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fangswbenefits · 11 months ago

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Backfire

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Summary: You should have known better than to make Astarion jealous, and now you are left to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Jealous/Possessive Astarion. Orgasm denial. Fingering. Edging. PiV. Creampie. Knife (dagger) play. Body worship. Innuendo.

Word count: 3.4k

You vaguely wondered how long it would take to set Astarion off.

He was glancing at you from across the camp, leaning against an oak tree as he twirled a dagger in between his masterful fingers.

The fluid motion broke your concentration for a moment.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and you quickly realised he was aware of your attempts.

Shit.

So much for subtlety.

Maybe you should have picked Wyll to test his jealousy as you reckoned it would have been more effective.

But now it was too late.

You feigned innocence as you patted Gale's arm, mindlessly nodding as he happily explained the intricacies of a chicken broth that he was preparing for later.

“See, the essence of this dish lies in getting the proper ingredients,” he went on, dipping the ladle into the steaming pot and stirring it gently before bringing it to his lips. “Hmm. Definitely lacking something, as I suspected.”

“Really? It smells very pleasant,” you said truthfully as the soft breeze wafted the delectable fragrance your way.

Gale raised one finger. “Mushrooms.”

“What?”

He nodded. “It requires a touch of mushrooms to fully bring out its flavour.”

You patted his shoulder with a warm smile. “I’m sure we can do without it.”

But Gale’s enthusiasm immediately wavered, his brows sinking. “Absolutely not. We require a proper meal and a proper meal is what I shall provide.”

Oh.

He stirred the broth again before rummaging through a satchel at his feet. “Well, I don’t suppose you could fetch me a few?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you found that Astarion had vanished.

Shit.

Your plan shattered into pieces as the object of your teasing was nowhere to be seen.

“Could you?”

Gale’s voice snapped you out of your frustration and you found yourself frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I need some mushrooms, my friend.”

Your frown deepened, but you really had no choice now and a refusal would most likely break his heart.

“Where can I find them?”

Gale beamed with a wide grin. “I spotted a few on the side of the road and near some trees as we were setting up camp. I was foolish enough not to pick them and now I’m burdening you.”

You shrugged with a sigh. “It’s no bother. I was the one who asked you to teach me some of your cooking tricks.

“Ah! You should have trained to become a wizard,” he said with an approving nod. “A hungry stomach and an equally hungry mind.”

As much as you wished to return his enthusiasm, you couldn’t help but to feel annoyed at yourself for the appalling attempt at riling Astarion up.

Maybe he had seen right through it and merely walked off, probably chuckling.

But maybe you had stirred something inside him that ultimately caused him to leave.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

You followed Gale’s instructions, nearing a forest area, shaded from the sun as the canopies of the surrounding trees grew denser and branches intertwined with each other above you.

It didn’t take you long to spot a conglomerate of a few rounded caps by the protruding roots of a large and thick oak tree.

Unsheathing your dagger, you squatted down and began dicing through the spongy stalks.

You were halfway through your task, when you felt the cold press of metal resting on the side of your neck, freezing you in place.

A smile crept across your face.

“I don’t suppose you value your life enough if it’s this easy to sneak up on you.” The blade moved upwards and along your jaw, causing you to turn your head. “Darling.”

You flinched away from Astarion’s grasp and both of you rose to your feet in an instant.

“I doubt any foe would be as delicate as you should they intend to truly harm me.”

He twirled his dagger, offering a devious smile. “Point taken.”

As expected, praising him always did wonders.

And it was absolutely true and equally expected that a skilled rogue could move in the shadows with unmatched prowess.

But then, the mood shifted as he deepened his smile. “What were you doing back there with Gale?”

Oh?

You cleared your throat, sheathing your blade once again at your hip. “I was merely observing his cooking skills.”

He took a step in your direction.

“Were you, now?”

“Yes.”

He scoffed. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are, darling.”

You allowed yourself to move back with each step he took. “And you’re not as perceptive as you think you are.”

“You weren’t trying to deliberately make me jealous, were you?”

You shook your head, feeling your heart drumming hastily in your chest.

Astarion’s feet only came to a brief halt once your back hit the rough surface of the tree trunk behind you, effectively rendering you immobile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

A shameless lie that he immediately tackled. “A lousy liar who’s even worse at vexing me,” he tutted before pressing one knee right in between your legs. “I taught you better than this.”

The air in your lungs stilled momentarily as his arms were now on either side of your head, caging you.

“Gale was the one offering his teachings.”

He dropped one hand below your chin, tapping it teasingly with the side of his blade and tilting your head back. “Please. I highly doubt that dullard could offer anything of value where it really counts.”

“Astarion…” you drawled in delight. “Are you actually jealous?”

His brows furrowed together. “Obviously not.”

Inside, you were thoroughly enjoying how your fleeting attempt had indeed been successful, despite Astarion’s denial.

You could see it in his narrowed crimson eyes and how the faintest of scowls deepened the lines on his handsome face.

That stroked your ego in a way that almost made you shudder.

You tried to ignore how he was now pressing his knee harder.

His lips almost brushed against your and, for a split second, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he tipped his head to the side and you felt his cold touch on your cheek.

A shiver ran down your spine and you gripped his arms.

“What are you doing?”

He chuckled. “Showing you what really counts.”

“And what is that?” you asked, words coming out shaky.

Astarion adored taunting you with words, but he excelled at rendering you speechless with his skilled touch.

So it came as no surprise when eventually sheathed his blade and had his hand tug your shirt free from the waistband of your trousers, sliding his hand underneath.

This was bad for you.

Terrible, in fact.

He had the upper hand.

And he fucking knew it.

His fingers brushed along your lower abdomen and his voice was raspy in your ear. “If I slide my hand inside… what will I find?”

Your body was too used to him by now to the point that he could have you throbbing for him with little effort.

The knee dropped and you almost whined at the loss of friction against your swelling clit.

“Answer me,” he said, tugging at the waistband.

You swallowed. “Nothing much…”

Was there even a point in deceiving him now?

Expert fingers tugged at the lacings, loosening the fabric just enough for him to be able to slip underneath, his fingertips gently gliding in between your folds, avoiding your clit altogether.

But you were wet enough to draw a pleased grunt from him.“What is this, then?”

You gasped, involuntarily clenching around nothing and feeling a gush of wetness spilling as your body reacted in anticipation.

“Use your fingers properly and find out.”

Your taunt didn’t go amiss. “Maybe an apology is in order,” he said, arrogance dripping from each word. “It seems that your foolish attempt at making me jealous has backfired.”

Much to your frustration, your hips rolled into his touch, silently wishing he would stop avoiding your swell.

“How has it backfired?” you managed to say as one finger teased your entrance.

He ignored your question and began trailing kisses along your jawline, his other hand working hurriedly at the front of your shirt.

Of course.

You knew all too well that you’d feel his cock hard enough if he was already this eager to expose your breasts.

One by one, he undid each lacing, and he pulled back just enough for his gaze to drop as the fabric parted and he gently pulled down the binding that held your chest in place.

Your nipples quickly hardened and you rolled your hips once more, causing one of his fingers to slide inside.

He hadn’t intended for that to happen, but he was so transfixed with your breasts that he was caught off guard.

It was the vicious clenches around his finger that snapped him out of it and his lustful eyes met yours. “Give me one reason not to slide out of you.”

You smiled in between gasps as he sank deep inside. “Should I ask Gale what he’d do in your position, then?”

And just like that, Astarion snapped.

A second finger slithered past your tightness and he brought his lips to your ear. “Careful, darling. Choose your words wisely or you’ll be riding your own mage hand instead.”

Oh, this was delicious.

Astarion was visibly annoyed and it did wonders to your confidence.

It wasn’t easy to get him all worked up, but it only fueled your ego and made you quicken the pace.

Your whimpers increased in intensity and you looped your arms around his neck for added support, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go knuckle-deep and you shuddered as his strained erection pressed against his hand nudged him even deeper.

He groaned first, clearly enjoying the newfound friction, and you clenched hard at how his face twisted in pleasure.

“Look over my shoulder,” he suddenly said, his half-hooded eyes finding yours.

Somehow, and in between each roll of your hips, you complied, realising just how close to camp you truly were. Close enough to make out the silhouette of Shadowheart who was now at Gale’s side as he worked on his broth, probably wondering what was taking you so long to bring him some mushrooms.

“What about it?” you asked, a bit louder than intended when he sank all the way in once more.

His lips brushed against yours this time, dragging his fingers back as you clenched desperately around him. “You either keep it down or we’ll have an audience soon enough.”

“Would you mind?”

He stilled abruptly.

“What? Having Gale hear you coming undone for me?” he taunted as you tried to have him back inside, your hips following his retreating hand. “That he would soon realise he could never provide such bliss to his lover?”

You whined in responde, frustrated that you were now faced with an agonising emptiness.

“See, darling,” he continued, sliding one finger back inside, but not quite deep enough to fully satisfy you. “I can be quite generous when I want to.”

“But what?” you groaned, trying to have him sink deeper to no avail.

There was always a ‘but’.

He placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back. “But I am not willing to share your cries of pleasure with anyone else.”

“Then silence me.”

The most devious grin settled on his face and you knew you had just offered a challenge he would gladly take.

And with his other hand, you watched as he brought the handle of his dagger close to your lips.

“Open.”

Your eyes widened and your heart immediately skipped a beat. “Astarion…”

“As much as I’d love to have your lips wrapped around my cock,” he said with a click of his tongue, parting your lips for him. “I am more interested in finding out how quiet my dagger can make you.”

You clenched around him so fiercely he actually growled.

Your teeth sank into the handle and you readied yourself for what was to come.

Astarion trailed your lower lip affectionately as it wrapped around the leather wrappings and a second finger joined the first, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit as he pumped in and out, never breaking eye contact with you.

The moans and whimpers and gasps that slipped from you were being effectively muffled and you were thankful he had decided to silence you this way, because when the third finger nudged at your entrance, you could only roll your eyes shut as your bit hard around his dagger.

“Surely you can take one more,” he teased, his voice low.

You eagerly nodded, rolling your hips into him, knowing you were more than ready for the added thickness.

It slid inside painfully slowly and the stretch had you gasping and nearly dropping his dagger, which he promptly secured in place.

“Now, I know it’s not as thick as my cock, but I am sure you can keep those pretty lips wrapped around it,” he taunted.

You groaned with a nod eager to please.

Eager to come undone for him.

The combination of being so full of him and how he allowed you to rub your clit on his palm was too much. The lewd sounds were almost too obscene and you gripped both hands together, holding onto the remainder of the sanity you had left.

For a brief moment, he allowed you to ride three of his fingers, giving you the illusion that you’d reach your peak easily and rather quickly.

But Astarion wasn’t forgiving even if he had been rather generous thus far.

And you should have known that your actions would have consequences.

His generosity came to an abrupt halt just as you felt the familiar coil down below becoming more and more overwhelming, your body quickly reaching the point of no return.

Your gasps were now becoming more erratic and you were visibly struggling to keep a hold of the dagger in your mouth.

And then you felt a painful emptiness as he pulled out from you at once.

He chuckled when you groaned in sheer frustration, not allowing you to spit the dagger out and curse him to the Nine Hells.

You felt the urge to cry as he denied you from reaching your high, your hips still moving on their own accord in the hopes of finding his fingers again.

“Now, now,” he tutted, caressing your flushed cheek with his thumb, a single tear streaming down your face. “You didn’t think I would be that generous, did you?”

Fuck you!

Your words came out muffled, but he understood enough to continue his taunt. “I know you want to, but not before I have some assurances first.”

Impatience took over you, but you managed to arch an inquisitive brow at him.

He pressed his lips where his thumb had been, kissing your tear away. “Tell me no one can make you feel like this.”

Your eyes widened once more as he pulled the dagger from your teetering teeth.

“I’m all pointy ears, love,” he urged, meeting your eyes. “Go on.”

Astarion adored being praised, but this was just cruel.

Your teasing hadn’t been solid enough to warrant such punishment. You had been so close to your peak…

“Astarion…”

He shook his head with a frown. “No, no, no. You do not get ‘cuddly and sweet Astarion’ after what you’ve pulled, sweetheart.”

Your hands came to grip his shoulders almost pleadingly, but you knew you had no other choice if you were to reach your climax anytime soon.

“No one can… no one…” you whispered, your voice cracking.

But he wasn’t satisfied.

Of course he wasn’t.

It took more than that to fill his ego.

“I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” he said with an intense smile. “You know that, don’t you?”

You immediately nodded, fully agreeing and not out of despair.

“Can you be good for me, then?”

Another nod as you tried to nudge him closer with the leg wrapped around his waist just to prove your point.

“Your pleasure is mine,” he said, bringing the handle of his dagger back to your lips and, this time, you quickly wrapped them around it. “My pleasure is yours.”

He removed his hand from inside your trousers and he pushed your leg down so he could tug them down your legs to give him better access.

Once you had slipped out of them, he eagerly wrapped you around his waist as he tugged at the front of his own trousers, until he freed his cock.

You gave it a quick glance, pleased to find the tip glistening with precum.

“Bite down hard, darling,” he warned, aligning you with him. “I know you adore how my cock stretches you.”

You did as you were told and he sank into you in one swift thrust of his hips.

He was all the way in and your back arched as he steadied you with both hands.

The first clenches around his cock made him mumble a string of curses as he tried to adjust to your tightness.

It didn’t take long for him to set the pace, slowly fucking you against the oak tree.

You weren’t going to last long from this new angle, and neither was he. It would be rather easy to get him to lose all control if you lost yours first. Astarion was rarely able to withstand your contractions as you rode out your climax.

His eyes were locked on yours, but something caught your attention.

Suddenly, your hazy eyes managed to focus on the camp nearby and you watched as someone seemed to be approaching in the distance.

Oh… fuck…

Was it Gale?

No.

It was Wyll.

You clenched around him almost panicking, until you realised he wasn’t coming any closer and had simply taken a turn down the hill, waving at Gale.

Your mind was too overtaken by how his cock felt inside you to care about the context of that exchange.

Having Astarion being so eager to prove you that no one else could fuck you this way, had you undulating your body against his, always making sure he could bure himself fully inside you with each thrust.

Oh.

You were too close.

“Eyes on me,” he hissed, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips.

Dangerously close.

Especially when you met his crimson eyes again.

And you almost topped over the edge at once when you saw him doing something you had never witnessed before.

He finally broke eye contact and his gaze was once again on your breasts and hardened nipples.

And then…

With his free hand, he pulled his own shirt up the length of his body, securing the hem in between his own teeth, fangs digging into the fabric.

What…

He wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you into him, your breasts pressed against him. The sight was breathtaking as you felt your nipples rub briefly against his, earning a guttural groan from him.

Astarion allowed you to sink all the way down his cock and you could no longer hold back the intense wave of pleasure that came crashing down as you felt his balls pressed against you.

You were biting down so fiercely on the handle of his dagger, you feared youd snap it in half as your first contractions tore through your body.

He pressed your back hard against the tree, and with a final grunt into the crook of your neck, he began spilling inside you, allowing you to squeeze his cum with each of your rhythmic clenches.

You clawed at the back of his shirt, feeling your mind blank as you came down from the overwhelming height of your pleasure mixed with his.

It was hard to steady your breaths and you weren’t sure you had ever come this hard in your life, but it felt like a shared sentiment as Astarion remained buried inside you even when his cum began to spill and drip.

The dagger fell to the ground and you gasped for air, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head through his messy curls.

“Gods…” he eventually groaned, showing no intention of pulling out.

You grunted in agreement, caressing his damp hair.

“Should I tease you again?” you almost chuckled in between heated pants. “Wyll next?”

He pulled back and shot you a murderous glare. “Don’t you dare…”

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azullumi · 7 months ago

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“withering desires of a cruel man with broken confessions” ; aventurine

to you : 🧀 nonnie !! i hope you had a wonderful birthday and i’m sorry for taking a long time to finish this but hey, it’s done now (finally). belated happy birthday and i wish you all the best <33

premise — his belief that he doesn’t deserve the good things is rooted deeply underneath the dirt where he buries his corpse, and he doesn’t deserve you; this is an ode to clementia and he wishes that his song reaches you.

tags — w/ gender-neutral reader, fluff to angst, friends to friends that knows they like each other, orange as a metaphor for love, angry and forced love confessions, aven my self-sabotage and mixed signals king, 1.5k ; one-shot

note — made while listening to phoebe bridgers, faye webster, adrianne lenker, and ichiko aoba. this was supposed to be a short drabble about peeling oranges and sharing with them what happened

They say clementines are a symbol for mercy—gentle, soft, and sweet, like an echo of the sun.

There’s the fresh smell of citrus in the air as he delicately pulls its skin to reveal its form, a warm burst of sunset trapped within its fragile walls, and his nails will be tainted by the color of its penance and he’ll forget what it feels like to only have hatred in his heart. Maybe that’s how forgiveness tastes; salvation will fill his blood as he sheds tears that carry his sins (they were never his).

“I don’t know how you can do that flawlessly.” You say, your voice drenched in wonder and amazement as you watch the movement of his fingers, adeptly peeling the fruit. The sections come apart neatly and perfectly in his hands.

He smiles, “It’s easy.”

“It’s not.” You insist, reminding him of the horror of the state the orange has become when you tried to share it with him. “Did you see the holes I tore through it? I was left with nothing but the mere coat because the juice sprayed in all directions.”

The sound of laughter forms in his throat and escapes, “It’s because it was small and the skin is hard. Come on.” He holds a small piece near your face and you part your lips open enough for him to feed you; a warm feeling resides in your cheeks as you chew. There’s a burst of sweetness, with hints of sourness that lingered in its nature in your mouth—it reminds you of the night when he held your form and gently guided you to the melody of the song.

“Is it sweet?” He asks, his head tilted a little to the side as he bores his gaze at you. There are lingering touches, whispered honey-coated words, affectionate gestures, and eyes painted of different vivid hues and contrasting pristine tones that never seem to hold the light, only reflecting your form within. You hum, nodding your head as you answer, “You should teach me how to peel them, you know. I don’t want to be calling you everytime or having to rely on you too much.”

(Truthfully, and hopefully so, may you never learn so he’ll get to be this close to you always.)

He smiles, sunshine peeking through his expression, “I wouldn’t mind.” He wouldn’t mind if it were just a small matter or nothing at all, you can keep on calling for him, ask for his assistance or simply just his presence—he’ll come running to you. He whispers, “Use me as you wish,” and his words shatter as it falls to the ground. (See him as a tool that has never known its purpose. See him as worthless but mere dust that covers your window sills. See him as nothing but a fool who never understood the lines in his heart.)

You say, “You know you’re not just as little as that to me.”

