing you forward "There." You look up, relieved to catch a glimpse of your castle "Thank you!" Beaming, you look at him with a smile and chuckling in relief. However, once again, he look away.

"I'm going, be safe." With that, he walk back into the woods, vogue silhouette dissipate like snowflake in an ocean.

Sakura turn around just before you walk down the road and disappear from his sight. He look away, taking long strides back to where he belongs. However, further he went, the thought of you doesn't melt from his mind, the sight of your smile, not once but twice cause his stomach to flip, an unknown feeling rippled through his belly making his face go hot.

The next morning, you wakes up in bed, feeling tired and throbbing pain aches from below your thighs. It must have been the aftermath of your constant walking the night before. The door of your chamber burst open and came in the head of your maid. The old lady walk and stand beside you, helping you putting on a pair of flat slippers and guide you to behind the veil where you're able to clean your body using clean water and get ready. She get you your usual high-waisted skirt that reaches and fall to your ankles and a light color blouse which are slightly puff and tuck it in under your skirt and finally, she help you putting on another set of square heels and help adorning your hair "Your father and Her Majesty is waiting in the dining room along with Prince Choji."

The mention of your spoiled step-baby-brother and step-mother earn an eyeroll but you hum, allowing yourself out of your room and steps into the dining room. Your father, his Majesty sit at the other end of the table with his wife and son beside him on the left.

You look down, taking a quick walk and sit beside him on the right, facing Choji. The small feast begin but none of you said a word. For the rest of breakfast, the only noise made is the faint clanking sound of forks and knife against the plates.

You got up after you're done, bowing down and bidding good bye to his Majesty until he said; "What about to your Mother?" You stopped in your track, hands stiffled and face tight. You didn't dare look back but you said one thing, clear and loud "Her Majesty is not my mother. She's your wife."

You heard him slam his on the table, smashing his wine cup on the process and yell at you to get back but you didn't, and instead you pick up your pace and run to your room. After the echoing slam of the door, silence deafened inside your chamber. The dimmed-lighted room cloud over like a passing rain cloud, the once cheery room fill with laughters and bedtime stories now cramped with defeaning silence and darkness. You sat down on your bed, feeling as the soft mattress dip at your gentle force.

Sighing, you pick up that small frame from your nightstand desk. The image of your lovely mother dressed in appealing red dress cradling you in your light green colored dress. Your father beside her, one finger lock against your small grip. All are smiling, genuine and raw with emotions for their first complete family picture.

She shouldn't have die... If only they was quick enough, if only your father was quick enough to find the cure, your mother won't have to die. She'd still be here, and there won't be enough space in the picture for your step-mother and his son to waltz into.

You plop onto your bed, hang the frame in between your chest and hug it tightly. Closing your eyes, you hope for sleep and last night exhaustion to consume you.

Perplexed, confused and in disbelief by your own behavior to sneak out the castle once again, however this time prepared with a small map inside your pocket in case you got lost like last night and a lamp, lit enough you can make out the ground a few small inches before you.

Walking around the same path, you stop at a familiar bush you saw the bunny hop from, grinning to yourself as you think you're near. You bring out the map but only then you grasp no such thing as an oasis is mentioned in the map. You look around, determined to make it to the place you've been last night and then you heard that voice, that familiar husky voice "I told you to leave, didn't I?"

You turn around, facing the man whom helped you last night "I wanted to visit that place again!" Surprised by your sudden exclamation, he look at you with a quirk brow "That place is mine, not yours to loiter around."

You huff "This is a free land, not yours to claim." He grumbled under his breath, tucking his neat hair in between his locks and look at you "... Me..."

Now, it's your turn to quirk your brow at him "I can't hear you...!"

"I said, follow me." He pocketed his hand beneath his pocket and walk forward, purposely leaving the cemented path to mingle on an unfamiliar walk, presumably to the place.

"What's your name?" He didn't stop in his tracks nor did he said anything, a respond or something "Hello—"

"Sakura Haruka. You are that princess, right? Your Father rule Shishitoren." The sudden unneeded mention of your father make you groan in annoyance "Yes. How do you know?" He shrugs, stopping in his tracks "Is it not obvious?" What does he meant by that? He lift the leaves curtains in front of him, revealing the same place you've been dying to be at since this morning.

A small smile crept to your face, grinning and thank him for bringing you back here. A furious red hue spread across his cheek, caressing his paled complexion. After a moment, you sat down by the pond, legs dip into the the water. Sakura watch you from afar, his expression unreadable.

"Are you going to keep staring? Say something if you have anything to ask." He grin, showing off his pearly whites. He trudge beside you, but not to dip his legs as he just sat down, legs thrown into a criss-cross. You look at him from beside, your own eyes graze over every details of his feature, his pointy noise scratch and wounded, the side of his chin bruised and a deep wound gush on his cheek "How come you're more badly wounded than last night? Do you always fight?" He hiss in return of your words, clearly unappreciative of what you just said.

However, unlike how any other humans would react, he didn't react to your pressings on his wound, instead when your cold finger brush against his skin "I don't have anything but..." You pull a piece of napkin from the beneath of your gown pocket and dip it whole into the water "I can at least clean them." Sakura lean away, not very much fond of the idea at which you sighed, pulling him forward "Relax, you should at least clean it."

Starting with the long cut on his cheek, you dab the wet napkin over the lines to clean dried blood, patting the napkin to his wound to at least clean it. Yes, you might have not notice your close proximity since you're so immense on the taking care of the wound but he has. Sakura can make out the way your lashes blink as you close your eyes to regain focus on your vision. The way it hugs your cheeks, the slightest details he can see now because you're so up close.

Finally you look up but just as you did, your nose touches. It cause him to blush and you to flinch. You almost fall back in the water but he caught you just in time and pull you "Careful, moron!"

Dazed. Fixed. You are unable to say anything for a few seconds, blinking away flusteration. Regaining your composure, you cough out and look away. Oh, why is everywhere burning?!

"You should tend them properly. Make sure to bandage it up." He look at you, perplexed. You point with your finger to your own face "The wounds. You need to take care of it." It's a silly word, indeed is. A silly, meaningless word of concern but why is his heart is beating. So loudly he thanked the sounds around him for masking it.

This is a first for Sakura. The first he felt like this in hundreds years, perhaps, a thousand. Not once, never once did he feel like this, how can a stopped-beating heart thump anyway? Absurd! There must be some sort of mistake, that's right. A mistake. A coincidence that bound to happened.

The night fell and the day came. It's a repetitive motion for a month since he met you. That mistake. It turns out it's not so much of a mistake at all. Love. At least, that's what his friend, Nirei, told him.

Love... What a strange emotion.

Tonight, like any other nights, he wait by the oasis, waiting for you, like a shining beacon to come and just be here already. Sakura heard footsteps, familiar footsteps of your heels arriving. The leaves curtain lift and drop when you came, like an unfamiliar sunlight, you shone the place loom with darkness and shadow for him.

You greet him, and in your hands there's another book for you to read together. You stopped in your track, tilt your head and give him a strange look "You've been fighting again, have you?" The male huff, crossing his hands together.

You climb the rock he's sitting on, site your place beside him and bring that same napkin you bring every night "You really should stop getting into fights, you know?" You scolded to which he only scoff and laugh at. As always, whatever you say went to his right ear and slip to his left, whiff into the air.

"Haru, I'm serious..." That made him stop, he grunt something incoherent in your ears but you questioned no more, getting the hint that maybe, he finally decided to listen.

"I got this book from our library today. Want to read it together?" Yeah, how can he ever deny your request? Nodding his head, you immediately begin skimming through the pages to start reading.

"Haru." You suddenly mentioned in between your reading and he hum, allowing you to begin again "Where do you live? You never tell me where you live." He freeze, not knowing how to answer your question. Right, you didn't know. About his being, his true beings. Who he is, what he is. How could he tell you? Would you... Would you look at him the same...?

"—Ru. Haruka." He flinches, giving you an unreadable expression. Reluctantly, he shake his head, a silent plea for you to stop mentioning whatever you just mentioned.

You wanted to say something but bite it back, hum in understanding and said nothing. He slipped this once but he can't be so sure next time. Sooner or later, if he truly cares, he needs to tell you.

And it's been a week since then, you stopped coming for a while as you're busy preparing for a banquet your father are hosting for his fellow friends. You didn't quite get to mention it to Sakura as it has been rather a last-minute plan. It makes you wonder if he ever look out for you during the past days.

Whilst you're helping your step-brother picking a suitable attire for the night, you subconsciously replay to your conversation the previous nights. Up until today, you are still wondering, interest to know where he live. He knows where you live so it's only fair that you do to. What is he so hesitant about anyway?

The night resume, the small banquet lit the night and laughters fill the entire ballroom. Everyone is either engaging with each other or indulging themselves and as for you and Choji, it's always the latter.

When your father, his wife and his friends arrived at your table, everyone is obliged to be silent and let them have the talking. You didn't quite intrigued to hear whatever they're yacking about, well, not until your step-mother mention marriage. It's only fair or you, now officially nineteen, a damsel in distress, and also the next one in line to be married.

You hope, hope to dear God your father would say something, anything to drop the topic but all you can see he's doing was nodding his head. Almost dropping your utensils, you thrash your head in displeased. Both your father and his wife, along with the other parties turn to you, shocked.

"I'm not getting married." You stood up but your father words caught you in your trance "You leave, you mustn't come back." Your step-mother look in between you and your father, fearful expression contorts on her face.

"Must you do this, Father? Forcing me into marriage with someone I barely knew?" You hear him grunts, motioning for you to take your seat. At this point, hot tears has gathered and if only Choji didn't secretly hold your hand in reassurance, you would've flipped out.

That's right, you have to learn to control your temper. There's so many people tonight in this room, you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself and be label as the 'disgrace to royalty'.

Endured a painful hours long of discussing, you finally excused yourself after they did. Strutting back to your room, you locked the door behind you and cries silently. All you ever wanted, at least right now at this moment, is the warmth of your mother.

You locked yourself away for the entire night, and not once did you give away your ego when your father knocked on your chamber door multiple times moments ago. When the clock strikes twelve, when the shadow aligns, you carefully make your way out of your room. The entire castle is pitched black, unable to see, you discreetly bring a lamp with you.

The raw wind blows on your face when the door opens. Nobody is around and silence is the sole melody plays throughout your journey to the woods. You hope you can find him. You need to find him.

As soon as you arrived, a vogue silhouette of a familiar someone greet you by the rock. He's slouching, eyes closed with a subtle troubled expression on his face. You tip-toed near him as quiet as possible, wish to surprise him when all of a sudden "I know you're here."

You yelped, almost throw the lamp off if not for him to catch it on time. He laughs at your reaction, he won't tell but he find it somehow endearing how you look so surprised and shocked. Sakura soft laughter died down when he look into your eyes, your usual bright eyes and slightly, very slightly dull. Your cheeks is red as we as the tip of your nose. It's like you've been crying for hours long.

"What happened?" You smiled, telling him it's nothing and that you are just tired. Sakura was usually dismissive, he rarely feel a thing so he never bother to check up on others but, the sight of your dried-teary face. Surprisingly enough, it make his heart ache. If that was possible, of course... "You are not tired. You cried."

You thought washing your face is enough to cleanse the evidence but it seems not. You take a sit beside him, a visible long sighed escaped past your open lips.

"My Father forced me to marry..." He lift his head up, tracing your skin with his eyes "That so..." Sakura seem to have not notice it but you're starting to look back, you stared back at him as he continues to stare mindlessly. He only realized when he move his eyes upwards and you stare back at him, smiling but bewildered.

Normally, he would freak out, turn his head away but not now, he keep staring into your eyes. A furious red creep up to his cheeks and he can hear your heartbeat thumping loudly against his ears. On impulse, he bring his hand forward, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. His skin make touch to yours and it send a chill down your spine. His hands feel cold, inhumanly cold.

He cup your cheek using one hand, gently bring your face forward as he too, leans in and kiss you. His lips is cold too, too cold but it's not making you uncomfortable. You return his kiss with a small sigh of relief. Being this close with him for the first time ever, you can make out a faint mint smell radiate in the air. Sakura move his hand down to your waist, pulling you gently closer to him as the world outside seemed to fade into the background.

When you break of the kiss, Sakura finally look away, coughing out nothing in embarrassment "I... There's something I need to tell you but I'll tell you tomorrow." He look into your eyes, silently pleading "Can you come again?" Smiling at him oh-so brightly, you nod your head in agreement.

"You cannot do this to me!"

"Yes, I can. Especially when you misbehaved like this and sneak out the castle every night!" The guards push you in and throw you on the ground "Reflect what you've done and until then, you will stay in your room." Getting up, you storm to the door only for it to close before you and your father lock it from outside.

Planting your ear on the door, you can hear their quiet pleas, both your step-mother and step-brother, begging him to unlock the door. He said nothing and his large footsteps descend downstairs. You tries to take a deep breath, voice breaking in silence "Don't do this to me, please..."

It's been hours, perhaps a day, and during that time, you slouched against the door, wiping what you thought was the last tears only for a few to rush suit. It's a struggle to regain composure but when you heard footsteps outside the door followed with small steps of a certain someone's skipping, you got up slowly.

"Princess..." It's her voice, the voice of someone you always believed was vile and pretentious. The door creaks and gently push open.

You saw the Queen peeking behind the door, scared she'll get caught but Choji stood there, both hands on his waist as if he was proud to help, to rescue you. You turn to both of them, a silent gratitude expression plastered across your face "I—"

The Queen put both hands on your shoulders, crouch down eye-level "We both got many untold things to share so go, and come back fast. We'll be waiting..." She hope to share a quick hug but she's aware it's not yet a good time so she watch you leave, running downstairs and escape the castle.

You race to the forest, the sun barely set but it's almost dark. The weather is clouded over and it seems like it's about to rain. Pick your dress over your ankles, you hurry, praying to meet him at the place. Hurriedly lift the curtains, your vision immediately drawn to a familiar man. He wear what you remembered he wore the first time you both met. The white ruffled shirt and his signature dark trouser "Haru..." You didn't quite make out his face but you can tell it's scrunched, like a hurtful look. Why would he look at you with such look, you wonder...

"Where were you? We were supposed to meet yesterday!"

"...I waited."

You clutch the bottom of your dress, pained and frustrated "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." You make a move, walking towards him and slowly begin to put your distance to a closure "You said there's something you'd like to tell me. Can you tell now?"

His whole body tensed, Sakura jerk his head aside with a bitter look still on his face "Moron, what makes you think I forgive you so easily—"

"Haru, I promise I have my reason. I promise I will tell you after you do." It's not short, nor is it easy to make him spill whatever on his mind but he's determined to tell you everything. Gently and carefully, he pick your hand up, that inhumanly cold hand of his brush against your much warmer ones.

"Would you... Would you leave me if I'm not who you thought I was?"

"Haru, what do you—"

"I'm not a good person, there is a truth that dwells within me, a shadow that clings to my very soul. It is a truth so monstrous that I fear you may never look at me the same again."

He wish not to lie to you anymore, let it be the end of your sweet meet, he wish to be honest with you once and for all "I'm not a person, I'm a vampire."

