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brickmvster · 3 months

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please don't go (i'll eat you whole) | Leon Kennedy x Reader

synopsis: You make love to Leon before he leaves you.

word count: 1,906

warnings/tags: leon kennedy x fem reader, established relationship, smut with feelings, angst, pre-spain or just pre-mission in general, some light fluff if you squint kinda (i'm sorry), p in v sex/penetrative sex, unprotected sex, aftercare

author's note: i'm gonna be honest. i am a little nervous. more so than usual bc this is my first time writing for leon! i love him so much, he's definitely one of my comfort characters, and i wanted to write something angsty but also kinda bittersweet like this for a loooong time and i finally got around to it. i really hope you guys enjoy, comments are always appreciated <3 this has been proofread more than once, but just in case, any and all mistakes are mine! also, just fyi, i wrote this with re4r leon in mind, but you can imagine whichever leon floats your boat if you really want to lol.

p.s. it's not written in here but pls pee after sex 😭

minors do not interact, please and thank you!

You clung to him for dear life; as if he was going to disappear in front of your very eyes.

You were above him, peering down into his deep eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together in pleasure and his lips, which were currently rosy and swollen after the frequent kisses you had given them, were ever so slightly parted as soft groans emerged from his throat. His large hands never stayed still for longer than a minute – he gripped your waist before sliding them down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh before moving them up toward your breasts, squeezing gently, before bringing them back to your waist, where he helped with guiding your languid movements. You moved your hips like an expert, riding him as if you’d never have the chance to again.

With the rain pattering against the window and a sliver of moonlight filtering through the room, it was almost like a scene from an erotic novel. The room carried the scent of sweat and sex and was filled with the noises that spilled from your lips non-stop. You didn’t even know how much time had passed – but you knew it was late. You knew Leon had to be up in the morning. But you wanted to prolong this moment with him for as long as possible. Leon wanted to as well, as every time he got you close to your peak, he slowed down, dragging out your orgasm in a way that was almost painful, but you enjoyed every second of it.

You were growing tired, your legs beginning to shake as your rhythm became a bit off-kilter.

“Leon…” You moaned, his name coming out so softly it almost wasn’t audible. But Leon, ever so attentive, heard you loud and clear, and he knew what you were trying to tell him.

He flipped you over with ease, while he was still inside of you, spreading your legs further apart and starting up a steady pace. All you could do was grip the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he drilled into that spot that made you see stars. He wasn’t aggressive or rough, but his thrusts were certainly hard-hitting and relentless, and you knew you only had a few minutes.

At some point, you closed your eyes as you tried to focus on your impending orgasm, feeling as if you were in a complete haze – but Leon’s voice pierced through your foggy mind.

“Please look at me.” He said, his low voice sounding a bit strained and even a little desperate; who were you to deny him of what he wanted?

It took a momentous amount of effort, but eventually you were able to open your eyes and keep them open, looking up at him. Leon lowered himself a little, allowing you to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. The slightly different position made his thrusts feel even deeper, and you cried out into his neck, your fingers going into his shaggy blonde hair.

“Keep looking at me. Please.” He said softly, and so you did, maintaining eye contact with him the best you could as he continued to piston his hips into you. Suddenly, Leon was becoming blurry; you could feel the wetness on your face as tears began to fall. Leon often made you cry during sex – he was a fucking god in bed after all and usually made you feel so good that he’d leave you sobbing from the intense pleasure after multiple orgasms. And while that was definitely the reason you were crying now, you also knew that there was an underlying reason for your tears. Leon knew the other reason, too.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked you sweetly, still keeping up his quick pace. All you could do was nod fervently, digging your nails into his back. He always loved when you did that.

“Yeah? My sweetheart is gonna cum for me?” He urged, and the pet name that rolled off of his tongue only made matters worse.

“Fuck, Leon–please, give it to me.” You said, your voice trembling. You felt all of the telltale signs. There was a tight coil forming in your lower stomach, ready to pop like a balloon. Leon could sense this, could hear it in your voice and could feel it in the way your pussy was squeezing around his cock. He raised himself just a bit, lowering his hand down between your legs, using his thumb to rub your clit in circular motions while he continued thrusting.

Leon’s name emerged from your throat so loudly that you even drowned out the rain. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back rising off the bed in a beautiful arch, your climax hitting you in waves. You felt like you were in heaven, the tears falling even more freely from your eyes now. Leon just ogled at you like you were a work of art. In his mind, you were.

He was also close, and mere seconds after your orgasm his own came crashing down on him too. With a few more sloppy thrusts he found himself stilling inside of you, his release filling you to the brim. The feeling of being so full of him was one that you would never grow tired of.

Eventually, you came down from your peak, your limbs feeling like heavyweights. All you could do was lay there and cry some more, letting every single emotion overtake you completely, your sobs shaking your entire body. Leon was comforting you in an instant, pulling out gently and lying next to you, allowing you to bury your head into his chest. The two of you laid like that for several minutes, with Leon cradling your head and rubbing your back.

