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BIPOC Authors and Fics Masterlist!

Thank you to everyone who submitted so many recommendations to celebrate all the fantastic works of BIPOC writers in the Pedro fandom! Please read, share, and enjoy all of these incredible authors and fics! 🥹 If you have any other writers or fics you want to share, inbox or DM me, so I can keep this as up to date as possible!! Thanks for helping to spread some love 💛

Authors (listed in alphabetical order):

@80ssong A03 masterlist (Joel Miller, Javi G, Frankie Morales)

@artemiseamoon masterlist for PPCU (all Pedro characters)

@cxrsed-angel masterlist for PPCU (Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Reed Richards)

@damneddamsy masterlist for Joel Miller series

@flawssy-227 masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller)

@flightlessangelwings masterlist for all writing (All Pedro characters)

@flordeamatista one-shot: A Sweeter Place (Joel Miller)

@gothcsz materlist for all writing (Javier Peña, Marcus Acacius)

@inclusivepedro-oscarlibrary another source for POC authors!

@joeloverture masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller)

@kedsandtubesocks masterlist for all writing (all Pedro characters)

@kilamonster one-shot: Lola (Javier Peña)

@letsgobarbs one-shot: Joel Miller x Logan Howlett

@liltangerineart masterlist for all writing (Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller)

@lovesbiggerthanpride masterlist for all writing (Javier Peña, Frankie Morales, Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Javi G, Joel Miller)

@megamindsecretlair one-shot: Break My Heart (Javier Peña)

@mostclevermiss one-shot: Sic Simper Tyrannus (Marcus Acacius)

@nerdieforpedro masterlist for all writing (All Pedro characters)

@ovaryacted masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Marcus Acacius, Dieter Bravo)

@pedroscurls masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Javier Peña, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike)

@pedrospatch masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Javier Peña)

@penvisions masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels, Javi G, Ted Garcia)

@superhoeva masterlist for Frankie Morales series

@stargirlfics masterlist for Joel Miller

@thundermartini masterlist for all writing (Joel Miller, Javier Peña)

@yxtkiwiyxt masterlist for all writing (Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Dave York, Dieter Bravo)

Specific Fic Recs (By Character):

Joel Miller

A Sweeter Place by @flordeamatista

Loopholes (series) by @yxtkiwiyxt

Stages of Devotion (series) by @penvisions

Deadfall by @joeloverture

Falling by @damneddamsy

All I Do by @flawssy-227

Butterfly by @stargirlfics

So Much Goddamn Talk by @stargirlfics

Let's Go by @thundermartini

Let Me Show You by @pedroscurls

Javier Peña

Unscripted Desire (series) by @gothcsz

Neighbors (series) by @gothcsz

Lola by @kilamonster

Complicated by @ovaryacted

Lap Dance by @yxtkiwiyxt

Break My Heart by @megamindsecretlair

Touch Tank by @thundermartini

Frankie Morales

Game Changer by @kedsandtubesocks

The Margay (series) by @ohforficsake

Take me Home Tonight by @80ssong

The Realm of Love by @80ssong

Marcus Acacius

Sic Simper Tyrannus by @mostclevermiss

III by @gothcsz

Din Djarin

Healing Pains by @liltangerineart

Dieter Bravo

Fire Starter by @kedsandtubesocks

Dave York

Homecoming by @letsgobarbs

bucky barnes x ftm!telekinetic!reader

warnings: dysphoria, anxiety, coming out to bucky, mentions of hydra being mean and transphobic >:( btw reader is on hormones in this

request summary: i am BEGGING u for a bucky x telekinetic!reader (like the one from the dad!steve fic)

A/N: (hey gang so obviously it’s not the same exact character from this bc they were a teen but it’s the same sort of premise)

word count: 1.9k

Bucky felt something when he saw you for the first time. Something in his chest shifted—it was painful and bittersweet and curious.

There was something familiar about the tiredness in your eyes. Something familiar about the way you analyzed everyone around you, your eyes shifting as you drew your mouth in a line.

Bucky noticed your silence—your vocal silence. Your eyes were loud, though; they were confused, scared, hurt. But they were good. You were good. Bucky knew it.

He asked Steve who you were. He was informed that you were recovered from a HYDRA base, and you had telekinetic abilities that they wanted to monitor here at the tower.

