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oubliette-odette · 4 months

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The Reluctance of Love Pt. 21

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 Content Warnings: mention of mating, homophobia, fantasy racism. All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

This was my fault. I had let my guard down.

My heart was pounding fast inside me, but it was no longer for the rush I felt being near Altan. No, I was feeling the thumping of my body fearing for my life, for Altan’s life.

I pulled Altan in front of me and put myself between him and the men “Run!” I pushed him ahead of me and he began to scramble forward.

I snapped the longest piece of the arrow that extended out the side of my leg and grunted at the jolt of pain, but I’d have to deal with the rest later. I kept running, forcing my body to suppress the pain. I glanced back and saw two of the three men were racing down the hill towards us, the third let loose another arrow. I heard its whistle and felt a sting as it sliced the side of my arm, barely missing me. I hissed, but I didn’t slow. I didn’t have time to linger on the pain. I was the son of Uluraat orcs, and we did not let pain stop us from protecting each other.

There was a roar in my ears as I kept just behind Altan. I glanced back and saw that all three were now in pursuit. They each had hoods concealing their faces as they sprinted towards us. We had an advantage, but if we slowed at all, they would gain on us.

“Altan,” I called, “Hold tight.”

He looked back at me, his eyes wide as I suddenly swept him up and into my arms. His arms found my neck and he held on tight to me. We both knew I was faster than him, I could carry him as long as I needed to. To keep him safe.

“What are you doing?” he yelled, “You’re injured!”

My expression was grim as I met his eyes for only a flash, “I’ll live.”

He frowned, but said nothing. He looked back, “They’re not slowing down.”

“Neither will I.”

“How long can you keep this up?” His voice was shaking.

“As long as I have to.” I said. My words came out more like grunts as I tried to keep my breathing level. My body was pounding to a rhythm that I had long since forgotten.

“Drun, your skin is burning.” Altan said.

“It’s good.” I grunted. Orcs' bodies were built for war, for hunting and survival and when our bodies were pushed to the extreme, there was a sudden rush that made our blood burn and our bodies be able to push through extreme injuries or exhaustion. It worked and felt similarly to lordhovid. I had not felt such sensations since I was much younger, and there was a part of me that missed the feeling of pushing my body to its limit. There was a roar in my ears that dimmed all sound except for the sound and feeling of my feet pounding into the earth, I could feel the soil break beneath me. My leg had an ever present throb that I couldn’t quite shake, but I was determined. I couldn’t slow down. I couldn’t.

Altan clung to me, saying nothing, I could feel his own heart pounding against my chest. He watched with wide eyes ahead of us and then looked back and said, “We’re losing them I think.”

I didn’t respond and still I didn’t slow. My breath was coming out of my mouth in short, loud puffs and I clung to Altan, making sure he would never fall from my grip. I was fueling every part of me into running. Faster if I could. It didn’t matter how long it would take, but I would get Altan free. My arms were beginning to tire and my leg was starting to scream at me. I didn’t dare look down to see how much blood I was losing. I couldn’t care about that, not yet. At the speed I was running I was praying that I would ourselves reaching my father’s camp soon. I may have an advantage on our pursuers, but I also knew that my body wouldn’t keep this up forever. Eventually I would collapse.

“Drun.” Altan pulled himself up. I could sense fear in his voice and I looked back. I saw nobody there and even though I kept running, I began to slowly pull back.

“Your leg.” He said, looking down. “Let me dress it.”

I shook my head, “No, it will be fine once we get to camp.”

“Drunrag.” Altan pushed. “I won’t accept you losing so much blood that you faint.”

I shook my head. “Not possible.” Orcs don’t faint, we die before that could ever happen.

He frowned and his face became grim. “Drunrag Uluraat, we are doing this together. Let. Me. Help. You.”

I read the determination in his expression. He would not accept no for an answer.

I slowed to a stop and I suddenly grimaced as the pain overwhelmed my senses. He kept his arms around my neck as he swung his legs free and hopped down to his feet. He reached for the bottom of my tunic, not even asking before ripping off the bottom portion.

“There’s a lot of blood, the arrow has moved a lot.” he looked up after assessing what was left of the arrow sticking from my thigh. “I’ll do my best to control the bleeding, but I don’t think I can remove the arrow just yet” He started to wrap the cloth around my leg, keeping it tight just above the wound.

“Thank you,” I said, then looked behind us, assessing our surroundings. “We probably don’t have much time.”

His eyes were narrowed and concentrated on the wound, he didn’t give any sign that he had heard me as he tightly knotted the bandage.

“Tighter.” I said roughly, I wiped sweat from my brows and looked over my shoulder, my heart skipped a beat as I saw the distant shadowy shapes of our pursuers that hadn’t been there before.

“We have to get moving.”

“If you keep running, it could injure you more.” He protested.

“We can deal with that later.” I looked back again and then back to Altan. “Are you ready?”

He looked at my leg nervously before nodding and letting me lift him back into my arms.

I started to run, but immediately I realized our error for stopping. My body protested with every step and I felt as if the exhaustion from the last three days had caught up with me. I groaned as I felt the intense searing pain as I moved my leg again and again. The motion was suddenly near unbearable and I began to limp.

“Drun.” Altan’s voice was distant in my head, I could only hear a shrill ringing. “Drun!”

