#and so i came back here. because in here i can find joy and sorrow. laugh a little and cry a lot because someone made a post i resonate with | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

asumofwords · 9 months

Text

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Angst, grief, sorrow, fighting.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello angels, here is the next chapter hehe, bit of a sad one but what do we expect from SF&A at this point? Lmaooo. I've almost completely finished writing the whole series, so updates may become more regular as I pump it all out for you. What a journey this has been! Enjoy <3

Chapter 92: Burn Together

To say that things went back to normal would be a farce.

It was all a farce.

The fake smiles. The small nods. The words of affirmation and condemnation. The false sense of security and even falser acts of content. It was all wrong. It was all changed. And it was all too much.

You spend much of your days in the Garden, sat where you were usually seated, staring out at the water as you tried to uphold some sense of strength. Tried to show some vision of superiority and that the loss of the child was divine intervention. As though the anger and hurt had gone, as though the sadness and regret had left, because you knew it was for the better, or perhaps the Gods had told you so.

Words came to you rarely as you began to shrink into yourself again, but with each shrinking moment came the bursting strikes of life. Not happiness or joy, not frustration or longing, pure and uncontested rage.

Rage that it happened.

Rage that he had done nothing.

Rage at your stupidity.

Rage at your desire for more.

Aemond did not try to pry words from you, nor did he even try to touch you. He simply let you exist around him, giving you the space to come to him when needed. Late at night, in the darkness of the chambers you would roll to face him, and the most bitter of sobs would leave your lips.

At first Aemond had been uncertain, and stayed still amongst the sheets, unsure of whether or not to hold you or offer you support. But when you had rolled and pressed yourself into his side, his arms had curled around you in a way that felt natural, as though your body was made to fit between his in such a way, and let you cry against his chest.

Your clothes, your maids noticed, had begun to wear large on you, finding that you had no want to eat nor any appetite to do so. Even with the gentle encouragement of them both, you still did not find the heart to do it, looking at the bowl of star fruit in front of you, stomach full of lead.

But Aemond allowed you to do it.

He allowed you to grieve, but at some point, everyone has their limit, and it seemed that tonight was the night for his.

“You need to eat, Y/n. You need move past this grief. Do not let it consume you.” He implored, grasping at your cheeks.

You pulled away from him, looking up at him with a shaky lip, “Nothing you do will ever make this okay! Nothing you say will take away what you have already done, or what you are to do.”

“What are you talking about?” He questioned, deep lines in his brow.

“This! Us!” You broke, “All of it. It seems as though the Gods have destined us with nothing but pain and agony, and how much more must I bear? My heart cannot take it, Aemond.” A tear slid down your cheek, “I am tired, but more than this I am so alone. So very much alone even with you standing in front of me. Even as I can reach out and touch you with mine own hands. Even as you promise me sweet nothings, I know that it will never be enough to satiate the hungers of the punishments I will soon be lashed with.”

Aemond shook his head, stepping forward towards you again, “Do you think I am going to hurt you? I’m not going to punish you for losing the child. It was not your fault.”

A sob fell from your lips, “Then why do I feel one coming? Why do I always feel as though I am one hair away from your cruelty? We take one step forward together and five steps back. I have given you everything, and yet what do you give me? Nothing. You did nothing. You stood there and watched as I was brought before Aegon. What if it had been me? I thought it was going to be me! And you stood there like a craven and just watched.”

His violet eye blinked at you, the sapphire beside it, still.

You sucked in a breath again, “You watched as your precious wife, the mother to your child, was brought to the throne by force. You watched as Aegon threatened to take my tongue. And what did you do, Aem? You stood there and did fucking nothing!” Anger rose within you, bubbling viciously beneath your skin, “You stood there like a craven as your brother accused me of treason! Your wife! Your supposed love! Your one childhood companion who did nothing but defend you, no matter the odds or punishment! It has always been me. I have been the only one to ever love you. The only one to ever care. The only one to ever defend you. How many times did I do that for you? From the training yard, to the dragon pit, to the Sept. And when the time came for you to defend my honour, you were that same, scared little boy who would hide in the tunnels after his brother would tease him.” Heat rose on your cheeks as you looked at your uncle, his face stern and his eye narrowed.

"You expected me to do what?" Aemond snapped, "What did you expect me to do in that moment? I was not even told you were being brought to the chambers. I could not have possibly done anything that would not have made it worse. If Aegon had seen me react, he would have delighted in the sight and been moved to do more."

You scoffed, “I am burdened with being wed to a coward who hides behind the illusion of duty. A man who cannot even stand up to his drunken, pathetic, whoring brother.” You forced out a humourless laugh, watching as Aemond became irritated, “My husband who rides the largest dragon in the world, my husband who is a skilled warrior; sits and waits to be told what to do like a dog. Doing everyone else’s bidding.” You stepped closer to him, eyeing him down, “If I had not seen your cock, I would have suspected you were a eunuch.”

“My duty is to my brother, to my mother. To my blood.” He sneered.

“And what of my blood, Aemond? What of our union? What of the prophesies from the Gods? Did they not command you to act as you watched me be dragged by men into the throne room? That babe may have been the Prince that was Promised, and now it is gone. Because of you.”

Aemond huffed, “I could do naught! He is my brother. He is the King.”

“And I am your wife! And the blood of the dragon between us runs thicker than the water of the womb you have shared. Like a scared little boy. Never have I seen you so pathetic. You left me for dead.”

Aemond scowled, “I would never do that to you.”

“And yet, you did. You left me at the hands of your brother. And you watched. You have only lost one eye, yet you are so blinded by your duty to them. I feel as though I have died already. I died the moment I watched you do nothing, as those men touched me, as the pain creeped into my womb. I died the moment I realised I meant nothing to you, and that you would let my fate fall into Aegon’s hands. Is this a cruel joke from the Stranger? Is my true reality too grievous for my soul to take? Am I destined for all eternity to love a man who does not love me back?”

“I do love you.” Aemond insisted, frustration in his tone.

“Then why do you let them hurt me?!” You cried, “Why do you hurt me? The Gods play tricks on my mind and my body, and punish me for your actions. She was your whore. Your bastard. And yet I was punished for it. Not you. Me.”

“I lost the child too, do you not think that it pains me so?”

“I know it does not! You did not feel it as I felt. You did not feel the life leave my body, or the pain that came after. You did not feel it pass through me.” You sniffed, another tear falling.

Aemond’s lip twitched as he looked down at you, voice dangerously low, “I thought I lost you both.”

“And that is where the sickness and depravity of the Gods come to fruition. It is a never ending cycle of hurt and be hurt. I do not know what they have planned for me, but I fear it, Aemond. I fear the path they have paved for me. That child was from them, I know it. I felt it in my bones. And yet we lost it. Will they punish me now for being so careless? Will they punish us both for not ensuring its birth? I cannot continue to wreak the consequences of the men around me. I will break. I will break like poor Helaena did. But even to that, there is nothing I can do because I fell in love with a man who’s actions wound me most terribly. There is this small, foolish piece of me still holding onto hope that the Aemond I grew up with would still care for me as he did.”

“I do. I love you deeply. I would do anything for you, surely you know this.” Aemond began, stepping forward to hold your face tightly in his large palms, thumbs brushing the tears that fell from your cheeks.

“It is okay,” You heaved a breath, “Please just tell me if it is a farce.” You grabbed his wrists almost desperately, “If you only say it so for the treaty. I will understand, I will even make my peace with it.” You said desperately, “But please, I cannot survive my heart being torn apart by you any longer. I cannot do it, Aemond. I won’t. I will throw myself from Maegor’s Holdfast, I promise you this. I will set you free from these marriage bonds if you so wish, and my spirit from this earthly plane.”

Aemond stepped towards you, grabbing your shoulder and neck, fingers framing your chin, “Avy jorrāelan.” I love you, “Eman va moriot jorrāelatan ao. Kesan va moriot jorrāelagon ao. Se qēlossās kostagon ropagon hen se jēdar, se nyke iēdrosa jorrāelagon ao.” I have always loved you. I will always love you. The stars could fall from the sky, and I would still love you.

Aemond’s eye narrowed as he spoke, brow furrowed in a way that creased the scar at his brow, “Eman jorrāelatan ao pār nyke ēlī ilagontan laesi va ao. Se kesan jorrāelagon ao ēva ñuha mōrī jelevre.” I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. And I will love you until my last breath.

A loud sob left your lips as your heart clenched in your chest at his words.

"Hen se gūrēñare yard, naejot se havor tistālion, ēza va moriot issare ao.” From the training yard, to the kitchen, it has always been you.

“Aemond.” You hands tightened around his wrists in a way that would have been painful as you clutched him for dear life.

The Prince pulled you forward towards him, clutching you against his chest as he let you cry, wrapping his large arms around you, blanketing you in a feeling of safety that only he could bring to you.

You cried into him, feeling the last of your resolve fall away, and the rawness of your grief exposed to the chambers. He held you to him tightly, afraid to let go, your hands tightly wrapped in the front of his tunic.

When Aemond finally pulled back, he brought his lips to yours. It wasn’t burning with passion or desire, it wasn’t laced with regret and grief, instead, his lips moved against yours like a gentle whisper of assurance, a smaller whisper of truth, and the almost invisible whisper of a promise, all of which was overpowered by one thing, and one thing only.

Love.

Your uncle pulled away, looking down at you with nothing but adoration as he spoke again,“Lanta rōvēgrie zaldrīzes perzyssy, hēnkirī hae mēre. Spool hen kasta, spool hen zōbrie. Iā rōvēgrie ropagon naejot letagon lanta hubon. Vējes naejot zālagon hēnkirī.”

Two great dragon flames, together as one. Spool of green, spool of black. A great fall to tie two threads. Fated to burn together.

Tears continued to fall, but not because of grief. Not because of the sorrow that swallowed you into its dark pit, its wispy tendrils pulling you beneath its icy surface. Not because of the regret that you had, or guilt that you felt for the Maester.

You cried because you knew it was the truth.

You knew it to be.

It had to be.

All of this could not be for naught.

“Avy jorrāelan.” I love you, He whispered again.

You gave him a sad smile in return, “And I love you, but I don’t think I will survive this.”

“I will not let them hurt you.”

You looked at Aemond carefully, watching as the words left his mouth, at the way his eye held conviction, at the way his mouth held an almost Godly truth.

The way he said it to be true.

As though speaking would make it so.

“You already have.”

Aemond dipped his head towards you again and kissed you, pulling you against his body once more as you wrapped your arms around him, sighing into the kiss, feeling relief in his touch, safety in his arms, warmth in his reach.

Slowly Aemond moved you backwards towards the bed.

Your heart did not race nor skip, your breath did not hitch, and you went with him willingly, hands reaching the bottom of his tunic to begin unclasping the latches that held it together.

When the last clasp was undone, your hands skated beneath gently, softly, slowly, and moved up his torso, feeling the hard lines of his body, and the warmth of his skin, and the subtle breaths that he took as you made your way to his shoulders, hands moving beneath to slide it off his his body. It fell to the floor, the next his under tunic, and before long, your hands reached forward to unlace his breeches.

Aemond spun you softly, pushing your hair away from your neck and forward over your shoulder, kissing the bare skin as he unlaced and the back of your gown, the heavy material sagging on your body until it slid to the floor beneath you.

Breeches and chemises were lost, boots and stockings tossed, until finally the two of you laid atop the green sheets of your bed, his callused hands skating over your skin in reverence, with undying patience and care.

First he took you with his mouth, bringing you to your peak with the help of his long fingers, stretching you open for him and whispering words of praise against your slick skin. When you peaked with a cry, he kissed his way up your body, through the valley of your breasts until he hovered above you, seeking permission to move as he lined himself with your core.

You tilted your head upwards, chasing his lips as he slid inside of you slowly, the both of you moaning into each others mouths. Pleasure coursed through you with every thrust, heat blooming in your core as he made love to you for the first time.

It was not possessive or rough, violent or haste, it was slow, and sensual, hands mapping out bodies, savouring the flickering sparks that spouted beneath your skin. The small sighs that he made, the moans as he dipped his head into your neck.

All of it devastatingly pure.

The tears came without you even noticing them there, Aemond finding them upon your cheeks with a moment of concern. He brushed the tears away from your cheeks as he stilled, the length of him throbbing inside of you, desperate to keep moving.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head vehemently, “I wish we hadn’t wasted so much time apart.” You whispered, hips moving up to meet his, encouraging him to move again, “I wish the war had not happened.” Aemond slid through your folds as you babbled beneath him, “I wish that we had not done the things we had done.”

Aemond bent his neck to kiss you again, tongue chasing yours before he pulled away, the breath having been stolen from your lungs.

“We cannot go back, we can only move forward.”

You nodded, weakness and sorrow buried down beneath you as you looked at him with determination.

“Burn together.”

Thanks so much for reading along with me, if you wish to be added to the tag list please let me know :) Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! Enjoy <3

Tag List:

@izzicle @ej-shitchats @may-machin @alegria1580 @witchy-jadda @videovampire @inkdelicious @queteimporta39 @virtualsweetsqueen @fo-cus @auratiqs @feyres-fireheart @queenofshinigamis @asoiafwh8re @teasandcrumpets @shesjustanothergeek @grungegrrrl@queenofsarcazm @marihoneywk @curlszx88 @virgogaia @loser-keiji @asoiafwh8re @whore-of-many-hot-men @vipervixxen @theonewiththeimaginaryboyfriends @watercolorskyy @lavendervisions @mazmack666 @chokefrog @orangejump-suit @nik2blog @serrhaewinin @ohemgeewhat @winxschester @cryptidsrcool @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @celestedonut @bloodyvelvet777 @iamapersonthatsalive @av-sos @yentroucnagol @sanzu-s @opheliaas-stuff @bellameshipper @maviee @persephonerinyes @neytiri-09 @ensnaredinwonderland @xbluegracex @sotragedynut @nattieot7 @shesawaywiththefairies-blog @coffedraven @prettycutebunny @celestedonut @the-jess-life @ssulfurr @out-of-life @madislayyy @crazylokonugget @cicaspair418 @katwmk @relminnie @milovart @teagrex @visenyaverse @bellameshipper @toodlesxcuddles @tempt-ress @dontmindmereading7 @qyburnsghost @55gyi53vtnquwziq5 @notnormalthings-blog @maidmerrymint @qyburnsghost @madislayyy @chelseaouat

Bold is who I cannot tag!

417 notes · View notes

lavellenchanted · 4 months

Text

The Courtship of Peggy Carter (fic coming soon)

When Steve returns to the 1940s, he knows he wants to be with Peggy, but he can't help but worry about how the years they have both lived through have changed them - so he proposes that they start dating and get to know each other again. But Peggy has her own ideas about how their courtship will go, and is a woman determined to get what she wants. Namely Steve. In her bed. Sooner than he seems to be planning to get there.

Happy holidays @margarethcarter! I'm your Secret Santa this year - I'm so sorry your gift is so ridiculously late, but this month has just been incredibly full on. I am hoping to get your gift finished and up soon, but I didn't want to end the year without you getting anything.

You said you prefer post-Endgame time period and mentioned Peggy finding out that Steve's acquired some game since she last saw him, which what inspired this fic, so I hope when it's finally finished you will enjoy it, but in the meantime here is a little preview for you!

***

“And this . . . you being here . . . is it for good? Or do you have to go back?”

Steve held her gaze, serious and steady, the way he always did whenever he wanted her to know that what he was about to say was something he had thought over carefully.

“I’d like it to be. I came back because this place, this time, is where I belong. I wanted to come home, to have the life I never got a chance to have. And I want, very much, for that life to be with you.”

For a moment Peggy felt as if she had forgotten how to breathe, her chest tight and her heart beating painfully hard against her ribs. She opened her mouth to tell him yes, that she wanted a life with him as well, but before the words could form he had brought a finger to her lips to keep her from speaking.

“But,” he continued softly, a tenderness in his expression that made her glow with warmth, “I don’t think that’s a decision either of us should be making right now.”

A faint frown creased Peggy’s forehead. “Why not?”

“Because of how good this feels.”

She couldn’t help quirking an eyebrow, one corner of her mouth curling upwards. “That’s a bad thing, is it?”

Steve chuckled. “No. I just mean . . . I’ve dreamed about being here with you for so long, it would be easy to rush into this. To forget that . . . a lot of time has passed, for both of us. And that we’re probably both different people than we were when I went into the ice.”

Peggy let out a slow breath. Part of her - the part that for the last four years had been filled with grief, sorrow and longing whenever she thought of Steve - was afraid, terrified that this moment of joy in finding him again was going to be cut short, and leave her with nothing but echoing silence of his absence once more. She wanted to cling on to him as tightly as she could, to hold him to her so she didn’t have to face the pain of losing him again.

Another, regrettably more sensible part of her, recognised that what he was saying was true. The four years she had spent being overlooked at the SSR had left their mark as surely as the war had, and now she was reinventing herself again as the Director of SHIELD. She felt very far from the young agent that had worked on Project Rebirth.

And Steve . . . right now she could only guess at the sort of things Steve had lived through, the reasons for the weariness that lurked at the back of his eyes, the sadness that seemed etched into his face, mingling with his joy when he had asked her if he could finally claim his dance.

“So what are you suggesting?” she asked, forcing a calmness she didn’t entirely feel.

But to her surprise - and a little to her relief - Steve smiled.

“I’m suggesting that we date. Like we would have - should have - if things had gone the way we planned. Get to know each other as we are now. And if after we’ve dated for a while, we’re both sure this is still something we want . . . well, then we can talk about what’s next.”

Peggy almost wanted to laugh. “Are you telling me you travelled back nearly a century in time just to ask me on a date?”

His smile widened to a grin. “To start with, anyway.”

#steggy secret santa #steggysecretsanta #steggy #margarethcarter #happy christmas and happy new year!#I WILL get this finished and up for you soon I promise #my fic #otp: the right partner

67 notes · View notes

poemnic-tarot · 10 months

Text

Intuitive Channeled Messages For You

1-2-3

4-5-6

(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonated. For entertainment purposes only)

These are short messages I channeled without card, just intuitively. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to know!.

( Art designed on Canva )

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 1 🧸

"You begin to get what life is all about. Every incidents, now you realised, was not a coincidence.It was meticulously planned for you to get here. Where you are today. Every road lead you here where you can see it all from an objective point of view. And you get it, you finally got it. You would not be confused no more, you trust the universe unconditionally. You will go where they lead you. There are fears of course and doubts and hesitation, but they would never stop you from vibrating in a high frequency, a vibration of love and compassion.

You used to be scare, all the time. Scare of life, of people in it, of all your choices, was it the right choice?, did i made the wrong one?.Why is everyone against me, why is the world against me?. Now you realised, it was just all karmic, it was designed specifically for you. So you could learn your lesson and move up. Ascend and become who you are today. Wise, at peace and more trusting than ever. Trusting of life, situation and most importantly, yourself and your choices. What you went through got you here today and you will be forever grateful. To the Divine,to yourself and your soul, for leading you home finally.

Poem: Sorrow To Joy by @cant-find-my-name

This big transition came through

A revelation

Firstly, we changed our beliefs

Reevaluate our wants and our needs

What makes us happy?

