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Water Reveals All - Nobunaga

Another birthday of mine is here, so that means my yearly Nobunaga fanfic must be written. I wasn't having a good day today so I knocked this out in record time but then accidentally deleted most of it and had to rewrite it, it was way better before so I'm mad. I haven't posted since the last yearly fic, I hope you all are well

Words = 664

Warnings = establilshed relationship, bruises, water

Excerpt = “I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it"

After joint hard work trying to unify the country, Y/n and Nobunaga deserved a relaxing break away from castle life and responsibilities. So here they both were having a short hot spring vacation together.

Nobunaga was already lounging in the hot spring, steam obscuring his body so no prying eyes can take advantage of his visage, well he doesn't mind the prying eyes of his lover.

Y/n was hesitating at the edge of the hot spring, she wasn't even in the warm water and yet her cheeks were as red as the sunset behind her.

“We didn't come so I alone could bask in the water” Nobunaga declared as Y/n paced around the edge and he watched her

“Hang on, I'm trying to sike myself up” she said while trying to shake the nerves off. It was silly to be nervous as it's not like her beloved would see anything he hadn't seen before.

“I guess you don't love me enough to keep me company” Nobunaga had the audacity to pout and show his childish side while saying that.

Y/n laughed slightly, feeling glad that her beloved was free from stress and showing weakness.

“Okay okay, I'm getting in” she chuckled and dipped her toes in before sitting down a ways away from Nobunaga.

“Come closer” Nobunaga demanded in his lordly voice.

“As my lord says” Y/n jokes and makes her way over to Nobunaga but not close enough for Nobunaga’s liking.

He sighs before grabbing her waist and guiding her onto his lap, she wraps her legs around his waist in surprise so she doesn't fall backwards.

“That's better” he stated, staring into her eyes with his own carmine ones. He smirks as she puts her arms around his neck as he adjusts his grip.

The movement of them both had caused Y/n’s thin, almost seethrough bathing robes to ride up her thighs. Blushing furiously, she quickly tries to pull the cloth down before Nobunaga can get any steamy ideas.

Nobunaga can't help but try to sneak a peek of her perfect thighs but something else catches his attention instead. He firmly grabs her hand before she can fully cover her thighs.

Startled, she looks up at Nobunaga only to see him staring down at her thighs with trembling eyes.

“When did you get this?” he questioned in a nonchalant voice but those who knew Nobunaga well would be able to pick up the hint of obvious worry that was apparent.

He reaches down and lightly brushed his long fingers across a brown bruise on the top of her thigh, in no more than a phantom touch.

Y/n looks down to see what Nobunaga is talking about and sees a bruise decorating her high but she can't answer his question because she doesn't recall when she got it but then suddenly remembers something.

“Oh, I remember. I was organising the archive when a book fell off the top shelf and the corner of it hit my leg” she revealed before looking up at Nobunaga.

She could see the telltale signs of worry for her wellbeing in the set of his face so she continued talking.

“I didn't even know it had bruised, it was only a slight pain” she adds to try to soothe her black haired lover.

Nobunaga lifts his eyes off her thigh and looks into her eyes before his next action makes her gasp.

He bends slightly and presses a soft kiss to Y/n’s thigh, like a mother kissing away the pain of their child's wound.

“I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it" Nobunaga asserts with admonishment in his eyes.

And just like that, Nobunaga the warlord has come back to the forefront but his strong minded lover will cherish the brief and rare show of concern for her that came from his slow thawing heart.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!  

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Bethany Hart

Response to prompt 01

Trigger Warning: water, drowning, slight body horror

She's underwater. They both are. Twisting. Gliding. Slick as fish. The red slip of Abigail's bathing suit flashing like a muleta before a bull, the spray of her dark hair a halo in the bright water. And they hold their breath. Ten seconds. Twenty. Forty. Beth's lungs burn with the effort and Abigail's hand starfishes outward to lock with hers. To squeeze. Sixty. Bubbles burst about them Seventy-three. In the end, it's Beth that gives in. Beth that kicks to the surface.

Deep Breath. Repeat

Dianne sits at the foot of her bed with her American Girl doll in her lap, a smudge of toothpaste at the corner of her mouth. Her indignance comes out in spurts and stops. Her questions loop in on each other. Why can't I come? Don't you want me there? I'm not too little. I won't be lame. Why can't I come? And she's a rock wrapped around Beth's ankle, dragging her down. And maybe she should be gentler when she says, "Can you stop being such baby?" or when, two weeks later she spits out, "Don't you have anyone else to suffocate?" When the tears come they are fat and thick, two bright spots of shame on the apples of Dianne's cheeks. But Beth doesn't apologize. She's thirteen and the magic in her tastes like sugar. The last thing she wants is a little sister at her heels. The last thing she wants is to muzzle herself with politeness. And that morning, posing at the mirror in their bathing suits, they tease Dianne for her Mikey Mouse shorts and laugh and laugh.

