#this took a very positive/hopeful turn for me but i do believe in the power of love and allen is like. for me the picture of hope??? idk !!

[alienaiver]

Hey so how do you think Allen Walker would deal with having a s/o who isn’t even stunned by his dark side when it comes out for first time and they find it funny and are more “ You’re usually sweet and innocent all the time, that I figured you had to be hiding something. I’ve never seen you angry”?

"Whatcha mean yer thought I was hiding somethin'?" he asks, unsure of how he feels about that fact and completely unable to stay polite and proper in his surprise. He winces and schools his expression and thoughts, "I mean, I just don't have that many things to be angry about, I suppose?"

The strained laugh he lets out makes you wince back at him, your grimace telling him he can't win with that one. You grab his hand - his ugly one and Allen feels like he’s flinching enough for the both of you since you barely even react when touching him so casually. You caress the back of the hand gently and give him a warm smile, “you can take your time showing me all of you,” before he’s about to say something, you huff out a laugh and continue, “though I do admit, you telling off the owner of that restaurant for us was really amazing! You’re so interesting for sure.”

Allen fights to have his face remain neutral upon the display in front of him. The laugh that’s bubbling out of your chest at the end of your sentence is so warm, bursting at the seams to explode in front of him and color him in your fantastic and vibrant shades. His other hand travels to hide the blush rising from his cheeks all the way up to his ears as he lets out a laugh himself, though it is a lot more muted than yours. He relaxes his shoulders and properly grabs onto the hand still caressing his knuckles, returning a smile he hopes brings you as much as warmth, as yours does for him.

He wants to overthink all of this, wants to sink into his fears and distance himself from you to hide the misstep but your casual and accepting nature lets him put down his guard. He’ll try harder to hide his dark side from you for a while yet but a seed of acceptance has been sown in the darkest parts of him and soon enough it’ll illuminate more than he can even imagine. It’s not okay for him to show you all of him, but it will be.

He’s afraid to admit it, but he looks forward to it.

[edenmemes]

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

part 1 / ? .

❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞ ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ ❝ you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. ❞ ❝ i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ ❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞ ❝ you…you have no idea what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair’s breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s you. don’t you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? ❞ ❝ good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. ❞ ❝ i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland… ❞ ❝ yours is the first happy face i’ve seen in a good while. ❞ ❝ when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door. ❞ ❝ thank you, my friend. maybe we’ll meet again, in another life. ❞ ❝ you’ll regret sticking your nose in my business. ❞

[a-person-whos-alive]

Why TotK fails Zelda

Heads up, this is a long post. Ive cut this down like a motherfucker but it still reads very long. My thoughts are divided into four main categories;

1. Her relationship with her magic & tech

2. Her relationship with Hyrule

3. Her relationship with Link

4. Her relationship with the player

Also, these are my opinions, I'm certain there are people with far better analysis skills than me! I am just in love with this franchise and a little disappointed with the recent game. Zelda as a character holds a special place in my heart and its sad that her character was done dirty like this.

Theres a TLDR at the end and before I forget, SPOILERS!!!

1. Her relationship with her magic & tech

Zelda is not someone who magic came easily to, and I think BotW & AoC did a great job exploring that. They contrasted her natural interest with the sheikah technology and her lack of power and it was 😘👌

How did TotK do? With the Zonai tech being the main selling point, how would Zelda, a scholar at heart, interact with it? To my memory, the only interaction she has is to put Mineru's soul into a piece of Sheikah tech and hand it to a construct.

Well what about magic? Finding out she has light AND time powers was at first a great throwback to OoT with the Sage of Time. The fact that her Time magic awakened immediately unlike the Light magic in the last game was a nice contrast. But then, she immediately has a similar dilemma, she can't USE her magic to propel herself forward because she doesnt know how. Unlike BotW though, she has the "mother" she was lacking to teach her. This was a decent set-up. It was different enough to be its own thing but still was familiar enough. This is up to memory 4 - Mineru's Council

The issue the NEXT MEMORY, memory 5 - Gerudo Assualt shows her being even more proficient than Sonia. We don't see her train, or struggle, or even ask a question about how the stone works. She just does. It's not until memory 8 do we see her get any guidance about her powers? And even then we don't see her attempt recall at all. In the next memory she simply uses it perfectly and effortlessly.

The purpose of her strengthening Time Magic was to get back home. Yet, she gets back home by swallowing a sacred stone, that she already had the ability to do at any point. She turns into the LIGHT dragon, using her LIGHT magic to strengthen the Master Sword. Her whole arc about her magic was pointless because in the end she used the powers from the previous game for everything important.

2. Her relationship with Hyrule

Positives first! Its clear that Zelda loves her people, and during the 7? year gap she obviously took the time to connect with them and problem solve. Penn's quest really demonstrates this, and so does the Hateno school quest. (Even if the children don't believe in the Calamity). I found it very endearing that the people had such faith in her, that even with Ganondorf causing havoc with her face, people refused to believe it. The Great Fairies MUST have seen wrong because it was dark, Dorephan MUST have been mistaken, the Stable Trotters MUST have seen someone else - Zelda wouldn't do that.

I additionally liked that Zelda wasn't immediately trying to set up a monarchy again. In fact, she seemed to be doing the opposite. She wasn't living in Central Hyrule, at Looking Landing, she was living in Hateno. She was a teacher, and on some level a researcher (even if the Don Dons were scrapped ideas from the first trailer).

But the second she goes to the past, she is put back in her box. Her interests in tech are non-existant, she does not interact with anyone who isn't royalty, the King doesn't listen to her about Ganondorf and tells her to not to worry - after all she's just supposed to wear that white dress and hope her magic works soon. She's regressed back to before the Calamity, waiting for something terrible she knows is coming and is powerless to stop.

Crucially, she doesn't speak to Ganondorf once.

This is by far the most egregious waste of their characters in my opinion, and I've just deleted a 3 paragraph Ganondorf discussion - another time. But come on! This is legitimately the PERFECT scenario for Zelda to find about about WHY people opposed her royal family, WHY everyone she's ever loved died in Calamity caused by this guy, WHY she's had to go through all this. But no, if they did talk, it wasn't on screen.

Ive seen in translations of parts of one of the interviews with a developer saying she was able to see what a ruler should be like by going to the past, but until a see an official source I'm going to hope that's not true

3. Her relationship with Link

"Link is still entrusted with the role of protecting Princess Zelda." - Hidemaro Fujibayashi https://www.npr.org/2023/09/13/1199307678/zelda-tears-of-the-kingdom-dlc-video-game. Maybe I'll write a post about Link sometime, but I'm focusing on just him and Zelda.

Whether you ship the two or not, the pair would obviously have a unique bond from both fighting the Calamity and losing the Champions/everyone. So, how did the pair cope with the destruction of everything the love? How did Zelda come to terms with the ruins of Castle Town, the harsh reality of all those who were dead? Zelda doesn't have Link's amnesia to temporarily soften the inital blow.

TotK explores none of this.

Similarly, there is a level of formality on how Zelda speaks of Link. When she tells Rauru of Link she starts, "He is a royal knight. He had been originally appointed for my protection, but later he became a hero by saving both me and Hyrule from a great evil". Not "he and I became close" or even "he became my friend". Zelda is talking to the two people closest to her right now,

All their interactions are the bare minimum.

Link has ALWAYS been a self insert for the player, but he's still a character, and more recently Nintendo has been acting like having emotions means a player can't project onto them. Zelda is Link's closest person, and when she returns he is piece of cardboard, at least help her up!

4. Her relationship with the player

First, as everyone who played BotW will know, many things were removed or changed in TotK to allow it to be standalone for new players. Sheikah tech was removed, important characters forgot Link, the majority of the last game was rarely if ever mentioned. Kass

However TotK does not properly establish Link and Zelda for new fans AND doesnt not elaborate for old fans. They interact twice until the end - the intro and memory 1. All of her characterisation is in that little history moment, the rest of it is 50% sacred power lore and 50% time power lore. Additionlly, anyone who is new to the game has no context for her light powers.

Actually, TotK literally retcons her light magic to be from Rauru and not Hylia. Which was the WHOLE POINT of BotW so great sequelling there guys.

TLDR: The Conclusion

Wow, you made it this far. Or you skipped to end, I would too. My main gripes with Zelda:

> She doesn't interact with Zonai Tech.

> Her arc is about learning time power to go home, only for her to not use said magic and instead use the light magic from the last game to fix the sword and be a light dragon.

> Having her worries about Ganondorf shot down by the King and not holding her ground/ insisting (did you learn nothing from Rhoam??)

> never interacting with Ganondorf him being in Hyrule as a diplomat

> nintendos approach to her and link, they dont once touch while both conscious. Not even a handshake or pat on the shoulder. See images above with prev. Zelda and Link.

> the instance on making it not complicated for accessibility to new players, but also not fleshing it out enough to be compelling on its own.

[villain-crown]

heart | @jegulus-microfic | words: 855

* I’m running late on the prompts whoops

critical care, part 6 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

“Wow, he’s mean.”

“I’m meaner,” Regulus replied and holy shit James believed him.

He could picture it now: Regulus, a relentless, demanding little thing on top of him, sinking onto James’s cock with a vicious hiss and riding him until he was spent. He would be so small but a force of nature all the same, wrapping James’s heartstrings around his little finger like a leash.

Bloody hell, he’s going to look amazing on our Christmas cards.

“Were you just waiting for me to get angry?”

“I was waiting to see if you could,” Regulus corrected, licking a bit of cream from his spoon. James watched the pink tongue dart out, give a good, long lick and disappear past plush lips once more.

I’m not meant to survive this lunch.

“So you and Riddle used to…?”

“Used to,” Regulus replied carelessly.

“What happened?”

“He asked Sirius if he could fuck the both of us at the same time. Not a good look.”

James gaped at him, thoroughly distracted from his lascivious thoughts. “What!?”

Regulus set his spoon to the side. “It was before Sirius got together with Lupin. He was sleeping with half the hospital and every now and then one of his conquests would decide they wanted the matching set. So now Sirius loses his shit at anyone that looks at me sideways and I get the pleasure of sneaking around behind his back like this.”

That… made a lot of sense actually. James had just assumed that Sirius was being baselessly paranoid but there was something a bit bittersweet about it now. Sirius loved Regulus more than anything or anyone. He must have felt very guilty for putting his little brother in that position.

“I’m sorry.”

Regulus frowned. “Why? It’s not your fault.”

“It’s just… what you say.” James cleared his throat, switching topics. “But why did you want to see if I could get angry?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t wrong.”

“About?”

“You manifesting the right attitude to fuck me.”

Even though James had very blatantly been hoping for it, the direct statement made him choke hard. “What!?”

“I like it rough,” Regulus explained calmly, making James work hard to will the beginnings of arousal away. “With teeth and nails and words. I don’t see anything wrong with it, but I understand that not every guy can deliver.”

James suddenly pictured a naked, sweating, panting Regulus on all fours under him with James’s teeth digging into Regulus’s smooth, warm shoulder as he took him from behind in harsh thrusts. It wasn’t James’s usual style—he liked looking at his partner; liked a bit of connection. But he was only human and what else was he supposed to do but agree if Regulus wanted a little pain with his pleasure?

There was something else that concerned him, however.

“Do you think Riddle’s angry enough to tell people?”

Regulus looked disinterested. “Riddle doesn’t scare me. He understands that the only power he has over me is whatever I decide to give him. If he turns me in to HR, I’ll turn him in too.”

“Mutually assured destruction.”

“No, actually, because I can get another nursing job tomorrow. He’s in a competitive program that lasts two years. He can’t afford to get kicked out. He wouldn’t get another cardiovascular fellowship with a sex scandal on his record. If anything, he’ll try to protect me to protect himself.”

Gorgeous, vicious little thing, James thought admiringly.

“I’m not being unreasonable. If he doesn’t want any problems, he just has to keep his mouth shut. It’s not that hard.”

“And you’re good at that sort of thing, are you? Keeping your mouth shut?”

Regulus just looked at him. “I make a much better impression with it open.”

“I bet you do.”

“So?” Regulus picked up the spoon again, idly pressing it against his tongue. “I already know you’re interested, so let’s not kid ourselves there. The real question is if you’re too scared of my big brother to fuck me the way you obviously want to.”

And that really was the question, wasn’t it? Sirius would lose his mind if he found out, that was a given. If he didn’t take a hit out on James, he’d at least refuse to ever speak to him again.

Objectively, this was a very obvious choice.

He should be running away screaming at the very suggestion of engaging the Slytherin like that.

…But fuck, Regulus was fit.

Like, expensive fashion magazine meets dirty wanking material fit.

This is really sort of Sirius’s fault, he tried to convince himself. The way Remus had told it yesterday when James had struck up a very ulteriorly-motivated conversation on the subject, Sirius had practically raised Regulus and had no spine whatsoever when it came to denying him anything.

“He’s never even heard of the word ‘no,’” Remus had concluded with a fond roll of his eyes. “Sirius spoils him rotten.”

And James would be out of his fucking mind to say no to him too.

“…You know what? Fuck it. I’ll fist fight Sirius every morning in the parking lot for the rest of my life if I have to. We’re doing this.”

[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Epilogue // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

Masterlist

The Lost Child Masterlist

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One Year Later

Y/N hums to the song playing in her car as she drives up to the newly renovated Hale house—technically it's Derek's and her house, but she likes just calling the Hale house. Derek planned on renovating the house himself with a few of the other pack members but he ended up renovating with pack members and the Avengers.

Tony wanted to use his money to pay a team to renovate the house as quickly as possible, but Derek wanted to be a part of the renovation considering it was his house. He also didn't feel comfortable with Tony paying for everything. They ended up compromising by letting Tony pay for half but they had to renovate it themselves.

Derek was surprised the first day Tony showed up with a few more Avengers in tow. He couldn't say he was very pleased seeing them either. He was hoping to renovate the house in peace with the occasional forced conversation between himself and Tony or ordering the pack to do a few things. He was even more surprised when he didn't hate them being there. It was a pretty good way to get to know Y/N's other family.

It was also a good way for Y/N to get to know her Avengers family. Although Tony built another Avenger's headquarters just outside of Beacon Hills to be closer to her, she still had a job she had to go to and they weren't her only family. Tony offered her jobs with the Avengers multiple times but she turned them down every time. He even offered her a position to be a part of the Avengers but she wanted to work on controlling her powers before she potentially used them to save people from aliens or whatever else they fight.

Three times a week Y/N would drive up to the house to help out—well, her version of helping out. She let Derek and Tony handle all electrical and plumbing details while she sat to the side and talked about her day or gossiped about people from work. She also helped Steve, Bucky, and Sam make a few furniture pieces by watching them do all the hard work and then adding any details she wanted on them, such as paint or accessories.

Pack members would also come by to help tear things down or build things up. None of them knew what they were doing but Derek would teach them and everything turned out okay. Stiles was like Y/N and didn't do much to help but he would be there. He and Peter grew closer as Y/N's brothers and found out they actually have a lot in common. It took them a few weeks, but they eventually stopped being passive-aggressive to each other and became friends—but they still bicker like an old married couple.

Once rooms were built, she, Lydia, Kira, Wanda, and Nat would paint the rooms and go out and buy things for them. They've definitely come back from a shopping trip or two with too many things but Derek can't complain when he sees how happy Y/N is.

He also can't complain when his business is thriving so money is not an issue. It wasn't an issue before—thanks to the money he inherited from his family—but now he doesn't think it will ever be an issue. Since he's dating 'the Y/N Stark,' people like to drive out of their way just to bring their cars to Hale Garage in hopes of possibly meeting him or getting a glimpse of Y/N.

He also started restoring old cars and motorcycles and selling them. It started with a few motorcycles someone abandoned in front of the garage and now he's selling vintage cars in big shows all over the state.

He has also somehow gotten a little fandom of his own. He has no idea how because he doesn't have any social media nor does he willingly put himself in the public eye. He can always tell if someone specifically requests for him at the garage if they're doing it because of his relationship with Y/N or if it's just because of him.

If it's because of him, there is typically a nervous client, possible flirting, and giddy giggles and conversations with their friends when they think he can't hear them. Someone even asked him out once but he shot that down very quickly. That client won't be coming back anytime soon—especially since Malia overheard the whole thing and started laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

On days that Y/N wasn't at the Hale house, she liked to spend her time with her other dad—the sheriff. She knows he wishes he could've also contributed to the rebuilding of the house. He just didn't have the means financially nor the time to help. On top of his regular sheriff duties, there was a lot of paperwork and stress that came after the big fight against Kate and the Hunters.

On nights that he worked late, she'd bring him dinner and talk about their days. On nights he wasn't working, he'd go by the loft to have dinner with her, Derek, and Stiles. Tony and Peter would sometimes join but they didn't want to intrude too much. Tony could tell that he made the sheriff a bit uncomfortable due to who he was but he never said anything to him. They got along but they weren't going to be best friends any time soon.

She's spoken to some of the other Avengers, like Clint and Thor, but she doesn't see them very much. She's only met Clint a handful of times because he likes to keep to himself on his farm. The most time she's spent with him was when she and Derek stayed at his farm for a weekend as a little get-to-know-you thing. They had a lot of fun, and they text now and then, but it's nothing too serious.

