#felt like giffing aether today

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Evoking our master

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You thought I would request Dewdrop again, yea? For once- WRONG!

I'd like to request a Mountain x reader (fluff or smut, whatever you are most comfortable with) where the reader is watching Mountain practice drumming and notices Mountain getting frustrated because he keeps messing a certain part up in a song and decides to help calm him down

Mountain mountain mountain mountain-

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Darling, Kiss Your Stress Away

Mountain x Reader Fluff

Summary: Mountain can't seem to get anything right, except of course loving you.

Warnings: nothing woop woop

GIF NOT MINE!!

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This was a routine you had with the ghouls. Maybe you were given special privileges due to your relationship with one of them or the fact that they all seemed to calm down when you came into the practice room with snacks and refreshers, but whatever it was, Papa never scolded you.

Your relationship with Mountain had been a secret at first - a secret by accident. It started off with seeing each other during breaks that you shared. And whatever time off you got started to become filled with each other. Soon, nights were spent in your room and breaks were spent doing activities together.

Mountain didn't understand being open about getting into a new relationship, so when he was introduced to the fact that people actually talked about their significant other, he only told one person. Rain.

When you had told all your friends, always gushing about the tall ghoul, he lounged in the ghouls dens telling Rain about you and the way your eyes shined and how your hair was so soft. He figured he could keep between him and Rain, scared the other ghouls would pull you in half to all meet what Mountain had secured.

But sure enough, Swiss' hearing picked up the single word beautiful and he burst into the room with a large, dorky smile behind his leather mask.

You imagined Mountain's face falling as he realized what had happened. And the snowball affect started.

First it hit Aether, then Aether told Dewdrop while Swiss proceeded to tell the Ghoulettes, everything falling and falling and falling till Mountain always had questions being thrown at him by the other ghouls.

What's her name? Where did you meet her? Does she play an instrument? Do you think she's the one? When will we meet her?

And the last one couldn't have been asked so conveniently.

The next day had rolled around, everyone was so giggly whenever they were around the earth ghoul, winks and nods all insinuating that they hadn't forgot about Mountain's girlfriend.

And then it happened. The pop-in that led to breaks for the ghouls every practice day. And you remember it like it was yesterday.

You opened the door with your foot, peeking inside. You had expected to only see your lover, practice days having already been scheduled for the month, ghouls able to claim spots to practice alone when they felt. You had saw it was a solo practice date, Mountain mentioning he was playing in the main room like he always did.

You held a travel-mug of tea, steaming from the small mouth-opening and a bagged bagel you had made in the other hand. Though looking up, your face and stomach dropped simultaneously.

Every ghoul in the room snapped their heads in your direction, including Mountain who immediately rushed over to you, but he wasn't the first to speak.

"Is that her?" Sunshine asked.

You saw Mountain cringe, explaining the changes on the calendar and trying to rush you out before his bandmates bombarded you. But it was too late. As per the ghoulette's request, Aether invited you in and they all excited over you.

And since then, you visited everyday, watching Mountain or bringing them all lunch. You always loved seeing them and how they got excited when you opened the door, but your favorite days were when it was only Mountain practicing.

You opened the door today with your left hand, top of the bagged sandwich clutched between your teeth as you walked inside of the practice room. Mountain's scent was strong in here, the walls bouncing around the smell of pine wood and the earthy scent of soil.

He growled lowly, not something usual for him. Though you knew he would never growl at your presence. Glancing at the way he was standing straighter than usual, his head tilted to the side as fangs poked from his lips.

You dropped the bag from your mouth and into your hand, watching for a few more moments. And in those moments, you watched his head shake with every note that became a dead memory.

"Mountain?" you asked, standing at the doorway and shifting uncomfortably. The cold water-bottle you held for him stung you. Your earth ghoul turned his head, catching your soft gaze on him.

He gathered his drumsticks in his right hand and stood up, making his way to you. You looked down, seeing his cozy black socks, and you smiled up at him. His first move was more different than it had ever been.

Usually Mountain resorted to playing out the song he was practicing or kissed you atop of your head and caressed your hand before letting you sit beside him while he played away on the drums.

So it hit you that something is wrong when you felt him hug you, have you melt into his arms like he needed you to breathe. You loved Mountain's hugs, they made you feel his emotions, his thoughts, what was happening in his heart at that moment. And this one told you the frustration in him.

"Mountain, baby," you squeezed your arms tightly around his waist. He gave an mmp at the tight hold, but refused to let up. Like glass shattering, his heavy scent lingered in the air, surrounding you with him, "What's wrong?"

You almost believed he had fallen asleep resting against you, but he let out a loud sigh, fingers curling around the fabric of your top and playing with it between two fingers, "I can't get any of the notes right. Just- every time I slip up."

You kissed his clothes chest, pulling your head back to kiss his neck. His face rested in the crook of your own, nose pressed against you. He shivered at the kiss, lifting his head to return the affection.

His face leaned into yours, tilted as he allowed his lips to press against your own. The way his molded around yours, lighting sparklers through your body and your bones, locking like they were meant to touch and love the other one. His mouth was meant to know yours, to know the mapping of your lips, every line and curve, everywhere he had nipped and everywhere you had chewed out of nervousness.

You felt his hands reach up to snake their way into your hair, your lips moving against each others as he leaned into you. He needed to be closer, and you would have liked that much more than anything in the world.

Click.

You pulled away from your tall lover, only noticing now that you were on your toes and he was hunched so far down. Your head whipped around to see Cumulus with a camera, pulling it from her eye to check the quality.

Mountain's body pressed against your own as his temper boiled more. And the air ghoulette must've felt it.

"Wrong- wrong room I guess-" she said with an exasperated laugh before backing away and shutting the door.

After a quiet moment, the Earth ghoul hummed, hand stroking your face to bring it back to look at his, "I don't think we were finished?"

You smiled. He talks a lot for a quiet guy.

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Masterlist

[eros-ghoulette]

Welcome to my world

Ifrit has an accident at rehearsal.

Characters: Ifrit, Aether, Zephyr, Dew (for two seconds) Word count: 606

Ifrit loved rehearsal. He could basically put all his energy in playing and jumping around on the small stage they had in the Abbey. Sometimes the former ghouls joined them, just goofing around with the instruments or showing some tricks. Today was no difference, Ifrit jumped over the stage while losing himself in the music. He looked over at Zeph and a wide grin spread on his face, as he saw the other smiling back, fingers practically flying over the keys. It was a great day, Zeph woke up, feeling good, really good. They didn’t even have their cane with them, something that rarely happened. 

Everything was great until he tripped over something and got sent to the ground with so much force that it pushed the air out his lungs. His left arm was twisted under him, a sharp pain in his shoulder. The others stopped playing the second they realized what had happened. Aether was the first to crouch down at his side, his gaze worried.

“Fuck…”, Ifrit groaned, his guitar still atop him as he looked up at the quint. Aether saw the misery and carefully helped him to sit up. The fireghoul winced as he moved his left arm, and the quint carefully helped with the guitar.

“Dew”, Aether said, not looking up, “I need something to stabilize his arm.” 

The small ghoul looked around and decided that the jumper Mountain had left there days ago would do. In the meantime, Zephyr and the earthghoul had also approached Ifrit. Terzo went to tell Omega what happened, the quint currently having the shift in the infirmary.

“You dislocated your shoulder”, Aether told him, his hands carefully touching the damaged arm. Ifrit felt the quintessence soothing the pain a bit, though his arm felt extremely numb now.

“Then put it back in?”, he answered.

“I will, but it definitely will hurt.” Aether moved the arm slowly and Ifrit winced again. 

“Can you do it fast?”, he asked, his eyes showing a bit of fear. 

“I won’t do it here, ‘frit.”, the quint stood up again. “Let’s get you in the infirmary, yeah? Omega needs to numb it before I do anything.” Technically Aether could do it alone, but two quints were better than one, and he would be able to completely concentrate when the other used his quintessence.

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Later that night, Ifrit was spread out on his bed. He couldn’t sleep, and it was uncomfortable to wear the sling, but Omega gave him the strict instruction not to move his arm too much and to wear the sling for at least three nights. He sighed and looked over at Zepyhr, who was scrolling through their phone. They gave him a pitiful look and put their phone down, turning to face him.

“Welcome to my world”, they joked and earned an apologetic grunt.

“Sorry, Zeph… I shouldn’t whine…”, Ifrit mumbles then, genuinely feeling a bit bad for whining while the airghoul was in pain so often. “You got it wors-”

“No”, they shook their head. “Don’t you dare to end that sentence. Pain is pain.” Zephyr gave him a serious look and their tale brushed over his tummy and side. “Chronic or not, you are in pain, ‘frit. And that’s what matters.”

He couldn’t deny it, and he knew that he smelled like it all over. It was a constant burn, just enough to be annoying and to occupy his mind for the past hours. 

“C’mere”, Zephyr says then, a cheeky grin on their face. They bonk their horns together and kiss him softly on the lips. One of their hands brushing through his hair. ____________________________________

This is so bad written💀 But i needed hurt Ifrit and that's what my mind came up with. And Zeph is right! Pain is pain! Also, i couldn't find a matching GIF for this 😭

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“His Beloved” (Loki Oneshot)

Prompt: “Try not to die… again.”

Notes: GIF is not mine, credit to the owner, reader is black 💅🏾, all mistakes are my own

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The streets were eerily quiet despite how crowded they were from everyone walking home from the Queen’s funeral. You found yourself wandering into the pub because of it’s loud volume. At least that didn’t change. You saw Lady Sif sitting next to Thor on the balcony.

Thor spies you first and gave you a sad smile. You approached him and pulled him in for a tight hug while he was still seated. You cupped the back of his head and rubbed a few circles on his back. He relaxes under your touch, you felt your shoulder dampen from his tears. “I’m so sorry, Thor.”

Lady Sif closes the door to the balcony for privacy. The grip on your waist tightens, which was an indicator that it was okay to pull away. You pull away slowly and wiped away his tears with your thumb. You sat on the other side of him and linked your hands. “Does Loki know?” You asked him.

“No, I was going to tell him later today.” “I could tell him. You just worry about getting your head cleared.” “I’ve been thinking of a plan to lure the Dark Elves out. We need your help.” He explains. You looked to Lady Sif and she gave you a nod. “But I thought King Odin declared that we were in a temporary state of emergency?”