“Then what am I to you?” The comfort of silence settles in the gaps of his fingers and he finds himself seeking, waiting, with bated breath. His gaze seems to still at your eyes before falling to your lips, lingering for a few moments before meeting your eyes once more, and your hands tremble; you know the answer, you know what to say, you know, you know, you know, you know—and, at once, there’s the warm feeling of his lips on yours as you pull him in, as he pulls you in.

It’s gentle, soft in all of its edges and cracks. He holds your face in his hands and you intertwine yours in his locks, and you pull at his hair, eliciting a hum from him. It’s a burst of warmth, the taste of something sweet still left in your tongue as he kisses you. It’s short yet it will be engraved and buried in the depths of your mind for eternity.

“I like you.” You whisper against his lips as you part, eyes heavy on each other yet his gaze wavers and his breath shudders.

“I…” Why else would he continuously seek your embrace? Why else would he prefer to be alone with you even if it’s just silence between you and him (your presence alone brings him comfort)? Why else would he take such time to understand your form and cradle your being as if you were born from glass? He didn’t have your hands carve the shape of his thoughts into the form of your being just so he wouldn’t capture the feeling of your touch on his skin and how he craves, yearns for it like a starved man—and yet, he’ll hold his head down in humiliation as he looks for the words on the ground. He’s worthless, useless, nothing like his ‘luck’ that seems to curse everyone around him, and you’re everything he’s not. “I’m sorry.”

His hands fall from your cheeks and he stands up, saying, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

The chair screeches beneath him; his thoughts remain silent yet deafening, your voice fading into white noise as you call for him. He has to leave—each of his footsteps are heavy, echoing back to him as if a semblance to contempt and mockery that trails his wake.

Fear and shame forms at the bottom of his lungs. What even is he afraid of? Is it the lack of experience? The fear of abandonment? But humans are not strangers to those thoughts, people are bound to leave and Aventurine wasn’t unfamiliar with that, so how could he be afraid of something that has become a friend to him? Maybe it’s when he’s torn apart from flesh to bones and they’ll see there’s nothing in him—he was born out of barren wastelands and dust, his form has been long since buried under the golden sands. Maybe it's when he’s shown everything to them and they seek for something that he doesn’t have; the disappointment that lies in their expression will forever haunt him. Was it fear or was it worry that nobody could ever love him for what he truly is? Behind the expensive clothes he wears, the shining and heavy jewelry on his wrist, the suffocating rings on his hand, maybe they prefer his skin tainted with letters instead of wounds that brands him as human.

“—Rine.” A hand grasps at his wrist, preventing him from leaving. He stills in his position, feet glued to the floor and his back turned against you. Your voice breaks, “Stay, please.”

He’s stuck, sutured to the ground, hesitation sewing his mouth shut. You urge him to turn around, your fingers tugging at him, so he could face you, so you could see him—he’s tattered, torn and conflicted over something you’ll never know. The unfriendly air of the cold night wraps around his figure, but your hand eases warmth and comfort in his weary bones.

“Why did you kiss me?” You seek for something in the gaps of his expression, looking for a falter in the lines of his features to know the thoughts that he hides beneath all the charades and facades.

“…It was a mistake.”

You answer, frustration slowly seeping into your tone, “You know damn well it’s not.” He knows completely well it’s not and it will never be. And you don’t cry nor plead, you beg with sore, trembling palms for an answer to soothe the disturbance of the waves that will come to swallow you, drowning you in the murky waters of your mind. “You don’t get to hold my hands and cradle me in yours and tell me it’s nothing. You don’t get to look at me in a way that is reminiscent of lovers and tell me it doesn’t mean anything. You don’t get to kiss me and say that it’s a mistake. You’re a cruel man, Aventurine, and you’re unfair for telling me that it was all nothing but a mistake when you haunt my dreams.”

“…I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes for a moment, darkness swallowing his vision yet his mind conjures an image of you in it, berating him. The broken pieces of your words are left scattered on the bottom of yours and his feet.

You ask, voice low, “Do you like me?”

“Why—“

“It’s a yes or no question, ‘Rine. Do you like me or do you not?”

“I love you.” His voice is raised and cracks start to form on the surface of his expression, “and it’s scaring me.” Forgive me. The clock continues to tick despite the world seemingly coming to a still at his words.

The air is suffocating and the silence sits on your shoulders before he says, whispering in a broken tone, “I’m leaving.”

And this time, you don’t stop him. His steps are rushed against the flooring, the sound of the door closing echoes throughout the corners of your mind. The walls of your home stand tall over you, his confession written and tearing through all over your wallpaper, screaming at you; you’re left crumbling on the floor. The sweet scent of citrus lingers in the air, the mess the two of you made still on the counter tops, and you wished you told him you love him too.

tagging @toorurs, the loveliest and sweetest of all. i hope you know that you're cherished and loved by me, and i'm so glad to have you and the sun that touches your skin must be too <33 always be reminded that you're beautiful and i appreciate everything that you do and say (you always make me laugh even when it's just the smallest and useless of things like wow you must have a special talent in making someone smile) !! thank you for always being there for me too and always cheering me up, and also making my day because everything for me nowadays is becoming unbearable and you're the only one that keeps me sane (fk exams and projects and research im going to cry)

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moondirti · 3 months ago

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Who from the 141 speaks the best arabic do you think? From one arab girl to another, it’d be so hot if any of them were fluent 🫠

if my memory serves me correctly, we get a bit in the first campaign from price. to me it seems to be a basic knowledge. a few sentences he picked up on the field and memorised to make his job easier. evac orders, cardinal directions, how to ask for water, food, medicine. that kind of stuff. pure utility, though that’s his approach to most things.

i like to believe (call it bias or whatever) that gaz is fluent. this ties in to my headcanon that he’s the only member who attended and graduated uni, but he strikes me as someone intensely curious about everything. introducing him to something, be it language or cuisine or a skill he hasn’t mastered yet, is like knocking down the floodgates. it’s his time in urzikstan that does it. hearing the way it rolls off farah’s tongue (let’s ignore doumit’s canon pronunciations), or how she’s able to translate a long, winding, clumsy sentence to something short. beautiful.

there’s a word for everything, he finds. one for the state of gossiping with your friends over morning coffee. one to congratulate someone on their cleanliness after a haircut. one that means may you be the one to bury me, for it would be unbearable to live without you – that is used so casually in conversation, kyle is stunned when he learns the true meaning. it doesn’t hold the same expectation, the same trepidation, as it does in english, though it retains its weight all the same. he wonders what makes a language so special that its intrinsic devotion has found a common place within its cultures, and he sets to find out.

this turns into a thing. more rambling under the cut.

the largest learning curve is the alphabet. the sounds that don’t exist in his mother tongue. he’s especially hard on himself when it comes to enunciating them properly – half the beauty is in the way words flow together, and there would really be no point in indulging in arabic’s more lyrical aspects if he’s off pitch. he gets the hang of it eventually, of course, one too many vocal exercises later.

the weathered dictionary he picks up at a second hand store teaches him that most words have three letter roots, and that it isn’t so easy as to look them up alphabetically. picking up new vocab becomes infinitesimally harder, then. for twelve million choices, the distinction between some words comes down to diacritical marks. necklace, decade, contract, held, complicated, and knots are all spelt the same way, yet pronounced ever so slightly different — a fact he learns the hard way when he tells the cashier at the kibbeh place he frequents that he likes her decade.

reading. reading is what helps him get over that.

(he probably should touch on basic grammar first — nouns, verbs, particles, sentence structure, that sort of stuff — but figures he'll pick it up as he goes, basing his methodology on an inability to remember any rules for the english language. he grew up hearing it, reading it, watching it, surrounded by it, so it just is what it is now. why work so hard on task books made for kids, then, when he can just get right into the meat of the matter? acclimatise through force.)

he picks up stacks of books upon books upon poetry. naguib mahfouz. ghada al-samman. al-mutanabbi. mahmoud darwish. it takes him a month to get through the first, and another month for the second. which only means he really takes his time with them, roving over the same line until it's etched into his memory. the cadence, the beats for pause, the way a word he has to punch from his throat is followed by one that lilts, all sing-songy. eventually, he starts to (inadvertently) mimic that sweeping manner of speech, employing it in contexts which certainly don't call for it.

the cashier — the very same one whose age he mistakenly stressed, despite the fact that she couldn't have been much younger than him — is far too nice to say anything about it, smiling instead, endeared, while he waxes poetic about meze.

farah calls him out immediately the next time they catch up.

apparently, no one speaks in classical arabic anymore, go figure. it would be like talking in shakespearean english, she tells him. he imagines it, iambic pentameter and all, and cringes, newly determined. his own research unearths (though it wasn't really a secret) the fact that there are roughly 25 different dialects belonging to different regions — and while some are pretty similar (syrian and lebanese), others could classify as a whole other language on their own (moroccan).

reddit tells him what he already knows; that the best way to learn is through exposure. there are no dictionaries for patois. and farah, despite her total enthusiasm at his interest, is far too busy of a woman to help.

(really, it just gives him an excuse to finally do what he's been meaning to.)

the next time he's craving kibbeh, he's fixed on not making a fool of himself when he asks the cashier out to lunch.

#originally supposed to be headcanon #now its a meet cute #pure self indulgence not sorry #kyle 'gaz' garrick #gaz #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick

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howcouldmuffin · 3 months ago

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A Moment of Peace.

Trying to be the perfect princess was never enough for your mother. It was exhausting, constantly striving to meet her expectations, when all you wanted was a moment of peace.

PAIRING : Lucerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

WARNING : Targaryen Incest, Non-canon

AN : Luke is such a lovely person. Honestly, he’s like a sweet, endearing puppy. I hope you enjoy this piece of writing, Love.

please be kind to me English is not my first language.

“You've arranged everything wrong again.” your mother admonishes, her voice cool yet edged with a sharpness that cuts through the air. “How many times must I repeat myself?” With swift precision, she moves in to reorder the items on the dining table, resetting them with the care of someone who has long abandoned the hope of teaching others.

“I sorry, Mother.” you reply softly, a touch of weariness in your voice. “I suppose I ate too little this morning.”

“Nonsense.” she dismisses your excuse with a wave of her hand. “This has nothing to do with food, it is you who must learn to pay better attention.”

You cannot comprehend why your mother is so relentless in her demands. Helena, your elder sister, is never subjected to such scrutiny. Your mother has always made it clear that you must become the epitome of a good wife, a dutiful mother, and an obedient daughter, as though these roles alone could define your worth.

She instructs you to practice the proper arrangement of the table again and to present your efforts to her the following day. But instead of retreating to your chambers, where the expectations hang heavy in the air, you find solace in the library—a sanctuary few dare to disturb. It is a place where time seems to stand still, and the whispers of forgotten stories offer you a fleeting escape from your prescribed duties.

As the third child, you are a year older than Aemond, yet your presence in the household is scarcely acknowledged. Your father remains distant, a figure who seems more concerned with his own affairs than with the nuances of your upbringing. As for your mother, she regards you with a mix of expectation and disappointment, as if you were a piece on the chessboard of her ambitions, meant to be maneuvered toward the family's prosperity. But even she is but a pawn in your grandfather's grand game, her every move dictated by his unyielding will.

There is no greater comfort than the soft embrace of a well-worn chair, the rustle of parchment beneath your fingers, and the scent of ink mingling with the musty aroma of aged books. You have always found solace in the tales of distant lands and brave souls, in histories that stretch beyond the confines of your own life.

But as you lose yourself in the pages of a particularly enthralling tome, a noise from across the room startles you. The sound is faint yet unmistakable, like the rustling of fabric against stone. Closing your book with a deliberate motion, you rise to investigate. Your heart quickens as you approach the source, a shadow that shifts nervously in the dim light, its form too human to be anything but trouble. Your instinct is to call for help, to alert someone to the intruder's presence, yet your feet remain rooted to the ground.

At last, you reach the towering bookshelf that conceals the source of your unease. Slowly, you peer around the corner, only to find your nephew, Lucerys, standing there with an expression of guilt painted across his youthful face. The surprise is fleeting, replaced quickly by a gentle smile. You have never been close with the boy—conversations between you both have been few and far between—but his presence here is a curiosity you cannot easily dismiss.

“Please, don’t tell anyone I’m here.” he pleads, his voice barely more than a whisper. Though the two of you have seldom spoken, there is something endearing about his request, a vulnerability that tugs at a part of you long dormant.

“I won’t tell.” you assure him with a soft chuckle, “but shirking your duties, young prince, is hardly becoming.” Your tone is teasing, laced with a warmth that surprises even you. “Come now, would you care for some pastries? I made them myself this morning.”

He hesitates, scratching his head before offering you a shy, lopsided smile. Without a word, he follows you, and you find yourself wondering what has prompted this unusual kindness. You have never before gone out of your way to bond with your nephew, yet here you are, leading him to a quiet corner where you might share a moment of simple companionship.

You offer him one of the pastries you had carefully baked earlier, alongside a cup of tea, freshly brewed by the servant at your request. You can’t help but wonder if he’ll find such dainty fare too delicate, too feminine for his tastes. Perhaps he’ll take offense, misinterpreting your gesture as a subtle insult to his masculinity.

“Did you bake these yourself, Princess?” His voice, full of genuine astonishment, interrupts your musings. His eyes are wide, filled with a childlike wonder that takes you aback. He seems delighted, and you can’t help but smile as you nod in response. But his enthusiasm gets the better of him, and soon he’s choking on a crumb, prompting you to swiftly offer him the cup of tea.

“Take your time, my prince.” you say gently, “no one will intrude here.”

He takes the tea and sips it, clearing his throat as he does. After a moment, he sighs in relief and finishes the pastry with more care.

“Did you skip lunch?” you ask, already suspecting the answer.

“Yes, Princess.” he admits with a sheepish grin. “I couldn’t bear another history lesson. I have to memorize so much and read the same passages over and over.”

You shake your head at his innocent frustration, but there’s no real censure in your expression.

“You mustn’t avoid your studies, Lucerys.” you chide him softly. “Education is a privilege not granted to everyone. There are countless people who would give anything for the opportunities you have, and it’s important to honor that by making the most of it.”

His face falls, guilt clouding his youthful features. He looks as though you’ve chastised him more harshly than you intended, like a puppy who’s just been scolded for some minor misdeed. Though his mistake is small, you don’t wish for him to bear the brunt of a reprimand as you so often do.

“I understand, Aunt.” he says, nodding earnestly.

“Good boy.” you reply, your tone softening. “Perhaps I’ll bake more pastries for you sometime. Would you like that?” His face brightens instantly, a broad grin spreading across his lips—a transformation so sudden and complete it almost makes you laugh. There is something undeniably charming about the boy, a spark of innocence that tugs at your heart.

“Promise me you will!” he exclaims, his eyes shining with hope.

In the family dining hall, the evening meal unfolds in its usual manner, a symphony of clattering cutlery and muted conversation. Yet, the air crackles with an unspoken tension. The siblings, both of your own and the Velaryons, engage in a delicate dance of civility, making every effort to avoid the sharp barbs and heated exchanges that often follow your father’s retreat to his quarters.

Rhaenyra’s voice cuts through the din with a note of concern. “I heard from your tutor that you were absent from class today, Luke.” she says to her son. Luke’s gaze flickers momentarily towards you, his eyes widening in surprise. You hastily gulp down the last morsels of your meal and rise to intercede.

“It was my fault, dear sister.” you say with a calm you barely feel. “I requested Prince Luke’s assistance in organizing the library. I was unaware he had other obligations. I apologize for the oversight.” Rhaenyra turns her gaze upon you, her expression softening as she gives a nod of understanding.

“Well, I am relieved to know he was not gallivanting off somewhere.” she remarks with a hint of a smile. “I shall not hold it against you, Luke. Just ensure that Mother does not hear of you neglecting your lessons for other diversions.” Luke’s face brightens with relief, and he casts a grateful glance your way, his eyes speaking volumes of unspoken thanks.

As the family resumes their meal, a sense of uneasy normalcy settles over the table. Yet, your younger brother, seated beside you, remains intent on disrupting the peace. His antics are calculated to provoke, and despite your repeated attempts to quell his mischief, he persists. His actions drive you to excuse yourself from the table, and, predictably, he follows in your wake.

As you make your way down the corridor towards your chambers, you become aware of footsteps trailing closely behind you. It comes as no surprise when you turn to find Aemond shadowing your path. His presence, once a minor annoyance, has lately become a source of constant agitation. You come to a halt, turning to face him with a mixture of resignation and apprehension.

“What is it, Aemond?” you ask, your voice a controlled mask of curiosity.

“Why did you lie?” he demands, stepping closer with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. “Why did you deceive everyone for that boy?” His face is so close to yours that you are compelled to tilt your head back, the disparity in your heights a tangible barrier between you.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” you respond, striving to maintain a facade of composure. “I don’t understand.” You take a step back, distancing yourself from his penetrating gaze.

“How noble you are, playing the doting aunt.” he sneers, his smile thin and mocking. “It’s almost as if you are trying to make a hero out of him.” He turns abruptly and strides away, his departure as abrupt as his intrusion.

You stand rooted in place, the echo of his footsteps fading into the distance. His words linger in your mind, a storm of unsettling thoughts. The encounter has left you breathless, and you find yourself grappling with an unfamiliar sense of fear.

You push the tumultuous thoughts from your mind and make your way back to your chamber, the familiar surroundings offering little solace. The comfort of your bed beckons, and you retreat to its embrace, hoping that sleep will provide a reprieve from the day’s disquiet. As you sink into the softness of the mattress, the night’s stillness envelops you, offering a fragile sanctuary from the complexities of the waking world.

In the gilded twilight of your days, it has not gone unnoticed that your time with Lucerys has grown more frequent, more precious. The hours in the library, cloistered away from the rigid structure of courtly duties, have become a haven for the two of you. You talk long after the lessons and training sessions have ended, trading tales and tomes like secret treasures. The crackling hearthlight, the scent of parchment, and the sweet taste of confections baked together have become the symbols of a bond that feels almost ethereal, a dreamlike interlude in your otherwise structured life.

You’ve often found yourself yearning for a closeness with your mother, a relationship like those you’ve seen in others. They can confide in their mothers, share joys and sorrows alike. But your mother, ever the paragon of duty, seems more concerned with molding you into the image of the perfect daughter of Targaryen lineage than with knowing your heart. Her lessons are constant—lessons in comportment, history, and the fine art of statecraft—leaving little time for the warmth and closeness you secretly crave. Yet, despite this distance, your love for her remains steadfast. She is, after all, your mother, and you have long since accepted the way of things, even if a part of you still yearns for more.