Your eyes widen, a slow gasp elicit past your open lips. To say you are shocked is an understatement, you are beyond speechless, nearly forgetting how to breathe and swallow back "H— Haru..."

"I don't wish for you to stay. You may leave if you wish. I just— I thought I'd be honest for once," He look down and stare into your eyes, and for once, his usually hard stares mix with a tinge of vulnerability "Especially to whom I like."

He close his eyes, unable to see you leave his sight. His fist bawl tight that his paled skin turn out paler. His eyes widen as he accidentally lets out a loud gasp of surprise when you suddenly tackle him into a hug "What are you—"

"If you are to be a monster, the darkness, let me be your light, Haru — as long as I'm not your next victim of thirst..." Giggling, you secure your arms around him, nuzzling your face against his chest. He almost let out a laugh but instead he smile, so big it radiates the sun to shine within the dark night.

"You still owe me an explanation." You hum, quick to take an understanding why the hands of the man you like is always cold, so, very inhumanly cold.

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kizzer55555 · 1 month ago

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How to Kidnap a Corpse

So here’s a DP x spn crossover idea I have. So basically, something happens and the Winchester brothers come across infinite realm ghosts. Vlad specifically (could be just him, could be others.) and they get separated. They try everything they can think of but none of their tricks work on Vlad. He treats the holy water like normal water, can cross salt lines, unbothered by the numerous chants they’ve tried or sigils they write, and any of their actual weapons such as guns, silver, iron, holy metal or other, even a good old fist to the face, just pass right through him. They have NEVER encountered a creature like this before. They don’t even know what it is. But whatever it is has a myriad of powers they’ve never seen before and is pretty much invincible. And then they get separated. (Maybe in the ghost zone, maybe in some random location. Maybe they were trapped in Walker’s ghost prison for being ‘illegal humans’ and Vlad is acting Warden or wants an object from them? Who knows?) So Sam is running from this…creature and Danny ends up seeing this happen and decides to help out when it appears Vlad might kill him. And Sam has no idea why a clearly supernatural creature is helping him, especially since he thinks they might be the same species?? But he keeps running. And then at some point Sam is cornered again and Danny takes a hit meant for the guy (maybe at first Danny was just tackling Vlad and Sam thought it was some kind of territorial thing and while it was supicious the second creature kept putting itself between Sam and the first creature, he chalked it up to a coincidence because there was no reason for it to help him) and a strike was about to hit Sam but Danny, after being thrown down in the opposite direction, very clearly throws himself between Sam and the hit, taking it himself. And tells Sam to run. This changes the tide of battle as before they were kinda even but now Danny is injured. So Sam runs while the second humanoid creature distracts the first (a little bitter because it appeared to be a kid) and then practically crashed into Dean. And they have the chance to get away but Sam stops him and explains about the other creature who saved him. Saying they couldn’t just leave him there. Besides, it looked like a kid. And Obviously Dean is ready to leave. (If they did have an object Vlad wanted, it was lost long ago in the fight and not worth their lives. But maybe they just interrupted his business and he didn’t want witnesses.) So Dean is convincing his brother to leave when they hear a noise and both immediately hide and then look out to see the first hostile creature dragging the unconscious form of the second creature away and the second creature is clearly injured. And looks like a kid. Maybe 15 years old.

And then a green portal opens up that gives off the most ominous presence, enough to make a shiver go down their spines, and the first creature is dragging the injured, young second creature through and so Dean says fine and gives in but makes it clear he’s only helping so they can figure out what the fudge those things are. So they get Danny away from Vlad. Maybe they shoot Vlad and it actually works because Vlad wasn’t expecting it and didn’t phase through it, or maybe they hit him right when the portal closed and it distracted him, maybe it’s just an outright smoke bomb kidnapping and they just bolt? But basically, they do something and now Vlad is gone and they have an unconscious, glowing, bleeding teenager. So they just kinda…manhandle the body into the Impala and really, they should not have as much experience manhandling unconscious, corpse like bodies into their car, but they do. So now they have an unconscious and injured unknown creature who is likely a child of the unknown species and Dean figures that at the very least, if they are helping him they‘ll figure a few things out so as they are trying to use medical supplies to fix up the scratches and burns and stop the oozing, glowing green substance flowing from the kids wounds that they think is his blood. Dean is also doing research on what the heck they just fought. As well as poking the unconscious teen with various things. Now that he isn’t phasing through them. Iron? No. Silver? No. Holy water? Nah, just passes right over the skin like normal water. Salt? Nah. What about fire? “Dean!”

“What?”

And so the experiments/impromptu surgery happens and it’s not like they can take the kid to a normal hospital so they go to see Bobby. And he just sees the two brothers awkwardly trying to drag a glowing body out of the Impala that is covered in amateur bandaging and leaking a green substance over everything. If this is a point in the series where Cas is present, he shows up later (likely was also separated from the brothers during the fight and then reunited with them at the car as they are running to it while carrying the unconscious Danny. Or maybe shows up at the car after the battle, sees them, and is like, what is that?) and Cas can’t even identify what Danny is. Not a demon. He doesn’t sense a malevolent presence from him. But not fully human either. Too strong. And a connection to death? (Did Vlad or anyone se mention they were ghosts and the Winchester’s just didn’t believe them/thought the creature was messing with him?) uuhhhh…I’m not sure if he’s breathing but the blood hasn’t stopped flowing. Ghost? Zombie?

“He’s too….alive to be a zombie.”

“He’s too alive to be a ghost!”

Cas says he’s closer to an angel than anything but something’s still off. And he doesn’t have any grace.

“Wouldn’t a graceless angel just be a human?”

So when Danny finally wakes up it’s going to be ✨interesting✨. But basically, Danny stays in Phantom form and the Winchesters have no idea he’s part human. Even if Danny does change to his human form, they just think it’s some kind of shapeshifting ability. (Does Danny tell them and they don’t believe him? Does he keep it secret? Does he think they already know/figure if they accept his ghost side there’s no need to hide the human part and just, not bother hiding it but they don’t pick up context clues?). So they now have a baby…thing…join them.

Is this a bad Fenton parents universe and Danny ran away? Nasty burger incident and Danny was running from Vlad? Is this Danny on ‘vacation’ with his Godafther and prefers spending time with the Winchesters Until he has to go home rather than the fruitloop? Does Danny just disappear because he was injured/saved and his parents just haven’t realised it yet? Is Danny jumping between the Winchesters and Amity? Who knows!

#dp x spn #Kizzer55555 ideas

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thequeenofthedisneyverse · 2 months ago

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EurylAres fic; Chapter 1?? + HC's

Chapter 2

Here's the AO3 version too

The Mortal and The God Of War - Chapter 1 - Queenofthemultiverse - EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums) [Archive of Our Own]

Eurylochus was panting and deeply covered in blood by the dozens, probably hundreds of men he slaughtered ferociously. His adrenaline was still up and his body shaking from the experience.

For some air, he took off his helmet to let his face and head breathe. He fell to his knees and clutched his head in his hands. His own way of trying to calm himself down.

Unknown to him, he just caught the eyes of the war hardened, barbaric, and tactical god to ever live...Ares...for ten straight years... The god of war didn't quite like that Odysseus fought like a coward and hid in a wooden horse, but bloodshed is bloodshed.

The god's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at the man. Eurylochus was everything he wanted in a partner. Strong, calculated, and the best of all, a true fighter. Warrior of the mind, so to speak.

Ares sat above the clouds that were raining down on the men, making puddles of blood and water below their feet.

"An angel..." the god muttered as he felt his cheeks burn and...b- butterflies in his stomach? He's never felt such in his life...HE MUST TALK TO HIM!

Clearly without thinking, Ares flew down to where Eurylochus was kneeled in a red fiery beam of light and crashed only a few feet away from him. The sound of the impact frightened Eury and made him put his hands out to shield himself from the debris.

Other soldiers saw the beam of light and saw where it landed. But they didn't know whatever it was landed in front of Eurylochus.

You see, Eury was a little far away from other soldiers. Hence why they didn't know it was him who was about to be greeted by the god of war.

Eurylochus unshielded his face and looked at what was in front of him...his eyes widened as he took in the sight. Dressed in familiar Greek red and gold armor, stood a man who stood at at least seven feet tall. His entire body shined with a red glow that was almost hypnotic in a way. Eury blinked, just to see if what was happening was real or if the adrenaline got to his head too much.

The tall figure stepped toward him, and he flinched. Eury quickly grabbed his sword that was down on the ground next to him, ready to defend himself if need bed.

Ares stopped as he saw him do so...this mortal, this tiny little creature was going to defend himself against someone who looked like they could really rip him to shreds if they wanted to.

He fell more in love...

As a way to show he meant no harm, the tall man took off his helmet and threw it down. Beneath was a man with a face full of scars; One the ran over the left side of his lip, another that started from his right eyebrow, through his eye, and stopped at his cheek. Kind of like Eury's scar, except his is on the left.

He was quite handsome to be honest...but that thought was shoved to the back of Eurylochus' head. That was the LAST thing he should be thinking about right now.

His skin an ebony brown with what looked like darker brown eyes? They could be black, Eurylochus couldn't tell. What he could see was his expression and...is that a twinkle in his eyes?

"I- I um...I am Ares...God of war," The rather large man said as he stepped closer to the smaller man before him.

Ares...ARES?!...THAT was the god in front of him right now? Oh gods...what did he want?

Eurylochus was at a loss for words and wasn't quite sure what to do here. He now knows striking this god would be a very foolish move, and his body didn't show he wanted a fight but...what was he doing here?

"I don't want to harm you I just...you looked quite magnificent, fighting out there I mean"

Eurylochus blinked twice, did a god just compliment him?!

"I- W- Wha- What?" Eury asked in utter disbelief

The god stepped closer to him, but Eurylochus stood still. Running wouldn't do much, so he stayed put. A small part of him was curious to see why the god of war of all people chose to talk to him.

Ares took a final step near Eury and fell to his knees in front of him. The act took the smaller man off guard a little. And still, Ares toward over him.

Without warning, Ares took Eury's hand in his, coincidentally tugging the man towards him.

"Oh shit" Eury thought as his heart skipped a beat. He was scared but sure as hell wasn't the type to show it. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he had a bewildered look on his face.

"You...you fight with such grace and beauty that I had to see you in person...and you are more beautiful than Aphrodite herself"

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCK IS HAPPENING?!!!!

Eury felt his cheeks heat up and his heart quicken...was this god...flirting with him? Complimenting him? Both? What the fuck?!

The look in Ares' dark brown pools held sincerity and genuine emotion. His own heart was going at a million miles per second too!

"If you'd have me," Ares tightened his grip on Eurylochus' hand but not enough to hurt him. Ares wouldn't dream of hurting this absolute angel. "I would like to court you, to love you, and to show you the care you deserve...my angel"

In the far-right corner behind Eurylochus, and behind a house, three men were watching what was going on in utter shock and disbelief. But I'll get to them later.

Eurylochus was really at a loss for words now...the god of war, violence, and bloodshed was holding his hand...asking to court him. He could say no,...but what would that lead to? The possibility of HIS blood being shed? The logical part of him wanted to say no but also knew that would be a bad idea.

The other side of him...the lonely, curious, and touch starved part of Eurylochus wanted to say yes. Yeah, there might be consequences for this, but hey, you live once.

"I...um...okay"

Ares blinked at that...but a large smile followed afterwards, it was a little sweet.

"You- You will?! You really will?! Oh, what great joy" Ares pulled the smaller man into an almost bone crushing hug. After squeezing the life out of him Ares set the man back down to the ground quite gently.

"You won't regret this; OUR LOVE WILL BE VICTORIOUS!! I can't believe this, you said yes...you said yes" The god cheered loudly enough for all of the soldiers and some other gods to hear.

Eury was trying to breath as the violent deity above him shouted his lungs out. After he caught his breathe, he looked up at him and just stared.

Ares looked down at him with a smile of pure adoration and confidence. Without warning, again, Ares took Eurylochus' right hand again and kissed it.

As a gift, Ares conjured up a long spear that glowed a menacing red at the tip and the rest was pure gold. He got down on one knee and presented it to him.

"For you, my angel of war..."

Eury's eyes widened and twinkled a bit as he reached out and took the spear. As soon as he touched his name slowly engraved itself onto the staff part of the spear.

The smaller man looked up at Ares, a smile...a genuine smile on his f "I- I don't know what to say...thank you"

Ares' heart skipped a beat at that smile and gratitude, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

So yeah, Ares started going out with Eurylochus...and the start of the trip home was nothing but embarrassing and annoying for Eury.

Odysseus, Polites, Elpenor, and a few other soldiers saw everything that went down....Odysseus and Polites were mildly concerned for Eury.

I mean, the god of WAR asked him out. That isn't something that happens every day. They can't really much about it but still, they at least wanted to how Eurylochus was feeling. Polites approached first.

"Hey buddy...sooo...Ares huh? H- How do you feel?"

Eurylochus felt a little too flustered and shy to answer that, "I- I um...h- he, he seems nice. I guess, I don't know!"

"Nice...the god of war seems nice?" Elpenor asked, suspicion laced in his tone.

"Elpenor! Heh, if- if he seems nice than maybe he is! You never know, he could be a complete teddy bear"

As Odysseus listened to the conversation, he couldn't help but think about Athena. She saw what he saw so...does she know her brother is dating his brother in arms and lifelong best friend? Probably but...he wonders how that convo is doing

*Somewhere on mount Olympus*

"ATHY! ATHY! ATHY! ATHY!" Ares squealed in joy as he looking for his younger sister.

"Hello Ares..." Athena rolled her eyes at the nickname...she hated that nickname.

"Guess what, guess what, guess what!"

"You're dating a mortal by the name of Eurylochus...I know, and by how you screamed it, I'm sure every god in existence knows..."

"Aaaaw, I wanted to say it!"

"..."

"Why would you choose that one anyway, what's so interesting about him?"

He talked her ear off for the next 45 minutes. He sounded so infatuated that it kind of concerned her a bit. Ares has never been involved with anyone to the extent of her knowledge. She's only a few years younger than him so she's seen him grow up alongside her.

Maybe it was the simple fact of seeing Ares smile fondly at something so wholesome is what disturbed her. He's never done that.

Ares has only ever been stoic or sickly smiled at the blood he saw others or himself shed. That was normal Ares to her but THIS Ares...frightened her a bit.

Back on the ship, Eury was getting teased endlessly. Elpenor and Perimedes decided to reenact the whole scene of what happened a mere 8 hours ago.

"I am Ares...God of war, I don't want to harm you I just...you looked so amazingly magnificent, fighting out there" Perimedes, so dramatic, held Elpenor's hand and spoke with the gravelliest voice he ever could.

Elpenor, who was also a little dramatic, pretended to be Eurylochus...in the most feminine way possible.

Elpenor gasped and put his hand on his heart, "W- What? Who? Me? Oh, it just couldn't be me, couldn't be!"

If it weren't for Eury's dark skin, he would be as red as a tomato right now. "I swear they both better sleep with one eye open..."

Odysseus chuckled, "Oh lighten up, Eury! You should be happy; you won the heart of a...eesh...a guy who knows what he wants!"

"Shut up Ody, before you find yourself in the water!"

~HC TIME!~

Ares doesn't really know what he's doing because he's never been on a date before. Nor has he really seen what a functional relationship looks like.

