#fortune teller series

[thecabinsixwitch]

percy jackson & the olympians aesthetics: 10/?

🎨👖Rachel Elizabeth Dare 👩🏻‍🦰🌻

“You have the gift of prophecy. But it is also a curse. Are you sure you want this?”

“It’s my destiny.”

I'm not bad, I'm not good / I drank every sky that I could / Made myself mythical, tried to be real / Saw the future in the face of a / Daffodil / We practice resurrection every night / Raising the dead under the moonlight / And in the gloaming, I start to cry / You're a perfect pearl hung in the sky

~ “Daffodil” - Florence + the Machine

[brahmenbones]

There’s something devious about this fella

[colourme-feral]

Our Skyy 2 x Never Let Me Go (2023) and Love Upon a Time (Official Trailer) (2023)

[link-is-a-dork]

[prismstonearchives]

ねこうらないしピンクコーデ - Cat Fortune Teller Pink Coord

[virtuastreetfighting-world5000]

The Fortune-teller

[lifewithaview]

Caitriona Balfe and Mark Jeary in "Outlander (2014) The search

S1E14

Ian has survived the ambush and has returned to Lallybroch telling Claire that Jamie has been taken prisoner by the British. She and Jenny set out to find him and soon come across the British patrol. They quickly spot Taran MacQuarrie but there's no sign of Jamie. They intercept a British courier and learn that Jamie has in fact escaped. While Jenny returns home to care for her newborn, Claire is joined by Murtagh Fraser and they set off in search of Jamie. Murtagh's approach is to let their presence be known and once Jamie hears they are about, he will contact them. He presses Claire to sing in pubs - she uses a very modern melody - but contact is slow in coming. When she does finally get the long-awaited message, it turns out to be from Dougal MacKenzie and he has bad news - Jamie has been caught and is being held in Wentworth prison.

[thebrideoftiffany]

couldn’t imagine him having one honestly. so odd to think about going through the interviewing process, like why are you in his face right now?

“so what’s your experience?”

“why do you want to know, you a cop?”

[bluenpinkcastle]

20220725: Lego series 9 collectible mini-figures (71000) included some really neat characters, such as a waiter, a cyclops, a heroic knight, the roman emperor, a fortune teller, a judge, an alien avenger, a mermaid, battle mech, and mr. good and evil.

[rayes-rain]

One thing I don't get in anti-kataang discourse is when people say that the plot point of them getting together at the end came out of nowhere because katara only treated aang like her brother/child. I'm sorry, I must have hallucinated katara's realization of aang as a potential future husband in the fortune teller, her being flustered about kissing him in the cave of two lovers, the looks they share in the headband and their dance, the multiple cheek kisses she gives him of her own accord throughout the series, the blushing, the way she holds him, the way she leans into the kiss he gives her on the day of black sun.

You get my point. I think too often people equate characters' onscreen chemistry, which is pretty subjective, to actual plot set-up. The romance between aang and katara was well set-up from episode 1 by the writers, but some viewers do not think they have good chemistry and so are surprised by the fact that she chooses him in the end instead of their fave.

Your mileage my vary on aang and katara's romantic chemistry, but you really can't deny that the set-ups were there. Something something the death of media literacy.

[cocoacat323]

Scum Villian Fic Recs

So, I've been reading fanfiction for a long ass time, longer than I've been on Tumblr and have always loved fic recs, and now I realize I can make my own(yay!), so here it is. None of these are explicit or anything, but they are super good.

A Transmigrator and a Time Traveler Walk Into The Bamboo House Summary:

Over a year after Shen Qingqiu's death, Luo Binghe consults his servant's servant, concurrently his disgraced martial uncle, for a way to bring the love of his life back. Shang Qinghua sends him in the direction of a certain time-traveling artifact, which supposedly brings one to the day they first met their soulmate. Odd, though, that the artifact ends up missing the destination by just a few years…

A story in which post-Abyss Luo Binghe relives his disciple days, while juggling his secrets, traumas, and some unexpected revelations about the man he loves on top of that.

Unveiling The Imposter Summary:

While tracking a suspicious fortune-teller, Shen Qingqiu falls unconscious. The fortune-teller extracts a glowing orb from his body, telling Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge that this Shen Qingqiu is an imposter, and they can see for themselves if they don't believe it.

Alternatively, the Demon Lord and Peak Lords watch Scum-Villain's Self-Saving System.

Characters Watch the Series fanfic. Post-Canon.