“He did. We reside outside the law on this endeavor,” Thor states. “I understand if you can’t help. You have your family to look out for.” “You and Loki are my family,” you rested your hand on his. “Thank you, Lady Y/N.” His lips twitched and he squeezed your hand.

“When is the briefing?” “My quarters at dawn,” you nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before standing from the chair. “Where are you going?” Lady Sif asks. “To visit Loki,” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “Its just a visit,” you grew annoyed by her advances. “I don’t know what you see in him, Y/N. He’s a trickster. He has no honor,”

“It’s not your job to understand who I fancy, Lady Sif. Good night,” you dismissed, rushing off the balcony and back into the street. “How many times is she going to allow him to hurt her?” Sif asks Thor. “She loves him. It’s not just something she can turn off.”

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You went home to change into something more comfortable before entering the castle. “I need a moment with him,” you told the guard, Loki’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Lady Y/N,”

“He doesn’t know… He deserves to know.” You said softly. “Very well,” you stared at the guard for a moment. “Absolutely not,” he adds. “I’ll leave my weapons here,” “You are a weapon,”

“I’m no harm. I promise you.” “I can’t risk the lives of everyone on my post based on a promise,” you opened your mouth to object once again. “You will let her pass,” Thor’s voice booms behind you. “Your Grace,” the guard bows his head. “My apologies, Lady Y/N.”

“Don’t apologize for doing your job,” you gave him a smile. “Thank you, Your Grace.” You said to Thor. You walked passed the nearby guards and waited for them to open the gate.

“What drove you to grace me with your presence, Y/N?” He smiles at you playfully until he registers your sad expression. “What happened? Are you hurt?” You walked through the gate and they put it back up. Taking your hands into his, your gazed into his hazel green eyes.

It was nice to be held by him again. These passed six months have been difficult. The first month of his absence was the worst. The nightmares. The emptiness. You haven’t felt anything like it. You missed him.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” “What is it? You’re worrying me, darling.” “It’s your mother.. the Dark Elves planned an attack to get the Aether that has made Jane it’s host. Your mother gave her life to protect her.” He pulls away from your hands. “When was this?” A tear trails down his cheek and you felt compelled to wipe it away.

But you knew that he needed space and you respected that. “This morning. The funeral was this evening,” he runs a hand over his face as he turns away from you. You bowed you head for a moment. The thought of leaving him be crossed your mind.

He yells out and all the furniture in the cell flies against the gate. The guards. rush over to the cell and you held your hand up, signaling that were okay. “Loki,” you uttered when he falls to his knees. You heart broke when you rounded him and saw his tear stained cheeks.

He looks up at you as broken as the day he found out he was of Jotunheim lineage, desperate for intimacy and reassurance. You held the side of his face and more stray tears left his eyes. He rests his forehead against your stomach and your hands smoothed over his gelled hair.

“Did she suffer?” He croaked. “She was stabbed through the heart,” his grip on your thighs tightened. You knew exactly where he was going with this. “Let yourself grieve. Even if it is for a moment.” You said softly, continued to smooth your hand over his hair.

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Today was the day. The day you would get thrown in jail for treason for helping Thor escape with Loki and Jane. You were posted with Volstagg outside of the elven ship. Volstagg shot you a look when he sees Thor with Jane and Loki on either side of him. “Just.. don’t kiss him.” He grumbles.

“I’m not going to kiss him,” you reassure him. Thor approaches held out his hand and you grasped his forearm. He leaned his forehead against yours. “Be careful,” you told him as he pulled away. Jane gave you a once, jealousy takes a hold of her until she saw the way you looked at Loki when he approached you.

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get tried for treason,” Loki scolds. “You needn’t worry about that. Come here,” you pulled him close by the back of his neck and he rests his head on your shoulder. Feeling his breath fan against the sensitive part of your neck. Volstagg converses with Thor while Jane watches the whole interaction.

From someone who’s done nothing but wreck havoc, she never would have thought he had a gentle side of him. “Try not to die..” “Again,” you added in unison. You pull away from each other and exchanged a smile. “Off you go,” Volstagg said to the group.

Thor grabbed Loki and made their way over to the ship. You turned your attention to the sound of metal scraping and men’s voice. “Loki!” You heard Thor call from behind you. Before you had time to register, you felt a large hand cup your chin.

Loki devours your lips for a few paces, nibbling at your bottom lip and massaging your tongue with his. He pecks your lips afterwards and left you dumbfounded.

Thor drags Loki away from you and throws him into the ship. “Couldn’t leave my beloved without a goodbye kiss, could I?” You heard his voice in your head. “Took you long enough. You come back here in one piece, you understand?” “As you wish, darling.” You smiled as his soft baritone soothes your nerves.

Volstagg nudges you off balance and you had to use your magic to stay upright. You sent him a glare. “You said you weren’t going to kiss him,” he scolds. “He kissed me,” “You didn’t exactly oppose, did you? Gods, I’m going to be sick.” “Let’s just get this over with,” you gesture to the ten to twelve men rushing towards you.

[theaetherhealerffxiv]

Redemption pt 3

Chapters Master Post

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Rating: PG17 for safety

Parings: Wol x Emet-Selch

Summary:

Its over, the winner gets to write the next chapter of the story. So why, pray tell, wont the Warrior of Light let him die?

Chapter Summary:

Swath and Hades have a heart to heart, while he is bombarded by emotions he have not felt in eons.

Word count: 5126

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Hades took in gulps of air as Swath breached the surface. She had walked quite a distance under the water; but keeping up the bubble had begun to drain the two of them. Hades loath to admit that his concentration waned as time had dragged on. To the extent that moments before as the Hero was frantically running to try to get as close as she could to the surface he had lost control of the magic which formed the air pocket. It had popped suddenly causing the water to press in quickly around them, cutting off his air supply and choking him. It was an odd sensation in two ways; one Hades normally would be able to manipulate magic, aether, the very will of the world itself around him with the ease of a person breathing. Instead he was becoming restrained and a slave to the mundane just as the rest of the shards inhabitants, which infuriated him. Two, he could not remember the last time he had been in a near death situation. The water had robbed him of his breath and filled his nose and mouth, Hades had felt fear as the dark waters close in around them. The sensation was a short lived as burst into breathable air, as once the bubble had popped she had been able to swim quickly to the surface.

Then suddenly he was thankful, realizing that it was the third time today he had been saved by her hands.

As Swath turned on her back to start kicking her feet, Hades found himself staring at the sky. The lazy clouds contrasted with the sensation of the water lapping around them. As Swath continued the journey towards shore Hades felt himself falling into his thoughts. His mind wandering back to the previous hours; more importantly, the incident with Amaurot and the butterfly. Hades realized that his magic was stunted, it deeply troubled him; his soul was not changed. Not fundamentally at least, it was still whole, still a soul of an Ancient. Yet the binds that Swath had put on him unknowingly had changed the flow. It limited him in ways that he hated. He theorized right there that being near her was like putting a cap upon his power. She was his limiter. Rightly so as well; his soul was properly bound to hers, her aether even now acting as gentle bindings. As such, Hades was reluctantly grateful to Swath’s existence. 

He was starting to feel more than just intervals of depression and hatred for the world around him. His heart beginning to sing with familiarity to her broken soul; it had been before of course, while they fought, while they traveled together. But Hades had silenced that song himself, because he had thought it was not her. Yet here he was leaning against Swath, hours ago his enemy with a blossoming trust. It likely was very possible with their growing relationship, he thought that he could overcome the limiter himself. Hades knew he would have to be careful so that he would not harm her, the strings that connected him to her likely worked both ways - as it did when he used her as a conduit for his magic. If he tried to bypass them he could possibly send negative feedback and hurt her. 

He felt a frown grace is brow momentarily as he took a quiet oath that he would do everything in his power not to harm her. For the sake of his budding feelings, and for the sake that she had gone against the wishes of her companions for his sake.

I’h will be using you, I’h will use yah as a reason for meh to live. The one I saved.

To use him as a reason to live. How much of the world was upon her shoulders? How many times did she feel like she failed to protect those around her? Closing his eyes he took in a breath. No, he would not add to that weight. While the chapter between the two of them had been finished she still had to contend with Elidibus. 

Opening his eyes he looked down at their bodies, the kicking of her feet and how she still wore her armor, but was seemingly unhindered. Elidibus was not as strong as Hades within the field of magic, but he was far more cunning of an opponent. Hades may have raised armies and empires, but even he did not know the extent Elidibus had upon the stage of the world. If Hades played his cards right; he knew he could become a valuable asset to Swath in the war against Zodiarks remaining forces. The thought caused his heart to clutch, with fear, loathing and excitement. To what extent had he been tempered? He wanted to know, he wanted to see; he wanted to fight back against his creation which he had served so dutifully. 

As the water splashed his face and he turned slightly to catch her face out of the corner of his eye. Though his the wet strands of his hair he could see her eyes closed, her face oddly relaxed. To what extent was she tempered? Could he use his bonds to free her as well? Hades slammed down hard on that train of thought, it would do no good to either of them thinking that way. If he severed the connection between the ‘Mother Crystal’ and Swath there could be a lot of backlash - her unnatural strength may fade, or worse yet, the Primal may retaliate to keep its hold on Swath. Hades couldn't risk it, he wouldn't. He would have to learn to accept her as she was now, while researching in the background about the effect of Primals. Hades had never given it much thought, had only understood the fundamentals. But it had been eons since he last picked up a book on the subject. Perhaps the people, of the various shards had learned something new that could help him in that front. 

He would fight for Swath’s right to choose; so that she could have the ending she deserved. For now he set the thoughts aside and began to shift to get himself a little more comfortable. To mitigate the sting of the sea water upon his exposed wound. As he shifted he heard the Viera woman give a content sigh. Turning his head he lifted a free hand to push back his still soaked hair to look at her better. Hades raised his eyebrows when he saw the wide grin and sparkle in her eye as she gazed at him. 

“Pray tell hero,” Hades asked hoarsely, letting his hand drop and clearing his throat in a futile attempt to rid his voice of its sudden roughness. “Why are you gazing at me with such an expression?”

“Happy,” Swath answered curtly. This caused Hades to frown; the one worded sentence had reminded him of the rumor that the hero was often a person of few words. How it often got her into trouble or unable to get proper information. Slight irritation bubbled in his chest as he reached out and seized her cheek between his thumb and forefinger pinching it. Her expression turned from joy to, while still happy, confusion. 