You did calm down after some time passed, and that’s when Leon tried to get up, but you clung to him again.

“Please don’t go.” You said, your voice small and hoarse. “Don’t go, Leon, please.”

“I just wanna clean you up, okay?” Leon replied, wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You didn’t even care that his cum was leaking out of you and making your thighs a mess – you just wanted him to stay by your side. But you knew he was just trying to take care of you, so you reluctantly released him.

Leon kissed your cheek before getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. While you waited for him, you tried to keep your eyes open. You didn’t want to sleep, because falling asleep meant that morning would come quicker, and truthfully you didn’t want the morning to come at all. You knew it would be coming no matter what, though – but goddamn it, you tried to prolong it the best you could, even when your eyelids were growing heavier by the second.

Leon came back, now clothed in his boxers (that you didn’t even notice he had thrown back on), a small washcloth in hand, and a glass of water that he set on the bedside table. He pushed your legs apart yet again and wiped you clean, touching you so gently as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. It only made your heart grow fonder. You were going to miss these moments of tenderness.

He made you sit up, just enough so you could drink the water that he had prepared for you. You took a small sip, to which Leon encouraged you to “drink a bit more, sweetheart,” so you did, and when he was pleased, the glass returned to its spot on the bedside table, and shortly after he was crawling underneath the comforter with you.

The warmth of the comforter and Leon’s body next to yours made it even more difficult for you to stay awake. Leon saw you struggling, catching the way you would doze off and then immediately wake yourself back up.

“Please, rest.” He muttered into your hair. You hugged him tighter.

“Do you have to go?” You asked him, even though you knew the answer.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Was all Leon could say in response.

You felt a lonely tear roll down your cheek yet again. But you were far too exhausted to cry some more. Instead, you sat up, looking at Leon intently. He returned your direct eye contact, sitting up himself to lean against the headboard and match your height.

“Promise me,” You started, holding out your hand. Without hesitation, Leon held it, locking your fingers together and giving your hand a slight squeeze.

“Promise me you’ll come back home.” You asked him, like you always did before he left for a mission. Every single time, he would give you the same answer.

“I promise.” He replied firmly. You knew deep down that asking Leon to make promises like this was unrealistic. He never fully understood what he was getting himself into until he arrived at the mission location – and you knew that despite his skills as a trained government agent, accidents always happened, and there was no way to know when things would go awry when he’s out in the middle of nowhere. But hearing him utter those two words before he left eased your worries just enough.

Trusting Leon was always easy.

“I love you.” You said softly, fitting back into Leon’s side perfectly, like you belonged there.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Leon replied, before tilting your chin up with two gentle fingers and kissing you with a fiery passion. You two lazily kissed each other until sleep started pulling you into its dark embrace. You didn’t fight it this time, resting your head on Leon’s chest and drifting away to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

The next morning, the two of you shared one last breakfast. You mostly sat in comfortable silence. You asked a couple questions about the mission, but didn’t get straight answers – it was confidential. You knew that already but always liked to ask questions anyway.

Right as Leon was about to walk out of your door, you stopped him. You took a few moments just to stare at him – he was as handsome as the day you fell in love with him.

You brushed some hair out of his face, kissing him slowly, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours for these last few minutes. When you pulled away, you were sporting a warm smile, feeling your eyes sting as tears threatened to spill. You kept them at bay.

“Don’t you dare–” You paused, your trembling lips making it difficult to speak. When you collected yourself, breathing in and out, you continued.

“Don’t you dare ruin this jacket. I love it on you.” You said, referring to the brown leather jacket that Leon had bought himself recently and was currently wearing. He had a tendency to ruin clothing items on his missions, and you hoped this one would survive.

Leon chuckled. The sound immediately filled you with warmth. You were going to miss that sound; God knows how long you’d have to go without hearing it everyday.

“Copy that.” Leon replied, a laugh bubbling out of your throat.

You shared one more embrace. The final hug was one the both of had trouble ending. But it had to come to an end eventually.

And then, Leon was gone. All that was left was a memory.

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gyu-effect · 1 month

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hi! for the 1k event seungkwan and pink please!!

PAIRING || Seungkwan x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 0.5k

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“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” you whispered, resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. seungkwan wrapped his arm around you as he hummed in response. “yeah. so, so pretty.”

you watched the soft white clouds drift against the pink sky, the sun setting somewhere far in the horizon. it was such a pretty sight and seungkwan felt so nice and warm sitting right next to you that you were sure you were in heaven.

you felt seungkwan rub small circles on your elbow and you sighed, causing him to look at you. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing. just…thank you for all this.” you whispered, smiling softly at him. you could swear you saw a faint shade of pink dust his cheeks before he deadpanned at you and said, “what do you mean? i didn’t do this for you. i just wanted to escape my house so i made an excuse to my mom that i was taking you out on a date because of how much she loves you.”