His father is a cheater and his mother...is crazy. Yeah, she's a good mom and all, but she goes after the children that come out of Zeus' infidelity all the time.

So...Ares just knows he doesn't want to have whatever his parents have going on.

Once the soldiers get back to Ithica, all 600 in one piece since Ares helped with the cyclops problem, they had their first official (beach) date.

Ares disguised himself as a shorter human and took Eurylochus out. At first, neither of them knew what to talk about really. What does a god talk about with a mortal? And what does a mortal talk about with a god?

So, they started with small things; What's your favorite color or animal, what's your favorite food or way to pass the time, etc.

At first Ares had normal answers...until it got to "What's your favorite way to pass the time?"

Oh boy...does Ares like to go into detail!

"Oh, I love watching animals tear apart their prey limb from limb. Just blood spilling everywhere as guts are being pulled out and devoured with harsh chomps...what do you like to do?"

"...."

THAT was what reminded Eurylochus that he was on a date with a god.

Word spread among the other gods, some found it funny while others felt bad for Eury's soul. Poor guy, doesn't he know that this relationship won't end well?

Zeus found it humorous, but Hera wasn't so quick to feel the way he did.

So, Hera would watch them from afar when they went on their dates. Just to see if this mere mortal was right for her baby. She could care less if Eury ends up dead by the end of it, all she wants is for Ares to have a happy experience dating.

Once she learned that he was happy during the first six months, she left them alone. Hebe, younger sister of Athena and Ares, did the same as her mother but for much longer.

One date was where Eury took Ares to an Olympic game. He noticed Ares was rather fond of sports, even if in a weird way, so he figured he liked it.

And he did, his only complaint was that there weren't enough injuries or blood. Eury simply laughed at that and continued their date.

Something that's a little cute is that Ares knows Eury likes to cook, so, Ares slays a wild boar for him and brings it to his house. Ares does this many times, mostly with wild boar, chicken, and fish.

He's like a cat really, he'll kill something and bring it home as a gift.

That's all for now folks, but let me know if ya want more!

@dishsoaptragedies done!

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

I would like for everyone to know that I started the ship so if you make art with them can you at least credit me?

#epic musical #epic the musical #eurylochus #epic eurylochus #odysseus #epic odysseus #polites #epic polites #elpenor #epic elpenor #perimedes #epic perimedes #rarepair #crackship #eurylochus x ares #eurylares #TMATGOW au

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sgiandubh · 7 months ago

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Whisky, gin and beer

It was always going to be about beer, too - not only whisky and gin. And it was probably designed to be a simultaneous project, that might have been postponed for various reasons: funny how all those intelligent people across the street forget everything about COVID, when it does not fit their agendas. And by COVID, I do not mean only the prolonged lockdowns, but first and foremost the worldwide logistics crisis, with compromised supply chains and overall a huge blow on the transports' sector.

In fact, looking at those trademark websites, it becomes evident that first (now abandoned) trademark application for beer was filed in at the same time as the one for whisky, on December 28, 2018:

Separate categories, as per US regulations, need separate filings, of course. And beer is a brilliant, simple idea, with high quality local ingredients (it's really barley, water, hops and yeast) relatively easy to source. Well, spare perhaps for the hops, but that is not really a problem, anymore:

(Source: the James Hutton Institute's booklet Hops in Scotland, 2018 - well, then. The institute is based in Dundee, by the way, so I think they know exactly what they are talking about, especially after a four year long feasibility study with encouraging results: https://www.hutton.ac.uk/news/scottish-hops-viable-commercial-crop-hutton-research-finds)

As I always make a point of reminding anyone, this page does not deal in fantasy and empty, meaningless scouring of social media accounts. And cackle to your heart's content, Mordor, but S seems to have a genuine, informed interest in the industry, as shown above.

This is a different business plan and a different marketing model, based on affordable production costs and yield/volume (as compared to successive, 'limited batches' of tequila or whisky, where the accent is placed on the excellence of the product and know-how, as reflected in the final price tag). You can bottle that beer or you can sell it on tap, partnering with local bars and pubs first, then progressively extending that network. And I bet the farm it is going to be a premium, artisanal beer first, with options open for a more democratic product, once brand awareness is properly built: beer is versatile, like that.

Whisky and gin were expensive, carefully curated pet projects. Beer is a fun, easy and lucrative one, with a wider clientele and fast growing potential. And this is how that unknown, struggling Scottish actor who once was the face of Tennent's has a fair opportunity to strike it big. To be followed, which I might do. And this is also how his products could cover the entire price range, from luxury to affordable.

It is also always disheartening to see how all those bitter women congregating on certain Tumblr pages feel the need to dismiss anything he does. As I always said and I always will, many of them have no idea about the very basics of business and trade, no exposure to that world and, to be honest, no particular intellectual acuity. Plus I bet the farm many of them lie about their own circumstances: it's easy to pretend, on the Internet and always sexier (and lame, of course) to introduce yourself as a corporate whatever than a secretary. But I wonder how would they feel, in the unlikely situation they would be running their own lemonade stand, if passers by started cackling and bitching about their trade, out of the blue.

So, all in all, we seem to be dealing with some careful preparation, portfolio diversification and yes, taking much needed strides away from McGrandma. To be continued, of course...

PS: FMN Gin, still crickets? Ahhh...

#fandom #shitshow #booze wars

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officialabortive · 2 years ago

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Naga!Bakugou x reader

Synopsis: bakugou finds what appears to be an abandoned naga hatchling asleep in his cave. But it has legs?

Here you were, wandering in the thick woods that you found so beautiful. You were completely lost in its beauty, literally. After hours of mindless exploration you found yourself in unknown parts of the woods. Your efforts to find your way back were futile as you only wandered further out. The sun had already set and you grew hungry.

As the sun's warm glow faded away, the cool night air creeped in, chilling you to your very core. Granted, the thick brown cloak you wore was indeed warm, but not warm enough. You need shelter.

Deep howling of wolves rung out through thin air, and the realization of how bad your situation is strikes you. Your slow cautious steps slowly turn to a hurried jog. You need to to find somewhere to stay now.

Tears welled up in your glassy eyes, blurring your vision. But you were still able to spot something despite them.

A cave

This will do. You settle down onto the hard cave floor, holding your cloak tightly closed around your cold body.

You decide it's probably best to simply sleep the night through, trying not to think too much about your rumbling stomach or lack of clean water. 'Don't think about it, just get some rest'

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Bakugou woke to the sound of something scampering around outside his cave, but he thought nothing of it. It was probably just another deer prancing around where it shouldnt be. But the sound got his full attention when its source -whatever it was- entered his cave. The steps echoed, bouncing off the cave walls.

But the noise quickly faded till it was gone. Was he hearing things? Whatever. Its probably nothing. Bakugou promptly plopped his head back down onto his tail that coiled on circles on the floor.

What if it wasn't nothing? His mind wandered. Of course nothing in the area was any sort of danger to him, but he didn't like visitors.

He needs to know what the hell made those sounds, it was eating away at him. Uncoiling himself out of his resting position, bakugou slithered down toward the cave entrance.

Before reaching the cave's mouth he found... well- he's not sure what he found. It seems to be a tiny creature wrapped in some sort of soft brown outer shell. This tiny thing resembles a naga hatchling, but with odd legs instead of a tail. Poor thing was deformed and abandoned by it's mother.

As the self proclaimed protector of this part of the forest, bakugou felt the need to take in and nurture this hatchling.

Gently, the blond naga wrapped part of his long scaly tail around you, being sure not to wake you. While taking you deeper into the cave, he noticed the rumbling growl of your stomach. You're starving.

Rage runs through him at the thought of your parent abandoning and starving you. Luckily he found you, everything will be ok now.

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parkermunson · 2 years ago

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Siren!Eddie Part 4

1 / 2 / 3

summary: After your 'meeting' with a creature only mentioned in stories, you've convinced yourself you've lost your mind. But days later, and no sign of your mysterious beach friend, the creature comes back. Both your and his curiosity are peaked, until it's interrupted.

t/w: he's a literal siren so mentions of eating people, blood, [healed] wounds, eddie's tail gets punctured, human/siren curiosity, siren!eddie is overprotective of his human friend >:l

a/n: Ahhhh!!! The long awaited part 4 is here!!!!! I'm so thankful this little series has been received so well ❤️ Thank you for the love and feedback. I tried tagging everyone who asked, but I might have missed a few. I'm new to taglists, so I apologise. Anyway, here's sweet siren!Eddie. [2.9k words]

The walk back to your side of town was uneventful compared to the experience in the water, though it was welcome for that very reason. Your open wound was healed, yet the bruises remained and stung with each step, the only proof anything had actually happened at all.

The boy in the water at your beach didn't seem to take your interest anymore, but you gripped a shell tightly in your palm regardless. It seemed stupid now, but maybe giving him a gift before warning him of the creatures in the water was better than running up and screaming in his face.

Did he need warning though? The creature never hurt you, the opposite actually. It healed you! And then... sunk into a ball. You want to believe the creature is harmless but your childhood scoldings would say otherwise. Everything you just did was beyond the rules, beyond your own comprehension. It had to be fake, right? A figment of your imagination after overheating from the walk over. Perhaps you were delusional, losing your mind after all this time.

Why did you stay in the water with that thing so close? Why didn't you run? Are the stories about the creatures luring humans with a song true? You didn't hear any song, nonetheless saw the creature above water. Only the shiny curls of the flowing hair, hair that definitely looked familiar but unplaceable. The fingers that looked so otherworldly but possessed the soft touch of curiosity without fear. A tail that shined with an iridescent rainbow in the sun, but gleamed the brightest blues you've ever seen.

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Days had gone by without sign of the boy. You haven't stepped a toe in the water, partly due to the anxiety. Convincing yourself it was a trick of the mind was easy, believable. But the soreness and lack of scabbing when you still had dry blood stains on your sandal was harder to explain.

It almost felt lonely for the first time on the beach. Despite no one ever being there prior, the boy seemed to have a lasting effect for the short time he was there. The warm sand wasn't as comforting as before, and the sound of the waves gliding up the shore didn't echo as a calming background soundtrack anymore. It stirred your emotions between sadness and anger. Anger that the town's superstitious ways possibly got to your new friend, sadness that you were now back to being the only person to step foot on the beach.

The anger was taking over, boiling in your veins as you stared out at the vastness of the water. Your brain was done with sensible thoughts, now turning against the water itself. Damn the water for ruining the friendship. Damn the water for being so mysterious that people make up stories just to explain strange occurrences. Damn the water for having so many secrets. Damn the water for scaring everyone away. Damn the water for housing unknown creatures that strike fear and cause harm. Damn the water for hiding whatever or whoever you met that day. Damn the water for not bringing him back.

Before you knew it, your foot was kicking at the incoming waves in frustration. The silliness of the action didn't overshadow how good it felt. You kicked again, relishing in the movement. Like throwing a pebble into a canyon, the action meant nothing, but the movement of your foot meeting the push of water brought a nostalgic feeling. One that reminded you of your small baby feet splashing in a pool, surrounded by family long gone now.

Perhaps this was why you craved the presence of the boy and creature to return. The overwhelming loneliness had gone unnoticed before, but seemed deafening now.

You stepped further in the water, willing for the creature to return. It had to, you needed it to.

He kept his distance for a while. Staring at you on the beach as he sat beneath the shade of the overgrown trees at the very end of the beach. Every bit of him was called to you. His waking thoughts pondered your movements while his dreams centered around you seeing him for the first time without the veil of the water. The dreams would usually involve that sweet voice of your's saying words he recognized but couldn't quite remember the meaning of.

Water droplets danced down his scales as he sat on a long-dead overturned tree, the trunk suspended above the waterline with the roots on land and the branches in the water. He was hidden enough under the canopy of leaves on the surrounding trees. Far enough away to blend in with the plants and water, but close enough to keep a curious eye. You spent almost everyday staring out at the water, glancing back at the entrance to the beach, sighing when neither gave you what you yearned for.

When the anger finally came to a head, you ran to the water, kicking it with a force he had never seen from you. It would have been humorous had it not tugged at his heart. He wanted to swim into your arms and assure you it would be okay, whatever it was you were upset about. Part of him believed it was because you wanted to see him again. He wanted that desperately to be true. With each kick you gave to the water, he felt the same emotion toward land.

Damn the land for hiding you for so long.

You walked further in the water, head held high and palms open at your sides. It felt like a welcome. A calling to him. Despite his earlier hesitations, he hopped off the tree and into the water. The sound of splashing alerted you to him, and though he was still a distance away, you flinched back. He continued on slowly toward you, his head nose-up above water. His eyes were trained on you, waiting for you to give any sign you would run, but as he grew closer your body relaxed. It was as if you were waiting for him all this time, like his hopes were true. Each inch closer, he could visibly see the tension in your muscles dissipating.

You stood in the shallow water waiting, the waves only coming up to your knees. He knew you hadn't seen his full face, and he wanted to change that, but he also knew to take it slow. This was new for him, as much as it was for you. His anxieties over losing you due to his non-human features crept under his skin, tingling at the back of his skull. He stopped deep enough in the water to sit comfortably with his tail tucked under him, his back hunched over so he could keep half his face under the water. It was your turn in this dance now. And he hoped with everything you would make the move.

Your legs felt like jello as they sludged through the water toward the boy. He didn't flinch as you drew near, a good sign. You paused two feet in front of him, taking in the visuals he allowed you to have. His soft eyes, the bridge of his nose, the curves of his cheekbones, his hair. The same hair you saw underwater on the other beach. Was he... Has the creature and the boy been the same person this whole time?

You held out your hand, the nerves raging under your skin prevalent in the unsteadiness of your arm. His brow knitted, eyes glancing between your face and outstretched hand, until he finally understood. His long nails appeared like razors rising out of the water, followed by his webbed fingers. His palm met yours delicately. You stared for a while at his hand, and he at yours. The difference in texture, colors, temperature. It was invigorating.

After a moment, you enclosed your hand around his, giving it a small shake. "Nice to finally meet you." His brow furrowed again before repeating your movement, his eyes focused on your joined hands. You smiled down at him as you released your grasp. His hand slid back underwater but your's remained outstretched. You can't officially meet until you see his face. You needed to know what he looked like, to put a full face to this creature haunting your thoughts.

Your hand slowly moved toward him, dipping underwater to find his chin. You waited a moment, in case he wasn't ready. But he straightened his back, his full face appearing from the water. The gills on the side of his neck wiggled as he breathed in the air. He was beautiful.

His pale neck led down to thin shoulders, slender collar bones jutting out at sharp angles. His skin had a bluish hue in the sunlight, an almost ghostly cast. A drawing on his upper chest caught your eye. A tattoo?

He looked up at you with wide eyes, waiting. Your hand remained on his chin as you bent down on one knee to get a closer look at him, the cool water seeping into your shorts causing a shiver to run through you, or was it him? Your eyes meeting this close felt right, like this was meant to happen. You turned his chin to the right so you could investigate his gills, now unmoving above water. Your other hand reached out and lightly grazed them causing him to flinch away with a smile. Did that tickle him?

Your hands on him rose his body temperature greatly, he almost felt like he was on fire. The flames eating him from the very tip of his tail, scorching him up to the placement of your fingertips on his chin. This felt so right, it was almost unbelievable his people kept him from this experience for so long.

