#cascadeian

i ahvent seen endgame so just. mcu overall

Hi! Sorry for the late reply, we’re not real, but

thanks for ch

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IS IRINA!

(yes I used the fill tool, no I will not be apologising XD)

Send a 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating!

It was a rare occurence for the man to get any time to himself, at home and at work. So, when he was finally offered lodgings within Gaius’ and Merlin’s quarters, he was quick to take it. Since arriving, he had been sleeping a lot better. Sure, the nightmares still occasionally made an appearance but altogether it was a lot more peaceful. And knowing he had two people that cared about him just across from him was enough to give him peace of mind. However, having two people that were almost constantly around did make a few private things complicated.

And it was because of that, that the male wasted no time in taking advantage of the time that Merlin and Gaius were to be spending away to help the King and his son. Finishing up what little duties Gaius had left him, Ryuu headed to his room and made quick work of removing his shirt, shoes and resting upon his bed. His trousers were slack enough that he saw no point in removing them and slipping a hand past the waistband, he let out a soft and relaxing sigh as he finally got to work.

Stroking himself, first through the fabric of his underwear, he felt himself harden under his touch and the skin become sensitive. Hitching his hips up, he lowered his trousers just enough to free himself, hissing as the cold air hit the heat of his erection. His movements were slow and deliberate, he really wanted to make this worth it, using the slickness forming at the tip to lubricate his movements. Letting his head fall back, he let out a low groan as his eyes fluttered closed. As they did this, he found his mind drifting to the idea of someone else touching him like this. He could picture their face, those beautiful blue eyes, the shape of his lips... He could even hear his voice... 

Wait. He could literally hear his voice. 

Eye flashing open, he quickly became aware of the presence within his room and with a sharp curse, he pulled the covers over his lower half out of embarrassment.

He had known this was a bad idea from the moment they had entered those dark waters. The familiar scent had hit him like a brick and despite his none too subtle pleas to convince the woman to turn back she had insisted on pushing forward with their mission. And so, he had stuck closer to her than ever, hovering just by her side and nervously glancing back at any muted noise that reached them in the darkness. If they were quiet enough, perhaps they wouldn’t be spotted. But alas, even he knew deep down that that was too much to hope for and as the first spear soared over their heads he forced the woman to duck as titan weapon split the rock behind them in two. The creature to which that weapon belonged to surged forward, all thirty feet of it staring them down as it roared out. But perhaps the most shocking aspect of it, was that it carried the same markings upon its flesh as Moss himself did.

Thinking little more than for Cthara’s safety, Moss gave her a rough shove, pushing her towards one of the smaller crevasses of the rocks to hide in or at least find an advantage while he swam away to more open water; urging the beast to follow him. And it did, like an animal blind to anything but the hunt, only pausing to grab its spear as at moved with incredible speed towards him. 

The skirmish that took place then seemed to last forever, though chances were it only lasted a few short moments. Moss, a creature known for his size, was completely dwarved by this beast as it circled him. He prepared his claws, lunging forward as he slashed and bit at the beast, looking for its most vulnerable parts. In turn, it slashed and stabbed back. The battle was nothing like between two trained warriors, but more like two animals intent on watching the other draw their last breath. Blood filled the water, a cloud of dark red dispersing from them as each of them growled and snarled. Had it not been for the clever throw of one of Cthara’s daggers, surely it would have lasted forever. With the dagger buried in the beast’s tail and momentarily distracting it, Moss could deliver the killing blow. With his jaws widening, he took his opponent’s neck between his sharp teeth and clamped down, tearing out what he could. 

Immediately, the beast scrambled back, clutching at its neck with a choked cry as its tail thrashed and crushed the rocks beneath it. Swinging out, its tail struck Moss, sending him into a cliffside, where he slipped down to the ocean floor, sand pushing out under him. He lay there, limp and bleeding as the behemoth disappeared off one of the ocean’s ledge; the last thing either of them could see was its large tail disappearing into the darkness.

The pain in Moss’ body was unreal, the salt in the water stinging his wounds as his gills expanded and contracted quickly with each shuddering breath he took. This was bad. The water around him felt even colder than when they had first arrived. And he was feeling so tired now. But then he heard her voice. Cthara... She was safe then. That was good. That meant that he could relax. The worst of it was over. A little while longer and she would be out of these waters.

Don’t.... Eyes.... Stay with me!

His dark eyes flickered to her, she was so close and yet she sounded so far away. What was that look on her face? If he didn’t know any better he’d say she was worried about him. He opened his mouth in attempts to tease her, but found himself choking on his own breath. He was covered in deep slashes across his tail and chest that still bled angrily into the water around him. Reaching a hand out to her, he grabbed her arm gently before turning it to inspect it. 

“Good...” He finally mumbled, thankful that there appeared to be no injuries on her as his head fell back again, eyes threatening to close “You’re good...”. 

God he was so tired.

The time it had taken to get from the slaver’s caravan to the very depths of the castle of Camelot was a blur. First, the young man was being struck with a thick whip for refusing to answer his new ‘master’s’ orders and next he was running close behind a single man as he cut each of them down. The people of this world were so strange and it helped him even less that he couldn’t understand what any of them were saying to him. But what he could understand was the look in the knight’s eyes when he had first seen him. Anger, disgust and concern. And now, as the man looked back as they snuck into one of the hidden side entrances, he could see the kindness in them. This man, for whatever reason, genuinely wanted to help him. He had even given him his cloak, slipping it around his shoulders to hide his wounds from the world as they walked and to keep him warm. 

The Pixi kept close, moving only when instructed to and stopping to keep out of sight from anyone that might see and question his appearance. On the single occassion that he very nearly was caught, Gwaine was quick in sending them packing with a few simple statements before turning to Aerrid with a grin and saying those words.

It's amazing what a little investment can get you in these walls

The Pixi didn’t understand what exactly he had said, but judging by the way the man had spoken in tone and held himself, he gathered he was a figure of some importance within the castle. And yet despite that, he had helped him. How confusing. He stepped into the next room with him, noting the menagerie of different scents and holding a hand over his sensitive nose. It smelled like an infirmary, even if it didn’t particularly look like one. And sitting at one of the benches was a much older man that Aerrid looked at with slightly distrustful eyes. He looked back as Gwaine closed the door to the room, walking carefully with bare feet as he was guided to a small chair to sit. Dark red eyes glanced up to the older man again, his shoulders hunching like that of a small animal attempting to make themselves look smaller.