Who values we are following

Who we are without the things we do

Strip away all the unnecessary

Let go of pointless worries

To truly turn joyful

First, we shifted our energy

In this new me, being joyful

Is very easy

Song : Coming Back For You by Fireboy DML

Well I pray that the universe Gives you way more than you deserve When the tears fall like shooting stars Remember who you are Just look up to the sky you'll see

Well I pray that the universe Gives you way more than you deserve When the tears fall like shooting stars Remember who you are Just look up to the sky you'll see I'm coming back for you

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 2🛍️

“I can still recall what happened vividly. The memories would never leave me. In a way, it shaped who I am. I identified with what I went through. All of it, the good and the not so good. I appreciates all the good times, all the good people. I wish them well and I know they would do the same for me. I am on a new journey. Honestly, I have no idea where I am going, where am I headed to?.It seem not that important to find out, I figure I'll just start step by step into the unknown. I’m willing to, in a way, I was waiting for this moment. Hoping for it in fact.

It seem I had shaded my old skin. Despited remembering everything that happened. I want to changed. I want to rebuild, I want to become something else. It not because I hated my old self or anything, in fact. It's the opposite. I love my old self very much, but I think it’s just time. Time for me to discover a new side of me that’s different. That the world have never seen before. I am excited, nervous but not scare at all. Which I'm thankful for, I want it to be a fun journey, learning about myself, who will I become. I love every versions of me, the old and I'm already sure that I will also love the new. I guess it's my new purpose in life, get to know thyself again and I'm looking forward to meet me.

Poem : Shooting Stars by @cant-find-my-name

My eyes Shined

They reflected the distance light

I’ve never pray so hard in my life

Wishing for a living dream

Wishing to know

What does all the pain mean?

Trying to find the reason

The universe put me here

And I can’t -

Find the reason

Even as stars shimmered

And shoot down

It is me that has been earth bound,

I can’t go back

I can’t go home

The limit is getting too loud

Going aimless

Wandering about

Maybe it is time for me to discover

Reach deep within me to know

How far did I come from?

And how far can I go?

Song: I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik (Treasure Planet)

I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway, you don't know me And I'll never be what you want me to be

And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel Wanna hold on and feel I belong

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 3🍑

“It's the people that loved you for who you are that helped you made it. They were a voice telling you not to give up, even when you wanted to. Even when there was no more reasons to go on, you think of the people who loved you. And in a way, their love for you saved you, when your own love wasn’t enough.

But you are still not out of the wood yet, but you're not scare of it no more. You are not scare to be alone anymore. People are your strength and there's experiences of that, but they are also your weakness. The world is more complicated and more than one dimensional and frankly, it's giving you a headache. You just want to live a simple life, a minimalist, no complication, alone in a forest surrounded by nature. You want your wood to turn into a forest. And build a cozy cottage to refuge there when the real world is too much. But most of your life, it's a graveyard of regret and it's full of shadows that you rather ignore. However, no more of that you finally decided. You pray for life to get better, for yourself to get better and in a way, you did not see a way out of it alive.

But in those darkness, you saw light and that light has led you to where the sun shined through. You can see better days," the monsters turned out to be just tree". There are better days, healthier ways to live. And in a way, you want to find that out for yourself. There are alway balance in life, you must remember one thing. When there's darkness, there is also light. When you encounter one the other will also find you. When you experienced one side, don't be scare to face the other. That is how you learn, that you will alway be okay.

Poem: Invisible Force by @cant-find-my-name

Something is choking me

The invisible force

Stronger than what's real

Maybe the scariest thing

Are what we're all thinking

Not necessary the truth

Or what happened

But what could have been,

It's scary to see

What isn't there

The affect is real

But the enemy aren't here

Song: This is me trying by Taylor Swift

I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway

I just wanted you to know That this is me trying I just wanted you to know That this is me trying

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 4🍇

"Peace will find you, no need to seek it. It's there for you to tap into it, anytime, anyplace. No need to acquired more to get it. The misconception that you need this or that in order to feel whole. It a misconception, you only need one thing child. And that is yourself. If you have yourself, all of you, the dark and light part of you, the side you loved and admired and the side that make you look away. All parts of you deserve recognition. They are you and yours alone, so we got to honour them. Every part of you love you and want your attention and want you to acknowledge them. Let us finally do that. Let us look into the mirror and see ourselves finally.

We are a pure soul, there is nothing wrong with us, no matter what people implied. We are not broken, we are whole. Your soul is intact, it is there for you to go back and connect to it. Your soul is waiting for you to answer its calling. You heard it but you ignore it because life get in the way, but, if you're trying to find that fulfilment. That feeling of, aww there it is the thing I'm look for?, as annoying as it is, it is that part of you that you wouldn't dare look at.

Poem: Surrendering by @cant-find-my-name

Surrendering my sorrows

Surrendering to my flaws

If there is no Perfection

I would be perfect

Nitpicking my visions

Aiming for the best

Left behind a broken body

And an anxiety ridden mind,

Right path don't do that

Peace is not a compromise

Tis a birth right

Just like how everyone will die,

Getting my soul back

Revived my forgotten joy

Everyday supposed to be precious

Not wishing for it to stop

Song : Back To Beautiful by Sofia Carson

They say You're not good enough, you're not brave enough You should cover up your body Tell me, watch my weight Gotta paint my face Or else no one's gonna want me

Why do we say this to ourselves? And even worse to each other? Why do we say this to ourselves? Ooh

We gotta, get back to beautiful Gotta, get back to beautiful All these words, starting wars Over who can hurt who more Gotta, get back to beautiful

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 5🍰

"Something is changing, you can feel it. More internally rather than externally. But it's changing all the same. But you're not scare or excited. You are just neutral about it. But there is that part of you that goes, Finally. Because lately, nothing evokes your interest.The desires you had once feel ill fitted. When you realised that nothing really matter, not in a depressing way, but more of a freeing way, You accepted that as truth. You are not satisfied in life, yes, but seeking more things will not do either. You don't want more per say, but there's something missing that you don't know how to put into words. The missing piece might not be tangible, might just be intangible things that you can't hold onto. Which way should you headed towards when your inner compass is kind of confused.

Forward is the way, you will never be lost, as long as you keep moving forwards and not stop. We will not rush either. When we are in a confusing state, we must take our time and experienced our moment fully so that there won't be a lapse in our memory. Memory is a tricky thing, if you think too far into the future or the past as you experiencing the present, then your present becomes filled with memories from the future or the past. So the present moment will never exist. Be careful of letting moments passed you by, it is alright to not know why you are feeling this way. It is alright to be confused or sad or even unsatisfied. It is alright to be in that state in your present because whatever you are feeling at the moment, the present will eventually become a past.”

Poem: Renewal by @cant-find-my-name

There is hope in this world

In words that you said,

Even though it's a lie

You tell yourself it'll be okay

Maybe not now

Definitely not right now

But hopefully someday

You begin to notice the yellow

In dandelions,

How it shine like gold

In certain light.

Now you finally see

The colourful sky

How many shades of it

Changed with time.

How every poem you write

Begins to rhyme

And you know there's a reason for all this

Every little bit of it

So whatever happened

Do not resist

For you shall learn to embrace it

Song : Take A Chance by Flume

So you feel all your powers unfold

Stretching our big wings while the white is turning gold So tell your story baby, don't give up, just let it all go out You're quiet wishing for something now

Will you be the one to take a chance? Have demands, spill your heart Will you be the one to take a stand Make the girls dance Spill your thoughts Will you be the one to take a chance? Have demands, spill your heart Will you be the one to take a stand Make the girls dance Spill your thoughts, will you?

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

Pile 6🌙

"The unlimited possibility you seek is there for you to tapped into. Your believed is everything, so be careful what or who you believe in. Miracles exist, just look into a mirror and witness one. Look into your own eyes and wondered who that soul is. For it is you, but there so much you don't know about yourself, yet. Instead of feeling bad about that, we should feel excited. For it is a privilege to know thyself. Know your limit and your unlimited possibilities. How many grains of sand on the beach, that is how much your potentials lies. What you can achieved in life is up to how much you are opened to recieved.

My dear, you are magnificent, I wish you can see yourself through my eyes. How you hold on to life, wise beyond your years. Give it everything you got, no matter what that is, is such a human trait even gods envied. Every difficulties you go through know that those got nothing on your willpower to get through them. You are a strong little human, whose hope is bigger then the universe.You believe in the better, better days, better life, better energy for this earth. And your hope/light is what is keeping this planet alive. Keep believing in your power, because you are powerful. And loved by many.

Poem: Home Coming by @cant-find-my-name

My Divine Mother gentle touch

She taught me so much

By being nurtured we grow

By being loved we thrive

By being connected

We become part of the Divine

I know you look at yourself

And see a scare child

Darling, that's quite alright

Cause you are protected, alway

All the flaws should be

Embraced

There's no need for harsh judgment

Gentleness to ourselves is what

We should aim for

Realise what's important

Now look at yourself one more time

And see the true core

Song: Hummingbird by Metro Boomin & James Blake

Hummingbird, summer sun, has it brought my life back? Hangin' in the balance, have you brought the light back? And how long's the night shift? She's sure I get away with Realizin' she might be all I need in this life

When I saw a cold snap, I wasn't with the season Attack was on the airport and outside there was a season In here paper walls are pushing back on you like Eventually you push through, the moment that you realize

And hummingbird, I know that's our time (That's our time) But stay on, stay on, stay on with me And hummingbird, I can never unsee What you've shown me, stay on, stay on with me

🍰 🌸 🍬 💫 🍉 You Are Loved 🍉 💫 🍬 🌸 🍰

🍑Thank you for reading! I would love to know what you think. See you soon!!!🧿

🍏Check out more of my Original Poetry at @cant-find-my-name or my IG Poemnic

🍉Check out my YouTube Channel for more Pick-A-Card Reading : Poemnic -Tarot

🍊Donate

#pick a card #tarot messages #tarot reading #messages #poetry #writing #channeled reading #channelled message

155 notes · View notes

punkette1026 · 10 months

Text

Thunder Rolls

Summary: As a thunderstorm rolls into town, you can't help but go down memory lane reliving how much life has changed for you. For Joel, it brings pain and sorrow and a request that you just can't just say no too.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of character death

This is my first Joel fanfic! Please be gentle, but I am open to feedback.

Also shoutout to our amazing discord group pascal's fan net for the inspiration for this story. You are all amazing writers

You have been awake for a while now. The sounds of a thunderstorm off in the distance and the sudden cold breeze that came through the opened window in your bedroom were enough to wake you from your sleep. You could have fallen back to sleep, but your parched throat forced you to get out of bed and walk downstairs to get a glass of water. As you pass the last bedroom before you get to the stairs, you peek in and see Ellie fast asleep snuggled in her bed. She was such a sound sleeper that not even the storm brewing outside was enough to wake her. You were so happy to have her in your life and you couldn’t believe how fast she was growing into a remarkable young woman. Just thinking about it, causes you momentarily to go down memory lane…

You had met Joel and Elle three years prior in an abandoned mall in Montana. You were reminiscing on the days pre outbreak as a young teen where you would spend hours on the weekends shopping with friends and eating your weight in junk at the food court. Joel and Ellie had caught you by surprise in a decaying clothing store as you were trying to find something remotely useful and that would fit your tiny frame. As you came out of the backroom of the store, you were met face to face with a hunting rifle. You could recall Joel looking like he hadn't slept in weeks and poor Ellie was dressed in nothing but a hospital gown and what you can only guess was Joel’s jacket protecting her from the cold chill in the air.

After a brief standoff that felt like hours, you both concluded that neither parties meant no harm and had agreed to go your separate ways no questions asked. However, Ellie had been the one to protest and had asked if you would tag along with them. At first Joel protested, alluding to the fact that he and Ellie were on the run and they didn’t have time to carry around anymore “cargo” with them. They had to get back to Jackson to warn his brother Tommy what had happened days prior. After a quick argument and one look of disapproval from Ellie was all it took for Joel to give in and allow you to tag along with him on the condition you listen to every word he said or he wouldn’t think twice to shoot you.

You and Ellie hit it off right away like you had known each other your entire life. It was nice to have another person yet alone, another girl to talk to even though she was ten years younger than you. You both gossiped over everything you had been through and both took joy in teasing Joel over how much control Ellie had over him. All of which he would roll his eyes and let out an occasional mumble that you couldn’t make out. You would take that reaction though. Joel was one tough egg to crack. He was one big mystery. He would only speak a few words to you here and there. Always keeping his distance. You would often hear Ellie snapping at him, telling him that he needed to be nice and that you never did anything to deserve such a cold response.

That seemed to change something in Joel because one night before you reached Jackson, during your night watch, he approached you as you overlooked the ridgeline. You both sat there in silence until you decided to make the first move. You started to open up to him, telling him how you became alone after watching your family get picked off one by one either by raiders or the infected, how you then bounced from QZ to QZ, and everything in between up until the moment you met him and Ellie. You didn’t expect him to tell you anything back. You just wanted to tell him more about you in order for him to trust you. However, in total surprise, Joel opened up to you, sharing his journey. He told you everything from his former partner Tess, how he reunited with his brother Tommy, and the most shocking, what happened with the Fireflies and Ellie. That night opened a new world for you both. From then on you both grew closer sharing glances, smiles and the occasional need to feel each other's touch when Ellie wasn't looking.

When you got to Jackson, the feelings didn't stop there. When Tommy offered you your own place to stay, Joel quickly protested. He claimed there was no need to take up space that another person can use when he and Ellie had a home big enough to fit all three of you. The real reason though, he couldn’t stand being away from you. He needed you by side. He needed to protect you. You felt the same. Joel made you feel at peace. He eased your mind when it ran into overdrive and he became a shoulder to lean on when you need to cry. Some nights after a long day of patrolling, you would cuddle up by the fireplace, him with whiskey and you with wine, and you would unravel what happened that day. It was one of these nights that you shared your first kiss deciding to give a relationship a try.

It went on for a few months with some bumps along the way. An occasional fight or two that ended up with both parties apologizing and making love till the sun came up. Neither one had said the dreaded words I love you yet, as they were both afraid of the other's reaction. Everything came to a head one day though after a scouting trip went horribly wrong. You had been ordered to go out with a scouting party to investigate a fire off in the distance. Joel had begged you not to go and to stay with him. He had been on the mend after spraining his ankle, tripping over Ellie’s jacket that she left on the floor one night. You told him that you needed to go. Tommy had given you an order and you had to follow it. That led to the mother of all fights and you ended up storming out telling Joel you didn’t think this relationship thing would work out. The next time he saw you, you were being carried to the infirmary after being shot twice. It turns out the fire ended up being a trap by a group of raiders looking to make trouble. No one could stop Joel as he forced his way into your hospital room crying that he loved you and that he was sorry for fighting with you. You ended up surviving of course but it was a long road to recovery and Joel was there with you every step of the way. Giving you all the love and attention you needed.

As you stood there reminiscing, a flash of light followed by a loud clap of thunder was enough to bring you out of your thoughts. Quickly heading downstairs, you grabbed your glass of water before making your way back upstairs to your room as the storm finally made its way into Jackson.

Getting gently back into bed being careful to not to wake Joel, your now husband of over a year, another clap of thunder rocked your house. This one was loud enough to stir him. You could hear small whimpers coming his mouth and the bed sheets that covered his naked body started to move. Looking over, you could see sweat start to form above his brow and the whimpering started to get louder. It was obvious he was having a nightmare. You became torn with waking him or just letting it play out. However the decision was made for you when another clap of thunder came from above causing Joel to jolt up.

“Sarah!” he shouted in a painful scream as he jumped up fully awake. You watch as he tries to get his bearings and figure out where he was. After a moment or two with his chest gasping for air, he turned to look at you, “What…what happened?”

“You were having a nightmare baby,” you console him, sitting up and running your hand up and down his naked back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Joel looked down in shame and shook his head. You knew Sarah was still a touchy subject for him. Even after all these years and now married, she was something that Joel rarely talked about. You didn’t mind though and you didn’t push. You knew what happened to her and how tragic it was, but other than that, she was off limits. Sarah was Joel’s business and his alone. You knew when the timing was right, Joel would tell you everything about her. Until then, you were here for him anyway you could be.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep or do you want to go sit by the fire? It’s still dark out,” you ask him, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

“I jus wanna lay here, but do…do you think…nevermind.”

You sat up a little bit more, this time wrapping your arms around his midsection, resting your cheek on his broad back, “What is it Joel? You know you can ask me anything baby.”

He turned to look at you with tears filling his chocolate colored eyes, “Do you think you can hold me? I don’t think I can go back to sleep without it.”

“Of course baby, you never have to ask me. Lay back down and I’ll do my best,” you tell him as you usher him back to bed.

With Joel on his side, you maneuver behind him wrapping one arm around him, while the other folds behind your head, “Is this good?” He nodded and took your hand, intertwining his with yours.

As you lay there, you listened to the rain that was pouring down now. Joel’s breath had returned to normal and you thought the rain had lulled him to sleep. However out of nowhere, he let out a chuckle. “What is it?” you ask.

“He’s kicking me,” he chuckles once again, feeling tiny thumps against his back.

You look down at your growing belly that was nestled between you, “It’s because he knows his daddy needs him. He doesn’t like seeing his daddy upset.”

Joel rolled over to look at you and placed his hands on your belly, “It’s okay little guy. Daddy just had a nightmare about your sister. She would have loved you.”

“Joel you don’t…”

“No it’s okay,” he interrupts, “He needs to know about her. I want both of you to know her. I just…I just need more time. Be patient with me.”

You take his hand from your belly and bring it up to your lips, giving it a gentle kiss, “We are here for you. We love you and will always be here for you.”

He gave you his signature smirk, the one where his dimple showed. The one you hoped that your son would inherit. “I love you too darlin. You, Ellie and mini me are my entire world. Thank you for choosing and having me.”

“The pleasure is all mine Mr. Miller. Now roll back over. Momma needs her sleep and you know Ellie is bound to come running in here the first thing in the morning. You know how much she loves the rain.”

“Yes ma’am! Just watch my back kiddo. Daddy has a bad back and is getting old,” he smirked one last time before leaning down to give you and your belly a kiss before rolling over.

You once again wrap your arms around him and pull him as tight as you could, before letting out a peaceful sigh. The rain at this point has calmed and the thunder is no more. It wasn’t long before you both found sleep again. This was all you needed, just Ellie and your boys all nestled in bed, safe and sound and loved in this apocalyptic filled world. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #pedro x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff

134 notes · View notes

eleganzadellarosa · 5 months

Text

Full Moon (Blood Red sequel)

🩸 pairing: vampire!kyungsoo x fem!reader, Kai x fem!reader, dom!kyungsoo x sub!reader, dom!kai x sub!reader

🩸 genre: smut, angst, touches of fluff here and there

🩸 warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI [breeding kink, rough sex, threesome, biting kink, choking, spit kink, spit roasting, squirting, unprotected sex (don’t do it)…honestly just all that nasty freaky shit 😝] blood (again should be obvious), mentions of postpartum depression, death

🩸word count: 13.8K

🩸 A/N: so a few of you wanted a sequel to Blood Red and I loved writing it so I hope this lives up to your expectations 😭 let me know what you think and thanks for reading <3

taglist: @loonloons @doimaru @mrspettysoo @aliencatlady @sleepingbeautydo thank you all so much for the support! <3

part 1 can be found here

“PUUUUUUUUUSH!”

Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears, your legs bent and a hand supporting each of your thighs. One belonging to Jongin and the other to Kyungsoo.

This past 9 months has been laborious to say the least. You never expected to get pregnant within your first year of marriage, especially when the child did not belong to the man you married. When you found out, you were excited and happy to be sharing such a deep connection with your husband, however you knew the baby most likely wasn’t his due to your frequent nights spent with his servant.