High Mountain, How I Long Summary: Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

meta madness Summary: Looking at SVSSS through the eyes of the universe left behind when Airplane and Cucumber died. (Note: Not a fic, but a series, but every fic in it is so good so definitely check it out.)

it's only shameless if you had any shame to loose in the first place Summary: They have not told anyone about their marriage, and at Shen Qingqiu's request, they will only do so once the wedding preparations are done. No one will have time to nag!

But in the meantime, Luo Binghe, demonic lord or not, is only an alpha. He must do something to show off his claim or he'll go insane, he really will. He'll qi deviate terribly, see if he won't.

Fortunately, as thin-faced as he is, his Shizun does not care much for proper dynamic etiquette...

love's worth running to Summary: “Shizun,” he purred, darkly calm despite the anger oozing out of his mock-respectful smile. Luo Binghe's grip on Xiu Ya's blade tightened, and he realised with belated horror that his blood was running down the sword and dripping by Shen Qingqiu's feet. His sword had to be held at an upwards angle now, to reach the place where he pierced him back then.

Shen Qingqiu felt sick. There was something wrong in this dream.

“I ask you again. Do you regret it, Shizun?”

//

Shen Qingqiu can't answer whether he regrets betraying him. Luo Binghe wants his Shizun to understand how he suffered, and drags Shen Qingqiu into his dreamscape of the Endless Abyss that night.

The only problem: Shen Qingqiu isn't waking up.

We Are Not Wise Summary:

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

The Cultivating Force Summary: In which a Master and a Padawan run into a Shizun and a... Sith?

and judgement is just like a cup that we share Summary: The blob finished rotating into place in a way that wasn’t quite compatible with geometry as Shen Qingqiu understood it, and cleared a throat it didn’t seem to have.

“Greetings,” it said, somehow clearly addressing him in particular more than the room as a whole despite its total lack of features other than blueness and translucency. “I’m here on behalf of the Hyper-Celestial Peace and Order Enforcement Bureau. Crime scene secure, proceeding to interviews. Beginning with Subject One: You are Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, also known as Peerless Cucumber?”

"Proud Immortal Demon... Protection Squad?" Summary:

[ REWRITTEN 2023 ]

in which shen qingqiu, the nation's scum villain, doesn't perish from a qi deviation and instead, after dying tragically in his pathetic, sickly, 20 year-old body because he ate some definitely rotten yogurt he mistook for cream cheese like the absolute knob that he is, shen yuan wakes up to find himself in the body of a child, in the middle of a forest, and with absolutely no clue what world this shitty system had dropped him into. he decides to just go with the flow, one step at a time.

what could possibly go wrong?

(the answer is: everything)

(Shen Yuan Might Die Often but His) Old Habits Die Hard Summary: When Luo Binghe asks about his spiritual veins in the Holy Mausoleum, Shen Yuan's chest feels so funny that a lifetime of being chronically ill and reassuring his loved ones that, actually, he's fine kicks in. It is fine, really, because every problem in Airplane-bro's world can be solved by something that's penciled regularly into Shen Yuan's schedule at least eight times a week now.

Except the cure for Without a Cure doesn't work, and Shen Yuan's unlucky enough that Airplane-bro's plot device for winning over a tsundere via 'walking a mile in each others' bodies' hits him before he can figure out an alternative to telling Binghe that actually his five years of rebuilding Shen Qingqiu's spiritual veins diligently failed to cure him.

Luo Binghe is, of course, less than impressed to discover through personal experience what Shen Yuan, with his pain scale so skewed by years of chronic pain, never did during all his time poisoned: that, actually, having spiritual energy forming blockages and blood stagnating in your body hurts like hell.

Anyway, that's all that I've got for now. I hope that if you do take my recs you enjoy them, and remember to read all of the tags. Have fun reading!

[nonsensology]

F is for Flippy (and a fuming furious Fliq) frantically fleeing from fanatic fans at a fall forest festival.

While I was feeling nostalgic over favorite childhood books, I was suddenly in the mood to make an alphabet illustration. Here you'll also find "Flounder fishing for French fries" and "Fix-It Felix fixing a fondue fountain for some foxes and a ferret".

I counted over 60 different F words and things represented here (although I could have also missed some). This includes technicalities like "face", "fur", "finger", "fabric", and "fast". Can you spot them all?