I continued to run, to struggle onwards. Every orc warrior kept standing until their last breath, and I would do the same to make sure that Altan was safe. I met his eyes and we both knew I wasn’t as fast before, and that I was fading, but I had to keep going. It was our only chance. Stopping now would mean death.

“Drun,” Altan’s voice cut through again, he gripped my neck tighter. “They’re gaining on us.”

I turned around and realized that they were on horses now, with two additional riders with them. I felt the weight of what that meant.

There would be no escaping them.

I slowed down, holding Altan close to me. “Altan, promise me that whatever happens, you’ll keep running towards those hills until you find my father. Do you understand?”

He jerked in my arms and looked at me with a grim expression. “Drunrag. What are you saying?”

“Promise me.”

He shook his head. “No, we’re doing this together.”

“Altan.” I said, his name hurt on my lips, and I ached to swallow the emotion away from my voice. I set him down and grabbed his shoulders. “We are always together, but we also need to prepare for if something gets worse. I need to buy you some time.”

“But you’re injured.”

“They slowed us down on purpose, this is what they wanted. But I’m also the son of the greatest warrior I know.” I said. “I will fight, whatever it takes. For you. For us. If you can keep running and get to my father’s camp, they will bring reinforcements to help. We’re not far, but I have to make sure one of us gets a chance to get there.”

He shook his head. ‘I don’t like this. Drun, I don’t want to leave you.”

I lifted the vial from his neck and then placed my hand on his chest, above his heart. “We can find each other again. Do you trust me?”

His eyes softened and turned sad. “Drun, you’re saying this like something will go wrong.”

“It may,” My voice was sober as I set him down on the ground. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded, “I trust you. Always.”

I gave him a grim smile, “Then go. To the hills, follow the smell of the smoke and don’t look back.”

Altan’s eyes hardened to steel and he nodded. “I love you, I’ll come back for you.”

I nodded. “Nod merad,” I cupped his face and leaned in, letting us both savor one last final kiss before I let him go. I felt that feeling of completion, of unification before I pushed him away and my voice cracked, “Go.”

There wasn’t time to say or do anything more. His eyes were on me a few moments longer, we both seemed to be trying to memorize all of our features in a matter of seconds, before he turned from me and began to run.

I looked back to the shadows of the riders ahead of us and I felt the cold reality of what I was doing. Orcs fought in packs, while I stood alone. These riders outnumbered me. They had arrows, weapons, horses - means to not only defend themselves, but also the means to kill me if they so chose. I was not loved by the Duke or his council, very likely they would not hesitate to kill me. I had nothing to defend myself. All that Commander Gideon had given me was a small dagger. It would be enough to throw at one target, but there would still be four more, and they likely wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate.

Perhaps the blood soaked soil of the Fields of the Dead would promise me victory. I breathed in deep and prayed to the orc-god for his blessing. His lust for blood was what kept the land fertile and safe for my people, he was always near to them when they stayed so near where war had been. I hoped I was still given the grace to be acknowledged by him.

I looked back over my shoulder one last time and I saw my beloved’s back becoming smaller and smaller as he ran towards the hills where my father would be. Please be good to him, I prayed. Please let him live.

I wondered if I would see him again. Or if I had already said goodbye to him. I remembered how it had only been a few hours ago today. I remembered what had told me, “If I am lucky, I would have all of you.” Was today all I could ever give him? I wanted to give him so much more. I would give him everything I had if I had the chance then.

I heard the pounding of the hooves and turned back, I slipped the dagger free from its sheath on my belt and I held my stance.

My eyes focused on the riders and as they came closer, I began to catch details of them that I had not been able to see before. One of them had their hood flown back, revealing their shaved head and glowing red eyes. My heart faltered as I recognized what this meant with their bright red garb.

I was familiar with this guild of hunters, though I had never encountered them before. The Red Hunters: a shadowy group of mercenaries that lurked in shadows all across Faerun, that could be convinced to hunt down anyone or anything for a bit of coin. Their methods were uncommonly violent and their work was renowned for their special brand of cruelty. They were trained killers, but they were also trained in other arts: tracking what is supposed to be untraceable, killing what is unkillable, torturing what should be unbreakable. They all shared the common features of the red of their eyes - a malformation from a drug they consumed to heighten their senses - and shaved heads.

I didn’t know how the Duke was able to pay such a high fee when I knew of his debts. And I also didn’t know what that meant for my fate. Was I to die by their hand? Or be taken somewhere much worse?

Gruumsh, hear me, I am unworthy of your blessing, but I ask it all the same.

Let me live so that I may see him again.

Let me live.

The party of riders slowed and approached me. They each pulled back their heads and I saw that they all also wore masks that concealed all but their red, burning eyes.

“Orc.” One of them called, their voice biting.

I did not answer, only returning with a glowering stare.

“Where is the young lord?” The same one asked.

I did not answer again.

The one who spoke turned to the one to their left and in a different language made some sharp command. The one who received the orders began to urge their horse forward, and it was then that I loosened my grip on the knife and let the weight of its hilt swing until my fingers caught hold of it by the blade. My eyes locked on the rider’s neck that was moving towards me and I let the knife fly, watching the blade sink right where I aimed. The rider gurgled before they slid off the saddle and fell to the ground, either dead or dying.

“You will go no further.” I shouted, my voice came out as more a roar than a yell. I did not care that I might have appeared more beast than man at that moment. I wanted them to know I would die before they got their hands on my mate.