After you explored his gills, he grabbed your chin and looked at your neck as you did to him earlier. He admired the veins running underneath the skin, the lines of blue and purple just underneath. The pulsing of your blood moving there. Your skin so smooth and soft, the lines and bends of your neck leading down to your collarbones. He brushed his palms down the curve of your shoulders and on the sides of your arms. You played with a curl of his hair.

You looked at him with such softness, he could never understand the need to hide from you. Years he had been alone, when you were right there on land. All this time a human with no ill will toward him. Damn, damn the land.

His patience never wavered as you examined his tail, playing with the scales, brushing the tailfin with amazement. Each touch caused a reaction from him, a preen almost. He would smile back at you with tight lips, but you didn't want to push his limits.

"Can you talk?" He stared back at you, unmoving. The blank expression on his face gave his answer. "So that's a no." His soft eyes took in your every movement, watching with curiosity as you tried figuring out next steps.

A sharp stab from your pocket hit you as you leaned forward on your knee. You reached in, pulling out the little shell for him. He gasped, finally opening his mouth to reveal his sharp teeth. Two rows of needles lined behind his lips. Lips that curled into the sweetest smile when he gently took the shell from your open palm. Though his teeth were unnerving, his giddiness at your gift made you smile back. He examined the shell closely, despite it only being an inch and a half big. He looked at it like it was the greatest gift he's ever been given.

His brain was going miles a second, not fully understanding why he felt the need to do it, or what it meant, but he choked out, "t-thank you-u." He realized too late what he had done, using his voice in the presence of a human. His kind only used their voices to lure humans to their ultimate death as a meal. To hypnotize them into a trance unbreakable by anything but the voice. He looked up in fear, only finding you in shock, your mouth hung open with wide eyes to match. You resembled the humans lured into the water when they realized, far too late, their destiny. He'd really done it now, ruining everything. He'd never forgive himself for bringing you harm.

His body temperature began to sink again, the heat leaving his body in shame. He dropped his gaze down to the water sloshing around his torso. He wouldn't know how to break the trance, having never done it himself before. Would you stay like this forever? Would it eventually wear off? Would he have to kill you to break you out it? The thought punched through him, the air feeling heavy in his lungs for the first time since the first moment he ever sucked in a breath of fresh oxygen.

"You can speak!"

He looked back up at you, finding utter joy and excitement on your features. The light in your eyes somehow brighter now, despite the sun not moving. Your happiness was contagious. The smile took over his lips, curling the corners of his mouth into a wide smile.

He had no idea what he said, but you clearly liked it. "Thank you," he repeated, the words foreign on his tongue. He didn't like their taste, but for you he would say them over and over. You practically vibrated at hearing him speak. He repeated the words again until they didn't taste so bad in his mouth.

Your smile fell as he continued repeating his gratitude. This must be the only phrase he knew. Something he picked up from overhearing humans. He could speak, but he didn't know words. The thought of teaching him warmed your heart, but the reality of coming to the beach daily to teach him was laughable. Afterall, you would only be teaching him to benefit you. To talk to you. What about him? He probably had a whole family to get back to. Other creatures waiting for him back in the depths of the water, worrying where he may be. Yet here he was, sitting with you, as he had for many days before (though you didn't know it until now).

The boy, the creature. The same being. It was impossible to believe this was your current situation. Sitting next to a mythical creature, one that not only isn't as dangerous as you've been told your entire life, but has the enthusiastic friendliness of a toddler. His wide eyes continue searching your body for differences. When he finds a freckle, he marvels at it, touching so gently. He attempts to rub it off, his brows knitting when he's unsuccessful. He's adorable, and you want to show him the world!

The world... a beach dropoff away. It's cruel and fearful of anything it doesn't understand. Anyone could look over the dropoff and see a creature caressing your body, thinking you're under the spell and in danger. The truth couldn't be farther from that, but no one would understand.

Regardless of your wishes, a voice shouts from the shore, "WHAT IS THAT?" A moment of silence is all you have for the realization to kick in. The shrill of multiple screams and the advancing steps through water as the townsfolk rush to 'save' you drown out your voice as you whisper to him, "I'm sorry."

He's wide-eyed, confused whether to protect you from your own kind, or let you go. Protecting you meant killing humans. He's never done that before. Though, he absolutely would if it meant keeping you safe.

But you stand, rushing toward the oncoming crowd as an attempt to cut the humans off from getting too close to him. Two large men sneak past you and head right toward him. He knows this is goodbye forever as he glances back at you. The final visual he'll have of you, holding your arms out in front of you as the other humans are shouting in your face, surrounding you, grabbing you. They pull you away, but you look back for him.

Your eyes meet, if only for a moment. The only thing he sees on your face is complete fear and as he ducks underwater to swim away, he knows why. One hand grips the edge of his tailfin so harshly, he's sure it's ripped. Another hand finds his arm as he fights against the restraints. Each strong whip of his tail rips the fin further sending shocks of pain and adrenaline through him. He can hear you screaming. Your cries sound pained, scared.

The water continues splashing as he fights for his freedom. He catches a glimpse of the shore, it's closer now. He's being dragged to it one step at a time. A crowd of humans has gathered at the edge of the water, their scent overwhelming. He thinks he can smell blood. Waves splash around him in crimson, his fin bleeding into the water. His head is full of energy– swim away, eat, scared, hungry, pain. You.

He catches sight of you, held back by other humans. You're not safe, fighting to reach him as multiple arms slide around your body as a barrier. Tears roll down your cheeks as you scream for him to be set free. Tears mean pain, and that's the last thing he ever wants you to feel.

His pupils grow dark, swallowing his iris. He's nearly to land now, and these humans look like a buffet.

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aho-dapa · 8 months ago

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Tbh there's something about the way Ichigo, Kisuke, and Sōsuke are all reflecting off of each other in canon

Like this is sooooo influenced by my random uraichizen thoughts but

Like, considering Kisuke's Bodhisattva allegory with Guanyin/Kannon and his knowledge of the world, the idea that he preserves the status quo of the worlds by not actively doing anything in comparison to Sōsuke (from what we can see). He is a Bodhisattva in this sense. He's seen the truth, he teaches others the truth or hints at it because true Enlightenment can only be with the self. But.

Then there's the actual consequence of SS and what shinigami have to do to maintain the balance. Kisuke opposes Sōsuke and his views not because he believes it's right, but because he believes that the destruction of the worlds is not acceptable. It's a necessary evil.

Sōsuke has an ego with him wanting to become God, but there's also something almost tragic about his arc with reframing it from his perspective of Soul Society.

Soul Society is not a good place. Honestly horrible to live in. Especially when we find out that they sacrifice souls to hollows and vice versa in the name of balance.

Tbh, I ended up asking myself, from this viewpoint, is the Soul Society really worth protecting? Because it's goal is not about protecting people, but protecting the balance. Can the shinigami claim ignorance? Should they even be allowed to when they are complicit in destruction of lives? What would 'life' actually be considered in this universe? Do hollows deserve life as humans do? Except the SS ultimately sees both as a means to an end, hollows are just more of an obstacle.

Effwctively, shinigami are content sleeping on a bed of ground bones. I can see Sōsuke thinking this from a biased perspective.

But he's also not some savior either. He's arrogant and has a callousness to him that conflicts with this more sympathetic view of him.

His anger at Kisuke for knowing the truth of the world and not trying to change it seems genuine. There's an air of hypocrisy to his character I can't shake and it makes me wanna know more about why. Like the question of the greater evil vs the lesser evil.

Except Ichigo. He steps forward, finally knowing himself in full, to defeat Sōsuke, to defeat Yhwach, yet I can't help but feel like he's still so ignorant of the world he lives in. If he learned about their horrors, could he truly stand by in shadows waiting as Kisuke does, or would he become like another Sōsuke, for whatever reason. Or would he become a different path?

Sōsuke is also related to illusion and water, a reflection. We never see his bankai and I would even go so far as to think that he own powers don't work as they do in canon. There's still too many unknowns about him for me to be confident in them. But Ichigo’s own insights about Sōsuke's loneliness is just... it's so tempting to build off of that.

Because those feelings are likely a reflection of Ichigo from when he was a young age and his own confusing powers may have brought only more loneliness instead of understanding or connection.

I can't help but think that Kisuke represents Stagnation and Sōsuke represents Progess. Except poth come with an unsavory taste in the mouth. Kisuke waits, likely works towards a goal, bit it's far too slow for the people that have already suffered because of the world. Sōsuke steps forward, also hiding until he's sure of his strike, and he probably would have won if not for Ichigo. What is Ichigo then?

The only part of the Soul King that's named is his heart, which can bring about miracles, things unexplained due to emotions and desires. It acts similar to the Hōgyoku. Ichigo speculates that Sōsuke may have actually wanted to lose to him and that's... also a lot of implication about Sōsuke's character. There's also the idea that Sōsuke may have built Ichigo up. To what? Defeat him? Stand by his side? To make him less lonely? Or are these Ichigo’s unreliable feelings, are they simply Ichigo’s own reflected onto Sōsuke?

Both of Kisuke and Sōsuke's plans and views come with a price. And Ichigo remains ignorant, but he stills fights for everyone to not pay that price, even his enemies.

In a way, it's like Sōsuke decided to pay a huge price upfront to pay back later, Kisuke is frugal and making sure to balance everything while moving forward but that means people can't attain true wealth within their lifetime. Yhwach decided to destroy the concept itself despite that it means everyone will then have to pay that price.

Ichigo, is just, bursting through all of that. But he's also only one person. And idk, that feels important to how change must be made collectively when it's about a whole society. All Ichigo does is step forward, with other people, like the beginning of a wave.

Like, this is the end of the post but SŌSUKE AND KANAME??????? That alone needs a whole thesis and how it informs both of their characters since the only person Sōsuke actually trusts out of everyone is Kaname

#using their firsts name because I've been planning a fanfic 😭#is uraichizen even a thing??#uraichi #aiichi #uraaiichi then??#bless restore drafts fr was gonna lose this all trying to figure out sōsuke and kisuke's ship name 😭😭#ichigo kurosaki #kisuke urahara #sōsuke aizen #kurosaki ichigo #urahara kisuke #aizen sōsuke #bleach

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acetone4veins · 8 months ago

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Quotes + Mean Girls

associating angsty quotes (and some fluffy ones) to mean girls characters and dynamics, this is definitely longer than it should be and will probably be part 1 of many but anyways. lmk which were your favorites and which ones ruined you :) also shoutout to the cautionary tale discord who saw some of these already and ramble about these characters with me <3

posting under the cut so i don't clog anyone's feeds

Regina

"what a terrible thing to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously."

Haruki Murakami

"and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"

Charles Bukowski

"i am changing. i am trying to be better. it is slow; it is rough; it is repetitive, but i swear i am."

Abdulsamad S. M.

"i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break."

Marya Hornbacher

"i was not a loveable child, and i'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs."

Gillian Flynn

"if only my heart were as cold as i pretend it is, maybe i could get over this."

Jessica Katoff

"i wasn't beautiful anymore. now i looked like what i was, a raw wound."

Janet Fitch

"i'm restless and harsh and despairing. although i do have love inside me. i just don't know how to use love. sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs."

Clarice Lispector

"i did not mean to be cruel. i swear i am good, i am good, i am kind. i have love inside me. some place far far away."

unknown

Cady

"how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before its some kind of murder?"

Richard Siken

"your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing."

Dyodor Dosteovsky

"what and how much had i lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what i myself wished to do?"

Ralph Ellison

"my god, my god, whose performance am i watching? how many people am i? who am i? what is this space between myself and myself?"

Fernando Pessoa

"it was good for a while, being empty. i didn't hurt anymore. but as time went on, it was like i could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back."

Myra McEntire

"is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?"

Friedrich Nietzsche

"who's the real you? the person who did something awful, or the one who's horrified by the awful thing you did? is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?"

Rebecca Stead

"you're a mess of good intentions gone wrong. you strike a match on yourself to keep others warm, and now the whole goddamn world's on fire. you try to put it out, and you try so hard. the dam breaks, and the waters of your sorrow pour free. you are sorry; so very, very sorrow - and you will drown everyone to prove it."

unknown

Janis

"there are times when i am convinced i am unfit for any human relationship."

Franz Kafka

"i am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and i thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary'. it's dark and tormented - the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you cannot attain."

Catherine Breillat

"but whatever came, she had resolved never again to belong to another than herself."

Kate Chopin

"there were two reasons i was scared to let people in; the damage they could do, and the damage they could find."

Chris McGeown

"perhaps its good for one to suffer. can an artist do anything if he's happy? would he ever want to do anything? what is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?"

Aldous Huxley

Gretchen

"i want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love."

Sylvia Plath

"she wanted to say 'don't leave me', but she couldn't do it, not again. she was so tired of begging people to love her."

Kristin Hannah

"he is charmingly telling me how much he does not love me...and i, - listening to him carefully, - am approving it."

Marina Tsvetaeva

"she's gonna forever say 'i got this' even with tears in her eyes."

unknown

"still there is this terrible desire to be loved. still, there is this horror at being left behind."

Michael Cunningham

"can you understand me? someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?"

Sylvia Plath

"i am trying to make myself digestible. i am trying to make myself easy to love."

I.B. Vyache

"do you think it is possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?"

Tyler Knott Gregson

Karen

"the sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more."

Augusto Cury

"a lot of people tell me i'm a bit dreamy. but i like the idea of that. of being somewhere else."

Alam

"you cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. this is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you."

Daniel Saint

Regina and Janis

"the bear loved the deer, it was obvious. it ripped the deer's throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection. i thought of you and me."

David Cronenberg

"can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?"

Jodi Picoult

"love isn't soft, like those poets say. love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close."

Stephen King

"i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

Pablo Neruda

"they will hook me up to a polygraph and ask me if i love you and i will say no but the needle will jump and sputter exactly how you laugh."

unknown

"there's a sickening feeling of familiarity, when the wrong person knows you too well and you know them too well. and they weren't always the wrong person."

unknown

"we don't mean to hurt each other, but we do. and perhaps no matter how right we are for each other, we'll always be a little wrong."

Beau Taplin

Regina and Cady

"i am intense darkness and you are a golden sunrise."

Arijit Singh and Pritam

"even before you touched me, i belonged to you; all you had to do was look at me."

unknown

"whether you come as a lover or an executioner, i am ready to receive you."

Agustin Gomez-Arcos

"for the longest time, i saw myself as a bad person. you don't know how much it meant to me when you looked at me and could see the good."

unknown

"but i have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and i choose both."

Sarah Kay

"i promised myself i would never fall in love with you. but it was 4 am, and we were laughing way too hard, and i felt happy for the first time in a long time, and i knew i was screwed."

unknown

Gretchen and Karen

"i would rather be with you - even the you that you seem to think is diminished - than with anyone else in the world."

Jojo Moyes

"it hurts, he realizes, to love someone who can't love themselves. like watching a work of art set itself on fire."

unknown

"how amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head."

Nina LaCour

"come love, make me better than i was. come teach me a kinder way to say my own name."

Andrea Gibson

"i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway."