“hmm. is that so? in that case it’s okay if i call vernon over right? the three of us can just watch the sky together like how we used to do-”

“no.” he said swiftly, pressing a quick kiss on your lips. “all the time the three of us star gazed, i was dying to sneak you off so that it's just the two of us. there’s no way i’m losing this opportunity to be alone with my girlfriend.”

you laughed at him as you cupped his cheeks, kissing the small pout that had formed on his lips. “vernon is going to be mad at us. even when he is with us, he is third wheeling.”

“it’s okay, we’ll make it up to him. if anything, i think he hated it more when the two of us kept giving each other hints but were too scared to ask each other out instead.”

“oh yeah.” you laughed at the memory. “he has been a great friend, to be honest. especially the time he finally convinced both of us to confess to each other, right on the same day.”

seungkwan shifted beside you as he widened his eyes. “no, i mean! what was i supposed to do if my pretty best friend all of sudden whips out my favourite flowers and confesses to me when i literally had my own bouquet for you hiding behind my back!”

“i’m so sorry! but you were so cute, it was totally worth it.” you gushed, pressing your lips against his again. this time, seungkwan wrapped an arm around your waist to not let you go, causing the two of you to fall back on the ground, but neither of you cared.

finally when you were out of breath, he broke away from the kiss, gazing at you fondly. “you know you’re the most beautiful thing right now, right?”

your eyes playfully darted from his face to the pink sky etched above the two of you. “sure.”

“y/n! say it back!”

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theroseredreaper · 4 months

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Hi! I heard about you from Ry-Ry’s recommendations! I’ve read some of your stuff and it seems really amazing! I’d like to have a piece of your work!

Could I have a Malleus and reader just watching the starry night skies, but Malleus is watching the stars in the reader’s eyes? I love him sm 💕💕 if not, completely understand! Don’t worry!

I’ll be reading your future posts! You have my support! 💕💕💕💕💕

(Main blog is @minimallyminnie, not this one by the way, in case I ever tag you in anything)

Stargazing (Malleus x Reader)

(A/N): I’m sorry it took so long to get to your request! I’m glad you like my writing!!! 🥰 Thank you for your support and mutual love for Malleus! I love him just as much, and your request inspired me greatly! I hope you enjoy!!

Reader is implied to be the player character/the prefect. Reader is written as someone who hasn’t had the chance to see the stars before.

“I must confess, sometimes I miss being able to see the stars while here at Night Raven College. As nocturnal fae make up the majority of the castle staff, there is little need for the halls to be lit at night. I often had a clear view of the stars from my bedroom window, when it wasn’t storming or cloudy.”

Malleus’s eyes were fixed on the sky above as you sat side by side on Ramshackle’s porch, your eyes fixed on his face as he spoke, hands just shy of touching each other. The two of you were weakly illuminated by the dim porch light, awake far beyond curfew. Malleus’s visits were always worth the cost of your sleep, in your opinion, though.

Tonight, he seemed wistful as he looked up at the sky.

“Do you feel homesick, when you look up at the sky?”

He smiles, a gentle tug of lips that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so focused on him.

“At times.” His eyes shift from the night sky as his head turns to meet your gaze. “Do you?”

You shake your head, thoughts scattering for a moment as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“No. Even in another world, the sky is the same no matter where I go. It’s comforting, in a way, to be honest. But…”

Now you were the one looking up at the sky, cloudless and dark, faintly illuminated by the school building in the distance.

“I’ve never really had the chance to see the stars, actually. I’ve always lived in places with too many lights to see them.”

His lips parted for a moment as he blinked, his eyes turning to follow yours to look at the school building as he turned over that confession in his mind.

“I suppose as a diurnal species, the constant need for light during the night means that you cannot see the stars as you please.”

You nod, pulling your fingers from his just a bit to idly play with his hand.

“It’s kinda a shame, honestly. I guess it can’t be helped, but…I’d love to be able to see them one day.” You slot your hands back together, eyes glancing up to meet his for a moment before glancing away again just as quickly. “Especially the view in Briar Valley.”

Malleus gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes seeming to glow as he gives you another smile. “You need only say when.”

The two of you lapsed into a content silence, pressing shoulder to shoulder as you both returned to looking up at the blank night sky, your joined hands a warm anchor in this dream-like bubble.

“Hm…would you join me, to some place further than our usual walk?” You look up at him, question dying on your tongue when faced with Malleus leaning into your space much closer than was good for your heart, his eyes aglow with excitement. “I know of a place here, with a clear view of the stars. I can take us right now, if you’d like.”

You had to take a moment to swallow, struggling to remember how to turn your thoughts into coherent speech. In the end, you can only manage a nod, ready to to stand, when Malleus grins and withdraws his hand from yours to quickly wrap his arm around your waist, tugging you close into his side. His murmuring into your ear to close your eyes is the only warning you get before his magic flashes and you feel weightless, Malleus’s arms around you the only support you have. You slowly open your eyes tentatively when you feel his feet settle on the ground just as the smell of the ocean hits your nose, and you can’t help the gasp that escapes you as you take in the sight before you.