“Orc.” The first speaker called. “You will not repeat such an act of violence. You have made your talent apparent, now listen carefully. You will not live if you act out again, and then who will protect your lover then?”

“What are your demands?” I seethed where I stood. They would use Altan against me, they knew it would work. I had never possessed such a weakness as strong and obvious as him before and I was too desperate to sacrifice him.

“You will come with us. There is a Duke who would like to see you. Alive, unfortunately. But I’m not afraid to kill you all the same if you do not obey me.” The leader urged his steed forward and they approached me until they were stopped only a few feet from me.

As I stood, my eyes just above their horses' glassy eyes and I only had to look up a bit to meet the eyes of the leader.

“You will not hurt him?” I asked.

They shrugged, “We’ll see. Will you go willingly?”

I tried to read their eyes, but those red, hollow eyes expressed nothing but contempt and apathy. There would be no gambling with these people. I bowed my head.

The leader turned back and called out to the other three riders. I watched in mute horror as two of them burst into a gallop towards the hills, pulling the crossbows from their hips.

“No!” I yelled. I somehow knew they would not respect my desire and lunged out to stop them, but I felt something lodge into my thigh - my good one - and I faltered and landed on my knees.

The two riders who were left circled me and the leader scoffed at me. “Pathetic. I thought orcs were a little more impressive than…this. You’re a bit of a disappointment, aren’t you?”

I felt another painful sharpness in my leg and I looked down to see that two crossbow bolts were now lodged just above my knee on my right knee. It took everything in me to hold back the groans of pain, I clenched my jaw and I sat up, my knees were shaking beneath me.

“What made you think we would actually honor any request you made?” They asked.

“Idiot” The other chuckled.

I glared at each of them, my hands were fists at my side. I had nothing to fight back. I was grounded by two wounds that kept me from running. What was next?

“Cuff him.” The leader said darkly.

The other retrieved chains from their pack and my eyes flashed with horror as I recognized cuffs for my feet, my hands, and a collar for my neck.

They were going to chain me like an animal.

I started to flail as the rider dismounted and approached me with the chains. I wouldn’t be treated so disrespectfully. I may not be the perfect orc I was supposed to be, but I understood my honor, my pride. I would not accept this. The last thing I remembered was the shrill scream of their mount as it rose to its hind legs and then feeling a hard, painful collision to the back of my head.

Altan. I thought as darkness claimed me. I’m so sorry.

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macabrecravings · 3 months

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Fated Love

Chapter 7: Beach Party

Julie Crawford/Sonny Williams

A/N: The final chapter is out!!! <3 As this story comes to a close, I hasten to remind you all that @thedrakonian18 and I are plotting a sequel! :D This one will include more characters from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game (particularly the more... violent ones. iykwim)🤭

“Hey. You’re cute.” The man said with a smug look on his face. She looked up at him, eyeing him to see if he was someone she knew. He appeared tan-skinned, muscular as if he were a football player, with jet-black medium hair, and blue eyes. “Name’s Jason. Yours?”

Julie rolled her eyes and looked away from the arrogant prick. He reeked of pride. And the wrong, misplaced type of pride. “I’m not interested. I have a boyfriend.” She got up off her belly and sat up, so he wouldn’t have the courtesy of looking at her butt (which she noticed him do briefly).

“Come on, sweetheart, you’re missing out! Besides, I bet I'm better looking~” Jason said with such arrogance in his tone. It started to piss Julie off even more.

She stood up. The look on her face screamed that this guy was about to get his ass kicked if he didn’t leave her alone. “I SAID I’M NOT INTERESTED. LEAVE ME ALONE!” Julie yelled with such authority that it spooked Jason. But he still persisted with his flirting.

Jason was about to say something else until he felt a hand touch his shoulder from behind, and roughly gripped it. “Hey. Why don’t you keep it in your pants and move along? She said she’s TAKEN.” Sonny said with a heated glare on his face.

The footballer turned to fully face him and laughed. “Get lost nerd. Unless you want to eat sand right now.”

“Apparently, you’re hitting on my girlfriend, despite her telling you she’s taken. Again, I advise you to leave, or get knocked out!”

Julie beamed in pride at how Sonny came to her rescue. What made the situation even better was that Leland, Samuel, Danny, Ana, Maria, and Connie were walking back to the spot in the nick of time.

“Sonny, what’s going on? Who’s this?” Samuel asked his younger brother.

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fluffygreenkoala · 1 year

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Made a small Haladriel collage from that epic character turnaround trailer ~ feel free to use as icon : )

#haladriel #halatariel #galbrand #galadriel #halbrand #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel and halbrand #halbrand and galadriel #romeo and juliet who?#fated lovers #soulmates #Human!Halbrand household #King Halbrand #King Halbrand of the Southlands

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silaswritesthings · 1 year

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A cord called fate (part one)

Summary: Reader is reunited with a past lover they never thought they’d see again.

Starring: Kaedehara Kazuha

Genre: Romance, angst, flashbacks, soft Kazuha

Warnings: None

Author’s note: It’s a cheesy title but I’m running on coffee and adrenaline so it’s understandable. Expect the next part to come in about two weeks. (i hate college lol) Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be very much appreciated!

Word count: 1517 words

Part:: one, two

As an avid reader acquainted with various stories that romanticized fate, you couldn’t help but indulge yourself in them. Fate, despite this, was a cruel thing because fate to you was Kaedehara Kazuha.