Georges Bataille

"sometimes, love is as simple as watching the moon and sometimes its as difficult as counting the stars. but i love doing both for you."

unknown

Janis and Damian

"you may be born into a family, but you walk into friendships. some you'll discover you should put behind you. others are worth every risk."

Adam Silvera

Regina and Gretchen

"but i am very homesick for arms that have never held me."

unknown

"i burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if i loved you back. i did, i did, i do."

Annelyse Gelman

"so i wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. till then my windows ache."

Pablo Neruda

"how do you tell someone that the reason you're sad is because you love them?"

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lynnerdo · 4 months ago

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* The Willow's Purpose *

“The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows—a wall against the wind. This is the willow's purpose.”

As sister to Paul Atreides, and trained in secrecy to be a healer Bene Gesserit, you witnessed the rise of the Lisan Al Gaib. As you experience visions and dreams of a certain man, realising that he will be the one fighting your brother to the death changes your perspective on everything. An uncontrollable force takes over you as you revive him, questions lingering in your mind.

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** Introduction **

The sands of Arrakis shifted beneath her feet as you stood at the crest of a dune, the wind whipping through her hair and tugging at your desert robes. The twin moons of Dune cast a silvery glow over the landscape, the heat of day still felt on your bare feet, your shadow casting them into darkness.

You had always been a shadow, hidden away by your mother. While Paul, destined for greatness, you were a secret, your existence unknown to the political machinations of the Imperium. Trained as a Bene Gesserit, your skills honed in the arts of healing, you had become an adept in your own right, a silent guardian of your family. An unknown threat towards the other houses yet to come.

The rise of Paul as the Lisan Al Gaib had solidified your place among the desert people, and you had found solace in the strength and resilience of the Fremen. Yet, your dreams were a constant torment, filled with fragmented images that refused to align. You had been denied the Water of Life, the key to unlocking the deeper paths of prescience, and thus your visions remained elusive, tantalizingly out of reach.

Among the recurring images was a face that you could not shake—the piercing eyes and cruel smile of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Each time you dreamed of him, a sense of foreboding gnawed at you. It wasn't until you saw him in the flesh, standing opposite you brother in the deadly duel, that the pieces began to fall into place. The recognition struck you like a physical blow, and you felt a connection that transcended the hatred between your houses.

The duel was brutal, a clash of titans on Arrakis. Paul and Feyd fought with a ferocity that left the onlookers breathless, their every move a testament to their training and skill. You watched with your heart in your throat, the echoes of your dreams clamoring for attention. You saw the moment when Paul gained the upper hand, saw the deadly strike that would end Feyd's life.

But in that instant, something within you broke free. A wave of sadness and a compulsion you couldn't resist surged through you. Seeing his body lifeless on the floor like that compelled you to do something about it, an unseen force propelling your body towards him, not fully comprehending why you were doing this. As Paul made his way towards the emperor, your hands searched Feyd’s lifeless body, emotions overwhelming you. Tears started pouring out after feeling his skin, already growing cold at the touch. Your Bene Gesserit training taking over as you feel your energy pouring into him, desperately trying to heal whatever was left of him.

Gasps of shock and anger erupted around you. The Fremen, loyal to Paul, were stunned by your interference. Paul himself looked back at you with a mixture of confusion and knowledge, as he had foreseen this to happen. But you could not explain, could not articulate the deep-seated need that drove you to save Feyd. Gurney tried to pull you off of Feyd’s body, causing you to use the voice on him to get him away from you. Your use of the voice caused your mother to flinch, having never seen you use it before, unknowing that you had the ability to do so.

You were acting on instinct, a deeper knowledge that defied logic at this point, and in doing so, you gave all your energy to Feyd in this moment, causing your own body to be depleted from it. As you felt yourself lose consciousness, and your body fell to the ground behind you, a vivid dream taking over your mind as you drifted.

The sands of Dune had shifted once more, and with them, so had the fate of the Atreides.

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd x you #dune 2 #the willow's purpose

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fanficapologist · 1 year ago

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Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Forty-Eight

On the morning of her wedding, Maera awoke at dawn, the soft light of the breaking day filtering through the windows. Her dark brown curls, with that single striking silver streak, framed her face, and her emerald-green eyes blinked sleepily as she stirred in her bed. The room itself was bathed in a gentle morning glow, the curtains billowing softly with a breeze, and the air felt charged with anticipation. Her wedding dress hung nearby, waiting to be worn, and Maera felt her heart beating with both nervousness and excitement as she realized that this was the day she would become Aemond's wife.

Thena entered the room on cue with a warm smile on her face, drawing back the curtains to allow more of the morning light to filter in. The room seemed to come alive with the soft glow of dawn, casting a gentle ambiance that matched the significance of the day.

A large bathtub was brought in and filled with steaming hot water infused with fragrant floral oils, creating a luxurious and inviting environment. Maera was helped to disrobe from her nightdress, her dark brown curls falling loosely around her shoulders. With gentle hands, Thena assisted Maera into the soothing bath, ensuring that her future as a bride began in a state of relaxation and tranquility.

Maera bathed with Thena's attentive assistance, the warm water and fragrant oils enveloping her in a cocoon of relaxation. As she soaked, her thoughts inevitably drifted toward the wedding and the impending marriage. While she knew Aemond well, having shared a complicated history, she couldn't help but wonder what their life together as husband and wife would truly be like.

She fretted over the possibility of falling out again, just as they had years ago, but this time the stakes were different. As his wife, she wouldn't have the luxury of returning to her family home; she'd be bound to stay by his side, whatever challenges they might face. This prospect weighed heavily on her mind, a mix of anxiety and excitement intertwined in her thoughts.

Of course, the wedding night loomed in the distance, and Maera couldn't help but feel a touch of vulnerability. The idea of sharing such an intimate moment with Aemond both thrilled and worried her. It was a step into the unknown, and the prospect of exposing herself, both physically and emotionally, was a source of apprehension.

Amidst these worries, there were other uncertainties that nagged at her, such as her ability to fulfill her duties and expectations as a Targaryen wife. Maera was keenly aware of the responsibilities that came with her new role, and the weight of these obligations added to her nervousness.

As she bathed, Maera felt frustrated with herself for feeling this way. She had always considered herself strong and resolute, but on this morning, she couldn't help but acknowledge the jumble of emotions that swirled within her, reminding her of her own vulnerability in the face of such momentous change.

In the midst of her contemplations, Maera was gently interrupted by Thena, who was still meticulously attending to her by applying a cloth to her shoulders, the damp hit fabric causing her muscles to relax. Maera sighed softly and cast a rueful glance at her maid. "Thena," she began, her voice tinged with exasperation, "I cannot help but feel like I should be more composed on the day of my wedding. These nerves... they're unsettling."

Thena, with her understanding brown eyes and auburn hair, listened attentively as she began to wash Maera's hair. She knew her mistress well and could sense the mix of emotions that filled the room

"It's perfectly natural to feel this way, my Lady," she reassured Maera. "Weddings are momentous occasions, and it's only natural to have a mix of emotions. You're stepping into a new chapter of your life, after all."

With those soothing words, Thena continued her ministrations, hoping to ease some of her worries as they prepared for the day ahead. Maera knew their wedding would be a significant event, not just for her and Aemond, but for the entire realm. It was a moment for the royals to display unity and strength, to rally their people in these trying times.

The loyal maid helped Maera out of the bath, carefully wrapping her in a soft robe before gently drying her hair with a towel. Maera settled into her dressing table chair, allowing Thena to brush her hair. As the strokes of the brush tugged gently through her locks, memories of her late mother, Lady Gael, flooded her mind.

She remembered the way her mother used to sit at her own dressing table at Rain House, brushing Maera's hair as they shared stories and laughter. Lady Gael's presence had always been a comforting and steadying force during the short time Maera had had her in her life, and Maera found herself yearning for her mother's guidance and support on this important day.

With her hair now free of tangles, Maera rose from the chair, thoughts interrupted by a number of servants entering her room. They hurried to Maera’s dining table, carrying platters of breakfast items and setting them down, creating a mouthwatering spread of food. There were pastries, fresh fruits, sausages, and various other dishes, too much for Maera to eat alone, especially on a day like today.

Then Ser Arryk entered the room in his shining armor, the cloak of his order flowing behind him. His hazel eyes held a vigilant gaze, and his mousey brown hair was neatly tied back, emphasizing the stern lines of his face. A short beard framed his chin, adding a touch of character to his knightly appearance. With an air of authority and loyalty, he announced the arrival of guests. Maera was taken aback as Queen Helaena and Dowager Queen Alicent entered her chambers, both exuding an air of warmth and affection.

Queen Helaena, in her white nightclothes and a golden robe, entered with a radiant smile gracing her face. Her silver hair was elegantly braided, and a subtle pregnancy bump showed beneath her attire. She was beaming with excitement for Maera's upcoming wedding, her violet eyes filled with joy and wonder.

Dowager Queen Alicent, donned in a green robe, allowed her auburn hair to flow freely. There was a loving warmth in her brown eyes as she gazed at Maera, the girl who would, in a matter of hours, become her daughter-in-law. Her expression carried a mix of pride and affection, and her presence exuded a sense of familial love and support.

Helaena all but skipped over to Maera, embracing her tightly with a smile on her face as she gently stated, "I thought it would be wonderful to share your morning on this special day, my dear sister." Alicent nodded in agreement, her smile as sweet as her daughter's. It was a heartwarming moment, and Maera felt a sense of belonging and support from her future family.

Settling at the dining table, Maera picked at her food, the fluttering butterflies in her stomach making it difficult for her to contemplate eating. Despite the tempting aroma of the food, her anxiety seemed to suppress her hunger, and her mind was consumed with thoughts of the upcoming ceremony.

Across from her, Queen Helaena enjoyed her apple fingers and sips of ginger tea, her enthusiasm for the wedding apparent in her eagerness to eat. Alicent, on the other hand, savored a bowl of salted porridge, finding comfort in the simplicity of the dish.

As Maera gazed at the women, memories of Lady Gael continued to flood her mind. She remembered how her mother would often speak to her about historical Targaryen weddings and how, when the time came, she would help Maera prepare for her own. Lady Gael promised she would be there to fasten Maera into her wedding gown, adorn her with heirloom jewelry, and weave braids into her hair.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, knowing that her mother wouldn't be there to share in this momentous occasion. It was a bittersweet realization, as she had been only four years old when Lady Gael had passed away, leaving her with a longing for the motherly guidance she could never receive.

“You’re crying,” a soft voice observed. Maera looked up to see Helaena’s concerned violet eyes locked on her. Bewildered, Maera reached up to touch her damp cheeks, startled by her own tears. "I do apologise ," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I hope I did not cause offence, my Queen."

Alicent, displaying maternal warmth, extended her hand and touched Maera's reassuringly. She spoke softly, "It is entirely normal to feel this way on your wedding day, my dear. But rest assured, Aemond will treat you with the utmost respect and be a dutiful husband to you.”

“It is not that, your Grace,” Maera reassured the dowager Queen with a gentle smile. She let out a sigh and continued, "I know it is silly, but today…I cannot help but miss my mother terribly. It has been so long, but the ache seems somewhat amplified by the wedding."

Alicent tightened her grip on Maera's hand, as if Maera’s words had somehow stung the her like and unwelcome insect. She shared her own emotions, saying, "I shared your sentiment on my own wedding day. My mother had passed not long before, and it made the burden of entering into marriage without her support exceptionally challenging."

Maera, somewhat surprised, looked at Queen Alicent with new eyes. The queen had always exuded strength and determination as the matriarch of their family. While Maera had often found the dowager Queen’s methods of motherhood somewhat questionable, it was enlightening to realize that even the formidable queen had once been a young girl, forced into a political marriage without the motherly guidance and support she'd needed.

However, her attention was soon captured by Helaena, who held a teaspoon up to the sunlight streaming through the window, muttering cryptically to herself, "Two dragon eggs are laid. One in the rivers, one in the maelstrom."

Maera remembered Helaena’s nerves on her own wedding day and also how she faced the event with a stiff lip, all in the name of duty to House Targaryen. Helaena did not need to be separated from her family as Maera had to, but it was doubtful that that would bring solace when it came to marrying her own brother.

Maera turned her gaze back to Alicent, her expression pensive and curious. She needed to know how this strong woman had managed without her own mother during the pivotal moments in her life.

Alicent smiled sadly, understanding the weight of Maera's question. "In the beginning, I did not cope," she admitted. "But, with time, I forged alliances within the court, and my children became my source of companionship. You see, loneliness can be cured by the laughter and love of your offspring." She glanced fondly at Helaena and then turned her gaze back to Maera. "While your children will undoubtedly provide you with the same solace, know that, until then, you are never alone."

Maera graced Alicent with a gentle smile, a small wave of calm washing over her. Before she could reply with heartfelt appreciation, the doors to her room opened once more and Ser Arryk Cargyll announced the arrival of Lady Wylde and Sabine.

Maera’s stepmother entered first, her blonde hair elegantly braided high on her head. She wore a modest high-necked dress in the colors of House Wylde, turquoise and gold. Her expression was one of adoration as she gazed upon Maera, her eyes filled with warmth and motherly affection.

Sabine followed Lady Wylde into the room, her long black hair cascading down her back in a beautifully intricate braid. She was dressed in a deep blue gown adorned with silver embroidery, her youthful face bearing an excited and joyful smile. Both women demonstrated their respect and reverence for the Queens by executing deep and graceful curtsies upon entering the room.

Alicent, with a hint of apology, remarked, "Do forgive our appearances, Lady Wylde, Lady Sabine. We are not properly attired as I was unaware Maera would have visitors this early."

Lady Wylde, gracious and understanding, assured Queen Alicent, "No need to apologize, your Grace, this is your home after all. But the time seems to be moving quickly this morning, hence our arrival to help Maera get ready."

Alicent seemed surprised at the time and quickly rose from her seat, voicing that she and Queen Helaena would take their leave to also begin their preparations for the ceremony. Turning to Maera, she affirmed they would meet her at the Sept. Maera expressed her gratitude to the Queens, and with a parting wave from Helaena, the two Queens made their exit, leaving Maera in the company of Lady Wylde and Sabine.

Lady Wylde smiled warmly at Maera, her eyes filled with a motherly tenderness as she stated, "It is time to get ready, my dear." Maera returned the smile, though it was laced with nervous anticipation, and rose from the breakfast table. With a discreet ring of a bell, Thena summoned the servants who promptly cleared away the remnants of their morning meal.

Maera moved to the small wooden step positioned in front of her full-length mirror. With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, she gracefully shed her robe and nightclothes until she stood in her smallclothes and stockings, her reflection staring back at her. Lady Wylde, Thena, and Sabine approached, holding the delicate wedding gown. They gently lifted the gown over Maera's head, the fabric cascading down to envelop her in its luxurious folds.

The structured bodice, in vibrant turquoise and gold with a dragon-scale pattern, accentuated Maera's curves, adding an air of regal elegance. Sabine, with a smile, meticulously laced up the back of the gown, her fingers nimble as they worked, the reflection in the mirror capturing their shared moments of joy and camaraderie. Meanwhile, Lady Wylde busied herself smoothing out the layers of Maera's skirts, ensuring the white underskirt and the golden outer skirts with black swirls fell gracefully to the floor, framing the bride-to-be in a sea of luxurious fabric.

