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nadvs · 2 months

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so sorry for sending so many requests but this just popped into my head. in the swte universe, in their college days, i feel like the reader isn't a huge fan of drinking or she doesn't get as pissed as rafe at least. so what if she gets completely drunk one night, being clingy to rafe, maybe people flirt with her because she's without rafe and he comes to "rescue her"? idk just sth like that🤍🤍🤍🤍

never be sorry, ily and your ideas are always so good 🥹 YES omg rafe has no impulse control so he gets hammered on the reg, whereas she’s not one to get too crazy… most of the time 🤭

i’m a sucker for angst so i just had to make it when they’re fwb and he’s already fallen for her while she still just assumes they’re just friends (and this is the night she starts to think of him as something more) 👀

based on this fic

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she cannot pay attention to the guy talking to her. she’s too dazed. she hasn’t eaten much today. she’s running on only a few hours of sleep. and the coolers she drank were so sugary that she didn’t even realize how much alcohol she was consuming. this is the drunkest she’s been in ages.

this guy’s hitting on her. she can tell by the way his eyes trail down her body every so often, his head tilted as he rambles on about something. what was his name again?

she nods along, trying to follow his words while loud music surrounds them. she doesn’t even remember how they started talking.

rafe moved in to this house with his teammates just last weekend and tonight, they’re hosting their first party. the front room is crowded and stuffy and she’s getting dangerously close to feeling sick.

she’d rather hang out with rafe right now. but when she arrived, he pulled her in a friendly hug and pointed her to the drinks, then continued talking to the girl he was already in conversation with.

he’s probably trying to hook up with her and she doesn’t want to be a shitty friend, cockblocking him simply because she’s craving some familiarity.

“…too much work, you know what i mean?” the guy says.

“yeah,” she says, no idea what she just agreed to. she looks around. “did you see any water around here?”

“we can try the kitchen?” he offers.

rafe spots her crossing through the crowd. the guy who she’s been talking to, so obviously into her that he’s embarrassing himself, is following her. she doesn’t seem all that happy that he’s trailing her.

he’s been talking to this girl to try to get out of the fog that sank over him not that long ago. while he was getting ready tonight, all he could think about was the girl who’s supposed to just be his best friend.

she’s always on his mind. when he wakes up. when he goes to bed. during classes. during practice. it’s so bad that even when he’s with her, he’s dreading her leaving.

rafe turns his attention back to the girl talking his ear off. he needs to distract himself. he’s starting to see his best friend as more than a friend, has been for a while now, and it’s fucking agony. she could not be clearer about not wanting a relationship.

and he doesn’t want one, either. he needs to remind himself of that.

but as they round the corner into the kitchen, he sees the guy’s hand rest on the small of her back. it makes rafe’s blood boil.

she opens the fridge. it’s practically empty.

“this has to be a joke,” she mumbles, dizzy at this point.

she swings the door shut and looks up at the guy who’s been following her. at this point, she just wants to get rid of him and find rafe. she can apologize for cockblocking him later.

thankfully, she doesn’t have to. rafe pays no mind to the guy clearly trying to get in her pants, putting himself between them. he ducks, lowering so he can speak in her ear.

“you alright?” rafe asks.

“a house full of athletes and you don’t have any water?” she slurs.

rafe smirks when her hand drags over his. it’s so damn nice when she touches him, especially when it’s subconscious like this. he pulls back just enough to meet her eyes.

then, he turns to the guy who should be able to tell he’s a third wheel at this point.

“we’re good,” rafe says, cocking his head in a way to dismiss him.

irritation flashes over his face. but he’s not moving.

“can you not take a hint?” rafe snips. “she’s not interested.”

rafe isn’t sure if that last part is true, but he hopes it is. it works. he sighs and steps away, pissed off but likely not about to start a fight with the guy known for his aggression.

he turns his attention back to her. he’s revelling in the fact that her hand is still cupping his. her palm is so nice and soft and it’s making his chest go warm.

“how much did you drink?” he asks, the amused smile on his face returning.

“too much,” she admits.

rafe leans over, opening a cupboard to grab a plastic water bottle, then grips her hand tighter.

“come on,” he says. he leads her upstairs to his bedroom, away from the noise and stuffiness of the crowd.

once he shuts the door behind them, the chaos from downstairs muffled, she already feels less overwhelmed.

she’s been in here once before. they hooked up in this bed a few nights ago. she can still remember the way his mouth felt on her neck.

rafe leads her to his bed, sitting her on the edge while he kneels on the floor in front of her, and she’s overwhelmed all over again because of the way he’s looking at her, concern etched into his features.

she’s too drunk. she’s not thinking straight, because not only is she dizzy as hell, but as her eyes sweep over his face, all she can think about is how handsome he is, how good of a kisser he is, how nice it’d be to spend the rest of the night in his arms, like they’re a couple instead of just two people who hook up sometimes.

he twists the cap off the bottle for her. she takes long, slow sips. rafe settles on the bed beside her, watching her.

she lets out a slow breath once she’s drank enough. when she looks at him, she exhales a chuckle.

“why do you look so worried?” she says. “i’m not gonna die.”

rafe catches himself and glances away. this effect she has on him is insane. he’s never cared this much about anybody.

“just didn’t know you were this bad at holding your alcohol,” he says.

“i hate you,” she laughs. “but thanks for saving me.”

“saving you?”

“that guy would not shut up.” rafe hates how happy he is that she didn’t actually like him.

“about what?”

“i couldn’t tell you a single thing he said to me,” she confesses. he chuckles. “i was just thinking that i’m drunk as hell and want to hang out with you.”

that last part slipped out. she takes another sip of water just to have something to do. she expects him to give her shit for her soppy words. but he doesn’t.

“why didn’t you?” he asks.

“didn’t wanna cockblock. that girl you were talking to is pretty.”

she hopes in her drunkenness, she doesn’t sound jealous. because she realizes maybe, deep down, she is.

how could she not be? rafe turned out to be so much more than she expected. what she thought would be a one-time hook-up led her to her best friend. her best friend who happens to be hot and fun and unlike anyone she knows.

“she wouldn’t shut up, either,” rafe says. she laughs, sinking back across his bed.

“are we both just bad listeners?” she asks.

“i’m not.”

“right. you’re never the problem.”

he looks down at her. his cheeks are starting to ache from smiling.

“we should set them up,” she says, her eyelids heavy, legs hanging off the side of his bed. “they’d never run out of things to talk about.”

rafe thinks about how the same could be said for the two of them. conversations always come so easy.

she shuts her eyes and all he can think about is how cute she is. fuck, this is hard.

“what if i napped right now?” she mumbles. “would you be offended as the host of this party?”

“yeah,” he answers simply, because he’s quite honestly at a loss for words right now.

“okay, i’m gonna offend you then,” she says softly. “sorry.”

he nudges her knee.

“don’t sleep like that,” he says. “come on.”

she shifts to lie down on her side, smelling him on his pillow, feeling him put a cover over her. he’s treating her with such tender care that if she wasn’t so drunk, she’d be teasing him, asking who the hell he’s pretending to be, acting all sweet.

but she’s soaking in the feeling because it’s nice to pretend like this is more. she hopes it’s just the alcohol swimming through her that’s making her think this way.

she nuzzles into his pillow. rafe doesn’t say another word. he shuts off the lights and leaves. throughout the night, he comes back up every so often to check on her.

eventually, she wakes up and comes downstairs, feeling more coherent. the music is just worsening the headache she woke up with and she’s desperate to just get home already. she steps outside and books a ride on her phone.

rafe’s phone buzzes in his pocket. it’s a text from her.

thanks for taking care of me. i ordered a ride home and made your bed so i think we’re even

his heart sinks over the fact that she’s already gone.

he replies: we are not even

she texts back: i’m okay with not agreeing on this. goodnight :)

rafe stares at his screen with a small smile on his face, somewhere between happy and sad, before texting back: goodnight.

#ask #swteblurb

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yan-lorkai · 1 year

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Good evening! If it’s alright, could you please write some pomefiore boys with a sick reader fluff? I just love how you have portrayed them so far in your work. Thank you!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: anon lmao-- you send this the day I caught the flu, at the time I laughing and coughing at the same time at the coincidence. I'm better now so that means I'm finally finished writing this, hope you like it! ;3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, described symptoms of flu, potions, can be seen as platonic or romantic. Reblogs are appreciated!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Oh, Trickster, if only he could take you in his arms and drown you in his love to heal you, he would without a second thought. First he would look at you with heart in his green eyes, memorizing every feature and line of your face, holding you in his gloved hands and stroking your cheeks. And then, if he could, Rook would lie down beside you and let his hands run up your sides, down your back, down the base of your neck to cup the back of your head, guiding your head to lay down on his chest. Unfortunately he cannot risk getting sick, he has to take care of you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Sweat bathed your skin as you shivered and breathed heavily through your mouth, letting out gusts of air spiraling out of sight. You were so weak, with a stuffy nose and a fever that never seemed to cease. And Rook is almost happy to be the one taking care of you in this fragile state of yours, your teary eyes squinting to be able to see him through the tears. You didn't even seem to know what was real or not, delirious with fever, dreams emerging with reality and you not able to tell the difference.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook is very observant and he knows what to do and how to act as you exhibit your symptoms, supporting you every step of the way to recovery. Rook whispers words of comfort, efficiently working to ease whatever pain you were feeling as he spoke to you, even though he knew you didn't hear him. He knows that you will at least feel that there is someone there taking care of you. Being a great hunter, he is able to prepare a strong medicine with some herbs that heal you in a few hours and also gave you some soft food and lots of water.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When you recover Rook expects compensation in the form of kisses and your company, he's just so needy for your attention. You're his beloved prey, after all.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You are like a doll to him, one for him to love and care for, and he is so careful with you, bordering on condescending with the way he demands that you stay in bed and rest while he asks Rook to bring you a hot, nutritious meal. Vil stays by your side the whole time you are sick, reading to you, telling you silly stories or just talking to keep you entertained and comfortable, despite being a little possessive of you he really cares for you a lot and he wants you to get well soon. How else could he kiss your cheek?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Vil almost feels sorry for you, so helpless and fragile, so dependent on him, he would feel sorry if this wasn't your punishment for wanting to spend time with your little friends and away from the safety offered by your queen. And he loves every second he can taking care of you, wiping the sweat off your brow and helping you sit up so you can drink your medicine and the potion that is fully intended to cure you, sure, don't doubt it and drink every last drop.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours, your recovery is slow. But at least the cough and fever are gone after the medicine and the potion you drank, your throat still itches and your nose still runs, but you are slowly getting better by listening to Vil's voice and taking the time to rest.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You might not realize it until after you're healthy, but the potion you've drunk certainly takes its toll. You become closer to Vil, preferring his presence to your friends and being away from him becomes agonizing - almost as if you're under a spell. But it's certainly not that bad, is it? His company is much nicer than those nasty potatoes.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel is easy to despair. Should he give you water? But what if you want to eat first, or worse, what if you don't want to eat? Reluctantly he asks Vil and Rook what to do in this situation and follows their advice to the letter, making sure you are medicated and have a box of tissues by your side, he also brings a bucket in case you feel like throwing up but are too weak to get up.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel holds your hand, rubbing his thumb against your warm skin as he tells you about his day and the silly things that happened, the things he would do with you if you weren't sick. He has to resist the temptation to climb into your bed and lie down next to you to comfort you when you have a coughing and sneezing fit, rubbing your back gently and humming a little song as he helps you lie down, fluffing your pillows.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows a great recipe and while you sleep, Epel spends time in the kitchen cooking. He hopes the food is good, he hopes it works for you like it worked for him when he was sick and he was a kid. It's a recipe his grandmother came up with and one that works extremely well, it smells good, it tastes good, and as soon as you wake up he offers you spoonful after spoonful of food, even if you refuse. He will take care of you, whether you like it or not.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ When you get better, Epel wants you to go on errands with him. He requires some approach after taking care of you, he wants to hear your voice and the things you have to say.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 months

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Omg omg omg I almost missed the ask box being open! First of all though: thank you ever so much for all your hard work.

My question is this: I really like Mpreg fics. And I remember reading one where Derek thought Stiles rejected him and the baby. Only Stiles didn't even know male werewolves could get pregnant. I can find fics with this trope where it's Stiles who is pregnant but not the other way around

I think so!

Naps are nature’s way of reminding you that life is nice by FicLogia

(1/1 I 3,033 I General)

Melissa puts the patient chart away and comes closer to the omega. “It’s normal to change your mind. Especially for someone in your position.” Young, unmated, barely graduated. The omega ob-gyn has seen it one too many times.

Derek shakes his head, runs a hand over the arc of his belly, relishing the feel of it, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “I want this baby. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“Then why? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Little Dash Of Pink by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 4,790 I Teen)

Derek always thought those stories he heard about male pregnancies in his family were just old wives' tales and bad jokes

Suddenly, that's no longer true, and he's not too sure how to tell his husband

ay it out loud, love by pineneedlepants

(4/? I 29,137 I Teen)

When Derek first finds out, it's a rainy thursday that reflects his mood perfectly. He's been oddly dizzy lately, with bouts of nausea that don't make any sense to him, and he's pretty sure he's never slept as much as he is now, not even as a carefree teenager. He thumps his forehead gently against the table top, willing the water he drank not five minutes ago to stay down. He's rubbing his head on the wooden surface when he hears it.

There's a soft thump thu-thump coming from somewhere near him. He lifts his head slowly, as not to make the world spin and tries to concentrate where the soft beat is coming from. Because it couldn't possibly be -

Derek cannot be -

With growing horror, he directs his eyes downwards, to his slightly softened belly. His hands have stilled on his skin, trembling lightly. The soft thump thu-thump comes again, and again, and again, the sound getting louder with each soft flutter, until the pulse matches Derek's own. It's almost mesmerizing, a beautiful cadence that flutters in and out of rhythm of Derek's own heartbeat. --

Or the one where there's a misunderstanding of the century, a little angst, a surprise baby and a deliriously happy ending.

A Legend of a Lonely Boy by bunnymaccool

(1/1 I 42,991 I Explicit)

Peter Hale managed to climb his way back up from death only long enough to do one, terrible, horrible thing. It was enough to accomplish his goal. To leave a legacy. Two months after killing his uncle for the second time, Derek is feeling sick and weak, heavy in his own body. What Deaton is telling him should be impossible... but...

There is a werewolf legend. About unmated alpha who desperately desired to have heirs, so he studied the moon and the stars in such great depth that he discovered a secret. On the night of the full moon, when the stars aligned just so … he could plant his pups into whatever body he desired. Regardless of species, regardless of gender.

The danger is this ... werewolves are not meant to carry pups alone. They need someone to guide them, love them, protect them during this time of vulnerability. A partner. A mate. But Derek Hale has none of these things. He has no one. If he and his pup are going to survive, he may just have to follow the ridiculous suggestion Deaton puts forth. The completely annoying, loud-mouthed, pain in his ass suggestion that makes Derek want to rip someone's throat out. With his teeth.

Through the Dark by WriteByNight

(11/35 I 93,401 I Explicit)

Stiles is down on his luck and out of money, just trying to finish his last year of college. Out of ideas, he goes to donate his sperm and meets Derek Hale, who is looking for a surrogate to carry his and his infertile girlfriend's baby. Stiles is instantly attracted to the alpha werewolf, but pushes his feelings to the side in order to fulfill Derek's dream for children.