Bucky sympathized heavily with you, but he didn’t see much of you in the premature days of your stay at the tower. No one did. They couldn’t convince you to leave your room that often, and when they did, you hardly interacted with anyone.

They were worried about you, and worried about what you might do with your powers—on purpose or not—if you were overstimulated or pushed too far.

Steve was the one who suggested to Bucky that he should try and get through to you.

Bucky wasn’t much of a talker, and he was honestly nervous about this whole thing, but he knew what your pain consisted of and he couldn’t stand idly by and do nothing.

He knocked on your door one afternoon and went inside cautiously. The curtains were drawn, and you were laying under your covers.

“Hey,” he said stiffly. “It’s, uh, Bucky. We met once before. Can I come in?”

You kind of shrugged, so he closed the door and sat in the chair near your bed. “I was held captive by HYDRA too, you know.”

You perked up a little, and he continued. “They used me for seventy years–”

“Jesus,” you muttered. “Sorry, I just… can’t even imagine. I was only there for ten.”

“Just because I was there longer doesn’t take away from what happened to you. Ten years is a long time.” He sighed. “Look, you don’t have to, ‘cause I know it’s hard, but if you wanna talk about it… I’m here. I’ll get it.”

“I don’t know if you’ll get all of it,” you whispered, your heart suddenly racing.

Bucky frowned. “Try me. I’m not gonna judge you.”

“It’s just—” You sat up and wrapped your blanket around you so your head was poking out.

Bucky bit back a smile at how adorable you were.

“Obviously I didn’t expect them to care about me. But you know—” tears welled in your eyes and your voice broke “—being tested on like I’m not even human is hard enough, but they—they always called me a girl—they thought it was funny that I “think I’m a guy”. They just thought I was being ridiculous. They called me difficult and punished me when I broke down about the fact that they wouldn’t let me take T anymore. They had files about my whole life, so they—they knew, and they pushed the knife in about it every fucking chance they got. As if the fucking experiments weren’t enough—but this shit alone made me wanna just–”

You snapped out of your rant and realized you were heavily crying, and that Bucky was sitting there, watching you. You couldn’t tell if his face was judgmental, but his eyebrows were slightly raised in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I–” You had so many things that you wanted to say, but they all got caught in your throat as the tears streamed.

Bucky didn’t know if this was crossing boundaries, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaving his chair and wrapping you in a hug. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m sure you needed to get all that out.” He held you for a minute before asking, “So… you’re trans?”

You nodded as your tears soaked his shirt.

“Alright, just wanted to make sure. We’ll get you on, uh, T again and all that. You don’t have to worry about anything here. We got you. And fuck them,” he added with disdain.

You laughed a little. “Yeah,” you whispered, “fuck them.”

From then on, you had daily conversations with Bucky.

At first he came to your room with tea and you talked about random things, or HYDRA, or whatever you or Bucky wanted.

Literally could be about the dog he saw on his walk that day. Or the weird protein shakes Sam drinks

But eventually he lured you out of your room

You went on walks around the tower together and he showed you where everything was.

Eventually this turned into getting lunch together every day.

You actually had a reason to get dressed and leave your room now. You even wanted to try and look nice for Bucky, but you didn’t want to unpack that yet

When Steve gathered Wanda, Loki, and Stephen into a meeting to discuss beginning your training, you stood close to Bucky the entire time.

He noticed your hands were trembling a little from nerves, so he took one in his and gave it a squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this,” he murmured.

“No, I do. I don’t wanna end up hurting you or anyone else.”

You spent more time with the team now, which was a pleasant surprise. However, sometimes all of that attention could lead to a lot of anxiety, and when you had a lot of anxiety, the objects around you fell victim.

At first it’s your water trembling in the glass as your heart picks up

And then when you can’t breathe, objects start flying

And then it’s you with your head between your knees, objects flying in a tornado around you as you try to calm down.

When this happened in the common area, most of the Avengers didn’t really know what to do to calm you down

But Bucky shouldered through the swirling mass of objects with his metal arm, and found you in the eye of the storm.

You were trembling, struggling to breathe, and it broke his heart.

He knelt in front of you and held your face in his hands, urging you to look at him.

The fact that he was there, smiling reassuringly at you, made things a little better.