Sabine continued deftly lacing up the intricate back of her wedding dress. The ribbon pulled the fine fabric together, creating an exquisite fit for the gown. As she worked, Sabine couldn't help but smile at her sister. "How are you feeling, Maera?"

Maera's response was honest, if somewhat anxious. "Like I am going to vomit." Her tone was tinged with vulnerability.

Sabine chuckled softly, her fingers deftly working on the gown's intricate laces. "That is how I felt too," she remarked. "But do not worry, it will pass once the ceremony is over.”

Maera sighed, the mix of emotions still churning within her. "I know people keep saying that, but it does not make me feel any better."

Sabine, her voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of seriousness, looked into Maera's eyes and said, "You are most fortunate to have your family here to help you with all these wedding preparations, sister. "

Maera, overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude, felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She offered a sincere apology to her sister. "I am so sorry, Sabine, for not being there on your own wedding day. And for not being able to prepare you for marriage." Her voice was filled with regret, but Sabine's smile reassured her.

Sabine's response was warm and filled with sisterly affection. "It was the way it had to be," she said. "We are together now, and that's what matters."

Maera's brow furrowed as she pondered something that had been bothering her. She turned to Lady Wylde and Sabine and asked with a touch of concern in her voice, "Have either of you heard from Wynni recently? Since her marriage to Lord Tarly, I mean."

Lady Wylde paused for a moment from her task of smoothing out Maera's skirts. She looked up and responded, "Your sister sent a brief letter about two moons ago, but that's been the only contact we've had from her since." Her expression mirrored Maera's concern as they both hoped that her little sister was doing well.

With the dress in place, Maera glided over to her dressing table, where Thena began weaving her hair into an intricate bun, accentuating the striking silver streak that ran through the center of her otherwise brown hair. Lady Wylde carefully assisted Maera in slipping into a pair of elegant turquoise pumps, while Sabine adorned her sister with a stunning golden choker necklace, adorned with a dragon pattern, and a matching large dragon forearm bracelet.

Maera's face still bore the traces of her earlier concern stemming from the conversation about Wynni. It was Lady Wylde who finally broke the silence, her tone serious yet gentle. “Perhaps it is now time that we discuss what you will encounter on your wedding night, stepdaughter.”

Maera put her head in her hands and blushed at the suggestion, but her sister Sabine wiggled her eyebrows and cheekily grinned. “I assume you know the dynamics, sister?”

“Yes I do, thank you Sabine,” Maera replied firmly, with smirk on her face.

“You must not be alarmed, Maera, but there will be some blood and discomfort,” her Stepmother said, her gentle tone attempting to alleviate any nerves. But the mention of blood surprised Maera, and even though she bled every moon, she knew this type of bleeding would be different.

She attempted to hide her shock, distracting herself by fidgeted nervously with the delicate satin of her skirts, cheeks tinged with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she absorbed the advice given by her stepmother and younger sister.

“Gods willing the first time will be over quickly,” Sabine chuckled with a wink, her expressions reflecting a mix of love and mischief

“Oh yes,” Lady Wylde interjected, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “I remember my first time with Lord Jasper and how it…”

“Stepmother, spare me!” Maera cried, body shuddering as she cringed at the thought of her father and stepmother consummating their marriag.

As they talked, chuckles occasionally filled the room, lightening the mood. By the end of their heart-to-heart conversation, Maera couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for the womanly connection she had with her stepmother and sister. Their shared laughter and their open, candid advice made her realize the strength and support she had from the women in her life.

With Sabine and Lady Wylde stepping away, Thena was able to carefully place a delicate chain of gold and sapphires on Maera’s head, adding the final touch to her regal appearance. Maera, reflected in the mirror's surface, displayed a mix of emotions on her face. There was a blend of excitement and nervousness in her eyes, along with a curious smile, wondering what Aemond would think of her appearance.

Their chatter was interrupted as Ser Arryk made another entrance, his voice carrying a hint of urgency, "The carriage awaits, my Lady."

Maera's heart raced with excitement as the reality of the upcoming ceremony washed over her. It was time. With a final glance in the mirror, she was ready to face the grand event that awaited her.

Notes: some feelings here taken from my own wedding day. I remember retching in the toilets of our venue before I had to walk down the aisle I was so nervous 🤣 next chapter is the ceremony and part one of the celebrations 😎

Tags: @manipulatixe @marvelescvpe @grungegrrrl @shesjustanothergeek @blue-serendipity @watercolorskyy

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🖤

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colderdrafts · 2 years ago

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1: In the darkness

Underground visitor, gn reader x monster (male drider). Sfw. Next

It is not unusual to hear odd noises in the forest during dark nights.

Neither is it unusual to see shapes moving about in the silhouettes of the trees – your eyes adjusting, the shadow of a squirrel, the dark canopy above rustling in the cold wind. You’ve traversed this area before, yet not at this time, and the contrast is striking. Otherly.

After all, a dark forest is just that, something otherly to a daywalker such as yourself. People get lost in these forests, they say. Sometimes they don’t come back.

Superstitions and rumors, of course. The first thing you were warned of since moving to this area was its vast collection of make-believe.

The matted ground beneath your feet is full of shapes that you can’t make out, all blending together as your eyes desperately try to make sense of everything suddenly being colorless. If ‘dark’ can be classified as a color.

You jump in surprise when something snaps to your right, and you look only to find nothing. The branches of the trees are one blurry silhouette, and whatever is hiding in their shapes remain unknown to you.

You keep walking.

The path is muddied and slippery, a gentle rain caressing your face when a stray droplet finds its way under the hood of your jacket. Gentle you remind yourself, the rain is not here to hurt you or purposely slow you down. As many other things in this forest tonight, it’s simply there, with you.

You find your path home divides in two, and suddenly you have to make a choice – however you do not remember that your path home used to have such a choice. Have you taken a wrong turn somewhere?

You glance around the dark colors that dance around your vision, denying you clarity. Are you lost?

Left or right?

Or turn back?

You turn around, trying to trace back your steps, but the darkness closes around you and you don’t know where you are anymore.

The rain hits heavier now, your path still unclear. A rumbling in the sky above serves as a warning of something to come. You pull out your phone, trying to spare it as much of the pouring water as possible as you swipe to find a flashlight and navigation app, wet fingers uselessly sliding across the screen.

Finally, a small white light pierces the dark from your phone, but still offers no answers of your whereabouts as the navigation app seems to have trouble locating your position.

You keep walking. There must be a way out somewhere.

You can feel your pulse increasing now, you're straining to keep a steady pace and simultaneously keeping on your feet in the slippery path below. The rumblings in the sky above turns to glinting, the rain starts drumming heavier, and you’re slowly realizing this is a losing battle. The dark is total now, and, despite your phone providing a meager shine, you can barely see a hand in front of you, let alone the path you’re on. It’s dizzying, suffocating, and you fumble ahead blindly.

Your hand finds the bark of a tree. You rest your palm against it momentarily, grounding yourself. The world is still here.

Lightning strikes across the sky, and you yelp in surprise, the purplish tint momentarily blinding you and lighting up everything around you. The phone slips from your wet hands and vanishes somewhere in the underbrush.

In the fleeting moments of clear vision, you spot something new. Were those tall rocky formations there before? You must have gotten further off track than you thought.

You curse, leaning down to try and feel around for your phone - your hands brush against the branches of a bush, and the light is gone. It's no use. You can't find it.

You feel around and find another tree to steady yourself on, and head toward where you saw the rocks. If you can find some sort of alcove in between the wall of stone you might just be able to find a secure spot to wait out the storm. Your phone can wait until this passes. Hope reignited, you steady on, careful not to slip.

You palm soon finds the smooth surface of a boulder, and you start to feel around for some sort of opening.

Surely enough, a surprisingly large entrance deeper into the rock formation presents itself only moments later, and you sigh in relief, hauling yourself inside and out of the onslaught of rain.

You still can’t see a thing, but you shake off the worst of the water and stand there for a bit. There's an earthy scent hanging in the air, hinting at whatever entrance you've found goes deeper yet. You decide not to venture further for now, staring out in the murky darkness outside.

A few minutes pass. The rain thunders across the forest, and another blast of lightning divides the skies in blinding flash. You catch your breath, thankful for the small reprieve the rocky shelter has provided you.

But the noise deafens everything else, and you notice far too late that you’re not alone when you sense movement above you.

Something drops down in front of you and a rough push sends you to the floor.

“Not on my watch,” a harsh growling voice sounds, and you feel something heavy forcing you into the ground.

You immediately start struggling, luckily having landed on your back you kick up blindly into the air. You manage to hit whoever is bearing down on you, and they recoil with a hiss and you swear you hear something scuttling. There’s movement all around you, one, to, three, four – you lose count at the rapid sounds of clacking footsteps. You fumble around, palm closing around a stray rock and you hurl it at whatever is above you in a panic. It collides with a sharp clink, and something above you chitters angrily.

In the confusion you manage to turn over on your stomach, and get to your feet. You don’t waste a second before you start sprinting back out into the storm in favor of whatever you just encountered back in that cave.

The now howling winds are accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps. You pray it’s the heavy rainfall playing a trick on your senses, though you’re severely disappointed mere seconds later as something narrowly strikes past the side of your head, and you know for sure that the thing has given chase.

You turn, and you’re sprinting blindly through the underbrush in an effort to shake them off.

“You think I’d let you get away with this?!” your pursuer roars through the storm, booming voice full of rage. “Get back here.”

You're not inclined to follow that order and grit your teeth, keeping up the pace.

Things change however, as you sense the hunter suddenly leave the ground behind you, and you hear its movement instead above you, using the trees to move about. You try and look up though the canopy conceals most of it. You do however catch a glimpse of an unusually large amount of long limbs moving about in the dark.

You stop dead in your tracks as it suddenly drops from above to land right in front of you, the large figure forcing you to make another turn to avoid getting snatched.

It returns to the canopy above.

Something crashes against the bark of a tree to your right, and you rapidly spin left.

It drops yet again, making you turn on your heels and dash the opposite direction.

After two more forced turns, you realize it’s not just hunting you anymore.

It’s herding you.

You don’t have time to think about where, because suddenly you fall face first into something soft and sticky, and immediately your limbs are immobilized. You flail around, but you only manage to entangle yourself further.

You let out a pitiful whine as the horror of the situation settles within you.

You're stuck.

The rain falls heavy, and for a moment you can only hear your own haggard breathing, adrenaline coursing through your body. The there’s another dull thud, and the sound of multiple footsteps coming closer. Right in front of you is a silhouette of something big coming out from the darkness. Multiple limbs protrudes from a crude lower body like that of a giant spider, though instead of a head you can just barely make out the shape of a humanoid torso.

You stare from under your hood, mouth agape.

This is a nightmare. It has to be.

“Got you,” it snarls, stepping closer.

You struggle against your bindings, realizing now that it must be web, and that you have been herded right into a trap.

It watches you for a moment. “Don’t bother, filthy thief. You’re not going anywhere.”

Thief? You ponder, daring to glance up. One of its limbs heaves into the air, as if preparing to strike.

“W-wait!” you call out, squirming. “I didn’t -”

The limb halt slightly.

“It talks? First time I’ve heard that. Well good,” it steps closer, far too close, and leans down. A hand roughly grabs around your throat. You feel it glaring holes into the top of your head. “Maybe then the thief can tell me where it's hiding my eggs?”

“Eggs.?” you gag, straining. You feel tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. “I don’t – what eggs? Please-”

The hand around your neck tightens, efficiently cutting off your air flow. “Do not play games with me, you little - hm.”

There’s a pause where the grip suddenly lessens. You greedily heave in a shuddering breath and cough.

It shifts, crude legs stepping around you as it settles further down at your eye level, and another hand comes up against your neck, causing you to whimper. You feel its thumbs brushing against your throat.

“Warm.. no scales,” it ponders quietly. You shudder as you feel one of its hands slowly taking the hood of your jacket and lifting it back, revealing your face.

You can make out two sets of eyes gleaming in the dark, taking in your appearance. The other hand somewhat gently grabs your chin and moves you face side to side, as its eyes widen in surprise.

“A sentry?” it – he? blurts, hands immediately recoiling. “Blue moons – I am so, so sorry!”

His entire demeanor changes. He keeps low to the ground, legs folded back and humanoid arms awkwardly fidgeting in front of him.

“Silhouettes are so similar, trespassing my abode during a storm – I thought for sure-” he frantically waves his arms as he speaks, and then settles for crossing them as if he’s unsure where to put them.

You cough, just blearily staring at him while struggling to find words for a few seconds.

“I’m – what?” you stumble, relieved he apparently isn’t set on murdering you anymore, but this stark contrast to the vengeful predator you saw merely seconds ago has effectively thrown you off any sort of loop you could get on.

He starts pacing a bit, nervous. “Four limbs, nimble running styles, covered in fabric from head to toe-” he lists off, as if that should explain anything.

Lightning cracks the sky once again, and you get a glimpse of the being in front of you – the uncanny mixture where his humanoid torso meets the spider lower body is baffling your mind. Something about how he’s put together screams of something wrong, the chittering lower body somehow incomplete and yet completed by the torso above it. It doesn't make sense.

It shouldn’t be possible, yet here it is.

And currently he’s pacing back and forth on spindly legs as if he has a bunch of pent up energy he doesn't know where to utilize. “Chased down and trapped a sentry. Of all the asinine things-!”

You stare at him for a while as he berates himself. He rubs his face in frustration and finally returns his attention to you. He takes a deep breath, and when the spider leans down close again you recoil per reflex.

“Are you alright?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

“Let – let me go? Please?” you manage, straining against the webbing to put some distance between you and him.

He blinks. “Oh! Right, yes, of course! Hold still.”

It takes all of your mental fortitude not to scream when the legs of his lower body suddenly get way too close for comfort as he gets to work undoing your bindings, pedipalps keeping you balanced while the upper legs works to easily cut through the webbing, releasing you. He carefully lifts you out of the trap, and sets you on the ground before respectfully moving a few steps back.

You feel like a deer in headlights staring at this thing straight out of a nightmare just awkwardly standing in the pouring rain. Adrenaline is still kicking through your system. Thunder rumbles above.

You weigh your options. Is now a good time to run for it?

When he speaks again you flinch. “You must believe me, if I’d known I would never have – I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

If?

You genuinely thought you were going to die. He was mere seconds from gutting you like a fish. You just keep staring at him.

He fidgets uncomfortably. “I did, didn’t I?”

You don’t know what to say, so you just nod an affirmative.

He cringes, and distracts himself by observing the harsh surroundings, hands in front of his face presumably to keep hair out of it from the wind. “Storm will get worse. If you promise me you’ll assure your custodian I mean no quarrel, I can offer you a safe place to stay dry in my abode if you want?” he looks back at you. “As a way of apologizing.”

You blink. What the hell does that mean? Is he serious? After all that?

“Unless they’re somewhere nearby and you have somewhere else to go,” he continues. “But – seeing as you probably came looking for shelter in the first place, I’ll allow myself to assume that you don’t.”

This can't be real. This might just be a fever dream before death. You're still not sure a tree hasn't just fallen on you and you're currently bleeding out in a ditch somewhere.