Derek and Stiles grow close, but try to deny the feelings growing for one another because as soon as the pregnancy is over Stiles will have to give the baby over to Derek and Braeden, and walk out of their lives. However, the closer he gets to his due date, the harder it is to come to terms that he'll have to let go of the man he's come to love.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #rape #mpreg #anon

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cameronspecial · 1 year

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 7)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.6K

Summary: After a frustrating argument with his dad, Rafe goes to seek comfort in Y/N’s arms. This leads to him finally asking for the moment he has been waiting for.

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Y/N wakes up the next morning in the Camerons’ guest bedroom. She has a slight headache from the alcohol she drank the night before. She thinks about what almost happened with Rafe and is glad he pulled away. Now, being sober, she remembers what she saw at Midsummer and finds herself upset again. They never had a chance to talk about it. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Sarah comes in with a glass of water and Tylenol. Sarah being 14 meant that Rafe forces her to stay at a friend’s house whenever he throws a party. “Rafe told me to bring this up to you,” Sarah tells her as she hands over the things. Y/N takes the medicine, “Thanks.” “No problem. The boys are making breakfast downstairs,” Sarah informs as she walks towards the door. “And Y/N, I’m sorry about Wilson.”

After a few minutes of lying in bed, Y/N finally makes her way downstairs and greets everyone at breakfast. Everyone eats with pleasant conversation. Sarah needed to get to the Trembley’s house to babysit the kids, so Mason offered to drive her, which left Y/N and Rafe alone to do the dishes. “So what does last night mean for us?” Rafe asks, handing over a wet plate for her to dry. Y/N takes the plate and starts to dry it, “Rafe, I appreciate you waiting to kiss me, but I saw you with Elizabeth at Midsummer and I know you know how I feel about her. I know that the unconscious part of you chose her because it would hurt me. So I can’t be with you right now. I need some time.” “Okay, I get that. I’m sorry that it hurt you, I wasn’t trying to. I want to be honest and tell you we did end up kissing last night too. But we only ever made out, it never went further than that,” Rafe confesses. This eases Y/N’s mind a little, but she still needs time to figure things out, “I understand, thanks for telling me. Since we are done, I think I’m just gonna go to the beach for a bit.” She places the dish towel back onto the oven railing and heads to the guest bedroom to get her stuff.

She gets her stuff, heading back downstairs to say bye. “Can I borrow Sarah’s bike to go home? If she needs it any time soon, she can just text me and I’ll bring it over to her,” Y/N asks. Rafe looks over his shoulder at her from the sink, “Actually, hers is being tuned up at the store, so you can borrow mine. I’ll pick it up next time I come over. It should be around back near the pool.” Y/N nods her head. “Cool, thanks. See you later.”

———

Y/N got home safely and is now relaxing on the beach. She always tries to spend as much time here as she can during the summer because she feels at peace surrounded by water. She is relaxing on a water inflatable when Lacet finally makes her way to Y/N. “Look who is finally awake. It’s like three in the afternoon,” Y/N teases, shielding her eyes from the sun. Lacey groans, taking a sip from her coffee, “Shh, I still have a headache from last night. I never want to drink again.”

Y/N laughs at her friend’s misery, “I’ve heard that before. At least it sounded like you had fun last night.”

“You and I both know I like to pretend. This is totally tmi, but important to the story. I was on the toilet this morning because we both know that being hungover gives me the shits. But like I was looking at these recipes for different ways to make wellingtons and it got me thinking that we should have another girls’ dinner. Maybe tonight?”

“Oooh, I love that idea. I could go over some of my writing with you. I was able to write another chapter.”

“I cannot wait. I can make some mocktails for us. Because mama cannot do another hangover tonight. I’m gonna make a beef Wellington and a mushroom one.”

“Lol, I like the sound of that.”

“So, now that we have that out of the way. How are you feeling about Wilson?”

“I’m feeling better since last night. I mean I’m more hung up on the fact that he used me. Looking back on our relationship. I wasn’t really into him that much anyways. I think in a way, I was using him too.”

“Really? How so?”

“At first, I definitely do think that I liked him. But as I started to get to know him, I realized we weren’t good for each other and I should’ve ended it then. And yet, when I started to realize that maybe I didn’t hate Rafe, I pushed myself to be with Wilson because I didn’t want to admit it. We dated for a month, even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. I definitely don’t think that what I did was as bad as what he did because I did genuinely want to explore what we could be, but I wasn’t exactly perfect in the relationship either.”

“You are right. Using Wilson to ignore your feelings about Rafe wasn’t great. But at least, you recognize that. I bet you Wilson doesn’t even think he did anything wrong.”

“True. I just want to get past the whole thing though. And before you try to shift the conversation to Rafe. I’m really not ready to talk about where we are out right now. Maybe tonight after I’ve eaten some delicious wellingtons and mocktails.”

Lacey nods, knowing her friend just needs some time to process what she is feeling. The two girls spend most of their time in the water for the rest of the day. Only making their way to Lacey’s house when the sun started setting.

———

The next day, Y/N is picking up some groceries for her mom. She rounds the corner of the aisle and accidentally hits someone else’s cart. “I’m so sorry,” she begins until she sees who she hit. “Oh, Elizabeth. How are you?” Y/N tries to be polite with the other girl. They may be rivals, but they are mostly civil with each other. “I’m pretty good. I’m sorry to hear about the break up though. What Wilson did was totally a jackass move,” Elizabeth replies sincerely. “Thanks. How are things going with you and Rafe? I saw you guys at Midsummer and he told me about you guys during the party,” she says, hoping to see if Rafe and Elizabeth’s stories match up. Elizabeth’s face turns into a slight frown, “Nothing really happened. We just made out both times. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he was just using me to distract himself from you.”

This causes surprise to cross over Y/N’s face. “Why do you think that?” she inquires with her head slightly tilted to the side. “Well, at Midsummer, I stopped making out with him because he groaned your name when I played with his hair. Then at his party, we were making out, when all of a sudden his phone started ringing. With the way he shut down the party after the call and from the rumours I heard, I’m pretty sure he dropped everything to go pick you up. Anyways I gotta go. Bye.” Y/N calls out a goodbye as Elizabeth walks away.

Rafe told her the truth after all. What is more interesting to the girl is that Rafe seems to have done the same thing she has done. She finishes up her shopping and heads back home.

———

A week has passed since Y/N’s break up, which means that school is also bound to start up again in about two weeks. Rafe is sitting in the living room, watching some random show he isn’t really paying attention to. His focus is diverted to his dad as Ward walks into the room with a huff. “Tell me why I just got a call from Mr. Porter saying that if you don’t give his son a public apologize, then he will have no choice but to file a lawsuit against you for assault,” Ward gripes to his son. Rafe honestly thought nothing more would come from the punch because it had been a week since it happened. “He was an ass to Y/N. I had to make sure he knew what happens when he messes with her.” Ward runs his hand down his face, “God, I knew that girl would get you in trouble. I want you to give that public apology tomorrow morning. You are going to do exactly what Mr. Porter says because if you don’t, then I’m not gonna clean up your mess this time. Is this understood?” Rafe agrees with the statement. He knows Y/N would prefer he takes the peaceful way out of this situation.

He thinks the conversation is over, but his dad doesn’t get up from his seat on the couch. “I also want to know why I was sent a parent approval form from Marvin to sign, so you could start an internship with him,” Ward interrogates, his voice beginning to rise. Right, Rafe had forgotten to talk to his father about this before the paperwork was sent. “Well, Marvin and I were talking a few weeks ago about his law firm. He said he needed some extra help with some organizational stuff, so I offered to help,” Rafe begins to explain. “You wanted me to figure out how to do swim team, university work and an internship at Cameron’s Development, so I thought this would be a good trial run for university and Marvin thought the same. He said if I have any trouble with handling the internship and everything else, then it would be fine if I quit. Pre-law students are always looking to intern with him.”

Ward shakes his head in disapproval, “If you wanted to intern somewhere, you should’ve just come with me. I don’t understand why you would work at a law firm. It has nothing to do with development.” “I know you have this life plan for me, but I wanted to do something for myself once. I may have been given help from Marvin to get the job. But it’s something new though and I asked for myself. I want to be able to experience other things in life other than just the development company,” Rafe clarifies to his dad. “Whatever, I’ll sign the stupid paper, but I don’t understand why the fuck you would make that choice. Why can’t you just do as you are told?” Ward complains to his son, storming off toward his office. Rafe expected a screaming match to happen between the two of them, but this felt worse somehow.

Rafe keeps trying to do what his dad wants, but even when he thinks he has it figured out, he still disappoints his dad. Instead of feeling the normal anger that would normally radiate off of him after an argument with his dad, he feels this sadness that washes over him. His mom would always push him outside of his comfort zone and it was part of the reason why he offered to help Marvin. He thought his dad would understand that and be proud of him. But like always, Ward just wants to be able to control every aspect of Rafe’s life. Ward has this life plan for Rafe that he isn’t allowed to deviate from. Rafe knows Sarah doesn’t have to listen to what her dad plans for her life. He doesn’t understand why his dad puts all this pressure on him. Rafe feels like utter crap after that conversation and there is only one person, who he knows can make him feel better. She can be found in the Y/L/N residence.

———

Y/N sits outside in the gazebo, reading her book in the hanging basket. She lifts her eyes from the page when she hears a knock from the screened door. “Hey, Y/L/N. Care for some company?” Rafe interrupts as he slowly opens the door. She could see his watery eyes, looking like he is going to burst at any second, “Of course, what’s wrong?” She immediately wraps her arms around the boy and buries his head into her neck whilst leading him to sit on the loveseat. “Why does my dad insist on controlling my life? Why can’t I just do things for myself without him questioning everything?” Rafe cries, feeling safe to now let himself be vulnerable with the girl.

Y/N knows this is always a source of upset for him. Rafe’s relationship with Ward will never be anything like Mason and Marvin’s. “I don’t know why your dad is the way that he is. But I do know that you are not at fault for how he treats you. He has issues that he doesn’t realize he needs to fix and that is not on you,” she tries to comfort.

“I know. It’s just last time we were fighting about how I didn’t want to join the uni swim team because I wanted to focus on school and my internship. And he absolutely blew up about that. Now, I want to do a trial run to see if I can find a balance between school, work and swim team and my dad isn’t proud that I’m trying. It’s like one step forward and twenty back. I don’t know how much longer of this I can take.”

It pains Y/N to hear how much pain is in Rafe’s voice as he explains it to her, “Why didn’t you tell me things were getting this bad?”

“Last time it got this bad, you were avoiding me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I’m here now.”

“I know, thank you. You are the one person that could’ve made me feel better right now, honestly.”

“I’m glad I can return the favour.”

Rafe smiles, knowing she is referring to how he took care of her after Wilson broke her heart, “Right, how are we feeling after that?”

The look in Rafe’s eyes tells Y/N that he is really asking how she feels about him, “I’m actually feeling great considering we only broke up a week ago. I think my heart was always set on someone else.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, that someone is ready for more. If you are ready too, of course.”

“Really? Would he maybe want a kiss? I wouldn’t want to take advantage of his vulnerability,” she jokes as she strokes his hair.

“He absolutely wants a kiss.”

Rafe removes his head from where it is buried in her neck and pulls Y/N into a kiss. His lips passionately move against hers and after a few seconds, his tongue makes its way into her mouth. She feels butterflies in her stomach and she hears him groan as she gently tugs his hair. Rafe removes himself from her lips and starts attacking her neck with kisses. She lets out a soft moan when he reaches her soft spot just under her ear, which causes him to grin and start to suck on the spot. Eventually, the two pull away from each other because of Rafe. He places his forehead on hers and looks into her eyes. They both have a soft grin on their lips. “Would you want to go on a date with me the day after tomorrow?” he whispers to her. They may have just been kissing, but he still is fearful that she will say no. She gives Rafe a quick kiss before answering, “Of course. I would love to.”

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The next morning, Rafe gets up earlier than usual to make his public apology to Wilson. It wasn’t very public seeing as he was just instructed to go to Wilson’s and the only people there are Wilson, his parents and all of his dinner guests from that night. However, the Porters still had to make a ridiculously big deal about this and have Rafe make his apology on a makeshift stage and podium. “I am sorry for assaulting you, Wilson. I was wrong for doing so. You are an amazing person and the fact that my dirty and violent hands touched you never should have happened,” Rafe reads off of the cards that one of Porter’s employees is holding up for him. The group claps and Rafe zones out as everyone bustles about around him.

Once he is allowed to leave, Rafe makes a mad dash to The Wreck to meet with Lacey to ask her for help with his and Y/N’s date tomorrow. “I hope you know that you are paying for whatever I order. And I plan to order a lot,” Lacey notifies him, not even looking up from the menu as he sits across from her. Rafe laughs at her antics, “I don’t expect anything less. But I need your help with something for Y/N and mine’s date tomorrow, please.” “And what exactly does that help entail?” Lacey replies; this time actually diverting her attention to the boy. “I just need you to cook some things for me. I’ll make you a list of the foods and then you can give me the bill after you get the stuff you need,” he answers. “Okay, I can do that. Especially if it’s for Y/N. Now, let’s order and then we can talk about this more. Mama is hungry.”

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Rafe picks Y/N up at ten in the morning. He told her he had a whole day planned out for them and he knew she is an early bird anyway. He is wearing gray flannel on top of a gray T-shirt with some jeans. When Y/N opens the door, Rafe just pauses and admires her beauty. Her purple sweetheart neck raglan sleeve sweater shows her collarbones, which have a golden heart-shaped necklace resting between them. Her black pleated skirt rest just above her knees and this causes his eyes to follow down her legs to her white embroidered high-top converse. He knows she embroidered the flowers onto them herself. Her fingers are littered with rings and her double ear piercing both have hoops in them. Her hair twisted back behind her head with a claw clip. Rafe notices she is wearing some light makeup; god, he wants to smudge that pinkish-red lipstick.

Y/N smiles softly at him and gives a tiny wave, “Hey, are you okay?” Rafe snaps out of his trance. “Yeah, just soaking in how happy I am to finally be taking you out on a date. Are you ready to go?” he admits whilst holding his hand out to her. She nods her head and takes his hand as she places her brown purse across her body. They get into his car and he drives off to their first destination.

———

The massive grin on Y/N’s face, when she sees the sign for Outer Banks’ biggest independent bookstore, tells Rafe that he is on the right track for their date and this causes his heart to swell with pride. He holds open the door and she practically runs into the shop. They randomly walk around for a little bit to start. The conversation only begins after Y/N sees the Percy Jackson books. “Rafe, these are my absolutely favourite books. I owe my love of reading to Rick Riordan,” Y/N gushes to him. Rafe loves how passionate she is about the books and how she is not afraid to show it, “Really? How so?”

Y/N's heart leaps at the genuine interest that Rafe is showing, “When I was a kid, I had a hard time learning to read. So I hated doing it. My parents tried getting me to read so many different books. I never really felt seen with any of them. But with Percy, I felt a connection with his character because of his dyslexia. His sarcasm and jokes made him relatable to me and I fell in love with reading because of it.”

“I never knew that you could connect to a character on that level. The last book I remember reading is the Harry Potter series and I don’t think I really felt that way about any of the characters.”

“Yeah, it feels kinda magical when you can. It really helps you immerse yourself in the story. I’m actually thinking about starting a YA book club. Maybe, you can join and you’ll find your connection.”

“I would love to join. You really have interesting perspectives on books and I would love to learn more. Plus, I think it would be fun to have reading dates together.”