F (character from Mike Salcedo series)

fabric

face

fairy

fairy tale

fall (autumn)

fan (device)

fan (person)

fan art

fanatic

fangs

farm

fast

Felix, Fix-It

fern

ferret

festival

film

film reel

fingers

Finland

firefighter

firefly

firework

first (place)

fish

fishing (verb)

fishing pole / fishing rod

five (both Roman and Arabic)

fix(ing)

flag

flamingo

flee(ing)

Flerovium

Flippy

Fliq(py)

floaty

florist

Flounder

flower

fondue

food

foot / feet

football

footprint

footstool

forest

forget-me-not

fork

fortune teller

fossil

fountain

four

fourteen

fox

foxglove

France / French

Frankenstein's monster

frantic(ally)

fries

frog

fruit

fuming

fur

furious

furniture

[link-is-a-dork]

[aphroditelovesu]

The Lost Queen - X

— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader.

— word count: 4,000.

— tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog, @silmawensgarden

— the lost queen series masterlist.

— chapter warning: dub-con, smut, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, fingering (sort of), and unprotected sex.

Chapter 10

A few hours before the ceremony,

You looked at the dress you wore strangely, it definitely wasn't bad but you weren't happy.

''You look beautiful, my lady.'' A servant who had helped you get dressed constantly praised you, saying how beautiful you looked wearing that red dress. You thanked her and sat down on the cot when she left the tent.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic that was building in your body. You placed your hand on your chest and felt your heart beating incessantly, you tried to take a deep breath and count to ten.

''Are you well?''

You looked up quickly when a deep, calm voice reached your ears. You frowned a little when you noticed it was Hephaestion. Your mouth went dry and your hands started to sweat.

''Y-Yes...'' You cursed yourself for stuttering. You straightened your posture and forced a smile at the general. He looked at you strangely but didn't comment on your clear nervousness.

''May I?'' He pointed to a chair next to your cot and you nodded. He sat down gracefully and smiled at you, but there was something about him that also made you sad.

''Are you okay?'' You asked softly.

He didn't say anything for a few minutes and just stared at the ground with a blank expression. You felt a little bad about his melancholy and it was obvious it was about your wedding.

Well, then there were three of you. You, Perdiccas and Hephaestion.

''You look very beautiful.'' He said suddenly, looking at you intently. You blushed a little at his gaze on you. Hephaestion was a very attractive man.

''Thank you, General.''

He smiled, ''No need to be formal, anyway, I will be the one who will have to be formal to you. You will be my Queen.''

The word ''Queen'' threatened to make you weak in the knees.

''Yeah...'' That was the only thing you said.

Hephaestion continued looking at you for a few more seconds and then looked away, ''I can understand why Alexander chose you to be his wife.''

You raised your eyebrow, confused.

''There's something about you that I don't understand, (Y/N).'' He said and you felt your heart speed up even more at his words, ''Something... Mythical, I would say.''

''Is there?'' You whispered. There was no way he could have known, was there?

''Yes... I just don't know what it is, but there is something about you that attracts people.'' You mentally scoffed at his words, only if it was some kind of witchcraft. Maybe going to that fortune teller with May last month was a big mistake.

''Ah, I...'' You didn't know what to say, so you decided to change the subject quickly, ''How are you with the wedding story about Alexander and me?''

Hephaestion frowned and looked at you, ''What do you mean?''

You swallowed hard, ''Well, you know... You and Alexander are-''

''Alexander and I are?'' You felt like you had shot yourself in the foot with the harshness of the general's words.

''Uh... Gays?'' You whispered the last part and Hephaestion stared at you with confusion. Oh, right, that term didn't exist.

''Gays?'''

You felt like laughing at his confusion, ''Don't get me wrong! I fully support the LGBT people and same-sex marriage-''

For the love of god, (Y/N), you should shut up while you still can.

Hephaestion stood up quickly and looked at you with surprise, ''How so?''

''Look, if you think-'' You tried to reason but he seemed too incredulous to listen to you.

''Alexander and I are not together! That's it-''

''Beautiful?'' He looked at you and you flinched at the anger present in his eyes.

''Absurd!''

You made a strange sound with your mouth, as if you were disapproving of him, ''No need to be offended.''

''I'm not offended.'' You looked at him as if to say, ''Really bitch?'' with your eyes.

You decided to apologize quickly, wanting as much as possible to avoid making enemies, especially if they were powerful, ''I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to offend you or make you upset. My mistake.'' You breathed heavily and your shoulders slumped.

Hephaestion stared at you for a few seconds and sighed, ''It's me who should apologize for acting in such an... Improper way.''

''Are we even then?'' You smiled at him and Hephaestion couldn't help but smile back.

''We are.''

Hephaestion seemed calmer and smiled at you, he lowered his head and left your tent without saying anything. You sighed heavily and sat down on the cot.

You slowly entered the King's tent where your marriage would be consummated, your legs weak and your heart beating painfully in your chest. You tried to take a deep breath.