“I don’t know where I am,” you croak. “I don’t – how did I get here?”

The spider gives you a somewhat pitying look, and slowly turns to the side. The way his legs move is oddly fascinating. “The middle of a storm is not a good place to find that out. Will you come along? I’ll help you answer that if I can.”

You don’t trust any of that for a second. Notwithstanding he could have killed you, you probably shouldn’t go with a complete stranger in any case at all, nightmarish creature or not.

You look at him wary. He’s started fidgeting a bit again, patiently waiting for your decision. He crouched a bit down, like he’s trying to make himself appear smaller. Nonthreatening.

It's not very efficient.

Though if he’d wanted you dead, you would be. You’re lacking options, you’re drenched to the bone and while the darkness is no longer as suffocating as before, you still have a hard time making out anything. Not to mention the storm getting stronger, for what you know, something even more sinister than the thing currently in front of you could be hiding out in the gloom, and you’d have no way to defend yourself.

This is a terrible idea.

But do you really have anything else you can do?

“I don’t trust you,” you say, and his form slightly falters. “But – you’re right. I’ll.. come along.”

It’s hard to tell in the dark, but his eyes somewhat widen and then scrunch up a bit. You think he’s smiling.

#colderwriting #monster x reader #drider #gn reader #monster lover #monster boyfriend #phew #gotta get them spiders out of my system #exophilia #drider x you #monster x you #i've had this one on the backburner for a while #it's nice to jump between stories from time to time

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kaihuntrr · 7 months ago

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part fifteen: entertainment.

Martyn realizes some things about himself.

Clear skies, not a speck of clouds in sight. The winds blew strong overhead, Martyn could hear the soft rustling of the sails as the force propelled him and the Canaries onward. It was another slow day, so there was no point in using the engine if there were no beasts to hunt.

Martyn stood on the front of the ship, leaning against the wooden frame as the sounds of distant conversations filled his ears. Strangely, he couldn’t seem to tune in to them like he usually would. Maybe he was just tired. What was he even doing for the past few days? Martyn couldn’t recall a thing.

Martyn looked behind him to see the Canaries laughing and smiling amongst themselves. Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs were the closest, while he spotted Lizzie and Joel talking by the steering wheel, leaving Grian and Mumbo likely in the cabins downstairs. He tried to look beyond the crew only for a distant mist to obscure whatever they sailed away from. He hummed, raising an eyebrow before shaking his head.

It didn’t matter.

He was here with his friends, his crew, and it was the same routine as always, idly searching for a new monster to hunt, the adrenaline rush of striking it down, then tending to any injuries sustained from the fight.

Martyn walked up to Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs. Bdubs sat on one of the wooden crates while Cleo leaned against the railing and Scar stood in front of the two. They seemed to be engaged in some light conversation, so why not join? Martyn put on a small smile. “Hey guys!” he tilted his head, lifting his hand in a wave. “What are we all talking about?”

Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs didn’t seem to respond.

Martyn narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Guys?” he glanced at all three of them. They were talking, but Martyn couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying. It was odd. He was right in front of them, but none of them gave him a glance. “Can you even hear me?”

“Can you hear me?”

An unknown voice spoke, shaking Martyn to his core. It was a raspy, bone-chilling call, yet it sounded impossibly loud and piercing. Martyn whipped his head around, looking for the speaker. No one was there. He looked back and the trio were… gone. Martyn looked at the steering wheel to find Joel and Lizzie gone, too.

What was happening?

“Wh-Who’s there?” Martyn looked around the ship rapidly, pulling out a gun from its holster and cocked it should the speaker try to hurt him. He had heard the voice, but the speaker was still not in sight. Martyn raised his voice, “I’m not afraid of a fight! Come out!”

“Oh but you are,” the voice chuckled in reply. The hairs on Martyn’s neck rose as the voice grew louder somehow. “You are afraid of me.” The ship suddenly started rocking as the water grew violent. Martyn had to plant his feet to stand his ground. He swayed along with the ship, but he stayed perfectly balanced as he took in deep breaths.

Martyn raised his gun and pointed it around. “I’m not afraid of you, whatever you are,” he growled. He narrowed his eyes and chuckled. “You can’t even face me.” Martyn shouldn’t be afraid of anything he couldn’t see– anything too scared to look him in the eye. The voice was weird, but it was nothing compared to all the beasts he’s taken on. What’s the worst it could possibly be? Martyn was safe on the ship, even if his friends weren’t there.

A chill ran up his spine. Where did the others go?

Martyn’s attention quickly snapped to the rumbling waters below as waves slapped the side of the ship, rattling the deck underneath his feet. Martyn ran to the side of the ship to see what the sound was as something huge bursted out of the dark seas below. The beast’s massive form loomed over the ship, casting a shadow across it that covered Martyn in complete darkness.

The first thing that stood out to Martyn were the monster’s eyes.

Abyssal black sclera. Raging blue and fiery orange irises. Ice-white pupils.

Martyn stumbled back and fell to the deck, cowering at the sight before him. It was the sea prince he met. It was staring down at him, grinning with its large, imposing teeth.

The sea prince’s teal hair glistened in the sunlight, the corals that grew out of its head shimmered. The glowing marks on its skin pulsed a faint light as its mighty heart pumped out its golden blood. By all means, the creature was… no, Martyn couldn’t think about it. It was wrong to think of a monster as anything akin to beautiful.

The monster leaned against the ship, one of its hands laid on top of the deck. Martyn winced at the sound of wood and metal cracking. It tilted its head and smiled. “Is this better?” Martyn couldn’t respond. He could only stare up at the sea prince’s face as it looked at him expectantly. When he didn’t give it an answer, it rolled its eyes and chuckled, its mouth curling into a smirk as it leaned over him, the smallest movements of its body rattling the vessel. “Pathetic. Where is your confidence?”

Martyn couldn’t move. He couldn’t open his mouth. The only thing he could do was stare at it in fear and awe. It was massive. It was beautiful! The sea prince’s gaze was intense and fiery and on him, and Martyn could see the hunger in its eyes. He could hear the sea grow restless as the winds howled for a storm, yet the mythical creature kept the ship still by simply resting one of its hands on top.

The sea prince kept staring at Martyn, its sharp teeth shining despite the storm clouds rolling past. “I thought you wanted a fight,” its large fingers drummed against the wooden floors, or what remained of them. Each tap caused the boat to rumble, bit by bit. “It seems my mere presence is enough to scare you to stillness, little hunter.”

Martyn couldn’t be scared. He shouldn’t be scared.

This is what he wanted.

Taking a sea prince down would be legendary.

“I- I’m not afraid of you!” Martyn’s words fell out of his mouth before he could make sense of it, finding himself already halfway to standing. The sea prince’s eyes widened, but its smile only grew more sinister. It didn’t answer, as if prompting Martyn to continue now that he’s finally found his voice. Still, Martyn trembled as its mighty gaze was too focused on him, even as he pushed himself to his feet. “With- with you dead, the sea would finally be free from one of its biggest threats. Give up your life now, and we can start living in the new world!”

Silence.

The monstrous creature stared at Martyn, raising an eyebrow. It stared and stared before it threw its head back and erupted into a laugh, shaking the entire ship as waves thrashed around them. Martyn was knocked back to the deck, looking up as the laughter began to fade.

The prince shook its head, a grin on its face. “Oh, and you’re sure you can kill me, the most powerful ruler of the ocean? I could crush you here and now,” its grip on the ship tightened as more sounds of wood cracking and breaking -coming from all around Martyn- resounded in his ears. “Or I could eat you. You’d be like sweet candy to me, dear hunter.” It licked its lips, leaning closer to the ship. Martyn could feel its breath wash over him. The sensation brought chills down Martyn’s spine as he swallowed. Something about those words got him on edge.

The sea prince sighed. “I’ve been entertained enough,” it shrugged, a seemingly nonchalant look on its face as it glanced outward and back to Martyn. “Your friends were a good snack. That sweet little tavernkeep of yours was the most delicious, though.” It grinned, blood beginning to pour out of the monster’s jaws and pooled around Martyn. Martyn could hear the distant screams of his crew, his friends, and Scott.

Oh gods, Scott.

Martyn’s eyes widened as he tried to move away from the glistening red blood as the sea prince’s smile widened in manic joy.

No, no no no– this can’t be happening. This isn’t– this can’t be real.

“I think our time here is over, little hunter.”

The monstrous, beautiful creature moved its large face directly in front of Martyn. He could see his reflection in its eyes; covered in blood, weary, and panicked. The sea prince’s eyes flashed with lightning as thunder roared above. Its sickening grin came back.

“Thank you for the entertainment.”

The sea prince’s jaws opened. Martyn could see the strings of saliva and the abyssal darkness that laid in the back of its throat. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even scream.

All he could do was watch as darkness snapped shut around him in an instant.

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Martyn bolted upright immediately after his eyes opened. His heartbeat was pounding in his chest, his breaths were quick and ragged. He blinked several times, shaking his head as he gathered his thoughts. One of Martyn’s hands gripped his hair as he leaned back against the bed and sighed.

Bed?

Martyn looked around the room. He was on a simple white bed with a wooden frame, a bedside table was set right next to it with a dimly lit lantern and a notebook on top. A chest lay on the foot of the bed and a green carpet was spread out in front. A wooden door with metal decal was on the left side of the room, while the right had a window, glittering in the blue moonlight. There was a cabinet along with a small table and two chairs near the end of the room. All the lanterns that hung from the ceiling were off.

Right, this was his room in the tavern. He remembered now.

Some of the Canaries were here in the tavern with Martyn, sleeping away in their own rooms, while others stayed on the ship. They would meet up in the morning and hopefully prepare to leave this accursed island. Martyn rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes, unable to sleep. Luckily he hadn’t screamed, he didn’t want to wake the others.

That dream felt… real and unreal at the same time. Martyn could still hear the sea prince’s taunts in his ears while every time his eyes closed, he could see those inhuman eyes staring right back at him. He couldn’t escape those eyes; they were hauntingly beautiful. He’d never seen anything like them before.

Martyn twisted the small knob on the lantern on the bedside table to adjust its brightness. The flame grew and it illuminated the room a little more. Martyn opened his sketchbook and took a pencil from the desk. He spent some time drawing out those eyes on a clean page. If he drew it, would that get his mind to stop thinking about how pretty it was?

Maybe it wasn’t right to use ‘it’ for such a creature. Wait-, why was Martyn even thinking that way? The sea prince was a monster; no matter how much Martyn thought about its beauty, it was still a horrible monster. He should be locked up for feeling the way he did!

“Those eyes…,” Martyn looked at the sketch, talking to himself. “Why do I remember those eyes so well?”

The moonlight in the room disappeared for a brief moment before it filtered inside again. There must be clouds passing by. Martyn hummed. If he couldn’t sleep, a walk outside could do him good. Maybe it was a good sign that the skies were relatively clear compared to the gloomy afternoon. A walk wouldn’t hurt.

Martyn got out of bed, immediately regretting his decision with how comfortable the bed had been, and slipped on his usual attire. He was going to be back, so he left his satchel inside. He had his gun and brought the lantern with him, but the rest stayed in the room. He made his way out of the room and locked the door behind him, taking careful steps down the wooden stairs so he wouldn’t accidentally creak a floorboard and wake the others. He slipped out of the tavern relatively quickly.

The town looked a lot better at night. At least, it didn’t look as strange as it was before. The moonlight lit the town a lot more than the torches and lanterns dotted around had managed to. Buildings glimmered in its pale light as stars twinkled above. It was a welcome sight, and something Martyn didn’t expect to miss as much as he did.

Martyn walked through the town, hearing the wind rustle through the buildings and flora, the soft crackles of torchlight, and the animals that chirped about. It felt more alive. No one was outside though, not a single soul. It must be extremely late.

A thought came to mind as Martyn looked around the empty streets; what if Pearl was asleep, too? She wouldn’t expect a surprise visit, would she? Martyn’s hand unconsciously brushed over his scarred cheek as he thought about it. Maybe a little payback won’t hurt.

Martyn could hear the river ahead, cutting through the town. If he followed it upstream, it would surely bring him to the forest. He raised his lantern and walked close to the river, looking around the town for any clear buildings he could reference when he eventually returned to the tavern.

It was a quiet walk, and Martyn appreciated the silence after everything that has happened. It felt nice. It felt good.

The forest entrance was unguarded and open, a small wooden archway with a lantern hung with loose and broken fences to its sides. It didn’t stop Martyn from entering.

Trees towered over him, leafy canopies covered the moonlight above in thick foliage. Martyn could see a few spots of moonlight hitting the ground, but the rest was shadowy and dark. It would have been hard to navigate if it weren’t for the lantern Martyn had on him. Thank goodness. How was the witch able to see through all this darkness? As far as Martyn remembered, she had walked into the forest with no light whatsoever and the forest was covered in thick fog. There was no point in thinking about it though, if Pearl got lost, it was her problem.

“Aw, come on! Loosen up a bit, will you?”

Speak of the devil. Martyn quickly dashed behind one of the large trees and bushes as he shut the lantern off and quickly held his breath. Would she notice the smell of smoke? Martyn pressed himself against the tree, crouching down so as to not be noticed. Why was she out in the forest so late?

Martyn heard footsteps approaching, one set of steps felt heavier than the other. Two people.

An unknown voice spoke up, their voice monotonous and cold. “You know I like my sleep, Pearl,” they groaned. “It feels wrong to sleep through the night, though. No matter how long it’s been, I just can’t get used to it.”

Everyone sleeps through the night. What was the problem there?

“We’re not supposed to sleep at this time, so I get that,” Pearl chuckled. Martyn took a small glance at the two and saw nothing. No light source, no lanterns or torches. Pearl and the stranger were walking in total darkness. “Still. You’re the one who wanted a better look at the island, so it's not my fault.”

It sounded like the stranger and Pearl knew each other, judging by Pearl’s uncharacteristically friendly tone. Her words stuck out in Martyn’s head. She wasn’t supposed to sleep at night? What, so she slept during the day? That was ridiculous.

“I didn’t expect the isle to be so gloomy. Plus,” the stranger had a bit more emotion in their voice. They held in a chuckle, the slight sound of cloth moving had Martyn think the stranger was nudging Pearl’s shoulder. “You’re not even trying to blend in.”

Pearl sighed. “Unlike you and the others, I like being a threat. Why play these games for humans when we’re so much better than them?”

Why was Pearl talking like–

“It’s better to stalk your prey before taking it down, like–,” the stranger stopped in their tracks. Their voice raised, “Do you smell that?”

A sudden silence washed over as Martyn shut his eyes. This wasn’t good. Pearl spoke up, causing Martyn to raise his shoulders. “Smoke. Who’s there?” Martyn could hear Pearl pull out her sickles.

Smoke. Martyn looked at the lantern. Smoke. It was out; the smell of smoke was so faint. How was Pearl and the stranger able to notice that? Martyn hurriedly put the lantern away as he crouched and moved to another tree. He couldn’t see properly anymore, and neither the stranger nor Pearl had any light source on them. He wouldn’t know where they were.

A rustle of bushes indicated someone was close.

Martyn moved to another tree, far from the rustling but still within earshot of the two.