Y/N is surprised that Rafe actually likes her idea. The excitement she feels about being able to show him some of her favourite books grows. The rest of the time at the bookstore is spent with Rafe holding Y/N’s stack of books she wants to buy, listening to her point out the books she has read or wants to read. He finds it adorable and it reminds him of a little kid on a scavenger hunt. It takes a lot of convincing from Rafe to get Y/N to let him pay for all of her books. He asks her to take the books out to the car, saying he thinks he forgot something in the store. He quickly locates the Percy Jackson series and runs it up to the cash register to pay. Rafe knows he could probably borrow the books from Y/N, but he wants it to be a surprise that he is going to read them.

———

The next destination for their date is Rafe’s kitchen, where Y/N finds all the ingredients she needs to make chocolate chip cookies on the island. “I thought we could make cookies for dessert for dinner,” Rafe announces to her. Y/N looks at him with delight, “Okay, but only if you let me take the lead.” “I will always let you take the lead,” Rafe confesses with adoration in his eyes. This causes Y/N’s cheeks to heat up.

Y/N’s back is facing Rafe; she is concentrating on mixing the ingredients, so she doesn’t notice Rafe scooping some chocolate chips into his mouth from the bag. She turns around to ask him something when she sees his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk and giggles. “Are you eating some chocolate?” she laughs as he nods his head with a guilty look on his face. “You really are just like a child. Come here, please. I need you to help me place the balls on the pan. You roll the balls and I’ll place them.” Rafe listens to her order and scoops some of the dough into his hand and forms just about the smallest ball she has ever seen. This causes some more giggles to fall past her lips. “Those are too small and it looks more like a cube than a sphere. Here, let me help you,” she instructs, wrapping her arms around his to help guide him with making the next ball. She directs his hands to the ball and helps him take some cookie dough into his hands. She places her hands over his as she helps him make the motion to make the balls.

Y/N is not going to lie; she gets a little distracted by Rafe, who smells like the salty sea air and a hint of chlorine. She pauses for a second and this causes Rafe to look down at her to see if she is okay. He smiles when he notices she is admiring his smell. She snaps out of the daydream and continues to help him form a golf ball-sized dough ball. Now, knowing how to make the balls, Rafe continues on his own. Y/N places the pan in the oven when all the balls are formed and they go to watch Clueless as the cookies bake.

———

Dinner is served picnic style on the beach, watching the sunset. Battery-powered lanterns litter the sand around the picnic mat to create light. It illuminates the spread of sushi, pasta, cheeseburger sliders and mini tacos; all of Y/N’s favourite foods and all cooked by Lacey. The couple gorges themselves on the buffet before they cuddle together on the beach, sharing the cookies they made together. “When did you think you started to fall for me?” Y/N ponders, taking a bite from the cookie and then handing it over to Rafe.

“You are going to call me a liar. But I think I’ve been slowly falling for you since we were five. I remember thinking: ‘She is totally wrong about who won the race, but I love how she isn’t afraid to fight back in her own way.’ Also, I found it funny how long you could hold a grudge. How about you?”

“That is totally a lie and such a cliche. For me, it is probably when you took me to McDonald’s after my first date with Wilson. You knew what I needed and what I liked without me having to tell you. I really appreciated that. You also did a bunch of things that Wilson didn’t even do for me on our date and I kept thinking about that.”

“No, it can’t have been then. It was so recent.”

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. It’s when I knew for sure though that I had feelings for you. Maybe I started unconsciously falling for you way before then.”

“Good. Because I want the book of you and me to be a really long one. So your chapters have to start before that.”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

“You’re cold. My swim team sweater is in the basket for you.”

“How did you know I’m cold?”

“Caring for you is my sixth sense now.”

Y/N untangles herself from his arms and goes over to the basket to put on his hoodie. He loves to see her wearing his number and last name on his back. One day, it’s going to be hers too. She goes back into his arms to cuddle for a little bit. After a while, he notices she is growing tired and they pack up to go back to her house.

———

Rafe is parked outside of her house, waiting for her to get out of the car. She doesn’t move, but instead turns towards him, “Can you sleep over? I don’t really want this date to end.” He tiredly smiles at her and turns the car off. They get into her room and go around getting ready for bed in sync. The scene felt perfectly domestic as they brushed their teeth together. He gets into the bed first and lets his arms wrap around her when she lies beside him. She rests her head on his chest and her eyes flutter closed, “Goodnight, Rafe.” “Goodnight, my rose,” he whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead before falling asleep.

———

Marvin and Cassie Y/L/N find their daughter in bed the next morning in the arms of Rafe Cameron. They are not surprised by the sight and are glad the two have finally gotten together. “You owe me a book,” Cassie mumbles as she closes Y/N’s bedroom door and they walk downstairs. Marvin lightly grumbles, “They really couldn’t have waited a year. I thought they would finally realize it in university.”

“Not them. They were meant to be.”

Taglist: @itsalexwin @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @gillybear17 @terraeluce @f4ll-for-you

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Hi! just wanted to say that i absolutely love your writing and wanted to know if you could do a Tommy Miller x reader, where Tommy has had too much to drink and Joel takes him home to you but Tommy cannot stop talking about how much he loves you and how pretty you are as you take care of him. Like just super fluffy. Thanks so much if you decide to do this! :D

Drunken love sick fool

{Tommy has had one too many, luckily for him he has you}

This is too cute!! Hope you enjoy lovely 💕

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“Don’t let him overdo it, please for love of god Joel.” Is what you had told Joel before the pair of them left for a ‘well-deserved drink or two’ you don’t mind really, in fact, you’re glad they get along so well, but goodness are they bad influences to each other, and before they know it they’ve both drank their own body weight in whiskey.

Joel only chuckled at you, saying something about how he ‘can’t promise anything’ which in turn made you sigh, knowing that tonight you might have to nurse a very drunk Tommy.

“Honey! I’ve missed you!” you hear him before you see him, shouting your name with a thick southern accent that seemed ten times stronger than usual.

You can’t help but smile when you hear Joel trying to shush him, scolding him about how he’s ‘gonna wake up the whole street with his yapping’ as you grab the front door keys from the small bowl.

You wish you could be mad at him, mad at both of them but you completely melt when Tommy’s eyes meet your own, so full of love and joy as he smiles brightly at you and you feel your frustration crumble away.

“Sorry, he just-” Joel tries his hardest to come up with a good excuse as to why he’s returned your boyfriend back home to you as drunk as a skunk, but yet all that comes out is a guilty chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck with a smile.

“It’s alright Joel, but you owe me” You tell him as Tommy wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he mumbles something about how you smell like heaven.

He bites back his laughter as you try to keep his brother on both feet, “Well good luck to you, he’s been er- asking for ya” and you can tell by the teasing look that flashes through his eyes that there’s something you're not getting, and you dread to think what exactly he’s said.

You bid him your last goodbyes with Tommy still practically hanging off you before closing the door with a heavy sigh knowing you were in for a long night.

“Mm, honey- I’ve missed you” he whispers against your shoulder, hands soothing against your lower back as they slip underneath your shirt, splaying against your bare skin.

The feeling makes your skin tingle as you pull back slightly, brushing his hair behind his ear, “Missed you too baby” you whisper, breaking out into a fit of giggles as he peppers sloppy kisses all over your face.

“God, you’re so pretty, do y’know that? My lovely girl” he gasps looking at you with soft eyes as he studies your face. His hands come to rest against your hips, squeezing them softly as he continues to admire you.

“Come on let’s go get you some water” you tell him, dragging him to the kitchen. You help him to take a seat at the table before pouring him a glass of cold water.

Although he doesn’t stay seated for long at all, immediately standing back up to lean behind you, his strong arms warped around your midsection.

“Tommy I-” You can’t finish your sentence as peppers more kisses along your shoulder, his rough hands going back underneath your shirt as they rest against your belly.

“I love you” he whispers, voice laced with exhaustion as he goes on, “So, so, so much” he presses kisses between the words.

“I love you too Tommy” you giggle as you try to pry yourself away from him as he lets out a huff of dismay. He doesn't have any of it, taking no interest in your offer of some ice-cold water. No, he's adamant that the only thing he needs is you to cure his drunkness.

Time ticks by and it nears twelve am when you finally get him to drink some water as you go and get him a change of clothes and by some miracle, you’ve finally got him into bed, even if his shirt is inside out.

You sigh as you finally lay down pulling the sheets over the pair of you. Tommy's arms wrap around you as he inches himself closer to you, his head nuzzling against your shoulder as he rambles on and on about how ‘lucky he is to have such a beautiful girlfriend’ as his hands soothe against your stomach and you cant wait to tease him about it in the morning.

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Just some Yangchen and Kuruk Headcanons:

Before he met Ummi, whenever he was having really bad nightmares from his battles, Yangchen would hum to him to help him sleep.

Jetsun would do the same for her after her episodes.

At some point he learned about Jetsun and what happened to her, so he went into the spirit world to try and find her for Yangchen.

So that way at least one of them could have some closesure.

They hugged, a lot. First time they hugged was when Kuruk showed Yangchen the airbending move he invented. (Which she would not shut up about.)

Last time they hugged before he died was when he realized he was going to die without saving Ummi.

Kuruk probably had at least one if not several different mini statues of Yang Chen in his house, it always made her feel more guilty with how much he looked up to her.

Yangchen tried to take over his body once, and it was when that incident the maid happened. She wasn't able to but he hugged him when he realized what happened in the morning.

When Nyahitha confirmed that he was dying a little each time he fought a dark spirit. Yangchen tried to heal, she even tried with water from the spirit Oasis, it didn't work. When it didn't work she apologized repeatedly to him but he just smiled and said it was fine.

Yangchen nagged him a lot whenever he wasn't taking care of himself, which was almost all the time:

Yangchen: " Kuruk was last time you ate, drank?, slept?"

"Kuruk you can't keep drinking like this, you'll damage your liver!"

"Kuruk b you can't keep fighting to the brink of death like this!"

Yangchen begged him to find another solution for dealing with the dark spirits.

She also hated how much everybody looked down on him, even his own friends and family.

Anytime there is a new Avatar and they start talking badly about Kuruk she cannot wait to tell them what actually happened.

This happened with both Roku and Kyoshi.

Kuruk had to physically hold her back from telling you them when the first insult slipped from their mouths.

Speaking of Roku and Kyoshi, Kuruk and Yangchen tease them mercilessly. Especially when it came to dating.

Yangchen would sometimes try to go around in the spirit world to try and calm the dark spirits herself. Though she was unsuccessful.

(Also I can't see why she wouldn't be able to at least try, given that Kuruk kept looking for Ummi even after he passed. So it seems like the Avatar can take some sort of action while in the spirit world after they have passed.)

Yangchen was basically sobbing begging him not to fight father glow worm.

But Kuruk simply said, "I'll see you on the other side."

When he was recovering after the battle she kept telling him to hold on just a little bit longer and that he was too young to die.

I got this idea from @ijjstlostthegame

But Kuruk didn't receive proper medical attention quickly, wanting to keep the whole dark Spirit battles secret. As a result his right arm that he used to punch father glow worm was permanently damaged. Yangchen kept trying to convince him to go to a hospital and have a healer look at it but he refused. When he realized he couldn't been properly with his right arm Yangchen tried to heal it, but the damage had already been done for too long.

When he met/ started dating Ummi, he would talk and rave about her for hours to Yangchen, even though she already knew. But she was happy that he found some happiness after everything with the spirits..... Then Koh came along, and we all know the story there.

Yangchen was probably the only reason Kuruk didn't end himself right after the wedding.

When he passed away, and entered the spirit world, they just spent hours hugging each other. Yangchen constantly apologizing, with Kuruk saying it's fine.

Yangchen would join him sometimes on his hunt for Koh the face stealer to get Ummi back.

When Kuruk told her that he couldn't slay Koh without also killing Ummi, Yangchen secretly went behind his back and offered her own face in exchange for Ummi's freedom. It didn't work.

Out of all the avatars, they probably get along the most.

#avatar kuruk #avatar yangchen #avatar the last airbender

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long-life-to-bsd · 1 year

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PLS PLS PLS A PART 2 FOR THE NEW FYODR FF???? THE ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD??????? PLS???? NOT FORCING YOU OR ANTYHING IDK HOW AUTHORS WORK BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!

I definitely wasn't planning a part 2 (even though I had the scenario in my mind already) , but sure, why not: I love Fyodor so much and I love writing about him too. Especially in stories like this.

I'm also really happy that you liked it🥺🥺😭😭, thank you so much💗💗

Anyways...

It's for your own good pt.2

Pairings: fyodor × female reader

Warnings: toxic and abusive relationships, manipulation, Fyodor and his God complex, drugs

The last few hours had been a living nightmare. You couldn't decide if we're more anxious about what you did to Fyodor, his health or the possibility that something went wrong. But for this last thing you were lucky enough to count on Nikolai.

"Oh no, oh no no no dear. Oh no. We cannot have Fyodor losing his little dove, can't we? I will absolutely do my best. You are my favourite form of entertainment, do you know?" He was thrilled about it. And even if you weren't sure about him, certainly he knew more than you about Fyodor's plan. Your boyfriend never considered you good enough to have an actual important part in his plans. And considering what you just did, maybe he was right. Why did it even occur to you that it was a brilliant idea?

But now, waiting for the drugs to end their effects is truly terrifying. Checking the hour, then keeping an eye on the monitors, making sure Fyodor was still alive... all with the fear of the consequences of your actions. And considering that Fyodor was supposed to be already awake, you started panicking about the amount of drugs you used.

You obsessively checked his pulse, almost forgetting about the fever that seemed to have gotten much better. He looked incredibly pretty while sleeping. So relaxed, so normal and yet, so magnificent. But if usually you would have lost yourself in his beauty, today it terrified you. His hand that you usually found so elegant looked to you like the weapons they are. His mouth that you loved to kiss looked ready to pronounce your death sentence. His hair that you loved to brush and braid looked stained with your bood.

"It's good to know that my little traitor is terrified by her actions." His raspy voice echoed in the empty room. In the moment you knew that your examination was starting: he was contemplating if it was worth something keepingyou alive. With a shaking hand you offered him a glass of water "for your throat" you said in an excessively sweet voice. You then drank a bit of it: because you felt like you were burning and to show him it was OK, you weren't drugging him again.

"My traitor is so sweet with me now. Offering something to drink to me, I'm honoured. And don't bother showing me that the water is safe, I know it is. I know you know how to use drugs safely, I taught you." He said with a smirk. Obviously you knew how to use them, he taught you. Except that he forgot to say how. He forgot to mentions the times you found yourself passed out.

"My little traitor lost her words? Don't yo want to say sorry?" He was still weak, his voice was showing that, but the resting had definitely helped him. At least your death wasn't completely useless.

"I'm sorry Fedya. I wasn't thinking, but you see... you have to understand" the desperation in your voice was like honey to him " I did for you, I did because I was worried and you never listen to me. Belive me, I am sorry, but I would do it again because your well being is all that matters to me. Sorry". You definitely looked desperate and you could tell by looking at the bliss on Fyodor's face. You felt tears running down your face: did you deserve this? The person that was supposed to love and protect you laughing at your desperation, deciding if he needed to kill you or not.

You gently took his hand and kneeled next to your bed, hiding your face in it, almost like you were praying. If you wanted a chance to survive you needed to humiliate yourself, you knew it. So when his other hand caressed your head you felt relieved. And sick. It was the moment. He was deciding. You saw thousands of men being in your position, praying for their God to save them. You don't remember someone walking away.