The child was currently crowning and it took every ounce of strength in you to continue to push.

“You’re doing great Princess, keep pushing!” Vivian called out from below you as she assisted the other midwives.

You were most thankful for her during your pregnancy. She had learned lots of helpful information pertaining to it all from the classes she attended, aiming to become a midwife herself. She was someone you trusted wholeheartedly and couldn't be more grateful for her support.

A few more pushes and the baby was born; a little girl. They laid her on your chest and she instantly stopped crying, but your tears began to fall. It felt weird knowing you were the mother to this child, her safety, security and someone she would grow to look up to. When you looked down to get a better look at her, your heart filled with warmth. She had looks that would be envied by many in her growing years. You hoped it wasn’t so obvious to everyone else, but she shared striking features with her father. Those full lips and big eyes that were undeniably from Kyungsoo.

Of course it was a secret that he was your lover but you knew it would become harder and harder to explain why she looked so much like him. “Maybe because I spend so much time around him” would be an excuse that no one would believe but be the best you could come up with. Now wasn’t the time to burden yourself with the matter, your eyes were heavy and sleep deemed itself more important.

When you woke up, Kyungsoo sat on your left as he flipped the page over in the book he held in his hands. He looked up when you shifted in the bed and immediately put the book down to rush to you.

“Hello my love, how are you feeling? You did so well today.” He rubs your head and kisses your forehead lovingly. He holds your hand in his and rubs it with his thumb.

“Tired, but I want to see her. Her beautiful face is escaping me already.” You sat your body up against the headboard with his help.

“Jongin insisted on staying with her while the midwives made sure everything was just fine. They will bring her back in here shortly, so for now just rest and don’t push yourself too hard.” He paused for a moment before he spoke up again. “She's so beautiful just like you my love. She truly is a bundle of joy.”

He smiled as he spoke about her and it swelled your heart. He often came off as standoffish to everyone else but you knew the real person under the shell. It brought you much sorrow knowing that you would have to raise the child as Jongin's, fearing that anyone would find out the truth.

Jongin has been patient with the affair in itself but you know he wishes things were different. He tries to hide the jealousy that lives inside him like a parasite, a virus that ruins his happiness, but sometimes he can’t help wonder if the aching beats his heart pumps are from wanting you all to himself. Putting a strain on their well established friendship was one thing you hated yourself for but knew there was no turning back the hands of time; not that you would have done anything differently.

"Seems like you have a guest." Kyungsoo says and before you can question him, there's a knock on the door.

Vivian comes into the room with a bright smile on her face as she sees you're now awake. “Hello lovely mama! You did a great job today!” She came over to grab your hand and sit beside you.

Kyungsoo got up and bowed before leaving the room to give you two some privacy.

“You have a beautiful daughter Princess, I know Prince Jongin is ecstatic!”

You weakly smiled at Vivian and nodded. Truthfully and thankfully she didn’t know of your occasional late night erotic adventures and you wanted to keep it that way. If anyone were to chastise you for the deal you made with your husband, you wanted Vivian to have no association.

She holds your left hand in both of hers as tears dropped onto the blanket below. “I was actually quite frightened for you Princess. I wanted no harm to befall you while pregnant. I wish for you to always be blessed with good health…I cannot lose my closest companion.”

The glistening wetness on your cheeks made you realize you were crying with her. It was a fear that frequented your mind yet you put up a good fight to ignore it. An idea that pestered you for your attention like someone waving their hand from far away. She spoke about it as though it would and could never happen, but to you it was speaking it into existence. Just then, the huge double doors to the room opened and in came Jongin with the newborn and one of the midwives. Vivian bows to him and leaves the room with the other woman, waving to you as she closed the door. You straightened your posture and happily open your arms to allow him to place the small child within them.

“She has your beauty my darling, she will always be the perfect princess of our kingdom."

Your eyes filled with more tears. “I'm sorry my first child does not share your blood."

He shushed you and rubbed your cheek. "It’s unfortunate I do not have a child of my own, but I do not hold any resentment to you or how the child came to be. Promise me that one day we will share offspring?" You nodded and he placed a kiss to your scalp. "Is it okay to call the midwife back? She said she will guide you through the breastfeeding."

You nod as you look down at the sleeping child, loving the way she fit so perfectly in your arms. She was on the smaller side but not considered unhealthy. A head full of hair and the softest skin you've ever come in contact with. "Rose" you said out loud but more to yourself, letting your tongue become well acquainted with the name you've just chosen for your very first child.

Later that night while everyone was asleep, you grabbed Rose from her bassinet and wrapped her in a blanket before heading down the long hall towards Kyungsoo's room. You knew he'd get the most time with her when you brought her around while the watchful eyes were covered by their lids. Before you could raise your hand to knock, he softly turned the knob and opened the door. He welcomed you both with a huge smile.

"I could have come to you my love, you need to rest." his brows furrowed with concern as he reached out toward the infant.

"I know, but I felt the need to walk a bit and I wanted to see you."

You weren't sure he heard what you said, his eyes were locked on Rose's face. Everything about him was gentle; his smile, the way he held her, even the usual mysterious aura that he often exuded was gone as if never there. You slowly made your way to sit on his bed, back resting against the few pillows that sat against the headboard.

"She needs much rest I suppose?" He looked up at you while rocking her gently.

You chuckled and nodded. "Yes, Vivian said she will sleep until she gets hungry or needs to be changed. She doesn't have much else to do and sleeping helps her grow."

As if on cue, her face scrunched and her lip quivered letting out a few small whimpers. Kyungsoo's eyes widened and he tried shushing her to no avail. He handed her to you, rubbing her head softly, wanting her to go back to her relaxed state. He watched as you brought her up to your chest to suckle, amazed at how fast she stopped crying. He climbed onto the bed and moved the pillows to sit behind you. He let his arms drape your sides, supporting yours as you held her.

"Would you like to stay with me tonight? I would hate for you to have such a long walk back to your room. "

You thought about it and your body was quite sore so walking right now would be a hassle. One night wouldn't hurt and as you've promised yourself many times before, you'd leave early in the morning before the castle became lively so no one would catch you coming from Kyungsoo's room.

3 months in and you were finding it difficult to cope with the changes that came with being a mother. The lack of sleep, the constant hunger, sore nipples and your decreasing lack of self esteem. You sat in the maid's quarters to spend some time with Vivian and to people watch while everyone partook in their jobs or hobbies. You came to see Vivian and the others often especially since they loved seeing Rose and how much she develops each time. She too loved the bustling atmosphere, never seeming too overwhelmed by the noise or fast pace. Vivian rolled up the sleeves to her dress as she came to sit in front of you, clasping her hands as a signal to hand over the baby.

“Aunt Vivian is finally ready to hold her baby bud.” She excitedly grabbed her and watched her lips spread into a gummy smile.

Once she was in her arms, you realized just how exhausted you felt. Your body no longer felt like your own and the emotional and physical toll finally all came crashing down at once. You suddenly became aware of your slouching posture, pouching stomach and sagging skin. You hated to admit it but you felt ugly, especially when the woman sitting across from you looked like someone painted her with the finest of tools.

Vivian is a beautiful girl and it's a shame no one has come to claim her yet. Fair skin and rosy cheeks, copperish red hair that stayed in a low bun on most days and was let down for special occasions. She was a few inches taller than you and her body was thin. She always smelled like honeysuckle which you thought came from her bubbly and caring personality as no one else smelled like her. She looked so youthful and there was always a light that seemed to follow her. You couldn't take looking at her anymore and asked her to watch Rose for a while so you could get some rest.

You walked back to your room, but instead of stopping at the bed, you dragged yourself to the bathroom where you stood in front of the mirror, looking at the changes to your body that came with being pregnant. The depression was steadily kicking in, your mental health going downhill all in this moment. It sounded like a myth when you would hear women talk about postpartum depression. How could you slip into that mindset when you have a beautiful baby reminding you just how strong and precious you are as a mother? It wasn't about that, you loved your baby but there was an incomprehensible feeling that loomed over you that made you want to curl up and die. There was no cure and you had to let it pass. You wish you could jump in a time machine and skip to the part where you felt better, where you felt like you again.

You retreated to your bed to try and escape your thoughts. Maybe they would go away with some proper sleep and a good meal. However, the more you relaxed, the more your body sunk into a pit of misery, the blanket wrapping you in sadness; and now the tears flowing from your eyes drowning you in sorrow. You needed to be saved from this torture. How long would you have to wait to wake up happy, to not hate the image you saw in your reflection? What happened to the cheery girl that you've always been? It's impossible that one baby changed that and you weren't going to start blaming her now.

It was burdensome wanting to vent your feelings but feeling like no one would understand even though you were surrounded by other mothers. Maybe your feelings were invalid and everyone would think it stupid. Would they tell you it was too early to feel like this and that it only got worse the more children you had? Now did you even want more children? Did you even want Rose? No, don't think like that. Even if she was conceived out of wedlock, you had no right to not want her anymore. It was all a ruse that your heart, mind and body evoked to shift your personality and make your life a living hell. "You can get through this" you told yourself and let your eyes drift you off to sleep.

It's already been 10 months since you gave birth and you were finally at the stage where you can say your bouts of depression have passed. Sadly, you were dealing with a new problem; the distance between the two friends was getting undeniably larger. You constantly found yourself breaking up the silent arguments they were having, almost always over trivial things or you. "She's not even your wife!" Jongin said once and Kyungsoo's hand balled into a fist but he turned and walked away before he did something he would regret. You knew it would only get worse if you didn't take matters into your own hands, so tonight you were going to sleep in Vivian's room and let them hopefully solve their issues on their own time.

"Where are you going my love?" Jongin asks, his face dropping slowly as his realizes you're taking your things with you.

"Jongin I can't handle seeing your friendship with Kyungsoo crumble into pieces. I would prefer not having to be the mediator every time there is a quarrel."

He can't find the words and stutters as he reached for your receding form as it left out the bedroom door. On your way to the other side, Kyungsoo sees you in the hallway and his face lights up.

"My beautiful baby Rose and my sweet love" He then sees that you have more than you needed for a walk through the castle and you were going the wrong way to get back to your room. "Is everything okay my love? Would you like to stay with me tonight?"

You appreciated that he didn't automatically assume that Jongin did something wrong, but he himself wasn't in the clear either. "I would not Kyungsoo. As I told Jongin, I shall no longer be getting myself in between your frequent disagreements."

Disappointment evident on his face, he came to give you a kiss on the forehead and a kiss on the cheek to his daughter. "I understand. My apologies for putting a burden on you often or even at all."

The apology was sincere but it wasn't enough for you to want to end your discipline early. Vivian’s room was comfortable, always just the right temperature so staying with her was never an issue. She loved your company and didn’t get much time with you as she was always so busy with her studies.

You laid on top of her fluffy and soft sheets, cradling Rose against your chest, feeling her light breaths. You pouted and sighed anticipating the end to all of this, you just wanted everything to go back normal. This is not what you expected to be going through right after your emotional slump. You wanted the attention back; the long hours spent talking about any and everything, looking into each other’s eyes, finding security in each other’s embrace. You wanted Kyungsoo. The thought of him is what coast you to sleep and what fueled your dreams that night.

It felt like years went by since you’ve last been in your own or Kyungsoo’s room, but it had only been 3 weeks. “I needed some time to myself” is what you told Vivian, which was part of the truth and the perfect reason in her mind to why you stayed with her for so long, even though it wouldn’t have taken much to convince her. You sat in the garden to watch Rose crawl around and explore the many things she couldn’t when she was strictly confined to your arms. You were so deep in focus that you didn’t hear Kyungsoo greet you when he walked over.

“I’ve missed you, you’re starting to feel like a figment of my imagination.”

“Kyungsoo…if only I could tell you how much I miss you.”

He smiled shyly and grabbed your hand to place a kiss on the back. “You can tell me my love, how much have you missed me?” He cocked his head and stared at you waiting for you to reply and you felt your heart do flips.

Gosh was he a beautiful man; those beautiful big eyes and plump soft lips. Those lips you wanted to kiss and have kissed on many occasions. You were falling in love all over again. Who wouldn’t when he was the sweetest and most caring man? He chuckled seeing you so lost in his beauty and he leaned over to kiss your forehead, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Perhaps I know now just by how you’re looking at me even though I would have loved to hear you say it.”

A blush rose on your cheeks and your ears turned red with warmth. He roped you in so easily every time, you were weak to him, but you knew you had to stay strong against his attacks if you wanted your plan to work. “I would if you and Jongin didn’t make me so angry.”

He smiled sheepishly forgetting you were still upset with them and hoping you forgot as well. He went over to Rose and picked her up so she could touch the flowers higher up on the bushes. She loved him and he treated her like the delicate flower she was. She would always get so fixated with his face and played with it a lot, almost like she could tell she was practically looking in a mirror. The more she grew, the more their matching features became. Thankfully no one mentioned it as you thought previously and God knows you wanted it to stay that way.

“Is it alright if she stays with me for a few hours? I’ll bring her back to Vivian’s room before dinner.” You nodded and he walked over placing a hand on your waist. He bent to brush his lips over yours. “I’m sorry we’ve caused you so much stress my darling, we’ve been immature but I hope you’ll forgive us soon.” And with that, he was on his way with Rose back inside to spend some quality time.

You wondered what Jongin was up to at this time since it was already getting late. Not having been back in your room for so long, it almost felt foreign like you’d only seen it in a dream. He almost crashed into you when you walked in, he seemed to be leaving out at the same time. His eyes lit up seeing you standing in the doorway.

“Are you staying with me tonight?” His voice almost raising an octave from the excitement, forgetting why he wanted to leave in the first place.

“Hmm, it depends on you my prince.”

It was taunting, almost seductive of an answer and you knew he took it as a challenge. His hand around your waist stopped you from brushing past him to get to the bathroom.

“And what can I do to make you stay?”

There were multiple answers you could give him and ones you leaned more toward like making sure you only had the strength in your legs to sleep next to him. Yet you weren’t going to tell him that and sound so needy, so alternatively you kissed him on the cheek and wriggled from his grasp to continue your journey to the restroom. You could almost hear his wheels turning on the opposite side of the door although he kept quiet.

You walked out of the bathroom to see him sitting on the bed. It was apparent in his posture that he had a goal in mind, one fueled by nothing but desire. In all honesty, you wanted him just as much but you didn't want to seem desperate or like you were going to give in from disciplining him so quickly. When you walked over to him, he got off the bed and stood in front of you, making it press into the middle of your back.

“You know I love you right?” He says, punctuating his sentence with a kiss.

You nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck. “I do know and I know it’s as much as I love you.”

It was a lie. Not about you loving him but the amount in which he loved you could break a scale. He leaned in with each of his hands resting on your sides as he kissed you. The longer it went on, it quickly turned from innocent to sinful. His hands slid up your nightgown and yanked your panties down. With ease, he sat you on the high bed and spread your legs out without breaking the kiss.

He used his fingers to play with your increasingly throbbing pussy. Your arousal made it easy for him to slip two fingers in. They curled upwards and he moved them in a “come hither” motion, still not breaking the kiss. It was turning you on more and you couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

“How badly do you want me? Tell me.” He finally removed his lips from yours and stared at you deeply with his fingers picking up speed. He knew just how much you craved the physical contact and he knew just what to do to satiate your hunger.

It was becoming hard to concentrate but you wanted him to know just how good he was making you feel. “So badly, I want to feel you inside. I miss having you there.” You licked and bit at his lip, earning a small groan from him.

He pushed you back and further up on the bed and came to hover over you. He removed both of your clothing so that you lay naked with each other. He guided his length into you and stuck his fingers with your juices into your mouth.

“Suck as if that was me in your mouth. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

You had no room to disobey and his building thrusts made you comply. Jongin had his days where he was just as dominant as Kyungsoo, a side of him that wasn't discovered until after you got married, and yet they still could not be compared. There was something about Kyungsoo that made you always want to fall to your knees and have him look down on you, make you feel like the only option you had was to submit.

Jongin sped up his thrusts and got deeper each time. He took his fingers out your mouth and bent your legs to your chest as he held them down at the back of your knees. The new angle brought you more pleasure and your mouth hung open as you moaned loudly. The bed was beginning to rock with his thrusts but he seemed to pay no mind to the creaking.

He pulled out and sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap, his back facing the door. You circled your hips as he rolled his upwards, making him hit that spongy spot inside you. He kissed you sloppily, trailing it from your jaw then to your neck. Your head popped up when you heard the door to your bedroom creak open. You tried to stop moving on him, but he held you in place.

“Jongin wait, it’s Kyungsoo.”

His grip on you tightened. “I know who it is, keep riding.”

You were confused but your hips never halted. Kyungsoo’s eyes bore holes in you as he watched you move up and down on his friend's dick and when your brows furrowed as you moaned, you can see him swallow thickly. He slowly removed his clothes and walked closer towards the bed. Your body warmed and your cheeks flushed when he reached his destination. Not once have you ever had both men in the room with you during such an intimate moment and truthfully it was awakening a side to you that you didn’t know existed.

Jongin broke the silence and spoke from below you. “We wanted to make it up to you, as long as you’re comfortable with it.”

If it wasn’t for Kyungsoo standing at the edge of your bed with nothing covering his body, you would have questioned Jongin. But it was obvious, tonight they were giving you an apology in the most pleasurable form and you weren’t going to deny it. You reached out toward the standing man and Jongin flipped so your back now faced Kyungsoo.

He climbed onto the bed and Jongin laid back with his dick still inside you. His hands rested on your hips and he began thrusting up into you again. Kyungsoo was at your back and his lips came down to connect to your neck. He licked, sucked and bit at the skin and his hands came up to massage and pinch your nipples.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He bit your earlobe and licked at the shell of it.

“Oh god yes…don't stop” your head fell back onto his shoulder.

Jongin dug his nails into your hips and thrust into you at a vicious pace. With his thrusts and Kyungsoo’s abuse on your neck and nipples, the sensations had your body on fire. You were almost screaming with how loud your moans were, music to both of their ears.

“I-I’m g-gonna cum!” The knot in your stomach begged to snap and your toes started to curl.

Kyungsoo tilted your head back with his hand under your chin. “Open” he says and when you do, he trails some of his saliva in your mouth then brings you into a deep kiss. His hand wrapped around your neck and he squeezed the sides just enough to make your head feel fuzzy.

Under you, Jongin roughly circles the pad of his thumb over your clit and eases you into your orgasm. Your walls clenched around him and he quickly lifted you off of him, his dick spasming against your stomach as he came in spurts. Your chest heaved as you came down from your high and you opened your eyes. Kyungsoo stared back at you calling you “good girl” and planting another kiss on your lips.

“We’re not done yet my love” He slightly whispered in your ear, turning you over in the process. “Suck.” He tapped his dick against your lips and you immediately obliged.

You diligently sucked and stroked him while he bent over to finger you. The mix was lewd and you loved every second of it. His other hand held your head in place so he could thrust up into your mouth. When he felt a tear drop onto his skin, he pulled your head off of him.

“My good girl, lay back for me.” He kissed his way from your lips down to your pelvic bone, sucking and biting. He opened your legs and lazily kissed and licked up your inner thighs. He spread your lips with his two fingers and spit on your pussy before going to suck on your clit. “You always taste so fucking good."

Jongin tapped on your cheek from behind you, making you turn your attention to him. “You didn’t forget about me did you darling?”