“It’s beautiful, Malleus!” you whisper, leaning against him in your attempt to take in everything. To talk any louder would feel as though it would shatter this private moment with him.

Before you lay a blanket of stars, brightly indistinct like fluffy clouds of blue and purple, white and pink. They were so brilliantly plentiful that they were as though a master painter had created his magnum opus, a painting that one would never tire of looking at. You had no idea the night sky could be so colorful, or that the ocean waves and sandy shore could glitter like this under the glow of the moon and stars.

“It is,” he agreed, but his response came distractedly late. His eyes were much too focused on observing the stars that were reflected in your eyes as you looked up at them with open awe, a quiet smile on his face. He would have never thought he’d find a view he loved even more than looking up at the stars back home, before he met you.

“You saw skies like this all the time back home, huh?”

He hummed in another distracted response to your question. Curious to see if he was as in awe of the stars as you were, you turned your face to look at him, only to find his eyes already meeting yours. The surprise left you breathless.

“It’s a sight I’ll never tire of,” he says, the words so quiet that they would’ve been stolen by the sound of the waves cresting upon the shore if he hadn’t been holding you so close.

His eyes continued to remain fixed on yours.

Your lips part, an attempt to form a response, thoughts scattered and trying to not be further distracted by the way his eyes followed the movement of your lips.

“Can…” you hide your face against his shoulder, hiding from his tender gaze. “...can we come and watch the stars again soon? Just the two of us?”

The corners of his eyes crinkle in delight, nudging you with his shoulder to look up at him. As soon as you peeked at him, face warm with embarrassment, he took the opportunity to quickly press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’d love nothing more.”

(A/N): Once again, sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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circesays · 2 years

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Oli didn’t know what to do.

This was actually pretty normal for Oli, TheOrionSound, local Strong Boi™, slayer of dragons, master of the Olipeoligo and Pretty Neat Bard.

(Pretty normal for Oli, who held an Orb in his hands and emerged from the depths changed.)

“But never had this courageous man run into a situation like this,” the oldest Emperor murmured, head lolling as he locked eyes with his friend captor.

The goblin across from him, with skin as green as an olive and ears that moved and tilted with every sound echoing from the caves, scowled back. His arms were crossed, his feet tapping impatiently, causing a repetitive tuk tuk tuk sound on the stones.

There was no recognition in those blue eyes.

(And Oli wept internally, because Gem looked at him and saw a stranger. Because Sausage slept above, and Pearl wouldn’t let him pass to see him. Because Fwhip held him in a cage, dangling above the cavern floor.)

(Because someone called the Sheriff was on the way, and he didn’t know if he could handle looking another friend in the eye and seeing nothing but a blank stare.)

“Fwhip,” came the call, from further within the massive cave, “Why is there a man locked in a cage? Are you stealing my brand?”

Jimmy.

Oli turned to look at the blonde, taking in the rancher cowboy outfit. Dusty hat, golden star, and a leather elytra that folded together to create the image of a badge on its edges.

(And internally, he prayed to the Orb, a habit not yet broken, that this wouldn’t be another friendship lost.)

The Sheriff approached quickly, taking in the cage and the impatient goblin with a keen eye. The lasso on his hip swung as he finally ascended to the platform above.

“No, no, never!” The goblin teased back, “Gem says that he has the dragon egg. And Sausage said-”

“Sausage is here?”

Both emperors turned to the prisoner, who’s choked, incredulous statement startled them.

“Yeah, Sausage is the ruler of Sanctuary,” Fwhip elaborated with a casual, dismissive wave of his hand. (Sausage is here. Sausage is here. Sausage is awake-) “But anyways, he said he saw a strange figure at the campsite the other day. And we did find that weird sign in the Ancient City. So we were thinking that he might just be our culprit.”

Jimmy finally locked eyes with Oli himself.

(And Oli wanted to cry again, but this time in relief, because he knew that look.)

The Sheriff shook his head with a wry grin. “Is that so?” He drawled. “In that case, I’ll take him off your hands and back to Tumble Town for questioning.”

(It was the “gosh dangit Oli, what did you do this time?” Look.)

And the goblin whined and groaned and complained, but he let them go without too much of a fuss, because watching over a prisoner was taking up a lot of time anyways.

As Oli clung to Jimmy’s back, taking in the new sights as they rode atop Arrow, he felt the Sheriff sigh.

“You know, I’m going to be honest, I don’t know who you are.”

(And Oli recoiled because no no no not another one-)

“But I know that I know you. And that you mean no harm. So I’m going to take you back to my home, and you’re going to explain how you know us, and then I’ll help you find your house okay?”

And that was all Oli needed to finally burst into tears and start wailing his woes dramatically, thanking his savior for bringing him out of that “horrible, unbearable cage,” grinning all the while.