You looked around and nothing had changed since your last entry here, maps and letters spread across a table and some chandeliers lighting up the room. You placed your hands on a chair and tried to remain calm, trying your best to fight the anxiety that threatened to eat you alive and the fear of what would inevitably happen.

The last thing you needed was to cry your eyes out, or maybe that was exactly what you needed.

''(Y/N)?'' You jumped when you heard Alexander's calm voice. He appeared with two glasses of wine in his hand and offered you one, you smiled weakly and accepted, drinking it greedily.

Alexander sat down on the chair and pulled out another, gesturing for you to sit, which you did. He knew you were nervous and scared and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

''No need to be afraid.'' He said softly, drinking some wine.

You mentally scoffed at his words. How could you not be afraid?

''I'm not scared.'' It was a lie, clearly. If terror had a smell it would be emanating from you right now.

''What's going to happen next is... Natural.'' Alexander shifted a little in his chair, uncomfortable.

''How so?'' You frowned and bit your bottom lip.

Alexander clutched the cup, "The consummation of our marriage."

You didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Alexander felt his face get hot, ''Y-You know what's going to happen, don't you?''

You continued to stare at him, pretending you didn't know anything.

Alexander coughed a little fakely, ''W-When a man and a woman get married, they-''

You started laughing loudly, not being able to hold back any longer. Your laughter could be heard throughout the tent and you had to hold on to the table to keep from falling.

Alexander looked at you like you were a lunatic. And maybe you were.

''I'm sorry, I can't hold back!'' You laughed more, feeling all your anxiety subside.

Alexander smiled at seeing you so happy and laughed along, although he didn't understand what had made you so hysterical. When you finally stopped laughing, he asked, ''What's so funny?''

You smiled widely, ''You.''

''Me?'' He asked, confused.

''Seeing you trying to explain to me what sex is is so-'' You held yourself back from laughing again. It was simply comical for you to deal with, everything that had happened was comical. You, in the past and married to one of the greatest conquerors in history and now about to lose your virginity to him.

Your life was a comedy. A pretty bad one, but one that might please some sadistic god.

''Did your mother teach you?'' Alexander decided to ask what was on his mind.

You looked at him from the corner of your eye and slowly nodded your head.

''I understand.'' Alexander smiled a little, ''You should know that I have no intention of hurting you.''

How did you hurt Cleitus? You wanted to say it out loud, but you knew it was a really bad idea.

''However, you must understand that consummation is necessary, not only to confirm our marriage but also so that I can have an heir.''

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, even though you already knew.

''I know.'' You whispered, defeated.

Alexander got up from the chair and stood behind you, placing his hand on your shoulder gently, ''I promise I will be as careful as possible.''

Alexander bent down to your ear and nibbled lightly, his large, scarred hands running up your right arm and reaching your shoulders, where he squeezed them gently, as if he was trying to calm you down.

You bit back a sob when you felt him undo the embellishment on your dress, leaving it loose and easy to remove.

"Do not be afraid." He murmured when he noticed your body goosebumps, "I promise to be gentle."

You closed your eyes and tried to dry the tears that threatened to fall. Alexander slowly and carefully removed your dress, first the top and when your breasts were visible, he urged you to take off the bottom. You carefully lifted one leg and then the other, your red dress finally on the floor of the tent.

"You are beautiful." He whispered as he contemplated the beauty of your nakedness. You were beautiful, just beautiful. Everything, your breasts, your belly, your hips, your legs, everything. Completely beautiful.

You smiled slightly at the compliment, but placed your hand under your stomach, feeling it lurch. You were so nervous you felt like throwing up.

Alexander brought his face closer to yours and caressed you with the back of his hand. You smiled and opened your eyes, taking in his soft face. So different from the man you had seen stabbing his own friend.

He held your hands and squeezed them gently and guided you backwards to the bed that was placed in the deepest part of the tent. You took a deep breath when he sat you down on the bed and looked at you standing up. Alexander placed his index finger on your chin and lifted it, looking into your face tenderly.

Alexander kissed your forehead affectionately and then kissed your right cheek. He pulled back a little and smiled, bringing your face closer to his again and capturing your lips in a shallow kiss.

Your lips fluttered when his made contact with yours, but you closed your eyes and let yourself be kissed. The kiss, initially superficial, became more passionate and Alexander devoured your mouth like a starving man, his lips next to yours with passion and lust. You could feel all his desire in the kiss.