In the room your silent cries were the only sound. If felt like ages: he liked it, he craved your desperation. Deep down in his heart he wanted to save you. He cherished those moments with you, you tenderness with him, your support, you kisses. You were a devote companion. A loyal follower. A caring partner. But not anymore. You made him angry with your foolishness. But were you replaceable?

The only thing he knew was that you had to be punished. He wanted to hurt you, but maybe not by killing you. No. If he'd saved you, you were his forever. You would have to be grateful to him, to kiss his feet thanking him for his mercy. You would have leaved in fear and terror waiting for him to snap. An obedient sweet companion. Sure, he didn't except you to always stay silent, it was part of the fun, but seeing you desperate after, praying for his forgiveness? Could he actually renounce to all of this?

"You know dear" He said interrupting the loud silence "it didn't surprise me that someone dumb like you made such a mistake. But it was also my fault, I should have known better, controlled you more, teach you better... don't you agree that you can't do nothing without me?"

You fastly nodded, ready to say everything he wanted, to do anything he asked. He was so good. So loving with you. Forgiving someone dirty and impure like you...

"Punishing you for something I'm guilty too isn't right, don't you think? And is it even a betrayal if you did for your boyfriend to feel better? No. I wouldn't have forgiven you, but like this? No, I'm sure you really weren't thinking, little thing. You did it because you love me" He continued looking in your eyes, stroking your hair. He looked and sounded so sweet. You could forgive him anything when he was like that.

He then abruptly took a fist full of your hair and pulled you towards his face and whispered cruelly in your ear "But you better start behaving now. I don't give a second chance to no one. Do you understand, dumb bitch?"

His words left you speechless. You understood in that moment who was in front of you. Or better. You remembered who was in front of you. You felt yourself drowning in fear, slowly understanding what life was waiting for you.

And yet, you couldn't find Fyodor anything but handsome. You still cherished his touch. Like all the other times. His slaps hurted, but his hands on your face felt so sweet. You loved him ti the point it made you sick. But could it be different? Could a sane person love him?

You were still there, crying silently, kneeled next to him after he had left your hair go. His hand was still on your head though. I gently reminder of his powered over you. You looked so pretty in his eyes in that moment. Prettier then ever. His little pet was finally obeying him. He even felt sorry for his harsh word, but maybe it was the drug, still fogging his mind, softening him.

Was it his fault if you acted like that? You deserved what you got. You had to be grateful. Only in this way you could be purified from your actions. Only obeying him could make you pure again, maybe even more than before.

He was going to be good whith, he thought. He was going to teach you. He would be patient but strict. He would be merciful with his little dumb pet.

He gestured you to stand up. Immediately you did it: everything to make him happy. And in fact, he smiled. He smiled at seeing you shivering for the terror in front of him. He smiled at seeing you obeying.

"But before you, why don't you give me a kiss, dear? I'm sure it would make me fell much better. Do it for my own good. Do it for your own good."

#bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor × reader #fyodor headcanons #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd × reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

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Cross my Heart, Hope you Die || Heimdall X Reader

Chapter 8 - Books

Help me. It was the main thought on my mind for the past 2 weeks, I don't know who would hear it though. My mother was so far away and Atreus was either too busy or had simply stopped caring. I have been unable to leave my chambers out of fear, fear of Heimdall and some illness that was either brought by him or nature.

After he'd tried to go into my mind I apparently felt so violated I was too afraid to leave my chambers and now my bed. I felt awful, I hadn't slept, hadn't ate, hadn't drank anything. My throat felt dry as sand and yet I couldn't leave.

I was also ill with something. Last week, the air started feeling heavy, my hands were trembling, I started sweating like mad and yet I felt so cold. I had never desired my mother to be my side more than I did right now.

I had tried to leave my chambers, I had successfully left my bed many times. Sometimes when I cried and screamed after being reminded of Heimdall, and then the raiders, both times I was weak. Both times I became a mess.

I heard two knocks on my door and just as I was about to tell them to go away, I threw up and they entered. It was Forseti. He rushed to my side and held my hair back as I threw up. "What happened here? The All-father said you were sick and not to enter but I wondered if it was a lie or not." The room was a mess, I had finally became aware. Things were littered across the room from when I fell constantly during breakdowns. "This is sickness, definitely, but there's something else here."

"It's nothing, don't worry."

"Please, talk to me." I didn't say a word. "At least let me help you. You stink of vomit and you look like a ghost." I had been calling myself pathetic for not being able to help myself these past weeks that I graciously accepted. He brought me to a basin, helping me across the room as my legs started feeling like jelly beneath me. "I'm going to turn around, get you some clothes, then leave. You are going to wash yourself with this rag, water and soap. Then you will tell me once you are done, do you understand?" I nodded and did as he asked. I looked at the clothes he had picked out; a white long sleeved tunic and trousers. I put them on and called him back in, "That's an improvement. Sit down and I'll do your hair for you."

"You don't need to mother me." I said, grabbing the brush and comb he had picked up.

"Clearly you're useless without one."

"Useless? Excuse me, who beat Gnà in single combat two weeks ago?" He was silent "Don't forget I also brought Heimdall to his knees on my first day here." The mention of Heimdall, despite being from my own lips, made my face drop.

"How could we forget? Heimdall still hasn't cooled off."

I don't know what brought me to this question but I asked it anyways, "Has he always been a prick?"

"From what I know, not always. My father once told me that as children he wasn't all bad, still pompous, but not bad. At some point, he changed. There was no kindness, no mistakes made, he was in everyone's eyes, this perfect tool."

"I wonder what happened."

"You might be the only one who does. He's made so many people hate him that people have forgotten." I started brushing my hair as Forseti spoke, "Do you feel okay to tell me what happened yet? I'm the God of Justice maybe I can help enact some for you."

"Oh do Vanir have rights here? How come there wasn't any for my uncle?"

"I was not born when Freyr was burned. I may not be able to do much but if I could help. Temporary allies, remember?"

"How could you help me from Heimdall trying to break into my mind?" I spat

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're right, I suppose I cannot do anything, but you can."

My curiousity was enticed, "Do tell."

"You increase your power, he can only hurt you because your shielding power is relatively untested. In theory, if you practice enough you would barely feel anything." I saw the logic inside his words and was heavily embarrassed at the fact that in the past two weeks I had been so destroyed I walked off the logical path. Never again.

"Isn't it traitorous to help me against him?"

He paused for a moment. "If the All-father can help the giant, our other sacred enemy, learn more, why can't I help you?" He had a point.

We started speaking about the things we loved, I tried to keep the conversation going so I wouldn't have to leave yet but I unfortunately ran right into my currently unwanted freedom when I said, "I used to read a lot, it was my only solace when I was hidden away for over a century. The amount I read decreased after I learned the truth and started training but I still read a lot. I re-read a lot of books too, they never grew old surprisingly."

"We have a library. Let's go check things out." He stood, I stayed put, "You have to leave at some point, I also heard that Atreus frequents it." I saw the smirk on his face and I immediately got up and followed.

When we enter the library, I'm amazed by the amount of content. There were rows upon rows of books and I can't help but allow some kind of smile to spread across my face. "Go on. We have tons ranging from the likes of Kvasir," I scrunched my face in disgust, I read Kvasir, his writing was appalling. "to books on magic, and why are you making that face?"

"You think Kvasir is impressive?"

"You remind me of Heimdall. He's said a similar thing to me." I grimaced and he apologised for mentioning him. I picked up a book that looked decent and I hadn't read it before, it was a book of two thieves who were rivals and played a dangerous game with one another, I knew what it meant and I immediately picked it up. I then heard two voices, one I so desperately missed and one I never wanted to hear again. I looked at Forseti who followed me as I went to the sound of Heimdall and Atreus who were arguing over what seemed like nothing, just a book. I didn't care much about the topic though, if I could save Atreus from Heimdall I'd do it within an instant.

I went to the row of shelves where they were and saw Heimdall's back and part of Atreus' aggravated face. "Atreus?" The two snapped their attention towards me, my hands started shaking when Heimdall's amethyst eyes pierced into my emerald ones. I averted his gaze the second after our eyes met and rushed to the friend I hadn't see in two weeks. He pulled me into a hug and I threw my arms around him. "I'm sorry I haven't been here all the time."

"No, it's fine. I should be the one apologising. I came here to protect you and yet I've failed time and time again."

"I don't need your protection. Odin is keeping me safe, making sure I'm as away from Heimdall as I can be, which you're helping with. It increased these weeks only because you were sick. I'm glad you're better." He smiled but I didn't. So Odin is getting Atreus under his thumb, I clearly am failing. I also paid attention to the fact that Atreus saw me as the one holding Heimdall's leash, keeping him away from him. I suppose I may have to stay closer to Heimdall if I could keep him away from Atreus, it was my mission after all.

A raven fluttered past and Atreus pushed out of the embrace, "I'm sorry, I've got to go. Lessons with the All-father." I felt sick at the fact he was giving him a hint of admiration and respect. I couldn't believe he was falling for this shit when he knows exactly what Odin is capable off. He saw it in me, Freya, Mimir, and Baldur and yet he falls.

Atreus left and I turned to Forseti. "Since this place has been contaminated by the God of Foresight, I shall bring you to another place."

He led me to a beautiful place near the wall. It was a crystal pond that shone in the sunlight like diamonds with a huge willow tree that blew in the wind. It was serene, it reminded me a bit of home in that sense. Although, I had some reservations "Isn't this is a bit too close to Heimdall?"

"Perhaps, but Himinbjorg is on the other side and he never really looks over at this place." He looked up at the sky and then his face became one of concern, "Shit, I've got to go. Duty calls."

"Oh, okay. I'll see you at some point then." I felt a wave of sadness to see him go, he didn't reply and just ran to whatever it was he had to do.

I sat down, my back against the tree and I opened my book.

It was midnight when I finished it. My ass was sore and my limbs ached. It was worth it though, the book was eye-opening and it filled my heart with glee. The two thieves eventually became madly in love with each other but one died killed in a fight between their families, I almost cried but I was able to stop myself.

I put the book under my arm and just stopped for a moment to take in the beauty of this place at night. It seemed everything about Asgard was better at night, the willow tree blew more freely and some of it's leaves tickled me. The pond was also something to behold, the ripples sent by the wind added more beauty to it and apparently I was not alone as some fish had woken up. Their scales shone in the moonlight and I wondered how long they had been here, had they been here before the Aesir? I left, allowing them their peaceful existence.

I had reached the main part of the city when my illness felt worse. My hands started trembling even more, I couldn't see clearly and I felt like I was about to fall. My eyes closed and I hit the concrete beneath me.

*~♡~*

A strong gust of wind had caught my attention. One moment it was blowing from in front of me and then I felt it behind me, crushing against my back and almost making me fall off the wall.

I immediately went down the elevator, got Gulltoppr, and went as fast as I could. I was scared that Asgard had become even more compromised than it already was with the witch and the brat.

I dismounted Gulltoppr and saw the cause, it was the witch. Strong gusts of wind were still being released from her in waves. I noticed loose stones being brushed onto the grass, tree branches being broken. I gulped at seeing what this girl, even unconscious could do. I reached her withered form and realised how vulnerable she was. Just one thrust of my sword and I could take this threat away. I went for my sword but some part of me stopped.

It was unjust and dishonourable to kill someone while they were weak and unconscious. She was weak, I knew that. After what I did to her she was bedridden for two weeks out of fear, I and the All-father, and now Forseti were the only ones who knew. She was capable of controlling the air and I needed to report this knowledge to the All-father, but I didn't.

Instead I took pity on her, I scooped her and the book she was reading up in my arms. I felt blood on the back of her head and sent bifrost running through my hand to heat the wound shut. She winced and writhed in my arms but didn't wake. I mounted Gulltoppr and took her to the Great Lodge.

When I entered her chambers the thing I noticed was the mess. My nose turned up in disgust, it was like a Gradungr had ran through here and taken a shit, it was awful. What the hell happened here? She happened. I suppose I really had hurt her, not in a quick physical way, but in a messy emotional way that only her mind could explain to me. It was a shame that she refused to be honest, especially when the fire she had could be quenched so easily.

I left after I laid her on her bed. On my way to the All-father I made sure to take a visit to the servant's quarters.

It was strange that I would take care of her, or ensure she was taken care of. I suppose guilt is a poison. I'll need to get that handled. I shouldn't even be feeling guilt for someone like her.

"You took your time." My father stated as I walked into his underground office, "Are you beginning to care?"

"No." It was just pity and guilt, that was all it was and I'd make sure I got rid of it. "Good. What have you learned?"

"She has the ability to control the wind and air. She does not know and I think that is another reason she was ill, besides me." The All-father paid more attention to my words than he had before, "Then she is more of a threat than she realised. I need you to keep a better eye on her. You're capable of weakening her as we've seen and that will be necessary." I nodded, I personally didn't want to deal with the little witch but I would for the good of Asgard. "You are dismissed." I bowed and left.

I used my sight to focus on her. The servants had immediately gotten to work and they'd ensure she actually ate and drank something when she woke up. They'd also never speak of who gave them their command. I left to Himinbjorg immediately, I had to return to my duties.

I'm really sorry this took so long to come out. I was busy with college, was on an emotional rollercoaster of highs and lows, and everything was so overwhelming.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

#gow ragnarok #heimdall #heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok

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A seal-skin around my shoulders (part 2)

Elendil x Selkie!reader

*****

You remain silent as you follow Elendil away from the beach and, for the very first time in your life, you enter the world of the Land-people. The city is called Armenelos, your guide tells you, the great and mighty capital of the kingdom of Númenor, ruled by the noble King Tar-Palantir. All those names mean little to you, but you cannot help being impressed by the great buildings rising all around you, the large streets full of people, men and women and children clothed in all the colours of the rainbow, animals you don't have names for moving among them or being fed by their masters. One of them -a large beast with four spindly legs and a long face, that a man older than Elendil is riding- passes you by in the street and sniffs you with interest, as if it has perceived you do not belong to the same race as the people of the city, making you jolt.

"It is just a horse; you needn't worry, they are not aggressive." Elendil explains, and you mumble that you were not scared, just caught off guard. The Man on the back of the animal has noticed you are naked under the cape and he is looking at you in a way that you do not like; you avert his eyes, and Elendil is quick in taking your elbow and leading you away.

So many people; so many things, and sounds, and smells even, you don't know and cannot name; you recognize the language spoken in the city and could answer if someone were to address you, but most of the topics and concepts you hear are incomprehensible, which makes you feel even more alone, and defenceless. You grit your teeth, determined not to show any weakness or fear, but deep down you heave a sigh of relief when the Man next to you announces you have reached his abode.

He lives alone, which is both a reassurance -the fewer Land-people you enter in contact with, the safer you will feel- and a cause of concern -Elendil seems friendly, but who knows what his intentions are once the two of you will be alone?- but still you try to remain impassive as he opens the door and invites you in.

"I will find something for you to wear." he promises, and a minute later he has offered you some of his clothes - a tunic and pants, he explains as you struggle to put them on, and a pair of boots to wear on your feet; nothing is exactly of your size, but at least now Elendil seems able to look at you without embarassment. "Are you cold?" he asks, and when you nod, he turns to a structure on one side of the largest room of the house; he kneels, fumbles for a minute, and then...

"This is... fire?" you wonder, coming closer as you already feel the warmth caressing your face and hands; the thing the heat is coming from looks almost a living being, the flames dancing as you and your friends were last night, unaware of the danger you were in.

"It is; do not touch it, or you will get burned. How do you know that, by the way? I doubt you can kindle a fire underwater."