He stroked his length and you watched him upside down. He slipped his dick past your lips and you happily sucked. You felt the air leave your lungs slowly the more the night went on. They were wasting no time in making you lose your mind over their actions. Kyungsoo stopped eating you out and stood on his knees. He rubbed the head of his dick harshly against your clit, making you squeeze around nothing. He pushed all the way in one go and cursed when his tip kissed your cervix.

“F-fuck you feel so good.” Was all he said before pulling almost all the way out then snapping his hips forward, his speed just as fast or maybe a tad faster than Jongin.

Your strangled moans sent vibrations through Jongin’s dick shoved down your throat, his moans sounding slightly high pitched the more he tried to hold them back. His hands played with your nipples, increasing your sensitivity. Kyungsoo’s nails dug into your sides and he bit at your ribcage. You felt like you were going to die from the overstimulation, it was absolutely blissful. Jongin eased his way out of your mouth to let you breathe and regain the oxygen you lost.

After a few moments he thrust back in and bent down to suck and play with your nipples. “How does it feel to get fucked like this? How long have you wanted this?” He asked knowing you couldn’t answer with your throat obstructed, but your muffled moans and shaking legs gave him his reply.

“You’re so beautiful like this, dick pleasuring you from both ends. Such a good girl, just listen how wet you are.”

Kyungsoo was right, the sounds that came from your pussy were downright obscene. Your orgasm was approaching for the second time tonight, yet this one proved a lot more intense than the last.

“She’s close.” Kyungsoo says, obviously speaking to your husband as if he couldn’t already tell.

Jongin sped up, your throat now sore from the constant friction but adding to the overall satisfaction. Kyungsoo pulled out causing you to whimper at the loss of contact but Jongin sits you up and then down on his dick. He wraps his arms under your knees and connects them behind your head. The new position gave Kyungsoo the perfect angle to roughly rub your clit as Jongin thrusts ruthlessly into you.

Kyungsoo bites his lip while he quickly strokes his length, watching your face contort from the constant pleasure, chasing his own orgasm. Your toes were curling and Jongin’s thrusts were getting sloppy. Jongin kissed at your shoulder and Kyungsoo kissed the calf on one of your legs. The familiar feeling of fangs bared down into the skin and with a few more swift rubs on your clit, you squirted harshly all over Kyungsoo as your orgasm washed over. The man behind you choked out an “oh fuck” as he came inside you, the warmth from it making you clench even harder. Seconds later, cum from the man in front of you sprayed over your chest and stomach.

As you lay down, not even worrying about the sticky and wet mess over your bodies, Kyungsoo cleans himself off and makes his way to the door.

“Kyungsoo” you call out to him meekly, head lying on the chest of a sleeping Jongin. “Won’t you stay?”

“I will not, I have fulfilled my purpose of pleasuring you and you seem to accept our apology. That is all my heart could desire so I shall not be extending my stay.”

You were greedy and getting too in your head. This wasn’t something they technically wanted but knew you’d enjoy and used it as a way to earn back your trust and your presence back in their beds. The guilt reappeared, and seeing Kyungsoo leave the room made you realize how unhinged the love triangle was.

You were much too fucked out now to run after him, so you instead snuggled under Jongin’s arm and let your eyes close.

The next morning you threw on a robe over last night's attire and headed downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. Kyungsoo stood next to the chef as he sampled what was for today’s breakfast.

“Good morning to you both.”

They both turned around and bowed to you, Kyungsoo not bothering to do so fully as he always does. You disregarded it as him being busy and focused. One of the maids poured your water and you thanked her before leaving, taking note that Kyungsoo still didn’t give your existence the time of day.

He ignored you not just in the morning, but in the afternoon and well into the night, even bleeding into the next morning. Now it was becoming concerning, this was so out of character and atypical for him. It came to be that you were running out of ideas to grab his attention but he just wouldn’t budge. Everyone was starting to notice and mention his bad attitude too. “He seems so agitated, the slightest thing might peeve him off” you heard someone say in passing.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you did something wrong, he did only begin to act like this after last night. Even if it was your fault, you’d prefer to hear him say it rather than not have him speak to you at all. It was late now and everyone retreated to their rooms to go to sleep, but apparently Kyungsoo had other ideas when he stopped you right before you reached yours.

“Would you like to come outside and see the stars with me?”

You couldn’t understand why he offered after ignoring you for so long, but alas you were itching to get to the bottom of this even if it meant interrupting your sleep. The night air was cool, breezes skating through the sky every so often. He guided you through the garden that he knew all too well and sat you down in a spot where you had the perfect view of the stars above.

He watched you watch the stars and his heart warmed seeing you smile. “I…I’m sorry.” He continued when you turned to look at him, confusion clearly written over your face. “I’m sorry I have not been treating you well. I’m just…after last night I don’t have the gall to act as if I’m content with sharing you. Yet I know that wanting you for myself is preposterous since you were not mine to begin with.”

You couldn’t agree but you also couldn’t disagree. Your mind was set on Jongin the first day you saw him and you made an oath to yourself to marry him. It was the tug on your heart strings from Kyungsoo that had you wanting more than your original desires, but it was nothing short of fate meeting him in the way you did. You loved them both equally, but knowing that everything made him feel so torn stabbed you right through the heart. The agreement to share you with your husband came easier in its early days.

It made you feel sorrow for Jongin too. He worked so hard to express his feelings for you and wait to marry you, but all of this would have him believe that your love was easily swayed. There was no answer that would make this better for either party and now that you have a child with one, the connection between you grew more complicated by the day.

“What can I do to ease your sadness?” You asked as you place your hand over his.

His head dropped and he let out a sigh. “Nothing. Nothing will make me feel as though I’m not messing things up for you and your future. I deem it my fault that you fell for me in the first place and that, I do regret. It’s on me that you don’t fully express your love for Jongin. As a vampire, love is not something we take lightly. I want a soulmate that can be my source of happiness for as long as I live and that is quite literally forever.”

You reached for words that moved further away from you the closer they got to the tip of your tongue. You didn’t want to lose him and you know he wished for the same. The guilt was getting the best of him and there was nothing to do to make it better. This was your true punishment, living out your dream that slowly became a nightmare.

“I want you to forget me. Act as if you have never known of my existence and I will only live as your servant. I do not wish to continue my life in such grief and want what is best for you.”

“You’re what’s best for me Kyungsoo” is what you wanted to say but the words did opposite of what the falling tears did. “Please!” was all you managed to say as your hand slipped off of his when he stood up to walk away.

The weeks that went by were treacherous. You gave up on trying to communicate with him in any way you could think of. From touches, to glances and the most obvious, just talking to him. Nothing seemed to work and you undoubtedly believed he didn't love you anymore. But how could he let you go so easily when he tried so hard to have you? You weren't going to settle for the thoughts that convinced you of the negative, you had to ask him one last time if you truly meant anything to him.

Today was Rose's birthday and the castle was filled with crowds upon crowds of people ready to celebrate the one year anniversary of her birth. They all greeted you with kisses to your cheek or a hug, congratulating you and Jongin on your little one. It was no longer awkward to act as if she belonged to him, but the smile you put on wasn't genuine. You kept sneaking peeks over at Kyungsoo every chance you could get, losing the confidence to approach him. He seemed so much more scary in this instance, looking like he would bite off the head of anyone who dared to talk to him.

He stood at the other end of the room, not taking a single glance your way. It hurt being ignored like this. You know he did it for his own sanity but why was it slowly driving you insane? Has he really fallen out of love with you? What would it take for him to at least talk to you the way he used to? You felt invisible in his presence and all you wanted was for him to give you just a pinch of attention. You excused yourself while everyone took turns wishing blessings for a long and happy life for Rose.

You pushed through the crowd and went to go toward her room to grab some lighter clothing since she seemed to be burning up in the ones she wore, growing more agitated by the second. Kyungsoo happens to be walking up the stairs already, giving you the perfect opportunity to question him.

"Kyungsoo..."

He turned around and without looking at you, he bowed respectfully and turned on his heels to continue up the stairs, but you rushed and grabbed his arm. He startles and turns around.

"Kyungsoo, please just look at me. Please don't ignore me, I'm starting to break."

He turns to stare, looking at you as if he's disgusted or annoyed with your determination to get him to speak to you. What has he become? What have you done to him?

"Does me looking at you make you feel better? If it does, am I left to deal with my sadness alone?"

"Kyungsoo, I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean what? To make me look at you so I can fall in love with you all over again just so I once again don't get to have you to myself?"

You go to speak up but hear the abundance of approaching voices, so you quickly drag him up the remainder of the stairs against his will. You take him to the opposite side of the castle where you know it's usually quiet and barren.

"I'm sorry for everything that caused this. I never meant for any of this to happen but I love you Kyungsoo and you ignoring me is tearing me apart." You poured your heart out to him when you came to a halt, somewhere in the middle of the empty hallway. "It pains me even more knowing you no longer love me. How am I supposed to live this way if you don't love me?"

"Who…who said I didn't love you?" He paced around in a small section of the hallway and pinched the bridge of his nose. You can tell he was upset, not at you but at what you were saying because he didn't know how to express how he was feeling. "I've never stopped loving you and that's the problem. You want me to look at you darling? Well I want you in my arms every night but I can't have that! I can't even claim my daughter as my own!"

He stopped his pacing and walked over to you and held your face in his hands, desperation all over his face. "You are my always and forever and I can't let anyone know that. I must love in secret in fear of being exiled or killed. Why would I want that for us?"

You were being selfish again. Only thinking about yourself and how easily things can come to you because of who you are and who you're married to. He doesn't have that privilege and never will, things just don't work that way and never has. Why did he have to fall in love with you out of all people? It would have been so much easier if the love was one sided.

"Kyungsoo, I-I..."

He let his lids close gently and he let out a sigh before he closed the space between you. He kissed you like he needed you, wanted you, craved you. Like he hadn't seen you in years and he's finally able to show you just how much he longed for you. You were quickly melting into the kiss, hands travelling up to his neck as his fell to the small of your back. You thanked God for the seclusion, it would be terrible if anyone caught you two now.

He pulled you in closer to him, and your hands caressed his chest. You worked quickly to unbutton his blouse and slide it off his shoulders. His kisses moved down to your neck and he backed you against the wall. Your hands slid down and went to unbuckle his pants. Although no one was around, your mental clock started ticking, only a matter of time before everyone wondered where you had gone. He easily picked you up by the thighs and you held onto his shoulders for support. Your dress settled on your legs and he moved in between them.

He was able to thrust in no problem with the amount of slick that accumulated just from the kiss. It felt so good having him inside of you again, it's been weeks since your last encounter. His thrusts were slow but deep. He was making love to you and didn't care that it had to be up against the wall. He knew what he was doing right now would only make him want you more but ignoring you was becoming insufferable. To feel your legs wrapped around his torso, your skin against his lips, your walls clenching around his dick. It was perfect. Your moans were the tune that charmed the snake, the siren serenading her prey, he was hypnotized.

"Cum for me my love, I can feel you getting closer." If he was going to enjoy this moment, he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. His tongue glided across the side of your neck and his fangs sunk into the skin. The sweet taste of your blood filled his mouth and he moaned as he felt you tighten around him.

There was something about the danger of it all. He could easily drink to his heart's content and leave you with nothing but an empty vessel but he never did and always stopped when your head was on the verge of getting light. He knew just what to do to keep you wanting more and what would be enough to satisfy him. To orgasm like this made up for all the time you missed with him. You weren't going to be the only one to finish, so you dropped to your knees and wrapped your lips around his throbbing length.

"Cum in my mouth Kyungsoo, don't let me forget your taste."

You slid the underside of the head over your tongue as you looked up at him with doe eyes. His hand tangled in your hair and he released in your mouth with a choked moan. He helped you stand and stuffed his dick back in his pants. He placed a kiss on your forehead and rubbed your back, catching his breath along with you.

“Always remember I love you no matter what, but I can’t live the rest of my life knowing you can’t be mine. I want you for as long as we live and you know just how long that is for me.” Your head rested in his hands now and he looked in your eyes lovingly. “When that day comes my love, I will be here ready for you.”

His lips brushed against yours and he smiled when he pulled back. He bowed and walked back down the hallway, leaving you there to collect your thoughts. To others it would seem like not much changed, but to you it felt like you finally had the last piece to your puzzle. He made your days feel complete and with the distance between you this past few weeks, it felt like your days were starting to mix together. One thing was for certain, you were determined to keep the flames of your love ablaze.

A few nights later, you jolted awake some time after midnight. In contrast to when Rose was a baby, you were actually able to sleep through most of the night without her waking up crying. Something felt off though, and you were only going to feel comfortable going back to sleep if you found the reason you were awake. It made your heart race and your anxiety tickle your senses. You looked over at Jongin who slept peacefully next to you.

Throwing the blanket off your legs, you eased your way off the bed and went over to Rose’s crib. Within the dim candlelight you could see the beads of sweat rolling off of her forehead and chest. It was quite cool in the room so sweating was the last thing you expected to see her doing. You carefully placed the back of your hand against her forehead and immediately felt the burning heat emanating from her.

You guess this is what they call “mother’s instinct”, a force and sense of urgency that only a mother would know which brought you from the deepest depths of your sleep. You picked her up and ran her to the bathroom where you quickly ran a tub with cool water, not knowing what else would work. You removed both of your clothing and sat with her, hoping it did something, anything. A new fear emerged, your mind always thinking of the worst outcome before the best. Rose had always been healthy, only catching a cold once or twice, so seeing her here with brows tightly knit together and her mouth agape as she wailed, you knew something was up. You thought nothing of her behavior at the party and now you beat yourself up for not taking note.

“Oh my poor baby…” you let the tears you didn’t know were building, fall down your cheeks and to your chin.

Your mind searched for anything that could help her right now and it stopped on Vivian informing you on the benefits of breast milk. Thankfully Rose didn't push you away, but her fever just would not budge. Eventually it was enough to relax her to sleep and you too dozed off, still sitting with your bare skin against the cold porcelain.

The sound of the door is what woke you up and made you realize you were still where you last remember. Jongin's smile dropped as his eyes adjusted to the sight in front of him.

“What’s wrong? Why are you in here with her?”

You were crying again, Rose still just as hot as she was last night lying on your chest breathing heavily. Jongin helped you rush her to the servant’s quarters where you’d hopefully find Vivian or anyone else who knew of something to treat her with. By this time you were hysterical, clutching onto Jongin’s arm as he laid her down to be examined. Thankfully word spread quickly and Vivian rushed in to check on you and the toddler.

“Something’s wrong Vivian! I don’t want to lose my baby!” Your nose was red, tears old and new streamed down your face and you were starting to hiccup out your words.

“I’m sure she’s okay Princess, we’ve called the doctor and he’ll be here soon. Everything will be okay.” She grabbed your hands within her own and pleaded with her eyes for you to believe what she said, although tears brimmed them.

10 minutes later and two servants came with the doctor, leading him in the right direction. He bowed when his eyes landed on you.

“Princess do not worry, the examination will be quick and thorough and I’m sure we’ll have something to cure her. Please go have a cold drink for yourself to help relax.”

You nodded through sniffles and left out the wooden double doors with Vivian. Kyungsoo rushes down the hallway, stopping you and Vivian in your tracks, looking very concerned when he sees the state you’re in. He bowed and Vivian excused herself to go back in the room with the doctor. He stepped in front of you and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“What’s happening my love? Please tell me.”

“She’s sick Kyungsoo, s-she had a fever all night and I tried sitting in cool water with her b-but it didn’t work and she still has a fever and I’m so scared Kyungsoo!” The words poured out of your mouth faster than you planned and your nonstop tears fell with them.

“Shh shh, she'll be alright, I know she will.” He pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back. He had tears of his own to hold back from seeing you cry and knowing of how dangerous fevers were for his young daughter.

The doctor had long gone and he gave you medicine to give Rose throughout the day. She was fast asleep now but you were scared to take your eyes off of her. Jongin was just as scared as you were and sat and watched her with you. He cared for her deeply as if she was his own and losing her would turn him into a mess.

"My love, you need to eat something. You've been watching her all day but what about you? It's alright, I can watch her so you can relax for a while." He tilted his head with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"I can't leave her, I won't be okay if I do so..." You brushed the few strands that stuck to her forehead and gave her a small kiss. You physically felt like you couldn't move from that spot and if your eyes ventured off of her, you'd miss a crucial part of whatever was going to happen.

He nodded understandingly. "As you wish. I'll go and get you something." He stood and pressed a kiss to your scalp before leaving.

She opened her eyes soon after and stared up at you expressionless. A soft knock on the door broke you out of staring back at her. Kyungsoo enters cautiously and you gesture for him to come over. He held her within his arms and she played with his fingers.

"Has she been recovering?" He questioned and grabbed your hand.

"Not yet unfortunately. The doctor gave me some herbs to give her thrice a day but so far the fever is still quite high."

He looked back down at Rose then back at you. "I think I might know something that can help, do you mind if I try it?"

"Kyungsoo she is your child also, you don't need my permission to help her."

"But I also wouldn't go against your wishes if you said no. It is not my child alone and most importantly you are the mother so I respect however you may feel."

You smiled shyly and he raised your pointer finger to his mouth. You watched as he used his canine to puncture the skin. You mentally winced from the small pain but the feeling was all too familiar by now. The small drop of blood that leaked from the wound, he brought to her mouth and let it drip inside. Her tongue moved around the inside as if she tried to not waste any although it was a singular drop. Her breathing quickened and she panted heavily. She scrunched her nose and squeezed her eyes shut. You watched in awe as two white fangs grew out her mouth and rested on the top of her bottom lip. She opened her eyes and just like you thought, two piercing red ones like the kind you've seen from Kyungsoo stared back at you.

"Kyungsoo look!" You shouted in amazement and he chuckled and nodded his head. You never thought about how different it would be caring for a hybrid child like this but you were thankful Kyungsoo was there to help you along the way.

She sat up in his arms and reached out to touch your face, bewildered by the sudden changes. When her skin touched yours, you realized just how much cooler she felt.

"It worked...Kyungsoo, my God it worked!" You bawled, thankful that you had your healthy baby back. "How'd you know it would help?"

"I wasn't entirely sure but I knew how much faster we heal, she just needed something to awaken that side of her."

Jongin came back in with one of your favorite meals and sat it down next to the bed. You immediately told him of the good news and that Kyungsoo was the reason behind it all. To your surprise, he hugged him tightly and tears dropped onto his shirt.

"I can't thank you enough Kyungsoo, I am forever indebted to you."

"Please, I am only doing what's right. You being my close friend is enough for me." Jongin looked at him and he patted the crying man on the back.

Rose was cured, but it was only the beginning for the sickness that plagued the castle.

Servant after servant, maid after maid, guard after guard, everyone seemed to catch the disease as it quickly spread within the castle walls. It picked and chose for who it became terminal and soon it seemed like a funeral every week. Jongin as king of this castle had lots of hard decisions to make on how to save his people. He worked all day and night, sometimes never leaving his study or finding the time to sleep. He was overworked but he couldn't bring himself to stop when people were starting to drop like flies from this random illness. Apparently it was widespread and people outside the kingdom walls fell prey to it as well. How it ventured into your circle was still a mystery but that was the least of concerns.

You had the available, uncompromised maids make Jongin some tea that would help him relax. You walked to his study with a cup in hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." He said muffled on the other side.

"Jongin, I've brought you some tea. You've been in here for 3 days now my love."