“Today, I nearly found myself on the wrong end of a sword.” Lucerys begins, his voice animated with the thrill of the close call. He is ever eager to recount the tales from the training yard, knowing well that such places are largely forbidden to you unless chaperoned by your brothers, Aemond or Aegon—neither of whom relish the idea of you witnessing the raw, brutal art of combat.

“Were they truly using live steel?” you ask, your brow furrowing in concern. “I had thought that was reserved for more seasoned fighters, certainly not for princes still in their youth.”

“Nay, it was merely an accident.” he reassures you, though you can see the glint of mischief in his eyes. These so-called accidents seem to occur with alarming frequency when it comes to him, more so than with others. You wonder if there might be more to it, something that you could help with, but the answer eludes you, leaving you in a state of quiet contemplation.

“Far too many accidents, if you ask me.” you murmur, your voice tinged with worry.

“Perhaps it is I who am the cause of them.” he muses with a lighthearted chuckle. “A walking disaster, if you will.”

You can’t help but smile at his nonchalance, though the thought lingers in your mind longer than you care to admit. “Today, I had my own trial.” you offer, seeking to shift the conversation. “I was drilled in the art of public speaking.”

“Ah, so you’ve been practicing your High Valyrian, have you?” he inquires, his curiosity piqued.

You shake your head, a small laugh escaping your lips. “No, not this time. Today’s lesson was on the proper diction and decorum of a noblewoman. They say it’s to prepare me for when I must represent our house, to speak as a true Targaryen should.”

He raises an eyebrow at that, his expression a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “And where do they expect you to go that you must speak so formally?”

Your laugh deepens, and you can’t help but be amused by his innocent questioning. “Someday, they will see me wed to a lord of standing, and I must be prepared to fulfill my role as a proper lady. Such is the fate of a daughter of the crown.”

He leans closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Then marry me.” he says, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

You nearly choke on your breath, your eyes wide in disbelief. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?”

“Of course.” he replies, his tone unflinching. “If you marry me, you won’t have to concern yourself with all these lessons. I care not for all the airs and graces they try to impose on you.”

His words, so simple yet so sincere, bring a smile to your lips. You move closer to him, your hand gently brushing through his unruly hair, as if to smooth the wild thoughts that dance in his mind. His hair is soft beneath your fingertips, and his face, with its noble features, is a mirror of your own family’s beauty, bearing the mark of the Targaryens.

You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence, and entwine your fingers with his in a gesture that feels both comforting and intimate. “Perhaps we shall think on it another day.” you whisper, the words more of a lullaby than a command. “For now, let us rest.”

He shifts slightly, guiding you to recline upon his lap, his fingers weaving idly through your golden locks as though he were strumming the strings of a delicate harp. His touch is gentle, his smile as genuine as the boy you’ve come to cherish. As you lie there, the world around you seems to fade, leaving only the two of you in this small sanctuary of shared secrets and unspoken promises. The idea of anyone discovering your closeness would surely cause a scandal, forcing you both into vows of marriage before a septon, but for now, such thoughts are as distant as the stars.

And so you remain, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world, content in the knowledge that this moment, at least, is yours alone.

“I believe our princess is ready for marriage,” your grandfather announced, his voice resonating with a gravity that sent a shiver through the room. The words felt like a thunderclap, leaving you momentarily stunned. The prospect of marriage had been discussed, but the timing, according to your mother’s assurances, was still a distant reality—two or three years hence. Now, confronted with the immediate urgency, you turned to her, seeking a familiar glimmer of reassurance. Her expression, equally astonished, mirrored your own turmoil.

“No, no, I think we can wait another year or two.” you protested, your voice trembling as you clung to the hope that this was merely an overzealous suggestion. The elderly man’s eyes met yours with a perplexing calmness, as though he were silently assessing the weight of your words against the inexorable march of time.

“Your elder sister was married several years younger than you are now. Do not be selfish.” he admonished, his tone laced with a wisdom that felt almost too heavy to bear. “It is high time you begin to seek a suitable match.” His words, though gentle, were like chains tightening around your heart, binding you to a future you had not yet embraced.

Despair washed over you as you glanced toward your father, King Viserys, who, to your dismay, nodded in solemn agreement with your grandfather’s pronouncement. The realization struck you with brutal force: the world you had carefully built around yourself was crumbling. The idea of being married off to a stranger, chosen not by your heart but by the dictates of duty and family, was anathema to everything you had ever wanted.

The meal that followed was a trial of endurance, each bite of food turning to dust in your mouth, each conversation a blur of voices against the backdrop of your internal chaos. The oppressive weight of the evening’s discussions seemed to press down upon you with every passing second. As soon as you could, you excused yourself, your heart pounding with a mixture of dread and urgency. You fled to the sanctuary of the library, a refuge where you had always found solace.

The moment you were alone, the tears you had fought so valiantly to contain during dinner finally erupted. You sank into a chair, the overwhelming wave of sorrow crashing over you. The sense of betrayal, the fear of a future you did not choose, all mingled into a tumultuous storm of emotion.

It was then that you felt a gentle, familiar embrace encircle you from behind. The warmth was a beacon in your sea of despair, and you turned to find Lucerys standing there, his eyes filled with concern and unwavering affection.

“I don’t want to marry, Luke.” you said, your voice breaking as you clung to him. “I don’t want this, not at all.”

“And I don’t want you to marry.” he responded, his voice tender and resolute. His arms wrapped around you with a comforting firmness, providing a sanctuary of warmth and security. The world outside could have crumbled, but within his embrace, you found a refuge from the storm.

You wept into his shoulder, allowing the tears to flow freely. Lucerys remained steadfast, his presence a constant source of calm as he held you close. His hands stroked your hair with a gentle tenderness that spoke volumes, a silent vow of loyalty and care. Time seemed to stretch and bend around you, the harsh realities of the world fading as you focused solely on the comfort he provided.

As the tears subsided, you lay with your head resting on his lap, the library’s quiet surroundings offering a peaceful cocoon. “All my life, there has been a tumultuous chaos within me.” you murmured, gazing up at him. “I thought this room, this haven, was my place of peace. But truly, Lucerys, the only time I ever feel truly serene is when you are with me.”

He looked down at you, his eyes soft with an affection that transcended words. You reached up, your hand caressing his cheek with a gentleness that matched his own. He took your hand and held it against his face, as though drawing strength from your touch.

“Then rest, my princess.” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. “Let us forget the troubles of the world for now. I will stay with you. Together, we shall find a way to navigate this storm.”

He pressed a tender kiss to your hand, his lips lingering as though savoring the sweetness of the moment. His gesture was a promise, a vow that he would be your anchor in the stormy seas of fate. “Or, perhaps… marry me.” he suggested softly, his words imbued with a mixture of hope and sincerity.

You did not answer with words but responded with a slow, deliberate nod. In that moment, surrounded by his unwavering presence, you realized that the only true peace and happiness you had ever known were found in his company. With him, the weight of duty and the fears of the future seemed to dissolve, leaving only the solace of shared moments and unspoken promises.

As you rested there, nestled against him, you allowed yourself to drift into a serene slumber, cocooned in the warmth of his love. For a fleeting, precious moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the quiet joy of being together.

#‧⁺◟ lyn writing table *•#lucerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon x reader

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iicloudyiiddyy · 1 year ago

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YANDERE! YANDERE! WHAT ARE YOU?

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CLINGY- Most likely of them all to become a stalker, too emotionally attached, it’s a must to have you in their life. They just can’t do it without you! I need hugs and I need kisses and I need you to look at me! Tsk. Tsk. Such Needy little things.

“Where you going? In town near the shore? Oooo! Let me come!”

Ready to create shrines (already did) about you. Wants you. Needs you. Craves you. Your attention on is more of a life source than food and water for them. Has videos & pictures of you. (They touch themselves to it) anything to remind them that you are with them, not with that bitch. Always trying to take you away from. Someone should teach her a lesson. They will throw a fit if you tell them that you can’t hang out with them today or that you are to busy and it’s because they will cling on to anything that tells them that you choose them, that you hang out with them because you like it, because you love it, I mean what could be more important than them?

-> Hange , Sasha , Krista (AOT) Hinata , Nishinoya , Yachi, Atsumu (HAIKYUU) Hinata , Ten-Ten , Konan (NARUTO) Gon , Pakunoda (HUNTER X HUNTER) Tanjiro , Mitsuri , Rengoku (DEMON SLAYER) Izuku , Kirishima , Twice (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

————— OBSESSIVE - They are nothing but a slave to their own obsession. They revolve around you. How you sleep, what you eat, and what you say can drive them in a tizzy! Even the smallest of things can make them stay up at night and fantasize. Everything about you is in and on their mind. Your smell. Your eyes. Your body. Your touch. Must know about you. You’re their passion, and the root of their curiosity. They steal your worn-out clothes, your perfume, your panties & your pens. Anything to get a glimpse into who you are, to aid there dirty fantasies.

-> Jean , Falco , Erwin(ATTACK ON TITAN) Tanaka , Kenma (HAIKYUU) Kiba , (NARUTO) Nobunaga (HUNTER X HUNTER) Akaza , Muichiro (DEMON SLAYER) Sero (MY HERO ACADEMIA) Sal Fisher, (SALLY FACE)

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POSSESSIVE- Yours. Hers. His. Theirs. Mine. They get off so bad with these words, rubbing their thighs together at just the mere thought of it. They must dictate and decide everything for you, you are theirs after all. You can eat this and this, don’t even think about trying that though and stay away from your Aunt Susan. Why? Cause I said so now do it. They want to direct the things you do. Make the things you do because of them. Power and ownership is what makes them choke you , watching as you sputter and struggle and only when they think that you’ve learned your lesson in disobedience that they stop. Just give it up, the sooner you stop fighting them and their decisions the better.

“ Good girl, now who do you belong to? That’s right. That means when I say for you to take my cock you fucking do it.”

-> Levi , Ymir (ATTACK ON TITAN) Kageyama , Tsukishima (HAIKYUU) Madara , Sasuke, Neji , (NARUTO) Chrollo , Machi , Kurapika , (HUNTER X HUNTER) Obanai , Sanemi , Muzan , Kokoshibu (DEMON SLAYER) Shigaraki , Aizawa (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

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SUBMISSIVE - You need a dog? I can bark. You need a shoe cleaner? I have a mouth. They are by your feet within seconds of you uttering their name. They love serving you, being needed by you. I mean as long as your there they are fine with literally anything. Willing to do anything. Would give you everything if you so much as asked.

“Please! Please, tell me you want me! Tell me you love me!”

Will give up their dignity, pride and humanity for you. All you have to do is ask. Their worst nightmare is you throwing them out. Deciding that you are better off without them. Your aren’t and they will prove it to you.

-> Armin , Floch , Gabi (ATTACK ON TITAN) YACHI, Terushima, (HAIKYUU) Sakura , Minato (NARUTO) Leorio, (HUNTER X HUNTER) MITSURI , Enmu (DEMON SLAYER)

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MANIPULATIVE - Gaslight, gate-keep, girl boss, blackmail. Will use every single tactic and ploy in the book to get you to stay.

“How could you! You did this to me! Made me so weak and useless without you! I can’t breathe when you aren’t around! I’ll fall apart without you! It would be all your fault!”

They know what they are doing, know that you are too sweet to leave in fear of what would happen to them. So you stay and let them rule and command your life, you would be falling apart of the amount of emotional torture and manipulation that they put you through and they would be all shits and giggles. You aren’t leaving. You’re going to stay here with them through heaven and hell.

-> Eren, Connie , (ATTACK ON TITAN) Kuroo, Oikawa (HAIKYUU) Naruto, Shikamaru, Itachi (NARUTO) Phinks (HUNTER X HUNTER) Uzui, Shinobu , Daki ( DEMON SLAYER) HAWKS , toga (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

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SADISTIC- You thought possessive YAN! was bad? Oh…sweetheart here they come…the minute they set their eyes on you you were theirs, and to ensure that they spread lies and cause rumors. Anything to get you alone,by yourself and hurt. Come crawling to them. Stay with them. Never leave them, you have no one else anyways. They will play nice with you, let you think that they are here to protect you that you are safe when you are the farthest thing from it. They will coo at you saying how cute you are, all small and fragile with only them by your side before smashing their fist on your head, they shudder at your pain.Not cause it grosses them out. No! No! Quite the opposite. They are drooling for your despair. Seeing you like this on your knees, tears streaming down your face as you sob in pain. God. How could they not want you?

They don’t dilute themself into thinking that this is for you or your safety. No, this is for them. They not only blush at the thought of you in pain but also for the fact that it’s because of them. They get off seeing you beg and babble. Gasp and scream for them to stop as you collapse on their cock. They giggle at your fruitless efforts, silly thing, you should know by now that your crying only makes them want to do it more. The power goes to their head, intoxicated at seeing you whimper in fear of them. They love you so much . They want to see you so helpless and out of power. To have your pleasure, pain and thoughts in their hands is nothing but a dream for them.

-> Levi, Zeke (ATTACK ON TITAN) MADARA (NARUTO) FEITAN (HUNTER X HUNTER) Sakusa kiyoomi?? (HAIKYUU) MUZAN (DEMON SLAYER) Dabi, Keigo (MY HERO ACADEMIA) ( ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ I ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴀɴ sᴏ ʜᴏᴛ)

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DELUSIONAL - Anything and everything is the problem but them. It must by the color of his shirt that’s making you look at him with such disgust. Green isn’t his color.. everyone knows that... You love them though. It’s the only explanation for how you act, running away when seeing them, you should be more forward with your feelings! They feel the same way! You’re just playing shy when you were dodging their kisses.

When you were yelling on how much you don’t want this. Tut, tut. Playing hard to get? We love each other. We’re made for each other. I love you and you love me. Now stop beating around the bush and come here.

“I only hurt you because of my love. My feelings. You feel the same way. You should understand. I’ll make you understand.”

-> Marco, EREN ( ATTACK ON TITAN) Sugawara , Yaku (HAIKYUU) ALSO SAKURA , Lee , Gaara (NARUTO) Shizuku , Cheetu ( I’m sobbing I dont know why I find that cheetah ant so hot)(HUNTER X HUNTER) Tomioka (DEMON SLAYER)

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SAFE GUARD- Extremely overbearing. Must know where you are at all times, has to not only be aware but also have an opinion in what you are doing.

“You want to go where? Why? Here with me is perfect. Fine. Stop crying you can go, but I’m coming with you.”

Just accept it. You aren’t shaking them off. They watch, study & perceive, if not for you then for them, for their peace of mind . They love being your knight in shining armor (even though you didn’t need one) your protecter.

They keep you ‘safe’, and that fact alone is their pride and joy. I mean, what would you do without them? You need them. They don’t need you.( that’s what they tell themselves) you should be more grateful.

-> Mikasa , LEVI (ATTACK ON TITAN) Daichi , (HAIKYUU) Itachi , kakashi (NARUTO) Machi , Uvogin, killua, illumi (HUNTER X HUNTER) Akaza , Gyomei (DEMON SLAYER)

( ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ @cafekitsune ♡︎) ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɪғ ᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɢs ʙʏ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ! I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ! Dᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇǫ!

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SFW Alphabet with Caesar

The very first Alphabet I'm writing and *GASP* this is was so long to write but I LOVED IT!

Warnings: fluffy fluff, tiny angst and... tiny nsfw allusions

Words: 10k (🫨)

Enjoy your reading! 😁

Planet of the Apes Masterlist.

A = Affection

Caesar is actually, pretty much affectionate with you and I'm a firm believer he'll not be afraid to show his affection in public, all things considered of course. He'll not display a huge amont of it out of the nest, but you can bet there will be gentle glances towards you, soft and lingering touches when he passed by during the day. This is just what he does when you're both going on with your own activities during the day.

Something like... he's at a council meeting, perched on a rock above the colony and he saw you walking downhill towards whatever you planned to do and once you sense the gawking on you, you find his green and golden eyes watching you from above and as you grace him with a gentle smile, you catch his enamored gaze softening only for your eyes to see and for the split second it lasted it sends you a wave of pleasant tingles bubbling inside your chest.

But it can also be... One of each of your activities bring the two of you to meet, even for a short time, and I swear he'll gently brush his thick fingers through your hair, even letting his fingertips lightly scratch your scalp, and he'll rest his palm at the root of your neck while his fingers are still encapsulating your skull as he brings you to a tiny forehead kiss to greet you and ask you whatever he has to ask you. You're in for a wave of shiver running from your skull down to your spine as the warmth of his hand radiate through your skin and brings a soft heat on your cheek. Once again, it's short but it is delightful.

B = Best friend

He's a very caring friend, are you feeling well in your nest? Are you settling comfortably in the colony? Would you mind if I spend some time with you while you're fishing, eating or doing your human stuff? He'll listen to you, no matter what you're saying, telling him about what you did during the day, recalling some events from your past, complaining about Koba being a jerk to you, even your small talk, he'll listen to it. Not sure he'll comment on everything but it's okay, he's a good listener and that's all you need of him as a friend.

He might also come to you if he needs advice on how to handle a human situation.

C = Cuddles

I believe cuddling is something you needed to teach him. I mean, of course Caesar is affectionate with you, the soft touches and strokes, the forehead kisses and taking in your scent whenever he has to occasion to. But to actually save times with the only purpose to cuddle (and not even in a sexual way) and share gentle touches and whatnot, whispering lovingly into the ears of the other, it's a very human thing to do.

Okay, okay let me tell you how it went:

You needed more.

For a while now, a warm whirlwind had been biting at your stomach whenever you found yourself near your Caesar. A whirlwind that left you with a hunger you could never seem to satiate, despite your mate's heady presence, and which seemed to grow stronger every time his gaze landed on yours or his hands extended an affectionate greeting against your skin.

Lately, you'd caught yourself wanting more. When Caesar would slide his hand over the back of your neck to bring you closer to him and kiss your forehead with his, your body would have the strange instinct to chase after him as soon as he moved away from you, silently asking him to linger a few moments longer.

This would also happen when he offered you his hand to help you climb a rock or move over uneven ground he knew to be unstable for your (rather questionable) human balance. You'd slip your fingers into his calloused hand and his warmth would become a pleasant hot water bottle against your skin, as your hand tightened a little more against his with the firm intention of not wanting to let go, until he freed you from his chivalrous grip a little too quickly for your liking.

And the moment you realized your inescapable need to linger languorously in his arms was at the communal dinner.

You had finished your meal and were waiting patiently beside Caesar for him to finish his. He was engaged in a rather enthusiastic silent conversation with his son, Blue Eyes, while you admired the flames dancing in front of your eyes. Suddenly, your head found shelter against his shoulder. His fur tickled the skin of your cheek and you would have liked to snuggle up to him entirely, even nuzzling your nose in his fur to take in a whiff of his musky scent, but you just closed your eyes, enjoying the harsh but delicate tingling of his soft fur against your cheek.