“Swath, that is not a valid answer to give me.” He chastised her as if she was one of his many children. He had been a father many times over, and while she was a grown woman he felt the need to remind her that speaking her mind would get better results than not. She blinked as he wiggled his fingers and then splayed his hand against her cheek caressing a small scratch that he found under her eyes. Hades felt a jolt of strange emotion as the Viera leaned into his hand. His eyebrows shooting up as he watched her nuzzle his palm; her face was one of contemplation. She was clearly thinking of what to say and debating her words. As she did she stopped moving, allowing the two of them to float in the sea. Hades watched as she collected her thoughts, her mismatched eyes shifting to look over him carefully. Then, her hands moved to free him from the bridal carry she had been holding him in. She left one hand on his upper back so that he would not float away from his place on her lap. With her other free hand she paddled lazily to keep their momentum going.

“A valid answer,” She repeated looking up to the sky, her white hair fanning out in the water like a halo. “This moment, I’hm happy for it.” Swath breathed, Hades pulled his hand away, as if her voice was releasing him from a spell. “I’h dun get moments like these oft.” Her gaze was focused on the sky and not the man in her arms. Hades felt his head tilt in curious wonder, and words began to tumble from his lips before he could stop or censor them.

“You are not given moments of reprieve often?” He shifted to let his body float in the sea water, only remaining on top of her by the grace of her one arm which still wrapped around his upper torso. “You were told to rest often, if I recall, did you not?” She laughed, the water around them splashing up to his face causing Hades to huff with frustration. He reached up to, in a futile attempt, wipe the drops from his face. “Do not laugh at me hero, I did not spy upon you while you were in your room. I may be a villain, but I am a villain with morals.” Suddenly with those words, the air changed, Swath looked down at him with a leer. As if she was reminded of something increasingly negative, Hades frowned back at her trying to gauge her emotions and failing. 

“Is tha’ what yah call it?” She looked at him with a surprisingly cold smirk. “Bein’ a villian with morals?” Swaths brows turned down into a frown. “Hades yah murdered millions yah know.” 

Ah, he thought, that was what it was. She was looking at him not as Emet-Selch, who did kill millions ‘indirectly’ - but as Solus zos Galvus, the warmongering man who killed millions by leading an army. He felt a mixture of anger and sadness, in the pit of his stomach. Hades did not want her to see him as anything but Hades. A rather fruitless wish, but one he had unknowingly had - one that had clearly been broken. He knew he could not take back the deeds he had committed, nor would he apologize for them. Hades at the time of committing them had firmly believed, tempered or not, that he had been doing the correct thing. 

Follow the plan, sacrifice the fragments to bring about the world once more. All would be well and Zodiark would bring them all back. 

The thought now, brought a bitter laugh to his lips. As it spilled past his restraint he could hear Swaths sharp intake of air - more shock at his reaction than anything. 

“Hero,” Hades began carefully, turning once more to fully look at her, making eye contact with ease. His expression was cool and collected, he knew full well that he could not escape his past. “While I understand that you feel like this is a conversation we must have, I humbly ask that we postpone it until we are not floating in the middle of the sea.” Hades emphasized this by lifting his hand and mentioning to the water around them. She stared at him as he let a gentle smile grace his lips. “All I will say is that you had the perfect chance to allow this world to be rid of this villain that you hold.” His words were cold - he knew this, but it was a truth he felt she must hear. “You chose to use me to live, and I accepted this. Until you grow tired of me, I will live.” Her face quickly darkened, it was not anger or sadness, that much Hades could tell. It was acceptance. She knew it was her choice, and she was not regretting it. But the golden eyed man could tell her mind spun with unasked questions; ones that likely neither of them could answer.

Why him?  He who had done such wrongs? 

The silenced dragged on a moment more before Hades sighed heavily. “Let us think of such things later. You have not answered my original question and I am not fond of having the conversation changed.” He shifted looked back up at her, she stared at him with a soft smile that reached her eyes. The hand that was paddling stopped and she reached up to gently touch the wound upon his chest - while it stung he allowed her the movement. After a moment she began to propel them forward once more.

“Nay, I did not get much of ah reprieve in mah own quarters.” Swath finally spoke, conceding to Hades demand. The man marveled at her bluish skin that was tinted with a nearly invisible blush. Part of him felt glee that she was blushing because of his words. The heavy atmosphere that had nearly suffocated them moments ago was broken with a shared smile and chuckle. “I’h had ah, companion, tha often came tah speak tah me.” She lifted her head out of the water and Hades watched as her ears twitched, he reached up, grunting to help her keep them above the water for a little while. In doing so he was more sprawled out against her, but the hand on his back told him she did not mind. In fact it held him close to her breast as she started kicking again to give them more momentum. 

“Please continue hero, who was this companion?” He asked now leaning over her, his face frighteningly close to hers. His wet hair falling around them shielding them from the sting of the sun. Her eyes grew heavy as she looked at his face, and a strange expression - one that seemed to echo the strange emotion he had felt when he had first used her as a conduit painted itself across her features momentarily before she smiled. 

“He was ah lingerin spirit. One of tha ol’ Warriors of Darkness yah sent to terrorize me back in tha day.” Swath spoke with the grin upon her lips - a smile that caused the back of Hades’ neck to heat up. Was it the sun? Was it his own emotions? He was a right mess and could not tell.

But Hades had remembered the Warriors of Darkness - at least he what he had heard of them. It was Elidibus’ plan originally of course. That and Hades himself had been asleep at the time - he did not want to deal with petty schemes. Logically speaking from the point of being a Ascian, the plan had been a disaster. It had actually only benefited Swath and the Scions, more than likely setting in motion the events that would bring them to the moment they were in. Then Hades recalled the voice that had used her body to speak right before they engaged in combat, when he had momentarily thought the light had won out. “Ah,” he breathed, his lips tight as he looked down at her. Air whistled out of his mouth as he sighed. “The spirit that was part of your whole.” He moved his hand slightly so he could stroke her ear with his thumb. Causing that blush to creep back across her face. Hades, despite himself was pleased he could have such an affect on her. Clearing his throat he stopped and resumed just holding her ears out of the water. “I will endeavor to give you as much time as you need to rest when we return to the Crystarium.” Hades promised, causing her face to shift from embarrassment to surprise. “We can even devise a plan to keep your Scion companions from pestering you. You can blame it upon my wound, the fact that only you can rightly treat me.” He smiled as her hand became tighter around his back. She stopped kicking a moment, before reaching up with her other hand and bringing his head down to nuzzle against her. This time Hades blushed, how many times has she done this to him today? “Yes yes..” He murmured, sighing shifting to press his third eye against her forehead. “Enough of that.” 

Under him, the Viera beamed clearly content with his actions as he moved away. She moved and shifted him in her arms as she did. He allowed her too, and soon he was being held bridal style again. “Tha will also give us plenty o’time ta talk about yah past.” Swath teased gently, her words quiet and sobering. They made Hades smile sadly at her.

“If that is what you wish to converse about during that time I will not protest.” He felt her begin to kick her legs with more gusto and her face was no longer focused on him. She was gazing towards the shore which was approaching quickly now. Their reprieve was now over; and it would likely continue to be until certain matters were discussed and plotted out. He was a man that was supposed to be beyond redemption, one that only deserved death as his final outcome. Looking down at his wound he let his shoulders sag. He had done horrible things - things he did not regret, and despite being freed from the chains of temperament he could not truly tell what had been his own desires and actions and what had been the will of Zodiark influencing him.

It vexed him, he continually repeated that he did not regret his actions, but at the same time the amount of life that had been lost caused a strange knot to form in his stomach. Stray thoughts continually reared their head against his usual logic.

What if this could have happened sooner? What if one of those people he had killed had been her?

Her hands brought him out of his dark musings; Hades had to reach out and grip her collar as she brought her feet down onto the sand, as she twisted she and Hades momentarily went under the water, before she stood straight up. Their clothing cascading with water, the golden eyed man coughed and sputtered out as much salt water from his lungs as he could. He looked at her with frustration but her apologetic smile and gentle squeeze quickly caused what minor irritation he had with her to dissipate. Swath walked with purpose until they were out of the water completely. Suddenly her shoulders dropped and Hades for the first time noticed that her soul was dim - that she was exhausted. 

“Can yah stand alright?” Swath suddenly asked, turning her tired gaze to him. He nods, and she set him down carefully pain laced through his chest down to his feet, with a sharp inhale he stood as straight as his back allowed. He felt his legs wobble and he shut his eyes momentarily, her hands still on his back and shoulder. Reaching up, he grabbed her hand entwining their fingers and giving a squeeze. 

“Yes, I will be fine Swath.” Hades looked up at her face, her eyes scanning his expression carefully before giving him another soft smile. Then, the two of them heard the stampeding footsteps and the calling of Swaths name, from the Scions and other unfamiliar voices. Hades watched as her face turned with confusion and then hardened into a familiar form. It was a manner that he had seen her take many times during her journey. “Your public awaits you Hero.” He smiled as she side eyed him, taking a step back he gently swept his arm up in a bow. “I shall remain a shadow at your side.” 

“Yah better,” Swath muttered lowly. She reached out and pulled him closer, and behind her. “Do not leave mah side Hades.” Watching her curiously he shrugged. 

“I will always watch you from the shadows.” He murmured, taking half a step back as the crowd reached them. Most of them Hades realized he recognized from the reconstruction of the lift and the giant golem. They all came to welcome her back from their fight. He looked away as the Scions rushed in. 

That was right, he was the enemy of these people - no he had been. He was no longer in a position to rightfully call himself a villain. He was just an onlooker, an outsider, a ghost that should have died. The noise of the conversation became background noise as Hades eyes gazed across the beach. He could see in the distance the lift - his mind returning to the conversation that he had with her. Hades smiled, it was not a bad memory to dwell upon, the din of the people was easily ignored as his eyes continued scanning the scenery until it fell upon Eulmore itself. The city loomed in the distance and the sight of it caused that knot to return to his stomach. He had done a terrible thing there. Hades had sentenced an innocent unborn child and its mother to certain death, to become a monster and corrupted the father to set the cogs of the rejoining in motion. 