Alexander gently pushed you against the cot, finally breaking the kiss. Your lips were slightly swollen and you looked at him with something more than fear. He smiled at that. Maybe you're finally starting to feel the same way he does.

You watched him avidly, trying to deny yourself that the kiss had awakened something in you. You were denying yourself that you wanted him. You pressed your thighs together and bit back a moan as your pussy throbbed.

Alexander quickly removed his clothes and you blushed when you saw him naked for the first time, his muscular and scarred body sending strange feelings through your body. You bit your lip when you noticed his visible erection.

Alexander smiled at you and he sat down on the cot, his hand touching your thigh gently and stroking it.

"You are ready?" He asked softly, taking in the way your skin was delicate and soft to his rough touch.

You frowned, ''Are you just going to enter me?''

His mouth went dry and he stared at you perplexed.

"You're not going to do anything else? No foreplay?!" You groaned and covered your breasts with your arm, suddenly feeling very exposed and intimidated.

"And isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" Alexander raised his eyebrows, pinching your thigh gently.

"No! Yes... Err... I mean, you can make this... More pleasurable for me." You blushed, and looked away.

"More pleasurable?" He looked at you, slightly confused.

"Yes! I-It's not just because it's my first time that means it has to suck." You argued. Alexander smiled and leaned into you and when he got close to your face, he kissed you quickly.

"And what do you want me to do, wife?" He murmured against your lips.

"Y-You could t-touch me..." You blushed and stuttered, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Alexander looked at you, "Touch you?"

You waved and he smiled mischievously. You let out a cry of surprise when he suddenly opened your legs and brought his hand to your pussy and touched it gently. The cold touch of his hand against your intimate area sent goosebumps through you.

You were, surprisingly, wet.

"Do you want me to touch you here?"

You sighed and nodded, laying your head on the feather pillow and closing your eyes. Alexander touched your pussy timidly, not really knowing what he should do.

He felt the large, medium and small lips, touching each part of him in a slow and gentle way. You let out a low moan when Alexander accidentally touched your clit.

He looked at you in surprise, "Do you like it when I touch you here?" He circled your clit again and you moaned.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, "Y-Yes..."

Alexander smiled mischievously and rubbed your clit with a little force, eliciting sighs and sly moans from you. He focused only on that pleasurable spot of yours, rubbing it hard.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being touched. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and your arousal was growing. You bit your bottom lip and smiled widely as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"A-Alexander!" You moaned his name in warning and grabbed his arm tightly, encouraging him to keep touching you.

Alexander didn't stop, his fingers moving quickly and frantically, making you moan loudly. Your mouth opened in a perfect "O" as you came, your body shaking a little from the intensity.

You breathed heavily and opened your eyes, smiling at the feeling of relief your body released.

Alexander hesitantly removed his hand from your soaked pussy and looked at you, "I didn't know... You women could..."

You laughed softly and pressed your legs together, still panting, ''Yes, we can.''

Alexander smiled and got on top of you, his strong legs beside your thighs and his face close to yours. He rubbed his nose against yours and kissed your lips passionately. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer and kissing him back.

At this point, any hesitation you had was gone. All you wanted was him. Maybe it was the lust that consumed you or the effect of the huge amount of wine you had consumed that night, but you wanted him.

You wanted him.

When you separated, Alexander's different colored eyes sparkled as he looked at you. For your slightly sweaty face, unfocused look and swollen lips. You looked like a goddess.

His goddess. His wife. His Queen.

Alexander caressed his face and you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. He smiled and gently parted your legs again and you blushed when he looked at his pussy.

"D-Don't look at me like that." You mumbled and looked away.

"Why not? You are beautiful. Magnificent." He murmured and kissed your neck, his hands squeezing your breast lightly. He pinched your nipple and you groaned.

"Magnificent?" You mumbled, feeling warm inside. No one had ever called you that before.

Alexander nodded, "Yes. Magnificent, beautiful, wonderful, my consort, my Queen, my wife."

You smiled at him. Alexander released your breast and cupped your thighs, spreading them a little wider for easy access. You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a little anxious.

Alexander kissed your hand and rubbed it, positioning himself between your legs, his cock very close to your pussy.

"This might hurt a little." He murmured and released your hand, rubbing the tip of his cock at the entrance to your pussy. You moaned softly when he made contact with your stimulated clit.

You closed your eyes as Alexander began to thrust into you. You held your breath and felt a pain in your intimate part when he penetrated you completely, completely buried inside you.

The sensation you felt was uncomfortable to say the least, and incredibly painful. You had masturbated before, but nothing compared to actually having someone inside you. You dug your nails into Alexander's bare back, who held back a groan of pain as you scratched him.