You sometimes sought this kind of contact with him, so it didn't alarm Caesar so much until he realized that your head was still propped there, against his shoulder, the light pressure not budging after a few seconds as you were so used to do.

He frowned slightly in confusion, and with a touch of concern, he looked down at your peaceful face, his knuckles pressing lightly against your cheek to encourage you to open your eyes.

"Are you okay?" Caesar signed the words to you discreetly.

You tilted your head up a little, the movement causing friction against his fur as you refused to break the contact of your cheek against his warm shoulder, before signing a simple "yes" in turn.

"Do you mind, if… I stay like this?"

Your voice was a melodious whisper to his ears, and the features of his face softened to give way only to a loving expression. The air he blew through his nose made his nostrils flare weakly as he bent his head towards you, tenderly kissing your forehead with his own and if you squinted hard enough, you could have seen his lower lip fall limply in a peaceful expression.

"I… don't… mind… it."

The husky tone of his voice sent a shower of shivers down your spine and a smile played across your lips, making your hand travel around his arm until you slipped it into his, squeezing it tenderly to thank him.

And if your hand left his to let him carry on signing his discussion with his son, you comfortably settled your head back against his shoulder, your smile never leaving your face as Caesar's body gently leaned against yours to quietly share your affection.

From this day, you got him wrapped around your finger, I swear!

D = Domestic

Well, if you're not under human problems (you know, war, threats and such), I think it can be a very peaceful life. Like, you just need to... be. You have quite a lot of routine activities to sustain the daily communal life, for example: going fishing, hunting, foraging fruits/vegetables, but also exploring the world around the colony to maybe gather useful tools and materials, maybe you have to get wood for the fires, but you also need to take care of your shared nest with Caesar (because let's face it, with the amount of intimacy activities you both go through, the nest MOVES a lot). So yeah, very peaceful and I tend to think it can also become TOO peaceful (really, put aside war and threats). I'll not say boring because you have a lot to do, especially being Caesar's mate - he relies on you a lot to spend time with the colony on his behalf to help the other apes when needed and such, because he cannot be everywhere, team's work you know - it's about the routine. It's more or less the same dynamic each day, so being creative is important, because you know, you can't go on holidays anymore 😂

Not to worry though, it's not a feeling you have often, most of the time you enjoy your daily peaceful life especially because I believe Caesar makes it a priority to spend quality time with you during the day, rather than just seeing you in the early morning or evening and night.

So for an hour or two, he'll be with you while you're working on something for the colony. Maybe that day he went with you to forage blueberries and nuts or fishing at the river and let me tell you, in these times where he has you only for himself, he's going to be playful! YES the grumpy stoic ape is PLAYFUL when it comes to you (or littles ones but wait and see 🤭) and you can bet he'll do it in such a smooth way like "no, I'm not responsible for that water splash you just got in your face 😇" and if you try to get your payback, you better be prepared because he won't allow this without consequences so please run for your life because he will tackle you down into the mud and a series of cheerful and teasing hoots would be sung just for you as he pretends he's going to severely bite your neck, because how dare you splashing him water back now just enjoy his hot breath and teeth hovering your skin AND YOU'RE IN FOR A MOUTH FULL KISS RIGHT IN THE CROOK OF YOUR NECK AS HE'S LAUGHING HEARTILY and you happily savor it because IT IS NOT OFTEN.

(Please leave me alone I have FEELS and I should write a proper oneshot for this!!)

E = Ending

Oh this one is tough. When I think about it, (and this will go with the letter F too) I can't picture a reason he would break up with you because, hear me out, he's an overthinker, if he had chosen you for being his mate, you can be sure the decision is more than analyzed. Beforehand, he probably had studied your behavior on your good AND bad days. He knows how you express anger, he knows how you express frustration, how you express offense but also how you express love, caring and even teasing! So, if he ever break up, it would not be because of you, nor it would be because of him because YOU know also with who you engage yourself. I mean, a human and an ape mating for life, this is no joke, both of you know the ups and downs of this.

If there were ever a break up at some point, it would probably come from something out of control and coming from someone else or something external. Like someone is threatening one of you to kill the other if you don't break up, or you know, this kind of seriousness where the life of the other is in danger. And omg it would be so heartbreaking for both of you if something like a serious threat was coming at the two of you:

It was… as if the world were falling apart for the second time.

"It… can no longer… work…" he huffed in an aggravated tone. "We… can't… work."

His words, pronounced with a coldness you didn't recognize. It wasn't him, the ape in front of you, standing with such firm determination that you hardly dared - you, his mate, the one he'd chosen to share the rest of his life with - to look at him, that ape there, he wasn't your Caesar.

"I… don't understand," you said, your voice hushed.

And you'd hoped so hard that he'd change his mind, that you'd misinterpreted his words and that it was all just a misunderstanding. You were almost sick with wanting to believe it, the walls of your heart clenched so tightly that at any moment, you knew, it could break, spread out in little pieces on the floor like glass, and suddenly your stomach wanted to give back the meal you'd eaten in the early hours of the morning.

"You have to… Leave." His baritone voice was nothing but fists slamming into your face.

And your face contorted with the anticipation of punches Caesar would never dare inflict on you, no matter what. You took a deep breath, your eyes closed to prevent yourself from seeing the hatred you imagined on Caesar's face, as the tears had decided to roll down your cheeks, leaving a warm, wet trail behind them.

You couldn't hear them, these words. You couldn't accept them, and yet Caesar anticipated with great skill your desire to come close to him and try to talk some sense into him, to seek out the body warmth that he, only the day before, had known how to offer you in the difficult times you'd experienced in the past. No sooner had you taken even the slightest step in his direction than he growled, baring his teeth in a stern warning that one more step would bring you nothing but trouble.

And that was all it took.

You felt yourself stumbling to catch the organ that was pumping your blood through your veins, but you weren't quick enough. You had no choice but to watch it crash to the ground, the blood-red fragments scattering into thousands of pieces that you knew would be impossible to gather and glue back together.

It was all over. You could see in front of you, at your feet, your heart beating to propel blood that would never reach your veins, and the sticky liquid spreading in streams around the organ that had just been ripped from your chest.

Your arms wrapped around your breast as if you were trying to cradle this organ so important to your body, telling yourself that perhaps this would give it back its rightful place and no matter how much you squeezed your ribs, it was already too late, you could feel it deep inside you, the emptiness. The emptiness that had just taken its place where it was supposed to be.

Caesar was watching you crumble. And he wondered if you would be able to recover from it, if he would be able to recover from it. But what other choice did he have? He couldn't see any. This, to know that you would continue to breathe, even far from him, even far from his people, but very much alive, or else… to know once again the wrenching pain of seeing once again the heart of the being he loved stop beating. And that was something he couldn't bring himself to do. Not while the threat hovering over you was still alive. Maybe you'd never forgive him, even afterwards, it was even clear, you'd never be able to forgive him. Your tears flooding your skin, your body cowering in on itself like prey caught in a bear's clutches, your face - usually so lit up by your own sun, the one radiating from your body as if the sun above the world itself had given you one of its rays as a gift - damaged by the heartbreaking words Caesar had chosen to utter, proved to him that you would never forgive him.

And Caesar felt something coming to gnaw at his ribs and crawl viciously to his heart before attacking his flesh with sharp teeth. But there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do other than show you a hard, cold face, ready to display the dangerousness of his jaw in the false anger he had to pretend. And a hint of real anger emerged in the pit of his stomach. He never pretended. He never lied. So why couldn't you see that? Why did you so easily believe this face he'd only shown you in his horrific images that sometimes haunted him as he slept soundly beside you.

This anger he could show you without pretending, and that's what gave credibility to it all.

(I should also write a proper oneshot for this 😭)

F = Fiance(e)

So, hm, yeah, back to my senses (sorry about that), and as I said just above, he is NOT quick in wanting to have you as his mate because he needs to be sure of you. Like, crazy sure. No doubts allowed because commitment is for life and there is no turning point. So from the moment the idea pop up in his mind that maybe he feels something else than friendship towards you, he'll observe, study and analyze your behavior in a very obsessive way (this should sit in the bad habit section I believe!). No joke is allowed here but once he got what he sought, damn you're doomed to have him for the rest of your life.

G = Gentle

He is gentle, no debate about this, but he knows when to be gentle and when to be harsh. He's very smart in knowing how to hold himself, how to adapt his behavior according to an event in order to obtain what he wants. And this goes for both, physically and emotionally. He's not shy in showing his gentleness but also his capacity to be abrasive. This is why he is a great leader, king to the other apes, he knows how to balance both.

Now, talking about you. There is no way he's harsh with you physically, even if you're mean to him for some reasons, he knows he can badly injure you because he is way stronger than you. And hurting you is a huge NO, no matter what. So, when he has his hands on you, it is as soft as the stroke of a feather.

Now, he may be harsh emotionally with you but not in a sense he'll use bad words on you or try to belittle you or something like this, he'll be harsh if you try to push him to open up and he's not ready or doesn't want to, there he's going to dismiss you. It'll also happen when you talk badly about your own self (see the U section).

He can also be a bit blunt when he speaks, which can sometimes be taken as offensive for a human but there are no bad thoughts behind it. He's an ape, he just says what needs to be said so if you're asking him if the crafting your making is good, and it is actually going bad, don't expect him to lie, he'll tell you it's bad. But you'll see the gentleness when he crouched down beside you and help you get it better.

H = foreHead kisses

(YEAH I KNOW it's supposed to be "Home" and forehead does not start with an "h" but I wanted to talk about forehead kisses, so I'm talking about forehead kisses, if you have something against it, go talk to after sales services, thanks 😂)

So FOREHEAD KISSES.

They occur on a daily basis: to greet you in the morning and gulp at your scent before leaving for the day, to greet you also at dinner time when meet once again after a long day and he needs to feel close to you and also for a night routine before you both fall in the arms of Morpheus. And he does linger there, pressing his forehead against yours. Sometimes you can feel a small pinch from your skull as he presses harder there to show you how much you mean to him. According to him, the harder he presses, the deeper his feelings for you are engraved (one day you got a light bruise from the forehead kiss you shared the night before and you couldn't stop complaining about it so now instead on going hard pressing, he lingers A LOT MORE, lingering works to).

And there is this little ceremonial thing that goes with forehead kisses... At the end of the courting phase, to ask to officially enter into a mated pair relationship… both parties have to initiate a forehead kiss. When the first one is given, if you don't decline right away, the other one will wait for you to give it back. And it may take several days, this way, it allows the courting phase to last a little longer, in a way that's enjoyable for both of you.

Let me tell you how it went for you!

The first few days of winter were always complicated. Your body would eventually get used to the cold, but you'd always have that adjustment time that caused you restless nights.

The little fire crackled gently inside your little hut. The late autumn night chill prevented you from falling asleep, despite the pelts covering your bed and the coat you had to slip over your shoulders to keep warm.

And this was how Caesar found you, passing by your hut with the primary aim of returning to his nest for the night. Your crouched form beside your campfire, your knees tucked up against your chest and your hands seeking the warmth of the small flames dancing merrily, drew his attention and he stopped in front of the entrance to your hut.

You hadn't noticed him yet, and he took the opportunity to admire your eyes as they followed the movement of the flames, hoping that the waltz they were playing would eventually lull you to sleep. His eyes were always telling him silent stories, animated by emotions that were sometimes joyful, sometimes amusing and sometimes sad. He always admired the ability that humans had… that you had, to express so much in a single glance.

He had to work to decipher them. He'd had a few failures in the past, but today he could tell in a glance the emotion that was gripping your heart. And tonight, he could see a mixture of annoyance and fatigue, and a certain desire to find the serenity that would finally lead you to sleep.

You still didn't notice him, and a deep, primal feeling nibbled pleasantly at his insides as he had the vulgar sensation of lurking over you like prey he'd eventually catch.

His green eyes wandered happily over your body and your hands, after storing up enough warmth, began rubbing your legs to transmit the warmth you'd been missing for so long.

The warmth he could bring you.

You repeated the gesture, placing your palms over the small fire, and Caesar watched your skin redden under the effect of the flames. His hands closed into two fists, suddenly feeling the heat radiate to his palms as if you'd just slipped your warm fingers into his hands, and he had to swallow. The sensation of your hands in his would be a treat and his cheeks puffed up in anticipation.

Maybe this was the right moment. The right moment to give in to temptation and finally take knowledge of your own volition.

But you still didn't notice him, and he would never allow himself to enter your personal space that he knew was so important to you. So his eyes wandered over your body again, and that's when he caught sight of it. Protected by the collar of the coat you were wearing, the top of your jugular escaping under that thick piece of cloth he suddenly wanted to rip off. His mouth salivated without warning and he was already running his tongue over the tips of his canines with the irrefutable urge to plant them in your skin and mark you as his own. And if you could just look up and…

Spotting him standing at the entrance to your hut, you smiled softly at him, your face lighting up faintly with fatigue but your eyes shining with a tenderness reserved only for him.

That was all he needed to get closer. To get closer until you timidly indicated that he should come and settle down beside you, but he had another idea in mind.

He had to know.

He watched your eyes squint with confusion when he didn't stop where you'd indicated, and when his palm slid delicately to the back of your head as he leaned gently toward you, he sought in your gaze a clue. Something that would tell him you'd refuse what he wanted.

Your eyes fluttered and a deep, soothing sigh found its way into your ribcage at the feel of his warm hand against the skin at the nape of your neck. A series of tingling sensations ran down your spine and into the small of your back as Caesar lovingly kissed your forehead with his own. His warm breath touched your face, warming the pores cooled by the winter night as he took deep breaths to memorize your scent to the very depths of his memory, and your hand slid down his cheek of its own accord, the graying fur that lined the junction of his skin tickling your fingertips.

You gently brushed his skin under his fur and it took no time at all for him to increase the pressure of his forehead against yours, a satisfied growl echoing in his chest in the hope that you would understand that this gesture was important. That after this, he wouldn't let you slip through his fingers and that he'd do anything and everything so that one day… you'd come and give him back what he'd just given you.

I = I love you

I talk about this before and I'm gonna stick on that: verbalizing your feelings towards each other is a very human way to do so. He doesn't understand the point of verbalizing it: you're mated for life, you share his nest, he even share sometimes his own food even if you have a full bowl of fruits, nuts and vegetables. The lingered eyed contact, the soft touches when he passed by, the intimacy you both go through when you find each other in the nest by the end of the day, the forehead kisses he gives you and that you returned fervently. All this screams I love you so when you tell him these words one time when you were both having a cuddle time in the privacy of your shared nest, he's like: ???? yes, I know, you know I know, you know I know you know, so???? but he accepts it anyway, escaping a chuckle straight out of his chest as he nuzzles his muzzle against your neck to gulp a big scent of yours and dancing his canines against your soft skin, teasing it and his warm breath willingly huffed towards your skin so he can feel your shiver waving through your entire body.

And yes he'll use it against you at any opportunity.

J = Jealousy

I don't picture him being jealous, like, he's quite confident in this field (and mostly because he can just smell your interest towards him so he has no doubt about your choice of mate, him, of course. You have no way to hide your feelings for him, your hormones betray you.). YET he is possessive but I think it's a distinctive feature for apes, once you're a mated pair, scent is key to keep any other apes away. So you'll have his scent all over you and he'll make sure his scent remains as strong as it needs to be on your body so he can smell your scent mixed up with his own from miles away (well, maybe not miles but you got the point). If you wash in a river, be sure you're ready for a shower of shared scent!

K = Kisses

Very, very, very human thing to do.

If we talk about mouth kisses, he doesn't mind it, like, he's not against it but he'll not go for it either. It's not a natural way for him to show his affection but he will let you do as you please if you feel the need to give him a smooch there because well... thank you Caroline and Will for kissing each other in front of him so now he knows mouth kisses are an important act of affection towards the one you love. (Though if you shut him as he's grumpily complaining he'll lowkey adore it and he'll carry on grumbling against your mouth so you keep kissing him there even though you start laughing because you know he does it on purpose. This is a silent agreement between you both.)

What he absolutely loves is to kiss your neck and he is NOT shy about it, well he is because he keeps it to the privacy of your nest or when he has you for himself and no one is around because he just goes mouth full on your skin and you can't complain. He's going to play his tongue against your soft skin and if he feels like it, even his teeth are going to graze at your neck as a wave of shiver flow along your body in anticipation, waiting for his canines to pierce through your skin but you can only feel a sting under the light pressure Caesar gives in the aim of not hurting you. (Ask him and I swear he'll go for a true bite).

L = Little ones

He is so caring and protective towards the young ones. He probably acts like a father for any baby apes or young apes of the colony.

He doesn't necessarily meet the little ones very often, but when he does - when he's with Maurice, for example - he's the kind of ape who looks at them with that kind, protective gaze. The ape kids aren't the least bit impressed by him, and they don't mind teasing him by climbing on his back or playing tag, like "You can't catch me!" and the little one scurries off with Caesar at his heels, and you can hear the happy, playful hoots throughout the village.

I've mentioned it before, but Caesar can be very playful when he wants to be (and especially when life doesn't push him around with responsibilities heavier than his shoulders.) and he shows it with you but also with the little ones.

M = Morning

Before you're a mated pair, he's got into the habit of coming to your nest to get you for breakfast. One day, you didn't wake up in time, so he made it his mission to come and check that you were awake and ready to eat, because it's important to fill your stomach in the morning and share this moment with everyone. It's a question of health and well-being, he says (well, it's also because he wants you to be the first one who he talks to in the morning so you can bet it is VERY early in the morning when he comes for you but shhh 🤫).

After you're a mated pair, surprisingly enough, he's going to let you sleep. He'll gently kiss your forehead with his own, trying not to wake you, and if you do, he'll linger a bit more than if you don't, and then he's out for his day, saving you a bowl for your favorite food for when you'll be ready to take your breakfast.

And until you teach him the art of cuddling, he'll not stick around the nest that much because you know, early council meetings, but once you taught him how to cuddle? There is at least ONE morning every so often when the council meeting start later than any other days 😳

N = Night

The nights are peaceful. And I think it's the only time when Caesar is vulnerable and able to express his true feelings openly.

It's also one of those tender moments (which can drift into something more spicy, but shhh) that you both share, and it's a time when you can really enjoy snuggling up to him, burying your nose in his fur at the neck, and letting his musky scent lull you to sleep.

You used to wait for him in the nest, your back pressed against several pelts that you used as pillows. On this particular day, you had found an old book in a human camp, and to pass the time before Caesar came in, you laid it on your lap, tucked slightly towards you, to read.