It had always been from the moment you crossed paths on the crux right before the best few months of your life. Until then, the only love in your life was in the form of stories. Stories of unbridled passion, tragedies and unconditional love. From experience, you didn’t believe anyone could give you any of that until you met Kazuha. He was… a dream.

In the beginning, it was only his looks. Even now as you thought about him,you remembered how he was beautiful. All the heartfelt prose that described beauty in the romantic stories you read were shadows compared to Kazuha. His looks were a well mastered physical artistry.

In a distant memory you remembered his pale blonde hair and how it danced in the ocean breeze, the bright red streak of his hair reflecting the golden sunset that matched his ruby eyes. His eyes were warm and always in search of something. Some nights you hoped he was in search of you because after meeting him, only then did you feel like you were missing something only he could provide.

This admiration increased with time, its roots growing into something deeper. You began to anticipate seeing Kazuha. Your conversations about everything and nothing at all began to feel as necessary as breathing. His gaze on yours and yours on him, you both grew to depend on each other. He was like your autumn, a calmness and stability that never failed to drown out all your worries with him.

Those few months on the crux were like a dream which shattered into a million pieces all because of a letter. A letter which, if you received it months before, you would have been delighted to receive. Unfortunately, it presented the growing barrier between you and Kazuha. It was a letter from the Academia in Sumeru. An acceptance letter. You would have killed for an opportunity like that in the past, it’s all you had ever wanted. But now one of your greatest desires would destroy whatever you and Kazuha had. And it would force you to leave behind whatever remained of it.

The day you told Kazuha you would choose to leave for Sumeru was subject to calm rain. Kazuha wasn’t as heartbroken as you expected him to be. He was very happy for you. His eyes sparkled with pride which reflected in every raindrop that poured down on the both of you. That joy faded when you revealed that you would like to cut all contact with him, your reasoning being you couldn’t give him your all. You weren’t ready to dwell deeper into what you two had and your future with the academia was safe and predictable in comparison.

The calmness of the rain shifted when lightning flashed from a distance. You stood a few feet away from Kazuha, his face sombre and still unlike the storm around you. He swallowed.

“Is that really what you wish?”

Those words were almost enough for you to step back and apologize. They were almost enough to make you beg for his forgiveness and forget Sumeru all together just to be in his arms for the rest of your lifetime. Almost.

“Yes.” You averted your eyes from him. His expression was making you feel as if someone was carving your heart out of your chest with a dull blade. “It is.”

Kazuha sighed. You clenched your fists.

“The fate that brings people together is not so easily cut.” He said before taking your hands in his for what you believed would be the last time. He brought one of your hands up to his mouth before placing a gentle kiss on the back of your palm. He let go with a sad smile. “I am certain that we will meet again, in some corner of the world.”

That was the last thing he said to you before you parted ways.

Two years later, you found yourself in Liyue Harbour. You were searching for the adventure’s guild to post a commission for a list of Liyue native flowers for your teacher, Tighnari. He somehow convinced you to take a vacation from the Academia while doing this small favor for him.

“Ad Astra Abasosque! Welcome to the Adventurer’s guild, how may I help you?” Katherine said upon your arrival. You handed her the list and explained your commission to her. “Is that so?” She said with understanding at the end of your explanation. “Lucky for you, one of our seasoned adventurers is approaching right now, perhaps he will be willing to take your commission.”

You turned to where she was looking and noticed the traveler and his companion approaching the adventurer’s guild. Considering yourself lucky, you watched as the traveler came to stand before Katherine beside you.

“Hello!” His floating companion greeted both you and Katherine with an energetic wave before she addressed Katherine. “Are there any new commissions for us today?”

“You just happened to arrive at the perfect time! Someone has just arrived with a commission.” Katherine said as she turned to you, the others following suit. The attention on you was flustering and you made quick work of explaining your commission then handing the list to the traveler which he took without hesitation.

“We’ll be done with this commission by sundown for sure.” Oddly enough , those were the only words he spoke during your entire exchange. With that, he departed with his companion. You thanked Katherine before leaving the Adventurer’s guild with a goal to explore Liyue harbor.

The sun kissed the skin exposed by your clothing and it reminded you of Sumeru. However, that was the only similarity Liyue had with Sumeru. Nothing about the lively chatter between merchants and customers or the children running around in a fit of laughter was anything like the land of Wisdom. The sound of the sea was as calming as the ocean breeze that drifted around you. It had lured you toward where ships were docked. Sailors and pirates exchanged talk cheerfully and you overheard a few conversations about rum mixtures and the like. The excitement around you was contagious and you couldn’t but admire everything with a smile. That admiration shifted to something a bit more somber as you watched the waves crash against the harbour. You remembered the reason why you loved the sea so much.

You turned away from the scenery with a sigh, the sun peeking at you from the horizon. You were ready to return to the adventurer’s guild but a conversation caught your attention.

“What do you mean ‘the winds have changed’? We are to set sail for Inazuma in three days and I expect to see you at my ship before our departure.” A woman with a powerful voice bellowed from behind one of the shelves set up with various antiques to be sold to travelers arriving in Liyue.

Someone sighed. “Beidou.” His voice was soft and calm despite holding an edge of frustration. “The wind is my compass. Where the breeze goes, I follow.” Your heart burned in your chest. “Is it not unjust to deprive myself of such a freedom?”

The woman being questioned didn’t manage to respond because you stumbled into the shelf. A few things to fall over and that captured the attention of the two who were conversing.