"S-So tight!" He groaned, waiting for you to get used to it.

You were exhausted before you even started and you could tell Alexander felt the same.

His arms shook as he tried not to move so as not to hurt you. The pain you felt goes from burning to a little discomfort.

You opened your eyes and they were watering a little.

"You can move..." You inform him, somewhat numb.

"Are you sure?" Alexander asks and you nod, "I'll start slow."

The back and forth movements are slow, making you feel all of his fulfillment in your aching pussy. You closed and squeezed your legs with a few bites, not feeling as much pain and a little pleasure was starting to grow in your lower parts.

The pleasurable slowness lasted for a few more minutes and, although it sounded impossible and still had a small burning sensation, you could swear you felt your hips grow. Alexander also felt more comfortable and increased the movement in which he took you, stopping to worry a little about the little pain you felt. You moan and squeeze his arms, Alexander can't bear to look at you and kiss you hard, your tongues intertwining.

He pulls away and whispers, "I'm the happiest man in the world."

Alexander kisses your lips quickly and moves his mouth to your ear, whispering all the sinful thoughts he had had about you.

"W-We can try several things, I- Ah! Right there, Alexander!"

"Here?" He gives a hard thrust making you bite your tongue trying to hold back your moans.

"Right there! F-Faster, please!" You whimper.

Rapid movements emerge in an addictive crescendo. Your legs hug his waist, not allowing separation. His scarred hands pass over your back, bringing your bodies even closer together. Every time he fucked you sent waves of pleasure through your body, the pain forgotten.

"Oh!" You moan, tightening your grip on his arms as Alexander ravages you. He smiled mischievously and pressed your body against his, your breasts crushed against his chest.

Lust and delirium. Those were the words you were feeling at that moment.

You screamed his name loudly as you came again. Your body softened and you no longer felt your legs. Alexander tightens his abdomen and back with heavy breathing as her pussy squeezed him tightly.

"(Y/N)!" He moaned your name like a prayer when, after a few more thrusts, he finally came inside you, your pussy sucking up all of his cum.

Sweat drips onto his forehead as Alexander pulls out of himself with some difficulty. You weren't experienced and Alexander knew you couldn't handle a second round and, to be honest, neither could he.

You didn't say anything, you just lay side by side, satisfied and panting.

You felt tired and sleepy and, after Alexander pulled you into a hug and kissed your sweaty forehead, stroking your hair, you closed your eyes and quickly fell asleep.

It didn't take long for Alexander to be claimed by Hypnos and follow you to the world of dreams.

''You know it wasn't my choice!''

Perdiccas looked at you slightly irritated, his face red and his dark blue eyes shone with hatred and jealousy, ''Still!''

You bit your bottom lip, stopping yourself from swearing at him.

Perdiccas continued, ''It may not have been your choice, but you still have one.''

You laughed bitterly, ''Do I?''

He nodded furiously, ''Yes, you do.''

You shook your head and closed your eyes. Perdiccas approached you and held your hands, ''Come with me.''

''I can't.''

''Can't or don't want to?'' He growled, ''I can keep you protected!''

''No, you can't!'' You snapped and roughly pulled away from him, ''You can't. Alexander would always hunt us down and kill us! I can't risk our life.''

Perdiccas frowned, ''So you're choosing him?''

''No. I'm not choosing anyone but myself.''

Perdiccas turned his back on you and walked to the tent entrance, ''I won't lose you.''

Without you being able to answer him, he left the tent furious and you contained a groan of frustration.

You sat on the cot, arms around your knee. You needed help, you needed to leave. You had to leave. Maybe someone could help you. Maybe... You could ask a Persian, Darius, for help.

You knew that wasn't a wise idea. Had you lost your mind completely and decided to act on your emotion?

Perhaps.

But the truth was that you didn't know what else to do, not now when everything had already been done. With the marriage made and the consummation done, there was nothing left to be done. You desperately prayed that you weren't pregnant.

The idea of bringing a child into the world and even more into this world haunted you. You had thought about becoming a mother a few times, but you considered yourself too young and definitely didn't want to have children with Alexander. Not that there was much of a choice, though.

There were no contraceptives available that you would use like a modern person would, like condoms or pills. You didn't know about your fertility and you never tried to find out, it's not like you wanted to have a child.

But again, it wasn't his choice, not anymore. Just as marriage had technically been your choice, it had been Alexander's choice. The wedding night was the same, you never thought you would lose your virginity to Alexander.