She also doesn't see Thor much since he spends most of his time on Asgard—she's also pretty sure he avoids her as much as possible. He still blames himself for the night she was 'taken' by Hydra even though she has told him multiple times that it's not his fault—Pepper would've still done what she did whether he took her to bed or not.

As Y/N drives past the new gates at the front of the property, she can see several cars parked outside of the Hale House. She smiles a bit to herself as she realizes what's going on. Pulling in front of the house and getting out of the car, she can hear people on the other side of the house. Walking through the house and to the backyard, she steps back outside to all of her friends and family setting up tables and birthday decorations.

"Spiderboy, lift the right side of the banner a bit while you're up there! It's a bit unev–hey! Happy Birthday!" Stiles awkwardly shouts as he notices her. Everyone turns to Stiles before shouting 'Happy birthday' at the sight of Y/N standing near the backdoor.

"Why are you home so early?" Derek asks, walking up to Y/N and trying to block her from looking at the scene behind him.

"I'm happy to see you too, babe," Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before giving Derek a quick peck on the lips. "My boss let me leave early since it's my birthday. Well, second birthday, but she understood."

"I still don't understand why you didn't just take the day off."

"That's because I used up my vacation days putting in time off for our little vacation in about a week. I'd much rather take time off to spend two weeks naked on the private island we're going to then have a few free hours this morning." She can hear some of the people behind Derek pretending to gag letting her know that they're listening in on their conversation.

She squeals and laughs as Derek bends down and throws her over his shoulder. Walking into the house, Derek lightly slaps her ass as he walks her up to their bedroom. Entering their shared bedroom, he throws her onto the bed before hovering over her and staring lovingly into her eyes.

"Why are you throwing me another birthday party? You already threw me one on my April birthday." Y/N questions. Not only did she gain another family, but she also gained another birthday. She has the birthday she celebrates which marks the day she arrived at the Stilinskis and now the birthday she was with the Avengers.

"I'm not the one who planned this. This is all on Tony. I also think this might be more for them than it is for you since it's the first time they get to celebrate today with you." Derek says. The only thing Derek did was reel Tony in. Tony wanted to throw a massive party and invite as many people as possible but he knew that would be way too much for Y/N. He knew she'd like something at home with her friends and family. "Now, I need you to change out of your work clothes and I'm going to go back downstairs and see why in a group of superhumans and wolves, no one heard you get here."

"You didn't hear me either," She teases.

"That's because I was trying to be a good son-in-law and listen to your dad tell me about a new case he's working on. He wanted my advice."

"Son-in-law?"

"Mhm, now get dressed and try to act surprised when you come back downstairs," He leans down to press a kiss on her cheek before standing and walking toward their bedroom door.

"I'll try!" She yells as he walks out of the room.

Y/N gets up from the bed and walks to her closet. Stripping out of her work clothes, she changes into something a little nicer. Walking out of the closet, she touches up her hair and makeup before walking downstairs toward the party.

Opening the backdoor, her family and friends all turn to her and yell, "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She feigns shock.

"Shut up," Lydia rolls her eyes before pulling Y/N into a hug. "Happy Birthday and make sure to open my present first."

One by one Y/N goes around greeting everyone and thanking them for the party. She's not sure whose idea it was but she'll ask Derek after everyone leaves.

"Nice to see you two again. What has it been? A week?" Y/N teases, walking up to Steve and Bucky.

"A week too long," Bucky teases back, pulling her into a hug.

"And you leave in a week too," Steve says, pulling her out of Bucky's arms and into his own.

"Yes, well then we'll have to have another game night before we leave," She smiles up at him. After they got to know each other a bit while working on the house, she and Derek would invite Steve and Bucky over once a week for a game night. Sometimes they don't even play games, sometimes they'll just work on a puzzle and talk.

It's helped her a lot speaking to someone who has also had personal experience with Hydra. While she can't remember every single thing that happened to her there, she sometimes gets dreams—no, nightmares—that seem more like memories.

It's also helped her become a lot closer to them, as well as them becoming closer to Derek. She knows that they sometimes meet up with some of the other wolves to go for runs through the forest. They've even been to a few car shows with him.

"We're holding you to that," Bucky says.

"Well, Uncle Bucky, Uncle Steve, thank you for being here but I've got more people to go around and thank so I will talk with you some more later," Steve and Bucky's smiles get impossibly wider at her calling them her uncles. It's something that started two months ago and they get happier every time she says it.

Walking over to Scott and Liam, she pulls them both into a tight group hug, "Thank you both for being here. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."

"Not really," Liam groans, pushing Y/N away from him.

"Do you really think Stiles would let us not be here?" Scott asks, pulling away from Y/N.

"I feel so loved," Y/N pushes Scott in a teasing manner. "Now I'm going to talk to some more people and if I look over here that means I need you to rescue me."

She pats them both on the back before moving over to Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Sam.

"Happy birthday future falcon," Sam says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"Future falcon?"

"Yeah, we just need to get you a pair of wings and you can be just like your favorite uncle!"

"I don't think getting me a pair of wings will make me just like Bucky," Y/N teases, smirking at the look of shock on Sam's face.

"You take that back."

"I'm going to pretend that you just said my name instead," Bruce says.

"Even if you were her favorite uncle, why would she want to be like you when she could be like her favorite aunt?" Natasha smirks, pointing to herself.

"And you think that's you?" Wanda asks.

"Who else would it be?"

The smile on Y/N's face never leaves as she watches them bicker back and forth about who's her favorite aunt and uncle. Honestly, she doesn't have a favorite. She's definitely closer to some than others but she could never tell you who she'd consider her favorite.

Natasha has been teaching her some more hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun. She can't say that using a gun is her favorite thing to do—especially since she's been shot several times by them—but it's nice to know if she ever needs to use one as a last resort.

Wanda has been helping her learn how to control her powers—even though Wanda isn't in the most control either. She's also been working with Stiles to awaken the magic within him. He can't do a lot just yet but Wanda thinks he could be really powerful one day.

With Sam, he helped a lot with the renovations and he likes to bring Y/N lunch at work at least twice a week—he even brings Melissa lunch from time to time. He will bring her lunch and they'll talk about what's going on in their lives or get into heated debates about their favorite shows. They once spent her entire lunch arguing about who's the better Winchester brother.

Y/N's probably the least close to Bruce—he's actually closer to Lydia than her. The work that he does really fascinates Lydia and she ended up getting an internship with the Avengers to work with him. Y/N will sometimes tag along when they are working on things outside of things for the Avengers, like hospitals. She doesn't understand everything like they do but it's nice to at least spend time with them.

"Right Y/N?" Sam's voice pulls her out of her head.

"Um...right?" Y/N looks between them with a confused look on her face.

"Were you even listening?" Natasha asks.

"Um, what's that? I think someone's calling for me." Y/N turns around and quickly walks away from them before they can say anything.

"Y/N, will you tell Stiles that there is no such thing as mermaids?!" Y/N looks over to where Peter is calling for her. He's standing next to Stiles while Derek is sitting on a wooden table next to them with his feet propped up on a chair and an annoyed look on his face.

"Y/N, will you please tell Spideyboy here that mermaids exist?! If werewolves and aliens exist, then so do mermaids!" Stiles yells.

Y/N walks over to them and sits on the table next to Derek, "Why are we fighting about mermaids?"

"They started talking about vampires and somehow the conversation turned into this," Derek says.

"What do you think Derek? Mermaids, real or not?" Stiles asks, annoyed that Peter thinks he knows supernatural creatures better than him.

"Why don't you go to the ocean and find out?"

"Y/N?"

"I'd like to believe there are," Y/N says.

"Not you too," Peter groans.

"What? After watching H2O as a kid, my biggest dream was to become a mermaid. You're not a scary monster if you're a mermaid."

"Damn, now I feel bad for saying they don't exist."

"I don't think you're a scary monster," Derek nudges her with his shoulder.

"I don't think you're a scary monster either," Y/N smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Derek's lips while Stiles and Peter groan in disgust at their affection. "So, where's the other Peter?"

"He's at the garage. He should be closing up soon."

Y/N looks around at the other people in the yard and sighs, "Okay, I guess I should go say hello to the others but I'll be right back."

"I'll be here waiting," Derek smiles at her as she gets up and walks away.

After saying hello and thank you to Kira, Mason, Thor, Clint, and Loki, she walks over to Melissa and the sheriff, "Are you two having fun?"

"So much fun," Melissa says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"I'm surprised you were able to get the night off, Dad. I thought you had a big case you're working on?"

"I do, but it's your second birthday so I took the night off. They should be able to survive one night without me." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"I don't know. This is Beacon Hills so you never know." Y/N teases.

"Well, then let's hope they can at least last a few hours without me."

"Is Chris coming?" Y/N looks over at Melissa.

"He said he and Isaac were busy with something so they won't be making it," Melissa says.

"Good. We can finally get through one dinner without Scott and Isaac being completely oblivious to each other."

The sheriff snorts out a laugh at her comment, "Instead we just have to deal with you and Derek."

"You love Derek!" Y/N yells in defense.

"Yes, but I don't love watching him feel up my daughter."

Melissa looks at something past Y/N before looking back at her, "I think you have one more person you have yet to speak to."

Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Tony looking at her before quickly looking away when he notices her looking back at him.

"Go, we can talk more later," Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Okay," Y/N wraps her arms around the sheriff and hugs him tight, "I love you, Dad."

He hugs her back just as tight, "I love you too."

She unwraps her arms from around him and makes her way over to Tony who's sitting by himself at one of the tables, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Tony pulls out the seat next to him for her to sit in. "Are you having fun?"

"I get two birthdays, of course, I'm having fun!"

"Good, I'm glad you don't mind us doing this."

"You're also my family and you celebrate my birthday today so we will also celebrate today," Y/N says, not noticing that the smile on Tony's face gets bigger when she calls him family. "Have you spoken to Morgan recently?"

After a few deep conversations with Tony, Y/N convinced him to try to mend his relationship with Morgan. He wasn't a very present father to her since he resented Pepper getting pregnant after Y/N was 'taken.'" Morgan isn't his biggest fan and was very close to her mother until the truth about her came out. Tony was quite shocked when she reached out to him and said she wanted to get to know him more—Y/N thinks she feels responsible for something that is not her fault nor was it ever.

Morgan hasn't spoken to Y/N yet, but Y/N's grateful that she hasn't. While Pepper is the only person to blame in the situation, there are a few thoughts in the very back of her mind that make her resent Morgan just a little. Y/N hates that those thoughts are there but it's natural for her to have those after everything Hydra put her through. She tries to tell herself that without Hydra, she wouldn't be where she is today, but she thinks it's stupid that she had to go through something so traumatizing just to end up where she is. If Pepper didn't want her, she could have adopted her out to the Stilinskis with no trauma necessary.

"Not recently, but while you're on vacation, Peter and I are going to go to New York and spend some time with her," Tony replies.

"Thank you for giving us the vacation by the way."

"You say that as if you don't thank me every time you see me."

"That's because I'm really grateful for it." Y/N smiles back at him.

Tony rolls his eyes at her, "Just make sure when you come back I'm not a grandpa."

"Trust me, that is not going to happen," Y/N laughs a little at the thought.

"Good. I'm way too young for that."

"Aren't you lik–"

"I'm too young!" Tony cuts her off quickly.

"Got it," Y/N laughs lightly at his antics. "Thank you for the birthday party...dad."

Tony can feel tears well up in his eyes hearing her call him dad for the first time since they've reunited, "Anything for you." He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, "Happy birthday, Petal."

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

If you're requests are open can I request for Rip. Being where Kayce has a daughter and she has a secret relationship with Rip. So the pair have to tell Kayce that she is pregnant 😊

A/N: I made the reader about 22, meaning that Kayce had her when he was a teenager and thus he is about 38 in this and Rip is about 40.

Forgive Me Father: Rip Wheeler

You thought you were gonna faint seeing the two positive lines on the multiple pregnancy tests sitting on the counter there was no way this was happening. You sighed trying to regather your thoughts when a knock came on the bathroom door making you panic.

"You alright in there, darlin'?" Your boyfriend asked. 

You took a deep breath and opened the door deciding to face this head-on with him, and then based on what his reaction was to it, would determine your next steps. 

"Rip I need to tell you something." You said reaching for his hand as he walked into the bathroom with you. 

"I'm pregnant." You said showing him the multiple positive pregnancy tests that rested on the counter. 

You became more nervous the longer he stood there looking at them not saying a word and his emotionless face didn't help either. Finally, he turns towards you and wraps you in his arms with a huge smile. 

"I can't believe we are going to have a baby, darlin'. Sure we won't be able to keep this a secret anymore, but I'm so happy." He said looking at you with a huge smile.

"You mean that? Because I don't want you to feel like...." You started to say but he cut you off.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

The next few days were full of bliss for you guys, as you both went to verify the news of your pregnancy with your doctor before you told anyone. You were very much pregnant about six weeks and the doctor got you set up for all of your appointments and gave you some recommendations on what to do and not to do. 

"What do you mean you knew grandpa?" You asked your grandfather after you knew. 

"I know everything that goes on at this ranch. But I'm so happy to have another grandkid on the way, what did your father say about it?" He asked. 

"We haven't told him." You said quietly as Rip squeezed your hand.

Told me what?" Your dad asked walking into the room with Monica. 

Your father looked at your grandpa and then over to you and Rip who were holding hands and that's when the realization hit him. 

"How long?" He asked you two. 

"Almost a year." Rip said. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." He said looking at you two. 

"Wish we were." You said looking at him. 

"You took advantage of my daughter! I should've known that letting her work here would be a mistake. and how could you as her grandfather let this happen?" Your dad said angrily. 

"Dad he didn't take advantage of me! We didn't even pursue anything until this year! Now I love him and I'm gonna have his kid whether you like it or not." You said. 

"I'm gonna kill you." Your dad said to Rip. 

A fight broke out between the two of them as you watched in horror, you knew your dad would be mad but never did you think that it would be this bad. Eventually, Rip got off your dad off of him and walked over to where you were. 

"I'm disappointed in you, y/n." Your dad said before him and Monica left.

You were upset for the next few days, you really wondered if you were a disappointment to your friends and your wonderful boyfriend tried everything in his power to cheer you up but nothing was working, so he stepped out to go grab you guys dinner. 

Your dad on the other hand felt guilty about what had happened a few nights ago and after speaking with Monica, he decided to go make things right with you before he lost you forever. He pulled up to yours and Rip's place and knocked on the door where you answer it.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" You asked him shocked. 

"I was hoping we could talk things out and I could apologize for being a jackass the other night." He said as you nodded your head. 

"Baby I'm not disappointed with you, I was just in shock to hear that you and rip were expecting let alone dating, it was a lot, and apologize for my actions. If I am being honest, I'm glad you are with Rip because I know that he would protect you and my grandkid with his life. Do you think you can forgive me?" He asked you. 

"I can, thank you for saying that daddy." You said hugging him. 

Rip walked in with dinner and smiled when he saw you and your dad hugging meaning that you guys had finally made up. 

"Rip I know we don't have the best history and I'm sorry for the other night." Your dad said to him.

"It's alright, I would've done the same thing, would like to stay for dinner?" He asked your father who nodded his head. 

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Power

Pairing: Masema x reader (female)

Authors note: it is a very belated birthday present to @lady-targaryens-world Thank you so much for your request and I'm so sorry it took me so long to write it. I changed a bit the setting, but I still hope you will enjoy it. It appeared that writing Masema is not so easy for me, but I truly loved it. A big thank you to lovely @the-irish-girl for helping me with brainstorming, ideas and dialogues! It was so inspiring to work together with you! The idea of the other world and the stones is borrowed from the books.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), p in v sex

Word Count: 5,6 K

I have tagged people who enjoy my Sihtric fics - if you don't want to be tagged in Masema fics - please let me know

You shifted in your saddle trying to find a more comfortable position, but to no avail. Your whole body was aching and sore, your muscles feeling like they were filled with lead. The shadows were getting longer, as the sun slowly rolled behind the horizon. The evening was approaching and you longed for nothing more than to rest, to get off the horseback and curl under your blanket. With the last remnants of your strength you spurred your horse to a slight gallop, trying to align with Lord Ingtar, riding at the front of the group.  

“Aren’t we stopping for the night?” you tried to sound casual, not to betray your tiredness. 

"There, behind that hill, is a perfect spot for our camp,"  Lord Ingtar's response filled you with hope as he pointed towards the next hillock. Unconsciously, you sighed in relief. It wouldn't have surprised you if they intended to ride through the night; there was no sign of weariness on the stern faces of the Shienaran warriors following their leader. It seemed they could maintain this relentless pursuit indefinitely. 

With a knowing smirk, he added, "The horses need a rest."

Yeah, horses, you nodded inwardly and allowed your own steed to gradually slow down again.

You had to pick the lesser of two evils, as the need to escape the city had grown urgent. Fal Moran was no longer a safe haven for you, not since it had become overrun with Aes Sedai. It was only a matter of time before they discovered your well-kept secret, and you would be forced to follow them to the White Tower. You were not like them and you didn't want to be anything like them. Arrogant, cold-blooded, and heartless, they were driven by their might and a belief in their own omniscience. These cruel beings wielded too much power for their own good.