He helped you control your breathing, and slowly the objects flying around you dropped to the ground, until there was nothing concealing you and Bucky from the rest of the Avengers.

You were both on the ground, and he was hugging you tightly. He turned around and glared at the team, nodding his head for them to leave and give you some space.

After that, when either of you has a nightmare or really bad anxiety at night, you would go and slip into the other’s bed. After a while it became normal to wake up and see Bucky fast asleep beside you.

It’s honestly the best view in the world

You usually end up cuddling in your sleep, and wake up with your face in his chest and his arms around you.

Sometimes he’s worried that his arm bothers you, but you reassure him every time that you like it because it’s a part of him, so he never has to worry about that (that’s cheesy but hey it’s the truth. And it’s actually just a sick ass arm and it’s super hot)

(He also sticks his grocery list to it with a magnet which is another reason to love it)

Speaking of that, sometimes you clip little notes to his arm with magnets

Ones that say “have a good day :)” or “thanks for lunch” or other random little things, because you know that the notes make him smile.

At this point your training has been going well and your anxiety is not as persistent. And when you do have it, you’re able to control whether you throw shit around with your telekinesis or not.

You’re basically part of the team now, having come out of your shell, but it’ll be a while before you’re “sworn in” or whatever and go on a mission

You hang out a lot with Wanda, and Sam too (when you’re with Sam, Bucky’s usually there too tho, because Sam kind of scares you lol)

Sam likes you because you’re quiet, but sometimes you have a comeback that’s really good, and he finds that so funny because it’s sort of out of character for u

I mean, if he was Bucky, he’d know that you’re really funny and have good comebacks way more often than sometimes. No matter how close you get to the rest of the team, Bucky will always know you the best, and will always be your rock

You’d been acting a little weird around Bucky as of late, though, and he didn’t know why.

You were more quiet, more in your head.

He was worried because he knew what thinking about HYDRA could do to him, and he didn’t want you to be in all that turmoil and not tell him.

You were sitting at the kitchen island, doodling on a scrap piece of paper while your food cooled down, and Bucky ambled in and stood behind you. He ran his hands through your hair and rested his chin on your head. “What’s goin’ on in there?” he asked.

He noticed your breath hitch. Did you not want him around? Did you suddenly not like when he touched you?

“My head? So many things, obviously, I’m a genius.”

He laughed and sat on the stool next to yours. He faced you, wearing his down-to-business expression. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“Uh, yeah, I have told you everything. You literally know me better than anyone.”

“Okay… then tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

You couldn’t think of an excuse, so you huffed a laugh and went back to doodling.

“Fine. Don’t.” He stood and retrieved a magnet from the fridge and slapped it onto the table. “Write it down.”

You sighed heavily. You knew he was going to persist until you told him, and writing it down did seem like the better option. Dammit, Bucky, why are you so stubborn?

You scrawled down four words onto the piece of paper and used the magnet to stick it onto Bucky’s arm. “There. Fine. There’s your damn note of the day. If you don’t like what it says, don’t come crying to me.” You walked out of the kitchen (yeah you abandoned your food😔)

You probably should’ve found a better hiding spot than your room, because Bucky found you pretty quickly.

The first thing he said when he stepped into your room was: “I like you, okay?”

You sighed. “Yeah, I know, that’s the stupid thing I wrote on the paper, and you don’t have to have some discussion with me in order to reject me, I’m fine–”

“No, I’m saying that I like you too.”

(Y'all knowwwww that Bucky kept that piece of paper and put it in a scrapbook of memories for the two of you.)

Anyway, you being a couple was sort of the obvious move and no one was really surprised.

It definitely raised yours and Bucky’s morale and made you easier to work with (Sam is always commenting on how Bucky is way less pissy now that you’re finally dating).

You make sure Bucky knows that he saved you—you were in the darkest place of your life, and he slowly brought you out of it and accepted you for all that you are.

Because of that, and because of everything you’ve experienced together along the way, he is and always will be the love of your life.

small cultural & Colombia/Latin related details from Encanto 🇨🇴

the flowers on Isabela’s dress and in her hair - cattleya trianae orchids (may lilies), national flowers of Colombia

Camilo snapping his fingers when he is excited

Mirabel using her lips to point

flowered balconies (like in Cartagena)

ruanas (ponchos) that Bruno and Camilo wore

Dolores’ “squeaks”

inviting the whole town/neighbourhood to a party

sombrero vueltiao - traditional Colombian hat

Isabela being covered in the colors of Colombian flag (🇨🇴) during her song

and many many more!