The stranger sighed. “It’s a lantern,” they twisted the knob, Martyn could hear the squeaking sounds of metal as they turned it rapidly. “Recently put out, too. I believe our little tour is going to have to wait a while.” Martyn heard the lantern's glass shatter to pieces and metal snap, but it didn’t sound like it broke in an instant. It sounded like something was crushing it.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m the one who asked for it,” Pearl raised her voice, feigning a dramatic tone. She sighed, “I’m just glad it isn’t Chromia. As much as I hate those pesky birds, I don’t want him to show himself here. He shouldn’t know that they’re here, either.”

A new name. Chromia. That’s a peculiar name, wasn't it? Judging by Pearl’s soft tone, Martyn assumed there was some kind of close bond there. But this was the same witch who threatened his life, Martyn shouldn’t try to feel sympathy for her now. She knew things he wanted to learn about. He needed those answers.

“Don’t get me started on him, he needs some rest,” the stranger’s voice was soft and quiet. They sighed, and that sense of softness disappeared as they raised their voice. “Let’s just focus on this straggler for now, hm? Let’s see who gets them first. Better hunter versus the home turf advantage.”

“Sounds like fun, but don’t complain when I’m the one who catches them.”

With that, Martyn could hear the two dash away in opposing directions, one set of footsteps heavier than the other. What now? Martyn could turn back, but they could notice him walking away, but the risk of heading deeper into the woods…

Martyn had a gun. He should be fine.

Martyn wasn’t sure where he was going. If Pearl lingered in this area all day, then she must have some place where she stayed. Besides, weren’t witches commonly shown to have their creepy little cabins in the woods somewhere? It should be somewhere in these shadowy woods. He constantly looked for the little hints of moonlight as he moved through the forest, keeping crouched and taking slow steps to hopefully not attract either of the two people.

If he strained his ears enough, he could hear the softer footsteps better. The heavier ones were farther away. It was odd that the only thing Martyn could hear were the footsteps and breeze, like something was–

Martyn heard a distant growl. The ground shook slightly.

Something powerful was here.

Martyn’s eyes widened as a thought hit him. Could the sea prince be here? That had to be it. If all hunting ships got destroyed the moment they left the island, of course the monster would be close.

Was the sea prince in the distance the same one Martyn met? Would he be ready to see those eyes again? That face? That really pretty, really terrifying face?

Martyn pushed ahead. May the gods bless him. If he lived to survive the encounter, there must be something grand in store for him. He had to see the sea prince again. It was as if it was calling to him.

It felt like a long, agonizing crawl, but Martyn finally found himself at the entrance of a cave. Small flickers of moonlight illuminated the mossy rock, vines and flowers hanging over its mouth, blending the cave entrance in with the environment around it. If it weren’t for the moonlight, Martyn would’ve just assumed it was a solid wall of rock. He turned to look behind him. Nothing.

The ground rumbled again, only fueling Martyn’s heart with fear and excitement as he entered the cave. He placed his feet very carefully, following the descending slope as it sank far below ground level.

The cave was... surprisingly lit up. Martyn couldn’t see any lanterns or torches, but he noticed that the cave was lit with an odd golden light. He followed the tunnel as it curved, seeing the cave open up to a much larger space. The path he was following spiraled deeper and deeper, the path curving along the walls of the larger cavern.

Martyn crept up to the edge of the path, where it linked to the larger open space and a sheer drop. He peered over the edge to see a large pool of golden water below him. It shimmered unnaturally, its glow filling the entire bottom of the cave. It was enchanting. Martyn wanted to dive into it. He held back the urge to curse himself for not bringing a waterskin to hold the strange water in. If he could just–

“What do we have here?”

Martyn whirled around and was swiftly hit on the chin, the blow knocking him out as he collapsed against the cold cave floor.

It didn’t matter.

Cleo, Scar, and Bdubs didn’t seem to respond.

“Can you hear me?”

What was happening?

A chill ran up his spine. Where did the others go?

The first thing that stood out to Martyn were the monster’s eyes.

Abyssal black sclera. Raging blue and fiery orange irises. Ice-white pupils.

Martyn stumbled back and fell to the deck, cowering at the sight before him. It was the sea prince he met. It was staring down at him, grinning with its large, imposing teeth.

Martyn couldn’t be scared. He shouldn’t be scared.

This is what he wanted.

Taking a sea prince down would be legendary.

Silence.

Oh gods, Scott.

Martyn’s eyes widened as he tried to move away from the glistening red blood as the sea prince’s smile widened in manic joy.

No, no no no– this can’t be happening. This isn’t– this can’t be real.

“I think our time here is over, little hunter.”

“Thank you for the entertainment.”

The sea prince’s jaws opened. Martyn could see the strings of saliva and the abyssal darkness that laid in the back of its throat. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even scream.

All he could do was watch as darkness snapped shut around him in an instant.

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Bed?

Right, this was his room in the tavern. He remembered now.

“Those eyes…,” Martyn looked at the sketch, talking to himself. “Why do I remember those eyes so well?”

It was a quiet walk, and Martyn appreciated the silence after everything that has happened. It felt nice. It felt good.

The forest entrance was unguarded and open, a small wooden archway with a lantern hung with loose and broken fences to its sides. It didn’t stop Martyn from entering.

“Aw, come on! Loosen up a bit, will you?”

Martyn heard footsteps approaching, one set of steps felt heavier than the other. Two people.

Everyone sleeps through the night. What was the problem there?

Pearl sighed. “Unlike you and the others, I like being a threat. Why play these games for humans when we’re so much better than them?”

Why was Pearl talking like–

“It’s better to stalk your prey before taking it down, like–,” the stranger stopped in their tracks. Their voice raised, “Do you smell that?”

A rustle of bushes indicated someone was close.

Martyn moved to another tree, far from the rustling but still within earshot of the two.

“Sounds like fun, but don’t complain when I’m the one who catches them.”

Martyn had a gun. He should be fine.

Martyn heard a distant growl. The ground shook slightly.

Something powerful was here.

Was the sea prince in the distance the same one Martyn met? Would he be ready to see those eyes again? That face? That really pretty, really terrifying face?

“What do we have here?”

Martyn whirled around and was swiftly hit on the chin, the blow knocking him out as he collapsed against the cold cave floor.

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fairyprey · 7 months ago

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churned girl meat - day 2

Lana was traversing the mountains, seeking for shelter days after the Voradiation, as others were calling it, hit all life on Earth. A few of her friends had been turned into various sizes, however she only shrunk to be barely 5ft tall. Survival for her was more in her favor if she didn’t have the pleasure of running into a bumbling man or giant. It was unknown the effects it had on the men besides making them much more hungrier than usual.

As Lana’s feet crunched against the dying flowers tucked into the wilderness, she witnessed dispersed clothing on the ground, covered in holes and slime, the last sign of a girl’s existence now if she had the privilege of getting her clothes burped out. It was a further reminder of the new class of societies: Male predators and Female prey. Whatever was in that ship, it turned the world that Lana knew it upside down.

Ahead of her, the girl saw a cabin. There were no signs of life there and if there were, they might have been turned into pudge by now. Though it seemed like a bad idea, going there now was better than being out in the open with a chance of turning into a meal. Lana trekked across the flowers to the wooden cabin; there had been stairs leading up to the rickety door that had a metal handle to it. It was calling to her for her to open.

Her feet took her up the stairs and to the door that was beckoning to be opened. Lana’s hand brushed across the handle and opened it, gaining a small view of the cabin before dropping down into the basement, from a floorboard that gave into weight and swiveled around after.

It must have been a trap… And she was damn well mad at herself that she didn’t see it sooner.

Lana’s knees bruised when she fell into a tall, triangular cage that kept her within. The basement had looked like what a cabin living room would look like to the average person; a lit fireplace, a comfortable reclining chair, and other stuff she couldn’t see due to how dark it appeared to her. The chair swiveled around, revealing a 6’3” man with messy, golden blond hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and freckles across his nose. The look on his face said enough to her. He was up to no good and she was about to find out soon.

A small sounding chuckle erupted from his mouth as he got up, taking his sweet time to come up to her. Lana’s ears heard some sniffs coming from him as well; he must’ve smelled her scent from miles away due to the way he had been looking at her. You know how a crocodile looks at its prey before striking? This was him, except he was said crocodile and Lana was the prey meant to feed and fill his belly. “Well, well, well, now what tasty morsel do we have here?” The man said, his tongue snaking out of his mouth to lick his lips. “My name’s Stanford. I would ask for your name, but I think I’m just gonna call you mine, sweets.”

Stanford eyed Lana, his eyes roaming her tan body that had some curves to it. The shorts she’d been wearing were definitely riding up her. They showed the dips of dimples of cellulite that trailed from her thighs to her plump ass. In his predatory eyes, each of those held centers of flavor for him to lather in saliva and lick endlessly. In fact, he had to look away because he wanted to cherish his food. Stanford didn’t wanna spoil his dinner so soon.

As much as he wanted to gaze at her delicious form, he preferred that his mouth do the exploring. His fingers reached out and stroked the iron bars of the triangular cage that trapped the woman. The muscle in his mouth moved in desperation to finally taste his meal, water from the salivary glands rushing out and gulping down the excess. Stanford was thinking about the potential flavors that coaxed her being. Who knew how long she’d been out in the mountains. The sweat could’ve seasoned her with a salty taste, or the bath wash Lana used could’ve made her taste sickeningly sweet. The possibilities were endless.

Stanford’s fingers tugged the cage open, gaining access to Lana. And like a scared fawn to a hungry fox, she froze. Prior to any of the accidents, she surely would’ve been throwing hands to escape. But her and countless others body chemistry had permanently altered to an unrecoverable state.

Due to Lana’s frozen state, Stanford had free reign to do whatever he wanted to the woman so short, she only reached his shoulders. “Stand up, food.”

Lana did as asked by the man and stood up, her green eyes meeting his brown. In her frozen state, she took a good look at him once again and processed the fact that she wouldn’t be surviving this encounter. It would have eventually caught up to her sooner than later. I mean, how many men could resist such a delectable looking meal like her? And Stanford would make sure to put her bundles of calories to good use. Speaking of calories, his stomach let out a low growl. It was desperate to be filled after being without food for only 8 hours. The catch Stanford had yesterday couldn’t compare to Lana and his belly only confirmed his thoughts. A smirk tugged at his lips and he grabbed the back of her head, shoving it against the growling organ. GLLLRRRGGGGGGG

“You hear that dear? Listen closely…” The chamber let out another growl, the walls of the stomach shaking. It sensed the girl outside it and wanted to let Lana know how much it wanted her inside. It yelled a few more times and the growls vibrated against her soft face. “You’re gonna add to my belly quite nicely. All that meat of yours is gonna get churned, pumped through my intestines, and become fat for me to absorb onto my stomach. That’s your purpose, right dear?” Stanford taunted the poor girl.

Lana nodded, agreeing with the sentiments made by the handsome man that was her predator. He chuckled darkly and licked his lips, preparing to devour her and deliver to his gut. Stanford wrapped his rather large hands around her waist, easily lifting her up and holding her close to his face. Despite their not-so-drastic size difference, he wouldn’t let that stop him from tasting her before shoving her into his mouth. Stanford’s tongue slipped out of his saliva filled mouth and dragged itself over her warm cheeks were coated in freckles. The first flavor he was met with was like a nicely seasoned meat that had been topped with salt. Sounds of pleasure left his mouth at the delectable taste and he just had to have more. The tongue snaked across the rest of her face, gaining much more flavor to soak into his sensitive taste buds that felt like small bumps to her.

He pulled away and licked his lips one last time and gazed at her wet face. “I would love to taste you more, my delicious meat, but I prefer you being in me. Say goodbye to your life, toots. Not like it was worth much.”

Stanford chuckled and unhinged his jaws, shoving Lana’s head in his mouth. All she could do was helplessly blink and surrender to the devouring of her. His tongue moved underneath her face and once again, tasted and slobbered all over it. He was acting cruel to make the process worse for her and even greater for him. Her head was hefted up to the roof of his mouth and sucked on. All Stanford wanted to do was take all the flavor from her as he could before swallowing her. The tongue also licked the black ringlets of hair on her head that tasted like butter to him, another flavor that enhanced the savoriness Lana. He began moving his jaw, smacking her around in there with his mouth and drew her closer to the back of his throat. He sucked on her head one last time before swallowing it, depositing it into the tight throat that seeked to drag her down. Stanford hummed around her body as the gulp brought in her chest that quickly got attention from his tongue. The thick muscle prodded it perversely, taking pleasure of licking the areola around her nipples and flicking it with his tongue. With each lick, it had been like her taste became better. Stanford hoped that every future meal after this didn’t disappoint. His teeth came down and lightly grazed against her upper back, lightly chewing. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a few white marks or bruising. He would lie if he said he didn’t derive pleasure from dehumanizing Lana like this. Treating her like food was something so pleasing to him and he almost didn’t want it to end, but hunger called. After teasing the chest once more, he swallowed it down, letting the throat constrict the rest of the upper body that joined Lana in his throat. She squirmed as if it were instinct and struggled in the fleshy tube. The squirming got worse now that Stanford was at her lower body. She felt his tongue lick at her ass and thighs, shoving the tip of it into the bunches of cellulite that were bursts of flavor to him. His mouth moaned in pleasure and he ignored his want to tease her pussy, instead just swallowing that part of her body down until it was just her feet in there. With the additional swallow, her head and chest had met their end: the stomach. Whilst Stanford was busy tasting and indulging in his feed of her, the stomach had greeted her with a loud grumble that loosened some of herself from the throat. In response to hearing his tummy, he swallowed the rest of Lana. Soon enough, her whole body joined the wet, growling chamber. It soon grew tight before… BRUUUUAPPPPPPPP

Stanford let out the gas out of his mouth before patting his tummy, rubbing over the stretched organ that laid his meal, “Oh, darling! You tasted absolutely delectable! Thanks for the free meal,” His hands traced the outlines she made, “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna make you into fat. Enjoy your trip through my intestines. I surely will..” He let out a dark chuckle as the stomach roared. It was now beginning to prepare to digest the woman who was prisoner to it. The wrinkly walls waved against her skin, leaking acid from them. If it was burning, she didn’t feel it. She wasn’t sure why but maybe it was due to the radiation altering her DNA once more. It simply reminded her of her only purpose and ending now: food. Lana soon was being melted by the bubbly acid that gave off smokes of heat. The liquid was melting her meat straight off the bones, falling off like it held no weight to it before. It was doing its job to digest and tear every molecule from its holding to the other. The muscles, tendons, skin, bones, and all. She was only there to serve the man’s body and hunger. Lana was conscious during most of it until her head was being digested. She said goodbye to the world as she was made into a nutritious sludge. From the outside. Stanford was burping up a storm as his stomach rumbled once again. The once mass of meat in his stomach grew softer with each growl and gurgle emitted from it. He chuckled and patted his tummy, hearing the sloshing of the once beautiful girl turned into a mass of liquid.

Lana’s remains slipped into his small intestines, getting squeezed and absorbed by his body. As the hours passed by, his stomach grew in size with each pump of meat getting turned into fat for his tummy. With one last…

GURGGLEEEEE~

Lana was no more. Instead, just the additional skin to Stanford’s tummy and energy. He’d been pleased and laid down in his chair, falling asleep and rubbing his squishy gut.

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