You had made up your mind to join the first party leaving the city, even if it meant travelling across the country in pursuit of the Horn of Valere. You were aware that they wouldn't readily accept you as a companion if you simply asked, but the Shienarans were known for their unwavering commitment to helping and protecting those in need. That was their way. Thus, you departed ahead of the group and waited along the road—an abandoned high-born lady, seeking assistance. A damsel in distress, to put it plainly.

Once again, you felt the unsettling sensation of someone's eyes fixated on you. Slowly and discreetly, you turned your head to meet his gaze. His stern eyes bore into you with mistrust and suspicion, tinged with a hint of resentment for reasons unknown to you.

"Have I done something wrong?" you asked, turning to face Lord Ingtar as you settled beside him near the fire.

"What do you mean, lady?" The surprise in his voice was evident.

"I have a feeling I may have upset or offended the young warrior with those peculiar mismatched eyes. I believe his name is Masema," you continued hesitantly. "I just wanted to know if I may have overstepped or said something unacceptable. I'm not accustomed to your ways, and I want to offer my apologies if..."

"Lady, you need not worry," Lord Ingtar interrupted gently. "I'm sorry to say this, but there's probably nothing you can do about it. You... I'm not quite sure how to explain it... you bear a striking resemblance to an Aiel to us. Not all of us have fought against them, but Masema has."

The awkwardness of the conversation and the embarrassment in Lord Ingtar’s voice were impossible to ignore. "Lady, you are not to blame for your appearance. Please, tell me if Masema has been rude to you or insulted you in any way. Trust me, I'll ensure a proper punishment is meted out."

"Oh, not that. He's simply avoiding me completely, and he refuses to speak to me even when I address him. Please, don't say anything to him. You've been so kind to pick me up on the road and offer your protection after my bodyguard abandoned me unfairly. I don't want to cause any inconvenience," you said, trying to mask your relief with gratitude. You were thankful that your initial fear, the creeping worry that Masema might have somehow discovered your deeply buried secret, was unfounded.

Unable to resist, you stole a furtive glance at Masema. He'd set up his blanket near one of the towering stones encircling the camp. It was an eerie sight; the magnificent stones, arranged as if by a giant hand, stood in a perfect circle. You had never seen anything like it before. Was it some kind of sacred place? Perhaps remnants of a forgotten temple? The strange ornaments engraved in the middle, just within reach, sparked a sense of familiarity you couldn't grasp. The whole setting gave you a weird feeling you couldn't quite place.

The warmth of the hot brew shared around the fireplace enveloped you, soothing your aching joints and beckoning for rest. You spread your blanket on the opposite side of the camp, as far as possible from the grim warrior that apparently hated you for just being you.

It wasn't surprising; you were accustomed to it. People had feared and hated you for as long as you could remember. You recalled being just a small girl when it first happened, playing with the other kids of the village at the foot of the nearby hill.

It was the noise that first caught your attention—a scratchy, unpleasant sound of something rubbing against itself. Then, you saw it—a large stone slowly starting to shake and then loosening from its perch at the top. You remember screaming, shouting for everyone to run, but one of the boys stumbled and fell. Time seemed to stand still for a moment; you acted on instinct, reaching out with your hand in a stupid and desperate wish to stop the stone from crashing onto your friend. And miraculously, it stopped. It remained suspended in mid-air, just above the fallen boy, as if held by a magic hand.

He scrambled to his feet and ran, and they all followed suit, casting fearful glances back at you as you lowered your hand and the stone crashed to the ground with a deafening thud. Even now, when recalling that day, you could still feel the absolute terror in their eyes. Not because they had just escaped death, no, they were terrified of you. 

That night, the elders of the village came to your parents, and by the same nightfall, they hurriedly packed all their belongings, and you left. You left your home, your village, your friends—everything. And ever since then, you've been running. There was something within you, a power you didn’t understand and never wanted to possess. It was only much later, as you became a grown woman, that you found out there were others like you - the Aes Sedai. But the way people spoke about them, the tales they told, and the fear they instilled just reinforced your conviction that your power had to remain secret, hidden until you took it with you to the grave.

You sank down onto your blanket, wrapping another around you, leaning your back against the stone behind you. Your eyes unconsciously wandered again to the stern warrior on the other side of the camp.

Why? By the light, why me? were your last conscious thoughts before sleep took over.

You were in that sweet spot between asleep and awake, still wrapped in the cosy embrace of dreams when the sounds of the outside world started creeping in, signalling the start of a new day. You kept your eyes shut, not quite ready to let go of that blissful moment just yet.

“Where are we?” came a voice, dripping with anger. It sounded oddly familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

Masema. The name jolted through your mind, instantly dispelling the dreamy fog. You snapped awake, finding Masema towering over you. You scrambled to a sitting position, taking in your surroundings with a mix of awe and confusion.

“I-I don't know,” you stammered, just as confused as he was, if not more so.

Moments ago, you had been lying on the ground with all your companions, and now you were... wherever this place was. It was unlike anything you had ever seen before.

You were still seated among the magnificent stones, where the camp had been, but that was where the similarities ended. The place bore no resemblance to where you had fallen asleep. You vividly recalled the stones positioned in a clearing near the woods, surrounded by untouched, lush grass and the scent of nameless wildflowers lingering in the air. Now, as far as your eyes could see, there was nothing but barren, cracked soil, with withered trees sporadically dotting the landscape. The hot air and dust burned your lungs as you struggled to take a deep breath.

“This is all your fault!” Masema's words snapped you back to reality, his eyes dark with anger. “You brought us here, now bring us back!” he demanded.

“And, why would it be my fault? You’re here, too! You might be the one responsible for this, you know?” you spat at him, your words filled with venom to match his.

It was only then that the absurdity of the situation began to sink in, and panic slowly crept over you. What had happened? Where were you? And of all the people you could have ended up with, why did it have to be Masema, the Shienaran warrior who clearly despised you, stranded with you in this desolate wasteland?

"I knew from the very first sight of you that you couldn't be trusted," Masema's voice, cold and calm, sent shivers down your spine, more chilling than any insult he could hurl in anger.

“What did I do, for you to hate me so much?” you knew it was not the right time nor place for this question, there were much more pressing issues to be cleared, but you couldn’t just leave it. 

“You look just like them! You speak like them! You walk like them! Everything you do makes you look a little more like them! And sooner or later you’ll show who you really are, you cannot fool me,” he snorted.

"Like who? The Aiel? You flatter me. I would give much to be like them, to possess their strength, their ability to defend themselves against prejudice-driven fools who judge solely based on appearance," anger simmered within you.

“You don’t know me!” you finally shouted. “You did not even give me a chance to prove my worth, you just judge me straight away because you think you are better than anyone else, you think you know better than anyone else. But you know nothing about me.” The last words were punctuated by a pointed index finger jabbing into his chest, your eyebrows furrowed with anger.

Finally, you took one more step forward until you were face to face, sharing the same air. You stared him straight in the eyes, letting him see the pain his words inflicted.

“I don't deserve your hatred! You don’t know me, so stop pretending like you do!”

Without waiting for a response, you swiftly began to pack your blankets into your saddlebag.

"You know what? I'm done with all of this! We're parting ways! You go one direction, and I'll go the other! Good luck!" you hissed in frustration. The overwhelming need to escape from this place, to evade the stern, judgmental gaze of those peculiar eyes, left no room for any other thought. You didn’t give him a chance to reply; you didn’t even want one. With that, you turned your back on him, slung your saddlebag over your shoulder, and strode away, devoid of any plan or destination.

You had no idea how long you had aimlessly wandered before spotting a small stream, a mirage of life amidst the ash-grey desolation. Hastily, you uncapped your leather flask, filling it with the precious, life-giving water.

Leaving Masema behind had undoubtedly been a mistake, but there was no turning back now. You couldn't simply reappear before him and offer apologies. You couldn’t admit he was actually right.

It must have been you. There was no other explanation, no other possibility. Even though you had no inkling of what triggered this or how you managed it. Lost in your thoughts, you watched the stream bubble, abruptly pulled from your reverie by an angry roar nearby.

Your head snapped up, pupils dilating in terror at the sight of the creature looming closer. Not even your worst nightmares could conjure something like this. Towering on massive, muscular hind legs, its leonine body was covered in mottled, algae-green scales, with a broad, frog-like head boasting bulging, lidless eyes gleaming with eerie intelligence and a ring of sharp, serrated teeth.

Your hand instinctively sought the small knife hidden in your clothes, fingers clenching around its shaft until your knuckles whitened. Being intended as this creature's next meal wasn't the destiny you envisioned, but you were resolved to make your life as costly as possible.

In a heartbeat, a strong arm gripped yours, yanking you aside with incredible force as the creature lunged. Your bewildered gaze fell on Masema, wielding his sword with determined precision. It was an uneven fight, the creature dwarfing the agile warrior and its scales seemingly impenetrable to his blade.

"The eyes, they're unprotected! Aim for its eyes!" you shouted and the beast's attention momentarily  turned towards you. In that very same moment Masema seized the chance, leaping and aiming for the creature's head. The blade sliced through its left eye, eliciting a deafening howl that pierced the air.

Your chest heaved with horror as you witnessed the creature falter, collapsing onto its front paws before slumping to the ground. Unstoppable sobs wracked your body as you sank to your knees, horror consuming you, and strong arms encircled your shoulders, preventing you from collapsing to the ground.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, arms wrapped around your legs as you sat on your blanket spread by the fire Masema had made in the middle of the stone circle. "You're probably right. It's my fault we're stuck here, don't know where."

A furrowed eyebrow was the only indication that Masema was paying attention, engrossed in sharpening his sword, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

"It's not the first time strange things have happened to me," you continued, feeling like there was nothing left to lose. You knew he hated you—could he hate you even more? Did it even matter? The landscape stretched before you, empty and dusty. Having the glorious choice between death from hunger or the claws of that creature—definitely not the last of its kind—you preferred the more swift one, or better yet, the quick, soothing death by Masema’s sword seemed actually the most appealing choice. 

"There's something inside me, and it frightens me," you confessed. "It's like I have access to a pool of unlimited power, but every time I try to grasp it, it slips away. And then, sometimes, when I least expect it, I can feel it in my fingertips. It's so tangible, I could almost touch it."

"What kind of strange things?" Masema inquired nonchalantly, as if asking about your breakfast.

"I've made rocks freeze in the air, ignited things, moved objects without touching them," you said, trying to keep your voice casual, but unable to hide the tremor of anxiety. You had never spoken to anyone about it, and now you were revealing your deepest secret to someone who was almost an enemy. Yes, he had saved your life, but it hadn't seemed to change his attitude toward you.

"I never wanted it, never asked for it! It's a curse," you admitted, resting your head on your knees. Your body shivered, not from the cold, but from the anger and despair boiling within you. "And now I've cursed you too."

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Masema approaching until his hand landed on your shoulder, startling you as he sat down beside you.

"I knew you were trouble from the first moment I saw you," there was a new, unexpected tone in his voice that made you raise your head. Something in Masema's eyes caused a chill to run down your back and the flickering red light from the fire only intensified the hypnotic effect of his stern gaze.

"I didn’t mean any harm to anybody. I’m so sorry. You have every right to hate me," tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hush," Masema's rough fingers gently cupped your chin, his thumb brushing away the tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. "There is such a fire within you. I can feel it. I could see it in your eyes as you faced that creature. A spirit so daring, so brave, captured in such a small and fragile frame."

A soft gasp of surprise escaped your chest as Masema's lips pressed against yours, his palms cradling your face and drawing you close. Your mind raced, torn between eagerness and bewilderment. You placed your palm on his chest, as if to push him away, but instead, your fingers hooked into Masema's leather armour, pulling him closer.

Wasn’t this what you had yearned for all this time, tormented by his inexplicable rejection? Hadn't you dreamed of feeling these strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close? Or was it the desperation of this hopeless situation that made you cling to his broad chest, seeking the warmth of his body as confirmation that you were still alive? You didn’t care. Thrill and arousal running through your veins, you could only moan against his lips, slowly parting yours to welcome him into your mouth.

"I've been craving this since the moment I laid eyes on you. Whatever power brought us here, away from everybody, I'm grateful for it," Masema's husky voice enveloped you, sending shivers down your spine. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his mouth trailed down to your neck, leaving hot, stinging marks on your sensitive skin.

You whimpered at the stirring sensation, your longing for his touch growing into a burning need, overpowering all your other senses. In the next moment, you found yourself pressed onto your back, the thick, soft blanket barely enough to shield you from the hard ground, Masema looming over you.

"You resemble the fiercest enemy I've ever faced, yet you make my blood boil with desire," your breath caught in your throat as Masema's rough fingers wrapped around your wrists, pinning your hands above your head. There was something threatening, something inexplicably alluring in the sinister darkness of his lust-drunk eyes as they locked with yours. You met his gaze head-on, your eyes wide open, chest heaving, and teeth grazing along your lower lip in anticipation of his next move.

Masema leaned in, his lips hovering over yours, “Say it, say that you want me,” his eyes scanned you intently. 

“By the light, I want you,” you breathed, rolling your hips against him like a slut and the throaty groan that left his lips upon your words, made you shiver. His mouth found yours and your breath was swept away from the sheer fury of his kiss while his hands let go of your wrists and began to work on your clothes, freeing your breasts from the confines of your corset, squeezing and kneading them, his rough fingers digging deep into your flesh. 

Your eyes were rolling back into your head from his heated touch and you arched your back against the unforgiving hard ground as Masema’s lips closed around your hardened nipples.  The small rocks beneath the blanket were digging into your shoulders and hips, but you didn’t even feel the sting, everything around you slowly fading until there was nothing apart from deep hunger for more, burning you from within.

“You think you have power? You are under my power, sweet little thing, you could be the Dragon himself, but you could do nothing against my power and I will use it to make you forget everything as you scream my name in pleasure,” the raw force, permeating Masema’s words, although whispered in hushed tones, made all the tiny hair on your skin stand on end. His hands were on your hips, pushing up your dress and pulling down your undergarments with hasty, rough movements. You drew a sharp breath, feeling the cool air on your bare dripping cunt just before Masemas hot tongue dived in between your folds, his lips closing around your pulsing clit, hands pinning your hips to the ground. 

“Light help me,” you wined, burying your fingers into the soft and plush fabric beneath you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, but to no avail as Masema’s lips and tongue kept driving you closer to madness, lewd moans rolling over your lips.

“It can’t help you. Nothing can help you now, you’re mine and only mine,” Masema grinned against your centre, voice husky and deep, dripping with dark possessiveness that only added to the sinful sensation pulsing through your veins and bringing you closer to the edge, and you gasped loudly as he forced two fingers into you. You felt as if you were flying or maybe falling, you couldn’t tell, too lost in the feeling of your climax approaching, each lap of his tongue, each movement of his fingers amplifying the pleasure and pushing you further into oblivion.

“Say it, to whom do you belong?” Masema groaned, speeding up his movements. 

Was this what had attracted you to the stern and silent warrior from the very first day? His whole presence spoke of strength and assertiveness, of power and ownership, of being someone to take what’s his and never letting go of it, defending it with his life if needed. Tired of loneliness you craved for the soothing feeling of belonging to someone. It was intoxicating, almost addicting – that feeling of having found someone ready to claim you, to possess you, to protect you. You wanted to be his, you were his. 

“Yours, Masema, I’m yours. By the light I’m yours,” you moaned, and Masema’s satisfied growl vibrated against your centre, adding the last touch that brought you over the edge. You came on his fingers, whimpering his name, forgetting where you were or who you were as your body convulsed under the waves of pure bliss running through your veins. 

“Such a good girl, my powerful, secret Aes Sedai, my dragon,” Masema grinned, observing you carefully, as he kept fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, “so beautiful, so tight around my fingers. I can already imagine how good you will feel around my cock.” 

Head spinning from the intensity of your orgasm, you breathed heavily, chest rising high with each inhale.  Eyes half lid you watched Masema pulling off his leathers and undoing his breeches. You had always noted Masema's well-built physique, his muscular arms hinted at beneath his armour. However, the sight of his perfectly sculpted upper body, revealed before your eyes, made you swallow hard. Even more so as your eyes landed on his thick, fully hard cock ready to claim you. You yelped as Masema grabbed you by your hips and flipped over on your stomach in one quick motion.

“I’m not done with you yet, my sweet little dragon,” he whispered into your ear, pushing your dress up your ass and pulling you to your knees. You whimpered as his large, rough palms landed on your buttock, spreading your cheeks.

“Perfect, so perfect,” Masema grunted, teasing your entrance with his finger. You moaned and pushed back into his touch. “Patience, beautiful,” he chuckled, “trust me, I know exactly what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” 

A muffled cry escaped your lips as Masema’s hand reached out, grabbing your hair, and pulled you up back flush against his chest. His left hand fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing it slightly, just enough to pull a soft whine from you.

“I’ll give it to you, if you’ll ask me nicely,” Masema’s breath hot against your neck made shivers go down your spine or were it his words and hoarse, lust drunken voice? You couldn’t tell, you didn’t care, you were unable to think straight your mind swept clear from any other thought apart from the need to have him finally inside you, to feel him use you, to fuck you into madness.