(this is for all the people who still say Encanto is not about Colombians ; sorry about the quality of the gifs)

All knowing love

pairing; V x Trans Man! Reader

summary; being under V's loving and watchful eye.

requested; Anonymous

rating; T

warnings; transphobia, parental abuse (physical), hints of suicide (but never outright said)

word count; 2185

A/N; this isn't wasn't the fluffiest thing I could write but once talking to my trans boyfriend I couldn't help but feel having a bit of angst was acceptable.

When Y/N was still just a child, he knew something was off about him. Not something "bad" or "wrong" that people would call this feeling when he'd tell them. "It's just a phase" was a comment that was thrown at them mostly by their parents when they were still in their teens, just before high Chancellor Sutler was ever in the eye of politics. Oh, how those days would seem like a humid southern summer walk compared to when Sutler came into the picture. The transphobia he had experienced grew like how weeds grow in futile soil.

The comments like "You're confused" slowly started to warp into something more demeaning to the boy as the Chancellor candidate's toxic grip on the people of England started to squeeze any "unwanted" life out of it. "Undesirable" life as he would call it. When hair was cut after Sutler was elected, there weren't small arguments anymore that would be fixed when he'd be asked if he were hungry and wanted to eat supper with them. It became violent and unlike the people who had raised him for the last 15 years. Having handfuls of freshly cut hair be ripped out because his mother was holding him by his scalp just to yell in his face how much of a monster he was broke his heart.

Was it fear that caused this? Were they scared of losing their only child as many other families had? Was their bundle of joy in their life really an undesirable and the cause of this virus outbreak? Just why? He'd ask himself that as he was packing his bags in preparation to leave the family home for good.

Three long years had passed and at the ripe age of 18, he moved out into the busy streets of London. A small pit in his stomach began to form as the sickening feeling came back. The cause of it was from one simple but yet complex question; could he survive in this fascist regime? Sadness also fueled this emotional fire, sadness from knowing he'd have to use so many things he knew was wrong and didn't describe him truthfully just so he could get a place to come to when curfew hit; The name that was long dead to him the second it was given to him and female pronouns. He'd be signing his own death certificate if he put Y/N instead of his deadname on his application to rent.

They'd look it up and find no Y/N L/N in England and call the police on him in a split second. Shivers ran down his spine as he imagined what would happen to him if that became a reality. No one knew what happened when you were deemed "undesired" but everyone after having Sulter for three years knew that they would go missing and would be never seen of or heard from again. You were just wiped off the face of the Earth.

Y/N lucky had enough money saved from working in retail for the past 2 years to get a small apartment. When he was finally given the keys to the place he couldn't help but sigh in relief. At least in this tiny space, he could be his true self without shaking in fear as he had in his past while being stuck in his parents' home. The next three years were some of the worse when it came to dysphoria. Being forced to go to work almost every day and be called ma'am or miss and be deadnamed constantly damaged his mental health to the point it felt easier just to be open with his identity.

Anything would be better than being forced to hide in this shell of terror. Nights of panic attacks and sobbing that sounded like a wounded animal as he laid on the rotten wooden floor became a routine. On the morning of his 21st birthday, he woke up in the late afternoon. There was no panic in him when he realized he was late for work, how could someone care when this would be their last day on Earth?

With scissors in his hand, he grabbed his hair and began to chop it off sloppily but that didn't matter to him as long as it was finally short like it was when he was a child, and that was enough for him. The thought that when the police would see him, that'd see a man instead of what society had deemed him brought a smile to the young adult. The feeling of freedom pumped through his veins as he went on with his day. It felt odd but refreshing to feel the cold air from his AC on his neck as he fixed himself some bacon and eggs. It wasn't the fanciest thing someone could eat on this day, but it was enough for him.