You steadied yourself and when you looked up a familiar pair of red eyes were already locked onto you. They sparkled under the shadows cast by the sunset and as always, the man before you dazzled brighter than the few stars that had begun to appear in the sky.

Breathless, he whispered your name as if he failed to believe you were actually there with him.

“Kazuha.” Your voice broke as you said his name. He stared at you with a look of awe and confusion. He then stepped toward you causing you to turn to run from him with one destination in mind: the adventurer’s guild.

As you arrived at the guild, you saw the traveler holding a basket of flowers while conversing with Katherine. They both turned to you with confused expressions but you waved this off.

“You’re done with my commission?” You breathed, fanning your face in an attempt to recover from your running.

Aether smiled with guilt before holding out a basket filled with bunched up flowers. “Not necessarily. There’s one i failed to find but it has a very distinct scent and i know someone who will be able to help us find it.” He assured you but you could only tense. There was only one person you knew who was incredible when it came to picking up scents and- no. What were the odds that the traveler was talking about him? There are probably lots of other individuals in Teyvat who are experienced in this field of expertise, there’s no way-

“Traveler.”

And there was that voice again.

#silaswritesthings #silas #genshin impact #genshin x you #please don’t flop #anemo supremacy #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha #fated lovers #or something #genshin kaedahara kazuha #please actually do well bc i never write stuff like this fml #stuff that’s part of a series #stuff that takes so long to write #i hate college #i’m sleep deprived #have mercy on this writer #hope y’all enjoy

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cyb3rscoups · 1 year

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Another Life

A/N: "Angels compete to lay up at your feet." He trynna get the soul sucked outta him ain’t he? Oh aight!

Reference here to understand this whole situation we got going on

Other Song Prompts

Dear Okoye,

As you can see, I got that little letter. Tell me, what's stopping you from picking up that phone when I come running across that pretty little head of yours?

Need to know I still feel the same? Need to know that you cross my mind even when I'm fast asleep and find you in my dreams. Candy coated thoughts flooding my brain and making it hard to breathe.

From the feeling of your hips to the craving of your lips. I swear my memory gets the best of me sometimes and all I can think about is the best way to make you smile.

I miss talking to you, touching you, making you feel things that only I could make you feel. Damn, we had something special.

Angels competing to lay at your feet yet you gave me such an opportunity. I should be grateful such a goddess like you gave me a chance. Then, there I went, wasting it up.

I should've never let you slip, baby. And if you'd give me the chance, I'd like to make it up to you.

Take your hand, kiss your lips, satisfy all your needs, no questions asked.

Dammit, Okoye. You have no idea what you do to me, woman.

In another life maybe we would've never drifted apart. Maybe we would be married by now, happy and content.

I wanna see you. I wanna feel you breathe for fuck's sake. I want you to want me back. I know you want me. Want me back in that sweet pussy touching all over you.

Kissing and fucking til we gasp for air. Gods, just fucking call me. Sick of this letter shit.

I promise, I'll take care of you. I have never stopped loving you so don't doubt me for a second. Come on, Okoye.

Don't make me wait for another life to have you.

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halmarutffxiv · 7 months

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ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴀᴍ. ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʟᴀɴᴅ. ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ, ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ, ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ... Shoutout to my friend who let me pose their Themis <3 I'm not sure they have Tumblr, but their twitter is Themis_FFXIV!

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv gpose #gposers #my wol #halmarut #themis #fated lovers #halidibus #wol x themis #themis x wol #hermes ffxiv #wilted leaves #halmes #hermes x wol

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yinastra · 20 days

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✩ Light Follows Time ✩

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅

Unspecified!character x gn!reader

Summary: As time's river flows ceaselessly, it shrouds the past in obscurity. Yet, at the twilight of eternity, a glimmer of light emerges, beckoning towards the unseen realm of fate.

CWs: Slight angst(?), reincarnation

TW: Blood, mentions of death

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Time remains stagnant as the rain pours. There, they lie in the comfort of their lover.

As their blood flows, so does time.

They close their eyes, allowing time to envelop them in its cold embrace.

Time flows endlessly.

It won't stop for anyone.

There is no mercy, no comfort in time.

And they can't escape it.

The clock of time continues to tick.

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Panting heavily, they awake in their bedroom. The walls are adorned with expensive paintings, embroidered with gold, and decked out in pointless decor.

Here, in this time, they're helpless.

They're due to be married to a prince from another nation. As a noble from this kingdom, it is a duty to be placed upon any unlucky member. It was just them.

But they love another.

Their knight, a man who has been with them since the very beginning.

It was a pathetic love story.

But it was a true one.

They ran away together, had a happy ending. Except, nothing stays the same for long. Time will eventually take its due toll.

War among the nations broke out due to the broken engagement. And both of them were killed in the crossfire.

Tick.

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Panting heavily, they awake in their bedroom. The walls are adorned with basic wallpaper, a diamond pattern imprinted onto it.

Here, in this time, they're helpless.

The wallpaper, dirty with dark spots and stains, remains stagnant.

They live as a simple house maid, making a simple, honest living.

Caught in the throes of an aged love; the two find each other once again.

A wedding ceremony; simple but endearing. The happiest day of their lives.

Bathed in blood, for the cycle of fate to continue.

Tick.

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Panting heavily, they awake in their bedroom. The walls are a textured white.

Here, in this time, they're helpless.

Living in a modern time was troublesome.

The small apartment was all they had, going to a college they surely did not have the funds for.