“Please,” you gasped, your breath getting more ragged with each passing moment.

“Please, what?” Masema whispered, his left hand still around your throat, the other squeezing your breast, fingers rubbing your hardened nipple.

“Please, fuck me. Take me,” a deep moan rolled over your lips as Masema pressed you down and pushed his hard length into your tightness with a loud groan. He paused for a moment, savouring the feeling of your walls squeezing around him and taking him in.

“So sweet, so bold and dearing and yet so obedient, and so fucking tight, you are a gift of the Creator himself,” Masema hummed, as he pulled out and slammed back into you, making you moan and gasp as his pace was picking up. He was not gentle, not in the way his fingers dug into your flesh, to keep you in place, not in the way his hips snapped against you, as he forced himself deeper and deeper into you with each thrust, not in the way his hand found its way to you hair again, jerking you up against his chest, making you cry out both in pain and pleasure simultaneously. 

Your eyes were rolling back into your head, breath catching in your chest, as Masema fucked you relentlessly, mercilessly, his groans filling your ears, and your body responded to his every touch, every rough thrust. Nobody had ever desired you so carnally, so intensively, his hold on you so primal and possessive, determined to bring you to the highs of pleasure you had never experienced before, driving you mad and pushing you higher and higher.

“More, by the light, Masema, I need more,” you mewled and the wild growl that ripped through Masema left you grinning as he pushed you back down to the blanket, seized your hips in an iron grip, you were sure to leave bruises and marks in your soft flesh, and fastened his pace.

You tried to muffle your moans with your hand, but Masema was quick to grab it and pull your arm behind your back.

“Don’t be shy, my sweet dragon, there is nobody who could hear you in this cursed world you’ve brought us to,” he chuckled, “I want to hear you, I want to hear how much you enjoy my cock.”

You didn’t answer, unable to make any coherent word, your voice trapped in the depths of your throat, but the wanton sounds rolling over your lips were the only response he needed as he kept pounding into you, fucking you breathless. 

You could feel Masema’s movements getting sloppier, his heavy breathing turning into hoarse, rugged panting, and you clawed your fingernails forcefully in the blanket, closing your eyes as Masema let go of your arm and reached between your thighs, his fingers rubbing your pulsing clit, giving you the last push you needed to fall again into oblivion. The climax shot through your body with the force of a lightning, your limbs trembling as you screamed Masemas name into the black void around you. You would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm washing over you, if not for Masema’s hands holding your hips tightly as he kept fucking you through your peak, loud groans leaving his lips as he came just moments later, his cock twitching inside you and filling you with his warm seed. 

You slumped down onto the blanket the moment Masema’s hands let go of you and he followed you crushing down beside you, both panting hard. You didn’t expect that, but Masema’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush to his chest as his lips planted tender kisses on the top of your head.

"You didn't believe me," you whispered between panting breaths. 

"Oh, I believe you. More importantly, I believe in you. You brought us here, and you'll bring us back. I have no doubts about it, my little dragon," he whispered, nuzzling against your hair.

“Wake up,” Masema rattled your shoulder, tearing you away from the sweet world of dreams.

“Just one last moment,” you muttered without opening your eyes, your arms reaching out, seeking the warmth of his body.

“There's no time. Wake up! They're approaching,” the urgency in Masema's voice jolted you from your slumber.

“Who's approaching?” you asked, your eyes fluttering wide open.

“I would rather ask what is approaching,” Masema chuckled. “Can't you hear it?”

The wild roar that tore through the air made you jump to your feet.

“What was that?” you asked, fear etched on your face.

“I think it might be some friends of our yesterday's acquaintance,” Masema chuckled, “And they are coming in company. Sweetie, it's time to go home,” his gaze slid expectantly over you.

“What? But I can’t. Masema, I have no idea how,” you sobbed.

“Listen to me. I've been thinking about what you told me. Do you know what the locals call these stones?”

“No,” you shivered, listening to the sounds of wild roars and feeling the earth trembling beneath your feet.

“Obanda stones. Obanda means 'door' in the old tongue. This must be how you got us here—through the stones. And this is how you can bring us back.”

“Masema, it's insane. I have no idea how to do that,” desperation laced your voice.

Masema's fingers brushed against your cheeks, and he cupped your chin to raise your head.

“I'm here to protect you. Whatever comes. I don't care who you are. I don't care what power you wield. I will protect you, always,” the certainty in his voice, devoid of doubt or hesitation,  sent a shiver down your spine.

"Look at me," he commanded, and as if drawn by an irresistible force, you raised your gaze to meet his eyes.

"Give me your hand," he continued, and you complied, raising your arm. You flinched as Masema's large, rough palm wrapped around your fingers, squeezing them painfully. "I'm here with you. Hold on to me. I believe in you. You brought us here, you’ll bring us back. You can do it," he reassured, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you tightly against his muscular body.

"Now, I want you to put your hand on the stone," he breathed against your ear. The calmness and certainty in his voice were hypnotising, leaving no room for doubt. The howling and growling around you grew closer as the beasts encircled you. Your heart raced in your chest, as panic and fear enveloped you. 

"I can’t do it! Masema, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I never learned to use it properly. I don’t know how to do it," words tumbled from your lips in an unstoppable rush, your body shaking uncontrollably. You had brought this doom upon both of you. Your ignorance, your unwillingness to embrace the power bestowed upon you had led you here, and it would be the death of you both. "I can’t do it. I’m so sorry, Masema," tears rolled down your cheeks.

There was no point in trying, all you wanted was to turn around, to gaze into his mismatched eyes, to melt into his embrace, bury your nose into his chest, and breathe in his scent for the one last time. But Masema’s firm grip on your waist prevented you from doing so.

“I can’t,” you sobbed, leaning heavily against him as your knees grew weak and wobbly, “I just can’t do it.”

“Raise your hand,” Masema ordered, squeezing your fingers again. The pain jolted through your body, sharpening your hazy mind. There was something in his voice that brooked no disobedience. Despite your reluctance, despite having already given up and resigned yourself to the approaching death, you obeyed. You raised your quivering hand, reaching out almost to touch the cold surface. A piercing howl echoed just behind you, and you froze, your palm mere millimetres from the stone.

"Don’t look back. Close your eyes and listen to me," Masema's voice remained steady, unwavering. It washed over your senses like a waterfall—soft, low, and slightly husky, yet remarkably calm and soothing. Even his breath maintained a steady rhythm, as if he were engaged in a casual conversation over breakfast rather than standing with you in the midst of nowhere, surrounded by hungry, bloodthirsty creatures, his only hope of escape hanging by the fragile thread of a scared girl, unsure of how to wield the power she possessed.

Masema's presence enveloped you like a soft cloud, calming the tempest of your swirling thoughts. His steady heartbeat seemed to set a new, measured rhythm for your own racing heart. The world around you faded away, leaving only his firm, commanding yet gentle voice echoing in your mind.

"Touch the stone," Masema whispered into your ear, pressing you tightly against his chest. "Don’t think. Feel. I trust you."

You couldn’t recall giving your hand the command to move forward, but it did so the very moment Masema’s words left his lips. The stone felt unforgivingly cold, its polished surface so smooth that you could feel each and every cut and line of the ancient runes engraved in it. Closing your eyes, you pressed your palm more firmly against it, with Masema’s hot breath on your neck serving as the only reminder of the world around you, the sole connection grounding you as you reached out for the source of light within you and it answered your call, pulsing and growing within you.

You trembled, the power scorching through you, burning from within, seeping into every cell of your body, every corner of your mind, its radiance swallowing you. So many times had you tried to reach for that power, you knew dwelling inside you. You could sense it, an unending pool of light and warmth, retreating each time you consciously called upon it. And now it was suddenly there, flickering around your fingertips, permeating in your breath, wafting around you with the strength of a tempest, flowing in a ceaseless current, begging to be tamed and channelled. 

Now it was you, squeezing Masemas hand with all the strength you had, seeking refuge in his unwavering confidence, in his steady breath on your neck, in his rhythmic heartbeat, as with a loud cry you channelled your power into the stone.

Suddenly, it was quiet around you. No howling, no growls, no sounds of approaching paws causing the earth to tremble beneath your feet. Slowly, you opened your eyes. You were still standing in the same place, your palm pressed against the stone, Masema’s muscular arm around your waist, his other hand squeezing your left hand. You breathed in the fresh air, smelling of grass and rain. Rain! The realisation hit you like lightning.

“I did it!” a cry of triumph vibrated through your body. “Masema, I did it! We're back.”

In the next moment, you were turned around as light as a feather and pressed against the stone, with Masema towering over you.

“My little dragon, my powerful girl,” was all he said as his lips crushed against yours.

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I've recently been cooking up a Rowan, Scion of War deck and one of the things that struck me while I was thinking about the way I wanted to win with the deck is how perfect Crackle with Power is as a wincon for her and the way that perfectly integrates her function in gameplay with her character and motivation in the Wilds of Eldraine story.

For a primer, here are the cards that I'm talking about:

Rowan, Scion of War taps to reduce the cost of all red or black spells you cast by X, where X is the amount of life you've lost this turn.

Crackle with Power is an X spell that deals five times X damage to each of up to X targets.

The synergy is obvious. Most of the time, a Crackle with Power that is sufficiently charged can instantly win you the game, and, provided you lose enough life to make it worth your while, Rowan can give the spell the power it needs.

Will and Rowan's conflict in Wilds of Eldraine come down to their views on power: both its meaning and the justification of its use. Will's power, at least in Rowan's perspective, is almost entirely ephemeral. He holds the crown — the position of High King — but to Rowan, this power isn't anything real. He hopes to be the figurehead: a king in name who brings together the divided world in a time of strife.

(Quotes below from Wilds of Eldraine Chapter 1 by K. Arsenault Rivera)

"The Realm needs a High King; I did what I had to do... We have to be careful about the impression we're making. People want to be united, and I want to unite them."

Rowan doesn't think he can do it. Rowan believes that the only form of power that people will respect is action; she sees Will's focus on unity as inaction.

"Let them be afraid. I doubt any of them will be raiding the countryside any time soon with the beating we gave them. I'd rather have a thousand brigands living in fear of me than a dozen farmers living in fear of brigands... "Our parents wouldn't ignore a curse that's spreading through the kingdom. Or is 'unity' going to solve the Wicked Slumber, too? And before you forget, our parents earned their titles. You just decided to call yourself High King because you thought it suited you."

She knows she has power — real power — and is frustrated that Will won't let her use it to address the problems at hand.

Rowan's intentions are good — or at least they adhere to a morality. She wants to prevent people, especially Will, from suffering, wants to end the Wicked Slumber, wants Eldraine to be at peace, but doesn't think that any of this can happen if she is unable to utilize her full power. She feels the incessant need to take action, to demonstrate power, to invoke fear and hurt to attain the good that she seeks.

Crackle with Power demonstrates the pinnacle of this philosophy in Rowan's experience. It represents an action she took on impulse, pushing herself through fear and pain, yet still fueled by her own righteousness.

(Quotes below from Strixhaven Chapter 5 by Adana Washington)

Rowan felt a cold anger rising from somewhere inside her—rage, overwhelming the fear and the pain. She couldn't win, but she could hurt the one who did this... The Snarl hung in the air, still brilliant, even in crimson. Still rippling with power. Rowan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached out.

And when she reached into The Snarl, took its power with the goal of bringing punishment upon those that would cause her and her brother harm, it was incredible.

She felt the power rushing through her, power like she had never dreamed. It felt, in that moment, that she could do anything; mountains would crumble before her, cities burn, oceans boil. She hardly noticed as her feet left the ground, wind swirling as if the air itself feared her. And it should, thought Rowan. Everything should.

This moment may not be the beginning of this pattern of thought for Rowan but it is a very pronounced one. She seized power when it was available, and took action when it was most needed, and the result was that she got exactly what she wanted. It's no wonder that after that she would hope to do it again.

And so Rowan leaves Will behind to go on her own journey: an angry, impulsive journey that sees her tempted to become the thing she swore she would destroy, only for the hope that she could once again use her power. For the greater good. At any cos.

Crackle with Power sees Rowan acting impulsively, with cruelty, with anger, to do something that she feels is right. In its mechanics, Rowan, Scion of War sees this moment and says "this is what I need to do, and I will pay anything to make sure I can do it."

[little-diable]

Teach Me How to Pray - Priest!Jasper Hale (smut)

Sundays are for priest fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader starts working for young, handsome priest Hale, a relationship that soon begins to turn into something rather sinful

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), sex in a church, heavy degrading, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.4k words)

The sound of her shoes meeting the cold ground echoed through the church, eyes set on the colourful windows. It was late in the morning, the church was empty, no living soul could be found, exactly what (y/n) had been hoping for. She hadn’t visited the church in months, perhaps even years, not daring to set foot into the blessed home she had no ties to, and yet it was her desperation that forced her to enter this very day.

It had been weeks since (y/n) had lost her job, struggling to find a new place to work for, at least till the day she had run into priest Hale, the young man all women of Forks seemed to fawn over. Within minutes he had offered her the currently empty position of his assistant, needing somebody to take over the bureaucratic aspects, helping him prepare his services, a perfect job for (y/n).

“Hello? Priest Hale?” Her voice echoed through the church, waiting for his reply,  wondering where he was hiding. It took the man a good minute to appear, dressed in his black suit, white collar tightly wrapped around his throat, adding a few inches to his height. His golden eyes met hers from afar, and with a smirk tugging on his lips he greeted her, pulling the wide eyed woman in for a loving hug.

“(Y/n), it’s good to see you. Come, we’ve got lots to do today.” With his hand placed on her lower back, the priest guided her through the church, down a hallway to his office. Her heart was racing in her chest, pumping red blood reminding one of the drops that had poured from Jesus' hands as he had been nailed against the cross, sacrificed for those that believed in the words he had spoken. 

“Do you want something to drink before we start?” She could only murmur a soft “Water, please”, unable to speak up. Her thoughts kept circling around the priest, a man so handsome she couldn’t help but wonder if somebody was waiting for him at home, a man with an aura so dark she couldn’t help but shudder whenever he was near. Sinful thoughts kept pushing her further into her obsession, a trap she couldn’t escape from, bound to the man that held too much power over her and her body. “I’m very happy you’re willing to help me out, it’s highly appreciated, darlin’.” 

With trembling hands she took the glass of water from his outstretched hand, shooting him a quick smile before she took a sip. The priest started talking about their tasks, trying to give her the in-depth look she’d need to grasp the details, and yet (y/n) barely paid any attention to his words. Something about him kept pulling her in, mind painting a vivid picture of (y/n) kneeling in front of him, eyes staring up at him with wide eyes, lips parted for him and his cock. 

“Here, please do me the favour and look through this list of prayers, highlight the ones you find the most fitting for the service tonight.” The priest watched her reach for the list, sitting down in the empty chair he had been pointing towards. Heat flushed through her, feeling his eyes on her body, taking in every part of the skin she exposed to his wandering eyes. (Y/n) had a hard time concentrating, rereading the prayers over and over again, unsure which ones to pick. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve prayed, hasn’t it?” Priest Hale was sitting in his office chair, leaned back with his arms crossed in front of his chest. A cross was dangling from his neck, perfectly pressed against the fabric of his black shirt, momentarily drawing her gaze from his features. A nod was shot his way, trying to defend herself, and yet (y/n) didn’t get far, interrupted by his laugh. “That’s alright, I mean I’ve never seen you visit the church once, I knew what we’d be getting into here. But I can always teach you how to pray, if that’s what you want.” 

… 

“The wine?” Priest Hale watched (y/n) with golden eyes, she was reaching out the things he was asking for, helping the man prepare for his upcoming service. It had been days since her first day at the church, by now the two had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. Even though the priest gave (y/n) more room to breathe, putting his trust in the woman, she felt as if the calling of her heart had only gotten louder, begging the man to do something about the tension between them.

“Here, anything else?” Their hands met, cold hands pressed against hers as if two oceans were meeting, clashing together with the clouds above guiding them, needing to pick up on the water that would help flowers to grow. For a few seconds they were surrounded by silence, a silence interrupted by the gasp rolling off (y/n)’s tongue, not expecting the man to take her hand, pulling her closer. Her heart was racing, breath hitched in her chest, unable to keep on breathing.

“Will you join us today, darlin’?” For the past days (y/n) had left the church before the service could start, very well aware of the way she kept staring at him at any given chance, not wanting to make a fool out of herself. She swallowed, trying to find the right words, and yet she could only shake her head. “C’mon, it’ll be alright, it’d be nice to have you around for a bit longer, don’t like seeing you run from me as soon as five pm comes around.”

His chuckles had an addicting effect on (y/n), forcing a laugh out of her. She had her gaze averted, not daring to look into his eyes, not trusting herself with him staring this close. His hand moved from her waist to her chin, gently tilting her head up, eyes wandering over her features, sparing more attention to her lips. A small “Okay” left her, eyes finding his to watch a smile widen on his pale lips, letting go of her with a satisfied hum. 

It felt like she could finally breathe again, forced to hold her breath around the man before she’d give into the sinful calling, searching his lips with hers. (Y/n) chased the distance between them the second the priest turned from her, walking down the hallway to open the heavy doors, welcoming those in that were already waiting for him. 