Lost in your reading, you didn't notice Caesar until your name rolled off his lips to catch your attention, and you smiled gently at him as he busied himself rekindling the fire you'd let die little by little. Your eyes went back to their reading, a novel by Graham Swift, whose moving story captivated your irises to the point of Caesar's curiosity.

His massive brown body entered your field of vision as he slowly crawled on all fours to your feet, letting one of his hands run along your shin. Your calf muscle twitched at his touch and his fur tickled your skin as you willingly allowed him enough space between your legs to rest. His hand settled on your right knee as he leaned lightly against your other leg, which needed to tense its muscles to keep it stable enough with the new weight it had to support.

His warmth beamed onto your skin, soaking into every cell and making it difficult to ignore. His head peeked out over your book, giving it a quick glance before focusing on the depths of your eyes.

"Ever after" you said.

And you closed the book to show him the cover page where a pear crunched on one side rested on an orange background of a beehive. The corners of the book were twisted and the hardback cover was itself beginning to detach from its base, and Caesar slid his hand from your knee until he grasped the book to observe it.

"Is he… new?" He asked.

You could feel his second hand laid against the nest just below your left thigh, which served to keep him more or less on top of you, and a shivering sensation crawled to the pit of your stomach when he playfully brushed his thumb over the part of your thigh that rested against the pelts.

"I found it this morning, you know, at the camp after the river." You explained gently.

And you knew his reaction even before he had done it. The features of his face frowned, the ridge of his eyes hardened and a grumble scratched his throat, unhappy that you'd ventured so far from the colony on your own. You giggled faintly and brought your hand up to his face, stroking the little wrinkles under his eyes in an attempt to soften his pout.

"And I don't have a single scratch!" You said proudly with a smile that was hard for him to resist.

He huffed, making his nostrils flare, in resignation, but you could see his irises scanning your skin for the slightest mark that wasn't there already. He set the book down beside you and you needed to give him more room between your thighs as he pushed himself further over your chest. A hand found its support beside your shoulder and you were forced to twist your neck back to keep looking at his face. The intense focus in his eyes faded as he realized that, indeed, no injury, however small, had appeared on the skin exposed between the pieces of fabric of your nightwear. And you couldn't help having that playful smile glued to your lips at his undying concern that something might happen to you.

Your hand went to the back of his neck, the light pressure of your fingers in his fur inviting him to kiss your forehead with his own, and although still reluctant because he hadn't yet looked all over your body, he gave in to temptation as his forehead met yours in a heartwarming "pop", his scowl forever stuck to his face.

At least… until his muzzle traveled to the hollow of your neck, where he deliberately blew warm air at you as his hand found its home at your ribs. His broad palm encased part of your ribcage and it was impossible to hold back a laugh that danced melodiously in his ears as his front teeth nibbled at the skin between your collarbone and your throat.

Caesar laughed, his hooting drawing air into his lungs as you squirmed in his grip, falsely trying to escape him, but his hand pressed gently against your ribs, forcing you to remain almost still despite the jolts your laughter caused against your chest.

His teeth brushed your skin on their journey to your ear, where you had the pleasure of hearing his deep but playful voice.

"I have to… check."

You shook your head, falsely annoyed by his antics, and he softly pressed the side of his face against yours before giving you a cheeky look that you didn't see often enough. You giggled, the air scraping against your lips as he pretended to bite your nose, but the fondness of his fingers digging into your shirt in the hope of seeing it fly away spoke of his true motives.

And those golden-green eyes… brimming with playfulness, you wanted to engrave them deep in your memory so you'd never forget them.

Yep, nights are just like this with him.

O = Open

He is on the slow team to reveal things! It'll take you a lot of times to create a strong bond based on trust and understanding for him to open up about his deep thoughts and emotions.

He'll need to observe your behavior a lot. How are you behaving with other apes? Are you helpful? What do you bring to the colony? Do you care about the other apes? In which way? So you need to be very demonstrative about your kindness and reliability.

I think he would be just as deeply moved if you took the first step and revealed something important to you. You gain trust by giving it away. He would appreciate this from you.

P = Patience

It really depends on the subject and how far people push it. With Koba? Caesar doesn't even know what patience means. With Maurice? Maurice can say anything, Caesar will allow it no matter what. Rocket? It is well balanced.

As far as you are concern, he is very patient with you except for this one little thing (section U, I'M LOOKING AT YOU) where he can get pretty mad if you keep pushing it. Otherwise, he'll take the time to listen to your rambling and complaining and if it's what you are seeking for, he'll give advice or even try to find a solution if you face a problem.

If you complain about something he did or a decision he made, he'll prefer to discuss it with you, trying to explain all the ins and outs. Dialogue is always his first choice coming to you (especially because he can't force his decision on you the way he would on other apes using his dominant stance. You're human, you don't have the same understanding of this behavior and so you're much less affected by his dominant/leader side - except in the privacy of your nest, where his leading side has a very positive effect, but there we digress). Most of the time, it does the trick. But even if you're stubborn on your position on the matter, he'll not get angry at you for not changing your mind, he'll accept it and respect it after hearing your thoughts.

He's just glad he can talk through misunderstanding or argument with you because even if none of you change your mind, discussing it untangles tension and you gain a better understanding of each other perspective.

Q = Quizzes

If you talked about something you like or dislike, he’ll have it engraved in his mind.

I believe he’ll not remember ALL the things you say, like if you talk about your day or just do small talk, he’ll listen (first because he finds it interesting, second because your voice is a sweet treat to his ears) but he’ll not dwell on it. BUT there are some key words he knows you’re using when something is important to you and if it’s important to you, it’s important to him and in these moments, his mind becomes a recorder. Even for the tiny trivial things (oh so you preferred eating vegetables first and then fish or meat, your favorite flower is the lily of the valley and back in humanity time, you loved your shower with hard soap and not liquid ones, YEP RANDOM STUFF LIKE THAT IF YOU SAID THE KEY WORDS). So he knows something is important not only with key words but also the way you hold yourself, there is this scent or aura coming out of you which tells him to click on the REC button of his mind.

R = Remember

His favorite memory is when you ride him for the first time to show him the power of pelvic rotation when rightfully used for physical pleasure but it wouldn't be very SFW to describe so I'm telling you something else instead.

Remember the story in H section? Yeah? Well...

Your fingers worked cautiously around the brambles that had twisted deep into Caesar's fur, the thorns scraping his skin sharply at the slightest movement he might initiate.

Focused on your task, you felt the skin on your cheeks flush with embarrassment as images of the incident looped through your mind. You didn't even dare to look at him, even though his golden-green eyes never took their eyes off you for a second, and if you could have ducked into a mouse hole, you'd have gladly done so.

Caesar remained motionless and patient with your hands as they carefully probed his fur, trying to delicately remove each thorn from the brambles that had intertwined with his body without his consent.

You'd been scared.

Of what? It didn't really matter anymore, because even though he'd gained a bramble blanket covering his arm up to his shoulder, he could still enjoy the delicacy of your skin wriggling in his fur, offering him a shower of tingles that ruffled his fur nicely.

You hid your face from him, refusing to let him observe the colouring of your cheeks that ran up to the tips of your ears, and Caesar found himself tilting his head slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of that expression you seemed to reserve only for him. But you were stubborn.

Your hands moved slowly up his arm, and every touch left him wanting more.

And he wondered… After that gift he'd given you a few weeks ago, he was wondering when you'd give it back. There had been plenty of opportunities. Caesar had worked hard to make them happen. But you never seemed ready. Yet he could feel it. Come to think of it, he already knew. And feeling your forehead curl against his may have been only ceremonial, but the idea was too pleasurable.

If he listened to the tasty twist in his stomach, he'd go for that forehead kiss on his own, but it had to come from you. He'd done his part and could only wait languidly for the honor of seeing you take action.

Maybe… maybe if you were willing to look at him, he could give you with one glance the permission you lacked to do so. Maybe that was it. Maybe you were afraid and waiting for his approval to approach him in such an intimate way. He was ready to give it to you, and seeing you fumbling around apologizing for something that wasn't so bad after all, barely daring to look up at him, pinched his heart and he had trouble understanding its meaning.

All he knew was that his hand traveled peacefully to your cheek, his knuckles barely grazing your skin but enough to cause you to raise your eyes to his. Look at me. Those were the words that trailed off with the caress he bestowed on you, lingering until your irises came searching for an answer to a question that had never been asked.

"It's… almost over." You say, your voice still pleading a forgiveness he'd already granted you before you even asked.

Your eyes left him again to follow the movement of your fingers up his shoulder again, but Caesar wasn't satisfied. This wasn't what he wanted and his cheeks puffed out in slight frustration, urging him once again to come and press, a little longer this time, his knuckles against your skin. This sensation that was now gnawing at his stomach was becoming burdensome and when you looked up at him again, confused, he couldn't help but close his eyes, letting his head fall forward even just a little, enough to hope to make you understand what he desperately wanted from you.

He couldn't be patient anymore, not this close to you, and the seconds passed like minutes before you understood. Before the two neurons connected in your brain, still reeling from having jostled him for being afraid of a spider. His forehead was desperately calling out to you, and a deep relief spread through Caesar's body when he felt your forehead press gently against his, with the lightness of a feather, not quite sure of the real implication of your gesture.

"Sorry… wait a little longer, I'll be quick." you whispered as you struggled with the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat, which suddenly seemed to want to leave your chest when your breath shared space with Caesar's.

You were still talking about those brambles, and just as your forehead wanted to leave his so you could get back to your task, Caesar yanked away the brambles that remained twisted in his fur with ease. His hand slid down your cheek, traveling to your hair and coming to rest flat against the back of your skull, holding you against his forehead. He would have liked to sink inside your skull with the simple aim of planting the depth of his feelings for you there, but he contented himself with escaping a breath through his mouth, making his cheeks puff out.

"I've waited… long… enough."

Yep, his favorite memory of your relationship 🙂‍↕️

S = Security

Caesar is VERY protective, which goes hand in hand with his role as leader, and he'll do anything for his people, even sacrifice his own life. And so, I have the feeling that he can quickly find himself stuck on an idea without seeing the other possible solutions when the life or survival of the colony is threatened. He can get pretty aggressive at times like that, and that's where you come in, because he'll tend to listen to you more easily, even if he grumbles when you force him to open up his views. There are only two beings who can reason with him: you and Maurice. And the two of you are a great pair to keep Caesar's head on straight when a serious risk threatens the colony and his protective side is triggered into + + + mode.

Maurice has a deep wisdom and serenity that radiates around him, and you have a deep benevolence and patience that surrounds you with a calm energy. Together, you provide the reassurance and calm that makes even the most urgent situations manageable.

Maurice will get through to him on his mental and intellectual levels, while you'll get through to him on his emotional ones, making you a winning duo to reassure him and help him avoid succumbing to a defensive, stubborn spiral.

That's for the general idea.

But if a threat concerns you directly, even you won't be able to reason with him. I think he's still traumatized by Cornelia's death (AU where Cornelia dies after Blue Eyes is born) and as a result, he's going to be over-protective of you. The most notable protective gesture is that he'll always stand in front of you, using his massive body as a bulwark to protect you. Back when bubble wrap still existed, he'd be your bubble wrap (I never thought I'd say such a thing 😂).

His protective side can also be seen in the little things he does on a daily basis: Caesar will hold your hand to help you up onto a rock, he'll hold your waist to help you down from a horse, but he'll also prepare you a bowl of rich, balanced food, and if you're a little late for dinner, he'll save a place for you by his side. And I wouldn't recommend sneezing in front of him, because you'll end up with an army of disease-knowing apes around you to make sure you haven't caught anything bad.

Not only will Caesar want to protect you physically, but also psychologically. He's already violently growled at Koba for verbally insulting and threatening you, and fortunately Maurice was there to prevent Caesar from giving in to his anger. He's going to be very attuned to your emotions and make sure he's there to absorb all your worries and pain. EXCEPT for the U section. Even then, when he dismisses your negative thoughts, it's just his protective side, because he also wants to protect you from your own thoughts, and so by not wanting to go into depth on the subject, he's preventing you (according to him) from allowing yourself to be attacked by your own thoughts.

In truth, this over-protective side of him, I can well imagine it going into the U section. At least, until he becomes more relaxed about the whole thing. It'll take time, but with a bit of work, he'll stop jumping at the slightest mosquito that wants to come and bite you.

Give him a little time, maybe get a little angry to show him you're not defenseless, and he'll eventually calm down and settle down to a reasonable amount of protection.

T = Try

Well, it depends on the timing of your relationship.

For example, before you're a mated pair but just as Caesar is finally sure of his choice to take you as his mate, he'll develop extra efforts to impress you. Because if he's sure he wants you, you've got to be sure you want him in return, and there's nothing like a little demonstration of his strength and ability to provide for all your needs.

And what could be better than to take you on his horse for a hunting trip…

The beating of your heart thumped against your ribcage with force, and a drop of sweat beaded along your temple. The ambient humidity of an evening after a thunderstorm crushed its clammy heat down your back, and if you hadn't had to maintain a deathly silence in stressful anticipation of Caesar spotting his prey, you'd already have tried to sigh deeply to try and lower the heavy temperature bubbling up inside your body.

The body heat of the King Ape wasn't helping to cool you down either, and you wondered how Caesar managed to endure this heavy, damp heat with his fur plastered all over his body.

You hardly dared to move because of the sweat sticking to your skin from your T-shirt, and you could even feel the rough tingling of Caesar's fur through it, which had itself stuck to your shirt with its own sweat. The urge to whisper in his ear that it would be better to go home than try to catch a deer on a stormy summer's evening crossed your mind, but Caesar had been more than convincing when he had come to ask you to join him on his hunt.

Unlike your heartbeat, his breathing was steady. You felt as if the fur on his belly was one with your skin from the unpleasant sweat that made you both want to go home, but Caesar was determined. You had to see. You had to see what he was capable of.

His horse snorted impatiently and Caesar had to hold him back in his reins until Rocket appeared above your heads, signing to Caesar:

"the horde is near." "Drive it towards us."

Caesar signed back, and his hand came down over yours to give it a gentle squeeze, silently asking you to hold on tight to him. Your arms wrapped a little tighter around his torso, pressing your chest further against his back, as your body objected to the stifling heat radiating from your two tangled bodies. And if the rest of your body didn't seem to be adoring this entrancing contact, your stomach seemed to be enjoying this all-too-rare proximity, as you felt it dance in shivering waves of pure delight.

And that was a lot to process. Your brain was boiling, but you weren't sure whether it was the temperature outside that was crushing you and Caesar, or the temperature inside your body reacting to the delicious touch of brute force emanating from the king of the apes.

You took advantage of the last second before the storm to rest your forehead against his shoulder blade, suddenly feeling the need for support before you fell under the heat. The sudden pressure on his shoulder drew Caesar's gaze, turning his head towards you as he puffed a silent question, the corner of his eyes showing a tinge of fondness. A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head up so that he could see the confirmation that you were ready with a nod of the head. And the corner of his lips stretched in a smug look.

Let's see if you were really ready to witness his strength in action.

After you're a mated pair, he'll be less of a show-off, but whenever he goes on an outing (hunting, inspecting human camps, etc.), he'll always make sure to bring something back for you: a piece of clothing, an object like a book or a hairbrush, or it could be your favorite fruit or flower. He'll always have something for you when he comes back, and every time he does, that smile, that goes all the way up to your eyes, you grant him, gives him an extreme sense of satisfaction, and that's where you find a little bit of his show-off side when he huffs and puffs his cheeks slightly because he's happy to have made you happy.

U = Ugly

I think he would not want to talk about any of your worries concerning your human condition. Like, being a human amongst a colony of apes can be tough sometimes when I think you can feel insecure at some point about it. Like, you're fragile, one thorn and your skin can bleed, one bad fall and you're in for weeks of recovery if you had injured yourself badly, you can get sick at any too cold weather and you can't walk bare foot without risking to cut or slip on rocks. Let's not talk about climbing trees or hunting big animals. So yeah, being insecure and not feeling as you truly belong there is something you sometimes feel. But Caesar is a stubborn ape. If he believes you belong, if he believes you're at your rightful place beside him, there is no way you can question it or be against him. So if you bring it to him someday he can and will dismiss it, or at least, he'll listen to you, tells you you're wrong in thinking that way and just go on with his life duties as you also should do because duh, why would you stick on such an absurd idea because he thinks you deserve to be here, you deserve to be his mate, he has chosen you as such and there is no point questioning it, DAMN YOU ARE PERFECTLY FINE WHERE YOU ARE, YOU SHOULD NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR POSITION BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER WAY POSSIBLE THAN YOU BEING HIS MATE. CONVERSATION IS OVER.

He's losing it if you push it too far and yeah, bad habit.

V = Vanity

It's not really about his looks, you know, apes don't have the same perception of looks as we do, so I think if he was covered in sweat and mud and his fur was all sticky, it wouldn't be, visually, disturbing to him. The aesthetic isn't important, in any case, I don't think he dwells on it. HOWEVER, the way he holds himself, THAT is important. He's the king of the apes and HE'S PROUD, and it should show, he'll pay attention to his postures and adapt them to the situation. I think he wants his physical AND mental strength to be seen! He'll flex his muscles, puff out his chest, he's a bit of a show-off. And then, if you're close to him OH BOY, he'll literally put on a show, he's already a big guy, but now he wants to impress you, he wants you to only look at him, he wants his simple stance to prove to you that he's the only one who can provide for you, and the moment he smells your arousal because FOR GOD’SAKE JUST SEEING HIM HELD HIMSELF IN SUCH A PROVOKING WAY SETTLE A HEAT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND HE WILL HAVE A SMUG SMILE GHOSTING OVER HIS LIPS because he got what he wanted.

W = Whole

I don't think he would feel incomplete. Okay, let me explain, of course if he's away for several days he'll miss you as hell! BUT it doesn't mean he feels incomplete. I truly believe you both are very much complete individual, there is no incomplete souls that suddenly meet each other to become one. You met each other as two fully grown individual who decided to mate for life. You're both individually seen as a whole and this is why you can share ideas, feelings, intimacy in a perfect understanding and respectful way because you're not dependent on the other to have your own opinion and your own personality and I feel this is the kind of relationship that are very sane to live through.

If you two are apart for an extended period of time, you are still very much capable of yourself, even though you'll miss each other presence. You'll miss the sharing smiles, physical touch, and conversation but you'll function normally and when you reunite, it'll feel all smooth, natural and delightful. (and going feral when you lay together in the nest but shhh)

X = Xtra

Something he absolutely adores is when you share your food with him. Especially if it's something you like to eat, you'll always save a piece of it for him, even if he has his own bowl of food or if you're both out, foraging for fruits, nuts or anything like that, the way you look at him, your hand held out towards him as you offer whatever you have to offer and THE SMILE, soft, almost shy on the edge and inviting. Does he already have blueberries in his bowl? He will give them to Blue Eyes to take the ones you are offering him.