"Obviously not. But my grandmother, our elder, knows the world of the Land-dwellers more than most of us, and she taught me some things. It is... beautiful..."

Elendil smiles, as if he found your amazement endearing. He invites you to sit next to the fire to warm up, and a minute later he has brought you a small bowl with a kind of scented, flavorful water; it is called tea, he explains, and on land it is often drank when a person is cold, or has gone through a traumatic event.

The tea is delicious, pleasant on your tongue as well as your nose; you sip it slowly, as Elendil asks whether you are hungry, or hurt after the altercation with your would-be captors. He is acting as if you were old friends, or he had received the visit of an honored guest, and you cannot help appreciating that kindness and helpfulness... assuming that those emotions are genuine, and he is not actually planning to earn your trust and then betray you.

You openly look at each other as you drink your tea, curiosity and uncertainty clear in both your and Elendil's eyes.

"I need to find my seal-skin." you state in the end; you are not ready to fully trust this Man, since you have been taught to be wary of them since you were old enough to swim by yourself, but they cannot be all evil, just like all Selkie are not kind and good. "Those Men stole it from me."

"It will not be easy..."

"It is mine. I want it back. Does the law of the Land-dwellers allow a person to take another's property without repercussion?"

Elendil assures you that actually the kingdom's laws are quite strict when it comes to theft or robbery; on the other hand, to demand justice would mean to reveal your true nature, and at that point, while the King is a fair and merciful ruler, who knows what dangers you would have to face, or if your rights would be considered equal with those of Númenor's subjects?

"Then what should I do?" you wonder, frustrated as you try not to give in to panic; you are alone, without friends or allies among people who have no reason to help you, and you have no way to lawfully reclaim your most prized possession "I cannot remain here!"

Elendil reflects for a while, running his fingers through his hair. "We could try and find the Men who stole the seal-skin from you, and force them to give it back." he proposes in the end, and you are struck by the ease he says we with... as if, even though he belongs to a race that wouldn't readily recognize your rights, he has already decided to assist you and take your side "Did you hear them call each other by name? Did they have any recognizable characteristic, like a scar...?"

You are forced to admit you wouldn't be able to describe your attackers, apart from a general impression: they were both tall and robust, with dark hair, and spoke with the same inflection as him. "But maybe we could go back to the... alehouse? And ask whether someone knows the Men who last night were saying they had almost captured a Selkie."

"It is a good idea." he admits, and he smiles "I will go now".

"I will come with you."

"It is better if you don't. You will be safer here."

You tell him that, while you appreciate his help and hospitality, you have no intention to remain idle while he attempts to find something that belongs to you. You look exactly like a Land-dweller, and as long as you don't draw attention on yourself, you will be safe.

Elendil sighs; he tries to explain that the only clothes he was able to give you are his, and people will notice you are a woman dressed as a man. But in the end he relents, gives you a cape to cover yourself, and leads you outside.

"Please, keep close to me." he admonishes you, as if you were a little girl unable to take care of herself, but you bite your tongue and swallow your pride: you do need help, and as long as you remain on land, your very survival could depend on him.

In a few minutes' walk you have reached the busiest part of the city; Elendil moves confidently in the intricate net of streets, some larger and cleaner than others, while you have to make an effort to remain focused on the need to find your seal-skin, rather than being distracted by... well, by everything taking place all around you. A group of children are playing with a ball in a square, following rules that seem to change whenever the players want, while two elders discuss outside a building - a potter's shop, you will discover in time; a few men, most of which bare-chested, are adding bricks to the wall of another building. Women chat happily as they wash clothes in a large stone basin, and a man sitting in a corner is using a bulky instrument, teardrop-shaped with a long neck, to produce a pleasant music; a small crowd has gathered around him, listening to his performance.

So many things to see. So many things you do not understand, and you would like to ask about; your head is almost spinning for the whirlwind of colors and sounds and movements all around you, but rather than nervous, you feel curious, almost excited, to discover this world you never thought you would see, even though you have been forced to stay...

"What is the name of that instrument?" you ask Elendil, who has stopped next to you to listen to the minstrel.

"It is a flute. Do Selkie... know music?"

"We do. My grandmother used to own a flute, that one of our ancestors had carved with the wood of a tree growing close to the shore; I loved to hear her play when I was a child." you recount; you think about your grandmother, and your voice trembles at the thought that you may never see her again "But the flute broke a few years past, and I have never heard music since then. It is very pleasant."

He agrees, and he smiles as he does it; he has a nice smile, the small wrinkles around his mouth suggesting that it comes naturally to him, and for a moment, and for some reasons, you find yourself smiling back.

The alehouse is a small white-walled building, consisting of a single room where many Men -not a single woman in sight, except for the ones who serve- sit around the tables drinking, talking and playing games with small cubes. Elendil talks to the owner, and then a few other people; no one seems particularly interested in listening to him, but after a while he is able to interrogate them about the Men who bragged about having almost captured a Selkie.

"Why do you care? That is the most absurd story I have ever heard, and I heard many, working here."

"What about that coat, then?" someone contradicts the owner "It looked just like the one of a seal."

"Of a seal, exactly; they probably skinned one of those and now look for someone gullible enough to pay a fortune for it..."

In the end, the best Elendil can do is to have the owner promise to spread the word, so that your would-be captors know someone is interested in their story and looking for them. You wait next to him listening, until you notice that a Man older than Elendil is looking at you insistently; in the end he says something to his companions, stands and walks up to you.

"Are you his woman?" he asks bluntly; you blink, and "No." you answer honestly, and you regret it a moment later, when you see his mouth open in a lascivious smile.

"Then why don't you come sit with us?" he proposes; the other four Men sitting at his table are laughing, an unpleasant and derisive sound.

"No. Thank you, but no."

"Oh, do not be a prude now! Just a minute...!"

The Man grabs your arm; you, who detest being touched without permission, try as you might to push him away, but that only serves to make him even more determined. No one is laughing anymore, and two other Men stand to approach, the three blocking you against the wall...

"Is there a problem?"

Elendil's smile is strained as he slids between you and the Men, who almost reflexively step back; he is alone against three, and younger, but there is something in him, an authority and a self-assurance that appears to intimidate his adversaries. "Good day, friends. May we help you?"

"We were talking to the girl, boy; and we know you are not her husband, so get away." the first who approached you answers.

"I will, and my friend will come with me; our friends are waiting for us. Come, dear, we better hurry."

He takes your hand and, gently but firmly, leads you to the alehouse's door, the Men he had to take you away from looking at him with resentment, but silently.

"I am sorry." he says as soon as you have left the alehouse behind you "That place is not the most... respectable in the city, especially for a beautiful woman."

You are so focused on the need to recover your seal-skin that you pay no attention to that penultimate word. "Then why were you there, last night?" you challenge him; you know you should be grateful for the help he is giving you, as well as the way he has just intervened on your behalf, and you are, truly! But still, you have never been so defenseless, and you know him too little not to feel ill at ease "Is this the kind of places you usually visit?"

Elendil assures you that last night had been his first visit to the alehouse, and he only went because a friend was celebrating his engagement. "You have no reason to fear me; I only want to help you." he swears, aware that you have all reasons to doubt him and he has no way to convince you, but still determined to prove his good faith; you simply nod, feeling instinctively inclined to trust him, to put your life in his hands, and wishing you didn't have to.

"What do we do now? I cannot wait for the word to be spread until someone identifies the Men who stole my seal-skin." you state, and Elendil admits it is too fleeble a hope to count on it.

"We can try at the market, and then at the harbour; sooner or later we will find someone who knows them." he tries to reassure you, and while you dearly wish it were sooner rather than later, you accept that it may take only the Great Father knows how long to locate the people you are looking for.

You follow Elendil around the city for long enough that your feet begin hurting inside the boots he lent you, and while he speaks to dozens of people, asking again and again the same questions and receiving most of the time the same answer, you look all around you, trying to make sense of that world that is at the same time exciting and terryfing.

Elendil perceives your curiosity, and is all too happy to act as your guide. At the market he is stunned to realize you have no concept of trade, or money, since your people have always procured food for themselves, elders and children being provided for by the others; on the other hand, Selkie tribes often exchange their catches when certain aliments are rare or absent in their respective feeding grounds, so you understand what bartering means.

"Are you saying that these little things have the same value of a fish?" you ask, skepticism clear in your voice, as you look at the little silver and golden circles that Elendil is showing you, and that he keeps in a pouch hidden under his tunic.

"Even more; if you have enough you can buy even a house, or a ship. In fact, you can buy whatever you want with them."

"I cannot believe it, they look like something our children would play with..."

Elendil smiles, and invites you to use one of the coins yourself; you reach a stall together, where you exchange one silver coin with two small portions of a food Elendil explains is called bread, one of the most common aliments in all land kingdoms, with small pieces of blueberry ("It is a fruit. Err... do you know what a fruit is?" "Of course I do! Do you think there are no trees growing near the Sea?") inside. You take one of them and sink your teeth in it, having suddenly realized how hungry you are, and the taste is so delicious you almost moan out loud. So soft and savoury, and completely different from anything you have ever eaten before; a few bites, and your hand is empty.

You wish you could have another one, but even though you don't know how money works yet you perceive that it would be unfair to ask Elendil to buy you more food, especially after everything he is already doing for you.

"That was delicious! Thank you for... paying for it."

He smiles, as if he were happy to please you. "I am glad you like it, blueberry bread is also my favourite. My mother used to prepare it at home, when I was younger."

"My grandmother used to make me eat cuttlefish meat even though I did not like it, because apparently it makes young Selkie grow strong."

"Interesting..."

Leaving the market, you walk some more to reach the most populated area of the city, where Elendil hopes the Men who stole your seal-skin may have gone to try and sell it.

"How many coins do you think they could have for it?" you ask, and your voice is full of bitterness as you speak, but Elendil takes your hands in his, looking as determined as if you were looking for a way to save his life, and not the property of someone he had never met until last night.

"We will find it." he promises; the blue of his eyes is almost blinding, deeper than any ocean you have ever swum in "I promise. I don't know how, but you will have your seal-skin back."

You don't answer -you would not know how- but you believe him, you trust him; about that, and everything else, from that moment on.

As you slowly leave the market, Elendil points to a tall, slim building visible against the horizon: it was built by the first King of Númenor, Elros, whose mother was said to have transformed in a Sea-bird.

"Is it true?" you ask, fascinated.

"Well, I am not sure." he admits "But it is a beautiful story, don't you think?"

"It is. I wish I could do it as well..."

The smell of salt in the air reveals that you have reached the great port of the city; Elendil points to the different types of ships anchored around you, some barely big enough for two people and other with enormous white sails, gently rippled by the wind, whose wooden belly could contain your whole tribe and that Elendil tells you can sail to the other end of the Sea, transporting the wares of merchants, or an army heading to war, or diplomats and courtiers sent on a mission by the King.

"One day I will be captain of one of those ships." he proudly promises you "I have joined the Sea Guard only two years ago, but within five years I will have my own command, you wait and see."

He is full of enthusiasm as he speaks of his dream, the ambition that has been in his heart since he was a child to serve in the Sea-army of his people and make a name for himself as a soldier and seaman; he wants to explore the farthest parts of the Sea and the lands surrounding them, and uphold the name of his family fighting for his kingdom.

"It is a beautiful aspiration." you comment. Elendil has a deep, musical voice, and there is sincere enthusiasm in his words; it is pleasant to listen to him "I also wish I could travel; explore the depths of the Sea away from the territory my tribe lives in."

"Have you been forbidden from doing so?"

"Oh, no. But my only living relative is my grandmother, and I want to take care of her; one day, when I am free from other obligations, I will go."

After a while you leave the port to continue your search in another part of the city, and in the end you decide to return home as the sun begins its descend towards the horizon, and torches are lit on the buildings' walls and in the squares against the dark of the night. The last hours have been highly instructive, even pleasant, as you explore the world of the Land-people as no Selkie must have ever done before, but you can barely contain your anxiety now; you are tired, and famished, your feet hurt, but even though you spent most of the day searching for them, consulting countless people and asking to be informed if someone hears about them, the two Men who stole your seal-skin appear to have vanished. None of the many men and women you made an appeal to has any idea of their names, of where they live, and while a few people admit of hearing about someone claiming they had seen Selkie dancing and almost captured one of them, they can offer no help in finding the thieves.

Even though your predicament doesn't concern him, Elendil is as disappointed and worried as you are. "I am so sorry." he says at the end of your fruitless search "I though... a Selkie's seal-skin is not something one can normally find in a market, if someone were selling one the news would have spread. Maybe the thieves had already a deal with a buyer, and they left the city to bring the loot to him."

It makes sense, which means that by this time your precious seal-skin could have been brought to any part of the kingdom, but whatever the reason, your already faint hope to find it and get it back, feels even scanter. What will you do now?

"Forgive me, I really wish I could help you..."

"Do not concern yourself." you reflexively answer, and after all it is appropriate, because the one who has cause to be concerned is you "I already knew the odds were against me, but I had to try. Elendil, I really appreciate your help; I will never forget everything you did to me."

He frowns, realizing you are saying goodbye. "Wait... what are you going to do now? Will your friends be waiting for you at the beach?"

You really wish they would. Selkie can come ashore whenever they want, even though traditionally they only do it on full moon nights, and you are sure your grandmother and the other members of your tribe are terribly worried about you; but you doubt someone is waiting for you at the beach where the dance took place last night, to make sure you are all right and help you find a way to return home.

"The Men who stole my seal-skin know where we were; they were waiting for us." you remind him "If they were still in the city, what would keep them from returning to try and capture one of us, or me, again, guessing I would also go back to speak to my people?"

"But if they were, we could force them to return your seal-skin."

Again he says we; instinctively, even though you are sure not by accident, as if the desire and the decision to help you, to make your problems his own, are so natural he has no need to think about it. You look at him, and for a moment, only the time of a beat of your heart, you wish you had the opportunity to know him better.

"It would still be too dangerous. A Selkie's seal-coat has not been stolen since before my grandmother's mother was alive, but my people have rules for circumstances like this. As a Selkie stranded on land, I have to find a way to return to the Sea without assistance, or resign to never see my home and my people again; the others may not interfere, no matter how worried they are, because it would be dangerous for us all. I can only rely on my own strenght... and if I cannot find my seal-coat, I will spend the rest of my life alone on land."

"It sounds... cruel..."

"You are a soldier. Would you not sacrifice yourself for the safety of your people?"

Elendil doesn't answer; he seems conflicted, as if he understood your decision, but could not help finding it unjust. "No." he decides in the end "I cannot accept it. I cannot leave you to fend for yourself in a world you do not understand and where you cannot count on anyone. Come with me."

"With you?"

"You can sleep with me - err, at my home, until we find your seal-skin. I have a spare room, you can stay as long as you need."

One look at his blue eyes, the conviction and the determination in his gaze so intense and unwavering, is enough to make you realize you won't be able to change his mind, because he wants to do what is right, and what is right, at the moment, is to host in his abode someone he has never met before, that he has no objective reason to trust, and who for all he knows might never be able to return home - which is, probably, the main reason behind his offer.

You have many dear friends among the members of your tribe, but no one has ever done anything like this for you, and certainly you would not have expected to see such selflessness from a member of the race you have always been taught to distrust. He is waiting for your answer, but you cannot speak, because a lump in your throat forbids you from saying more than...

"Thank you." It is barely more than a whisper "I... I am very grateful. I do not want to bother you, and if you change your mind..."