Raising his hand to the wound upon his chest he let it hover there, he felt slick with sweat as the knot continued to twist. What was this feeling, was this regret? What was he feeling regret for? No, it was not setting the plan of the rejoining in motion, was it because of the child? Did he feel regret for creating a twisted creature that should have grown with love and care from its parents? He clenched his fist against his chest as what he could only describe as a fever grew. Shutting his eyes he took a deep steadying breath, pushing the knot away. Hades knew he did not have the time to deal with whatever he was feeling. Although the feeling dissipated the heat did not. Reaching up he pressed his ungloved hand to his face. It was fruitless but he tried to feel if a sudden fever was coming on. It was strange, why would he suddenly be getting sick? He should not be able to - even when he possessed a body and let it age he had rarely gotten ill. Another steadying breath, but his legs began to feel like jelly, and his chest ached. Unexpectedly he felt cool hands pressing against his forehead and cheek. Hades also then realized that the conversation from the crowd had dulled, and looking back he saw Swath before him and the people behind her chatting away with each other.

“Hades?” Her facade was down as her face quickly scanned his. One of her hands pressed firmly against his forehead and the other trailed down intermittently pressing on his cheeks and neck searching for heat.  Sighing he reached up and seized her wandering hand and entwined his hand to hers.

“Yes Hero, did I miss anything of importance? The conversation was boring me.” He shrugged, giving her an exhausted smile trying to convey that he was fine and just because he was clearly taking ill he refused to be a burden. While he would admit openly that her hands felt soothing he would not say that amidst strangers. 

“Are yah developin ah fever?” Swath asked him slowly so that the others did not hear them. 

He shrugged. “Even if I am, there is little to do about it here. I will persevere until the point I cannot.” Hades body was starting to become sore, he was truly getting sick. Perhaps the stress of the day, being pulled from death, and being drowned in various emotions that he had not felt in eons was even too much for him. 

“Can ah Ascian catch a fever?” She muttered leaning back touching his face again. Again, Hades shrugged. 

“Hero,” His tone was a gentle warning. “Do not obsessed over my health at the moment. There are many pressing matters to attend to.” Raising his hand he waved to Thancred, who was now looming behind her, Swath, surprised, spun on her heel with unusual speed for one so exhausted. Hades smiled, because as she turned she did in such a fashion so that their hands were still entwined. A small gesture that she did not have to do, and one that further convoluted Hades feelings. He knew he was falling in love with her; it was a familiar feeling. He would not stop the descent of love either, but he doubted that he would ever act upon it. It was not his place to woo the hero of light and darkness. Regardless if she had been his love in her past life.

“Thancred!” She blurted out causing him to heave a sigh and wave towards a path. “Ah, ‘re we ready ta go?” 

“Yes, we are,” The white haired man then eyed Hades who raised his eyebrows at him. The man scanned the former Ascian, lingering on his wound with a frown. “Can you even walk?” 

Hades face twisted up into a frown. He actually did not know if he could or not. With the wound starting to hurt again and the fever on top of it all he likely was doing his best to remain standing. “Does it matter if I can walk or not?” He eyed Thancred carefully who shrugged.

“I ask only out of concern for Swath, if you cannot she likely will try to carry you again.” Waving his hand dismissively Thancred looked away. “I really don't care what happens to you.” Hades grinned as he felt small waves of anger coming off of Swath. The golden eyed man knew that she probably did not understand her attachment to him, and while the feeling was mutual he was still grateful that she wished to defend him so. 

Hades took a step forward his hand practically dragging Swath along. His steps where unsteady but he refused to allow his weakening body to win out. The hero quickly fell behind Hades as he followed Thancred. Further ahead of them was the crowd, all huddled around the Exarch. Ah, this was why they needed to hurry forward. The Exarch could not be too long from the Tower, he would grow weak. How could he have forgotten? Before them Thancred jogged to meld into the group leaving Swath and Hades trailing behind. After several moments, Hades could see the twins and the child Ryne throwing glances at them. Ryne clearly looking at both Swath and Hades while the twins only looked at Swath. They wanted her to join them that much was clear, he leaned his head towards her. 

“Swath,” He said her name carefully, gauging her reaction. In response to her name he felt her grasp on his hand tighten, causing him to sigh. She was being stubborn, Hades realized whatever he said she would not leave him. Regardless he would try for the sake of the young ones. “You should go to them, you have won after all.” 

“Tha victor writes tha story?” Came her murmur. 

He frowned. “Why are you repeating my words?” The question came with a bit of malice from Hades, she should just leave him and go towards her companions. Continually fussing over him would achieve nothing. 

“What kind ah story do yah think we will write?” She asked looking towards the people jovial and clearly celebrating. Hades frowned, his eyes focused on her face, while his mind only focused on walking forward. “How will yah be painted? As ah fellow victim as tha Exarch?” Hades grew quiet as his gaze frantically searched her rather blank face for some inkling of her thoughts. “As tha villain?” Swaths voice trailed off and she looked down at their entwined hands. 

“How would you like the story written Hero?” Hades asked suddenly, stopping his gait causing her to stop as well. The rabble continued except for the Scions who paused to keep an eye on them. Hades cared not if they watched, he looked at her blank face, as if she was frightened of what was to come. He reached out and took her other hand holding them he asked again. “You, are the victor Swath, not your fellows, you. How would you, like the conclusion to this chapter to be written?” 

Swath looked at him with shock, as if no one had ever actually asked her that. Once again her face was deep in consideration. “I wish for ah happy endin.” She muttered, “One where it says tha I saved yah.”

Hades smirked, “Then make sure it is written as such hero.” Turning he released her other hand and raised it to his forehead. He was again drenched in sweat, beside him Swath took the lead catching up to the other Scions who had been waiting for them. Ahead of them was a prepared set of steeds to allow them to fly back to the Crystarium. Hades felt his shoulders slump a little, he did not have the energy to hold onto a beast. As the Scions settled on their steeds and made sure the Exarch was comfortable Swath led Hades to a large one and climbed on, only to hold her hand out to him. He frowned.

“Ride with meh Hades.” She breathed, “I’h wanna make sure yah dun pass out.” Hades chuckled and using nearly the last of his energy climbed onto the beast behind her. She shifted and leaned back letting her messed up ponytail rest on his head. “Hold onta me.” Frowning he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned into her back. It was broad, not as broad as his of course. Physically she was still slimmer than him even though she was clearly much more muscular and towered over him. The beast easily launched into the air making his head spin, soon the ground was far below them and they were on their way back to the Crystarium. 

His destiny awaited there, the pivotal moments that would begin to change him. Hades knew this, but his attention span was once again nonexistent as the fever began to grow, heating him up. Shutting his eyes he pressed his forehead into her shoulder. He would not pass out, he would hold strong until he could properly collapse. Where he was not a burden to her. 

The thought was short lived as his consciousness faded and he slumped against her.

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Warning(s): None! Besides some innocently frisky kitties. Post is a bit gif-heavy.

Origin Date: 18 August 2019. Weekly prompt from FC Discord.

X’sehya is trying to be a good adult and continue to hone his aethersight in the wake of his blindness. For once, it’s W’behna that wants to poke about. (Joint RP with @o-we-whohunt​ as W’behna)

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One would think Sehya would be a lazy bum, especially after his late night work at The Higure Regalia. The last time he'd done any real work for gil had been a few moons ago, long before he lost his eyes in Ul'dah. One would even think more so he'd sleep in based on the whining he did while crawling into bed to his mate when he'd gotten home, still dressed up his finery and with sore feet and playing it up for attention. Which of course he'd gotten. What a wonderful mate W'behna truly was.

This morning however he was up early at sun's rise, no more than a few bells of sleep. The night had had an odd effect on him with the singing and dancing. He realized how much he missed it. How good it felt to move in motion with the song once more, to enjoy the collective joy and revelry that came in an entertained crowd.

He wanted to return to that. His aethersight training was blossoming wonderfully with Mori's teachings but he still had difficulty with fine details, such as reading the liquor bottles at the party last night. He needed to get /better./ And so Sehya was plopped down in the Temple's quiet gardens in a meditation pose as the priest had taught him, just listening to what was about, sensing who was active in this early hour.

 It was a strange thing to wake to Sehya being up so early. W'Behna didn't follow after him since there were paints to prepare for the work day in the studio. Plus he trusted well enough that if the golden Tia wandered off to far, he'd eventually be back and be safe for it as well. Though he'd be lying if there wasn't a niggling of worry at the back of his head.

The paint work had helped him draw his mind away from those things, however. He crushed down materials for pigments, and stretched canvas over frames through the morning. In the afternoon he'd work on teaching W'Ehnri some things around cooking. Then at night he'd set to work on the painting he had planned. These odd domestic pattern was often broken up with random errands from the Priests, or Ritsuka, but it was easy work compared to his old taskmasters.

Though today he disrupted his own routine. Once the first inks were finished, he had no need to prep a canvas for today's work. Thus, W'Behna roamed down the halls. The Tia seeking out the other until he came to the outer walkways.

Even with a garden this bright, it wasn't hard for him to spot the blonde miqo'te. Those ears tilting to favor his direction before Behna slowly began stalking over. The rogue focusing on muting his steps and drawing his presence inward. Especially when he picked up that Sehya was practicing his aethersight.

Crouching low, ears laid back, and tail off the ground, Behna walked heel to toe so slowly the grass itself barely crunched beneath his feet. Right up until he was at the edge of Sehya's personal space.

It was rare to see the dancer so still. Especially to those that didn't know him well. And there were only two that truly did. Sehya was quite capable of being calm and still when the situation called for it. He was a man of masks and wore what was advantageous for the situation. Though he naturally carried a bit of energy to him, he was also quite content to train or do other protective work. When the whim struck him!

Necessity is what drove many of the cat's actions. And this was one he imposed upon himself.

It seemed Behna may be successful on his sneaking. There was the barest flicker of one of those golden ears among the wavy hair but perhaps it was just a tic of the imagination?

    No sound came from Behna. Not even a hum of consideration as he saw that ear flick. A hand reaching out to just slide fingers carefully along nape, following the curve of the cervical ridge.

So light was the touch it might as well been a ghost!

   Nope. Sehya refused to acknowledge the touch that threatened to raise goosebumps over his skin. Both a fear instinct and, well, something else. Why did he have to tie his hair over his shoulder today? Mistakes had been made. His long-furred tail tapped a bit from where it was curled about his leg and feet but he kept to reaching out with those senses Mori had woken him to.