He just loves eating your food.

And basically anything which belongs to you, if you decide on sharing it with him, he's a happy ape and you'll have him huffing blithely because it means you give him permission to be in your personal space on a daily basis and he feels INCLUDED and ACCEPTED and god you sharing your stuff with him leaves him in an enamored state he can't even explain. HE WILL PURR FROM HAPPINESS JUST FOR YOU OKAY.

(maybe it has to do with his childhood when the children wouldn't want to include him in their play times or share their games with him and he was stuck with watching them from afar when all he wanted was to play like a young ape with other young children, don't look at me I'm crying)

Y = Yuck

Not taking others into consideration. Like, I can't explain, this is just it, a huge no for Caesar, really. (it also has to do with his childhood, for real, Caesar was traumatized he just wanted to be INCLUDED and TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT FOR GOD'SAKE he was A BABY APE)

Z = Zzz

I’m sorry but… when he’s deep in sleep, he is gripping your ankle with one of his foot. Like, you literally cannot leave the nest because he holds you tight right there. If you try you’ll end up falling off the nest with your leg still on top of it and you’ll have to use your stomach muscles to get back on, because he'll NOT remove his foot to help you, you wanted to leave? Take responsibility. And no matter the position you’ll sleep in, when he’s fast asleep, he’ll just match the position to be able to grab at your ankle. No hands holding, just ankle/foot holding!

#planet of the apes #caesar x reader #caesar x human reader #planet of the apes x reader #caesar pota #sfw alphabet #caesar planet of the apes

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intoxicated-chan · 11 months ago

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I’m gonna be requesting 2 things coz I’m excited to see someone doing lotr stuff and your Elrond one was real good!

Could you please do one where the reader is Samwises sister and go on the quest with him. Legolas is infatuated with the reader and gets a bit flirty with her. She’s not bad with a dagger but one day they have a little alone time sword training session together where he pushes against her and touches her a bit more than needed and it ends with heated make out and some dirty talk????

𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

Summary ➳ As Sam and Frodo look for the missing knife, Legolas teaches you how to properly use a sword. Sharing techniques become sharing emotions.

(A/n) ➳ I had to do research for sword practicing… But it was all worth it!! Thanks for requesting!! P.S, I seriously do not know how to write people flirting/dirty talk.

Word Count ➳ 1.2k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, reader is Sam’s sister, reader is a Hobbit, sword practicing, heavy on the grinding, flirting, light sexual content, love confession…

The fire crackled, the pot filled with water boiled violently. Sam was supposed to make soup for the group but there was something missing, his knife. Frodo helped him search but the knife was still missing.

“Are you sure you didn’t misplace it?” Frodo asked him.

“No, I asked my sister-” Then it hit him. “(Y/n)!” He whipped his head around, searching for you.

But you were far from Sam and the rest. You didn’t need to worry about being attacked, you were with Legolas. He found you after a couple of minutes of being alone, watching you silently as you practiced with the knife. It wasn’t until he appeared from the shadows, a sword on his hip.

“You’ve got to be more cautious.” Legolas commented, he drew his sword in his hand. “These lands may be familiar to me, yet danger lurks around all corners. A knife will not help in certain predicaments. Your sword will be the better option.”

Your expression was a mixture of frustration and determination. You tossed the knife to the side and pulled out the sword given to you by Lady Galadriel. “Alright then, show me how a sword is better.”

It was nothing but silence for a couple of moments. You listened close and watched him for the slightest of movements. You felt the breeze and the sounds of the birds chirping, the ravine in the distance, and the sounds of animals passing by.

Legolas suddenly lunged forward, just barely were you able to parry his attack on time. He nodded in acknowledgement of your reaction time. “Well done, but don’t just keep in one place.”

He lunged again, and it continued for quite some time. With a few swings, you thought you caught him wide open, only for you to trip on a root and fall to the ground. You let out a grunt, rubbing the area of your body that made contact with the ground first.

“You must pay attention to your groundings. A misplaced step could and would cost you.” Legolas picked up your sword and helped you up. “You’re also too focused on me, I may have been open but my sword was coming down at you.” He took steps back, getting into position once again.

Sweat trickled down your brow, panting. “You speak of it as if it’s easy. It’s just impossible to do.”

“I can see many things…” Legolas grinned, looking at your footing. “Your balance will be off if you attack me.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, ignoring his comment you did what he predicted. Nearly toppling on your own feet, he easily swift past your sword, he pointed his sword directly at your neck.

“Hey!”

“(Y/n) Gamgee, fix your stance or you will get yourself killed.”

You grumbled, Legolas pulled back his sword. “I do not know how I should fix it.”

Legolas sheathed his sword and stood at your left side. “Your legs must be apart from each other.” You did as he said, looking at him for confirmation. “Wider. Then stand lower to the ground.”

Once in the stance that Legolas approved, he bent his knees to meet your height better. He stood behind you and he placed his hand over yours. “You swing around like it’s your last day.” Fixing your grip. “Don’t overextend your wrist. You will hurt yourself.” He spoke softly in your ear, feeling his warm breath made your face become hot.

“What now?” You mentally scolded yourself, telling yourself to pay attention to his words.

“Keep your grip open, keep your thumb on the cross guard. You will have more control, and move as swift as an arrow.”

You swallowed thickly, feeling his front against your back. You only now notice how close he is. “A-Are you certain this is correct?” You fumbled over your words.

“Yes, I took notice of how you move. You’re quick on your feet, this stance should be perfect for you.” You nodded shakily, and Legolas took notice. “You’re looking flustered, shall we take a break?”

You shake your head again. “No, no!” You replied. “I am fine!”

Before you could say anything else, you felt his other hand be placed on your hips. He lets go of his grip he has on your hand. “Apologies, I could not hear you. Perhaps, you could face me to say it.”

Bit by bit, you turned to face him, looking up to see him looking down at you. His calm and neutral smile was no longer on his lips, it was replaced with a smirk or sneer, but it wasn’t a smug look. You could see the tip of his ears become red, and how his breathing was raggedly.

One hand came to cup your face, the other combed through your hair, pulling back the strands over your face.

“L-Legolas?”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“Do you wish to continue?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed you by your hips and fell back on his bottom, pulling you to his lap. His lips were placed on yours, his lips were soft, he tasted fresh. His breath tickled and your fingers came to his hair. You felt dizzy, in a good way.

You breathed deeply, wishing to remain in this position for the rest of your life. It was drowning, intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. He kept you in place, even when you tried to grind against him.

“Slowly.” He pulled back. “Do not rush.” He whispered in your ear. He slowly released his grip but allowed you to grind against him. He lets out grunts, feeling his cock becoming harder.

He hummed when you began to pick up your pace. “Desperate? Now are we?”

“I can’t help it.” You whined.

His hands firmly grabbed your bottom to lay you down on the ground, he hovered over you, leaning down to kiss you once again.

“The more I am with you, the more captivating you are.” He said, out of breath. “I can’t help myself, even when you’re not around, you still linger.”

“Is it true?” You asked him, your hands clutching his shirt.

“You plague my mind, there isn’t a day where I do not think of you. Hobbits truly fascinate me… You truly fascinate me. From the moment my eyes came across you I knew my heart called for you. During the darkest hours, you brightened the world. It’s to the point where I struggle to even form words that can describe your beauty, your love for those around you, and anything and everything else. I wish to know if you reciprocate.”

A mixture of emotions passed through you. Your vision blurred with tears and a wide smile formed. “Yes, yes, yes, I do. You pierced my heart, you’ve captured it. You have me in your hands, and I wish to offer the rest of myself to you.”

Legolas pressed his forehead against yours. “Then I give you mine.”

You opened your mouth to say something but in the distance, you could hear your brother shouting your full name.

“(Y/n) Gamgee!” Sam shouted, Frodo following behind him. “Where are you?!”

“You shouldn’t be too loud, Sam.” Frodo told him.

The two of you quickly fixed yourselves, making sure what happened between you wasn’t obvious. But you held the knife close to your chest, not out of worry, but happiness.

You couldn’t stop smiling.

#x reader #x female reader #fluff #legolas x you #legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas #lotr legolas #lotr x y/n #lotr x you #lotr #lotr x reader #lotr samwise #lotr frodo #lord of the rings x y/n #lord of the rings x you #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings #divider by cafekitsune

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i-yap · 6 months ago

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Hi! You mentioned in a prev oneshot that you were Indian, as a fellow south asian it is so nice to have someone into the fandom as well !!! May I have a request if batboys with an south asian so who does Indian classical dance like bharatnatyam or odissi please?

Heyyy I have never professionally learned classical Indian dances but I love watching them so ill try my best. Im sorry if its offensive, Im doing fem reader cuz gn wasn't requested..hope that okay too

Batboys x Dancer!Y/N

Dick grayson

He loved the story the dances depicted. He learned all the meanings and history behind all the hand movements and music.

Dick had probably been to India for a mission so he does know a little about indian history but now he has a much stronger motivation to learn everything and anything about that culture .

Also we all know dick has a thing for strong powerful women. And Bharatnatyam or Odssi or any indian classical dance for that matter REQUIRES SO MUCH STRENGTH . The facial expressions, the precise movement and the beauty of it all..he is whipped.

'He also loves when you get in touch with your culture. Dick is like a culture connoisseur and having a beautiful south asian girlfriend who is proud and expressive of her heritage makes him so proud.

He for sure has videos on videos which he show or boast about to anyone- even at galas , his favorite thing to talk about you and he is just so proud.

Jason Todd

I dont think todd will take the time to look into the difference meanings or stories these dances depict.

I have mentioned how much he stares and now he has a new found excuse to stress. Its like those movie montages of the wife through the husbands eyes where there is like a light glow behind her and he is just laughing (and then she dies or something)- idk if you know what I'm talking about but that exact thing happens with him.

you are like his salvation , so beautiful, golden poised and graceful. Its like a beggar seeing a goddess , a murderer on the steps of church or a ray of sunshine in the cold cold dark city - it becomes his way to spirituality.

He doesn't talk that much about it. the whole experience feels too surreal for him and he loves to see that side of you. when your practicing and don't have the routine perfected, he loves seeing the side of you no one else would get to see.

Tim drake-

This boy probably went to the ballet as a kid and I mean western rich parents-gotham city- I don't think he knows anything about indian classical dance so when he sees it for the first time he is shocked

He Is so intrigued , It just makes you so much cooler. He will love dropping in the middle of his patrols to watch you train and bring you snacks

He also loves doing your makeup for you , and the whole outfit....it looks super complicated and he is good with assembling stuff so he'll be really into it.

He would tbh encourage you to use your skill to start and internet channel and use that to promote movements. Also if you are into the idea of teaching immigrant kids on how to dance, he'll help find the means because being connected to your roots are just so important.

Rather than boring ass ballet in galas , he will promote other styles of dance especially indian classical.

Will cheer like a madman after your performances , even if they are at rich gotham galas. "WOHOO THATS MY GIRL THATS REAL ART YOU SEE THAT YOU RICH PRICKS"

Yea just because you have this super serious super cool skill doesn't mean you both wont be sitting in a dinner eating greasy food in the whole costume+makeup after performances. Youre still teenage dirtbags after all

Damian wayne-

he will draw you . loves sitting and sketching you dance .

He too is really into strong women and appreciates the beauty and precise art of indian dance.

Itll remind him of his home, like up in the mountains. Maybe dance is taught as a way of developing balance and precision. So to him you look like a strong fighter.

It just brings nostalgia and you look so ethereal while you dance. I think out of all batboys he would be most appreciative of the art

these are comparatively shorter but i didnt have too many thoughts. hope its okay tho

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mamayan · 1 year ago

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So, I was looking the tag "Across the Spiderverse" on the tumblr when I see a request for "Miguel’s reaction would be if you asked him if he’s ever masturbated before?". It got me wondering, how would Tomura, Dabi (and whoever else you want to write) react to this kind of question? - Anon 🌲[English isn't my first language, sorry if I wrote it wrong]

That is a very good question Anon 🌲!

Tag List: @sharpcheddarcheese (for Spinner♥️)

Tomura, Dabi, and Spinner’s reaction to being asked if they’ve ever masturbated before!

Warning: Low risk, slight nsfw

Tomura Shigaraki: “Do you masturbate?”

Best to ask this question in private, if you ask in front of a crowd or the League, he could become volatile.

Whether he has Father covering his face or not, he’ll turn red from the roots of his hair down to his toes.

Of course he’s masturbated, excessively even, nightly, and daily, and sometimes in the middle of gaming if he can do it single handedly.

He’s a pervert, but to ask him so directly to say that he is?

He will ask you right back to your face, “Do you?” because he wants to throw you off your game too.

If you become just as fluttered or more as him, he’ll feel better and possibly make fun of you to take the spot light off himself.

If you confidently claim that card, he’ll scoff and claim false bravado as well and own it too.

If you vehemently deny it, he could possibly react violently. Depends on who you are to him.

As his lover? He’ll lose it. You’ll be dragged into his lap and forced into his version of “teaching” you how to touch yourself. Expect to be teased and edged endlessly. He’s downright filthy about it.

Dabi: “Do you masturbate?”

Dabi’s answer depends less more on how you ask him.

Are you genuinely curious? He’ll look at you like you’re an idiot. “Of course I do.” He owns it shamelessly and without hesitation.

Are you’re trying to flirt? He may lie and pretend he’s never done it before, and even ask you to “show me how’s it done?” A great way to get in his pants. 10/10

Are you being condescending and acting like you’re above him? He’s not a patient man and will absolutely drag you to his level very quickly. If you’re not someone he’s into, he’s violent. If you are someone he’s into, well, he doesn’t have a framed certificate of Professional Brat Tamer on his wall for nothing. Prepare to be humbled.

Are you asking out of jealousy or anger? Hoho, it can go one of two ways.

a). He’s into it and will one hundred percent show you why you should appreciate the respite he gives by getting himself off instead of using you. He’ll stop masturbating for a whole month just to prove a point.

b). If he takes it disrespectfully, please refer back to his Brat Tamer certification.

Are you asking with a pout/sadness? He’ll show you so quickly how much better you are than his hand right then and there. Also, refer back to point a).

And finally, the worst scenario, are you asking in disgust? Oh, please, give him a reason. He will take it. He is more than happy to show you what happens to those with a holier than thou attitude. You wanna sniff your nose up in disgust? He’ll give you something to feel disgusted about. Every inch of his disgusting self, he’s more than happy to provide. You’ll be humbled faster and more violently than if you were just acting like a brat. This is a step too far over his mental line of cute bratty and disrespectful little shit. Dabi has a thing for making whiny messes out of those who want to stick their nose up at him. He’s happy to comply and wreck you.

Spinner: “Do you masturbate”

Be nice, he’s just a sweet lizard with a penchant for violent destruction and sharp objects.

Embarrassed no matter how you ask it, once again, be nice.

He 100% does masturbate, albeit far less frequently than most think! He’s busy thinking about his ideals and goals with the League, so give him a break.

He’s going to ask and stutter why you want to know?!

If you outright say you’re attracted to him and are flirting, he’ll make an escape attempt. Check the sewers later.

If you tell him you’re just curious and he can tell you really are, he’ll mumble and curse at you for being nosy and weird. He’s still stuttering and fumbling around. His actions will answer for him.

If you tell him it’s cuz you’re trying to not feel weird about it yourself, like out right admitting to being shamed for it, he’ll become angry on your behalf! “Who told you that it’s not normal?!” Once again, outs himself immediately. Depending on how distressed you are, he may say “Yeah, doesn’t everyone?” Awkwardly of course.

Bonus points if you get him to awkwardly deny it, and then tell him you wanna show him how to do it. He won’t even know how to breathe, let alone deny you if you’re bold enough. Have fun♥️

#bnha #request filled #shigaraki tomura #dabi #spinner #shuichi iguchi #spinner would be so cute about it #Dabi is an asshole and would take advantage anyway he could #Tomura is either on you or trying to be

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12pt-times-new-roman · 10 months ago

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They pull the bodies into the portable hole, and plan to lie to the approaching Vanguard members that FCG is a piece of malfunctioning farm equipment that caused the fireball and subsequent stampede. But among them is Evon Hytroga, the museum curator whose collection Hexum hired them to "rob." Imogen successfully convinces him that the Bells Hells also joined the Vanguard -- "what, are you surprised you had such good taste?"

Hydroga is desperately homesick, and Imogen takes advantage of that to convince him to allow the Bells Hells to join the caravan. She also manages to convince Hydroga's party -- against a 25 DC-- that the Willmaster was last seen running away from the stampede.

Meanwhile, they open up the portable hole where they'd put all the unconscious bodies, and Ashton immediately gets dominated by the reiloran and takes a round of attacks against Imogen. But since everyone in the hole is still very injured, they knock them out and bind them pretty easily.

They decide to use Ludinus' syphon on the Willmaster. Orym wears it, and they put the Willmaster's hand against it for a minute -- not enough to destroy her, but enough to take away her powers for 24 hours so they can question her.

As soon as the Willmaster touches the syphon, the runes light up, and Orym feels an icy-hot sensation. He can't move, the syphon is locking him and the Willmaster in place -- he is bound to the process as energy seeps from the Willmaster's form into the funnel and then into Orym. After a minute, they have to pull the Willmaster away from the syphon, and Orym gains the ability to cast dominate person once. (It's implied that if they had let the hour-long process complete, Orym would've gained the spell permanently as a once-per-long-rest feature.)

The interrogation begins: (Orym holds dominate person for the first few questions)

[What do you aim to do with the One Who Sleeps?] "To wake it." [What do you intend Predathos to do?] "Predathos is the heart of our people. Predathos is what has made us into what we are. We are its children, and it wants to be awake. It wants to feast, and when the gods are gone, the world the Blue Promise, will be ours." [What do you intend for those who live there now?] "Well, there are not many of us, and there are many of them. Some would like to live in harmony. Others know the nature of violence that they carry. We are not all that different. So perhaps we carve a place that is ours, and then we talk." [Why are you waiting for Predathos?] "So much of the strength of your world lies in its divinity, and the power granted by the deities. If they are gone, the playground becomes more even." [What are you waiting for, what do you need?] (Orym's dominate person fades here.) "Wait and see." [Do you know what Imogen is?] "You are one of the exaltants, yes. You walk the path as intended. You will know, in time. You want to know. But I am done talking. My lips are dry, and I hate your words in my mouth."