"I won't. Do not worry, I am glad to help. Come now." he gently adds with a smile, as if he perfectly understand what you are feeling, as if he can see in your heart and your mind like no one has ever done before "Let us go home. Once you will have eaten, and slept, we will decide what to do."

Wordlessly you obey, the red light of sunset bathing your figures as you and your new friend set out for home.

Tagging @starlady66 and @elvenenby.

#The Lord of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: the Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #Elendil #Elendil the Tall #Lloyd Owen #Selkie #Elendil x reader #Bellona's stuff

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lulubelle814 · 8 months

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 6

Master List

By the time she got home on Friday, she was bone tired. Barely making it home, she made it to the couch. She knew there was nothing in the fridge but didn’t have it in her to go get some groceries. Rather than find a can of soup, she fell asleep on that lumpy sofa.

Waking up in the middle of the night, she had a raging headache. Between the shitty sofa and the lack of food consumption, it wasn’t surprising. Prying herself off said couch, she found a can of chili in the kitchen and heated it up while searching for some paracetamol. When she finally found it, she took an extra pill and drank what felt like a half gallon of water. Once the chili was ready, she went back to the couch to watch whatever was on TV. It wasn’t a great night, but she was happy to have a roof over her head. Snatching her phone out of her purse, she looked to see if she had any messages. The screen was a little glitchy, but there wasn’t really much she could do about it. At least it was still working.

After flipping through the channels for a bit, she settled on an old movie. Once the chili was gone, she put the bowl on the coffee table, pulled a small blanket over herself, and curled up into a comfortable position. It didn’t take long before she fell asleep.

Waking up at 5 am, she found herself very uncomfortable. Not only had she fallen asleep in her clothes, she discovered that her phone was more damaged than she realized from being doused in coffee.

On top of it, her phone spit out a number of messages that she should have seen but had just come through. She had 8 new texts and 2 missed calls. Unlocking her phone, she saw the 2 missed calls were from Cora. 5 of the texts were from her, asking if she wanted to go out before turning to worried texts, asking if she was ok; however, the other 3 messages were from ‘Loki’. Most of these texts and calls occurred while she was eating dinner and watching tv, and it infuriated her.

Loki: This dreadful day is finally over. I hope you have something fun planned for this weekend?

2 hours later

Loki: Are you alright, darling? You’re usually very responsive.

45 minutes later

Loki: I hope everything is alright. Please let me know when you get this?

She held a pillow up to her face and screamed into it. Her crappy phone was well overdue for replacement, but she couldn’t afford an upgrade. Now with it being coffee damaged as well, she felt like someone was punishing her. Rather than wait until a ‘reasonable’ hour to text him back (especially as the text might not actually go through), she drafted and sent an email as it would be easier to , assuming he was likely sleeping and would see it when he woke up. Getting on her laptop and opening her email, she found there was a message from him there as well.

Dear Sigyn,

I have not received any responses to my last few texts, and it has me worried. I hope you are not hurt or incapacitated. My fear is that something happened to you, but my logic tries to tell me that maybe you fell asleep early.

If you could let me know once you get this, I would be most relieved to know you are alright as I have grown fond of our correspondence in the short time we have been ‘talking.’

Regards,

Loki

Her heart fluttered with the knowledge that someone (other than Cora) wanted to ensure she was ok. Before doing anything else, she responded.

Dear Loki,

I cannot apologize enough for my lack of response. My boss knocked my drink onto my phone which apparently caused more damage than I thought. I’ll take it to the shop this weekend to see if they can take a look at it.

I was so exhausted when I got home last night that I fell asleep on my couch. In fact, I’m still wearing my work clothes from yesterday. I meant to go shopping after work, but I didn’t have the energy to do so. I promise I will do so before returning to work Monday morning.

I’m so sorry you had an awful day. That’s the great thing about weekends though, right? You have time to rest and relax before starting another work week.

I’m so sorry, again, for my delayed response and hope you can forgive me.

Regards,

Sigyn

Sending off the email, she put a kettle full of water on the stove before going to her room to shed her clothes. Grabbing a towel, she turned on the shower to the hottest setting she could stand and stepped in. The water felt incredible on her neck and back, loosening up some of the tight muscles. Afterwards, she got out, dried off, and put on an oversized shirt and some leggings. Looking at the clock, it wasn’t even 6 am, and the shops wouldn’t open for a few more hours.

Hearing the whistle of the teapot, she ran back to the kitchen, taking it off the stove. Grabbing her favorite berry hibiscus tea, she made herself a cup to steep while she grabbed her laptop to map out some places to shop.mmWhen she opened it, there was already a response from him. Why was he awake so early? Dammit. Is he one of those health nut, early morning run kind of guys?

Dear Sigyn,

I must confess I am relieved to hear from you. I understand the frustrations that come with having an old phone especially when it becomes damaged. Perhaps you can get a new one?

In fact, I insist on it. It does you no good to have an unreliable means of communication. Visit the shop below today and tell them ‘Loki’ sent you.

I know you may call this ‘charity’, but I will be very cross if you turn down my offer. If anything, you’ll have a better way to communicate with your friends as well as a reliable morning alarm without fear that it did not charge overnight.

He listed a tech store that, thankfully, wasn’t too far. Googling the address, she found there were also a few shops around that area that she would have to check out. Why not get everything done in one fail swoop?

Going back to her room, she took a look at her work clothes from yesterday, finding even more holes than it had the day before. By this point, it couldn’t be salvaged, and she cursed herself for falling asleep in her work clothes.

By the time 9 am finally rolled around, she was on a train to the shops she looked at online earlier. It was only a 10 minute train ride to get there. Not wanting to disappoint ‘Loki’, she headed to the tech shop first. Upon entering, there was a distinct “ding” alerting the workers to her arrival.

“Good morning, miss! How can I help you find this lovely morning?” Looking around, she noticed this was one of the nicer electronic stores, not the phones she saw at Tesco.

Turning to the gentleman, she felt awkward. “I, um, I’m supposed to say that Loki sent me? I know it sounds ludicrous.”

“Not to worry ma’am. I have your order ready. I just need your name for confirmation.” He was being very professional for what she thought was a very strange situation. Of course, though, he was paid to be nice. Since ‘Loki’ was the one to set this up, she gave her screen name, ‘Sigyn.’ Once satisfied, he brought out 2 packages from under the counter, one large and the other small which confused her.

Thankfully, there was a note attached to explain everything.

Dear Sigyn,

I took it upon myself to not only replace your phone but also obtain a new laptop. If you are having trouble with your phone, I have a feeling your laptop may be in similar shape. I hope you like what I selected. If not, please exchange them for what you would like. The shop has strict instructions to send me the bill should there be any additional cost.

Regards,

Loki

How? What? Huh? No one’s ever done something this kind for her.

Opening the smaller box, she found the newest, top of the line phone, one that she could only dream of. She just couldn’t believe it!

“Are you sure this is the right phone? I didn’t think this had been released yet.”

The clerk looked at the phone and then the notes he received. “Yes, ma’am. That’s the correct phone. It will be released to the public next month, but a few select customers are gaining early access, and ‘Mr. Loki’ asked that you receive the one offered to him.”

He offered to help set up her phone as well as transfer any contacts, files, text messages, etc that she wished to keep. She didn’t have much. So it only took a few minutes. She couldn’t understand why someone would be this generous to someone who wouldn’t offer anything more than conversation.

Once finished, he selected a nice canvas bag to put the computer in as well as the box for her new phone. “The computer is an easy set up, but if you need help, please come back with your new and old laptops, and I can help with that as well. Also, should you wish to, you can recycle your old phone for free.”

She nodded and thanked them as she took the bag and walked out of the store. Thankfully there was a coffee shop across the street where she could order a muffin and drink while trying to calm herself down. It took about an hour, but she couldn’t get this idea out of her head that he was doing this in order to get something. Rather than head home to think, she found a bookshop to relax in for a while.

Once settled in a large, comfy chair in the back, she reached out to him.

Loki: The shop let me know you picked up the phone and laptop. Are they to your liking?

Sigyn: Are you sure about this? It’s just too much, but they wouldn’t let me leave without them.

It didn’t take long to receive a response.

Loki: I am glad to know you received them and that they followed my instructions.

Sigyn: I feel funny accepting these. My anxiety keeps telling me you want something or will use this against me at some point.

Loki: Your honesty is refreshing. I assure you, there is no hidden agenda. I simply wish to take care of my friend.

Sigyn: Thank you so much!

Loki: You are very welcome. I hope you have a productive shopping day.

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mrneighbourlove · 2 years

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The Long Years Ahead: Ch 2. Moving On

Leere looked down to the spot they buried Sunny. It was traditional to be buried in Hyrule. The Royal Family was even kind enough to have her buried in the castle graveyard, an honour for princesses and princes. None of the nobles dared complain. But none felt the need to. Around Leere were grieving souls, family, friends, and those that respected the Ingo family legacy Sunny had built in her career. Despite all the people, Leere barely noticed them. As some started to leave, she merely stayed still over the patch of dirt and the grave stone built for Sunny.

"Come on, you old fart." Ralnor approached Leere from behind, putting a hand on her shoulder. His beautiful blonde hair was now solid white and there were many wrinkles decorating his once youthful face. He walked with the best posture, but still had to use a cane to help with balance. Yet, his attitude never changed... except now, he had more humor, even if it was rather dark. "I still have a bottle of that wine you like in the cellar, but you're going to have to go and get it. Stairs and I don't really agree that much anymore."

"I don't feel like drinking." Leere's voice was devoid of any spark.

"Well, it's either wine or it's chess to keep you occupied." Ralnor asked her again, "Which is it going to be? You're stuck with me for the evening, so you might as well make the best of it."

"The last time I drank after a funeral it was for mom... I don't think I want to relive that again." Leere looked up to the sky, watching a hawk fly over. Her attention turned to the layout of the castle. She pointed out towards an arch that was under reconstruction. "I'm going to outlast every life here. Even the castle will be a new model."

"You're probably right." Ralnor was never one to sugarcoat any dire situation. "New castle, new town, new port, everything will be new at some point. But... you want to know the one thing that makes me laugh about this whole situation?"

You find humour in this? Do tell.”

"That water dragon of my dearest brother's wife will be here to annoy you." Ralnor grinned at Leere, knowing how much she found Ba'puu to be the most irritating creature on the planet... next to Malik. He was doing his best to get a laugh out of his sister. The old prince knew she understood his dark humor. "And check on you every. Single. Day."

“Maybe he can kill me.” Leere looked back down at Sunny’s grave. “I can’t even bring her back. Her time is done. She lived and loved a full life.”

"Please, Ba'puu might be a giant pest, but he'd never harm you." Ralnor waved off that notion of Leere's. "You don't want to bring her back. Would you want her to be ripped away from those she's already lost?" The prince corrected his sister, "You did not lose Sunny, just like I did not lose Cass. They're simply waiting on the both of us, and, unfortunately," He shrugged a little, "Sunny is going to have to wait a little longer."

Leere’s shoulders sank, and with it her desire to stay. Turning, she faced Ralnor. Black lines of stained massacre and bags of little sleep filled her eyes. “Ralnor. I appreciate what you are trying to do… but I don’t see the point. My sunshine is gone. The only reason I’m not burying my daughter is due to a technicality.” Leere took a quick glance to see Joy speaking with Skyla. “Joy’s opted to be cremated when she passes.”

"You can't say I didn't try to cheer you up, but at least you know that's not exactly my strong point. I'll leave you with this," Ralnor patted Leere's shoulder gently, but had some tough loving words for her. "I'm not long for this world. Neither is anyone else you've loved or known for a while. Yet, none of us want you to despair." He told her, "Travel the continents. Learn what you want to know about other cultures. Research history and keep it from falling into nothingness. Watch our descendants multiple and grow. And lastly," The old prince took a moment to pause, "If you cannot find your sunshine, then you can always enjoy the moon. Both still give some light."

Leere gazed up, trying to see the moon. "Yeah. That's true. I don't think I can bury any of you though. I can't... subject myself to that pain over and over." Looking back to Ralnor, Leere had her first look of faint emotion. A plea. "Do you understand?"

"I won't ask you to bury me." Ralnor did not want Leere to have to relive the same pain as today. "Just... maybe visit. Share a bottle of wine at my gravesite with the old snake. Make sure all of our hard work doesn't go to waste."

"I won't..." Leere let out one more sigh. "Is your liver even good anymore for drinking?"

"Leere, I'm older than the word fuck itself, if my liver is shot, than so be it." Ralnor snorted at her inquiry of concern. "Let's go drink."

Leere frowned, her eyes gloomy. She didn’t like the way he was so casual about throwing his life away to possible alcohol poisoning, but her resolve to push back against her brother was gone. “Fine. Cass would be disappointed.”

"Dear sister, let me let you in on a little secret," Ralnor put his arm around her shoulders, using the other hand to support his weight on the cane. "Orana could outdrink many, but never my dear wife."

Sitting in his chambers, Leere gently and slowly dipped from the wine, taking the time to let its contents dull her senses. Part way through the drinking, Leere reached into her bag of holding and pulled out a glass on Lon Lon Romani. It was a milk like alcoholic expresso, created by Sunny. Popping the cork, she poured herself a glass, then silently looked to her brother to see if he wanted a glass.

"I will decline the specialty, Leere, you keep that bottle for yourself." Ralnor carefully sipped at his small glass of wine. "Have you spoken to the snake?"

“Not recently.”

"As much as I hate to say it, you should probably speak to him about what to expect in the upcoming years." Ralnor was old, he was definitely wise, and as always, had very good points. "He has been there, done that, for lack of better phrasing."

“I suppose so. Given his long life span, and my magic inclinations to stay young…” Leere chugged down the milk. Her head was already spinning.

"For now, though... I would suggest learning how to get your emotions on track first." Ralnor told his sister with a sad smile. "Living through the ages with grief... will not be easy."

“Ralnor…” Leere set her mug down, a long look in her eyes as she gazed at him. “In my first one-hundred years I have experienced being set up as a sacrifice, loss of innocence, war, demons, monsters, loss of friends, colleagues, our parents, and my wife. I’ve seen things that would even shake you. To be honest, fate has nothing on me. It can’t get any worse. Maybe… maybe in time it will get better.”

"My dear sister, I'm not saying look for the worst in the world in the future nor am I saying focus on the past." Ralnor told Leere, wise beyond his years, even in old age. "What I'm saying is... don't give up hope."

“I’m sure I’ll find something to do to keep myself preoccupied…” Leere took a swig of the mug again. “I could be Queen, you know.”

"Queen? Of Hyrule?" Ralnor gave a loud laugh at that suggestion. "Leere, as much as I love the idea of you terrifying your subjects with necromancy and having harems to put any others to shame, you've never been on for such a life. Besides," He added more wine to his glass, "You wouldn't do that to our brother's descendants."

"I'm not going to take over or anything. And I wouldn't want to be Queen of Hyrule, per say. I could just Queen it up elsewhere."

"Leere, you always hated doing paperwork and anything with diplomacy," Ralnor snorted at the idea of Leere trying to build her own kingdom. "Your love was archaeology. History. Culture. Go and do that."

“Oh god. I’m going to live long enough for you to be ancient history.” Looking at the wine, Leere took another drink. “Maybe I can get rich digging you up and putting your mummified remains in a Museum one day.”

"Nice try, but I am going to be cremated." Ralnor chuckled at the thought of Leere putting him in a most undignified pose as a mummy. "Cass was cremated and her ashes spread across the Gerudo Desert. I wish to do the same to be with her."

“I suppose there’s peace in that.” Raising her glass, Leere smiled. “To our wives. Strong willed women who should have outlived us both. To seeing them again.”