Able to pick out the signatures of the bird nesting not too far away. Someone was walking about on the outer porches of the residential quarters, one of the staff he didn't know terribly well.

Behna's tail swished at the lack of response besides those goose bumps. Though blue eyes widened with interest before narrowing. A blossoming curiosity - and some playfulness - driving the wolf Tia forward. After all, he wanted his mate to be successful so why not push him a little! See how far that focus really went.

Thus, Sehya had his mate crouching low. Those hands planted into the blanket as he inched forward to nip at the spot he had just touched. No grin. Ono, that expression was reserved to those eyes alone for the stoic hunter.

   An internal curse and a twitch of one of those finely shaped brows. Really? /Now/ his usually reserved mate wanted to play in such a manner in public? Well as public as the Temple's gardens were. The clarity of his aethersight fluttered for a moment with his loss of concentration and it took a moment to bring it back into focus again. The auras becoming distinct once more. He could see the early morning milling about. Hokusai was sneaking out to laze about somewhere before he was caught. Ritsuka was departing for one reason or another and from here Sehya could make out he was carrying folders. Ah, likely some boring meeting.

Details that served almost as well as natural sight. Good. Even if his hackles raised at the nip. Not his neck, damn hunter!

 A good hunter always went for the neck though!

Though her certainly sensed the hiccup in his mate's aethersight. Behna was trained for such things after all. His black tail swished, stirring up some of the fallen red maple leaves as he let it sink to the ground and drew his presence out of its more subdued state.

Balancing on the balls of his feet, his hands just simply moved to Sehya's sides. Just a light touch. So featherlight it may even tickle some in its passing.

   There was a hair trigger ready if that became more than a light touch! It was that danger instinct, though of course in a completely different manner. When the two Tias had first started their relationship Sehya had always carried a small paranoia that this talented rogue would one day turn on him without hesitation. There was quite a bounty on the dancer's head with various Ul'dahn organizations to include the Flames.

Now he had zero doubt of the sincerity W'behna had towards him. Who else would stay by a broken man's side after such injuries? Such disfiguring injuries in Sehya's mind. Why would an assassin keep its mark alive through all this? Propose, even? Perhaps a sly flirt like the blond would use such a tactic to let one's guard down but...that didn't feel like that case at all with this wolf Tia.

There was complete trust.

Though not when he was trying to focus!

   Most would likely think the stoic wasn't the sort to play. Though W'Behna often proved it was quite the opposite, especially as he raised his head to murmur a short line to a golden ear. Those fingers remaining where they were for now.

"Perfect." The short compliment given to how well Sehya was focused.

It was true, at one point in his life he was meant to be set against the other. Though it was a time that he was growing tired with his masters, and wanted to rescue his nephew that had been turned into insurance for them. Behna, after all, was quite the capable hunter! Anyone who wanted him in their employ was wise to hold collateral.

Though who would have thought he'd genuinely fall for his prey in the process?

   "Not so easy with your playing about back there," was the murmur. Things slowly coming into better clarity as his brow furrowed, forcing the tendrils of his aether how to mingle and read and learn about the others about him. He'd never seen Suiren with his birth sight before. But now he could tell the flowers here were a soft pale white, the blossoms overhead in the tree were pink.

"Life will not be so calm."

What a short and sweet explanation. Especially as he chased after the words with a kiss along the spot he had nipped at previously. Those black ears laid back and he just eased into sitting there behind Sehya.

Those hands fell to rest just lightly at his hips. Behna picturing those spots easily enough. He rather liked them after all.

"Keep going. I will not be too indecent."

   "You'd better not. We are on holy ground." A bit of tease but there was also a surprising firmness to the miqo'te's tone. He /wanted/ to be of just as much use as he'd been before. To be able to defend himself, defend W'behna and W'ehnri. Playing helpless damsel didn't sit too well with him. And they both had a plethora of enemies. Perhaps one day one would be determined enough to cross the sea.

A calm sigh that turned into a soft intake of his breath to retain his meditation. White flowers, some blue as well. The flowerbeds were tidy. Ah, a tiny bird decoration sticking up from the soil. Sari had been the one to tend to these some time back, hadn't he? A cute charming touch that seemed perfectly in character with the quiet Xaela.

"Hmmn..." Was the hum, but no other words were offered. W'Behna simply curled his tail and settled in there. His body a supportive frame for the blond. After a moment of silence he merely purred out: "Details."

This was peaceful and nice. Even if he was always vigilant as one of the temple's few martial talents, W'Behna allowed himself to relax at moments like this. Especially since his mate had his 'eyes' on things right now. A complete trust put in Sehya's growing abilities with aethersight.

There was no need to focus. He could tell that Toya-san was about in the altar room. That W'Ehnri was up and seeing to his chores. A flick of the ear and he could even hear the light hum of Mashuel far away in the kitchen preparing breakfast since it was his turn for such.

To be able to "throw" one's senses far into the distance was one the hunter had honed at a young age. Granted, none of those memories were fond things. He just didn't dwell on them.

The one thing he could thank his mother for was his plethora of talents that made him skilled at protecting his family.

   "You know I love the details." There was a content warmth when he felt Behna in such moods. They were rare. But there was work to be done. So he'd put his mate to work as well. "The woman walking on the porch, there." He pointed across the garden where one of the walkways went over a small pond where a young Raen woman was passing. "Wearing black...white...some gold." Little did he know these were the temple colors and quite accurate.

W'Behna put his attention that way. The raen woman assessed before giving a nod. "En." He confirmed in a little grunt. A kiss to a shoulder following it in reward. "Good."

   Ears flicked and tail swished a bit in satisfaction of getting it right. Long fingers went to pluck a flower that lay within reach, rolling the stem between his fingerpads. It was almost as clear as actual sight this close. "A lily of white, six petals and pink towards the center." Content, he lifted it to his nose to enjoy the scent.

   "Hmn, yes." Another kiss up along the curve of his neck. "The bridge?"

Blue eyes lifted, directing towards the pond's bridge. The railings of it a bright red, with black accents, and wooden blanks of a warm oak color. A few petals and maple leaves already scattered along it would offer some interference. Not to mention the various colored koi swimming about in the water.

Meanwhile, Behna let his fingers stroke along Sehya's side. A mild distraction, or simply an action the stoic hunter couldn't help.

   His tail swished in the grass as it took some effort not to return all these lovely signs of affection. Indeed he had to learn to keep this focus outside of meditation, hold onto it as much as breathing. The ever-closed eyes looked to where Behna was indicating, picking up on the direction easily enough. The light breeze tossed the faint outlines of the leaves in his vision obscuring the other 'lines.' The back and forth motions of koi in the pond sent ripples over already blurred lines. His brow furrowed. The barest outline was easy, it's what he'd fallen back on as normal.

But DETAILS.

"A long pond, perpendicular to the fence, surrounded by rocks. The bridge lays across it. Red, bright red paint. And looks lovely enough for two to be able to stand comfortably side by side."

"En."

Behna was impressed, and sure enough came another kiss as a reward. This one just along jaw. He was definitely proud of his mate's progress. Mori's teaching was good. Possibly gentler than the methods and conditions he had been schooled under.

Definitely wise he didn't teach it.

"Pretty enough for a small bonding, yes." Behna added then; speaking more at length as was necessary. "Unless you have regained a taste for something more...elaborate."

   "Hm, I don't know." Sehya finally let himself relax if just the bit as he turned his head to return the smooch to wherever he could reach of his mate. "I made quite a haul last night. We could go all out. Get you into a nice suit. Release doves overhead. Silk everywhere."

   Behna accommodated him, if only to give him a kiss upon those lips instead of a cheek. Those hands now folded around to the front of the blonde. Though they were not being bad in anyway at least. Honest!

Instead the hunter was purring. Displaying his current mood with sounds and relaxed feline tells. His tail lazily dragged upon the ground.

"That is much, but if it is what you wish for."

   The dancer couldn't help a small chuckle at the reluctance in those words. Oh he know he could like get Behna all prettied up if he asked! But naw, he wasn't that cruel. With a content smile he gave in to lean against the other miqo'te, just taking in the calm.

The scent of the flowers and soil and Behna's familiar scent he knew so well. The sound of the slight ocean breeze that somehow still found its way up this hill, wind-chimes from the temple tinkling gently about. The warmth of the trusted body behind him. He was starting to be at peace again.

That relaxed posture put Behna at ease. Quite simply the hunter's happiness was tied to his mate and nephew. As long as they were happy, he could be content with anything in the world.

"Hmn..."

One of his hands at least resting back so he could be a proper resting spot for Sehya. Behna's other just lingering where it was. The blue eyes cast their gaze over the gardens. To think he found a peaceful life now. It seemed surreal in some respects, but he was happy with it.

A fact that made the black cat smile without him really noticing at all!

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The Distant Scent of What Felt Like Centuries

Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader Fluff

Summary: There's a certain ghoul that stalks you like predator to prey. But really how confident is he when not seducing another?

Warnings: Dewdrop being slightly creepy you could argue, flufffff, much flufffffffffff

A/n: I do wanna write something fluffy but I've been falling back into insecurity and I just want some love from a fire ghoul. Also, long title go brr.

GIF NOT MINE!!

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As horny as he was, you'd expect he'd be the most charismatic ghoul out of the bunch. But no, it was Swiss that was the most charismatic. Dewdrop, not by choice, was the worst at flirting when he wanted something romantic.

I guess it might be easier to think with your dick than it is your brain.

And throughout the past month you'd caught his stares at you, raking you over with something not of desire and lust. He looked at you like he wanted twirl you on your feet and surround you like a bubble. And you felt your heart warm from them, not the pit of your stomach.

Though, the past two days you were surprised at how difficult of a time he had genuinely speaking to you.

You'd noticed it, of course you had noticed it. The ways his hands fiddled and his posture would shift. The usual stoic nature of him and his body both faltered when he approached you the first time, and every time after that. It was like he couldn't sit still when face-to-face with you.

You remembered the way you got immediately warmer when he was, in that moment, greeting you with a "hello" (after just being shoved into your direction by Aether). You would totally say that you were warm due to yourself blushing, cause you certainly adored his rambunctious nature and the way he terrorized the other ghouls, but it wasn't just that. Him being flustered must've heat up the air around him, with you being directly in front.