(Y/n) decided to stick to the back, one with the darkness lingering in this very part of the church, allowing her thoughts to run wild, once again forcing (y/n) to press her thighs together, trying to distract herself from the arousal thumping through her veins, needing to feel the priest pressed against her frame. Fuck, the mere thought of feeling his lips pressed against hers, wandering down to her aching heat, left (y/n) panting. She couldn’t concentrate on him nor on his words, not even picking up on the last prayer he spoke, ending the service with a proud smile tugging on his lips. 

It took the man a few minutes to find her, sitting down next to (y/n) on the church bench with a sigh leaving him, “So, how was I?” 

“Good, I think?” Both laughed in unison, momentarily clinging to the silence that wrapped itself around them, lulling them into a false sense of security. “Teach me how to do it, I think I should know at least something about praying.”

The priest studied her for a moment before he rose from the bench, hand stretched out for (y/n) to take. He guided her back up towards the altar, coming to a halt in front of it, “Kneel.” 

It was a simple command, a command her mind couldn’t help but interpret the wrong way, pushing a clashing wave of excitement through her. Priest Hale towered over (y/n) as she sunk down on the step leading up to the altar, eyes staring up at him. He didn’t speak up, at least not for a few moments, gaze not daring to waver, eyes connected to hers, “I don’t think I can teach you how to pray, the darkness has infested your mind. I see the way you look at me, it’s a dangerous game you can’t win, darlin’. You may have succeeded with pulling me into your trap, but the darkness within me is richer than yours will ever be.” 

“What does that mean?” Her whispers left the man chuckling, shaking his head as if he was making fun of her, calling her stupid for asking the wrong questions. 

“It means that tonight I will be one guiding your darkness, and you will follow the calling.” Arousal dripped from her tightness, soaking through her panties, soon it’d run down her thighs, leaving its stain on the carpet she was kneeling on. Her dress did little to cover her, unable to give her the comfort she was desperate for, trying to hide from the man that no longer spoke with a soft voice, one with the Devil himself. “Kiss my shoes.” 

(Y/n) froze, staring up at him as if she was waiting for him to break out into a fit of laughter, joking with the trembling woman. But he didn’t break, neither did his emotionless features, and so (y/n) gave in, pressing her lips against the clean black shoes. She kissed each once, shaking like a leaf dancing in the cold October air, guided by a higher force. 

“Tonight you're mine, you will follow my commands, and you will thank me for them. And only then I’ll be able to teach you the ways of the church, do you understand?” (Y/n) choked on the “I do” clawing through her, ignoring the burning in her knees, not used to kneeling for this long, wondering what he was planning on doing with her. All she could do was watch his pale hands wander to his belt, undoing the buckle before he nodded at her, wordlessly asking her to free his hardening cock. 

She was greedy for him, pulling his cock free with a gasp leaving her. The man smirked down on her, watching her with curious eyes, hoping that she’d give in and wrap her lips around him. (Y/n) spat onto his tip, forcing him into her mouth as her eyes fluttered close, feeling him rest on her tongue. The bobbing of her head was guided by his hand, ringed fingers tugging on her roots, forcing tears to rise in her eyes. 

His cock twitched in her mouth, groans left the man as her tongue traced his vein leading up to his tip, one with the movements of her mouth. The sounds she made vibrated on his cock, pushing the man further towards his breaking point. Saliva dripped from her lips as if she was feasting from his body and soul, blemishing the sacred halls. 

With every bobbing movement, she felt him graze the back of her throat, pushing tears down her warm cheeks, dripping like the rain Elijah had stopped, following the Lord’s call. But the two of them weren’t following the call of light, no, they were moving further into the shadows that knew nothing but the Devil’s name.  

The priest stared down on her with darkening eyes, pulling her off his cock without a warning, watching a string of saliva connect his tip and her mouth, snapped by the force he used to bring (y/n) to her feet. No further words were spoken as she was turned towards the altar, front pressed against the heavy wood. 

“You've made a mess, look at you, dripping for your priest. You’ll now take my cock like the greedy whore you are, and you’ll thank me for it.” His voice grew raspy, deeper than before, sending shudders down her spine. She felt him push into her from behind, forcing her walls apart, coating his cock with her arousal. 

Her moans echoed through the church, loud as if an angels choir was singing for their Lord, but (y/n) was praising another lord. The priest fucked her from behind, hips bruised by the ferocious speed that pushed her skin against the wood of the altar with every movement. He showed no mercy, fucking her to reach his high, very well aware of the way she clenched her walls around him, finding pride in the power he held over her. 

(Y/n) felt her blood rushing through her veins, singing in her ears as if the end was near, betokening the cruel fall that would follow the high she was about to live through. Her hands tightened their grip on the edge of the table, needing to grip something to stabilise herself as the man kept fucking her. 

His fingertips buried themselves in the skin of her hips as her orgasm clashed through her, choking on his name, unable to hold back her moans. The  priest kept snapping his hips against hers, forcing his cock deeper into her tightness before he pulled out to release himself on her behind. 

She was heavily panting, unable to rip herself from the trance he had pushed her into, needing to be pulled against his chest with a deep breath finally released from her aching lungs. For a few seconds neither of them spoke up, reliving the past moments in their minds before he parted from her – just enough to take in her features, lips finding hers before a lone syllable could leave her. 

The kiss wasn’t rushed nor fuelled by the daunting words he had spoken, it carried more emotions than either one of them could put into words, guided by their longings. And with a smile tugging on her lips, (y/n) finally dared to look up on him, “I think I need a few more lessons before I finally understand how to pray.”

[heart-of-a-rebel16]

so y’all know about that fic idea I have where Kallus accidentally gets sent backwards in time to before the fall of Lasan?

have a snippet from pre-fall Zeb’s pov :)

@built-on-hope-1977 @gettiregretti @happybean17 @mystical-salamander @seth-silver-ink

“Please.” The stranger’s voice cracked like a whip in the Great Hall, strained with desperation. Though his stature was to be admired, he seemed smaller than a child in the cavernous meeting place. Scores of faces looked down upon him from their lofty positions in the viewing gallery, only adding to the illusion of a bug under a magnifying glass. Even the throne which the queen sat at was elevated on a platform; the strange man stood utterly alone in the middle of the room. Garazeb would’ve felt pity for the man if he could’ve found the mental capacity for it after the bombshell the human had just dropped on the royal court of Lasan.

“Please, you need to believe me,” the man begged once more. They hadn’t been able to get a name out of him, or where he had come from (and more importantly, how he had come). In his mind, Garazeb had settled for calling him Dots, if only to keep his attention away from the interloper’s maddeningly distracting golden eyes. 

“And just why would we do that?” Glyn, a lower end minister of war, crossed his arms and stared vibroblades down at the stranger. “You’ve arrived on our planet with no explanation as to how, then you claim we will all be killed? You must be insane.”

“I’m not insane,” Dots shot back. “Why won’t you listen? The Empire is coming. They won’t stop until every living soul on this planet is dead.”

“The Empire would never dream of such a thing,” Anara scoffed. Her position as the sister of the queen gave her little official power, though her reach in terms of government could not be understated. “We pose no threat to them. We have not trifled in their foolish war, nor rebelled against their authority.”

Dots very well looked as if he could murder Anara and burst into tears at the same time. It was an interesting dichotomy, adding one more shade to the picture that had had yet to be fully colored. 

“That’s the point,” he pressed. “You’re an independent system. The Empire’s authority means nothing to this place. All of you are a monument to rebellion, and you don’t even know it.” Dots turned away from the ceiling gallery and fully faced Queen Maiara.

But he wasn’t looking at the queen. Far from it. The stranger was looking directly into his eyes.

“Please,” he repeated, and the plea wasn’t for the queen, but rather for him. Garazeb blinked, heart faltering for a second under the man’s golden eyes. Why was he asking him? He stayed as far away from the court politics as he possibly could. He held no power that would be of any use to the man.

(Why did he know my name?)

“If I may, your majesty,” a new voice interrupted. Chava the Wise had descended from the viewing balcony and now held the floor. Garazeb sighed under his breath and tried his best not to roll his eyes. Chava was the last person who should get involved with this.

“Proceed, Chava,” Maiara nodded. The wise woman smiled in that strange, lopsided way that told the entire court that she had some hair-brained scheme cooking in her head. She moved closer to the stranger, her staff echoing against the marble floor like the footsteps of giants. 

Arriving in front of him, she stared for a few moments, circling him and mumbling things only she could hear under her breath. To Dots’ credit, he took it all in silence, only shifting away when Chava veered a bit too close for comfort.

“You speak Lasana, as well as any one of us” she said at last. “Curious. May I ask how that came to be?”

Dots’ gaze flicked back to him for a moment, then settled squarely on the wise woman.

“Someone very important to me speaks it,” he said, his voice barely loud enough for the court to hear. “I…I learned it for him.” 

“And this person, he is a Lasat?” The question was rhetorical, of course, but the man nodded all the same, his gaze once again flicking to Garazeb. What in the world was Chava leading to?

“How do you know this place will be destroyed?” Chava asked, and what little color was contained in the man’s dotted face drained to white immediately.

“…you will not like the answer,” he said quietly. Chava hummed in thought.

“Maybe not, Warrior, but it is an answer I require all the same,” she replied, and Garazeb couldn’t quite understand why her voice was so gentle. The man nodded slowly, then breathed in deeply, like he was preparing himself to jump off a tall cliff into oblivion. 

“The Empire. I was a part of it, once,” he spoke softly. His voice still carried through the room despite its lack of volume. “I was part of the efforts to destroy this planet in my time. I watched, and I helped decimate this place and your people. The Empire made sure that there were no survivors, and I was complicit in that.”

A shocked gasp rippled through the room. Garazeb felt vaguely sick, yet couldn’t take his eyes off of the man’s now hunched form. Pain threatened to completely overwhelm his eyes, held back by only the slimmest thread of self-control. 

“Yet you say there is a Lasat whom you learned Lasana for,” Chava pointed out. She seemed completely unperturbed by the stranger’s confession. To Garazeb, that only proved she was completely insane. 

“He…” the man hesitated, and for the third time his gaze flicked to Garazeb. “He is the only survivor. After the purge, he joined a group of rebels, a cell that I was tasked to hunt down. That Lasat pulled me out of my own delusion and showed me the truth. He opened my eyes to the utter tyranny that the Empire spreads. If not for him, I’d still be a blind fool.”

Chava nodded, then offered him a smile. “Worry not, Warrior,” she said. “Your words are quite enlightening. These fools don’t like to be uncomfortable, you see.” She gestured with her staff to the elevated viewing gallery. “If I may, could I take a peek inside your head? It will save you the pain of relaying your story in its entirety.”

Dots’ shoulders slumped lower in defeat. “I don’t see why not,” he muttered. Chava grinned broadly and tapped her staff twice against the floor. The stone in the middle began to glow, and by that point Garazeb wanted nothing more than to flee the building. How could everyone be so calm? At best, there was a completely delusional man that had fallen out of the sky, and at absolute worst there was a cold-blooded butcher standing in the Great Hall. 

Chava tapped her staff twice more against the floor, then began chanting in the Ancient tongue. Garazeb had no idea what any of it meant, only that dusty words wouldn’t save them all from destruction. 

The chanting became rapid in its pace to the point that Garazeb honestly wondered if the so-called wise woman was having a seizure. Golden light burned in the middle of the room, pouring from her staff. Sets of two taps continued to echo in the Hall, adding percussion to Chava’s strange song. 

Then, she touched the stone of her staff to the interloper’s forehead, and Garazeb was falling into nothing.

[reverie-verse]

Love Triangle Or Not (Four)- Pt 2

Here are the other parts

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Anon Request Prompt: Y/N is a trainer (very well known for her badassness) She just came back from a mission; she gets a little jelly that Tris and Four had gotten closer. There’s some feelings but on who’s end? Four asks Y/N to help Tris. Being the amazing person she is, she agrees to help, but in the process she gets hurt. After the mission ends she returns home only to have an argument with Four. Leads to late night confessions  

I’m also making Y/N a Divergent but in secret. 

A couple things, this is ridiculously long, I put it in parts and I am releasing them all at the same time because it makes sense okay. Cooooooollll I hope you enjoy. 

Established something between Tris and Four. 

My requests are OPEN

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“ Hey Tobias-” The blonde girl asks as she walks towards the two of you.  "The tests are about to start and Eric’s coming for my room…” Tris whispers. 

You were taken aback by what she had just said. She just called him Tobias. You were the only person who knew his name…oooh hell nah. You looked between Four and Tris. He had placed his hand on her shoulder before reaching for the back of her neck rubbing it. “ Okay Head toward the doors, I'll be right behind you.” Your eyes zeroed in on his hand resting against the back of her neck. You could not believe what your eyes were telling you at that moment. Your heart sank. You could feel the sadness etch through your body. What you should be sad about it’s the war that’s about to break out between factions but your heart has a mind of its own. Your mouth hung open. Four gave you a look that told you to shut it but how could. He was-he was with an initiate. Ooh little did he know that this could go so wrong. You thought what you did was a crime but this was beyond Four’s norm.

Four walked back over to you. “ Distract Eric I’ll explain later I promise.” He turned away from you, taking one step forward, reaching your hand out to catch his arm. 

“ Four?”

“Please?” Four’s way with words had an effect on you, his body language, everything. Unfortunately for you it was his eyes that affected you the most. It was everything he felt and he showed it to you. You felt it in the depths of your soul. It hit you in the chest. You would do just about anything for him. Well almost anything. You sighed and nodded “ Alright but you seriously owe me”. You let go of Fours arm as you walked down the hallway. He headed inside the room with the girl Tris. This made you uneasy. Something was wrong and it bugged you. It was time to put your skills to use. Eric bounded down the hallway, his steps echoing off the walls.  

“Don’t you have an initiate to test?” He calls out to you as you stand there. 

“ No”

“ No?” He raised his eyebrows in faux surprise. He shook his head. “ You know this isn’t looking good for you”

“ Is that so?” You say as you watch him, studying the way he tries to make you feel inferior to him. It doesn’t work but he doesn’t need to know that.

“ I would watch yourself if I were you. You may be the prized possession of Dauntless but you will never be accepted in the leader council.” He threatens you. Of course he would. It was the only thing he had. It took you everything in your power to not laugh at him. It was just so funny that he thought you wanted that role. 

You contemplated your response. “ You’re right-“ you soften your face, becoming saddened by his words. “ I-I really want to be in the leadership position. It’s been a dream of mine” You added a sniffle at the last second. Then you wiped your eyes preventing the “tears” from rolling down. By the looks of it Eric was proud that he hit a weak spot in you. He left triumphant that the strongest soldier was now broken down by none other than him. At that moment you bursted into laughter. His smile and pride shattered. He glared at you. 

“ Oh no you thought that I cared about leadership. Eric, I’m not you.” You reached over and patted Eric’s arm before walking away as you laughed. You headed off to the other initiatives bunks. You had some business to take care of…

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The Little Ones - ch. 77

A Drakgo fic. Read on: AO3 | FFn The Little Ones masterpost

A/N: Sorry no title, I'm just not clever with titles in a hurry. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @flowery-laser-blasts!!! It's short, and was written in a hurry, but I still wanted to give you something so you know just how much you are appreciated. I hope you'll enjoy this little slice-of-life. Know what's neat, is in writing this... I was seeing them in your art style as I went. Interesting filter my brain applied. It was fun.

Drakken adjusted the magnification on his glasses, zooming in as he continued his delicate work. The tiniest error would ruin everything and could result in an explosion that would leave him both physically and emotionally wounded for weeks, not to mention the blow to his pride for not being able to finish the job he'd started.

He slowly leaned back, adjusted his grip, and then leaned forward again as he carefully positioned the brush. He painted a nearly-microscopic black, glittering line across the curved surface, not releasing his breath until he had finished. Then he then leaned back again with a grin of satisfaction. The sparkling zig-zag line was perfectly straight, separating the darker green from the lighter, and would catch the light beautifully.

"Do you want the gel top coat after they dry?" he asked.

"Of course," Shego replied as she spread her fingers and studied the fresh coat of polish on her nails. "I like the zig-zags."

Drakken puffed up in pride and with a bit of relief. He never wanted to relive how angry Shego had been the time he made a small mistake in his fine detail work because of Commodore Puddles licking his ankle unexpectedly.

"Change the channel, then you can do my other hand," she said, setting the painted one flat on the table with her fingers spread apart.

Drakken dutifully lifted the remote and after quickly checking the time, flipped over to Shego's favorite reality show—Monster Jam—and then prepared to paint the nails of her other hand.

"I still can't believe your cousin snuck onto the show," Shego said after a moment.

Drakken grumbled as he glanced at the screen during the show's intro montage, displaying monster trucks crushing car after car.

"He said their monster trucks were 'seriously under-powered,'" Drakken replied.

He gently lifted Shego's other hand from the table, allowed himself a moment to savor the sensation of her hot skin against his, feel how delicate and smooth her fingers were in comparison to his calloused ones.

"I bet you could build a better one."

"Hnh. Don't tempt me," Drakken said as he adjusted his glasses and dipped the brush into the black polish. The accent nail on this hand was going to have a tiny green skull, but he of course needed the base coat first.