(And Jimmy grinned too, because something had felt off, memories missing and inside jokes made with no context. Maybe this familiar stranger was the final missing piece.)

(Elsewhere, a Keeper of Lore straightened and smiled, his hands stilling and resting on a lectern.)

(“Honestly, Oli,” Pixlriffs muttered affectionately, “I was starting to think you’d never get out of that end credits screen.”)

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angelsworks · 1 year

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Dating Klaus Mikaelson

Type: Headcannon

Request: yes, however I feel I’ve taken a darker route with some of it. Hints of dark! klaus and yandere! Klaus. But I hope you like it :)

Summary: What dating Klaus Mikaelson would be like

Dating Klaus is going to be difficult to navigate for anyone. However you can plan on that being a lot more difficult depending on who you are in mystic falls.

Innocent bystander

Klaus: Normal

If you aren’t involved in any of the supernatural sides of mystic falls, then things will run a lot smoother.

It makes it easier for Klaus to introduce himself, without you knowing anything about him.

Maybe he sees you at the grill, hanging out with friends, or working there.

He’s cool and calm, extremely flirty. Expecting to sweep you off your feet immediately.

It’s happened many times before for many other women.

Yet with you it doesn’t work.

You’ve seen men like him before, flirty and kind until they’ve gotten what they want.

As attractive as he might be, you won’t let him in that easy. You can almost see through his flirting to the man hiding underneath.

It takes several more attempts before he realises being honest and vulnerable with you is the only way to get your attention.

Maybe draws you on a napkin. One from his table at the grill. It’s a rough sketch, but undeniably you.

He hands it to you at the grill, a genuine smile on his face as he explain how beautiful he finds you and that he’d like to take you out.

From there it’s dates, dates and more dates. To grand dates going to museums and restaurants, to smaller ones having a picnic in the park or midnight stroll somewhere.

You’re happy to go anywhere with him as long as he’s genuine.

You see a side to Klaus he often tries to hide. With you he can’t do that. It’s like you repel any persona he tries to put on.

And he’s thankful for it.

Eventually he’ll tell you he’s a hybrid. Although he may scale down the fact he the original hybrid and his family is the most deadly to ever exist.

Life with Klaus is sweet. He keeps you protected with various talismans and charms. He makes sure you take vervain every day.

He most likely keeps you a secret, away from supernatural activities. Only his inner most circle know about you. That being restricted to his family only.

Supernatural reader

Klaus : protective

Being supernatural yourself, you do of course know of klaus Mikaelson. You know how other tremble before his name, how the aura of death follows him and how carnage is left in his wake.

You know to avoid him to summarise.

Maybe you’re a vampire, in which case great.

Maybe you’re a werewolf, in which case even better.

Vampire

You go with friends to a party, not realising this is the Mikaelson family ball, which you definitely weren’t invited to.

You try to keep a low profile , staying away from said family.

That becomes increasingly hard when the hybrid himself asks for a dance.

Despite your senses, you accept. Dancing the night away. The two of you talk over your interests and history . Sharing the best and worst stories from your vampirism.

Towards the end of the night he takes you outside. He shows you the stars and points out some constellations.

He asks you out there and then.

If you accept, you’ve made him a happy hybrid.

If you decline, things may get interesting.

While he’s not above compelling you to stay with him, he’ll try to resist.

Instead compelling your friends to change your opinion of him.

Next time he asks he’ll be sure you won’t say no.

Werewolf

This is a situation Klaus can exploit.

Maybe he finds you while hunting werewolves with Stefan.

He sees the fear in your eyes and his ego inflates. While he enjoys it, part of him wants you to look past that.

You watch as he mercilessly attempts to hybridise your pack mates, failing with everyone.

For some reason he keeps you. Takes you with him back to mystic falls.

When he’s sure he can make his hybrids work.

He turns you.

Being sired to him makes it hard to resist his advances.

He likes to keep you close at every opportunity.

Sometimes going as far to keep you on his lap during each and every meeting. Be it with friends, family or enemies.

Earning you the nickname ‘The hybrids Lapdog’

Witch

Maybe he comes across your coven while needing witchy services.

His eyes are drawn to you in an instant and he singled you out.

He chooses you to be his own personal spell caster

Being part of his every scheme brings the two of you close.

You become his confidant so to speak. Giving him advice on his problems.

In exchange for your services he houses, clothes and feeds you. Taking care of your every need.

Being in such close proximity leads you to seeing a side to the hybrid not many do.

It leads him to seeing you as more than disposable.

It leads him to asking you out.

And who are you to deny him?

Inner circle

Klaus: obsessive

You’ve always been apart of the Scooby gang. Maybe your someone’s sibling or just a friend.

There isn’t anything supernatural about you. You have just always been close with the group.

But you can be sure you know how awful klaus has been to your friends.

Terrorising teenagers for fun it seems

You don’t agree with anything he’s done, but your friends make you biased.