Whether he noticed or not, you couldn't tell, but it made you like him all the more.

Now you felt yourself warm whenever his eyes were on you, this time from all the heat rushing to your face. Especially when he was in places we would never be normally. Like today.

The library was fairly quiet. When brothers and sister settled down for a book or studying, they were most respectful. So, when you felt his presence and heard his confidence footsteps across the marble, you knew he was looking at you. Nobody was that blatantly out of place when in the library, but him.

"Excuse me, Sister," he spoke, finally next to you. You never even noticed the air heating up around you when he approached, your face flushed with blood.

You coughed suddenly, "Oh, hi Dewdrop," you peeked around the corner of where he turned from to see that there were no ghouls in sight like there usually were when he was pushed in your direction like you were a dance circle. They were never amazing at hiding, so this was truly something that he had come up to you all on his own.

His knee was slightly twitching, not enough to where his whole self was bouncing but enough to see out of the corner of you eye.

You slipped the book you had taken from the shelf back in - not of your taste at that specific time. Lately, all you could do was read gothic romance novels, and you couldn't tell if it was just a switch of preference or if you just craved Dewdrop's attention so much more than before that you seeked it in novels as well.

"You- Uh well, hello," he sputtered his words out, the height he had put on when standing tall and confident breaking when his neck hunched at his first mistake in speech. It was cute.

"I was just, I just wanted to tell you that.. well you have very beautiful, um, beautiful eyes."

Your lips curved into a smirk, looking at him start to wipe his slick palms off onto his pants. Turning your body to him, you smoothed out his jacket. You could feel him burning holes into the top of your hair as he watched you like a vulture, the heat around you consuming more and more of any chill you'd felt in the library.

"Thank you Dewdrop, are you always this sweet to every woman you meet?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eye as you met his.

He huffed out a breath, turning his head away from yours. You felt bad in a way for embarrassing him. There were few women he had genuinely tried for, Aether told you about the stories of the roles reversing where they didn't want something real with him and Dewy only getting his heart broken.

You wanted to change that, you wanted to ever since you'd felt his looks. He was truly a ghoul to want.

"No.. mm, it's only y- it's only you," he mumbled. But you still heard it nonetheless.

You didn't know what really to say, but the moment you felt his words register, you grinned widely, placing your hands on his shoulder and planting a kiss on his masked cheek.

Now it felt almost suffocatingly hot, making you almost take a step back but Dewdrop reached up to grab your wrists in his hands and he pulled you towards him. His arms locked you to his chest and you felt his nose press against the top of your head.

You almost felt shocked at first - of course he seemed to be a more physical lover, you didn't think anyone could have the confidence to pull you against them so suddenly. But you sunk into him, palms pressing flat against his back as you breathed in the scent of smoke and something like cinnamon. He smelled really fucking good is all you had to say to describe it.

He must've been thinking the same exact thing as you felt him breathe out heavily, inhaling the smell of you like you were food. You could've been, if he didn't want to keep you so bad. His hands suddenly dug into the skin of your waist, claws retracted, arms still wrapped around you, making parallel lines across your back.

"Sodo!" you heard a voice echo from outside of the library. It was muffled, extremely, but loud enough to hear that someone was looking for him.

You felt the vibrations of a growl press to your ear at the interruption, though you were also getting a bit flustered at your embrace - yes it was an isle, but it was still public viewing. Anyone could've turned a corner and the whole ministry would've heard the rumors of a certain fire ghoul having a new possession.

You moved to slip out of his arms but he pulled you back, only to keep you for a second before letting you leave his arms.

When you stared back up, his head was titled, not even turning to look for his caller. He didn't care at all it seemed, his focus was on you. And you're sure the moment that he actually had to leave you, he'd been seeing red the whole evening.

"I will find you soon. Then maybe.. well, we can- we can hang out," Dewdrop said, voice low and deeper than before. He still had a hard time speaking to you though he had literally taken you into his arms moments before without any permission whatsoever.

Cute.

You tilted your head, "So a date?"

He stared at you for a moment before glancing back around the turn of the isle. Nobody had opened the doors yet.

Dewdrop slipped his hand across your cheek, settling his charcoal thumb against the curve of your cheekbone before he pulled your face towards him, resting it against his sternum. And you felt it then, on your nose, not a growl this time.

The purrs of the fire ghoul soon became apparent before he finally heard the door open much more loudly than the sweet librarian would have liked. You would've given anything to feel that tickle on your nose again, to feel him vibrating against you. You wanted to hear it too, the faint noise was there for a moment. But you had a feeling it could get louder than that.

He let you lean back, giving him the warmest smile before waving the ghoul off. You watched as he appeared behind his brother who was currently being chewed out by the middle aged woman that currently had library duty.

She shooed off the ghoul and Dewdrop followed in suit, throwing a look over his shoulder. Your heart flipped. You'd totally forgotten about that fact that you were looking for a book. As you felt into your surroundings again, the air started to cool down again. There were almost no remnants of the fact that Dewdrop was there. But, you lifted the sleeve of your habit to your nose and pressed softly, breathing in.

The scent of cinnamon hit your nose.

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Masterlist

[eros-ghoulette]

Such a moment

Fluff. Just fluff. (The GIF is random, but you'll get it if you read it)

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr, Mountain, Aether Word count: 672

There was only one word to describe how their day had been: exhausting. Ifrit and Zephyr both collapsed on the fireghoul's bed. Ifrit's face buried into a pillow, his legs dangling over the edge; he let out a small noise that reminded the other of a baby lynx they once saw in a nature documentary. A chuckle escaped the airghoul as they thought about it, earning Ifrit's attention.

“What?” he asked, one eye closed as he turned his head to face his mate. Zephyr could only laugh more as they saw the incredibly adorable expression on his face and reached out to take Ifrit's hearing aid off, a small ritual of theirs.

“Nothing,” they said, giggling, “you’re just cute, you know?”

Even after all this time, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Zeph rarely said such things, and when they did, it always felt really special to Ifrit. He hid his face in the pillow again and sighed: “I need to shower.”

The airghoul nodded and sat up; their legs were hurting. Zeph knew they wouldn’t shower today. Not even bathing felt like a good decision to them. Walking for hours around the city without their cane hadn’t been a good idea, but here they were. Ifrit also pulled himself up now, tilting his head to look at Zephyr, a smile on his lips.

“Should I get us something to eat beforehand?” he asked.

“No, you'll go showering, I'll get us dinner,” they said.

“Okay.” The guitarist knew better than to say anything against it and stood up to pick up a fresh pair of pyjama pants. His hand brushed over Zeph's cheek before leaving the room.

The moment Ifrit left, Zephyr pulled out their phone, calling Mountain. While on the phone, they took their cane and left, heading for the kitchen. The tall ghoul helped them prepare a plate of sandwiches and carried it back to Ifrit's room. They walked past the bathroom, hearing the loud music Ifrit usually listened to when he showered.

“Can you also help me with the mattress, please?” Zeph asked, rummaging through the closet and pulling out a few blankets. They hissed as their knee cracked loudly.

Mountain nodded. “Sure, what do you wanna do with it?”

“Put it next to the bed.”

The drummer also helped with the rest, getting some chairs and attaching the blankets to form a cave. He also brought some fairy lights from his room to make the pillowfort more comfy, and then helped Zephyr to bring all the pillows from their room into Ifrit's.

When Ifrit came back to his room, he found the lights dimmed. The airghoul was nowhere to be seen. Ifrit felt himself grinning like a little kid as he saw the pillowfort, his tail wagging behind him. Just two minutes later, Zeph came back in a pair of black sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

“You like it?” they said, smiling as they saw the excited fireghoul. His hair still a bit wet and the scar on his head clearly visible under his freshly cut sides.

Ifrit rushed over and stole himself a quick kiss, practically bouncing with eagerness to crawl into the pillowfort.

They ended up sitting close together, their tails intertwined as Ifrit searched for a film to watch on their laptop, Zephyr munching on one of the sandwiches. He finally settled on Miss Undercover, a film both of them liked. Ifrit wrapped one arm around his mate, making sure that Zeph found a position that wouldn’t hurt them.

A few hours later, the only thing to be heard was their mutual purring coming from the pillowfort. Zeph spread out on their back, Ifrit's arm over their belly, his head on their chest, drooling a bit on Zeph's shirt. Next to them, an empty plate, just some breadcrumbs left and the turned-off laptop.

When Aether came to get them for breakfast in the morning, he couldn’t help but take a pic and let them sleep. He definitely wouldn’t want to interrupt such a moment.

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i died while writing this because they are too AHHHHHH and i wanna watch Miss Undercover and my legs hurt

@aweisz there you go

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#5

The Distant Scent of What Felt Like Centuries

Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader Fluff

Part Two

Summary: There's a certain ghoul that stalks you like predator to prey. But really how confident is he when not seducing another?

Warnings: Dewdrop being slightly creepy you could argue, flufffff, much flufffffffffff

A/n: I do wanna write something fluffy but I've been falling back into insecurity and I just want some love from a fire ghoul. Also, long title go brr.

GIF NOT MINE!!

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As horny as he was, you'd expect he'd be the most charismatic ghoul out of the bunch. But no, it was Swiss that was the most charismatic. Dewdrop, not by choice, was the worst at flirting when he wanted something romantic.

I guess it might be easier to think with your dick than it is your brain.

And throughout the past month you'd caught his stares at you, raking you over with something not of desire and lust. He looked at you like he wanted twirl you on your feet and surround you like a bubble. And you felt your heart warm from them, not the pit of your stomach.

Though, the past two days you were surprised at how difficult of a time he had genuinely speaking to you.

You'd noticed it, of course you had noticed it. The ways his hands fiddled and his posture would shift. The usual stoic nature of him and his body both faltered when he approached you the first time, and every time after that. It was like he couldn't sit still when face-to-face with you.

You remembered the way you got immediately warmer when he was, in that moment, greeting you with a "hello" (after just being shoved into your direction by Aether). You would totally say that you were warm due to yourself blushing, cause you certainly adored his rambunctious nature and the way he terrorized the other ghouls, but it wasn't just that. Him being flustered must've heat up the air around him, with you being directly in front.

Whether he noticed or not, you couldn't tell, but it made you like him all the more.