As he started, he felt Shego's eyes leave the screen and focus on him instead. His cheeks began to warm as he felt her soft smile on him rather than her fingers.

"If I had known you were so good at this I'd have stopped going to the salon years ago."

Drakken felt his heart flutter.

"I'm good with my hands in other ways too," he said, dipping the brush in the polish again.

Shego didn't reply, and when he looked up her face was flushed crimson and her eyes darted away from his, fixing unblinking on the television. It took him an embarrassingly long time to follow the train of her thoughts, and when he arrived at their conclusion he dropped the brush on the table and nearly choked in his shock.

"Ahhheheheh, I mean! Ahh, I'm— I'm...very good at...giving massages."

Drakken watched Shego bite the inside of her cheek as she glanced back at him cautiously, not bothering to pretend her mind hadn't gone exactly where it must have.

"Youuu you you...don't...need to pay for the spa, either. If you don't want to," he continued quickly.

Shego swallowed slowly, recovered herself, and then turned to smirk at him.

"You pay for my spa vacations."

"Nyeh! Shego... Work with me here."

She chuckled, and Drakken sighed in relief to be let off the hook.

"Okay, okay. I'll bite. When my nails dry you can try to convince me that staying in the lair for a massage is better than a fifteen hour flight to Greece. What do you say?"

Drakken picked up the brush again and cleaned it to resume his painting. He had been frowning in reaction to the misunderstanding, but as he stole glances at Shego watching TV he felt a different kind of flush rise under his collar. She was pointedly not looking at him, and every now and then when she thought he was engrossed in the details of the painting he saw her bite her lip, and her hand had gone clammy in his.

He grinned as he wondered... Perhaps he shouldn't have corrected her after all.

Perhaps he should misunderstand something later when she let him try to prove his other skills.

Drakken dipped the brush in the bright green polish as he allowed himself to stroke her hand with his thumb just once.

"I say...you're on."

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Electrifying Love~

Heyyy!~ Do you guys remember when I said I might write a story about Enel falling for Nami like Boa did for Luffy? Well here it is 😍 I know you guys are waiting for growing up to fast part two and I promise you its in the works!! I really hope you enjoy this story though cause it took a bit of time lol- btw sorry I haven’t been posting! I was on a vacation to Mexico! But I’m back now! Hope you enjoy the story!~ and i know that shipping them would be weird so it’s just gonna be like Boa’s love for Luffy and I won’t make Nami be head over heels back for people who find it weird! Enjoy the story and expect “growing up too fast part 2” soon~ ;) also to the one who requested a story dw that will come soon too;))

She thought over almost every single adventure before they split up of course. Even laughing at some but one memory caught her mind..Skypia.

Enel.

He was supposedly the “god” of the island up above. Well, of course until the pirates came along. She was still very intimidated by his power but..she couldn’t help but feel curious you could say?

He did actually have the powers of a god..everyone saw it..except for Zoro since he well..did not believe in him. She couldn’t even help but feel a bit proud of herself when she thought of his electrical powers.

Over the pass two years she had gotten extremely powerful with her lighting. Usopp had even made her a new weapon that was new and improved! Not mention she had gotten Zeus on Whole Cake Island.Though during Wano she learned how to combine their electricity into one and create a very power shock. Her crew mates have only gotten more powerful as well..

She couldn’t help but wonder..

“Are we match for him now..?” She muttered under her breath. Accidentally speaking her thoughts out loud.

“A match for who now miss navigator?”

A voice says. The voice was smooth, almost calming,feminine and hypnotizing…Robin!

The red head blinked turning her head to the voice and indeed it was Nico Robin. The girl flushed in embarrassment before giving a soft smile as she stood up from leaning on the railing. Her hair fell perfectly from the sitting position as she smiled. “Well..”

“If you really wanna know I was thinking about that Enel guy fro the skypia trip..” she said looking into the woman’s deep blue eyes. She blinked and then smiled softly at her putting her face in her hand gracefully as a smile spread across her face.

“Oh? Enel? The god of skypia? Yes…I remember now..why were you thinking of him now? It’s been two years..or are you having certain thoughts miss navigator~?” She spoke smoothly as a smirk spread on her lips. Clearing teasing her.

The girls faced instantly turned red, blinking multiple times and gasping lightly comically. “W-what?!- no!! He’s so not my type and isn’t he on the moon now?! I-” the black haired woman suddenly laughed, Covering her mouth with her delicate hand to suppress her giggles.

“Fufufu~..calm down Nami I was just teasing…but why were think of him?” She asks, her voice smooth as honey as she walks over to beside her still with that calm smile of hers.

Nami calmed down, chuckling slight at the little joke. She just shook her head as she leaned back on the railing her brown chocolate eyes locking with deep blue sea ones. “Well I guess his power just reminded me of my clima-tact..since you know I use lightning and so does he…”

She said, her voice staying steady. The orange haired woman crossed her arms over her chest looking over at the tall beautiful woman standing before her who was still smiling at her calmly. “Oh?..well I see that makes sense..but are you sure that’s all miss navigator?~…”

Robin asked still teasing quite a bit but half of tone was a bit serious. The wind then blew again flowing through both of the women in the strawhats pirate crew hair. Black mixed with orange. However Nami did not have any time to think or respond before bolt of lightning struck down to the sea.

The ship shook almost violently as the whatever was in the lightning bolt that struck the sea was heavy. Though it was nothing that the straw hats could not handle, Nami and Robin were currently wide-eyed being the ones with best view out on deck and towards the railing. Everyone was now paying attention to the thing that just struck from the sky.

“Woah!! What the heck is that?!?!” Luffy shouted from above the ship with a piece of meat in his mouth. He had all said what everyone was thinking on that boat. They did certainly not think that they would see Enel on a the airship, well once a airship. It seemed the ship had been altered to travel on sea with the wheels taken off and everything.

There low and behold, Enel walked out from the smoke with that lazy smirk of his. Nami’s eyes had widened until they competed with donner plates. ‘How on earth was he here?! How on earth was he here?!….did that happen I was thinking about him earlier..?’

He was walking close to where he could see the ship clearly the smoke from his lightning bolt he now stood clearly visible to the pirates. Nami and him locked eyes for one moment and just for a moment she tried to study him to see what were his motives but he quickly look away just when she was going to dive deeper.

Everyone but Franky and Brook seemed to recognize him immediately drawing out their weapons, they stood guard. The god only laughed and shook his head it seemed. “Does he recognize us to..?” Nami muttered. Franky and Brook seemed utterly confused as to why everyone drew their weapons out almost all at once.

“Mortals, there is no need to fight! For what reason do we have? Let us all befriend each other and-”

“Why would we trust you?…how can we know that you won’t electrocute us as soon as we let our guard down?!” Nami then said. Age herself was surprised by her own words not expecting herself to even say that. Robin blinked as well glancing at her in surprise but still keeping her guard up.

Enel’s expression did not change at all his calm and sly smile remained ever so softly now looking at Nami his smirk widening even more. This made Nami feel uncomfortable but somehow…at ease?

“Oh? You won’t even trust or forgive a god?~” he said almost slowly. He then let out a big laugh shaking his head playfully. “You mortals are just like how I remember…bold..” he said with that same sly smirk. “But trust me I have no bad intentions whatsoever…I do not even need too what would I have to gain?” He said looking around at the pirates then his eyes landing on the captain of our beloved straw hat crew, Luffy.

Luffy seemed to think about it for only ten second before putting on his classic grin. “Okay! If you feel sorry about it then all is forgiven haha!!” He laughed putting his hands on his hips with a grin that was as wide as a grin could be.

His nakama paused for a moment going silent and blank.

“.

.

.

WHAAAT?!?!”

They all yelled in unison their jaws dropping, staring at their captain with wide eyes utterly shocked. Sanji, Zoro,Usopp and Nami were hitting luffy on the head calling him an idiot as why he wound forgive him so easily and the rest of his crew were just shaking their head sighing softly. That was their captain after all..

~twenty five minutes later~

The sun has now started to set completely and the crew and the so proclaimed god were in the Thousand Sunny, drinking and talking. They all were partying to celebrate the so seemed truce the with the devil fruit user. Nami however was still watching the sunset not very nervous but not very sure of this truce.

Looking behind her she saw him talking with Luffy, Zoro, Franky and Brook the skeleton and cyborg seemed amazed and very interesting about the adventure of Skypia the rest of the crew had. Enel then suddenly made eye contact with Nami which she immediately avoided as she looked away, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment but no one seemed to pay any mind to it.

Suddenly, a unexpected visit from the Marines came three battle ships had spotted the straw hats. Of course taking charge in attacking the pirates.

They all had started to battle of course. Nami who was definitely not in the mood for this got her Clima-Tact and attacked the marines with her latest attack by combining her and Zeus’s lightning, this being able to take out a few hundred marines in one go. This of course wasn’t new to her but for Enel it was VERY new.

After the battle Enel was still in shock at how much had grown with her power so much that he fell his heart start to swell up and skip a beat…he even questioned if he was using his own electricity to make it beat this fast…like how he used it to pump his heart back skypia.

Now not being able to resist his swooning electrical gear he started to gush hopelessly.

After everyone had settled and started to act normal again he pulled Nami to the side rather easily with his strength in front of everyone to confess to his new found goddess, his eyes turning into hearts with him taking her hand.

“Nami, my goddess..my world..seeing you out there with such power has made me fallen for you and your charms..I have no choice but to confess~…we would be a great pair you know…so would you do me the honor of being my goddess forever and rulling the world together?!” He said rather loudly in front everyone.

Almost everyone’s jaw dropped at this confession while the so called god stared down at Nami with a adoring look. The orange haired woman gasped in complete shock not expecting this AT ALL.

But before the the woman could even respond a storming blond who had seemed to be on fire (quite literally) stormed up to him with flames trailing behind him.

“HEY YOU BASTERD!! What the hell do you think your doing?! Asking out my Nami-San like that!!” The man with the swirly eyebrow yelled. Seeming completely furious as he raised his foot up in anger, clenching his cigarette between his teeth angrily. Engels eues narrowed as he turned the man in the suit returning the behavior.

“‘Your Nami?! What in Skypia is that supposed to mean mortal?! Last time I checked she was least interested in you!!” He said angrily, a flashe of electricity bolted between them as the two began to battle and argue it out comically while Nami was too stunned to speak.

The rest of crew seemed to sweat drop still taken at back but not surprised by Sanjis behavior so to say. Luffy even laughed out loud, while Robin was giggling and continued to tease the life out of Nami. This made the orange haired woman blush furiously from the embarrassing display.

This was causing Enel to be amused with his so said love. He pushed Sanji out of the way and walked over her eagerly. “What’s wrong my goddess?~ has my love shocked you?~ you’re turning red my dear…” he said as he tried to make a attempt to cup her cheek. This caused Nami’s eyes to widen. Not even thinking, she ran away screaming practically with a red face. Her long orange hair flowed while she did so.

Enel, who took this as a cute little game of chase summoned his ball of lighting and began to follow and chase her quickly. With that same sly and lazy smirk of his. Leaving hearts of electricity behind him. Sanji even tagged along, declaring his love for the woman and running after the two as he was adamant to save her.

Nami isn’t going escape his electrical love anytime soon it seems…

[cerezzzita]

Half angel reader? BET! I like to think they have the same/similar power buffs as Dante (accelerated healing, strength, ect) but would they have an equivalent to Devil Trigger? Would could they turn into? Also which basis of angels would like to use? Like the scary biblical angels, the pretty ones in old art, or based in a game that has angels (my mind goes straight to Bayonetta and its lore)

Notes: *bayonetta's voice* Morning! Yeah, that's me finally answering this, um, request? It is more like an headcanons post, so here I brought y'all some headcanons of my own of what and how angels/half-angels would be in DMC Universe. It took me, at least, months and months of researching because goddamnit- it doesn't looks like, but angels have so many informations about them from Christian to Abrahamic religions, yet I think most of my hcs here came from Christian concept with a mix of DMC Universe, I think. I hope I don't offend anyone with this, btw.

So! Let's rock! Thank you for requesting and enjoy the experience as much as you can! (Again, this is more of an general hcs post, I'm just adding this 4Dante gif bcs it's somewhat I aimed to, y'know, relate + I love 4Dante with all my strength <3)

✦ Sidenote/To start off: Angels in the Devil May Cry universe do not "exist", they're treated like mythological beings and are mentioned throughout the whole series frequently. The DMC wiki suggests that demons once were angels, then there's The Fallen on DMC3 whose appearance is very angel-like and their description says they were in Heaven once. There's also The Seven Deadly Sins — said explicitly that they fell from celestial grace — Lucia's DT, the Angelo Knights (although they're demons but "Angelo" is the Italian word to angel, anyways you got the deal) and many more. I personally believe something happened to them, like, all of them fell and turned into demons, they're hiding somewhere or they were purely extinct… Also, this post is an open-one, that means y'all can reblog and add another headcanons of your own as much as you want!

These celestial creatures and their descendants match with the demons in general abilities such as superhuman strength, speed and durability, healing regeneration, and elemental control. However, there are facts that differentiate them from the infernal creatures, and they are:

Mortals faithfully believe that angels are humanoid beings of ethereal beauty with a singular and grandiose pair of wings. Depending on their placement in the angelic hierarchy, they range from human-like bodies to the most animalistic ones, and those that are "equal" in having a human shape are indeed heavenly beautiful. As for their wings, an angel can have one or more pairs of wings — again, all according to their position in the Celestial Spheres.

Contrasting with the demons' dark color palette, they have a more loaded palette of light tones such as white, blue and gold and in certain cases, brown. In their Angel Trigger, their bodies may or may not evolve further from their humanoid and animal-like molds with a kind of armor made of angelic stone that makes the most "human" angels vary between female and/or male silhouettes, their halos are on display and their faces take on a texture similar to a marble sculpture and do not move as they speak and express emotions; they're also able to control elements such as fire — restricted only to seraphim —, lightning, nature and ice.

As stated before, their ATs are usually able or not to evolve their basic bodies. For example: the cherubim are large and leonine, when they have the Angel Trigger activated, they become a triple combination of angel, eagle, a human head and four pairs of wings of divergent sizes. Seraphim, with a body that merely resembles a human one and with elements of fire for their clothing, become extensive flaming serpentine figures with six pairs of wings.

Angels are literally cold-blooded. Their natural icy blood differs from the warm blood of demons so they can withstand the lower temperatures of high reliefs, cold weather environments, and Heaven itself. Still, it's not a total benefit to the hybrids as thanks to their human half, they constantly need to be warmed up when exposed to these low temperatures for too long.

The halo of angels is made of light and a part of their soul, as it is what carries their identity according to their function in their respective Celestial Sphere, going from the most detailed to superior positions — seraphim, cherubim, thrones — to the simplest for lower positions — principalities, archangels, common angels. Halos, when exposed, can make the angel vulnerable to greater amounts of damage and in extreme cases on a battle, lead them to death.

All hybrids have only one pair of wings, regardless of which angel they descend from. They can measure between 5 to 8 meters in length and the color of their feathers can be entirely white or have brown, golden, silvery or bluish shades. Although they can be summoned at will, they only appear when a hybrid "matures" — around fourteen or fifteen years old —. It's not a pleasant process, the wings don't magically appear, they literally rip the flesh off the back and break some rib bones. Due to the high amount of damage, not all hybrids survive during the appearance of the wings, and those that have resisted the pain are able to regenerate in around two to three hours.

The term used to designate the hybrids, "Nephilim", is extremely offensive since its concept comes from the fallen and impure angels who failed to hide their children from the supreme forces of Heaven. It also refers to the infernal giants that, by their angelic reminiscent appearance, were associated with the heavenly creatures. "Nephilim" is commonly used by demons as a way of offending and despising their children, a remembrance to the angels' hypocrisy. 

Angels and Demons cannot touch each other when using their powers or activating their Triggers during battle. This is also valid for half-angels and half-demons. Once their opposing essences collide, accidentally or not, the sensation will be the same as having been fatally burned, the place hit will present purple and/or blue veins with a golden energy for the angels and another fuchsia for the demons.

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[beyonddarkness]

Means of Mastery

(Sauron's Influence in Off-screen Meetings)

I'm in the process of outlining all of this on the blog (yes, chapter 6), so this is relatively short. But I just realized something that I NEED to get off my chest, even if you don't have the full context yet. I've been plunking the same note on the keyboard for months now (that Sauron is scary, and not to be trifled with), but this one little aspect proves my point.

Sure, it may seem like everything just magically fell into Sauron's lap, but if you really think about it, he has always been in the background. He wasn't just sitting in his chair, waiting for Galadriel to do everything for him, crossing his fingers, hoping that by chance, he would automatically be pushed to the top of the power pole. Here is the little indication:

We saw many secret councils between those in positions of power, involving Celebrimbor, Elrond, Galadriel, Gil-galad, Míriel, Elendil, Pharazôn, etc. All of these councils were important, and led to important decisions being made.

But out of ALL the planned secret meetings that were mentioned, there were only two that we did not see. These two meetings had the most significant results.

But first, for a little context...