Tending to their life in a never ending cycle.

An endless cycle.

They will lock eyes once more, they will find solace in each other once more.

They will meet until the end of the sands of time, until fate finally drives in their favor;

Until that time,

Time will continue to turn, and the winds of fate will drive the waves meant to whisk the fated lovers away once more.

Tick.

#reincarnation #light angst #fated lovers #different timeline #unspecified character x reader #gn!reader #genshin impact #honkai star rail #yinastra #genshin x reader #hsr x reader #x reader

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lotus-soup-pot · 1 year

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The First Encounter

Purek x Manaow: Love at first sight

Win x Team: Attraction at first sight

Dean x Pharm: Reunion of Fated Lovers

Prince x Bee: Almost run over (?)

#between us #purek x manaow #win x team #dean x pharm #prince x bee #first encounter #meet cute #thai bl #assembly of all pairings #love at first sight #fated lovers #attraction at first sight

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tillyfirefly · 1 year

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#my writing #love story #lovers #fantasy #urban fantasy #fated lovers #coming sooooon #book release

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saellefanwork · 2 months

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖, (KNY fanfic) chapter 2 and 3 artworks.

In these illustrations, we witness the initial meeting between young Rengoku Kyojuro and Nagase Kanoko, the heiress of a lineage of independent demon huntresses practicing Time Breathing. Kanoko was training alone in a meadow on the outskirts of Ebara, the town near Kyojuro's home village, Komazawa. Enthralled by her mastery of this unique Breathing style, the eldest Rengoku was quick to express his (loud and enthousiastic) desire to become her sparring partner.

They trained together for a brief period before Kyojuro embarked on the Final Selection trial. In the second illustration, Kyojuro proudly showcases his Kisatsutai gakuran to Kanoko shortly after returning from the Final Selection.

Creating manga-style art is always enjoyable and relaxing for me. I hold deep admiration for Gotouge and Ufotable artists. I hope to pay proper respect to their work through the forthcoming series of fan arts I'll make for the whole fic :3

If you're interested in checking out "The Tears of Time", you can find it here. (Also available on AO3 and Quotev)

You can already have a peek of the next illustration on my Ko-fi (which will unlock you one very steamy chapter too ;D) or my Patreon!

@altarusse @moonchhu guess you might be interested <3

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oubliette-odette · 5 months

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The Reluctance of Love Pt. 20

Guy guys guys, I'm really excited about this chapter.

Please enjoy, hopefully your patience is rewarded.

And then also my apologies for what's about to happen...

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 Content Warnings: mention of mating, homophobia, fantasy racism. All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

I was losing my sense of control around Altan. I started to notice how he was teasing me with slight touches as we walked next to each other and how when he would start to tell me a joke, his hand would suddenly be taking hold of my forearm and brushing his fingers down it familiarly. I was startled each time and my mind would be empty of any ability to speak. When we would stop to eat, I would find him sitting so close next to me that he was leaning against me and he would pass me his waterskin to share after he had drunk from it, his eyes like fire as he watched me drink from it.

I at first was ignorant of what he was doing, but when he set his bedroll closer and closer to me each night, I started to piece together that he was teasing me. He was purposefully crumbling my sense of resolve. And I didn’t know how to stop him now that it was starting. I liked it too much to tell him to stop. We had stopped two more nights where I stayed up to keep watch. It was a gift from my ancestors, but it did have a slow drain on my body and I was losing the discipline that I normally had.

Altan was about to become my ruin and I was terrified of it.

I had the feeling that we were close approaching my people - I could smell the faint waft of the smoke of the camps and hoped that we would make it before nightfall. And then I could get some sleep, get a hot meal in my stomach and regain my composure, maybe spend some time away from Altan to clear my head. Though Gruumsh be damned because I knew the moment I brought Altan into that camp that my family would throw us into a tent together and wouldn’t let us free until we finally mated. And I wouldn’t put it past any of my siblings or even my father to be sitting outside the tent listening in. I was mortified at the thought. Did they not know this was already more than I had ever bargained for?

I had a feeling that I was greatly outnumbered when it came to whether or not I should sleep with Altan as soon as we were safe - Altan’s vote was also likely against me.

I groaned inwardly and ran my hand through the hair that fell loose from my topknot and took a deep, strained breath and kept my feet walking. I hadn’t seen a sign of anyone pursuing us in the last two days and I dared to believe that we were safe, but I wasn’t ready to relax yet. My senses were focused as much as they could be on catching any signs of someone nearby: smells, sounds, sights - I was trained to find them through any means if I needed to.

“Drun!” Altan exclaimed excitedly, breaking my thoughts and I looked down to see him pointing. “Water!”

I followed his direction and saw a pool of clear blue water. It was being fed from the river that we had followed for a short time until our path strayed towards the Fields of the Dead where my family was. It was wide and looked to be deep enough for a swim, but not much deeper, its waters a pale sky blue that honestly looked inviting after the dust and sweat of days of travel on me.

“I’ve been longing to clean this stench off of me.” He said, lifting the black robe that he had been wearing when we ran away. “I’m going to burn this thing when we finally get to your home.”

I looked around, assessing the options. I was eager to be moving, but I also couldn’t deny that I was eager to wash off the sweat and stink on my body.

He grinned up at me, “It’s safe, yes? It will be fast.”

I did one final sweep and I nodded in assent.