"Thank you my dear wife. I'm sorry I haven't been spending time with you and Rose, it's all so much and I need to do what I can to help"

You walked over to him and he welcomed you in his lap. You rubbed his head and he rested it against your chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and he hugged you tightly.

"I miss lying next to you darling, this desk is so hard and cold." He looked up at you with puppy eyes.

You turned slightly in his lap and grabbed his face in your hands, bringing your lips down to his. His body relaxed immediately and he reciprocated the kiss. His hand slid up your leg and under your dress and he playfully rubbed circles high on your inner thigh. Before he could deepen the kiss, he turned away and broke into a violent coughing fit. You patted his back to offer some assistance, but it didn't seem to help.

"My prince, is everything okay? I'm afraid you're overworking yourself, perhaps you should take a break for today."

“I'm fine, just a cough and you know, that sounds wonderful.” He looked up at you lovingly and smiled. “Let’s go, I will come back for this later."

His eyes didn’t hesitate to close once his head hit the pillow. The fatigue was evident in the bags under his eyes and the limpness of his body. Everyone would agree that everything was scary and happening too quickly. It was as they say, “tell them you love them before it’s too late”, and right now was too late. You thanked the heavens that Rose didn’t die from it but not everyone was so lucky.

You decided to give Jongin some time alone and walked down to Kyungsoo’s room. The castle was bare, you didn’t really have to worry about anyone seeing you. When you reached his room, you knocked three times before he opened it. He looked just as tired as Jongin, his eyes looked at you but more so off into the distance.

“Kyungsoo?” You waved a hand in front of his face to barely see a change in focus through his pupils.

“I can hear them; everyone. All the screams of pain and agony, I hear everything.”

You pushed further into the room and brought him in your arms. “Kyungsoo it’s okay, I’m here…”

His larger frame relaxed as you held him at the foot of his bed. Of course there would be downsides to having such great senses but an experience that you didn’t share was hard to put into perspective; you could only guess what that must feel like. Now you wondered if it was taking a toll on Rose as well. Your heart twinged for them; sympathy being the only thing to offer. You put your hands over his ears and he looked up at you, silently thanking you although you know that barely did a thing.

He grabbed both your hands and placed kisses over all yours fingers. “My sweet girl, you’re so good to me.” He moved his lips down to your wrist kissing each two times, alternating between them. “Why are you so perfect? I'm so scared to lose you.”

He cupped your cheek in his hand, using the other to gently brush your hair behind your ear. He looked at you like you would disappear if he stopped and the idea of that frightened him, seeing as he's helped carry more coffins than he could count. You sat up on your knees and he pulled you into his lap. He caressed your back or massaged your hips, whichever satisfied him the most in that moment. He pulled you in by the nape of your neck to kiss him deeply, to close off his hearing and make him forget. You cupped his head in your hands once again, not skipping to cover his ears.

Everything you did made him fall into deeper depths of love with you. Why did you care for him so much and why was there no one else like you for him? You had to be his forever, he wouldn’t be able to take it if you weren't and would find any way to end his misery. He loved you and promised to make every second with you precious. He got so caught up in your presence and actions that he really stopped hearing everything around him happen. He was turning into putty under your gaze, lips puffy from the kiss. He was done with your lips now, moving down to kiss everything he could reach.

He punctuated each of his kisses to your body with an “I love you”. He slowly stripped you until there was nothing left to remove. You mirrored his actions and rid him of all his clothing. You sat back in his lap and ground your hips against his slowly. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you since the kiss started and he watched your reaction as he teased parts of your body. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, earning a small whimper from you. He held your hips in place and stood up to throw you onto the bed, before climbing in himself. His kisses started at your ankles, taking his time showing his appreciation.

Up your calves, to your thighs and eventually ghosting over your pussy. He teased you, his lips never stopping where you wanted them, but you were patient with letting him go at his own pace; whatever helped shut out the world around him. Finally he spread your lips and dived in, keeping eye contact. He flattened his tongue and danced it over your clit, sucking and biting. That tightness in your stomach you knew all too well started to build in the pit. Your head fell back as your hands threaded through his hair. He added two fingers to the mix, thrusting them in and out at a quick pace, your walls clenching around them.

"K-kyungsoo, fuck, please I'm gonna cum!"

Right before you came, he removed his fingers and stopped sucking on your clit to come up and capture you in a hungry kiss. "Don't cum yet, cum with me okay?"

You nodded and he aligned the head of his dick with your entrance and pushed in slowly. You watched with him as he slid in and moaned when he bottomed out. His thrusts were slow and deep, hitting that gummy spot in you.

"Look at me.." He tilted your chin with his finger. "You love me?"

"Yes...of course." Your mind was fuzzy, the deep strokes driving you crazy.

"Use your words, let me hear you say it." He was just as breathless as you but his pace never slowed.

"I love you Kyungsoo, so much. I'll love you forever and always."

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and sped up his thrusts. If you were close to your orgasm before, you were even closer now. You wanted to wait for him but that was easier said than done. His hand was around your throat now, squeezing tightly. He bent down to kiss you once again and dragged his teeth over your bottom lip. You were clenching hard around him now, waiting for him to give you the okay.

"You want to cum? Cum with me my love."

His thumb rubbing over your clit is what pushed you over the edge, legs shaking and closing around his waist. A few more sloppy thrusts and he pulled out and came on your stomach. He dropped down next to you and pulled you into his embrace. He kissed you on the bridge of your nose and moved the hair out of your face. You laid there with him in silence, eyes threatening to close, but then you remembered Jongin.

"Kyungsoo, I have to go check on Jongin, he didn't look too good earlier."

He sat up on his elbow, clearly looking distressed by your statement. "I told him to take some time to himself, but he's quite stubborn. I'll come with you, maybe I can convince him to let someone else take over for a few days."

You smiled at him and cleaned off before retrieving your clothes that sprawled on the floor. Vivian still had Rose with her so you knew not to worry while she was in such good hands. The journey back to your room felt cold, those same gut wrenching instincts kicking in the closer you got. Unfortunately for you, the feeling wasn't wrong and when you opened the door, you see Jongin slumped over in the bed coughing up blood into his hand.

"NO, Jongin!" You quickly rushed over to his aid, extending your handkerchief. There was already so much blood that it barely cleaned what was left over on his lips. He looked so lifeless with how pale his skin became. "What's happening? Jongin please!"

"No please, go away, I don't want you seeing me like this." He spoke through labored breaths, weakly pushing at your arm to drive you away. "Kyungsoo, take her!"

For a moment you forgot he even followed you in here. He stood in place with wide eyes.

"Kyungsoo please help him! Is there nothing you can do? Can't you help him like you helped Rose?" You begged and pleaded with him, yet he stood stationary.

"I...no, there's only one thing I can do to help but it would take such a toll on him and it would be a burden for you to witness. There's also no guarantee it will work..." He trailed off as he finished his sentence as if it just clicked in his mind what he ultimately would have to do.

"Please Kyungsoo! I'll have to take those chances, just don't let him die!"

You were reliving your fears. Time slowed down and sped up all at the same time, dizzying your brain, shaking your vision. You couldn't lose him. Kyungsoo was important but Jongin was your first love. The man who stuck true to his word from day one and never let his kind heart change. It was now that you regret not spending more time with him if these were his last moments with you. You regret feeling like you weren't giving him your all even though you cared for him down to your soul. But most of all you regret being the cause of all the sadness and sorrow he tried to hide. You needed another chance, a chance to make things as right as they could be.

Kyungsoo looked at Jongin's frail and pale form, brows furrowed. His friendship was on the line before his very eyes yet he felt so conflicted. He witnessed firsthand what would become of the changes he would experience if he went through with the plan. But he wanted to save him and with the way you were crying hysterically next to him, there was but one option he had right now and he could only pray that it actually worked. Time was running out, and Jongin's breathing slowed to a stop. It was now or never.

"O-okay, but you have to leave or else I won't do it." He didn't mean that but he knew how much it would hurt you to see what happened next. "Just trust me."

You nodded hesitantly and stood to leave the room. You left a small crack in the door to peek in. You watched him shakily grab Jongin and cradle his upper half in his arms. He looked down at him, tears painting his cheeks, scared of the outcome. Kyungsoo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, one that seemed to last for days on end. He lifted Jongin's body higher and bared his fangs. He opened his mouth wide and let them sink into Jongin's neck and it almost looked like he was trying to take a chunk of his flesh.

He stilled his movements for a while and when he let go, Jongin took a deep gasp, chest expanding as if his ribs would break. Kyungsoo held his hand in his and watched closely. What happened next made you cover your mouth to stop you from gasping or screaming. Jongin's body convulsed harshly, back arching from the pain that ran through his veins. He screamed in agony, hand clutching his chest. Tears flowed from his eyes as he writhed in pain, screaming, panting.

It was indeed hard watching your husband go through hell. He squeezed on the hand that Kyungsoo provided, trying to find any and every way to help him through this torment. The screaming didn't stop and eventually he resorted to calling out your name and begging for help. That was your last straw. You burst through the door and rushed to his side to coax him through his suffering.

"My love I'm here!" It came out more like a scream to combat the volume in which he was screaming.

His breathing increased more and now he was gasping for air. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his back arched one last time before his chest collapsed and his body grew limp. He was no longer breathing, nothing, still as the night wind. You and Kyungsoo watched him, you grabbing his hand for emotional support. You weren't ready to see Jongin like this, to imagine him in a coffin so soon if he didn't come to. Just when you were about to give up, he started to breath normally as if he wasn't thrashing in pain a few minutes ago. His eyes blinked open, a few tears prickling the sides.

It took him a few moments to get his bearings straight, but he eventually noticed the two pairs of eyes watching him like a hawk. "W-what happened? It feels like I died." He questioned as he sat up and looked between the both of you.

You both breathed a sigh of relief, happy he didn't end up on the side of this not working. He brought a hand up to his head, holding in the pain that throbbed in his brain. His eyes were glossy, blinking to bring him closer to reality. He reached over next to the bed and reached for the tall glass of water, lips plastered together from the lack of moisture. The clear liquid slid down his throat easily in one gulp but still not quenching his thirst. Kyungsoo carefully placed a hand on his shoulder, making him face his direction.

"Jongin that's not going to help. You need to-you need something else."

Jongin looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. Kyungsoo looked over at you and you understood faster than the disoriented man did. He pulled you in by the arms and you tilted your head so he had access to your neck. For the second time tonight, he pierced the skin with his fangs a bit more harshly this time and let the blood drip down to your collarbones. Like a flipped switch, Jongin was quickly lapping up the blood like he had been starved. It wasn't until after you flinched when you felt yourself slipping past the point of no return that he slowed down.

"That's enough Jongin, you're going to make her faint." Kyungsoo nudged him on the shoulder and broke him out of his hypnotic state.

Jongin sat back looking at the blood flow from your veins, not understanding what he's seeing. "W-what have I done?"

"I'm okay, you're okay. Kyungsoo saved you." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders trying to calm down his heavy breathing, the feeling being all too much for him. "Just relax, you're safe now."

He clung to your waist for a while, letting his heart rate slow down before he dared to move. If you asked him a few months ago what he’d be doing now, it definitely wouldn’t have anything to do with being a vampire. This changed so much for him, most importantly how now he was destined to live a life of eternity. But what about you? You were his top choice, his only choice. He wanted you and no one but you, yet your fates have changed in a matter of minutes.

He didn’t want to do it alone, of course Kyungsoo would be by his side like always but his wife, you were his everything. He wouldn’t pressure you, he wanted you to think about it on your own and make the decision for yourself, but god did he want it to happen soon if it were to happen at all. When he finally let go, his body felt normal, like it did just a week ago.

Breaking the silence with his voice felt like accepting the change so he opted for thanking Kyungsoo with a hug for now. He had so many questions, so many things he needed to know but right now he wanted to splash some cold water on his face as one last attempt at waking up from what felt like a dream.

Soon everything was back to its lively self, the sickness having ran its course. Jongin received much praise for how well he handled it on such short notice. His work was far from done, still he relished in his achievements and great performance.

You sat in the red and velvety chaise lounge with gold accents in Jongin’s study, Kyungsoo standing right by his side. They discussed further plans to deal with any similar situations with Kyungsoo being his newly appointed privy counselor.

You watched Jongin so closely now, curious if he’d go through any more changes or if all of Kyungsoo’s hard work would go down the drain. He reassured you saying, “don’t worry love, he’ll be just fine, his time isn’t running out any time soon” but you couldn’t let go of the thought of losing him, especially since you damn near witnessed it just a few nights ago.

You thought deeply about what he said, Jongin was no longer mortal, a perpetual promise of life. It wasn’t a new idea but now your mind couldn’t think of anything besides how scared you’d be dying alone. You had a daughter to worry about and a promise to keep to Jongin and if you were just as immortal, it would be easier to carry through.

“Bite me.” You say jolting from your seat.

Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “What?”

“I want you to bite me too. I can’t be the only one here destined to my grave.”

He glanced over at Jongin who looked back at him. The taller man walks over to you and sits you in his lap.

“Are you sure you want this? I want you to be absolutely sure.” The stern look in his eyes almost made you shy away from your decision but there was nothing that would make you happier.

“I’m sure, I want to be your wife forever and I want our love to be imperishable.”

Kyungsoo walked over now and tilted your chin up, "You saw what Jongin went through, it's not easy. Even though it only lasted for 3 minutes, it feels like years." Jongin hummed in agreement behind you.

Every time you thought about your future, they were in it. Whether you were old or young, they were always there and you didn't want it any other way. As soon as you nodded, anxiety jumped in your nerves making it hard for you to not breathe heavily. The two men looked at each other as if silently making plans and Kyungsoo looked back down at you.

"If you're really sure about this, you need to relax."

As he finished his sentence, Jongin left open mouth kisses to your neck and just below your ear. If this was their plan to get you to relax, it definitely wasn't working. You were already so worked up and they barely did anything. Jongin was at your mouth, tongue exploring inside like he was searching for something and Kyungsoo kissed every inch of exposed skin as he removed your clothes.

All three of you were completely naked within a matter of minutes. Kyungsoo crouched down and threw your legs over his shoulders. His lips were hasty, moving up your inner thighs to eventually land on your pelvis. The little kisses up your stomach gave you butterflies. He joined Jongin at your neck, sucking, licking and biting, prepping the area for what's to come. His fingers were back between your legs and the other had his hands massaging your breasts.

"Are you ready love?" Jongin asks behind you and when you whimper in response, the fangs you were accustomed to sent a surge of pain through your neck.

It felt like hours before they released their grip, the feeling of cold running through your veins making your consciousness slip from you. It was almost scary how fast you were blacking out like they slyly injected anesthesia. Everything soon faded to darkness, you were in a pit of nothingness, floating endlessly. You reached out for stability, anything that made you feel safe, yet you were left grabbing thin air. A bright white light caught your attention, calling you closer.

When you felt within arms reach, it changed to red and your body was viciously pulled down. Now you were falling with nothing to hold onto and apparently nothing to land on. You were suddenly aware of the sharp pain in your neck, feeling much worse than you've ever felt before. It was excruciating and that said a lot as you knew of the pain of childbirth. As hard as you tried to bring a hand up to your neck to bring some relief, your limbs were nowhere to be found. You were falling faster and the pain only got worse to the point that it was hard to find the air in your lungs. You were choking; gasping for any gust of oxygen.

Just as you felt your body make a "crash landing", your eyes opened to you being in Kyungsoo's arms, your legs settled in Jongin's lap. You understood now how you weren't living your life to the fullest. The enhanced sensations were enough to make you believe in magic, you felt spellbound. You've never seen things so clearly, heard things so easily, smelled things so deeply. It was overwhelming nevertheless but the flood of thirst overpowered it all. You tried swallowing the little saliva you had left to hopefully coat your tongue. You sat up, getting nestled in between the two observing men.

"Come here." Kyungsoo pulled you more into his lap, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

He offered his neck to you, ready to be victim to your first feeding. So when your teeth sank into his neck and this first drop of blood hit your tongue, it became clear just how easily he could have let his mind go blank and drink to his heart's desire all those times he gave in to his fierce impulses. You didn't have that type of self control just yet, gulping down the large amounts of the red liquid. He didn't push you away and you knew he wouldn't. He'd let you leave him with nothing but the feeling of contentment from you being the last thing he gets to lay his eyes on before he closed them for eternity. You hesitantly broke away, blood dripping from the sides of your mouth.

"Satisfied?" The look in his eyes was dark and surrounded in a lusty haze. He licked from where the drop ended on your neck and up to your lips where he swiped a tongue over them to slip it into your mouth. He sucked on your tongue to get the remainder and admittedly the action had you throbbing.

Everything felt so much more intense in this state, your senses awakened in the best way possible. Everything you craved from lust to hunger ate away at you down to the bone. He pushed his thumb past your lips and watched you through hooded lids as you sucked like you wanted the skin to fall off. Jongin was at your back, licking up your spine and came to bite down on your shoulder. Has pain always felt this good?

You moaned out a breathy "fuck" when Kyungsoo slowly played over your clit. "Good girl, that's it. Let us take care of you."

He leaned back and lifted you right over his eager dick. A moan fell past your lips as you eased down his length and he thrust up the rest of the way. The grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises tomorrow. Jongin slid a hand up the nape of your neck and gathered your hair within it and yanked your head toward him, making your back arch. He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, frantically moving to your jaw and back. The man under you reached the deepest parts of you with the angle you gave him and you were clenching onto your sanity.

"Couldn't handle the thought of not having this forever my darling?" Jongin's breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine and to your core. "I wouldn't have been able to live without this pussy either."

He snaked an arm around your waist to taunt your clit with his fingers. The pleasure was immense, the salacious sounds being the perfect addition. Kyungsoo pulled out as he reached his orgasm and laid all the way back to bring you higher on his chest. Jongin took the opportunity to push into you without warning and set a merciless pace.

"You're so beautiful love, you're so perfect." Kyungsoo's praises made your head spin. "Be a good girl and cum while I'm watching."

Your walls fluttered against Jongin and he came within seconds. "Don't let it go to waste..." you craned your neck to look at him and you could feel his dick twitch inside you.

He slowly pulled out and watched his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. He used two fingers to fuck it back into you, following your directions. You all calmed down from your high and rested on the long chair; you on Kyungsoo's chest and Jongin using your butt as a pillow.

"Don't forget, we're yours until the end of time." Jongin spoke from his position behind you before quickly falling asleep.

You smirked against Kyungsoo's chest. "Will you stay this time my love?" You looked up at him with heavy lids, hoping he'd answer before you fell asleep.

"Well there's no need to rush, we have always and forever."

You looked forward to it, having your three, soon to be four favorite people in your life for as long as time went on. Though the journey had some rough patches, you finally made it. To the time that you wished for almost two years ago, when you thought you'd lose both men you've come to love.

cr to kgymz for divider

Y’all would never believe how many times I lost connection while writing this 🥲

#kyungsoo smut #exo smut #exo kyungsoo #exo do #exo do kyungsoo #exo kai #exo #exo jongin #vampire #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo x you #jongin #jongin smut #kai smut

63 notes · View notes

doot-boi · 2 months

Text

"But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar"

I think it's no surprise to my followers who pay attention to my silm posting that I love Finrod Felagund's character, but this is the line that sticks with me heavily. Within the Quenta Silmarillion, it is told that all of those Ñoldor caught within the Doom of Mandos and of the Silmarils will "yearn for [their] bodies, and find little pity", which is often taken to mean that none of those who left Valinor would be granted the possibility of returning to physical form, to live in the bliss of Aman (though arguments can clearly be made that only those who participated in the kinslaying were under such a doom, but I choose to ignore that). That's what makes this line so much more impactful to me, along with a more important facet; it's placement in the chapter.