Fear of the Eldar and the Edain

When Gil-galad showed Elrond the decay of the Great Tree, he said:

"We first took notice of it just prior to Galadriel's return. We thought that by sending her away, and so bringing an end to the last vestiges of war, that we might arrest the decay. But despite our every effort, our decline has only quickened." (1x05).

Earlier, he said:

"We foresaw that if [Galadriel's search had continued], she might have inadvertently kept alive the very evil she sought to defeat" (1x01).

How did they foresee?

What is this random dish of water by the Tree?

...isn't there someone who knows how to manipulate such things?

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When Galadriel asked Míriel why she was not faithful to the Elvish ways, Míriel informed her of the recent rebellion in Númenor. After Galadriel foresaw Númenor's future, the following exchange ensued:

Míriel: "It is Númenor's future you saw. [...] It has already come to pass. The vision begins with your arrival. [...] The Valar gifted us this isle in a day of virtue. They can take it away, should we turn to the paths of darkness." Galadriel: "The virtue you speak of was your ancestors' loyalty to the Elves!" Míriel: "My father believed that. His path nearly destroyed us! That is why tomorrow, I will announce that you are gone, and this crisis ended" (1x04).

How did they foresee?

What is this random ball they call a Palantir?

...isn't there someone who knows how to manipulate such things?

(sidenote: It is interesting how everyone believes that sending Galadriel away will solve all of their problems.)

What is the common fear between Elves and Men?—Extinction.

Now, let's get to the point:

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Unseen Meetings

Everyone knows this:

"In an instance like this, it seems to me that you'd do well to identify what it is that your opponent most fears. [...] Give them a means of mastering it, so that you can master them" (Sauron, 1x04).

Is it really a coincidence that the only two meetings that we did not see were the two meetings that made Sauron rise to the top? Why are they the only two meetings in which "a means of mastering" the fear of Elves and Men was given? Why are these meetings the ones we DIDN'T SEE?

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Lindon

The first meeting that was mentioned was the one that Elrond was not permitted to attend.

"The Council regrets to inform you, you won't be permitted to attend the next session. Elf-lords only" (Elf-maid, 1x01).

This meeting involved Celebrimbor, Gil-galad, and other Elf-lords. Presumably, it was here that the song of The Roots of Hithaeglir was discussed. Mithril was suddenly brought into the picture, and Celebrimbor (an artificer, who heals) proposed a Forge, powerful enough to handle crafting the sort of power they needed to survive.

Why does all of this sound like Sauron's intriguing suggestions (mithril being the means of mastering their fear, so that he can master them)? How could mithril be a means of mastery given by Sauron, if he was not in attendance?

He would not have to be physically present in order to have an influence. Recall that 'random dish of water' by the Great Tree.

Here was the ultimate result of that meeting:

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Númenor

The second Unseen Meeting was first mentioned by Míriel, who was particularly intent on Sauron's attendance:

"This council will reconvene at first light to make a final decision. See to it Lord Halbrand attends" (1x05).

Galadriel informed him:

"Tomorrow, the Queen will call you to audience. Your voice at that meeting may well decide whether this mission stands or falls. Help me" (1x05).

The meeting involved Míriel, Galadriel, Sauron, Elendil, and Pharazôn. What did Sauron say to convince Míriel to save the Men of Middle-earth? Perhaps there is a hint in her conversation with Bronwyn.

Bronwyn: "What I owe you. My people are alive because of you." Míriel: "As I understand it, they are alive because of you." Bronwyn: "A burden I never sought to take up." Míriel: "Few of the finest leaders do. [sees Halbrand approaching] But if you would like some relief in carrying it, I may be able to help." Sauron: "You called for me, Your Majesty."

What was the means of mastering her fear? Galadriel gave it when she said, "Choose not the path of fear, but that of faith." This is probably why Sauron corrected Galadriel in the end: "You convinced her. I wanted to remain in Númenor." All Sauron had to do was reenforce that idea to Míriel with flattering words.

So, if we just change some names around in the above dialogue, the following exchange seems very plausible:

Míriel: "Your people will live because of you." Halbrand: "As I understand it, they will live because of you." Míriel: "A burden I never sought to take up." Halbrand: "Few of the finest leaders do. [pause] But if you would like some relief in carrying it, I may be able to help."

In any case, here was the result of that meeting:

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Here's a funny sidenote:

That means of mastery may have been aimed at Míriel, who was afraid of the kind of death that comes with the Fall of Númenor. But we know that all of the Kingsmen become increasingly afraid of their mortality, and the means of mastery that Sauron gives is a bit dismal:

"[...] Darkness alone is worshipful, and the Lord thereof may yet make other worlds to be gifts to those that serve him, so that the increase of their power shall find no end. [...] he that is their master shall yet prevail, and he will deliver you from this phantom; and his name is Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedom, and he shall make you stronger than they" (Akallabêth).

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Heeeyyy! I was hoping you could write a Marilyn x student reader where the reader is an extremely powerful earth mage/elementalist. She's so powerful that she has to meditate to control her powers and if she gets mad she loses control. So she comes across as this calm and collected individual. Marilyn and reader have started a secret relationship and have plans to leave together once reader graduates. But an angry outcast who hates normies attacks Marilyn and tries to kill her in front of the whole school, this causes reader to lose it. Think massive earthquakes, bricks and stones flying everywhere, reader's eyes glowing ominously towards Marilyn and the idiot that was trying to hurt her. Marilyn realizes reader is out of control and is trying to soothe her, "it's ok, it's ok, I'm ok, baby you have to stop, you're not like this!" "I-I can't control it Mari, get away from me, I don't want to hurt you!" "It's ok, you won't hurt me" Something along those lines and Marilyn's able to calm reader down.

But Marilyn is fired for being in a relationship with a student. Before she leaves Nevermore, she goes to say goodbye to reader only to find that the reader's parents have reader heavily medicated so she won't lose control again, reader is groggy, weak and sick but begs Marilyn to take her with her because she's always just been a pawn to her parents and everyone else because of how powerful she is. Marilyn steals her away, and they spend the rest of their days happily in love ❤️

Yesss!!!! here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! And sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))) <3 <3

It's a "heartquake"

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mighty reader, drug mentions, fluff…

Word count: 6,172

Summary: You were a powerful elementalist, and you had to be careful to not lose control. When one day the woman you’re in love with was attacked, you lost it…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Baby…” Marilyn whispered, while she caressed your head gently. You grunted and shifted in your position, snuggling further into her chest.

It was late at night and, as always, you were in your teacher's room, not exactly teaching. Some time ago, the friendly relationship you had turned into something different. Something inevitable after weeks of tension and a clear crush. There was only one problem. What you were doing was forbidden, it was a secret. It took you getting used to not being able to show your love in public, but it was worth it just for those nights full of love words and kisses, hugs and caresses...

“What?” You asked with a sleepy voice, smiling as you rested on her bare chest. She looked at you with a tender smile, kissing your forehead.

“You've fallen asleep,” the redhead said, whispering to you. You looked up and shook your head childishly.

“That's a lie…” You said, yawning. “I was just… imagining.”

 Marilyn nodded, obviously not believing a word, laughing affectionately.

“And what did you dream? Sorry, what did you imagine?” She asked you amused, moving so that you lay down next to her, turning and holding your hand. You pouted at that deliberate mistake, but laced your fingers through hers and started thinking fast so you could give her a good answer.

“Well…. A beach... The sea waves... You and me...” You said sighing, getting closer to her. Her smile spread even further.

“A sunset…” She said, with the same tone as you.

“The sea breeze moving our hair…” You said, feeling that you could “not fall asleep” again.

“You're very cute…” Marilyn told you, moving you gently so your eyes wouldn't close again. “I'm sorry, love, but you have to…”

You snorted, but you closed your eyes and took a breath, just as you had learned when you were a little girl.

“I don't want to leave, Mari… I want to stay with you…” You said, getting up and putting on the best sad face you could. She got up and kissed your shoulder, hugging you from behind.

“Hold on a little longer honey, there are only a few months left until your graduation…” She whispered in your ear. You nodded reluctantly, trying to find some article of clothing between the sheets.

“I can't wait that long…” You said sadly, getting out of bed and starting to get dressed. Marilyn stayed sitting on the bed, looking at you like every night.

“You're beautiful, you know that?” She told you softly, caressing your arm, which made you feel chills. You laughed, putting on your shirt.

“How can I forget it? You tell me every night,” you said joking.

“And by phone,” the redhead added, getting dressed as well. “And I will always tell you, (Y/N)…”

“Woe to you if one day you forget it,” you said, leaning towards her and giving her a soft and slow goodbye kiss. “Good night, Mari...”

“I love you, honey, good night,” she replied, before you separated painfully and walking out the door.

You walked through the Nevermore’s halls, alert. No one could see you go in or out of there, it could be your downfall. Using your best stealth skills, you managed to sneak into your room without waking your roommate up and get into bed.

You took your Ipod, and like every night since you could remember, you played your selection of chill out music. According to your parents, it was very important that you relax before going to sleep, to avoid nightmares or frights. You followed all their advice, even if some seemed absurd to you.

You couldn't not to do it. You were born with an ability that many people would pay billions for. You were considered to be a pure elementalist, the most powerful of all. Genetics were very capricious and that hidden gene that your great-grandmother had one day went directly to you.

You could control so many things that even you were not aware of your full potential. The weather, the tides, the fire. It seemed like a skill any movie villain would dream of, but it wasn't all it's cracked up to be. That great power is not that it entailed great responsibility, it is that it could directly make any place swallowed by earth by an earthquake, or that a huge tsunami would inundate a coastal city.

Normally you didn't have that ability, rather you never used it on purpose, of course. Although you were already 18 years old, there were aspects that you found difficult to master and one of them was the loss of control over your own powers. Any fright, shock, trauma or anger could unleash disaster around you. You tried to train it so that it wasn't something dangerous, but you didn't know how to do it. The only thing you could do to avoid those situations was to simply relax, live your life calmly and serenely.

And so you did. You practiced yoga every morning and every day you did several meditation sessions. Thus, you avoided any unforeseen event that might arise, and it helped you see life in a calmer way. Perhaps that serenity, accompanied by a tender smile, was what pushed Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, to commit such a risky act as falling in love with a student.

Lucky for you, that clandestine relationship wouldn't be forever. After seeing how in love you were with each other, Marilyn came up with a simple idea but for you it was salvation. When you graduated, that means in a matter of months, you would go away together far away from Nevermore, and from Jericho. You knew you would miss your friends, maybe your family a little less, they always controlled you too much, but it was the decision you wanted to make and, long before confessing your love, the one you already imagined in your dreams.

“What's wrong with you today?” You asked one of your classmates while you relaxed in the quad after a day full of classes. The girl nudged you and you laughed, trying to look at what she was typing on her phone.

“Nothing…” The girl said, adjusting her sunglasses.

“You lie,” you said at the same time the three of you who were there.

“Come on, Yoko, we know you're seeing someone…” Enid said, another of your classmates.

“I'd rather not talk about who's seeing who…” The vampire said, joking. It was a really fun time, but your alarm clock always went off at the wrong time.

“Wow…” You said with your usual calm voice. “Sorry girls, it's my meditation hour.”

“You can't call meditation listening to music in the opposite corner…” Enid said, joking. You shrugged and got up from the table.

You always went to the same corner, you sat on the stone and put on that relaxing music while you closed your eyes and controlled your breathing.

“Mmm,” you hummed in rhythm with the music, leaving your mind completely blank.

The alarm went off after ten minutes and you opened your eyes, sighing, feeling completely relaxed. When you took off your headphones, you discovered that someone had sat down at the table right next to you. Marilyn.

She looked at you sideways, as if she wanted to tell you to come closer. Obviously you smiled, feeling frustrated, because your heart was beating fast again.

“Hello, Miss Thornhill,” you said with a formal tone. She smiled at you, holding back a laugh at your polite words.

“(Y/N)…” She said, pretending to be busy reading a book.

“What are you reading?” You asked curiously, assuring you that no gossip was around. She looked up from her book and showed you its cover. “Pride and prejudice?” You said, grimacing.

“Love stories are my weakness, I admit it. You should read it,” she told you, discreetly winking at you.

You shook your head with a mocking sneer.

“I've watched the movie and there's nothing more distressing,” you said between laughs. She accompanied you briefly as well, discreetly running a hand under the table, which she joined with yours.

“Hey, I've always wondered, what do you listen with so much interest when you meditate?” She asked, pointing to your IPod. You looked at it and turned it on, bringing it closer to her.

“Listen to it by yourself.”

“Oh, wow, it's… Relaxing but at the same time it has rhythm,” Marilyn said, nodding. After a few minutes, she returned the player to you.

“Café del Mar… The best chill out club in Ibiza,” you commented, putting it in your bag.

“Ibiza… I see that you like the beach…”

“Yes, but it's better when I imagine myself there with you…” You said in a more discreet tone. Her cheeks flushed red and her hands began to shake. You knew how to make her nervous. You were the calmest girl in Nevermore, but you could make even Principal Weems nervous if you put your mind to it.

Everything indicated that it was going to be a good day, like all the others, but no, it wasn’t going to be.

“You!” A violent voice resounded in the courtyard, drawing the attention of everyone present. It was Greg, one of the art teacher's assistants. A quiet boy, with telekinesis and the face of evil. He stormed toward your table, glaring at Marilyn with rage. “Get up, you filthy normi! Your time has come…” He said, hitting the wooden table. The redhead opened her eyes and, scared, she got up from the table, just like you.

“What…? What's wrong with you?” Marilyn asked, taking several steps back.

The boy laughed out loud, shaking his head.

“You don't have anywhere to go, normi, I've had enough…” He hissed.

Everyone in the quad headed for the table, murmuring. The boy pulled a knife from his pants and threatened Marilyn with it.

“You are the scum of society…” Greg said, approaching her. You were looking at the scene, shocked, you were unable to move. “Normies deserve to die… They killed my family.”

Marilyn was shaking her head, her entire body shaking as she made reassuring hand gestures.

“Gregory! Throw the knife right now!” Larissa, the principal, yelled, entering the place with determination. The crazy Greg pointed in all directions with the knife, while people just screamed in surprise.

“Don't come closer or I'll kill you all…” He murmured. “Normies deserve to die!”

“Gregory, don't be foolish, your family died in a traffic accident…” Larissa said, trying to reassure the boy.

That only made him more nervous and with a quick movement, he grabbed Marilyn and put the knife to her neck, pulling her as if she were a hostage.

“Not one more step, or I'll cut her throat right here…” He threatened. “Well, though, you're going to die anyway.”

You blinked, looking at the redhead. She was in danger, he was going to kill her. Little by little the shock was disappearing, but the nerves prevented you from having a cool mind. A cold air breeze passed through your body and suddenly, you felt a strong cramp, as if you had been shocked by an electric cable.

All your muscles went rigid and you weren't blinking anymore, you were just looking at Greg and Marilyn, the rest was a blur.

“You…” You sighed with a dark voice, unable to stop walking towards where the boy was. “Leave her... Leave her alone!” You yelled with all your might. Greg laughed, but just for a moment. You could feel the blood flowing through your veins and you clenched your fist tight. Nothing you did was up to you, your body was reacting to the danger your lover, the woman of your life, was in. And that was bad, very bad.

At first it was just a little jolt, but soon the shaking became constant. The ground shook violently, while your bright eyes looked at Greg with a blank look. It was an earthquake, you had caused a terrible earthquake in Nevermore. The ground cracked and panicked screams began to echo through the place.

“Hurry, everyone under the tables!” Larissa yelled, covering her head with her hands. The school was in an old building and those strong shakes began to cause a rain of stones and bricks.

One of these, clearly controlled by you, landed directly on Greg's head, and he fell unconscious to the ground. The goal was accomplished, but there was no turning back. The part of your mind that you didn't control made you want to see that boy crushed under a mountain of rubble and you wouldn't stop until you got it.

“Ahhhhhhh!” You yelled, causing the intensity of the tremors to increase, opening some cracks in the walls. You were completely out of control and if you didn't stop, you would collapse the building, with its terrible consequences. Marilyn was on the ground, looking at you horrified. Everyone else was under cover. Everything was chaos, destruction, debris flying all over the yard. People were screaming, but they were just whispers to you.

“(Y/N)! Stop, please stop…” The redhead said, getting closer to you as she could. You looked at her, blinking. Something returned in that instant, but your desire for destruction was much stronger. You couldn't stop, even if you wanted to.

“I, I can't, Mari…” You said, staring at her. “I can’t,  I can't control it...”

“Sweetheart, my love... Please... You, you're not like that, you have to stop, I’m begging you,” Marilyn said almost reaching for you. You backed away in horror.

“Stay away! I don't want to hurt you, please, please, you have to go. I said stay away!”

“It's alright, it's alright, honey. You won't hurt me, I know it and you know it too…” She told you with a strangely calm voice in the midst of all that chaos.

“Get away...” You said sobbing, while the crack in the ground got bigger and bigger.

“(Y/N), think about our beach, how happy we are when you imagine the future, you remember?” She told you, being able to take your hand and caress it lightly. The rubble kept falling, but your gaze was a little clearer, especially because of the touch of her hand in yours. “That's it, baby... You and me, the sea... the waves...”

She closed her eyes and continued caressing you. You did the same, and little by little the tremor subsided.