Now you felt yourself warm whenever his eyes were on you, this time from all the heat rushing to your face. Especially when he was in places we would never be normally. Like today.

The library was fairly quiet. When brothers and sister settled down for a book or studying, they were most respectful. So, when you felt his presence and heard his confidence footsteps across the marble, you knew he was looking at you. Nobody was that blatantly out of place when in the library, but him.

"Excuse me, Sister," he spoke, finally next to you. You never even noticed the air heating up around you when he approached, your face flushed with blood.

You coughed suddenly, "Oh, hi Dewdrop," you peeked around the corner of where he turned from to see that there were no ghouls in sight like there usually were when he was pushed in your direction like you were a dance circle. They were never amazing at hiding, so this was truly something that he had come up to you all on his own.

His knee was slightly twitching, not enough to where his whole self was bouncing but enough to see out of the corner of you eye.

You slipped the book you had taken from the shelf back in - not of your taste at that specific time. Lately, all you could do was read gothic romance novels, and you couldn't tell if it was just a switch of preference or if you just craved Dewdrop's attention so much more than before that you seeked it in novels as well.

"You- Uh well, hello," he sputtered his words out, the height he had put on when standing tall and confident breaking when his neck hunched at his first mistake in speech. It was cute.

"I was just, I just wanted to tell you that.. well you have very beautiful, um, beautiful eyes."

Your lips curved into a smirk, looking at him start to wipe his slick palms off onto his pants. Turning your body to him, you smoothed out his jacket. You could feel him burning holes into the top of your hair as he watched you like a vulture, the heat around you consuming more and more of any chill you'd felt in the library.

"Thank you Dewdrop, are you always this sweet to every woman you meet?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eye as you met his.

He huffed out a breath, turning his head away from yours. You felt bad in a way for embarrassing him. There were few women he had genuinely tried for, Aether told you about the stories of the roles reversing where they didn't want something real with him and Dewy only getting his heart broken.

You wanted to change that, you wanted to ever since you'd felt his looks. He was truly a ghoul to want.

"No.. mm, it's only y- it's only you," he mumbled. But you still heard it nonetheless.

You didn't know what really to say, but the moment you felt his words register, you grinned widely, placing your hands on his shoulder and planting a kiss on his masked cheek.

Now it felt almost suffocatingly hot, making you almost take a step back but Dewdrop reached up to grab your wrists in his hands and he pulled you towards him. His arms locked you to his chest and you felt his nose press against the top of your head.

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#4

Hii! I really liked your Dew fic and how sweet the reader was. Most fanfic writers end up making the Sisters of Sin as some whores, but its so nice to see a change in this. I am very awkward and I really dislike swearing, so seeing those characteristis represented in your readers is a breath of fresh air.

Anyways, can we please get a second part of that Dewdrop fanfic? Where else will he leave his scent next?

My love!! Hi!! I'm actually really surprised at how much traction my Dewdrop fic got cause I though people would be upset I strayed away from his main trait (horny). And thank you, I love writing soft readers!! You are not the first who wanted a part two - so here it is!!!

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For Eternity

Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader Smut

Part Two of "The Distant Scent of What Felt Like Centuries"

Summary: You don't smell like him anymore. How could Dewdrop ever fix a problem like that?

Warnings: Paula (me) gets really sucked into describing Dewdrop's room, fingering, knotting, creampie, feral Dewy, horn pulling, just very sweet love making, hair pulling

A/n; So, I also had a request for maybe some "activities" in part two, so this is gonna be long enough that you get the sweet and spicy taste (hopefully).

GIF NOT MINE!!

•--•

When you woke up, you expected your day to be normal. Though with the thought of Dewdrop consuming you, your mind started second guessing. And you should've seriously listened.

The moment you stepped foot back in the library to help set books away like you had every morning, you saw the same sweetheart you did everyday, hunched over her oval desk in a stressed fashion.

"Sister Katherine, are you feeling alright?" you asked, voice toned down to a bare whisper as to not disturb her loudly.

It almost sounded like she growled when she let out a long groan, but when she sat straight and showed her face, she was smiling, "Finally, you're here."

You twisted your eyebrows, looked at her more closely. You'd never seen her look more distressed in your whole time at the ministry. She was always such a lighthearted girl, stubborn but sweet to the core. And here she was, looking like she hadn't closed her eyes at all last night.

"Your little ghoul, the one that's been following you, is giving me a headache!" she complained, pressing the flat of her palm to the table and reaching for your hand with her other.

She took you closer to her, "He seems really excited to see you, Sister, I promise... because he keep changing the temperature drastically and you know I hate the heat."

You offered her a small smile, hiding a giggle, "I am really sorry, Sister, I'll talk to him about that-"

Then you felt it, the warmth wash over you. Sister Katherine groaned and took her hand from you, pressing it against her head. You whispered out an apology before turning and seeing Dew waiting outside of the library doors, one opened.

You rushed towards him with fast steps. He tilted his head at you stepping back with a widened grin spreading on his face.

"Dew, you have to stop getting so excited..." you said, holding his forearm and dragging him away.

Though dragging was more a hyperbole than it usually would be, as he eagerly walked to follow next to you, "You know I can't help it. It's.. it's uncontrollable Sister."

You sighed and stopped some ways away from the library. It wasn't connected to the ministry, only linked by a stone path. You led Dewdrop away to a big willow tree between the two buildings, turning and looking up at him.

He beamed down at you while your back was mere inches from the trunk.

"I think you very much can, you know I would've found you after my duties-"

"I didn't know that, what I did know is that if I caught you doing your duties, you would tell me that you'd find me. So I would know," he said, hands folded behind his back like he was restricting himself from touching you.

You rolled your eyes, reaching your hand up to smooth out his vest, "You're high maintenance."

Like your fingers had animated him, brought him life, Dewdrop's hands snuck up to bring feather light touches over your waist. His face leaned closer to yours, kissing you on your cheek.

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598 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

#3

Can I request ghost reactions to you having a nightmare and you leave your bedroom to clear your thoughts please?

Wawawaw. Hi. I'm having a good time eating dry cereal so I'm gonna work on some requests. I don't have nightmares often, but when I do, I can never go back to bed so this will be fun! (All of these are established relationships, I don't know if you wanted that or not - my apologies!!)

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How The Ghouls React To You Having A Nightmare

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You woke up in a cold sweat, breath coming out if you heavy and hard. It was like you'd run a marathon, though you almost wished you were panting from exertion.

Instead it was from stress. A nightmare encased in darkness and indescribable to anyone. You couldn't tell if it was a feral beast or it was only a brush of wind. But no matter what it was, your heart shook from it.

Your shirt was soaked through, forcing you up. It wasn't like you'd be going back to sleep anyways. You took it off, clawing at it like it was infected with the plague. You found a tank top, opting to put that on. Who would care, Copia had heard of your nightmares, calling them messages from Satan. If they were anything, they were messages from the Lord of Paranoia.

Walking out of your room, your bare feet padded along the marble floor. Your pajama pants kept your legs warm, but the cold floor sent chills through your feet. It reminded you of the danger that the ministry reinforced for staying in after curfew. But you weren't scared of the ghouls.

Especially not when you held a soft spot for one of them.

~Dewdrop~

He had smelled your fear before you woke up, not being able to ignore the way you seemed to suffocate in panic. He slinked out of his room and the ghoul's wing, creeping around the ministry, looking for you from deep shadows in corners. And when he finally found you, he watched you take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth.

Your eyes scanned decorations, looking for a distraction. But it wasn't hard for them to catch on one you certainly hadn't seen before. Glowing yellow eyes in the corner of a display case.

You felt it wash over you; his reassuring warmth. You sighed softly, holding out your hand, "Dewdrop."

He walked out of the darkness with short steps, and then he finally came into view, mask having been stripped from his face, dark purple hues under his eyes and his long, blonde hair flowing off his shoulders, tangled in few placed. He only had pjama pants on, but you knew by how worn out he was that it wasn't on purpose.

"You're scared," he said, soon standing in front of you. He only stared at you, tilting his head, "You have nothing to be afraid of here, I hope you know that."

You smiled up at him in a way that was meant to reassure him, but you could tell he didn't feel reassured at all.

"I just had a nightmare, I needed to take a walk to clear my head, alright?" you looked up at him with softened eyes, "Go back to sleep, you look so exhausted."

Dewdrop's hand moved to yours so fast you almost didn't believe it happened. The glow of his eyes had intensified in that moment, radiating light that gave his eyelashes shadows.

"Only- Only if you come to bed with me," he murmered, slipping his nimble fingers around your other wrist and pressing both of your hands to his chest.

The ghoul shivered at the contrast of your cold fingertips against his warm chest. Rain was right about it being a cold night. But as he expected you to say no to the words that were so bold from him, you just nodded.

You could definitely go for some snuggles.

~Aether~

He felt the presence of you as you walked past the ghoul's wing. What could you possibly be doing so late? Especially around here?

He threw the blankets off of himself fast, tugging a long sleeve on and rushing out of his door. It closed with a creak, but he didn't care about the noise echoing through the hall. Something had to be wrong and he was determined to figure out.

You barely even noticed where you were going though, still trying to shake off the feeling of your dream. The ministry was probably the single handedly most creepiest place you'd ever roamed at night, but it was the most relaxing.

Well, until you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, and a second closing around your mouth. Most likely to muffle your screaming, which it did. You were pulled back into a strong chest and you wanted to cry for a moment before you looked up.

And staring down at you was his soft yellow eyes. "Aether..." you said, still muffled. He let it down and slinked his second arm around your waist with the other. "You scared the living hell out of me."

"You scared me worse," he spoke, kissing along your jawline, "You shouldn't be walking alone this late. I'm so glad it was me that scared you instead of someone else..."

You knew the other ghouls would never hurt you - Aether would eat them alive for it. But he never stopped worrying about your safety.

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#2

Don't Fuck With The General

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: Anakin loves disobeying orders and disrespecting his higher-ups. But he certainly hates when you give him a taste of his own, vulgar medicine.

Warnings: filthy filthy SMUT, p in v, inappropriate use of the force???, chokinggggg, degradation, mentions of exhibitionism, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, edging, use of the word cunt (I think some people don't like that word), masochism?

A/n: I know the title isn't really a good one but like, I don't have much brain left today.

GIF NOT MINE!!