They pull the new exaltant out of the hole, and close it with the Willmaster still in there. He's young, no older than sixteen, and very scared -- he has a Dynasty-adjacent accent.

He started having dreams, like part of him was being called to Marquet; he thought he was following his destiny, when he was brought to the bridge and taken over it as part of the caravan. He was to be brought to the Weave-mind for "exaltation," so they could teach him how to control his powers. He -- Petrov Godo -- was travelling under the Willmaster's protection, but Imogen convinces him that the Bells Hells are members of the Vanguard rooting out the Willmaster's corruption; they tell Petrov he'll be under their protection as they travel with the caravan, as long as he sticks to the story that the Willmaster ran away in the stampede.

Chetney, still in the hole with the other two prisoners, uses grim psychometry on Ludinus' harness: "You can see Ludinus wearing it, you're no longer in the hole but in a tower, a chamber, this massive, beautiful chamber. The harness is on you, you see chains pulled down from the ceiling, and the faintly glowing, beautiful, struggling fey creature with beautiful butterfly wings and long hair, like some kind of air nymph that is bound and held there. It tries to scream, but no sound emerges, its eyes fearful. You see yourself pour through a book, servants running around, conversation. You feel a sense of hunger. You approach and turn around, step back, and feel the runes light up, warm. The torso vibrates with energy, and you can feel the screams of the creature as its life-force is plucked from it. Like a charlie-horsed muscle, you can feel a lump at the base of the neck where the harness meets skin, and it thrums with power."

Petrov goes back in the hole and they bring out the half-orc, Verdo. They plan to use the same ruse on him: that the Willmaster was traitorous, and the Bells Hells were sent by Liliana to root her and her corruption out. He believes this, and goes along with them, but Imogen notices that he is not Ruidusborn; it seems that while Ruidusborn and exaltants are loyal to Predathos specifically, non-Ruidusborn members of the Vanguard are loyal to Ludinus.

They send Verdo and Petrov back to the caravan with the knowledge that the Willmaster disappeared in the stampede. Fearne and FCG accompany them, while the rest of the group stays behind to deal with the Willmaster. As they arrive at the caravan, they find Otohan there, though she hasn't seen them yet.

Nevermind, she sees them immediately, and it just so happens that the Bells Hells have sent the two most recognizable people to the caravan.

FCG takes the only route that gets them out of a death sentence: "We've been sent here by the one you want, Imogen, to arrange a meeting." It fails.

Otohan has a +6 initiative and 3 legendary resistances. She decides that she can't harm Fearne or Imogen by virtue of them being Ruidusborn, but FCG they can do without.

Fearne convinces Otohan that Imogen is gone from them, in Krevaris already.

FCG tries to banish Otohan at 6th level. She fails, but uses a legendary resistance. However, at 6th level, FCG can target 2 other creatures: themself and Fearne. They are drifting in a grayish space, together -- and they start transforming into clouds. Banishment lasts for a minute, and turning into clouds takes a minute. FCG got a telepathic message out, and the rest of the party starts turning into clouds in response -- but before that happens, Laudna uses hunger of the shadow on the Willmaster. She was at one hit point, so it kills her instantly -- Laudna hears the creaking of branches, the shadowed memory of a dead tree crawls past her shoulders as she feels the welcoming cold of Delilah fill her spirit. So much stronger than Laudna's pity is her hunger, and the Willmaster's reddish flesh turns to ash gray, the eyes go snow-blind. Before she fades, Laudna says, "your power should've been mine, not the halfling's." Delilah responds: "Very good. Very, very good, my dear. Now, on to the next."

""the halfling"" I swear to god--

They turn into clouds. Just as the banishment ends, FCG and Fearne transform, and there's already a search party scattered -- they both take a bit of damage, but they fly away, FCG barely standing -- and their 300ft speed outpaces Otohan, even though she tries to catch them with a massive leap that brought her 90 feet in the air. They're safe, reconvening with everyone else as mist -- for now.

It's not that Otohan can track Imogen, it's that something she did -- likely reaching out to Predathos -- sent up a ping to the Ruidusborn network.

They decide to head toward the city, but to make contact with the Volition outside of it rather than actually entering it like Otohan expects them to.

And now we're traveling, rolling for travel encounters while the cleric is out of spell slots. It's only a storm, though, and they take shelter. In a canyon/crevice, they find a river that barely crests the surface as it spirals underground. They follow the cave it carves into a chamber almost 300 feet down, where water is pooling; and beneath it, a submerged cave. (well, somebody read Underland.)

Fearne prepared water breathing! Excellent. So they all de-cloud, cast water breathing, and proceed to cave-dive.

As they enter the cave, its smells are familiar to Chetney -- less like Ruidus and more like Exandria. As they emerge in an open-air cavern beyond the subterranean caves, they see buildings, carved, man-made -- above them, what appears to be a temple, crumbled, embedded in the rock. It's of elven make, but very, very old -- pre-Calamity, at least.

They climb, and they can see greenery. Unique sections of enchanted gardens, giving off gentle glows from magical orbs. There's no sunlight here, there's not a lot of air, but something about the enchantments have provided everything necessary for growth.

There's no evidence of animal movement here, but there are bones: fossilized, embedded in the stone, not traumatic but as if they were transported along with the city, locked in a moment of time. The architecture here is prototypical of contemporary elvish buildings.

Chetney uses grim psychometry on the bones, but it fails -- "it's like grasping for a fleeting memory that's just beyond reach. You see images, flashes of a blue sky that goes red. Fear, acceptance, but nothing beyond feelings and emotions. The rest just slips away, too old or too alien for you to grasp."

They continue to explore deeper, going along the cave, and come upon a garden with berries remaining on the bush. To the right, there is a delicate, faintly-painted, well-crafted doll. Elven features, gentle eyes, long ears, golden hair, a disheveled blouse -- a child's toy. Laudna picks it up and takes it with her. (something something about Laudna assigning the role of a child to other people because she refuses to assign it to herself, yada yada)

An investigation check reveals that there is either some volcanic activity here, causing the creation of glass, or the sheer amount of heat generated by Ruidus' formation caused parts of this structure to fuse when it was sheared from Exandria.

(also, all the berries are goodberries! they collect them all to restore some hitpoints.)

There is no rainfall on Ruidus as far as they've seen, so this water must be coming from somewhere, and Orym thinks that the spring of this river -- just upstream from them -- is the portal to Exandria that produces the spring.

Fearne transforms into a salmon to swim upstream, and eventually gets there: 80 feet up-stream, she breaks into still water, with light above -- and breaching the surface, she sees cloudy gray day, in a space she doesn't recognize, in a forest with snow falling in the distance -- Exandria.

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role liveblog

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grimoirey · 1 month ago

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⛰️ The Earth Journey ⛰️

Visualization:

Journey to the Realm of Earth

Here’s a deep, grounding journey to the realm of Earth, where you’ll connect with the stability, resilience, and wisdom of the Earth spirit. This visualization will focus on rooting you in strength and stability while revealing the nurturing power of nature.

🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏

Centering and Grounding

Begin by settling into a comfortable position. Take several deep, calming breaths, feeling your body become heavy and relaxed with each exhale. Imagine roots growing from the base of your spine and the soles of your feet, sinking deep into the ground. These roots reach down into the earth, connecting you to its grounding energy. Feel yourself grow stable and centered, supported by the earth beneath you.

Opening the Gateway of Earth

With each breath, your connection to the ground deepens, and you feel yourself being gently pulled downward. A warm, earthy scent fills the air, a mixture of soil, moss, and ancient stones. Before you, a pathway appears—a tunnel descending into the heart of the earth. The entrance is framed with twisting roots and stones, glowing faintly with an inviting energy. You step onto the path, feeling the soft, rich soil beneath your feet, and begin your descent.

Entering the Heart of the Earth Realm

As you move deeper, the air grows warmer, filled with the scent of damp earth and minerals. You emerge into a vast, glowing cavern filled with ancient trees whose roots reach endlessly down, and stones that seem to pulse with a quiet, timeless energy. The walls are lined with crystal formations, glinting in greens, browns, and golden hues. This is the realm of Earth—quiet, powerful, and alive.

Discovering the Spirit of Earth

Following a gentle pull of energy, you find yourself in a small grove nestled within the cavern. In the center stands a large, ancient tree, its bark worn and textured, its roots spread wide, anchoring it deeply. From the tree, a figure begins to emerge, made of earth, stone, and roots. This is the Earth Spirit, the ancient guardian of stability, resilience, and growth. Its form is both sturdy and graceful, radiating a quiet strength and deep wisdom.

The Wisdom of Earth

The Earth Spirit speaks in a voice that resonates through you, slow and steady like a heartbeat. “I am the foundation, the keeper of growth and stability. To walk with the earth is to honor your roots, to know that you are supported. Feel the ground beneath you, for it is ever-present, grounding you no matter how high you rise or how far you roam.”

Its voice deepens, reverberating through the cavern. “The earth teaches patience, for growth is a slow, nurturing process. Like seeds in the soil, your potential is vast, but it needs time and care. Do not rush; allow yourself to grow as nature intended, embracing each stage with respect and trust.”

The spirit’s gaze is unwavering, steady and wise. “Remember, strength is not hardness. The earth supports all life by yielding, by embracing, by nurturing. So too should you be firm in your purpose but soft in your heart. Be like the soil, rich and open, able to nourish all that you touch.”

You absorb these words, feeling the wisdom of patience, resilience, and steady growth settle within you, as if roots are gently weaving their way into your soul.

Receiving a Gift of Earth

The Earth Spirit extends a hand, presenting you with a small stone carved with ancient symbols. It is cool and solid in your hand, carrying a grounding energy that fills you with strength and stability. “Take this stone,” the spirit says, “to remind you of your own resilience and rootedness. Let it ground you, to weather any storm, to grow through all seasons.”

Returning to the Physical World

The spirit bows in quiet acknowledgment, and as you thank it, you feel yourself gently pulled back along the path. Slowly, you rise back through the tunnels, feeling each step connecting you with renewed strength, as if roots were holding you securely. The scent of earth fades, and the world above begins to reappear.

Grounding and Reflecting

Open your eyes slowly, holding the sensation of grounding within you. Feel your body connected to the earth, strong and centered. Wiggle your fingers and toes, anchoring yourself in the present moment.

🌏🌎🌍🌏🌎🌍

Carry the stone’s energy forward, a reminder of your resilience, patience, and the steady strength of your own roots. With the spirit of earth as your guide, know that you are deeply supported, able to grow and transform with trust and stability.

Other Elemental Journeys:

💫 Spirit Journey

🌬️ Air Journey

🔥 Fire Journey

🌊 Water Journey

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teaberrii · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two: All it Takes is a Kiss

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

You return to your apartment, and Alhaitham becomes cautious about his actions. You gently set him on the couch; he sits and looks around. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but from your decor and belongings, you like to live a simple life. Minimalistic. Not a lot of colour. Cozy. Homey. It seems like you live on your own.

He’s still taking in his surroundings when he sees you walking toward your bedroom. But what makes him immediately turn away is when you start taking off your clothes for a shower… he thinks.

You leave your room with your pyjamas draped on your arm, wearing nothing but lingerie. You see the cat with its butt facing you on the couch, and you raise a brow in amusement. Alhaitham slowly turns, but as soon as he sees you again, he turns away.

What a strange cat.

But then again, you aren’t sure if this behaviour really is strange. You never had a pet, let alone a cat, before.

When you come out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel, you see that the cat hasn't moved from the spot. Instead, he's grooming himself with his uninjured paw.

Alhaitham almost jumps out of his skin when he feels you grab his butt. Then, he immediately sits up, turns around, and sees you sitting on the floor before him with a smile.

“Are you hungry?”

He blinks once… twice… he’s never seen someone’s eyes sparkle. Or is it just the trick of the light? Whatever it is, you have very pretty eyes.

Alhaitham meows. He shakes his head, and you raise a brow. “You… aren’t hungry?” He lifts his injured leg and looks at it. That’s when you take his paw, and he immediately looks at you. “Does it hurt?”

Alhaitham blames the fresh scent of your shampoo. It compels him to step toward you and nuzzle against your cheek. He isn’t sure why he’s suddenly being affectionate, as he typically doesn’t like people touching him. This is his way of thanking you, he concludes. Nothing more.

You're slightly surprised by the sudden display of affection, but you welcome it. You've been thinking of a pet for years. You stroke the dark gray cat. Is this a sign? They say it's the animal who chooses you.

When your stomach growls loudly, Alhaitham steps away from you, his tail swishing upwards. That’s right. You haven’t eaten dinner yet. You stand and walk toward your kitchen. Alhaitham cautiously jumps from your couch and follows you. That’s when he sees the empty fridge and hears a soft sigh.

Do you not like to cook? Or… can you cook? Maybe he should teach you… you know, as another way of showing his appreciation.

As soon as you close the fridge, a buzzer goes off. He watches you answer the system and sees a young blonde girl with light brown eyes on the screen.

“Hey, sis!” she exclaims. She holds up a bag. “Did you eat yet? I picked up food! Thought we could eat together!"

When the front door opens, the blonde girl immediately gasps upon seeing Alhaitham. She puts the takeout on the table and leans down.

“How come you never told us you got a cat?” She extends her hand, but Alhaitham remains rooted in his spot. “What happened to its leg?”

“Oh, well, it’s not mine.”

After talking about your fated meeting, the blonde laughs. “If only you had such luck with guys!”

“Don’t start, Lumine,” you say, putting the food on the kitchen counter.

Lumine puts her messenger bag on the bench beside the front door and pulls out a pamphlet. "Well, there's another reason why I'm here…." She puts it on the table just as you walk over with two plates of food.

You don't even have to look at the pamphlet to know what it is. The bright pink colours and large heart logo speak for themselves.

“I’m not going,” you say dryly, sitting on the couch.

"Figures. But you don't have to come home with someone!”

“Isn't that the point of matchmaking parties? If I don't plan on getting to know someone, why go? Just to please mom?"

Lumine sits on the adjacent couch and picks up a plate. “She just wants to see you happy.”

“I am happy!" You swallow your food before you say, "I have a job I love. I'm going to move into a bigger place. My latest project has one of the highest ratings on the Sumeru Entertainment Channel... in history!"

"You know how mom is… she doesn't want you to be doing things on your own all the time. It would be nice having someone look after you, right?"

You pick up the pamphlet where the phrase 'Destiny awaits…' is written in cursive. You almost scoff. This isn't the first time your mother has presented you with one of these 'scams.' You're her only biological daughter, and she has always wondered when you would get married. You find it ridiculous that she's not putting the same pressure on Lumine and Aether, the twins she adopted when they were young.

Maybe it's because they want to get married and have kids someday. You, on the other hand, want to live in the moment. You don't want to think about kids and marriage because you like how your life is going. Besides, it's not like you have a man in your life. You haven't ever since your first and only relationship in university… and you really don't want to talk about the hellhole of that experience.

Maybe that’s why your relatives and some close friends have dubbed you the 'professional bachelorette,' as you’ve been single for almost six years.

“Everyone’s different, Lumine. I’m more than satisfied with where I’m at right now. Man or no man. No one is going to tell me to live otherwise.”

"But is it really that bad if you go? Mom will be happy just to hear that you went, at least! Again, you don't have to come home with someone." Your younger sister nods toward the pamphlet. "Just so you know, the men in this one are much more… refined than the other ones you've been to."

You open it out of curiosity. You aren’t sure if you will use refined to describe these men. Entrepreneurs. Managers. Directors. Leads. Their professional titles are in bigger fonts than their actual names.

Lumine picks up Alhaitham and puts him on her lap. She hugs him tightly and kisses the top of his head. “Who’s a 'lil cutie?” she coos. “Did you name him yet?”

“Not yet.”

Lumine makes Alhaitham face her and squeezes his cheeks. You toss the pamphlet on the table.

“Still not interested?”

“I guess their theme this year is to marry rich,” you say. You take another bite of your food. “Put him down and eat. Your food is getting cold.”

Lumine puts Alhaitham beside her. “Well, truth be told… who doesn’t?”

That's true. You'd never bought the idea that people shouldn't care about backgrounds when choosing a partner. People need standards, but the person's character is still the most important.

As you and Lumine start talking about other things, Alhaitham thinks he shouldn’t overstay his welcome. The rain has let up, so it should be okay now. Alhaitham slowly jumps off the couch but meows softly when you suddenly pick him up.

"He sure likes to jump around even though he's injured," Lumine says as you put him on your lap. When he feels your chest press against his back, he immediately jumps away… only to land on his bad paw.

Alhaitham doesn’t lie on the floor for long. You pick him up and ask jokingly, “Did I scare you”

“Maybe he's someone else's cat.” Alhaitham meows at Lumine and shakes his head. She immediately looks at you. “It looks like he just understood me or something.”

So, it’s not just you who gets that feeling.

You gently pat Alhaitham’s head. “Stay the night, at least, you naughty kitten.”

Stay… the night?

Lumine sighs dramatically. “If only you could say that to a guy... mom would be over the moon."

Alhaitham looks to the side. He’ll think of something. He has to.

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You're getting ready for bed later that evening as Alhaitham sits on your bed. He's wrapped up in a fuzzy towel because you just bathed him. It's an experience he'll never forget. He kept looking away as you wore shorts much shorter than normal. Your shirt was also soaked. In the end, Alhaitham closed his eyes and just let you wash him as he continuously heard how you think he was the "weirdest cat ever."

By now, he has a good idea of big your place is. He's also narrowed his escape route to the front door and the long, narrow window in the washroom. Escaping using the front door seems like a lost cause. What is he going to do after he gets out? If he's lucky, maybe jump high enough to call an elevator all the way to the first floor. But he needs a keycard for that. It literally sounds like mission impossible. But, if he can get out through the washroom window, he's a free man… or cat, in this case.

Alhaitham feels the mattress shift, and he sees you beside him. You scratch him behind the ears. “...You aren’t going to run away from me in the middle of the night, are you?”

Alhaitham's dreading the mission. Yet, he bumps his head against your cheek. Why did you sound… sad? Maybe he’s overthinking it.

“Well, ready for bed?”

Ready… as he’ll ever be.

Alhaitham slowly slips out under the covers in the middle of the night. You'd let him sleep next to you on the bed, and his heart was beating unexpectedly fast as you stared at him. Then, you scratched his tummy and slowly fell asleep… while Alhaitham stayed as stiff as a board.

As quietly as he can, he sneaks past you. But when you shift on the mattress, he immediately stops and turns toward you, ready to abandon the mission until he sees you’re still sound asleep. His heart is about to jump out of his chest as he resumes his journey across your bed.