You meet klaus for the first time after being kidnapped by him.

His plan is to take you and compel you, turning you into a double agent.

When he realises your on vervain, he has no choice but to wait it out. He has his minions watch you while you’re locked in his manor.

To say you put up a fight would be an understatement.

By the second day your voice is hoarse from screaming. It gets to a point where his siblings are complaining about all the noise.

He has no choice but to interact with you more. Telling you how much he sees your defiance as an inconvenience.

It only enrages you more. Making you scream bloody murder that it’s you that’s been inconvenienced.

He finds it funny. How such a weak being can have so much fire.

Over the next few days he makes it his job to bring you food and water, clothes, whatever you need.

He wants to interact with you as much as possible rather than leaving it to his minions.

Before sending you back he of course compels you.

Over the next couple of weeks he meets you in secret, making you give away valuable information regarding your group.

He takes you out on dates, getting to know you. Without compulsion.

Despite what he’s done he’s been nothing but kind to you so you know

When the time comes he takes you on a final date to the grill. Your friends see you together and put two and two together.

He foils their current plan with knowledge only the inside circle knows.

They accuse you of working with Klaus. To which you deny of course.

Everyone turns their backs on you, which drives you into klaus’ arms.

He has successfully killed two bird with one stone and you don’t even realise.

When he asks you to go to New Orleans with him, you have no reason to say no.

He’s isolated you from your friend and stopped anyone getting in his way of courting you.

You never find out or course. That would ruin the paradise he’s created for the both of you.

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random-introverted-blog · 5 months

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I suppose you want to hear about...

Me! Hi!

So first things first, what is this blog? Despite this name, it's actually Not a Shadowheart exclusive BG3 blog. The name is just a play on a joke I made with some friends that there is a DEEP lack of Dark Justiciar Shadowheart and Dark/Jealous/Possessive content for her. While I, of course, get and love our precious, wholesome Selunite baby, there's a lot of untapped potential for her Sharran Side. There's already a whole post I made on why I think you can definitely pull off a Yandere/Obsessive Shadowheart if you're interested. Can find that post Here, if you're interested.

This blog will be

Astarion and Shadowheart focused. BG3 blog maybe a random aside thought?

Not everything will be Yandere/Dark

I would like to be heralded as a Meme Queen, thank you

YES, I write fanfiction too, there's no escaping us.

I have SO many prompts/ideas/drabbles to share with you guys too

Maybe an opinion or such, like the Yandere Shadowheart post

Requests? Don't trust myself to do them in a timely manner. Suggestions of things to write? All for those, hmu girlies

I write a longfic on AO3 called I Want To Live. You can find me... Here!

I also now write a story called His Star - His Queen and that can be found... Here! Or if you prefer to continue reading on Tumblr I have a master page I call the Chapter Index and the link can be found... Here!

My Tumblr name is different from my AO3. I have yet to transplant my drabbles to my AO3 but if you want to stalk and stare at the relative void of my page, you can find me Here! My name there is A Random Introvert.

My inbox is open in case you guys aren't aware. There's really no limit on what you could send in that I won't reply to.

My Masterlist can be found here!

If I'm perfectly honest?

I'm actually a Spawn!Astarion simp more

ALRIGHT PUT DOWN THE PITCHFORKS I'M JUST BEING TRANSPARENT HERE.

But I've always had a weakness for dark romance, yandere content, obsessive/possessive/jealous content, and Ascended!Astarion has that in SPADES. So does Sharran!Shadowheart and DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart just saying.

Hence why the profile picture and banner feature Astarion and Shadowheart. This blog is for both of them, as I simp both.

Now not to come across condescending or anything, I know most people are aware what a yandere is. But just in case there are some newbies/uninitiated in this sacred, unholy character trope. Never want people to feel awkward or unwelcome or even ashamed they don't know something.

There are many other tropes that tend to be interwoven into a yandere. It's hardly ever their only trait. You can learn the rest by reading that, and your own research.

Look, I may be a Spawn!Astarion simp but I'm very staunch in my belief.

This is above all a No Judgement - No Shame blog

We can all enjoy ascended Astarion or Obsessive Shadowheart or whoever else you want to make a dark character. We can, because we can all acknowledge that no one in a healthy frame of mind would actually want to be with a Yandere in real life. But here, in text and words, we can enjoy it for what it is. A fantasy. I have a partner (hi babe) who is the complete antithesis of a yandere. I am actively writing a double Yandere electric boogaloo fic on AO3. Which they actively read and I talk about often. Doesn't change that I want a healthy relationship. And if I ever got a hint that they were recreating the scenes I was writing, I would ***SPOILERS*** drop faster than Shadowheart's parents when she kills them that's dark and I'm not sorry nor feel bad for it ***END SPOILERS**

That said; I welcome you to this little blog of mine and wish to be welcomed to this fandom if you would let me.