Just 2 pages earlier, at his death, Finrod says it will be long before he is seen again amongst his people, perhaps believing he will not be granted a bodily form until such a time as the rest of the Ñoldor would be. He dies in the darkness of his corrupted tower, and is mourned at length by Beren until Lúthien his love arrives and rouses him, and together their hope is kindled again as the sun rises (a very common theme in Tolkien's works). They honour and bury Finrod atop the island, a tomb to be unchanged until the War of Wrath caused upheaval in all of Beleriand

It's here that this line comes in. His tomb is inviolate until all the land is, but he himself walks with his father, the only of Finwë's sons to remain in Valinor, and that says so many things.

He is one of few, or perhaps the only, Ñoldorin exile to be gifted bodily rebirth. He surpassed the Doom of Mandos (see my 2nd link in paragraph 1)

His father welcomes him home and forgives his leaving

No matter the state of his grave, Felagund is himself unmarred

No timeline is given for Finrod's bodily resurrection, but I choose to believe it is before the end of the First Age (and the fandom wiki agrees, tolkien gateway being more vague), for no other reason than Eärendil. It is because of Finrod, his assistance of and sacrifice for Beren, that the man of Bëor lives long enough to be united with Lúthien in the Quest, and they, along with Huan, are able to retrieve the Silmaril that Eärendil brings to Aman. I consider that Finrod is likely unaware of the success of the Quest, given it seems the rest of Valinor was (or at least they waited for a plea from Middle-Earth before acting on anything). Imagine his wonder, his pride, and his joy, at seeing that not only was the quest successful, but here, 80 years after he died, he sees Beren and Lúthien's grandson-in-law bearing the jewel. I wonder what he would have said to Amarië his love, if he would have remarked in joyous tears that the horrors and the death that led him back into Aman were not faced in vain. I wonder if, taking up his weapon to participate in the War of Wrath, he either sat a moment in sorrow, or in hope, or in some other emotion, considering what lay ahead of him, and as he came home afterwards with many of his kinsfolk, what he felt as he came to the bliss that would last until the changing of the world.

No matter his feelings on the Wars, what his experiences are and what he goes through after his resurrection, we know this:

Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees of Eldamar

#silmarillion #tolkien #finrod felagund #finrod #findarato #findaráto #beren erchamion #beren #luthien tinuviel #luthien #lúthien #finarfin #eärendil #earendil #amarië #one day I will own the lays of beleriand and be even further enamoured with his tale

49 notes · View notes

https-furina · 10 months

Note

hi perse 👋, could i have #28 with kazuha for the event thingy?

✎ one step at a time.

ft. kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

prompt: "gimme your hand."

w.c. 653 words

content: fluff with angst undertones, established relationship, reader has a fear of the sea!, loving boyfriend kazuha as usual

notes: ofc bell! thank u sm for requesting <3 i'm loving these kazu requests - i’m so proud of this one i’m sobbing

white foam froths by your feet, bubbling and tickling at the damp sand beneath it before it retreats, too scared to come further. you find it coincidental that neither you nor the ocean seem to want to touch each other, both too scared of the unknown. you want to touch it, you want curiousity to kill the cat but thoughts swallow you and drown out the curiousity before you can even dip your toes.

kazuha longs for the sea, it calls to him almost as much as his faithful wind. he spends close to months away, sailing the sea and seeing the world. he’d stay at sea his whole life if he could but that would mean ultimately leaving you behind. the white haired male turns to where you stand, eyes locked on how the waves barely reach you. he hasn’t wandered far from you, standing amidst the shallows just enough to wet his ankles. this is where he’s calmest, toes buried in the sand as waves lap at his skin in kitten licks.

“the water’s cold,” he informs you, there’s a mild breeze that sends shivers down your spine as you look up at him with sorrowful eyes, “you’ve got this, just your toes.”

kazuha reassures you every time you do this together. he’s patient, calm, everything you hoped for in a partner when it came to crushing this fear of yours. he was determined to help you overcome it, not only because you so desperately wanted to beat it but also because it would benefit him in the long term.

“zu, i’m scared,” you mumble, kazuha catches it, “do i have to do this?”

“i know you’re scared, love but we’re just trying some exposure therapy. captain beidou suggested it.” kazuha muses as he remembers the alcor’s captain suggesting you expose yourself to the sea first. to show the sea that you are the boss, in her words.

“i don’t think i can do it.” you’re beginning to back away from where you are positioned, ever so close to the waves. kazuha comes forward, shaking his head. he knows you put all your trust in him, always.

“here, gimme your hand.” kazuha takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together intricately for that slither of extra reassurance as he steps backwards into the chilling liquid, leaving you no choice but to follow hesistantly.

one foot, two foot - your feet are swallowed by the sand that the waves hide in their bitter froth. a wave rolls forward and for a moment you almost rip your hand away from kazuha, turning back to the safety of the dry sand but you don’t. kazuha squeezes your hand, a nice reminder that you are not alone as the water hits your feet. you jolt forward into kazuha’s arms, whimpering at the sudden wet feeling you’re left with when the waves dissipate back to the ocean.

there’s a moment of clarity as you begin to realise the huge milestone you’ve just breached. carefully, you pull away from kazuha and warily continue stepping further into the water. you are unwilling to let go of your partner’s hand, keeping him as a lifeline as you submit to your sudden boldness.

“i’m doing it! zu, my feet are in the water!” your feet are completely submerged under the water, your eyes lit up like paper lanterns as you exclaim excitedly to the male, who’s already watching you with a look of pride on his face. he smiles at the grin that crosses your face, your hand leaving his as you crouch to dip your fingers into the sea.

“yes! i’m so proud of you, love.” he beams as you stand once more. there’s a moment of shared joy as you stare at each other, wordless in the excitement vibrating at your fingertips as he pulls you to him, pressing his lips to yours in a bittersweet kiss.

#— 🧁 sugar ‘n’ spice #https-heizou #genshin x you #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin fluff #genshin x reader

77 notes · View notes

volterran-wine · 11 months

Text

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @itskelaufeyson: “Hey, hc and one shots are open again.and I hope you’ve relaxed on your break. I promised that I would request something happy with time so here is it;Felix had an eye for a beautiful girl back when he was human. He was turned and over time forgot about her. Than on a mission he runs into her again, and feels the pull. They obvious understand each other with being from the same century and having been waiting on a mate all there life.You can make it as cute as you want, this time I don’t want you to suffer ☺️ as always love you work and this little corner you created on this website.”

Greetings friend, I feel I owe it to you to to finally reply to this request; after all it has been some time. Fun fact; in Felix’s official backstory... there is a young woman he very much loved... more on that in an upcoming fanfic.

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! Some angst, because it is me.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

— 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

Felix never enjoyed letting his thoughts linger on the past, for nothing could be found there except bloodshed, shame and a broken heart he would carry into eternity itself. He had put down his gladiatorial sword, and in turn put on a cloak deep as night in order to repay a debt tenfold.

However, there would always be shrouded memories, a sense of longing that would tug at heartstrings he had no use for. His fellow guards would notice, though Felix was gentle and kind towards them; the joy never quite reached his eyes. That was the life he chose, and those around him could do nothing more but shoulder his burdens if they were fortunate enough to get close. They would always break under the pressure.

Two hundred years would pass before he would understand the sorrowful sentation in his heart. Time had not been kind on him, nor her. It was but a whisp of a memory, a face he had once held dear - that much he knew. Corin had been with him that day, shouting that they had to move faster across the fields of wheat in order to find shelter during the day. On the horizon stood another of their kind however, and for the first time in a century Felix felt fear.

The second his eyes met hers an unbearbale pain took root in his chest, the gentle tugs at his heartstrings now felt like an unbearable pull. As if the woman on the horizon would stop at nothing until his heart was in her hands, crystallised and coated in sweet venom.

As the world fell away around him Felix marched forward, Corin’s shouts of exasperation did not reach his ears: for his focus had shifted entirely. The woman began her approach, although it was slower and more weary once she saw the cloaks they bore proudly across their shoulders.

The memories did not all return, but now seeing her up close brought to mind the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard, pomegranates cracked open and shared, the merry tunes played on the lute as he watched her dance until the break of day. Memories of a promise he never thought he could fulfil also came to mind, and Felix smiled.

It all brought him back to the brief conversation they had shared before he was thrown to the pits, as venom pooled into his eyes he could not contain the chortled laugh that escaped him. With trembling hands he reached out to grasp one of hers for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He would miss her warmth, but he soon found it again in eyes that burned bright as the fires of home.

“Felix...” “I found it.” “What did you find?” “Elysium.”

#Felix Volturi #Felix Volturi Headcanon #Twilight #Twilight Renaissance #Do not mind me I am just weeping gently in my office

65 notes · View notes

enc95 · 7 months

Text

Kiri is braiding his hair. "What are they talking about?"

"Dad what's you want to come back to us." Her hands pause. "I miss you so does Lo'ak and Neteyam."

"I know." He leans back fully in her lap. " You have a mom and dad there and a mother here. I don't. When your dad holds you do you feel safe?"

She nods her dad was great in his arms, she never felt afraid. "Does anyone in the village make you feel safe?"

"One person but they wouldn't want me."

"Oh I think you might be surprised." A woman says her in playful voice.

The two gasp. "Mama!"

Kiri stands jumping into the blue blue arms of Grace. Spider blushes; it was rare that any adults saw him being that affectate with Kiri. It wasn't looked down upon; many Na'vi kids had close friendships like theirs but Spider was Spider. Kiri was all smiles as she cuddled with the woman. "Mama I missed you."

"Oh my pretty girl I've been here." The two nuzzle each other. "I came to help your friend."

Spider gets really red now. "Me?"

Holding out a long hand she leads them to the fighting adults. Slywanin has a murderous look in her eyes. Tsu'tey was holding her back. Jake had said that he would look after Spider. "You! You didn't make him a songcord!"

Spider leans into Grace's leg hiding himself. It made him feel very sad that he didn't have a song chord. That others got to wear a record of their life with the pretty beads and smooth rocks. He asked Norm if he had anything like that. He showed him a medical file it made him feel worse. The feeling only deepened when Nash and Mary started a Baby Box with their first kid.

"Children!"

They all stop yelling, especially seeing the wide eyes of Spider with tears. Jake softens. "You're right."

Slywanian crosses her arms. “I know I’m right you shxwang.”

"I have heard Eywa,” Grace says, ending the conversation. “She said while Spider may stay if he chooses. But if he wants to return he may do so with her blessing."

"What kind of blessing?" Kiri ask still holding Mothers her neck.

"Spider at his return will be able to breathe air, to eat the foods of the Na'vi." Her hand caresses his face. "He'll be a Na'vi soul in human form."

"Really?" Both Kiri and Spider ask.

Sylwanin even looks taken aback. She motions for Spider to join her. He does so climbing into her arms. "Why would she do that?"

Grace has a sorrowful look as she strokes Kiri’s hair, seeing her daughter grow gave her more joy then she ever had in life but it tore her heart to hear Kiri calling Neytiri mother. Even though her student had done and continued to do a wonderful job as her parents. “Because we are dead and these children are not. In the world they will live and grow. All any mother wants is for her child to grow into an adult to live a full life.”

“My love we have to think of him.” Tsu’tey says his hand on Sylwanin's back.

Spider for the first time did want to go back but he was in the arms of a woman who had so easily accepted him as her child. Even if he was back there, who would do that? Part of what made this place heaven was that when people died they had no problems. His father had sent many of them here but they were here forever safe with the ability to see loved ones. The ones left behind could see them too. She was holding him her hand on his head as if to shield him from the choice.

Jake steps forward. “Spider?”

The boy hides in the hair. “Please make him leave.”

Tsu’tey glares at him. “You can go now Jake Suli comes back with these gaudiens.”

The man felt like he’d been slapped back into the world which he kinda had been. Kiri joines him a moment later. Her head on his thigh, her round amber eyes looking at him. “Daddy you are gonna find Spider a parent here right?”

His hand pets her head. “I’m tryin’ baby girl.”

*************************************************

Jake had said the site of the old shack was not to be visited. It was a place of darkness where the demon lay. The shame of not burying the dead was a punishment the last they could give. She came here before she watched him rot. The smell was horrible. She had been pregnant then. Being so young she needed to see the monster rot. It was the only way she knew that her child would be safe.

She was back again.

“Demon?” Not touching him she could hear him.

“ Hello Mrs. Sully, long time, how is my Boy?” He was in the still air.

She turns defensive of the child, “He is not yours.”

“ Oh who does he belong to then? No one wants him, he'll grow-up one day, you know this.”

“No,” Her hand is on the knife, her voice tight with anger. “He is blessed.”

There was a derogatory laugh. “ Come on now you don’t believe that. Anything that comes from me is bad. We both know that why you come here.”

“No,” She screams it out the word echoes in the still air. This demon was nothing but bones how did he still have power over her. “No.” It's a softer sound now when she was called Spider, a demon he never tried to defend himself. He would just leave to shed his tears in silence. Neytiri knew the words hurt but now she knew just how much. “You are dead.”

A branch snaps she draws her arrow, shooting it into the darkness. That mocking tone speaks again. “ I might be dead but you're the one who keeping here.”

“What?”

“I live in your mind dearling, you might have killed my body but here I’m alive here.” A pain sparks in her mind; it hits hard, forcing her to her knees.

A mother nantang comes out the brush dropping the arrow at her feet, with her is a trio of pups sniffing the remains. These animals had never known the man in the metal suit. Spider didn’t know him either, she sits by the bones watching the pups play over them.

"No." She impales the arrow into the ground feeling a weight come off of her body; it was like heavy stone had been placed on her shoulders. Standing the animals run. “Demon, you are dead I kill you.”

That night as the people gather for the meal Mo’at stands before them. “My People I have a story. It was many years ago long before our grandparents' parents were born. It was a time of war among two clans whose names are only to the Great mother now. One clan was victorious in this battle leaving only one child alive from the enemy clan.”

Lo’ak and Neteyam lean into Jake's side as Kiri safe in Neytiri’s arms shutters at the loss of a whole clan. “Why is she telling this story?”

“It is a lesson ma Jake.” Eywa had spoken her storm was readying them for the change to come.

“This child was brought back to the clan's territory but he was never made a child of these people. He lived the life of a ghost never truly being seen as one of them. It planted a bitter seed in his soul. Forbidden from even sharing the site of the Great Mother so he couldn’t even find peace with his ancestors.” She pauses, letting the words sink in the home that they have a connection to the past.

“It was only when he reached the age of manhood that he was sent out into the world. However with no clan to teach him he soon found himself starving. The bitter seed sprouted into hunger for vengeance.” A wind whips the fire sending bits of ash into the crowds. “He knew he would be dead so he returned that night. Setting the whole village on fire, the screams heard for miles around the story trusted the tshaki of each surviving clan. It is a truth that even the youngest among us must understand.” Her eyes are pointed to her daughter. “A child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

“Why?” A voice says from the back of the crowd. “Why do you tell us this story now?”

Looking at Kiri Jake stands. “Spider. The humans have abandoned him…they would be content to let his body fail to leave him with the Great Mother.”

Whispers break out he was human but a child. Children were not meant to die so young had he been one of them he would still wouldn't be allowed outside the village. They are all silenced with a rise of Mo’ats hand. “It is true Ewya in her infant grace has seen fit to give him a gift. Should Spider return to us he will be changed, able to eat our food and breathe our air.”

“Who will care for him?”

“He is cursed.”

“He is blessed.”

“Who can even love him?”

“Not even Trouk Maktu had taken the boy.”

“My people.” Her voice is raised again. “Be calm, for I have chosen to take him as my son. He will live with me under my protection. I know some among you are blinded by the actions of his father and mother. He was babe when our home fell. Spider was born here and he chose to live as we do. Eywa has spoken who will speak against the mother.”

There are nods between people in agreement. Jake moves swiftly, “I was once a human I chose to leave behind. You let me be my people. Human science couldn’t make Spider Na'vi Eywa know him; she says he is her son. I will gladly call him brother. It was my arrogance that has robbed me of calling him my son.”

Eyes turn to Neytiri, all eyes as even Spider in the old tree see’s her safe in Slyawanins arms. “I will accept him as my brother.”

As they move to sleeping pods, Mo’at stops her daughter. “Did you mean that daughter? Would defend him?”

“I will.” The words flow out her mouth as smooth as if she was talking about her own children.

Mo'at nods that it was a lesson painful to learn. Holding a piece of wood Mo'at nods. "You are the eldest daughter, it is your responsibility to make weapons for your siblings. Will you make your brother a bow?"

I was the wood of an old hometree, they had taken as much of it as possible. Everyone who lived got a bead made from the tree. The shared loss of their home. Taking the wood it was small his bow would be small even as an adult it would be child size. Putting her hands over her mothers the two locked eyes. "It will be my honor mother."

As the rest of the tree sleeps Spider holds onto his pseudo parents. “I don’t know what to do now? I love you both.”

“We love you too, we always will find you here all the time.” The man says even his voice is thick with tears.

Slywanin holds him breathing in the scent of the boy, all her life she dreamed of being a mother raising sons with Tsu’tey in peace was all she wanted. Now she had a taste of it. “Grace is right, you can grow there.”

His mind goes back to the fire there where people who didn’t like that Spider would come back. A human pet was a fine thing but a human son that was not tolerated. “Not everyone will like me.”

“Most will and do. There has never been sky na’vi before you are a miracle.”

Spider made his way the next morning to Trudy’s shack. There was nice music playing in the room. She had given him a cookie. “I didn’t think it would be this hard. I’ve never been wanted by anyone now I have to two woman ready to be my mother.”

“Your mother wanted you. Paz could have gotten rid of you but she didn't. She was willing to spend eighteen years here to raise you. It's why she fought on the side of the RDA, she didn’t care about the company she wanted you to live.”

He nibbles on his cookie. “Why can’t she be here too?”

“Spider our actions have a cost good bad in between we all get judged.” She lets him sit with her words.

It wasn’t fair Pandora wasn’t a place for human kids. Paz knew that the RDA wasn’t set-up for kids the handful of times that a woman did get pregnant she would abort. A few tired to make it to term but they didn’t make it. Paz said that any kid of hers would be too tough to kill coming from the droughtlands of Southern California. She grow-up hustling water as every oz was needed for crops. Quaritch was from the delta storms that would come in, washing away whole towns; both of them were too stubborn to let earth kill them. It was that the offspring of that pair would near indestructible. Hell technically he was brain dead but here he was eating in her kitchen.

*************************************************

Norm was pacing when Jake landed; it was nearly an eclipse. The last scan had shown his brain was starting to atrophy. They had been working his legs and arms while his body had started to fail. "Finally did you find someone? Is he coming back?"

Jake smiles. "Mo'at. She said she would take him." His face goes through a few shades of red. "And your mate was okay with that?"

"Yeah." In fact she was making his bow now. "Brother you're about to lose your shit."

Mo'at was good as tsahki she does hold power in the village. It would protect Spider he was anxious about Spider being so far from them. Really from him since Norm had spent the last three years rising him. Here he was an orphan his Dad was an asshole but not the demon that Na'vi saw him as. Spider living close to the village alone he hoped that the boy would miss the compound enough to visit. At least he would come a few times a week for human lessons. "That's good Mo'at is good."