“(Y/N), you will always be my good girl… My precious girl… I love you…” She told you when, in a soft movement, she gave you a soft kiss on the lips. “You've already saved me, now I have to save you…” She whispered with the softest voice you'd ever heard. “Just relax, baby, please…”

You sobbed, and with one last jolt, the shaking stopped completely. You hugged the redhead and she hugged you tightly in her arms, kissing you afterwards, in front of everyone, a small detail that she surely didn't think of.

“I love you…” You whispered, before seeing yourself overwhelmed by the effort and collapsing in her arms. You don't remember anything else, only that she didn't let you fall to the ground, that she knelt next to you.

Everything went black.

You could hear rumors, murmurs. You felt like you were in a bed, but it wasn't yours, the sheets were rough. You were probably in the infirmary.

Whenever you got out of control, you'd pass out for several hours. It was a kind of coma that little by little became more and more lucid. You knew you were conscious, but your body felt heavy, you were unable to move, not even open your eyes.

“How is she, Martha?” A familiar voice asked, while you felt a weight in your bed. It was Marilyn, stroking your forehead lovingly. You struggled to move, but you couldn't. It was maddening, but at least she was by your side.

“She’s alright. She will recover in a few hours, or so I hope,” the nurse said. “Now she is catatonic, but from what her parents have said, it is normal.”

“Well, that's a relief… how about the wounded ones?” Marilyn asked.

“Luckily everyone has already returned to their rooms, it has been a miracle that there were no major misfortunes, the earthquake caught me in the bathroom,” she said, almost joking. You imagined that Marilyn was smiling at that moment. “That jerk Greg is already in the asylum. To be honest, I don't know how I would have reacted.”

“The important thing is that nothing has happened,” Marilyn said. You sensed that she was looking at you, because her voice sounded clearer.

“Marilyn,” a new voice said, in unison with the infirmary door opening. “I assumed you'd be here, I heard you'd already come back from the police station.”

The weight you felt in bed abruptly disappeared.

“Martha, would you be so kind as to leave us alone, please?”  Weems asked. Footsteps were heard immediately after and then the door closed again.

“I…” Marilyn stammered. Everyone saw you kissing, and that had consequences.

“I don't want you to say anything,” Larissa said, approaching you and running a hand over your forehead as well. “First of all, I must thank you for managing to calm down (Y/N) before there was a greater misfortune.”

“Well, I…”

“Secondly…” Larissa interrupted. “I think it’s not necessary for me to tell you that sentimental relationships between teachers and students are totally forbidden, as well as being completely inappropriate.”

You wanted to scream, make the earth tremble again. Those words weren't kind, they weren't from a person who was go to ignore it. Of course not.

“I… I don't know what to say,” Marilyn said, her voice cracking. “It just came up and...”

“And? Please Marilyn, these guys don't even know what they want. As a friend of yours, I advise you to stop playing with girls like (Y/N). You can do a lot of damage to her.”

You burned with rage inside your particular comatose cage.

“We love each other, Larissa. I don't know what you’re thinking, but you're wrong,” Marilyn said, nervous and agitated.

“I'm sorry, Marilyn, even if what you say is true, the rules are the same for everyone and you have broken one that I can't just ignore. Tomorrow you will leave Nevermore. Don't worry, I know you are a good woman, I will do everything possible to find you a good position, I have contacts with many elite schools in the area.”

“Please, Larissa, don't do this to me…” Marilyn cried.

The worst suspicions were confirmed. Marilyn was fired and you couldn't even cry.

“I have no choice…” Larissa said. You heard the redhead crying, something you had never heard. Her cries split your soul in two and worst of all, you didn't know if you could see her for the last time the next day. All was not lost, after all, you were graduating that year, but living away from her was the same as dying for you.

“Okay,” Marilyn said, her tone cooling. “But you have to do me a favor.”

“I'll do what I can,” Larissa said, with a somewhat affected voice, you knew they got along well.

“Just, just… Let me say goodbye to her, please.”

“Marilyn...” Larissa sighed. “Don't make it more difficult for me… I can't let you see her…”

“Please, Larissa, I'm begging you. I'll leave as soon as she recovers, I promise.”

You heard a sigh from Larissa.

“Very well, you will wait until  (Y/N) recovers…” She finally said. You heard how her heels clicked and they walked towards the exit.

The weight returned to the bed and you could feel Marilyn leaning against your shoulder, sobbing.

“I'm sorry, my love…” She whispered in your ear. “I promise I'll wait for you, and we'll leave together when you graduate...”

You opened your eyes suddenly, but to your disappointment, there was no one in the infirmary.

“Mari?” You growled, checking with satisfaction how you could move now. There was no answer, just the morning light.

You had slept through the night and your whole body was sore and exhausted. Your eyes went straight to a glass of water next to you, next to a rose. You looked at the flower with tears in your eyes. Naturally you knew whose it was.

“Shit, shit,” you said, tapping your foot on the table. No matter how much anger you felt at that moment, you were incapable of causing more disasters, at least until a few hours had passed.

Approaching voices made you stick your head out from between your knees. Some voices that were the last ones you wanted to hear at that moment. Your parents.

“(Y/N),” your mother said, with her usual look of fear. “It's a good thing you're okay.”

Your mother entered the room and ran to hug you, followed by your father.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, overwhelmed by the hugs. You had more horrible and important things to think about than your parents. You wanted to immediately get out of that room and look for the redhead, but it wasn't going to be that simple.

“Larissa called us last night to tell us what happened,” your father said, crouching down next to you. “I hope it wasn't an accident for forgetting your routines.”

You shook your head.

“No... I... Well, they were about to kill someone and I lost control,” you explained, so that you wouldn't get another absurd scolding from your father for forgetting his "infallible training and meditation routine"

“That is what they have told us, that despite everything, you have behaved like a heroine,” your mother said, caressing you calmly. You turned your face away and looked at the clock. Time was running against you and your parents were an obstacle.

“Well, thanks for coming, but I'm fine,” you said, pulling off the covers and trying to get out of bed, which you couldn't do, since your mother pushed you back down. Your father gestured towards the door and a sinister man, whom you already knew, entered the infirmary.

“What is this guy doing here?” You said with an unpleasant grimace.

“Dr. Charles has kindly decided to accompany us. He's going to help you, as always,” your mother said with a tender, but false smile.

You knew that doctor. He was a nasty man, who, since you were very young, tried to make you as docile as possible. He was the prototype of a bitter person, who had no vocation for his work. A psychiatrist who years ago had stopped listening to people's problems. Now he was only dedicated to medicate them without any interest in doing the best for his patients.

“I don't need help, I'm fine,” you said, trying again to get out of bed, without success.

“No, honey, you're not fine,” your mother said. The man looked at you briefly and placed a briefcase on the table. “You have lost control and we cannot allow that to happen again.”

“Er... Charles, are you sure that she will be able to continue helping my harvest like this?” Your father asked, while the doctor was looking for something without even looking at you.

“Of course… As long as she doesn't finish receiving the dose, she will be able to control everything you ask of her,” the doctor said, taking out a syringe.

“What?” You asked, scared. “What's that?”

“Calm down, (Y/N), it's for your own good. It is a medicine that will help you control yourself much better, so you won't hurt anyone.”

You widened your eyes with fear and stirred, being held by your parents, while the doctor approached sinisterly.

“But, but, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an emergency situation. I, I don't get out of control so easily,” you protested.

“Don't you realize that you almost killed your companions? I'm sorry, (Y/N), but it's the best for you,” your father said, holding you tight.

“No, no!” You yelled, noticing how inevitably the needle stuck into your neck.

Right after, you felt dizzy, and you stopped moving, you couldn't do it. Everything was spinning and your muscles relaxed, causing you to fall back on the bed.

“One a day will suffice,” the doctor said, with a sinister smile. “Don't worry, this way (Y/N) won't be a danger to anyone anymore.”

Your parents took you to your room. They had to help you walk. Your limbs were weak and you were terribly disoriented. They sat you in a chair and left you there.

“I'm sure everything will be better from now on, (Y/N),” you heard your mother say. Her voice was not clear, it was like an echo that sounded reverberating in your mind. You tried to clench your fists, but you couldn't. You blinked slowly, unable to keep your eyes fully open.

You were not aware of anything that was happening around you until you managed to realize that your parents had left.

Your mouth was pasty, you were terribly thirsty, but you couldn't barely move your arm to reach for a glass of water. They had medicated you as they always threatened. By defending the love of your life, you just ended up being just a vegetable. You weren't aware of time, or anything. You only looked into infinity, shedding tears between weak and sick sobs.

You shook your head at what sounded like a knock on the door. Slowly it opened and Marilyn appeared. She had her coat on, and she was carrying a flower pot in her arms. Your head was working well enough to remember what had happened. Your tears spilled more intensely.

“Mari…” You sighed, with a guttural voice and slurred words. “You've come…”

The redhead smiled sadly, she left the pot on the desk and pounced on you, hugging you tightly.

“I'm sorry, honey... It's all my fault...” she said to you, sobbing. You moved her arms to hug her back, but you were unable to exert even the slightest force on her body. She noticed and frowned at you.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked worriedly, while raising your chin. You couldn't even keep your head up. Your eyes were a half-closed mess and your jaw dropped like you were something like the walking dead. Marilyn looked at you scared, shaking her head.

“Mari... I'm... I'm very thirsty,” you said stammering, pointing to a glass of water that your parents left there.

Marilyn nodded and picked up the water, feeding you a drink like you were a baby who couldn't do it on her own.

“My God, honey…” She sighed, putting the glass back on its place. “My love, but what have they done to you?” She asked sobbing, looking at you horrified.

“My...My parents... They think... They think I'm dangerous and...” You explained the way you could. Marilyn shook her head, putting a hand to her mouth. “Not like this anymore… I don't hurt anyone anymore…”

“Oh, no… (Y/N), my little girl, my precious girl…” She said hugging you again. “I'm so sorry…”

You were crying too, but you hardly moved. You were almost unconscious, talking like a drug addict, like a poor person undergoing a lobotomy in the 60s.

“Mari…” You sighed again, while the redhead cried, kneeling, resting her head on your lap.

“I wish I didn't have to leave, honey… I need to be here with you. But calm down, okay? Just… You just have to hold on a little longer, just two more months,” she told you, looking at you. You sighed, moving her hand to take hers.

Your head couldn't process so many things at the same time in that state, but it could launch a desperate cry, a cry for help.

“Marilyn… Please… Take me with you… I want to get out of here…” You said, speaking as clearly as possible. The redhead stood up and looked around.

“But honey, I can't do that. Larissa has been generous in letting me say goodbye to you but…”

“Please,” you begged, clutching limply at her dress. “I, I don't want to be here without you, being… A pawn for my parents… They only want me to do things for them… I can't… Please… No…”

She ran a hand over the back of her neck. It was night, the window only reflected darkness.

“Honey, it's dangerous,” Marilyn said, cupping your face in her hands. “If they find out it was me...”

“Nothing will happen... I’m... I’m of legal age... Please, Mari... take me with you...” You said sobbing. Marilyn withdrew your hand from her dress and stroked your forehead. Her look was doubtful, it was clear that she was debating with herself. After a while, she wiped away her tears and separated from you, going to your closet.

“Can you walk?” She asked you, putting your clothes in a suitcase that you kept under the bed.

You smiled, understanding what that meant. To your regret, you shook your head.

“I've tried but… I'm very weak,” you murmured, making an effort to get up from your chair. Marilyn put a hand on your shoulder to keep you from getting up. “I'm, I'm sleepy.”

“Okay, okay, honey... Listen, I'm going to take your things to the car, so it will be easier for me to take you to it. I'll be right back. You just… hold on, okay?” She told you, kissing you on the lips and taking your backpack and the suitcase that she had just packed. You looked at her, drugged, but happy, radiant with happiness. You didn't think she would make a decision like that, much less when it was the idea of a talking vegetable like you were at that moment.

The door closed and now you felt a force that made you hold your head high, and clench your fists a little. You didn't know how long that medicine lasted, but at some point it had to wear off. You felt so strong that you tried to get up, without success. The minutes passed and the nerves took over your weak body, at least until the door opened again.

“Okay, all set. Come on, honey, up,” the redhead said, grabbing you under the arms and lifting you up. Your steps were slow, and if you didn't have Marilyn to hold you, you would have fallen to the ground.

Juggling, she managed to get you into a jacket, and with slow, clumsy steps, you left the room forever.

The air was cool, but comforting. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just cared about keeping you on your feet. Soon you arrived at her little car. She opened it and with an effort, she got you in the back, lying on the seats.

“I love you…” You murmured, feeling how your eyelids were getting heavier. Marilyn looked at you and smiled pityingly as she put the seatbelt on you as best she could and covered you with a blanket.

“Me too, my baby girl…” She said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Try to sleep, soon everything will be fine, my love.”

Saying that, she put the front seat back on its place and sighed, leaning against the car. It was surely a risky move for her, she must be very nervous. You cursed your parents for leaving you like this, for not being able to comfort your lover, in the dangerous sacrifice she was making.

“Marilyn, what are you supposed to do?” The principal's voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Larissa,” Marilyn said, startled by her sudden unwanted presence. “I… I'm sorry, I have no other choice.”

“Other choice? Where are you taking this poor girl?”  Weems asked.

“My God, Larissa, haven't you seen what her parents have done to her? They have medicated her until turning her into a mere dummy,” Marilyn said, pointing at you.

Larissa leaned in to look at you, her gaze serious. You opened your eyes a little and looked at Weems. You didn't need to pretend, you were already a rag.

“My God…” she sighed. Weems shook her head, turning away from the window.

“I don't care if you try to stop me, I plan to go with her, and neither you nor anyone else is going to stop me,” The redhead said, opening the driver's door. Larissa closed it immediately, saying nothing.

“We have no right to interfere in the decisions that her family makes, Marilyn,” she said with a calm voice, quite the opposite of the redhead, who trembled nervously.

“Do you really think that she will be better here? Medicated for life? Without hope? I don’t believe it. I'm sorry, but I love her and I want her to be happy, I want to get her out of the hell that her family wants to put her into. She deserves a better life. I will pass over you, and over all who try to stop me.”

Larissa thought, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. It was hard for you to stay awake, but even so you struggled not to sleep, to recover your strength, something that didn't seem possible.

Larissa took the phone from her and started using it. Marilyn, believing that she was calling her parents or the police, became even more nervous, and, desperate, she tried to get into her car, being stopped by Larissa again.

Marilyn's cell phone rang and Larissa nodded for her to look at it. The redhead, distrustful, took the mobile and stared at the screen.

“What is this?” She asked, reading some kind of document.

“It is the academic record of (Y/N). She's a bright girl and since I can't help you take her away, at least I don't want her potential to go to waste. I don't like it, it's not appropriate, but at least I want you to do things well, take care of her and worry about her future, will you do it?”

Marilyn's jaw dropped, reading and rereading the document. Soon her face turned from fear to joy as she threw herself into Larissa's arms.

“Of course I will, thanks Larissa. Thank you very much,” she said, now yes, getting into the car.

You smiled with your eyes closed, noticing how the car began to move and the Nevermore gates were left behind. Finally, you let sleep overcome you.

“Yes, I understand, Mrs. Dreel, I know it's hasty but… Sure, sure, of course…” Marilyn's voice woke you up. The car was stopped. Your head ached and you felt the morning chill coming in through the open car door.

You unbuckled and sat in the seat, satisfyingly checking that only a mere hangover from that awful drug remained. You looked around, pulling back the blanket. You were at what looked like a gas station. You shook your head several times. You remembered what happened, but you still couldn't believe it was just real. You leaned over to push the front seat forward and awkwardly climb out of the vehicle.

Marilyn was talking on the phone, pacing aimlessly like she used to.

“Yes, Mrs. Dreel, oh, thank you very much. We'll see each other in two days. Thank you, bye,” she said, after which, she hung up the phone.

You came close. You were still dizzy, but you could keep your balance. You soon caught her attention and she ran towards you.

“(Y/N)… My baby girl… How are you, sweetie?” She asked, hugging you affectionately. You smiled and leaned on her shoulder, now yes, being able to hug her tightly.

“Is it a dream, Mari?” You asked. She laughed, pulling you away a bit and kissing you tenderly.

“No, it's not…” She sighed, caressing your cheek. “You see… It was going to be a surprise, but I've been talking to the owner of the house and we can settle in whenever we want,” she told you. You raised your eyebrows.

“House? What house?” You asked, getting an idea of the answer.

“Well, the one I bought for us, of course. It's next to the beach, just like you wanted.”

You jumped for joy and messily kissed your girlfriend, who laughed, trying to get rid of you.

“Have you bought a house?” You asked incredulously.

“Of course. I have no one but you, honey. My savings couldn't be put to a better use… But, there are still many hours away, first things first, are you hungry, honey?”

You were very excited, but taking a deep breath, you were able to calm down and nod effusively.

“Good, because me too, come, let's have breakfast,” she said, taking your hand and leading you towards a small restaurant next to the gas station.

You sat at a table, wide-eyed, with a bunch of positive emotions running through your body. It was impossible to relax like this, but it seemed that your powers were calm. Your parents didn't understand anything, you just had to be happy, and now you were, and you would be forever, together with her.