•--•

Anakin was stubborn and confident, so confident that he was one shove away from crossing the thin line between confident and cocky. But you never minded, you actually liked cocky men. And you liked bringing out that side of Anakin, you loved being that push to force him to the other side of that thin line.

And right now, staring up at Anakin while you lay completely naked under him with a smirk plastered on your face, you never loved it more. Anakin was also naked as the day he was born, though the metal hand didn't exactly come out with him. But needless to say, his face contorted with anger. His blue eyes flickered between a still ocean and roaring waves, dominance consuming you whole. Yet you still had a shit eating grin on your face.

"What's wrong Ani?" you asked, looking up at him with the most faked innocence the galaxy had ever seen. And he knew it.

Anakin pressed his hard-on into your thigh with a growl, "You know exactly what the fuck is 'wrong'."

The smile vanished from your face as his hand reached up, fingers curling around your throat. He applied delicious pressure that made you breathe out a groan. His head tilted as he watched your face, "You disrespect me in front of my men, you never do anything that you're told, you're off the rails whenever I am directing the missions."

Anakin's shifted his hips, his thick length pressing against your cunt in the most teasing manner. You attempted to grind up into him, your hips bucking subconsciously. But as soon as you whimpered out at the pressure against your clit, you found another pressure in the way that the force kept your hips against the soft sheets.

"All you want is my attention, don't you? As much as you love being praised, you seem to enjoy being bad. Is that what you want me to call you? Cause that's exactly what you are, a bad girl," he said, face inching closer at the last words, grip on your neck tightening a bit more to make you sputter.

The way you were choking for air couldn't have been hot - it wasn't to you, but you soon felt Anakin's cock twitch against you, eliciting a moan out of your mouth. You slick was still dripping onto his dormant member, the force keeping you still, his hand keeping you silent, and his gorgeous face keeping you enticed.

He loosened up a bit on you, index finger stroking the side of your neck with a sweet scrape of his nail before he would trail up to stroke his finger back down. "I'll give you what you need. I'll give you my cock, filthy thing. Is that what you want?"

You smirked, you had everything that you wanted from him. Wrapped around your finger like a ring. Though, you didn't have him on a tight leash - he still had full reign over you, but you knew that he was exactly where you wanted him. At least you thought.

Anakin reached his metal hand between your hot bodies, wrapping it around the base of his length as he guided it towards your wetness. Pushing the tip of his thick cock in, you let a strangled moan slip out of your mouth. He felt so incredibly good already, you had needed him worse than you thought.

Anakin looked up at you, smirking in a way that made goosebumps spread out over your skin. He was so fucking perfect, handsome in every way possible, his hair flowing off his head in dirty, golden locks. His teeth were showing, incisors sharp in the dim light.

"Haven't even put half of it in you and you're already making such sweet noises," he mocked you while chuckling, "Maybe I should've just taken you right in front of my men. If you need a cock in you so bad, maybe I'll bend you right over the holotable and let all my ARC Troopers watch your eyes roll back into that pretty head of yours."

You clenched around the head of his cock, making him inch into you further. He shook his head with a shit-eating grin, "Always knew you were a fucking slut."

His eyes locked with yours again and you croaked, "I- I just wanna show them how good the General- nhh.. is at- at fucking me." You could barely speak while he was filling you to the brim, bottoming out completely in you. The way he filled you made your toes curl, and you could've sworn you felt him all the way in your throat.

Anakin's hand tightened around your throat once again. "I'm sure they already know how good I fuck you," he recoiled his hips till he was barely inside of you, "Especially when you're always giving me fuck-me eyes. They all know that their little medic is a fucking slut for the General."

And with that, Anakin's hips met your own faster than you could process the way his words created sparks in your belly. You reached up to cup your hand over your mouth, a noise that was far from something you'd ever made bleeding through the cracks of your fingers. But your daring Jedi Knight had no patience for you.

Taking his hand from your throat, he snatched your hand and pinned it above your head, snatching up the other to join it. Anakin was thrusting into you like he'd been waiting to fuck you for years. And with the way the head of his cock pounded into you, he could've easily convinced you that he'd never touched you before this. You had completely lost your mind.

You felt your thoughts melt from your head, but your mouth still babbled senselessly, "Fuck- 'm your slu- nhaa! Yo- Your slut, Ani!"

Your stuttering and the noises slipping from your puffed lips amused Anakin beyond keeping a straight face. He practically laughed in your face at the state you were in, snickering as he drilled into you, "Only mine, Sweetheart. What a good girl, knowing your place. 'Wanna just keep you forever, my best girl. My pretty little slut."

You'd never felt your release creep up like this, but you whined, "Ani- I- think 'mm gonna cum."

And with eyes of a killer, he pulled out of you and used his flesh hand to slap you. It was soft, at least as soft as he could be. Squishing your cheeks together, his nose scrunched as he sneered at you like a playground bully.

"You think you get to cum just like that? You think you have it all fucking figured out. Obviously there's not a single thought in that head though, I'm not your bitch," he hissed, metal hand sifting through your hair before grabbing a fistful near the base of your scalp, pulling your head up like a puppet.

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My #1 post of 2022

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜ with Anakin? (A girl with a big metal hand kink as I have one as well)

-- I love the metal hand as well, it's just so yummy. Thank you for sending in a request!!

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Good Resolutions

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Anakin never found a way to get along. With your feuds and the war occupying your minds, you were convinced Anakin Skywalker only cared about himself. So maybe you should try as well. And you did.

Warnings: Anakin does make fun of the reader!!, violence, injury, blood, Metal hand kink, Dom!Anakin, brat tamer!Anakin, rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), slight humiliation, slight praise kink, inappropriate use of the force, hair pulling, soft ending :)

GIF NOT MINE!!

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You didn't want this war. It had caused pain to everyone; to you, to Obi-Wan, to the clones that knew nothing more than fighting and to the civilians that had to endure it all. You felt horrible for all of the factors in this war. It had caused yourself grief and stress, things that the Jedi were forbid of, but you never understood how the Jedi just saying, "Hey, just don't feel anything and you can stay in our cult of magicians!" would fix any of your emotions from straining against your mind.

And him. Oh him. If you weren't a Jedi, you would've ripped Skywalker's face apart. You hated him, more than you had hated anything. There were only few things you let yourself hate, and one of them was no doubt him. He crawled under your skin, biting at you, irritating you. And the council always thought it was a good idea to bring you two together. In their eyes, the more you had to see him, the more you two "got along" (and the less they had to deal with his bullshit). And through the war process, you hated him even more.

The flirting, oh you couldn't stand the flirting. You didn't dare say anything to the council, you didn't wanna hear about your snitching from him everytime you walked beside him. You'd rather the unnerving silence that was always there till he wanted to brush his gloved hand against your arm, move a piece of loose hair from your face, have the audacity to correct your stances everytime you found yourself in battle. The way he called you 'pretty girl' whenever it was just you and him. You fucking hated everything about him and his stupid, handsome face.

He was really at your throat this whole week though. You'd been sent to Geonosis, another secret imperial base had been made for them to perform their various meetings. It also was supposedly a site for explosives construction on their half. So, you were happy that meant not blowing something to smithereens due to the possibility of very fatal explosives.

As the 501st communicated with your battalion of calm soldiers, you had to stand beside the rat they assigned you to help. You wished that Rex would find a question for you, so you could talk to him instead. You walked in silence with Skywalker, only few of your most skilled men behind you - Commander Tank, Reaper, Mitch, Magma and Cub.

Your men talked to you a lot, they loved jokes and sarcasm, but they didn't like bothering their General, especially when you were next to the man you hated more than anything - in those moments your shoulders were so tense your men thought you were about to punch something. But you honestly wish your men didn't care for your sanity because them being a distraction was better than them being silent and watching your back as Skywalker walked confidently next to you.

"Do you always breathe that loud?" Anakin peeped up, looking over at you. His face was blank but you could tell he was holding in a devilish smirk that you swear to maker you always wanted to slap off of his face.

You looked over at him with pure confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You sound like you're suffocating, is it too long of a walk for you little miss princess?" he asked, purposefully mocking you, just needing to get to your head, to tickle your insecurities.

Your nose scrunched up at his comment, "I've been breathing perfectly fine this whole time, Master Skywalker. Don't you have better things to listen to than my breathing anyways?"

"Well, when you're being incredibly loud, I can't focus on those 'better things'."

You turned away from him, your face hot. Did you really breathe that loud? No, he just wants to get to you. But what if you did really breathe that loud? You felt embarrassed beyond belief. All you wanted to do was fall back and escape to the transport ship that had left what seemed like a millennium ago.

Before you could think too far into it, one of your boys, Mitch, spoke up, "I don't think you breathe that loud, General."

The clone outfitted in white and a forest green fell into step next to you. You smiled widely at him, looking up. It was funny, the clones being taller than yourself - yet they only listened to you. You'd seen other people attempt to boss around your clones, but they had hard heads and they liked to knock them against anyone other than yourself.

Anakin muttered something under his breath, eyes averting away from your figure. You would've asked him what he had said if it weren't for you just simply not caring about his opinion on anything.

Mitch fell back into step with the rest of the men, leaving you in the same atmosphere that you were in before he trailed up on you; in Skywalker's restrained silence. You knew he wanted to say something else, he always wanted to say something about your men being "kiss-ups", just wanted you to give them your full attention.

'If you really want to insult me, don't do it in front of my men,' you spoke through thoughts. You'd think you'd have a force connection with someone you liked, someone that made you cherish their time and attention. The one between you and Anakin was unnecessary and stupid - that's why you never got into verbal arguments. It was almost like texting someone over a holopad, except you could hear their voice almost as if it were in a dark chamber, echoing off the walls of your mind.

He didn't respond, his eyes forward, watching the trail with carefulness that he only faked. He just didn't want to look at you is what the problem was, cause when he did, he would say something nasty. 'Come by my quarters when we get back to Coruscant, then I won't have to say a single word in front of your men.'

For once, you were up to the challenge of talking to him. You always denied his offers, which only sent more teases your way, more glares. The less you interacted with him, the more he mocked you. 'Fine, then I will.'

You watched out of the corner of your eye, a smirk spreading across his face.

It did take long to find something, the hideout that everyone was speaking of. It was small, carved into a peak. "Great, we'll be lucky if we don't find tunnels in this thing."

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