Now for the hard part. "Grace was me when I was with him. Eywa said…" Don't be a pussy Sully his marine voice says. "She said that when Spider returns he'll be different."

Turning from the pacing Norm is slightly paler. "Different?" He was expecting that his mind was in another realm even Jake came back different. It took time for him to adjust. "How is it different?"

Ewya said that she would change him so that he could breathe our air and eat our food." Nothing, no sound comes from the norm. Peering down Jake isn't sure the man is breathing. The mask is hissing but the chest isn't moving. He pokes him. "Norm?"

His eyes dim then he takes a huge breath. "Okay. I think my brain shorted out for a minute. I thought you said Spider our human Spider will be able to breathe the highly toxic air that almost killed you."

"And eat the food."

The short laugh norm lets out is more like a horrified gasp. "The food that causes our hearts to stop or tumors on the liver or the stuff that paralyzes our lungs that's what he can eat?"

"Yeah."

"And if I say no." His breathing was almost at panic level.

Now Jake crosses his arms. "Norm you one of the tallest here and I inspect but my six year old is about to be taller than you. How would you stop me?"

It takes him a minute to think it over. "Fine but I will be living in the shack for a while making sure his transition goes smoothly. If he even gets one rash I'll bring him back here."

Holding out his hand. "Fair."

Max and a few other trusted friends, the one carried for Spider who visited him, loaded the boy into the helicopter. They all share a look, no matter what happens when they get there Spider won’t be theirs’. In truth they had done the best they could; they hoped it would be enough to have called the boy back. Nina, a chemist , had removed the paper gown putting the twsin on his body. “He ever liked human clothes.”

“To be fair he didn’t wear them when he was a baby.” Asher said thinking of the baby Spider running in the lab with just a diaper. Those early years of learning how to cut clothes to child size made of Spider’s early childhood years spent in oversized t-shirts. When they finally managed to get a pair of shorts he hated them.

Max had let out the locks, the curly hair hung like a veil of gold rings. “Our wild man.”

Jake stood before the tree of souls it was pulsing as the village members sat in the circles. All the adults had come either it was respect for mo’at, fear of Eywa or just because it was right. The children and teenagers stood to the sides watching. Kiri, Lo’ak and Neteyam are at the center. Mo’at sets them in semi-circle. “Be strong he will be laying here Lo’ak you hold his hand on his left. Neteyam you will hold the right.”

Both boys nod. “We will.”

“Kir when they lay him down I want you to put your hand on his heart guide his soul back.”

“I won’t let him stray away.”

Spider sat on the rock that he and Kiri liked most; it had a smooth flat surface big enough for the two of them to sit on. Now it was him and Slywanin, she was painting him, “Thanks but I can’t take anything with me.” He looks over at Tsu’tey. “Right?”

The man holds a bead that was carved by a father for a son. “I don’t know, my son.” He puts the small piece of red amber in his hand. He had carried the amber with him since he was a young boy. His father had found the amber saying it was part of a large chunk that he carved his brother's beads from; this was the last piece meant for his child. “The great mother tells us that all energy is connected. I was buried with this but like you I think it's time it needs to return to the people.”

Spider held it like it was fragile glass, his eyes well with tears. “I don’t have a songcord.”

Kissing the top of his head his spirit father looks him in the eyes. “You will.”

A atrokinria floats down to the rock Slywanin nods like was speaking. “You follow it back.”

He hugs them both. “I’ll come back here and tell you all about training.”

Tsu’tey lets out a hard breath. “Don’t listen to everything Jake Suli says he might be toruk makto but was a sky master.”

Knowing the change in her sister Sylwanin gives the boy encouragement. “My sister will try to mend her past mistakes.” Her blue hand is on his chest. “Listen to your heart, it will tell you when it's mended.”

“I will.” He promises holding the bead in his hand he walks forward into the unknown. Like the day he fell he’s alone still not afraid. This time he knows who is with him, she is in the air a cool breeze that soothes the body on a hot day. The whiff of the warm fire after a cold morning of gathering mushrooms. Feeling his arms get heavy he hears a new sound, the voice of Mo’at she is calling. Each step is like moving in knee deep mud. Thinking he was almost there he fell on his back. The woodsprites surrounded him.

#avatar #fanfic #miles spider socorro #james cameron avatar #ao3 writer #atwow fanfiction #neytiri #grace augustine #spider socorro

27 notes · View notes

riseofamoonycake · 1 year

Text

The Light Side of The Moon

🌙 Pairing: Rudra x Moon goddess!reader

🌙 Setting: post Ragnarok

🌙 Warnings: mention of wine, sex (oral, penetration), nudity, death.

To @seijuuns-fantasy. You deserve it, thank you for waiting so patiently!

Part 1 of 4: A Shining Problem. Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Summary: Where you are a moon goddess of immense power (like Tanit), but motherly, gentle and, after sorrowful relationships, afraid to fall in love again; but love comes to you anyway.

And he has four arms.

🌖🌕🌘

“Guys! Make room, he’s here!”

When Varna opens the doors wide and breaks into the elegant chamber, everybody jolts.

The place, full of deities busy in chattering, laughing and enjoying the summer evening and the party thrown by Shiva, becomes more and more silent as the gods and goddesses of the Hindu pantheon lower their voices in a whisper or hush themselves in surprise, and they all stare at the God of Water in wait.

Indra stops smoking and his hand remains suspended in mid air, as if he had become a statue by spell, while you interrupt the conversation with Brahma and Vishnu and turn your head slowly, a cold shiver running down your spine. What’s happening?

It is the same feeling as when the heavy rain is coming and you can’t see the moon, her peaceful shape lost behind the clouds: not an unbearable or painful sensation, but a light wave of melancholy and sadness.

Your throat is suddenly dry, so you take a sip of wine from the chiseled cup in your hands and frown nervously, while looking at Varna.

The friendly god is taking deep breaths and smiling, supported by the general cheering and encouragement; when he can finally speak again, his smile becomes wider. You notice that he is searching for someone among the crowd; and when he sees you, he stops and his eyes seem to laugh in joy. “Nobody was expecting it, but he really came― Rudra! Rudra is back, he’s here!”

Rudra.

Somehow, you manage not to spit the wine in someone’s face.

The cheeks on fire, you swallow the lump of wine and saliva in your mouth, frantically looking round the chamber for an escape route; doing so, your eyes cross Brahma’s gaze, who notices your sudden agitation and approaches you in a few seconds.

“(Y/N), are you fine? You are turning pale.”

“I… I need hair. Fresh air” is all you can say without losing all self-control; but your thin voice and uncertain words are buried by the chaotic mess that follows the news, so you find yourself sinking in a cacophony of noises and voices, the growing turmoil that competes with your thunderous heartbeat. It seems to want to break your rib cage and flesh, your dress and even your soul, and at this thought you can’t hold back a tear: you can’t stop it, you can’t stop nothing.

Rudra is back, and I have to go. I have to run away, quickly.

Dazed, stunned by many emotions, you take a few steps back, bumping into someone you don’t recognize; a pair of arms grab you as you trip over your feet, someone frees up a seat for you and helps you sit down, and you realize it only when the view changes and then your eyes widen.

“I shouldn’t be here”, you repeat to yourself like a chant, a magic spell that can make you escape from this place, “I shouldn’t be here”; but nobody is listening to you, because everyone is looking at those damned doors, now in front of you.

“I shouldn’t be here”, you murmur one more time, addressing who is about to appear on the threshold.

I’m not ready for you. I’m not ready for your gentle smile, for your warmth, for your strong presence.You are here and I have to leave, if I want to save myself. There’s no room for both, here.

When finally the god who everyone awaits enters the chamber and opens all his arms in a big embrace, the sweetest expression in his face and a million stars in his eyes, you feel like the weakest creature the Heavens have given birth to.

... But, to be honest, you are neither weak nor miserable at all.

You are (Y/N), the Great Moon, the powerful goddess of a mighty city that lasted for millennia, birthplace of kings and queens, rulers, warlords, sailors, sages, poets, and everlasting wonders.

Your city has fallen a long time ago, and still your name is spoken, your power remembered, your divine figure adored; there are prayers in your honor, old and new, and in many temples and religious places, under the cover of new religions, people still worship you and rely on your healing arms.

Your children go and other children come, all seeking your guidance and maternal light; and among the deities, you are no less respected and admired, and known for your great heart.

When someone is in need and calls, you answer; you come and listen, comfort, help, nourish, bringing the clarity of the moon to those who have lost the path.

Only a few know your dark side, the other face of yours: you are the Moon, therefore you are Light and Darkness, birth and destruction, sorrow.

It was the sorrow, the greatest pain, that led you to the Hindu pantheon; because only with a broken heart you could drown yourself under a storm and accept the rain, the cold water and the loneliness without a single word.

You are the Moon: you are a goddess, yet you are aware of what it means to be consumed by the obscurity, to sink into it, to bathe in the blackness and the void… and what it means to remerge, to grow, to be whole again.

Only two times you made this journey, the death of your soul and the rebirth: the first time you healed yourself without any help, spending time with the silence and your bleeding heart, your voice and their voice. Your opponents were strong and had sharp teeth, but you managed to defeat and to cure them, like the mother you are.

The second time… the second time, you nearly lost your most precious treasure: yourself.

This story is like a legend among the deities, at least those who know it: the goddess (Y/N) almost killed by love… by the love for a human.

No one knows the whole truth: neither Indra, the first to meet you in one of the most terrible thunderstorms that humankind remembers, nor Shiva’s wives, the goddesses who took care of you when the God of Thunder entered the same chamber where you are now, covered in scratches, bruises and bite marks and carrying a creature cloaked in a pulsating blackness: you, wrapped in your tears and nightmares, like a dying planet or a messenger of Hate.

You don’t remember much about the battle you had against Indra, how he defeated you and dragged you to Shiva and the other gods; and you can’t estimate the amount of kindness Parvati, Kali and Durga, with the help of the others, showered on your open wounds, step by step, because it is as huge as the ocean that bathes the ruins of your beloved city.

In the blink of an eye, gods and goddesses of many pantheons came to know that Lord Shiva and the other Hindu deities were taking care of the Great Moon; many of them angered when they heard your story and offered their strength and powers to avenge you, but you choose the silence for the second time in your existence, while the Hindu pantheon made the rest protecting you, sheltering you from the ravenous clouds over your head.

The Mother became a child, but no one blamed her for it; and with the help of your new friends and family, taking your time, slowly but steadily, in the end you emerged from your greedy darkness to shine again, brighter and brighter.

Now you are more powerful than before, wiser, happier: you don’t fear loneliness anymore, now you know very well that there will always be a place for you here, in the Hindu pantheon, and this gives you strength… and still, you are afraid of something.

Love.

The bond intertwined with sorrow.

The feeling that destroys.

The end of all things.

For centuries and centuries love has forgotten you, allowing you to breathe; but now, now its burning breath blows into your throat and binds your heart with chains, laughing at all your weakness.

You know it very well: and you won’t forgive it for taking the form of Rudra, the quiet, gentle and protective Rudra.

No, you won’t forgive it at all.

🌒🌕🌘

For many deities, Rudra was, is and will be a benediction.

The God of the Storms is a breath of fresh air: he is a new beginning, a leading hand, a friend, an inspiration.

He is confident, loyal and polite, and kind: the proof is the serene laughter that leaves his mouth when he sees all his friends and they gather around him to welcome him, greeting, making a thousand questions, hugging.

He sees the dreams of those who he loves and goes the extra mile to help them get to the top; his devotion to his own ideals is a light for everyone, and if the Hindu pantheon is now a family, it is also thanks to him.

Tonight, after a long wandering of his, the god has a smile for everyone, words, memories to recall and to share, thoughts and little presents; it takes him an hour to come to you and his closest friends, but in the end he is in front of you all, his gaze filled with joy and expectations.

Seated between a quiet Indra and a more than enthusiastic Varna, you couldn’t escape even with the fastest legs in the world, so you resigned yourself to stay a few moments and assumed your most serene expression, hoping that no one notices your accelerated heartbeat; but while you smile back at Rudra and greet him in a low, soft tone, your eyes meet and in the depths of your soul something arises, and resounds in the way you stand up and hug him with more impetus than necessary, without rationally wanting to but not being able to hold yourself anymore.

Immediatly, the god responds hugging you with all his arms and gently shaking and cradling you, his giggles piercing your mind and soul.

He softly kisses your forehead, and then looks at the light you are emanating: he has traveled everywhere, wandering, discovering things never seen before, but no matter how many people he has met and sunrises he has admired, he has never found a clarity similar to yours.

Right now, you are lighting up the large room: the walls reflect your essence like mirrors, you make them shine like diamonds.

Wrapped in your long purple gown, your hair braided with little golden chains and lifted up to reveal the neck, in his eyes you are beautiful like the summer moon or a nocturnal sun: and you are here, in his arms, leaning against his protective body and strong heart, begging for another embrace.

Until now, you didn’t know how much you craved it ― but this is wrong, it is forbidden to you.

Forgive me for everything.

“(Y/N)?” Slightly concerned and confused, Rudra stares at you while you suddenly break away from him and step back, and you put on a weak smile, but without looking at him. You can’t.

“I’m sorry”, you murmur, “but I can’t breathe anymore, I-I have to go away. I… good night Rudra, good night to you all, and welcome back.”

Not waiting anymore, you run away with all the strength you have left, as fast as you can. You only think about running and leaving behind everything and everyone you can’t have, and eventually you find yourself far enough away from dangerous companies.

It’s for the best, you repeat to yourself: even if you feel your heart aching and the tears drown your eyes, it’s for the best.

Now you have to convince yourself of it.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok rudra #snv rudra #rudra ror #rudra record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie rudra #record of ragnarok x reader #snv x reader

97 notes · View notes

desaturatedd · 1 year

Text

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 . ( a collection of sentence starters from baccano! volumes 6 & 7 — the slash . )

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 .

❛ i may be a child, but... i'm not here to play around, you know. ❜

❛ do you really think an excuse like that will work? ❜

❛ if i told you to kill someone, could you kill them? ❜

❛ unfortunately, i am not kind. ❜

❛ you're like a fantastically, magnificently crazed angel. ❜

❛ that blade is your compañero — your partner. ❜

❛ as a favor to this wacky young guy who believed in my skills and asked me to, i came here to kill you! ❜

❛ i want to wait here a little longer, just a little longer. ❜

❛ calm down, please... are you all right? what on earth happened here? ❜

❛ i don't think i deserve that vengeful glare you're giving me. ❜

❛ here i went to all that trouble to save you, and you don't grateful at all. ❜

❛ that glare you're giving me is far, far more real than the earlier one. that's not just hate. that's real anger, mixed with the fear of losing something. ❜

❛ you lack concentration. you're neglecting your training; that's why these things happen. ❜

❛ i wonder.... if this is a sort of karma laid down for us immortals. ❜

❛ show a little gratitude, would you? ❜

❛ in other words, you're a failure. ❜

❛ you exist just to get exploited. ❜

❛ you wanted to know whether, just maybe, you would find joy in stealing and destroying what others had built up. ❜

❛ and? how was it? how did it feel to steal what they worked so hard to create? ❜

❛ is it even possible to get over the past or give up emotions by yourself? ❜

❛ people have the power to get rid of sorrow and pain by themselves. ❜

❛ no wonder he managed to steal my heart with such panache before i even noticed! ❜

❛ long story short... they're our sacrificial pawns. ❜

❛ do you believe in ties that can never be cut, no matter how badly people are wounded or how much pain they're in? ❜

❛ i want to believe there are things that will never, ever break, no matter how much pain someone takes, or how badly they're wounded. ❜

❛ someday, i'm sure somebody will hurt and break me too, you know? i'm prepared for that. ❜

❛ the folks behind me are my friends, and you can just ignore them. ❜

❛ i'll get right to the point — do you people want to become immortal? ❜

❛ i think this is probably going to hurt a lot, so i'll apologize now! i'm sorry! ❜

❛ why did ____ start saying complicated stuff all of a sudden? ❜

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 .

❛ you never put your life on the line, so there's no way you could know how i feel! ❜

❛ i wanted to find a new friend in this new town. ❜

❛ those guys were planning to get rid of you fellas from the very beginning. ❜

❛ if i wasn't telling you this stuff, you'd have been on your way to the afterlife before you even knew what hit you. ❜

❛ she don't look like it, but she's a monster who's killed lots of people. ❜

❛ she's got nothing to do with this. ❜

❛ whatever happens to you, it's no skin of my nose. ❜

❛ we're a band of psychotic weirdos. ❜

❛ it's okay. don't you worry about a thing. i'm here. ❜

❛ i won't let 'em lay a finger on your friends. ❜

❛ i hate troublesome stuff. let's just be direct here. ❜

❛ no matter what you're planning, now that i'm here, there won't be any problems. ❜

❛ no matter what a snot-nosed kid like you tries to hide from me, i seriously doubt it could damage my life. ❜

❛ so if you want to use me, you just go right ahead. because i'm gonna use you right back. ❜

❛ long story short — i can do anything. ❜

❛ i don't really have to explain this situation, do i? ❜

❛ see, right now, i seriously have no idea what to do. ❜

❛ that twisted bastard loves watching people suffer. ❜

❛ the death of a good friend. in life, that sorrow is a wall everyone must overcome someday. you can't stay sad forever. ❜

❛ the state of your brain makes me sadder than anything. ❜

❛ what am i to you? ❜

❛ no matter how many friends i make after this, i seriously doubt i could make a better friend than you. ❜

❛ if i disobeyed ____, would you kill me? ❜

❛ in a way, ____ deserves respect for having raised you to be this twisted. ❜

❛ you're curious about that group, aren't you? ❜

❛ you're a 'friend' i can't manage to shake. ❜

❛ it's a little late to worry about the impression we're making on people, you know? ❜

❛ you're trying to finish this job up with a bang and boost your confidence. ❜

❛ although i don't get 'feelings', i do kinda understand 'emotions'. ❜

❛ didn't you ever think i might be tricking you? ❜

❛ right now, we'll cling to any power that will keep us alive. ❜

❛ as long as you're alive, you can make a comback. ❜

❛ i mean, compared with me, 99.99999 percent of the world is weak. ❜

❛ someday i'm going to cut you down, too. ❜

❛ i was just surprised. that's incredible. you can be proud of that. i'm almost never surprised. ❜

❛ if it were fine, they wouldn't have gotten kidnapped in the first place, right? ❜

❛ how do you want me to answer that? ❜

❛ i keep myself from knowing the future. ❜

❛ i told you i l'd learned all sorts of things about you, remember? i know everything about you. ❜

❛ tell me of the world you wish for, of all the malice you hold toward this world. ❜

❛ welcome to dreamland — but it's nightmares only. ❜

❛ i'll be your hostage. ❜

❛ i apologize for temping you. ❜

❛ even empty bravado is impressive when you take it that far. ❜

❛ i was the one who should have died, so... i'm paying for that. ❜

❛ looks like you underestimated us. ❜

❛ nature can be so whimsical. that's why i love it. ❜

❛ i bet you didn't think i was watching the scenery reflected in your eyes, did you? ❜

❛ god might actually love you. ❜

❛ there's no god anywhere in the world. the only one's inside me. ❜

❛ i get to retire from being a loser a lot faster than you losers. ❜

❛ i couldn't... think of any way to protect ____ other than killing. that's all it was. ❜

❛ you're a bigger scumbag than i thought you were. ❜

❛ i think the world's pretty small — but that does mean it's pretty deep, doesn't it? ❜

❛ i'm sorry. please take your anger out on me. ❜

❛ when i look at you, i think i can sense family ties, just a little... i'm going to use them, though... i'm sorry. ❜

❛ right now, i think i almost understand what you're feeling. ❜

❛ i've had folks say they'd curse me more than a hundred times. ❜

❛ it's up to you whether we're friends or lovers! ❜

❛ i didn't come here to listen to you whine. ❜

❛ you remembered my name. although i don't remember ever telling you what it was... ❜

❛ do you intend to bury my life in tedium? ❜

❛ if i were to sum up your existence in one word, it would be — cheater. ❜

❛ those words are true, but not the whole truth. isn't that right? ❜

❛ if we're discussing jails, i've been in one for several centuries already. ❜

❛ i wouldn't make too light of humans if i were you. ❜

❛ that information doesn't make me the least bit happy. ❜

❛ i'm someone neither god nor the government will forgive. ❜

❛ being nameless is good enough. ❜

❛ ...well, no matter. ❜

#rp meme #rp prompt #sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp ask meme #ask meme

116 notes · View notes

wraitingtoyou · 1 year

Text

Slow motion

Genshin men and moments where they felt like you stop the time when they look at you.