Around ten AM he left his flat, walking with newfound confidence due to his hair and now his wrapped chest. He had heard from the grapevine that wrapping one's chest in medical bandages could cause serious damage like nerve loss but one this final day he decided to risk it so he could pass in normal daily life. Being called sir by ticket seller at the movies brought him so much joy as he grabbed his "Count of Monte Cristo" tickets and wished them a good day as he went deeper into the movie theater to find theater four to watch the movie. Y/N was somewhat surprised to see only one other person in the audience. Sure, he was 10 minutes late but this was a classic film that was finally being let out of the vault to be watched again! Nevertheless, the man sat down a few rows in front of the figure, settling down into the uncomfortable chair.

“I didn't expect you to come.”

He could tell from how the figure's words were muffled that they were wearing a mask. Y/N turned to them with a confused look on their face.

“Excused me?” Y/N asked but their confusion just deepened as he saw that the figure was wearing.

A Guy Fawkes mask with a matching hat while wearing pitch-black clothing. The man under the mask chuckled as they stood up, Y/N couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by the height of this masked figure.

“I should have done this first so you wouldn't be so perplexed, ” he cleared his throat as began monologing, using many words that start with the letter V in his speech which in turn slightly impressed the 21-year-old.

“But you can simply call me V.”

"V" said while taking a bow

Y/N couldn't help but snicker at this display of some kind of knightship which in turn had V cocked his head in slight confusion on what could be so funny

“Well, Mr. V, might I ask why you're here alone?”

“I could ask you the same thing, but as I am apparently on a tight schedule I won't elaborate”

“Tight sch-” the man interrupted them by placing his leather glove covered finger on top of their lips

“Yes, very much tight schedule as I only have 2 hours till your self made demise am I correct?”

He was blown away at the fact this random stranger knew of his most shameful plan, but the feeling of shock was soon replaced with anger. This creep was stalking me! He thought as he slapped away the masked man, getting up from his chair as he did so.

“You have some right talking to me like that!” he yelled as he started to march away from them.

V reached out and grabbed their hair in a somewhat gentle way

“Y/N wait please, ” he sighed as Y/N stopped who's face was twisted in bitterness “I understand how you feel Y/N, I truly do. I was labeled an undesirable so please don't think that I've been keeping an eye on you in for any other reason than just to keep you safe.”

When he said this Y/N rage seemed to melt away slowly. How was he able to survive being an undesirable? So many questions filled the male's head but the only word he could speak was

“How?”

V let go of his hair as he straightened his posture “If you come with me I'll tell you.”

The more sensible side of the man told him to run away from this masked freak and enjoy what little time you had left in peace but something stopped him. After a moment of silence, he nodded to V's pleasure. He took the 21-year old by the hand and lead them to the back exit. The two walked down the alley and what drew Y/N's eye other than the 6'3 black mass was the posters. Every single one they pasted seemed to have a V cut into them.

He broke the long silence with another question “Did you mark those posters?”

“Does a raven speak?”

“But why?”

V didn't stop walking but he could feel his eyes on him. For being an undesirable he sure seems fine being out after curfew Y/N thought as they waited for the answer.

“The people deserve a symbol. Something to get them through this.”

He opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that but quickly shut it once the meanings of the words came to mind. Maybe he wasn't this creep, more like this country's guardian angel that would save them all from high Chancellor Sutler. It didn't take long for him to reach what Y/N guessed as V's home which turned out to be an abandoned Victoria station. Y/N looked over at him with an eyebrow raised as V opened the hatch that kept the station locked to the public who had originally thought it was abandoned. V turned back to the man and gave him his hand simply saying "follow me, sir Y/N".

Once V was given the curious man's hand he rubbed his thumb over their knuckles before tenderly pulling them inside. He held the hand as they walked in the pitch black, guiding them until they found a giant door which to Y/N's touch felt like it had complex carvings in them. When the masked man opened the door Y/N couldn't help but wince as golden light hit his E/C eyes that had just gotten used to the dark. He had expected V to let go of his hand once they reached his "lair" but he didn't. Oh, what a perplexing and mysterious man he was.

Y/N would be lying if he said his face wasn't blushing at this moment in time. V led them deeper into his beautiful home until both of them to were behind his couch which was black leather. In front of the said couch was a glass coffee table with a box on it. Y/N's hand was finally let go of as V sat on the couch.

“Come sit, I have something to give you.”

“But you said-”

“Please?”