He's about to step over your legs until you suddenly turn, your feet knocking into his back legs. You awake with a start upon the sudden contact. When you sit up, you see your furry friend frozen in place as if getting caught doing something he shouldn't.

You turn on the light, and Alhaitham meows softly when you pick him up and lie back down with his front paws beneath your chest.

“Where are you sneaking off to, hm?” You lean forward and kiss his nose.

And that’s when it happened.

A puff of smoke.

A sudden, unexpected weight on top of you.

And then you're staring into the eyes of a handsome stranger with his hands on either side of your head. Your eyes widen; he does the same. It's as if his surprised stare freezes you in place as the words are lost on your tongue.

“...Please don’t scream.”

His low, quiet voice snaps you out of it. You're not dreaming. This is real. The dark gray cat that had captured your heart is now a tall, naked stranger on top of you. You immediately push him away and jump off your bed. Then, you grab a slipper and hold it as if ready to play whack-a-mole.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I”—Alhaitham pulls your bedsheets over his lower half—“I can explain.”

How in the world can he be so fucking calm? You’re obviously still reeling that a cat has just changed into a human as you slowly leave your room without taking your eyes off of this stranger in your bed.

"I won't move if you don't want me to," he says as calmly as before.

Like hell, he won't. You bump into your coffee table, and you wince as you turn around. But as soon as you notice him move, you immediately turn back.

“What are you doing?” you snap.

“You looked like you were in pain.”

You’re holding the slipper with both hands now. “Don’t. Move.”

"Can I sit up, at least? It's a little difficult to show you that I mean no harm if I continue lying on your bed like this." Without taking your eyes off him, you grope the coffee table for your phone. Once you find it, you're about to call the police when he says, "Could you give me a little time to explain before calling the police? I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

“W-who are you?”

Alhaitham slowly sits up, ensuring that he doesn't accidentally flash you. But, damn. The guy works out, and you would be lying if you weren't… impressed with his physique. But wait! That's not what's important here. He raises his hands as if surrendering, and you see a large bruise on his left wrist.

“My name is Alhaitham. It’s… nice to meet you.”

“You… you were a fucking cat.”

“Yes, I was.”

…That’s it? That’s all he’s going to say?

“Anything else you’d like to add, pervert?”

“Pervert? I am anything but. I’d watch what you call other people before you get to know them.”

You scoff. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how we got ourselves into this… utterly bizarre situation here.”

“You invited me to your bed.”

Your jaw almost drops how casually he says it. “That’s because I thought you were a cat! You know… a REAL cat!”

“I am a real cat,” he deadpans. “You took me to the vet, got me tested, and took me home. If I wasn’t real, what was I?”

“A cat in fucking disguise.”

“It’s a curse.”

“...A what?”

“It started when I was eighteen. I don't know why and how it happens. It just does, and I have no way of stopping it.”

You narrow your eyes. “And you didn’t think of telling me?”

“Miss, how am I supposed to tell you? By meowing it to you? I never knew you understood.”

“...You said you have no way of stopping it. But you must know how the hell you turn back! Yet, you—”

“That has never happened before. I always turn back early in the morning,” Alhaitham says sternly. “You cannot imagine the lengths I went to stop and also change my transformation.”

You raise a brow. "I'd think it would be pretty obvious. Have you not read any fairytales? A kiss breaks a curse."

"I'm sorry, I do not believe in such childish cures without scientific explanations."

The sarcasm makes you roll your eyes. “Well, now you know!” Then, quietly, “Why did it have to be me?”

“That’s a good question.”

You’ve only looked away for a moment, but as soon as you turn back, he’s standing beside your bed with the bedsheets still securely around his bottom half.

“Get back.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

"That's what they all say!" So Alhaitham gets back on your bed, and you say, "Raise your hands where I can see them."

He raises his hands, though his expression looks mildly unimpressed. "If I wanted to do something to you, I would've done so by now. Don't you think?"

That’s… true. But still!

“And”—the corners of his lips curve into a small smirk—“I’m naked. What are you expecting me to pull out? Unless you’d like to check—”

Your cheeks instantly grow warm. “Don’t change the subject!”

“I am just saying how ridiculous this situation is,” he deadpans.

“You’re telling me.”

"Well, Miss Bachelorette, how long are you going to hold me hostage on your bed? Surely, we can't continue this standoff forever."

Dread washes over you as you realize that Alhaitham must have heard your entire conversation with your sister.

“I… I can’t believe this,” you mutter.

“Neither can I.”

“Shut up.”

“But, I guess I must thank you.”

You raise a brow. “For… what?”

“You changed me back. I don’t know how or why… but your kiss worked.”

Did… did your heart just… race? Of course, it's only for a second, but you were truly at a loss for words.

“Great,” you say. “Now, please go find someone else to kiss.”

“Well, I think I need to leave your bed first for that to happen.”

“Not like that, you aren’t.”

Alhaitahm looks down. “You make a good point.” You roll your eyes. “I assume you don't have any clothes—”

“No.”

“We're in a pickle, aren’t we?”

You cautiously walk past him and open a drawer. Then, you toss him a large towel. “That’s all I have. You’re on your own.”

Alhaitham sighs as he swiftly switches the bedsheets with the towel. You’re looking away until he says, “You can look now. I appreciate the privacy, Miss Bachelorette.”

You look back and see that he’s standing beside your bed. Upon seeing him, you almost look away again. Why does he have to be so attractive?

"So, you say I'm on my own…."

You raise the slipper in your hand when he steps toward you. “What are you doing?”

Alhaitham takes a step back. “I’m sorry. I thought we would be on… better terms after knowing so much about each other now.”

“You know nothing about me.”

Alhaitham puts his hands on his hips. “You were so kind to take me to the vet due to my injury.”

“It looks like you’re fine now.”

“I never thought you’d be so cruel to leave an injured person to fend on his own.”

“Fend on his own?” you ask incredulously.

“You’re asking me to walk out of your apartment in nothing but a towel… with a sprained wrist.”

“I wonder who got himself into this situation.”

“I wonder if he had a choice.”

The two of you hold your stares in silence. You’re the first to look away. Yes, he’s a handsome guy. That’s why you’re a little flustered right now. Oh, and the cat thing. Of course, it’s the cat thing.

“Okay,” you sigh. “I… I have an idea.”

Chapter Three

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uhambii · 1 month ago

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Poetry arrives like a seed, foreign,

tucked into your pocket when you weren’t looking—

a stowaway from some distant garden.

You don’t know its name,

you don’t know its bloom,

and when you plant it, you’re not even sure

if it will grow in your soil.

But you water it anyway, a quiet ritual,

like speaking to someone who’s still a stranger,

not yet a friend. Each line is a sip of light,

each verse, a touch of rain.

It’s slow work,

but there’s joy in the waiting,

the slow unfurling of leaf and stem,

the way a poem reaches out in a language

it doesn’t know how to speak—yet.

And with time, it starts to show itself:

veins running through green,

the roots deepening underground,

tendrils reaching out as if trying

to pull something closer.

The more you tend to it, the clearer it becomes,

but always with mystery, the way a shadow

clings to the underside of a leaf.

Not everything is meant to be named,

not every bud blooms in daylight.

A good poem is like this:

it grows in the spaces you don’t control.

It asks for care, but it doesn't beg for understanding.

A poem should be a living thing,

its beauty not in perfection

but in the wildness it retains.

A poem should surprise you—

with how familiar it feels,

but yet unknown.

And why should poetry matter?

Because it teaches us to wait,

to listen to something other than ourselves,

to believe that there are things worth tending,

even if we don’t always know

what they will become.

Poetry reminds us:

we, too, are seeds—

we, too, need water and light,

and we, too, grow best

when given room

to be wild.

- Ambii

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finallysafeawakepowerful · 3 months ago

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Neville's Teaching and the Connection to Our Bodies: Chakras: Activating All of Ourselves to Reach our Objectives. It Begins with our Root, our I AM.

As you continue to read you see how each story, each teaching you’ve ever learned is connecting you to every part of your being that makes up your entire existence and you begin to replay everything you’ve learned and how you activate everything with his teachings. Begin to place each lesson you know of and its connection to every part of you and HOW it makes your existence. Place all of Neville’s teachings into this post you can think of and you will see.

Neville said “FEEL you ARE the successful author. SEE your books selling out.” DO the actions you would as the successful author in your minds eye. Enjoy BEING the author. SPEAK the life of the successful author. DO the works and actions of the day of the successful author. KNOW the HEART and world of the author; Emit the energies and FEELING from the HEART of the author. KNOW it to be real, KNOW it to be your I AM. I AM the successful author and all parts of my BEING is. FEEL it to be YOU and be KNOW it to be TRUE and FEEL it within your HEART and BODY and SEE yourself as the author and SEE the world OF the author and LOVE BEING the author and DOING the works and life of the author and FEEL it be your I AM and FEEL it through your HEARTs centre and emit the FEELING and frequencies of this world. FEEL it be your truth, FEEL it to be your true I AM that nothing else could possibly exist. You fully become.

ROOT 𑁍 NUMBER 1, I AM: who you tell yourself you are, feel you are, what you do in your minds eye and world, what you emit to feel within you, what you speak of, what you see, and what you know and believe to be true all stemming from your I AM. I AM is the resurrection and I AM begins to stem all experience and all chakras and creation of life and your entirety. You become it in every facet of yourself. What you begin to imagine and create. What you begin to see from, think from. Your true identity and all things flow in accordance. It begins within your consciousness and then through the whole human experience, it is activated.

SACRAL 𑁍 NUMBER 2, FEELING: in all senses and feeling to be true within my mind

SOLAR 𑁍 NUMBER 3, DOING: truly living it and performing the actions. Do live the life of the ideal within your minds eye

HEART 𑁍 NUMBER 4, LOVING: feeling it within my heart, as truth, the physical needed to create the frequency. The frequency beginning within your heart and body. Emitting it from your body. Loving this world and self. Loving the experience of it from speaking it, being it, seeing it, feeling it, knowing it as your identify and life. You can only attract in accordance to the frequency you’re in and it begins within your heart. You enjoy feeling and loving this ideal

THROAT 𑁍 NUMBER 5, SPEAKING IT: what you say to be true, is. Speaking it, experiencing it, speaking it to yourself and in real life as you are really doing it, only experiencing it as real truth in your world, speaking it into existence. You can only ever speak it into existence and truly speak about your world in your 3d world, out loud. You always speak about what is true for you, what is truly happening. The words you speak about yourself and your life

THIRD EYE 𑁍 NUMBER 6, SEEING IT: seeing it within your minds eye, and allowing yourself to see it in your 3d world, performing the actions of the ideal in your minds eye and it visualizations. Seeing it within your minds eye in every way or any method and truly seeing it all around you and within you

CROWN 𑁍 NUMBER 7, KNOWING IT: in your body but really your mind, consciousness: the only place of actual existence. What your mind KNOWS to be true. What your consciousness and subconscious KNOWS and believes to be true. Knows to be true, to you, because of you

Every PART of YOU is touched with Neville’s teachings and all things required to make up existence. All things that make up the experience of life, and all things that make that experience begins with NUMBER 1, I AM. YOUR ROOT, YOUR BEGINNING.. and the rest follows. You can choose to have control now, or stay a puppet.

𑁍 7th: Crown, I KNOW, I UNDERSTAND "I know I AM wealthy, loved, secure. I know deep peace BEING secure. I release doubt and welcome faith and abundance. My mind, consciousness, and subconscious KNOWS it to be true, real, currently experiencing.” This is ALL I can KNOW to be true. I KNOW who I AM deep down and with every fibre of my being I FEEL this to be true.

𑁍 6th: Third Eye, I SEE

“I see abundance everywhere (that makes up my daily life.) I see it in my minds eye and in my surrounding world. I see it in my 4D and my 3D. I choose to SEE it in my 3D world despite my old self fighting me. I see abundance everywhere in my life and within me. In my bank, my home, my possessions, my opportunities, my luxuries, being able TO DO anything I want. I ENJOY this FEELING and LIVING this NOW, SEEING it all around me, experiencing it. I see wealth.” This is all I can see. I do not feel stuck, trapped, limited.

�� 5th: Throat, I SPEAK

“I speak it into the 4D world and speak it within my 3D world as I AM LIVING it. No one and nothing else can speak anything into my world and existence but me. I only can speak about my wonderful life and can only speak about my ideal world and life as it’s the only thing of existence and all I can SEE, FEEL, DO, LOVE, and enjoy. I speak wondrous things into my life. I speak about my new resources and lifestyle. I speak about my wealth, love, comfort, security and gratitude. I speak about my beautiful new world and self concept. I SEE IT, KNOW IT, FEEL IT, and DO walk it. I speak ONLY about my life WITH wealth, love, comfort. I surround my self with love and comfort.” This is ALL I CAN speak of because it’s the only thing of existence for me to SEE. All I allow myself to see is my ideal and myself living as the ideal, doing all things I wanted, loving it, knowing it.

𑁍 4th: Heart, I LOVE

“I LOVE being me, and I love my life and truly truly love myself. I love this FEELING this wonderful world and this incredible and HAVING all of this abundance, love and comfort. I love and open myself to more love. I love BEING here, now, as this person. I LOVE FEELING the ideal.” I forgave and let go of all the past and enjoy feeling love and safety within my heart. All of my frequencies stem from my hearts centre and I forgive all of the past and let go of all pain felt within my heart, body and mind. I open myself to my new self concept and world and can safely be myself. I LOVE experiencing ALL I’ve ever wanted and send out only the best feelings and frequencies from my heart centre and body.

𑁍 3rd: Solar Plexus, I DO

“I DO all the things that prove I AM the ideal and have all I’ve wanted. My actions and thinking show I AM and have all I wanted. I do not chase, I attract. I get to DO anything in my 3D world. And all of the actions performed in my 4D mind DO align with my ideal. I DO wonder things with my new blessed resources I NOW enjoy. I get to DO anything I desire. I DO create wealth and love with the power that is my self. I do FEEL wealthy, safe, powerful, grateful and like I can DO anything I want now. I do enjoy FEELING confident with a wonderful self concept and view of myself. I DO FEEL confident. I do let myself experience the best and open myself to wonderful things.” I DO perform the mental actions that show I am the ideal and have all I’ve wanted. As you DO, you begin to FEEL your truth.

𑁍 2nd: Sacral, I FEEL

“I FEEL peace KNOWING and ENJOYING wealth, safety and endless possibilities. I FEEL wealthy. I feel I can do anything I want. I feel confident. I feel like nothing can stop me now. I feel a wondrous self concept and wealth surrounding my entire BEING and heart centre. I feel abundance all around me. I feel abundance wants me more. I feel incredible SEEING it all around me, KNOWING it for the first time, LOVING it, and LIVING in it, and getting TO DO it.” I allow myself to experience the pleasures of all life and wonderful things. I open myself up and let go of all hurt and pain of the past and allow myself to FEEL the best and no longer close myself off.

𑁍 1st: Root, I AM

The root of all things. The source of all things is your I AM. I AM begins and all other follows.

“I am grounded in my new self concept and world. I am grounded, safe, in control. I FEEL grounded with my new wealth, self love, and deep trust of myself and thus the universe. I AM the power and I AM in control. I FEEL, EXPERIENCE (do), SEE, KNOW safety, security, foundation, abundance. I trust myself and let go of anxiety and fear. I AM ON HARVEST GROUND. I AM IN MY OWN KINGDOM. I am the Ruler of my great world, and I now take control. I AM the only power. I AM wealthy. I AM safe. I AM loved. I AM smart, capable and strong. I AM enjoying my new self and world. I AM: SEEING IT, KNOWING IT, SPEAKING OF IT, LOVING IT, FEELING IT and actually DOING IT. I am here. I am experiencing it with all of my senses and all parts of me, all chakras, all things that make up this existence. I SEE IT, I can only SPEAK of it as it’s the only thing of existence. I KNOW it to be my life as I’m truly experiencing it and can only see what is, what’s true, to me. I can only FEEL what’s true, what I AM. I can only LOVE being me in this life. What I rest KNOWING to be true, what I SEE IN MY MINDS EYE, the only thing that exists and the only thing that begins experience.” All things follow my minds eye. What I FEEL to be true, what I KNOW to believe. What I SPEAK about and experience. What I SEE that I DO in my minds eye. What I LOVE. These are all Neville’s teachings in all forms and it all begins with the first part of you: your ROOT, your I AM. All things follow your ROOT, your consciousness. In all quantum physics it all begins with the ROOT: the beginning: the first, your consciousness, your I AM. Your I AM choosing to see, make up, feel, know, do. We visualize but also we imagine ourselves DOING but it is no different than your regular day to day of making up your existence. Truly experiencing it, knowing it to be true. What you SEE on your minds eye what you SEE yourself DOING and living as, here and now. KNOWING who you are.

I am rid of the past, the old self, the old worlds, the old wounds, the old pains, the old way of being. The old KNOWING, BELIEVING, and FEELINGS of turmoil, struggle, pain, isolation, fear, scarcity, distrust. I AM BORN NEW.

﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ 𓆩 ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𓆪 ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉

Neville says “experience what you would in the flesh: see it, feel it, know it, do it, experience it, be it, speak it, love it” and enjoy it as real. Your I AM truly will be made to be.

Neville said “if I refuse current evidence of my senses, and assume I have sufficient wine for my guests then in a way unknown to man, I will have sufficient wine for my guests.” In my mind I KNOW, SEE, FEEL, BELIEVE I have sufficient wine for my guests and deny evidence of (old) senses, wine is produced from using my ROOT to activate the rest of me to establish this truth.

Think of all of his teachings. Some for example being the woman who unburned her hand, Himself out of the army, the child who finally manifested his puppy, the woman who found all her furniture and so on. It begins with your Root, your I AM and all things follow. You’re activating everything. You are the entirety of your whole life and experience based on ALL of you. It’s all you energetically flowing in unison and in accordance of your true inner happenings like the energy ball of life spinning in and out in accordance to the perceiver of what this consciousness is creating and activating within this world.

You’re activating your entire existence with your very power. There is no existence without these things. There is nothing without you and your being. There is nothing without your I AM, feeling, seeing, doing, being, feeling, loving, having, thinking, imagining, speaking, etc. You’ve always done all these things but without control of them. YOU are the thing that makes up existence. Your entire being with everything that you even CAN do in this existence.

Everything that you do and allow to imagine and feel and tell as your story, as your I AM, as your beginning makes up your entire existence. Everything you allow yourself to think, feel, experience, make up, see, hold yourself as, etc makes up your entire existence.

YOU are making your entire existence with the only things that CAN and DOES make up existence ….

If anyone would like to expand please do to dive deeper into this 🌙 💛

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