Gn!reader.

Includes : Diluc, Xiao, Alhaitham.

pt2 if requested.

Not proofread

Diluc

You have him so weak. He's glad you don't know the effect you have on him. You both are busy people. But in between your work travels when you two do meet and you're babbling on about even the silliest weirdest of things, like when you saw a Pyro mage's Shield get broken from the rain or how Timmy needs to open a meat stall. You just look different. You look a lot more cute.

People think you're weird when you babble about these things out of nowhere but Diluc with his busy life finds it refreshing to have a business partner who knows how to joke and he can relax around.

"I truly believe adding 'kids' option to selling weapons and many other materials will be beneficial. But oh well my assistant keeps telling me that's too childish for an idea well duh we are talking about KIDS here"

Diluc chuckle and extended you a hand "Well how about we think of it the other way" he began as you wo started to walk off in distance "If we put it..."

You really bring him work and break at the same time.

Xiao

He's an adeptus who has lived for thousand of years. He has seen everyone's moments of joy, sorrow and grief. Even his own. Yet you who popped out of nowhere, your own profile a secret. Nag at him in the worst ways possible "Xiao join us don't be different, what are you? An attention seeker?"

"Xiao you should rest, just because you're an adeptus doesn't mean you can't get tired too. Even machines need rest and you're not even a machine"

Your expression of worry. When was it when someone gave him that look last time? The way you keep searching for him for useless humanly activites. ...was it even useless humanly activities to him anymore? He secretely hopes you are an immortal too. The one selfish wish of his, he asks the archons.

Alhaitham

Let's be real here. Alhaitham is definitely not the romantic person he's too busy in studies. Even if he did find himself getting into it, it wouldn't be all that serious and he'd distance himself from it like a pro.

But you're like a magnet. Your annoying ass just pops out of nowhere. Library? You're there. Bazaar? You're there. Desert? You're there. Illegal market? You're- wait what are you doing there!!??

You both had cloaks and masks on of course but he could recognise your size and the fake voice you tried to use. He drags you out somehow. You both promise to explain everything tomorrow. "Alright enough playing around. Why were you there?"

You folded your arms "I could ask the same to you."

"I was there for research purposes-" before he could finish you snapped your fingers "Bingo! So was I!!" He sighed "the difference between our researches ar-"

You pulled out a huge book and smacked it on the table. "See I wanted to see if cooking Whopperflowers would be considered vegetarian or non vegetarian and the market seemed to be the perfect place for me to search for-" he didn't even try to stop you from rambling on about it again. Sure you were annoying. You talked about the most horrifying experiments, but it's surprising for him how no matter how many idiots he came across his life you are the first idiot to stress and worry him this much.

He put his hands on your shoulder "which apparently to one of the-" "shhh" he shushed you and turned you around then pushed you out "First your ideas are foul and horrible."

" Second do you not have a sense of safety?"

"And third never go to the market for such purposes again."

" Four if you ever need help with the dangerous experiments you can tell me."

"See that's why I never tell y-" you were going to defend yourself but stopped after you processed what he just said "you'll help me!!??" He squinted "Well if it keeps you from creating trouble then I guess I shall."

You had a wide idiot smile which Haitham could not see because your backing was facing him but he could feel your smile.

"but I have some conditio-" you didn't even let him finish again. "Great! We can get working to experiment #145 then!!! My idea was to check if the bouncing mushrooms could be used as a weapon to-" He sighed, there you were again. However you made him feel something. A rush.

Maybe he's an addict to the rush you give him after all.

#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #alhaitham #xiao #diluc #xiao x reader #alhaitham x reader #Diluc x reader #alhaitham ff #diluc ff #xiao ff #genshin fanfiction

380 notes · View notes

animatorweirdo · 21 days

Text

When the Dragons Fly (book 2)

After returning to your village, you tried to urge everyone to prepare and flee, but of course, desperation and false hope ended up fulfilling the worst scenario from your dream.

Chapter 17

Warnings: mentions of the war, dead people, mourning, desperation, reader trying hard to keep everyone safe, Aelon worried about Maedhros, comfort, arguing, snapping at people, orc attack, violence, houses getting burned, getting burned, trying to save Eweniel's parents, and burning everything.

------------------------------------------

The whole village was in mourning.

After you returned with Mika, Helena was surprised yet glad to see him, and then everyone came around you as you shared how the battle had come to a devastating loss with Mika confirming everything you two had witnessed. The people reacted with sorrow and some even with denial, thinking you two had shared a cruel joke, unfortunately for them, it was no joke when the village men did not return the next day.

Some of the people became more complicit when you urged them to prepare and flee toward the south since the orcs were sure to march and invade after such a victory, but some hoped to remain and wait for possible survivors. It was false hope because you saw how Hadar and the rest of the village men were swallowed in the battle. There was a low chance they were ever coming back.

A day has passed since the battle that has now come to be known as the Niraneth Arnoediad, or the Battle of Unnumbered Tears.

Only a few of the village men who left came back. Their return brought a little joy, but then they shared how legions of orcs were marching out of Angband, ready to conquer all of northern Belerian now that the Noldor were defeated.

It only made you anxious and put more effort into making the people leave sooner, but unfortunately, some of the villagers still wanted to stay despite the news the surviving men had brought.

Since some of the villagers needed time to pack their things and prepare for a long journey, you spent the time looking through the maps, searching for a suitable route that would lead you safely to the southern lands. Luckily, you found a route that led through the mountains and took you to Himlad, from there you could continue toward east Beleriand and find a new home.

After most of the preparations were finished, you and Aelon went to the mountains to clean and pack up the things in the stable. You were filled with anxiety and felt frustrated by the people’s stubbornness to stay despite the dangers, so you silently complained about it.

"They could be here any moment, yet those people still insist on waiting for possible survivors," you murmured while saddling Balearia. Aelon was packing most of the food in baskets.

"I can understand the pain of losing people, but this is false hope. They should take this more seriously. It is a wonder the orcs haven't found us already. Our village might be hidden, but it's only a matter of time before we are found and pillaged from everything,” you said after tightening the straps on your saddle.

Aelon watched as you picked up one of the baskets and dropped the food to the floor, allowing Aegar, Viserya, and Smoke to eat to their heart’s content since you did not have enough room to take everything in the stable.

"(Name). Did Nelyo make it out of the battle?" Aelon asked, breaking the silence.

"It was a bit difficult to see, but he escaped with the rest of his forces at the end of the battle,” you answered.

"I hope he's okay," Aelon mumbled quietly.

You looked at him as he quietly tightened the ropes around the baskets. The frustration you felt subsided when you saw silent worry in his eyes.

"I'm sure he's okay. He is a capable warrior," you stated.

“What will happen now that we have to run away?” Aelon questioned, looking at you.

“We will most likely have to find a new home, for us and our dragons. It will be difficult as there are fewer mountains in the south and we will most likely be seen when we fly,” you explained. “But everything will be alright, as long as we get on the road in time,” you added, trying to sound assuring.

“Will we ever see Nelyo again?” Aelon asked.

You thought about it for a moment before answering.

“We have to focus on getting ourselves on the road first. But once we find a new home and survive through the winter, we can try to go looking for him,” you said.

“With such a defeat, I do not think he will try to remain in Himring, especially when Morgoth is sending all his forces to take over the north,” you explained.

“Help me pack up the food. The sooner we’re done, the faster we can leave,” you said as you two then spent the day cleaning up the table, getting everything ready for a long journey.

When night fell, the village remained awake. Some people feared an orc attack and hurriedly continued packing their belongings. Most villagers were ready to depart, gathering on the outskirts of the village, prepared to follow the road leading to the nearest town. However, to your frustration, some still wished to stay, either to wait for survivors or under the delusion that the village was hidden enough to keep you all safe from the orcs.

You were currently engaged in a heated argument with the village chief and the remaining villagers who insisted on staying another day.

“We have already wasted enough time waiting for survivors. We can’t waste another day, we need to leave for the town tonight. The dark lord’s orcs could be here any minute. It's only a miracle that they haven’t found us already,” you argued with the people.

“But they haven’t found us yet. We could stay safe in the village,” someone said.

“They’re most likely busy claiming the most important locations of the north, then they will wash over the rest of the land for its resources. This village will not remain hidden forever. If we do not go now, we will be trapped here,” you argued.

“But my son or husband haven’t still returned. What if they are alive and can’t find us if we leave?” someone said.

“They are most likely already dead. It will be suicide if we wait another day for people who might never return. We have to prioritize our safety first,” you said.

Aelon watched with Eweniel as you kept arguing with the people.

"It’s getting hectic,” Eweniel stated as the two sat on the steps of your porch. Helena, Mika, and their mother talked behind them, checking all the necessities for the journey. Dwenn was waiting by a carriage with his horses, helping Eda load the boxes and other items.

Aelon looked around and noticed Eweniel’s parents were not outside.

“Where are your parents?” he questioned.

“They’re inside our house. They wanted to discuss a few things and my mother wanted to rest her eyes. The fear and the stress are starting to take a toll on her,” Eweniel explained.

Aelon then recalled the dream he had shared with you, where everything burned, and orcs ran rampant throughout the village, causing havoc and death.

“You know, I had a dream where our entire village was engulfed in flames,” Aelon revealed. “There were orcs everywhere, and even your house was on fire,” he explained.

“Now that’s grim. What could it mean?” Eweniel remarked.

“(Name) actually saw it too. Since the battle was lost, it might have been a premonition of what might come next, especially if we don’t leave soon,” Aelon answered.

“Well, let’s hope it won’t come to pass. But your sister seems serious about having us leave as soon as possible. Look, even Figwitt has packed his things and come to the side of the village with Greeny in his hands,” Eweniel pointed at Figwitt, who was sitting on a rock with a bag next to him and Greeny on his lap.

Aelon held his hand on his sword, thinking about the possible danger. His mind then returned to Nelyo, or Maedhros as his real name was after you told him. He could not help but feel worried for himself and the things to come. He hoped that this time the dream would not come true.

With you, the arguing bore no fruit.

“I'm telling you, we should leave now while we still have the chance. Staying here any longer will only bring death and suffering,” you insisted.

“It’s our families' lives we're talking about. We can't just abandon them and leave them to return to an empty village,” the woman countered.

“Even if someone did return, there wouldn't be a village left for them to come back to,” you argued.

“I think you're being too paranoid. We'd still be in danger if we left,” someone interjected, causing you to slowly lose patience.

“Enough! Enough!” the village chief declared before you could continue arguing.

“We are in possible danger, and we have already waited for a few days for people to return,” he explained, and you felt relieved.

“Chief, you can’t possibly consider abandoning our home and those who might still return,” the woman exclaimed.

“As much as it pains me to say it, we can’t stay here. We have no means to defend ourselves, so our best chance is to leave. But to give those who might still be alive time, I will wait until morning. After that, we will begin our journey to the south,” he explained, and you looked at him with a frown.

“Chief… we do not have time until morning. These creatures do not rest during the night. This is literally a perfect chance for them to attack,” you said.

“We have been blessed two days without an attack, and I hear your concern. That’s why we will leave at the crack of dawn. We might still be lucky to stay not attacked till morning,” he tried to assure you.

“Luck will only get us so far. This is false hope. I saw how all the people were massacred in that battle. The chances for them to survive something like that are literally zero. Even if they are alive, they have most likely been turned into the dark lord’s thralls,” you explained.

The woman you argued with shook her head and glared at you. “Can you stop with your constant paranoia? The decision has been made,” she said.

“Now, listen here…” you started, but then all of you were disrupted by the sound of a woman’s scream.

Everyone in the village looked toward the way where the woman’s scream came from with confusion and fright, and then the roof of a house was set on fire.

“They’re already here…” you uttered.

A pack of warg-riding orcs emerged from the shadows. Their mocking laughter filled the air as they rained flaming arrows upon the houses, setting them ablaze.

The villagers began screaming and running away from the orcs, but some were swiftly killed by those who rode upon wargs and shot down by arrows.

Aelon shot up when he saw the orcs, pulling out his sword in fear.

The members of the Watchmen began shooting back at the orcs and the warriors Hadar left behind tried to fight back, but without proper preparation, they were swiftly outnumbered and killed one by one.

You swiftly unsheathed your sword and killed two of the coming orcs. You then slashed down on a warg rider that lunged at you, killing the warg and causing the rider to fall. You then quickly plunged your sword into the rider’s chest, killing the orc on the spot.

You glanced toward the village chief and the people who argued with you. “Go! Get everyone out of here!” you ordered and they began running toward the woods.

You looked toward the Watchmen and whoever was defending the village.

"Archers, fall back to the left and right flanks! Aim the wargs and their riders!" you bellowed, rallying the attention of those wielding bows. "Swordsmen, protect the fleeing villagers at all costs!" you directed toward those armed with swords.

"Spearmen with shields, assemble with me! Form a defensive line!" you commanded, swiftly organizing the defenders into position.

Aelon quickly blocked an attack from an incoming orc, and after deflecting the sword away, he plunged the sword into the orc’s chest, spilling blood on his blade and shaking as the orc fell dead on the ground. He stared at the corpse with shaking hands. It was the first time he had ever taken a creature’s life.

“Come on!” Helena yelled as she helped her mother and brother on Dwenn’s wagon. Dwenn prepared to drive away as Eda and other villagers came on board. “Aelon! Ewe! Get on we need to go!” Helena hastened as they waited for them.

“My mom and dad! They’re still inside!” Eweniel yelled as her house was set on fire.

On the front of the attack, the archers began shooting all the wargs and warg riders, while those who held a shield and spear came to you. "Shields to the front, form a solid line!" you ordered, and the defenders with shields swiftly positioned themselves in front of you, ready to meet the oncoming orcs.

“Spears be ready!” you said as a pack of warg riders came charging at you.

“Wait!” you said as you waited for them to get closer.

When the orcs were about to jump over the line, you gave the order. “Spears up!” you yelled and all the spear men then raised their weapons, making the wargs jump down on the sharp ends. The wargs yelped as they were pierced by the spears, bleeding and causing their riders to fall to the ground. You and a few swordsmen quickly killed the riders before they could get up.

Orcs began charging against the line, pushing with ferocious force, but all the shieldsmen pushed back, holding the line. All the spearmen quickly poked their spears over the shields, trying to kill as many orcs as possible.

“Keep the line, do not let them pass till everyone has escaped,” you yelled as you assessed the situation.

More orcs were coming out of the woods, orcs, wargs, and even a few trolls. It seemed Morgoth was releasing all his creatures upon Beleriand after his victory. The line would hold them back for a while, but soon it would be crushed. It was no good. You needed to summon Baleria to burn them down so you had time to escape.

“(Name)! ” Aelon called out to you.

You looked toward your brother and saw him and Eweniel standing in front of her burning house. “Help! Eweniel’s parents are trapped inside!” he yelled.

You turned toward the men. “Keep the line. Kill everything that tries to come through!” you yelled as you then ran toward your brother and Eweniel’s burning house.

“Please do something! They’re still inside!” Eweniel cried as her house was slowly crumbling. You heard coughing coming from inside.

“Stay here!” you said as you ran inside the house.

You covered your mouth to prevent yourself from inhaling the smoke. You looked around the burning house, the heat flaring against your skin.

“Earil! Alen!” you called out to Eweniel’s parents.

“(Name)... here…” you heard Eweniel’s mother call out to you.

You walked through the smoke and came to a room, where you found both Eweniel’s parents crushed under a burning wooden beam. Eweniel’s father lay motionless beneath the burning wood. He was dead because he was burning, but Eweniel’s mother was still alive, coughing and having suffered several burns.

“Don’t worry I help you out of here,” you said as you tried to pick the wooden beam off her. Unfortunately, it was heavier than you thought and you struggled to lift it enough to pull her out.

“No! (Name)! Just go!” Eweniel’s mother coughed as you failed to pick the wooden beam off her. You tried again but then yelled when you felt searing pain through your hands.

You looked down at your hands and saw the burning wooden beam had burned through your gloves, causing red spots to form on your skin.

“There’s no time! (Name) just leave me! “ Eweniel’s mother pleaded. You backed away when the roof seemed it was about to collapse.

“(Name)! Take care of Eweniel! Take care of our daughter!” Eweniel’s mother said as the roof began to fall above you.

“Now go!” she said and then you ran out of the house.

You managed to leave just in time before the whole house collapsed, crushing everything beneath them.

“Mom! Dad!” Eweniel cried when she saw you didn’t come back with them.

You looked toward the line and saw the men being slowly overwhelmed.

“Aelon! Take Eweniel and go!” you ordered.

Aelon dragged the crying Eweniel. She struggled little and the two ran to Dwenn’s wagon who still waited for them. When they got on, Dwenn quickly snapped the reins, forcing the horses to pull the wagon into the woods along with the other escaping villagers.

After making sure they were out of sight, you looked toward the mountains and reached out to Baleria through your bond, telling her to fly down and burn the orcs.

Baleria stomped as she came to the edge of the cliff. She raised her wings and plunged down from the cliff, gliding toward you and the burning village.

When you saw her incoming shadow in the distance and saw no more escaping villagers, you looked toward the remaining defenders.

“Retreat! Run for the woods!” you yelled.

The archers, swordsmen, and everyone began retreating, running as fast as they could away from the orcs and the wargs. You waited for each of them to run into the forest and when the orcs began coming after you. Baleria flew down and released a torrent of fire upon them and all that was still in the village.

The orcs screamed and the wargs howled in pain as they burned alive. Baleria flew around the village and released her breath upon the next wave of enemies that came out of the forest.

You watched as the village burned in a sea of flames. The tree Aelon and his friends usually met under to play games fell to the ground as it burned, Helena’s and the rest of your neighbor's houses collapsed in flames, and now you saw how even your house for the past years burned and collapsed.

Your heart ached painfully by the sight, but the attack had now come to a halt and the orcs didn’t try chasing after you.

You reached through your bond to tell Baleria to return to the mountain after she is done, to wait for your further orders before disappearing into the forest to reunite with the rest of the survivors.

Taglist: @natchayaphorn @kimnamnu@thatrandomidiot182 @springfountain

#silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #middle earth x reader #when the dragons fly #hotd x reader #hotd #middle earth #silmarillion imagines #various x reader #targaryen reader #silmarillion x targaryen reader #maedhros x reader

14 notes · View notes