You sighed and sank into the cot, feeling tired and drowsy, but you couldn't sleep. Your mind was being haunted by many things that had happened, both with Perdiccas and with the fact that you would soon go to Sogdian Rock. Alexander was already arranging everything and in a few days the camp would move and go there.

You weren't excited, not with everything that's going to happen. You feared for your own safety.

And you were more afraid that you were pregnant. To the gods, you prayed you weren't. Not only would it be dangerous for you but for this child and you didn't like thinking about a child living in such a hostile environment with potential threats to his or her life.

There was still a lot to consider and you wanted to go home even more after the events. You needed to go back, you couldn't keep changing the story and act like you didn't know anything. It was exhausting and only the gods knew how exhausted you were.

And there was still the matter of Perdiccas to consider. You groaned and buried your head in the pillow, wanting to disappear. Where were you in your head, honestly? Kissing him had been a mistake, you realized that quickly.

But you couldn't blame yourself, you had had a crisis and you had broken down, you needed comfort and he had offered you that. But now you realize that it wasn't a wise choice, not after the way he reacted after the wedding.

You closed your eyes tightly and sighed heavily. You needed to put an end to this story before it got out of hand.

Would your answer potentially lie with Darius? You weren't sure, but you were going to hope.

After all, hope was the last thing left in Pandora's box.

— lady l: Hello!! I know I'm late with this story, but I had several unforeseen events, I hope the length of this chapter makes up for it. What did Perdiccas do or will he do? I'll keep it a secret until chapter 11... I hope you liked it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️❤️

Also posted now on AO3! :)

[whimsicalwritingsandmore]

Replay | ateez x reader

Pairing: pirate!ateez x adventurer!reader

Genre: adventure, fantasy, time travel, poly

Warnings: mention of a panic attack, mention of a sharp object.

Word Count: 1475 words

Summary: You're given a second chance to change things. But will you go or stay?

a/n: hello hello! welcome to my first one-shot! (but not really hehe) if you're new and found my account for the first time, I hope you enjoy my stories and it's really wonderful to have you here! :) In an update a while ago, I mentioned that I currently have a plethora of story ideas that I would love to develop into a full-length series one day, but for now, in order to not overwhelm myself, I will be posting these stories as one-shots/imagines so that I can share it with all of you and come back to it later on! This is my first one inspired by Marry My Husband and set in a world like the Choices' game Blades of Light and Shadow! Let me know what you think and happy reading! <3

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You're standing at the plank, back against the sea, tears streaming down your face. You refuse to look up at your lovers. There's a rollercoaster of emotions going on inside you, ranging from pain, hurt and betrayal to anger. 

They chose her over you, believed her melodious and cunning lies, and expect you to apologize to her. You're not looking up but from under your eyes, you can see her figure cozying up next to Wooyoung's. He's telling her not to cry, wiping away those crocodile tears in contrast to your real ones. 

Raw rage is slowly thrumming through your veins and resentment is coiling in your stomach as a vortex of anger gradually swirls inside. You've had enough honestly and you were no longer going to bend to anyone.

"Just apologize Y/N." Hongjoong remarks in a cold and distant voice.

His sword is right in front of you, barring you from getting off the plank.

"For what?" you respond icily,  "I've done nothing wrong."

Hongjoong grumbles under his breath and another person steps in, you recognize its Seonghwa by his boots.

"Please Y/N, don't be childish. Aera is younger than you, she needs us to look after her. You can't get jealous so easily."

Jealous. Such a funny word coming out of your lover's mouth. It's hypocritical rather, because your eight lovers lose it over the slightest glance someone casts in your direction.

You find it ridiculous.

The girl weasled her way onto the ship, and you had a bad feeling about it since day one. But you didn't think it would come to this. 

Love. That's all you ever wanted, and you found it in these eight men, who you had been with since the age of 16. They loved you more than anything, at least, that's what they said.

The only thing you want more than anything right now is to go back and choose differently. 

"I—" you declare, "I hope in my next life, true love finds me."

"Y/N what—" Yunho begins but you cut him off.

"I hope I meet someone who truly loves me and I hope it isn't any of you." 

You raise your head and look at Hongjoong directly in his eyes. He's taken aback at that cold and empty look in yours. He can see the wheels turning in your head but he’s not sure what you’re planning.

"Traitor." You verbalize before running into his sword.

"NO!" All eight voices ring out.

Shouts and screams erupt from all eight men as your blood begins to stain Hongjoong’s sword.

"Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Hongjoong screams.

You pull away and stumble backward towards the edge. San tries to reach for you but you pull your hand away and fall into the sea.