He sighed as he complied, arms folded as he sat next to him. V opened the box and to Y/N's surprise, there was a biner in it. Once again, all he could ask was "How?" as all production and selling of items that could help trans folk was banned just as the Koran was. The masked man took the folded bundle into his giant hands and gave it to them once again shocked male.

“Life has been tough enough on you even if we don't add our government into it. Thank you for holding on. For surviving this long and not letting them take away your love for life and your fighting spirit.”

Without any hesitation, Y/N pulled V into a tight embrace with tears threatening to fall. No one had ever put their life in danger to give them this piece of happiness like this stranger had. All he could do was whimper out a "thank you" as a sob shook his chest deeply.

“Since I showed you my lair, you're going to have to stay till the next November the fifth, is that okay?”

Y/N couldn't help but nod immediately. He could finally be somewhere he was truly accepted for who he really was; a man who was just simply given the wrong body at birth.

V placed his hands on top of the weeping H/C man, stroking the uneven hair and placed his head onto the others.

“I'm cooking ham, is that okay?”

“mmhmm..”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

I wanna make a full 5 star course meal for the transmasc/trans men x reader writers who actually make normal shit but the reader is trans writing I search this app daily for a drop of that content its a desert in here damn near but the looking is worth it when I find a fanfic with attention and care to transmasc/trans men readers 🫶🏽

Ao3 writers are the strongest Avengers

I had a vision

Maybe I’ll draw it idk

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰

𝗦𝘂𝗻!𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘅 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘀!𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

To love a God, is to love your demise, knowing that every waking second you were getting closer and closer to your fated death. Loving a God is more akin to loving something you cannot see, that you cannot touch, or hear. Though you feel her hands trail down your sides, fingers blazing warm and ever so mild, you cannot hold them with your own. Your fingers cannot intertwin with hers, nor can you press a kiss on her lips, basking in her warmth.

Her love is that of a mystery, something you cannot comprehend, something you'll never reach in your lifetime. You can only dream as you stare lovingly into the sun, watching her rays shine down on the Earth. Her mere existence is so much more than yours, but you cannot stop yourself from falling into her grasp, letting her hands guide you her way.

The appearance of a God is far too much for a mortal to accept, to acknowledge, and to live with, so the most of Gods deemed a mortal form, using it as a disguise. Though you haven't met many Gods, you knew they could not compare. Her eyes were oh-so blue, pupils reflecting that of the clouds and birds that fly through the sky, swirlings of different hues as the day disappears. Her skin radiates warmth, so tan, and so smooth. There are no gashes or blemishes, utterly perfect and divine. And her hair is curly, reflecting that of rays, a loose pattern that flows down her back. The golden gleam of the curls is enough to make you want to reach out to hold, to touch, and to braid.

You want nothing more than to hold her, love her, and cherish her. Forehead pressed against the ground as you bow to her, feeling nothing but content in her presence. Let alone the fact that she's come to meet you, you, you.

Though you want to, you refuse to meet her gaze, waiting for her becking call, her soft words to urge you to look up. And you almost jump for joy at the sound, sighing at the brief melody and soft symphony that flows through your mind as she speaks.

Her lips look so soft, you noted, letting your eyes trail across her form. Utter devotion and dedication in your eyes as you slowly rise, per her command. Your tunic white and embellished with symbols of that of the Sun God, flowing down your body, mirroring the tunic she wore. You felt just a little closer to her, peering at the similarities of your clothing, a soft smile gracing your lips.

You call to her, eyes begging for any kind of command. You'd do anything for her, for her touch, and praise. Gulping as you take a step forward, feeling your knees quake and tremble, feeling the presence of a God. The gentle thumping against your ribcage has your head feeling fuzzy and cheeks flushing, growing warm at the closeness.

A sigh left your lips, the feeling of her warm palm pressed to your cheek, and you swear a tear rolled down your cheek as she pressed her lips against your forehead. Closing your eyes, you accepted her kindness with a smile, placing a hand on top of her, letting her soft hands caress your cheeks.

You knew your fate was sealed the moment you pressed your lips against hers, moving in a rhythm that only you and her could hear, relishing in each other's arms. Her hands caressed you as you cried, worshiping her body as if she were gold.

The thought of parting was a constant nightmare that nawed and chewed in the back of your mind, scratching your sides, and whispering in your ear. You knew your time was coming, far closer than before, but you knew that you'd die happy with her arms in yours.