I think we're going to have a lot of fun together

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pitifulbaby · 10 months

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uncharted waters

summary: being a prince wasn’t what Steve wanted, he wanted adventure in the sea. he wanted freedom from the strict life he was given, he wanted to be himself and not the royalty that was bestowed upon him.

pairings: Prince!Steve x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

warnings: depiction of boat crash and fire, steve has big feelings

a/n: i’m gonna be honest in the fact that i have been trying to write this ever since i saw the live action little mermaid which was in may. maybe ill write more for this or maybe i wont it just depends on my brain and if people like this? anyways, enjoy! 4.4k words

The whirling of the wind was a constant on the ocean, which was wonderful in getting a boat across the open waters to and fro its destinations. The hum of the waves and buzzing of the winds mixed beautifully, the occasional squawk of a seagull here and there depending on just how close you might be to the shore.

To some, being on a ship was terrifying, the rocking back and forth as well as not knowing just what was in the deep blue this giant piece of wood was moving across. It was a horrifying idea, especially when you think just how deep the ocean is. Who truly knows what is lurking deep, deep down?

But to Steve Harrington, the sea was his favorite thing. The thrill of sailing was intoxicating, there seemed to never be a dull moment with his crew. The Prince knew he probably shouldn’t enjoy being on the ship as much as he did, but could you blame him? He knows he should be thankful to be born into royalty, he was given a world many could only dream of. But at what cost?

Sure he had the world at his fingertips, but only to a point. He had rules after rules to follow, his clothing had to be pristine at all times, no slouching- the list goes on and on. The one time he felt himself was out at sea, the breeze in his hair and spray of water against his tanned, freckled skin made him feel alive.

King Matthew Harrington and Queen Doris were off to some other kingdom for ‘business’ but Steve knew it was just a glorified vacation away from their own home. His parents enjoyed being rulers, but they didn’t enjoy the working part of it.

So that's why they seemed to always be away doing their work, or, lack of it.

The work was then placed on their son, Prince Steve. Steve was still in his late teens and already had the weight of the kingdom placed upon his shoulders. The Kingdom was smaller than the neighboring ones, the palace built upon the shorelines of Hawkins, overlooking the sea.

Though the Prince was old enough to look after himself, he was still placed in the care of his majordomo and confidant whenever his parents were gone- which was most of the time. Jim, or as he is referred to as Hopper, is a hulking figure of a man, around the age of Steve’s parents. He was hard headed, but never cruel. Steve had more of a father son relationship with Sir Hopper than he does with his own.

The day was gone, leaving dark skies with shimmering stars and a big moon in its wake. Upon the royal ship was Steve and his crew, one of his crewmates- and closest friends Robin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to celebrate the male's birthday by sailing out, light some fireworks off and just have a bit of fun. So that's what they decided to do for his 19th birthday.

Laughter filled the top deck of the ship, cups were filled with drinks, the atmosphere was light and happy. It was something Steve needed, he didn’t feel like a prince in the moment, he simply felt like a teenage boy.

Unbeknownst to anyone upon the ship, they were being watched. Not in a bad way, but curious eyes seemed to be glued to the rowdy crew. In the water was you, a creature of the sea, a mermaid.

Attached to the side of the ship were lifeboats in case of emergencies, hoisted right above the water. You had managed to hoist yourself into one of the boats, the railings of the ship had arches at the bottom of them so you were able to look in, eyes wandering across the group. The only way you would be seen was if someone was looking for you.

All you have known was life under the ocean, because that's all you were shown. Your father was very strict about the surface world, but why is it always the things we can’t have, become the things we are most interested in?

You were never allowed to venture off far, never get close to any other humans, never this and never that. Like Steve you just wanted more but you were glued to these rules. You couldn’t step a toe- in your case, fin, out of line. But that didn’t stop your curiosity, it seemed that since you couldn’t have it, the urge for it was stronger.

But today seemed to be the closest you have ever gotten to another human other than your father, sure you have swam to the surface but that was only to visit father, but never were you this close to anyone else. People were odd to you in a sense, but they were absolutely fascinating. They seemed to lose things rather easily, which sucked for them but earned a hyperfixation for you and the lost objects. Hidden in your grotto was a plethora of odd findings, things that you didn’t know the names of so you gave them your own.

Those thoughts seemed to slip away as you admired the crew, eyes wide and full of wonder. You knew you shouldn’t be here, you knew that if you were seen you would get caught and who knows what they would do. Your father told you that humans were ruthless, told you gruesome stories to try and get you from losing interest in humans.

But they were just so fascinating, and they made such odd and amazing things!

Your hands rested against the side of the ship, resting against it to try and see further into the boat. You just wanted to observe, see how they lived. But, you were caught, luckily though, not by a human. A creature seemed to notice you, a rather big and fluffy one at that. If you remembered correctly it was a dog that sensed you. With a wagging tail and paws padding against the wood, the animal trotted over to you.