He whooped and was suddenly breaking into a run. The image of him, dancing and careening with that golden light that seemed to follow him in any weather or condition, left me breathless and I found myself stumbling in pursuit of that light.

Our packs were left at the edge of the water and I saw that Altan had already flung his boots from his feet and he was shedding the dust-coated black robe that he had been wearing. I was caught where I was, my feet suddenly stone and unmoving, watching breathlessly and anticipating the visage I was about to be blessed with.

I saw golden brown skin that looked warm to the touch. Oh gods I was lost in the smooth, vastness of his back, his lithe frame that inspired sinful thoughts in my mind. He was standing at the pool’s edge, barefoot, and only wearing a pair of cream-colored braies. He stretched his arms out high and I caught the slight, gentle curve of his waist. The reflection of the water in front of him danced and rippled across his soft stomach and I pulled in my breath as my eyes wavered and followed it down to where his hips slanted downwards before I couldn’t see anymore.

He was sculpted elegantly and with sophistication where it counted - giving him a look of someone royal, fit and austere, but there was also the overwhelming softness that pervaded all of that. He was quite possibly the trap that would send me to damnation and I was prepared to descend to whatever depths I had to to get a taste of such temptation.

“Fuck.” I breathed. I was doomed. Damned. Fooled. Sinking deeper and deeper into this fever dream. Lordhovid may have had me burning for Altan, but even with it gone I still felt something deeper that was buried inside me that left a primal thirst for him. This wasn’t about lust anymore. It was a need to be reunited with something that belonged to me.

He whipped his gaze to me and his eyes were alight with something victorious and exultant as he caught my frozen stance. His lips teased into a smile and I caught the glint of the sharpness of his teeth as he tossed his curls behind him and he began to step into the water. His eyes were still on me, tempting me, pulling me.

He had wanted this. I was sure of it and I fell right into his game.

Was I upset by that, though? My brain was too unfocused to know what to think.

“Are you going to take a swim or not?” He called, the water was now to his waist - gods that waist why did it haunt me so - and his fingers were dancing over the surface, leaving gentle ripples that spread out and stretched towards me.

I don’t know how, but somehow I managed to clumsily step towards the water’s edge and I fumbled with my boots, my pants, my shirt until I was bare of anything except for my underclothes.

Altan’s eyes were locked on me, fiery and wanting. I returned the want in my gaze and I was suddenly being pulled to him. I was in the water, wading towards him. I could feel the coolness of the water on my skin, but I didn’t recognize it as I took each step closer to him.

“You temptor.” I breathed, disbelief in my voice.

He grinned. “Yes, me.” He winked and beckoned me closer with the slight curl of his finger. “Perhaps I wasn’t only wanting to wash myself.”

I stopped just short of a few feet and I held myself stock still. “What do you plan to do?” I couldn’t deny the slight fear I was feeling. I couldn’t deny what I was wanting - I wanted Altan, I wanted him, oh gods I needed him - but I still was scared of what was happening to me, happening to us and I was scared of where it was leading. My hands were caught in fists at my side and I struggled to hold his gaze as the reality of what our bodies were leading us towards was more clear. There was no question we were both breathing harder, but also holding our breath, holding back the urges our bodies and our hearts were pushing us towards. We were standing at the edge of a cliff, one more step and it would be the tipping point that would send us both over the edge to somewhere new and entirely unexplored.

He closed the distance, I saw his eyes take me in and I felt the bubbling sick sensation of shame. I was nothing like he deserved, I thought. I was brutish, I was scarred across all parts of my body from the spars I had as a child. There was a dent in my stomach from when I was gored by a boar during one of my hunts as a young boy, now only a white patch of hardened scars remained. I itched to put my hand over it, to hide it. My tusks suddenly felt too big, my skin felt rough and hideous. I wanted to hide.

But Altan’s eyes met mine and I wondered what he saw, because in his eyes I continued to see the wanting, the desire to be with me.

His hand was suddenly on my stomach, water was slipping free and trailing down from his hand and down my skin. I shivered, but held my gaze.

“Drun.” He breathed, he seemed to be almost out of breath as he pressed his hand further against my abdomen and then his other hand was reaching, raising up and caressing the side of my face.

I was lost in his golden gaze. His eyes - now heavy and weighed with desire - were like pools of warmth - reminding me of the dizzying dance of our campfires. I couldn’t look away. My breath was catching as I felt his hand on my stomach trail up towards my chest. I was caught in his grasp. I was nothing more than a marionette, and he controlled the strings.

“Altan.” My voice hitched and I was embarrassed at how apparently aroused I was. I felt the heat between my legs and I was grateful the water covered anything I didn’t want him to see.

His eyes crinkled as he grinned.

He pulled back and turned away from me. “I’m so sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself. I think I’ve teased you enough, my dear.” He dunked his head under the water and I saw bubbles on the surface.

What? My mind stuttered.

He breached the water and flung his hair back and he was now standing, staring at me, dripping wet.

What the fuck was this man doing to me?

I shook my head, “Enough teasing.” I waded towards him and reached for him, snatching his arm and pulling him towards me. He was weightless as he eagerly let himself be pulled into my arms. Suddenly my arms were around him, his bare chest, wet and dripping pressed against me. His golden eyes looked at me with such intense want. My one arm was around his waist and I let out a gasp as I took in everything I was feeling, everything I was seeing.

Gods, I could have died at that moment.

“What will you have from me?” I gasped, my eyes searching his.