You're thinking this is where your story ends but actually dear one, this is only the beginning.

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You startle out of your trance. You're in the fortune teller's shop. Blinking around haphazardly, you try to zero-in on your surroundings. Memories flood into your mind as you recognize where you are. This is the shop you visited when you were in the town of Maverick - it would be a month before everything happens.

You're dumbstruck by what just happened. Just moments ago, you were on the plank, ran yourself into Hongjoong’s sword and fell into the cold raging sea. Now, sitting in front of you, the elderly tarot reader draws some cards and gives you a reading.

"You're in for a big change dearie. I see the wheel of fortune is in your favour but be warned, the justice card reversed suggests there is dishonesty somewhere. "

“And this one?” you ask, pointing to the death card.

“In its upright position, it reveals that beginnings and change is expected. You’re nearing the end of a cycle.”

You don't ask for a further explanation, you pay and leave, walking back to the tavern where the boys are currently in. But as you walk out the shop's door, it begins to rain.

No...

Immediately, memories rush into your mind as you recall the timeline of events. It will rain and then the dam that's near the town will break, unleashing a flood. Aera is already with you all, the boys bringing her back home to her father after she got herself caught up with some misfits. But when the flood hits, everyone will scamper and she will come back with you all, joining the crew and then ruining everything you had with the boys.

Reaching the tavern, you watch from outside: all the boys are sitting around a table while Aera's father brings another round of drinks, and says something to Hongjoong. Aera stands at the far back of the room but you can tell there is something on her mind, that dubious and suspicious glint in her eyes. Her father walks back, she asks him something and then he scolds her before walking away. She balls her fists but then regains her composure before hopping over to your boys.

Previously, none of this had happened, as far as you remembered. After visiting the tarot reader, you waltzed into the tavern, pecked San and Jongho on the cheeks before placing yourself next to Yeosang who drew you closer to sit on his lap, his arm around you bringing you in closer. Aera did not come and sit with you all.

This time you hesitate entering the tavern, wondering if wandering around, accidentally getting lost or going the other way would be better. 

Love. That's all you ever wanted and you thought it would be with these eight boys. Now, you weren't so sure.

Little did you know, this moment of hesitation will change the course of your life. As you continue to think about your next course of action, a figure runs into you, bringing you down with him.

"What the—" Before you can even question, the figure jolts up, ready to run again. But you're quick on your feet too, and you grab the person by their wrist.

"Now wait a minute Mister," you begin but you're cut off by shrill shouts.

"There he is! Get him!"

You turn to the voices but before you can look at the person, he grabs your hand and pulls you with him. 

You have no idea why you're even running with him. You're strong enough to break free and go your merry way but as you study his back, you're intrigued — this black hair guy has a pretty feathered twist in his hair and silver dangle earrings. Something about him entices you.

He leads you down an alleyway, over a wall and then into an open field. The next thing you knew, you are on top of a hill that overlooks the town. He brings you behind a tree and you rest against the bark, trying to regulate your breath. The stranger crouches down attempting to do the same.

"You're insane." You remark.

"Yeah well, you were slowing me down so I had to bring you with me if I wanted to get away."

He doesn’t seem dangerous but rather, very amiable. The rain has stopped and there is only a slight drizzle, but from on top of the hill, you can see the dam that’s about to burst.

"No...the dam..." you mutter in-between breaths.

The stranger turns to the dam’s direction and his eyes widen. The dam erupts and rains down like a waterfall. You watch in fear and fright at the sight and your mind races to the boys, but deep down you know that they'll escape. 

But this time, you're not with them. You're with this stranger, now apart from them. 

"Hey are you okay?"

There's a wave of emotions and you feel yourself spiralling into panic. Your heart pounds in your chest and a familiar grip of fear tightens your chest, each breath of yours shallower than the last. Suddenly, the stranger holds you gently, looking at you with a reassuring calmness.

"Hey, don’t look there, look at me okay? Deep breaths, you can do it, take your time and follow me."

You do as you're told, the stranger running soothing circles on your forearms provides a sense of comfort and relief, and after a few minutes you finally compose yourself, staring out at the now submerged town. It's heartbreaking. 

"Where are you going to go?" he asks.

"I don't know." You answer.

The stranger hums and thinks for a minute before getting up and stretching out his hand for yours.

"Let's get going together then."

You're taken aback by his boldness but fascinated and captivated at the same time.

"I don't even know your name." you voice out.

He helps you up and gives you a polite smile, one that is soft and heartfelt.

"Yoonghoon. My name is Kim Yoonghoon."

[williammarksommer]

Fortune Teller

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