Deep Breath. Repeat.

The first time. The first time is pure magic. It is summer and she falls asleep on the sun-kissed grass while her mother reads out loud. "In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit . . ." She dreams of earth worms and honeysuckle, of pine needles stuck between toes and overripe fruit bursting with seeds. When she wakes, the grass around her has grown six inches, the dandelions pop open like umbrellas about her head. She remembers the pride on her mother's face. She remembers the hand cupped about the nape of her neck and the kiss bestowed like a blessing. Passed from mother to daughter. And, she remembers Dianne plucking a dandelion, spinning it between her fingers. What a curse to be second.

Deep Breath. Repeat.

At the funeral, Abigail's brother wears a suit. He stands with his hands in his pockets. A dimple flashes in his cheek. Hands pass over his shoulders and condolences, murmured and sweet, drop in a deluge, bending his head downward. Fit to drown. Fit to drown. Fit to drown. She could scream. Should scream. The force of it turns inward, digs a hole through her, and she buries herself there. Years later, he will unearth her.

Deep Breath. Repeat.

The first time. The first time is chaos. It is summer and she is happy. She is thirteen and her legs ache from growing. She thinks she might never stop. She might outgrow her clothes, her sister, her town, her name. And, they ignore her sister's calls. "Wait. Wait." Would it be different if she hadn't? Would it be her instead? It almost is her. Water like a turrent, like a whirlpool sucking her down. Clinging. Clawing. Grabbing for anything. The air in her lungs turning hot. The carbon dioxide in her veins burning like acid. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. But she can't. Not underwater. The sand, sharp as glass over her skin as she is dragged along the bottom. Eighty seconds. One hundred. One-thirty. She knows Abigail is scared at that last second, because she is scared. And when it's over, when she's coughing and shuddering in the surf Abigail is there bloated and blue, slick with rot. She opens her mouth and a scream pours outward like a waterfall.

Deep Breath

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Beth shot up in bed, the sweat cool on her brow. She reached on reflex for Sam, but the bed was cold beside her. Of course it was. He was spending the evening with his friends. A boy's night. He'd kissed her neck before leaving, murmuring a thank you for the flowers she'd left him at work. Shaking, she curled her legs inward until she could rest her forehead upon her knees. The air felt sharp and cold in her lungs. She counted downward from ten, and then repeated the process. She murmured a spell as she cupped her hands to her chest, temporary warmth. One breath later, heat bloomed like a miniature sun.

A dream. Only a dream.

But she could still feel the water sucking her under, still hear Abigail's screams. When she could move, she tossed her blankets to the side and crept down the hall to her father's room. He was sleeping. Snoring. And, he was tucked on the far side of the bed as if her mother might come and slip back into the empty space. In a whisper, she reached for her magic. It was like opening a window to let the air in, and it rushed to meet her. The enchantment she whispered was simple. For calm. For sweet dreams. For peace.

Her sister's door was locked and she placed her head against the wood for a long moment. The words she pressed there are no magic. At least, not anymore than can be conjured by a human at least. They were a plea. They were a ritual. There were a prayer.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

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sam heughan gif pack

CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOW TO BE REDIRECTED TO A REQUESTING PRIVATE RESOURCES LINK. After filling out the form and receiving approval, you will be redirect to #65 245x150px gifs of Sam Heughan as Phillip Dorr/Mr. Brotherson in Island at War (2004)! These were created from scratch by Sveja. Do what you want with these, just don’t repost/claim as your own, don’t use them to play Sam as himself, use in smut/smut-based blogs, and like/reblog if using. If you like what I’m doing, feel free to commission me, donate to my ko-fi, donate to a palestinian organization, or buy an e-sim for gaza. Sam was about 24 during filming and is white (Scottish, English, French, likely German & Norwegian).

This movie takes place in 1940s British Isles while occupied by Nazis. I tried my best to crop out as much as I can.

tw: eating, guns, illness, military, nazis, shaky camera, war, water, waves

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closed event starter for cleo & molly !! @mastcrmiind

molly was wondering around; looking at all the chaos that unfolded.. it was awful; her heart felt as if it had sank into her stomach.. she found herself at a body of water; eyes meeting what appeared to be a mermaid; a sad one at that. "-hey- are you okay?" she asked; not too shocked by the fact a mermaid was presented in front of her- after all; in her non human form- she had multiple arms; just as her twin did and brother.. "--that's a stupid question- of course you're not, with all the stuff going on- I don't think anyone is.." she said; before propping herself on a rock nearest the water; watching the other.

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