“If we’re lucky, I will have all of you.” He said, his voice teasing, but then he sobered and his eyes fell on my lips. “But for now, I will have a kiss.”

I bit back the refusal. Orcs do not kiss each other; tusks against tusks were uncomfortable and so it was only ever done during angry sexual encounters as a way to show dominance - some of my siblings had chipped their tusks from tussles with their mates that way. But Altan was not an orc, and as my attention fell to his lips, I wondered if they would feel as soft as they seemed.

Suddenly I was carrying him, I had lifted him and held him up to match my gaze and his hand was suddenly caught in my hair, pulling my topknot free and his lips were on mine. I felt his legs wrap around my waist and his hips rocked forward and I swear I saw stars. I wasn’t sure if I was standing anymore or caught underwater, I was too lost in feeling everything, savoring this moment. His lips, his lips were so soft, yet so earnest as he tried to pull himself closer to me, even though we were chest to chest and I was holding him against me. We were eager to draw each other into one another’s space, there was no such thing as too close - too much. He pulled back and ran a finger down one of my tusks before placing a gentle kiss on it. I shivered. His face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath and smell the earthy clean smell from the pool. The hand still caught around the back of my head pulled me close to him. His eyes closed and we were kissing again. He was good at it and I was losing myself to it. His tongue was suddenly in my mouth and I could taste him. He tasted sweet, warm and my breath hitched again as I heard a gentle whimper escape his lips. His fingers curled and pulled my hair tight.

“Drunrag.” His voice was nothing more than a whispery breath. “I love you.” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke and I felt the words. Felt them and knew them to be true. That feeling that he was some other part of me that I needed to be whole thrummed with confirmation that yes, he was mine. He was mine and he would complete me.

“Nod merad.” I growled. “Nod djenifad. Nod sanitrash.” I slipped into orcish and my voice came out low and desperate. “Na dovid dra ek na kamiam weltha dra. Dra duwam. Nod raebukam.” Every possible confession I could make, I whispered against his lips and I drank the way he clung to me. I held him close and I poured everything I wanted him to know into my words. “Na wukka tompa zak dra.”

He sighed and pulled himself back, taking in the sight of me. “Are you going to tell me what any of that means?”

I smiled, and shook my head. “Not tonight, no.”

He feigned disappointment then ran his finger down my tusk. “You will teach me?”

I nodded. “Yes. Once you learn to behave. You have been teasing me these last two days.”

He at least had the decency to look coy. “I’m sorry, my love. You…” He chewed on his bottom lip. “You have no idea how hard it is to be next to someone as handsome as you and not be able to do or say anything.”

I jerked, “Handsome?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You do not think you are handsome?”

I shook my head, “Not even by orc standards. I’m rather average.” I couldn’t begin to wonder what those not of my kind see in me.

His jaw hung low and he vehemently shook his head. “False. You are lying to me. There is no one as handsome as you. My Drun.” He said, his finger was still stroking my tusk again and I was struggling to stay focused. “Perhaps you really were made for me.” He said, wistful.

I shook my head. “You have strange ideas.” I ignored the pulsing deep inside me that confirmed what Altan was saying was true. I slowly lowered him back down to the ground, the water rippled around us. “We should be moving on soon if we want to get to my father’s camp before it is late. Wash up quickly.”

I knew it was abrupt, but if Altan continued to tease me with his golden aura, I would have found myself on top of him and taking things further well into the next day. I waded away from him and dunked my head into the water and held myself there.

Gruumsh please keep me strong. And promise me that I will have sleep tonight or else I will break.

Altan looked reluctant to wear the black robe when we stepped out of the water - I made it a point to not stare at the way his now wet braies clung to his hips and thighs and…everything else. I reached for my shirt and held it out to him. “Here, take it until you’re fully dry.”

It was a big mistake to offer it, because as soon as I saw Altan wearing my tunic, there was a dangerous sense of possessiveness in me. My mate, wearing my shirt. It was far too large for him, but it also looked right for him to be wearing it. The inner voice in my head purred with delight at the sight.

We were relaxed on the last leg of our journey. I - now lacking a shirt - and Altan carrying our boots in his hands as we both walked barefoot. Something eased between us and we found each other trading soft gazes at each other and I found myself drifting closer to him just so I could brush against him. He hummed next to me and I closed my eyes and let my feet guide me as I listened to the melody he crafted.

At the end, I opened my eyes and found his eyes on me.

“Your voice is beautiful.” I said, and I leaned down to kiss him. I admittedly enjoyed kissing - I don’t believe anyone else could have made it as nice as Altan did.

He hummed in approval as I found my hands holding his waist and pulled him towards me, my arms slid around him perfectly and I wondered if maybe we really were created for one another. I leaned down, cupping his face with my hands and letting the light of his golden love warm me inside and through me. I pressed my forehead to his, holding each other still for a moment. And then my lips found his and we savored the taste of each other. He was sweet and lovely and I loved him. The word I had skirted around, tested and wondered until finally I knew it's truth. I loved him completely.

I didn’t smell the humans until it was too late.

I heard the quick sharp thwip of an arrow just before I felt the hard impact on my thigh and suddenly a dull, throbbing pain. I grunted, stepped back and looked down to see an arrow lodged in my leg.

“Drun!” Altan yelled, his hands clinging to me. We both whipped around to see at the crest of a hill three men, all of them pointing arrows at us.

“They found us.” He breathed.

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