"I will drink to that." Ralnor took a final sip of his wine and then gave a small sigh, overlooking the kingdom. "Do promise me one thing, though, Leere." The prince then admitted, "I would like for you to come back here when you feel ready. Check in on our descendants. Make sure Covarog's and Zarazu's hard work did not go to waste." He gave her a small smile. "I'm sure they would appreciate it, as would I."

“I will. If anything threatens our descendants, I’ll be here. Who knows… maybe I’ll see the next Link.”

"... maybe there won't be another Link." Ralnor said with a tint of hope in his voice. "Or Papa. Or Mama. Maybe, just maybe... they can finally rest."

“Maybe… but not every Link has been the same reincarnation. Sometimes, like a Diamond in the rough, Hylian tradition to name their children after heroes can mesh beautifully with heroism in times of strife.”

Finishing her drink, Leere steadily got up. “I suppose I should go find Modoc.”

"If anyone names their child after me, I will haunt them." Ralnor retorted dryly, giving his adopted sister a hug. "Go terrorize the snake."

Leere hugged him tight, a part of her afraid to let go for a moment. She didn’t want to lose him. However, she knew life had to go one. Disembarking his room, Leere waved goodbye as she went to search for Modoc. Oddly, she had a sixth sense now about where he would be.

"Are you going to return to Omisha?" Napochi was speaking to his uncle as Joy rested inside her mothers' home. It had been a long week for her and she was exhausted. While he was too large to fit inside the house, he was comfortable with Modoc inside of the barn. "Mother has been wondering when you will come home."

"Perhaps after things settle here." Modoc told Napochi with a small sigh, "I can't exactly travel without drawing too much attention. I don't really want to anyhow," He shifted slightly in the hay, "I'd rather go back to Omisha and live out my days watching my nieces and nephews or training the next shaman."

Leere supposed she should have found Napochi and Modoc at the barn. It was the only place for them that could fit their sizes. Dismounting her horse, she settled next to a wooden in the barn, politely waiting to be noticed.

Hearing the horse approach, Napochi slithered near the edge, looking downward.

"Mother-in-law," He was always so formal with his speech, "Joy is in the house if you're looking for her.”

“I-… thank you Napochi. I’m sure she’s resting. I’m actually here to speak to Modoc.”

"Oh, shit." Modoc grumbled under his breath, figuring that Leere was going to chew him out about something else out of his control.

"Very well, I will give the two of you the barn." Napochi slithered out of the hayloft, "I will wait on the porch until you are finished speaking."

“Thank you Napochi.”

Leere waited until her son-in-law made his way out. Silence fell between her and Modoc. When she finally spoke, Leere did so with conviction, but it was clear her energy was sapped. “Modoc. We need to talk about our future.”

"What future?" Modoc asked with a drawl to his voice, leaning over the hay loft to look at Leere. "The one where you wallow in grief for hundreds of years, cursing me? The one where I try to forget the past two thousand years of Prama's influence on my mind? The one where we hate each other until the goddess of death eventually comes for my soul once more?" He gave a small scoff, "Let's be honest, Leere, we can't kill ourselves. Zarazu would be pissed at us for taking the easy way out and a worse punishment might be waiting. Not to mention, if we hurt each other, then we're only going to be hurting ourselves. There's no way out of this deity-forsaken trap."

“No. There isn’t a way out of this for us. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to suffer in despair in that time. And I don’t want to fight with you either. What would the point be?” Leere let her arms plop against her sides. “However, I am going to grieve. In my own way. I’m going to leave Hyrule. And, I want to know if you would want to come with me?”

"Leere, there is no possibility that I could travel with you." Modoc gestured to himself, thinking she had hit her head. "Look at me. I'm a giant snake man who scares the ever living shit out of people." He then told her, "Even if I challenged magic to alter my appearance, it would be very draining. Mother has need of me back in Omisha, so I will return there."

“Okay…” Leere took a deep breath. “I just wanted to ask you. You are, and will be forever now, my longest relationship in my life. And I hoped I could go on this journey with someone I care for.”

"Leere, you have to be honest with yourself," Modoc knew how she was feeling. He could sense it. She was merely trying to spare his feelings. "You can barely stand the sight of me right now. While I will always care for you, I believe you need time to sort out how you feel."

“Modoc. I don’t hate you. You aren’t responsible for what has happened to me. I am. I made that choice years ago. Maybe… maybe I thought you could help me sort it out.” Leere took a seat on a barrel of hay. “I’m sure Mother has her hands light with Napochi and Sadon there. Maybe we can both just… escape Hyrule and Omisha for a bit?”

"If you truly believe those words, then why are you mad at me?" Modoc asked Leere, not understanding. "Why do I sense that you feel such bitterness?"

“Because-!” Leere finally felt some more flare come back to her. “Because when Joy was born, I was never the same after the tower while Chaos was still dwelling in our world. It made me paranoid, and an asshole towards my monster friends. I wanted to protect her from everything, even when I knew you’d never hurt her, or corrupt her. And then, we never just took the time to sit down and sort our shit out after I forcibly brought you back to life. I’m bitter because I wasted time between us. Fuck it. That’s why.”

Modoc almost wanted to laugh about Leere mentioning how much time she had wasted, when now, she had more time than any mortal her age. Yet, it did make him feel a bit sad, recalling how Leere had all but ignored him, not to mention Blue and White. She even refused to visit Mother in Omisha. True, part of this situation could be his own fault. Modoc was incredibly angry with Leere for bringing him back, for breaking her promise to him, but... now, once more, he had resigned himself to his fate.

"And now... I think you realize that time is the one thing we cannot protect our loved ones from."

“Yeah.” Leere looked down to an open spot beside her, silently gesturing to him to join her. “Do you remember Hades?”

"... yes." Modoc felt that sharp twinge of pain in his chest. "I... really wish I could have brought back his species for him. But Prama wouldn't let me."

“I know you had a close relationship with him. I know I didn’t have as much time with him, but I did consider him my friend. He was grounded amongst the wackiness the rest of the hive could get up to. He was encouraging, always listening and giving sage advice. Then he tried to kill us… I never felt a betrayal like that before.” Leere held onto herself, silence filling the room for a bit. “Modoc… I’m sorry. I let that experience twist my trust again. I let it hurt my relationship with you for a long time. And I thought I could help repair it by bringing you back. But I only made things worse. I don’t want to have this strain between us. I love you. As much as Joy, my family, or Sunny.”

Once again, Leere fell silent. Part of her felt stupid. Even if wasn’t angry with her, he wouldn’t feel the same.

"Before Hades made his choice, he was my oldest friend." Modoc told Leere, thinking back to when he met the Lionel. "He was just a kitten, starving and lost. I watched him grow, just as I did you." The Anagari could sense that Leere's apology was heartfelt and sincere. She truly meant those words, but it was hard not to have doubts after so long of Leere's dismissal. "Sometimes, those you love the most are the ones who hurt you the most."

Rolling over onto his back in the hayloft, the shaman sighed heavily, conflicted, "I understand why you did what you did, Leere. I truly do. I just..." He ran a hand down his face, "I know you wanted me here, partly because of selfish reasons and the other to help you protect your family. I understand that, I do, I know the why, I know the reason, I just..." He groaned softly, thinking of his own family, his beautiful mate, his sweet hatchlings. It pained him to think of their faces. "When you are at peace... true peace, and then suddenly yanked away from it, it leaves you feeling so hollow for a time. While I was angry at you, I do not hate you."

Leere’s grew a little solemn. Steady, she got up, walking over to Modoc. Best she could, she did her best to hug him. "You sure we can't just take time to get close again?"

Modoc was a touch surprised at the hug. Leere had avoided him like the plague until now. It felt odd, but... somewhat comforting. He had lost many of his friends. Hades betrayed him. Silver lost his life in the war. Black had his final rest granted by the goddess of death. Red was still running his brothels, but he rarely saw the incubus. Blue and White were still alive, thankfully, but now had lives of their own. It was so painful to watch those he cared for suddenly vanish from his life.

"... we do have plenty of time." Modoc spoke softly, "Anagaris can live up to a thousand years, Leere. Before I died, the first time, I was in my mid three hundreds... so we have quite a while."

"And who knows how we'll account for my lifespan and magic." With a sigh, she patted his chest with her bare, almost tender hand. "Are you sure I can't convince you to join me? I'm sure Mother has plenty of help in Omisha. And if you do have to wear a disguise, I know spells that can help take away the discomfort. I could use a friend on the road. I'm thinking of going to Danjur first, but if you can't join me, maybe I would visit Fayruz in Al-Daida instead."

"From what I know, Mortuus usually lived a normal human lifespan unless a deal was made of some sort with hellish magic." Modoc felt her hand trying to give him a source of ease with the tiny pats. It made him think of when he used to carry her around. Years ago, Leere used to demand he be her personal chauffeur. It used to make him chuckle when she'd just hold up her arms like she was a kid again. "... I am not one for traveling, Leere. Those who know me as a host still hold resentment. But I will go with you to Al-Daida before Omisha," He thought of the matriarch, "She, at least, will not banish me from her country."

“Thank you…” Leere hugged him again, before letting go. “I should go talk with Joy. Need her help in getting my affairs in order.”

"Take your time and grieve, Leere." Modoc told her, a solemn expression on his face. "I... didn't have time to grieve when I lost my family. And I should have been able to. You do what you need to."

Nodding, Leere made her way back into her house. Opening the door to the inside, she paused, looking at the bench she and Sunny sat on for so many days they were married. Going inside and up the stairs, she passed by too many photographs for their lives, with Sunny getting older and older. Finally, reaching Joy’s bedroom, Leere peered in. “Joy?”

Her daughter stirred awake from the sound of her mother’s voice, a little tired in her voice. “Mom?”

“I’m sorry. I can come back later if you like.”

“No. It’s fine. Come in.”

Leere made her way in, crawling on top of the bed to lay beside her daughter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But I’m far from okay.”

Leere felt the hollowness in her daughter’s voice. It was understandable. “I know. I feel the same now she’s gone.”

Joy turned to her mother, taking a deep breath to keep her emotions in check. She had a long day of crying already, and she didn’t want to start again. “Mom’s going to be okay. And in time, we’ll see her again. It’ll just take a little longer for you…”

“Joy. I need to tell you something.”

Sending some hesitation in her mom’s voice, Joy took her hand gently, giving it a squeeze of encouragement. “What is it mom?”

“I’m going to leave Hyrule. My way of healing, my best way-“

“Is to adventure.” At this point, Joy was sitting up on the bed. She knew her mother well, more so the older she got. Leere loved the sense of travel, the excitement and wonder that came with it. Helping her mom up, Joy smiled with some sadness, but also understanding. “Mom. Sunny would want you to be happy. Mama would know that you can’t stay cooked up here. And I know that too. You’re a free spirit, and I think you need to see the world to let it help heal you.”

“Oh Joy.”

“Go out there. Be wild. Just… just try to visit? Or message me once in a while? I can look after the house here.” A little more serious, Joy put on her doctor's face. “Mama and I won’t, wouldn’t, care if you look for intimacy. But please. Don’t go on drugs again.”

Leere flinched at hearing that. She supposed Sunny must have told Joy at some point of her mom’s troubled past before she meet the farmer. Nodding, she made a vow here and now to Joy. “I won’t. Nothing hard or dangerous ever again.”

“Thank you. And be safe. I love you mom.”

“I love you too, my Joy.”

Hugging her, Leere prayed for her daughter to have a long and safe life.

A month of preparations was in order for Leere. She took time to cry, to celebrate the life Sunny led with remaining friends and family, and to plan. If she were to leave Hyrule to travel the world, she’d need organization, at least to a degree. Identities to go by, magic items to bring, and how to live happily.

With a step in her speed, Leere made her way to the castle. She needed one last goodbye and to make some arrangements with the royal family. Donning a pair of red tinted glasses, she wore a nice leather jacket and traveling pants for the occasion.

"Didn't Mother always tell you not to skip in the halls?" Ralnor chuckled as Leere rounded the corner. He had been waiting for her. "She was always so worried you'd break one of her antiques."

“You’re just jealous I still have the figure for it. Besides, I was always a good child. Anytime I slipped up Rinku and Skull Kid were happy enough to take the fall.”

"Those two never grew up and therefore have a valid excuse." Ralnor followed Leere into the throne room. "You know, you don't have to go. You're more than welcome to stay here."

“I know. But if there’s one thing I shared with our late sister it’s that I could never stay in one spot for long. I did so for Sunny. But now that she’s gone… I need to go. Hyrule’s just a sad reminder right now. In time, I’m sure that will change, but I do need time to work that out.” Leere took her brother’s hand, smiling. “If I do stay, I’m pretty certain I’ll go mad and turn all of you into children to have you grow up again.”

"Leere, if you make me go through puberty again, I will bite you." Ralnor shook his head, understanding her need to leave. "Go off on one of your grand adventures yet again. It will do you good."

“Yeah. I’ve already said goodbye to Orana and Tebby. As for Kanisa, I’ll figure something out. All that’s left is you and little Lui-Lui.”

Leere gave Ralnor a pat on the back. "Let's go find the little red head, shall we?"

"That little redhead isn't so little anymore." Ralnor walked alongside Leere, going into the throne room where Luimaya and Xidoren waited. He looked at the pair, standing side by side, talking to their children. The old prince gave a small sigh, a smile creeping onto his face. It was rare to see him be so relaxed. "... I'm so glad that she had a chance to be happy too."

"Indeed." Leere walked in, and, with a flick of her finger, she made a few wrapped boxes appear. With a full smile, she shouted out to the kids. "Who's your favourite Aunt!"

It was indeed an odd sight to Ralnor. Long ago, Luimaya had told the prince that she thought she would never have a family after learning of her fate to be the host of Balance. Now, here he was, watching her laugh as her children greeted Leere. Luimaya and Xidoren were parents to five beautiful daughters and two handsome sons.

"Goodness, you'll never stop spoiling them, will you?" Luimaya gave her aunt a smile. "Then again, I suppose that is what aunts are for."

"Shadow Sage---I mean, Princess Leere," Xidoren was as formal as ever with his speech, "You are too kind."

"Not kind enough I think. For all of you. Books of adventure and lockets of beauty and mystery. Enjoy." Ruffling some of their hair, she made her way up to the Queen, giving Luimaya a hug. She was in a much better mood since the funeral. "Hello dear. How are you doing?"

"Aunt Leere, I'm old, I'm here, I'm still a bit fabulous, and I've somehow managed to keep the kingdom from falling apart, so I'd say I'm all right." Luimaya returned the hug and then added, "But most of all... I'm happy." She had her hand holding Xidoren's, still very much in love despite all that had happened.

"You don't look at all a day over thirty-nine. It makes me happy to know that you have this full joy in your heart." Leere smiled at them both, a twinkle of sadness in her eyes, but with a blink, she pushed it away.

"It seems that we were both able to master our fate in the end." Xidoren gave Luimaya a smooch on the forehead. "Are you sure you wish to travel? We are more than happy to accommodate you in the castle."

"Xidoren... I can't stay. I don't want Hyrule to feel like a prison of time. If I stay for the hundreds of years I have left, it won't feel special anymore, let alone a home. I need to journey outwards. If I do so, the moments I do return will make Hyrule feel all the better." Turning to Luimaya, Leere cupped her niece's hands. "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Luimaya never wanted to think of how hard it would be to live on and watch her family die. It was a curse she'd never wish upon anyone. The only way to live with this type of pain was to try and outrun it. "Just be careful."

"I will. You know I will check in on our family line right? Keep them safe. And, if need be, keep them honest."

"I trust you to do so." Luimaya knew that eventually Leere would return to Hyrule. Probably not in her lifetime, but, at least here and there to check on the descendants. It was a heavy thought, but one that gave her a bit of comfort.

"Hey." Leere lifted her drooping chin up. "No sad thoughts. Not for you. Not anymore. You have a long, happy life ahead of you now. Hyrule is going to flourish under your care. You don't have to worry about me."

"I know." Luimaya grabbed Leere in a tight hug, and whispered in her ear, "Kaksa said Modoc will take care of you and you'll do one better for the world. Just... don't lose sight of the light."

Leere's eyes flashed with sadness for a moment. Her heart would miss her family heavily here. The deep loving hug from her niece didn't help make the leave easier. Hugging her back, Leere nodded. "I won't. You can't cast a shadow without light after all."

Saying her goodbyes, Leere was led to the castle gates by her family. Smiling, she gave them all a wave goodbye as she set off. Taking a breath, she looked up at the Sun. She hoped she would feel Sunny's warmth once more.

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A collaboration with @ridersoftheapocalypse. Previous Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/711481831624687616/the-long-years-ahead-ch-1-the-sunset Next Ch.

#Leere #Leere Dragmire #Sunny Ingo #Bonegrinder #Modoc #Ralnor #Hyrule #ridersoftheapocalypse #Next Ch will be a while.#Story intended from this point to spark interest in stories of Leere post Legacy and into the future.

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ccaptain · 1 year

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@frozenambiguity said: «Even after all these years... Nothing has changed. Why can’t you be honest with me? With yourself?» A small ghost from the past visits the captain's... dream? Nightmare? To be determined. Perhaps his presence is unwelcomed. All matters considered, it can be torturous to face oneself and still receive judgment for your conduct.

An ocean starry eye inspects that which he has become. He has grown taller. Apart from the natural laws of growth, however, he does not appear to have changed much. And... There it is. The sadness in his gaze. The guilt. The lies. Will they ever vanish? Will there ever be a time when he can just... exist? To be himself, his true self, without fearing external consequences? Perhaps the young boy desires to hold onto those childish, foolish dreams.

«This... emptiness. It will go away, right...?» Right? A foolish question. They both know it.

when kaeya dreams, it’s never good.

even the sweetest of illusions must unravel the horror within. idealistic visages turn into alcohol-fueled night terrors: there’s blood, dismemberment and death in his mind, in every step of the way.

in kaeya’s dreams, nothing sits still except for a child.

how long has he carried his innocent, young version of himself with him? he must have seen countless horrors. he must have seen his father die, the surfacing truth driving a permanent wedge between him and his beloved brother- how they both learned that rain can’t wash away sins, no matter how heavy the downpour.

he remembers how little fingers clung to his leg as they witnessed the last of his innocence die, slaughtered by the consequence of his own actions. his mouth tasted like copper. a crimson pool was growing larger by the seconds, staining the knight’s uniform. he remembers dark cobalt hair scattered about as if it was an halo around the corpse’s head.

here laid at their feet kaeya ragnvindr, unmoving body of someone who was full of life once.

the child has seen a bottle of alcohol per night being depleted quickly, much quicker than the purchasing time was. how crimson stains blossomed on the white blouse as he drank it down, eager to find some peace in the numbness.

the adult that has failed at everything finds comfort in denying himself the pleasure of a comfortable mattress. he’s deserving of the crick in his neck and the stiffness of his shoulders in his wake.

when his brother seems eons distant, when life has lost the taste of wonder for the unknown, when the days are monotonous repeats of the previous one- kaeya keeps persisting, one foot in front of the other.

he doesn’t know why. perhaps it’s out of spite.

there’s this sense of vindication in stubbornly staying alive after he has ruined everything- not a thing is salvageable, there’s not an home to turn to- not anymore. wherever he looks, there’s just the vastness of the mistakes that he’s made to suffer. there’s no backpedaling. there’s no turning back.

he’s lost, his raft is falling apart, and he has stopped fearing the abyssal depths calling for him.

how does he start to explain, where...? the child’s questions crash on him like waves, and he wishes to drown to avoid answering. it’d be such a relief is water filled his lungs, preventing him from uttering a single word. it’s a confrontation that’s long overdue.

yet, kaeya cannot answer.

please, he begs to no one in particular, shaky hands slowly coming up to shield his face from that gaze. please, how can i...

kaeya alberich refuses to let a child look at his despairing expression. he is nothing but a coward, each shake of his shoulder a shameful one.

he should be a knight, able to protect what little innocence his past self should have had. what is he doing instead?

‘ i... ‘ a swallow. locks of dark cobalt are tousled and damp with sweat, trapped between trembling digits. ‘ i wish i could... i’m... i’m sorry, sweet star, ‘ he finally manages to utter, voice cracking like stainless glass. he fails at being comforting, utterly so.

‘ i wish- i wish i could tell you that it will, but... i don’t know. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry- ‘

i wish you won’t have to drown because of me. because of us.

#frozenambiguity #LAUNCHES THIS AT U FULL SPEED. WE WANNA MAKE IT SAD?#LET'S FUCKING DO IT #(im not crying. you are)#his child self: damn bitch you live like this? SJAHDAJSDHASHDC

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yourmoonmomma · 1 year

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Happy birthday bby! Hope you enjoyed your day, you totally deserve it!✨️🩷🩷

What have you been doing as of late? Update us👀👀

Thank you so much lovebug!! <333

OKAY OKAY get ready for a lot of short stories about what I've been up to LOL:

Last night Jayson & I got into a fight when I got home after work, because we were supposed to go to the speedway today since they have a monster truck event, and he said not to bother buying him a ticket, since he doesn't want to go even though he knows how excited I am for it. So after our fight about it, I reach out to my friends that are going, and asked where they are sitting, so I can try and get a solo ticket near them. BUT by the time my friends answered, all the tickets were sold out, so I can't go :( Which made me yell at Jayson more lol. I went to the casino to watch Tyler's band play, and hung out with his step-son, Gage, for a while. My friends invited me over to play on their bouncy castle, which I might do tonight after Jayson & I get back from seeing Barbie.

The day before that, so my bday, I didn't do much lol. I napped for most of the day, and only worked like 3 hours max haha. After work, I went to my parents and had dinner with them, and then we went out for ice cream & tried a new ice cream place. It was very yummy. The ice cream place also sells banana milkshakes, which is rare, so I texted Collin to tell him (since he loves banana milkshakes), and then texted Tyler to let him know they have tiger tail ice cream (as that is also somewhat difficult to find). My parents bought me The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and Oathbringer, which are two books I very much wanted :3 I immediately started Oathbringer lol. Then I came home & fought with Jayson and then felt sad for the rest of the night.

The day before that, so Wednesday, after work I went to Dan & Ally's, as Ally & Mik had a "surprise" planned for me for my birthday. The surprise was decorating the house, as you can see (at least a bit) in my pinned photos. We drank all night long, and did some shrooms, and I got way too drunk lol. I guess Isaac wanted to tattoo "23" on me (which given his 19 tattoo... makes sense), but didn't, for whatever reason. I do not remember any of that though LOL. I didn't fall asleep until like 4am.

Tuesday was a peaceful night. Bought some joints, and went for a walk at sunset to have a smoke. Ended up swinging on a swing set for way too long, it was so much fun omg. I highly recommend!

Monday night I went over to Tyler's after work, and we hung out in his "man cave", trying to find one of those silly hotdog/weiner cooker things to buy. We watched some food show too that he likes, and he was telling me about how he wants to open up a place that only sells philly cheesesteaks (and was quite shocked to hear that I had never tried one). When I got back, I was mad at Jayson again, because he didn't bother asking where I was or why i was out for so long or who I was with.

Last Sunday, Jayson & I went to the beach for the day, and I got very very drunk - I did not realize how much drunker you get in the sun lol. We have a beach tent, so I laid in that for most of the day, as the beach was semi-flooded so the sand was more mud than anything & the water was very cold. I also burnt half of my body (the half that was not quite in the tent). Jayson & I picked up chinese food on the way back in, and then I drunkenly (or exhausted from the heat) passed out on his bed for a couple hours LOL.

And Last Saturday, I impulsively drove almost 2 hours away to go to a bar that Tyler was playing at, and stayed until he left (so like 3am). Drove back in an awful storm, the highway was flooded, and the lightning was literally blinding. Very scary drive, but made it home safe (and so did he). And I had fun! Some boys hit on me at the bar, which was really funny to me. The one was like "come here often?" and i was like "I cannot believe you are trying that line on me". I told him no, through laughter, and that I came to support the band, as I work with the drummer. And his whole attitude changed, which was equally funny to me. He was like "Omg you know the band?! Can you ask them to play more Tragically Hip next time?! Please please please!?! I'll owe you my life!!!" Very funny!

And yea! That's been my week! Tonight we have to start watching Cleo, Jayson's step mom's cat, for the week while his parents are at their cottage. And we are going out for dinner & to see Barbie, like I think I already said.

ANYWAY THATS YOUR UPDATE HAHAHA SORRY IT IS SO LONG what have you been up to?!

#friends #sereiaxz #abt me #jayson #tyler #gage #collin #dan #ally #mikayla #isaac #cleo

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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Sound it out

At the doorway of an office on the seventeenth floor of an elegant building in the central district, Sheila silently asks Cato, "Is it true?"

They are not alone on the outside stairwell. She and Cato stand close together. A man wearing a suit stands a few yards behind them. She could kill him in a flash, and then Cato could probably take out the man in front of her. But the man is her bodyguard, and to kill him would be dishonorable, especially in front of a guest.

Cato does not hear her. He seems to be caught in a waking dream, staring blankly up the street.

The man behind Sheila speaks. "It's the truth."

Cato's face shows no expression. His posture gives no indication of meaning or purpose.

The man is nearly as tall as Sheila. He does not seem to notice her. He speaks to Cato as if he were addressing a stranger, in some kind of abstract voice. He has long gray hair, and looks like a giant lizard.

The man is not Cato's bodyguard. She is not sure what he is.

Sheila swallows. "Why are you here?"

The man speaks: "He is here for the last time."

The words are abstract, without emotion, but Sheila feels a shock.

She wants to speak to Cato. She wants to tell him that everything is OK, that they will be OK.

She wants Cato to be Cato again. Cato, whom she loves. Cato, who loves her. Cato, who will continue to love her when they are gone.

Cato's bodyguard is grinning.

Sheila does not trust her bodyguard. She does not trust many of the things she has been told, and her bodyguard has said many of those things to her. She is sure that she is being lied to.

Sheila asks again, "Is it true?"

The lizard-man speaks. "The auditors are in the ground."

Sheila senses that her bodyguard is enjoying himself. She does not know why.

It is a surprise, from a stranger, for a member of the bodyguard to seem to be enjoying himself. He is supposed to enjoy Sheila, not Sheila's guest.

Her bodyguard is big and muscular and quick, and very strong. It is not easy for her to keep up with him, and it is not easy for her to learn what he is like. He never speaks to her, or with her, unless he has to.

Her bodyguard seems very pleased with himself. He seems like he thinks that this is a victory for him. Why is he pleased? What does it mean?

A cold sensation washes over Sheila. A sensation like ice water rushing down her body, and tasting like blood.

She wants to ask the stranger what it means. She wants to know what the stranger thinks is funny.

But she cannot speak. She cannot even think.

"I am going to kill your bodyguard," says Sheila.

She would kill the man in front of her first, for dishonor's sake. She is not sure if she could kill him. But she knows she could kill him. It would be easy. And she knows that she could kill her bodyguard. He is a small, slight man, and he is not very fast. Even if she were unarmed she could beat him to death. He was a child once.

She knows she could kill him, if she were alone.

Cato asks quietly, "Can we go inside now?"

"I will not kill your bodyguard."

Sheila is a tall, slender, handsome woman, with long red hair and large gray eyes. She looks like an angel. She is almost beautiful.

She is one of the six who called themselves the Others, who followed the philosophy of the Almost Nowhere manifesto, and who once lived in a cave on the planet Xenos and drank the ichor.

The man looks at Sheila and says, "She will not kill him."

Sheila says, "You are wrong. I could kill my bodyguard, if I wanted to. I could kill any number of men. I do not know if I could kill the man in front of me, but I know I could kill my bodyguard."

The man in front of her does not react. "Why would you want to do that?" he asks.

"What is he doing here?" Sheila asks.

"Of course I could kill my bodyguard," Sheila says.

The man in front of her seems to be listening, but he does not speak.

Cato tells Sheila, "Can we go inside now?"

"I'll kill your bodyguard," Sheila says.

She tells herself she is thinking, but she doesn't know if she is thinking. She ought to be thinking about how to kill the man in front of her. But she isn't thinking about that.

But she is thinking about how to kill her bodyguard. Just because she is not thinking about it doesn't mean she is not thinking about it.

She's not thinking about it. She's actually thinking about it, and she's not thinking about it. Yes, she is thinking about it. She's thinking about not thinking about it. No, she isn't thinking about it. But she is thinking about it.

Cato is talking to her, but she isn't listening to him. He's just talking. She can't listen to him. She can never listen to him. She isn't thinking about it. She has to kill her bodyguard.

Sheila does not want to kill her bodyguard. She likes him. She wants to keep him. She wants to keep her bodyguard. She likes him. She loves him.

She will kill him.

Sheila is Cato's bodyguard. She is also his lover, and she is also his friend. She is one of the six who joined him in his project, in Almost Nowhere.

She is also his bodyguard.

She likes being his bodyguard. She is fond of him. She likes looking at him, and likes the feeling of his body against hers. She likes how it feels to push him down, to pin him against the ground. She likes how she feels like a monster when she does that, how it makes her feel big and powerful. She likes it when he's scared.

But she likes her job, and she likes him, and she likes how he feels about her.

She likes him like she likes some of the others.

She likes him like she likes him.

Cato is almost gone.

It's not real. It's not real. She cannot do this. It is not real. He is not a child. Cato is not a child. He is almost grown up. He is not a child. It is not real. She cannot do this. She will not do this.

She knows that she has to stop thinking about it. She knows that it is not real. She has to stop thinking about it. It is not real. She likes him. She will not kill him. She will not kill her bodyguard. She likes him. She will not.

She does not know why she does not know that it is not real. She knows that it is not real. She does not know why she keeps thinking about it. She knows that it is not real. She feels good.

She feels hot. She feels ice water running down her body.

She feels good. She feels good.

She likes her job. She likes her job. She likes the feeling of his body against hers. She likes the feel of his body. She likes the feeling of his body. She likes the feel of his body. She likes him.

She is not a child. She is a woman. She is not a child.

She is not a child.

She is a woman.

Her bodyguard is coming toward her. He does not notice Sheila, he is talking to the stranger.

Sheila likes her job. She is a woman. She likes her job. She likes her lover. She loves him.

She likes her lover.

She is not a child. She likes her lover.

She is a woman.

She is not a child. She likes her lover.

She is a woman. She is a woman.

She likes her lover.

He has a big body. She likes his body. She feels good when she touches his body.

She feels ice water running down her body. She is a woman.

She is not a child. She is a woman.

She feels good when she touches his body. She feels good when she pushes him down against the ground.

She feels good when she pushes him down against the ground.

She knows that she is a woman. She is not a child. She is not a child. She is a woman.

She likes her lover. She likes her lover. She is a woman.

She is not a child. She is not a child. She

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