Luckily no one noticed, yet. You couldn’t help the quiet laugh that slipped past your lips, the dog sticking its face through the opening and sniffing your outstretched hand before licking you. Moving your hand slowly you let your fingers run through the fur. The texture of the animal was odd, the fur absorbing the water from your hands. But the dog didn’t seem to mind the drops of water, too distracted by the mermaid.

“Dart! C’mon boy, you’re gonna get stuck.” A voice soon called out, as the voice rings through, you quickly duck down and move away from the opening of the railing.

You were hidden from their view, but you could still see them. A tall gruff man shoos the dog, whom you have found out is named Dart, away from the opening.

“Dart, you getting into trouble?” This time the words were spoken by a different voice, his voice calm as he spoke to the dog. Shifting in the boat you moved your head and caught a glimpse of who was speaking. He was a tall male, though not as tall as the one before him. Fluffy dark hair, and he adorned a flowy white shirt, tucked into a pair of trousers with a deep blue vest over the shirt, finished off with a sash around his waist. His smile was wide, sun kissed skin and soft freckles gracing his features.

He was breathtaking. The sight of him caused your interest to somehow be more peeked, keeping a close eye on the boy who seemed not much older than you.

The crew soon was moving their attention to one of the crew members. Her hair was short- not even touching the tops of her shoulders. Her attire was similar to the pretty males, but she ditched the vest and her clothes weren’t as pristine as his. With a laugh she was moving to a large object draped with fabric, hiding whatever it was.

She then hopped on top of a crate next to the object- a little clumsy with her actions before she was raising her cup high and smacking the side of the metal with a spoon a few times. The clanking caused laughter from the crew, Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes with a laugh at her antics. “As we all know our lovely-” the last word was said with a fake gag, “Prince Steve is finally turning nineteen!” Her voice was a bit low with a natural rasp.

Her hands waved when she spoke, some of the liquid in her cup splashing onto one of the other crew members, he looked to be the youngest of them all. “Seriously, Robin?” He questioned, his words having a faint lisp to them. “Sorry Dustin,” She said with a fake glare to the younger boy.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” She passes her cup and spoon off to someone else, “Since it is his birthday, we have all decided on getting you a gift!” Robin exclaims, biting back a laugh that has a deeper undertone. Steve’s brows furrow, leaning back against the railing as his eyes stay glued to the crew he calls his closest friends.

Robin is stifling a laugh, her hands closing around the fabric hiding the large item. “Are you ready for the greatest gift of all, Prince Steve?” Robin’s words were spoken in a teasing manner, the prince simply sighs, nodding slowly. “I fear I don’t have much of a choice.” Steve spoke with a fake sadness. Robin’s smile was mischievous, tightening her grasp on the cotton. With a quick pull the fabric was ripped away, the material snapping into the wind with a ‘whoosh!’ sound. The gift was finally unveiled to be a large statue of none other than Steve Harrington, it was gray and made from stone, depicting the Prince with a proud look adorning his face, a sword in its sheath at his left hip, his left hand against said hip and his right hand reaching across his chest and torso to rest against the hilt of the sword.

The ship goes silent as everyone stays still, gaze shifting from the statue and the actual person. The only sound is the wind and the crashing of the waves. Suddenly Steve lets out a laugh and the crew follows suit. Hopper placed his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter.

Steve was rather nervous to receive his birthday gift, only for the fact that he feels like he has every materialistic item he could have. It wasn’t unusual for the young maidens of neighboring kingdoms to send gifts to Steve, he is a young, handsome bachelor who is a Prince, an heir to a throne. So of course women and even the occasional man will send their finest gifts with a letter in hopes of wooing the male and land themselves a seat in the royal family.

His face is flushed in embarrassment as he stares at the large statue, his hand going over his mouth. He lets his hand fall back to his side after a moment, opening his mouth and closing it- he did so a few times as he tried to come up with what to say. “We had it commissioned, though we were hoping it could’ve been a wedding present, birthday seemed good enough.” Robin spoke through her laughter, stepping down from the crate.

“Hey I think it's good there isn’t a girl in the picture yet, I couldn’t imagine getting that as a wedding gift.” Dustin spoke back to Robin, causing some of the crew to let out quiet ‘oohs!’ in response to his remark. Steve simply rolls his eyes at that, turning his gaze to Hopper. The older male motioned him over, leading them to the other side of the ship while everyone else continued on with the celebration.

Unknowingly they stepped closer to the boat you were currently hiding in, pressed against the ship.

As Steve looked at Hopper he felt his eyebrows furrow at the face he was making. Jim was a stoic man, truthfully no one could ever figure out what emotion he seemed to be feeling. But when you were basically raised by the man, you learn to pick up the small differences in his features. Steve let himself lean against the railing, crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Jim to speak.

“Your parents sent a letter,-” He spoke, his words low. Steve let out a groan, throwing his head back for a moment before righting himself. “Let me guess, no ‘Happy Birthday to our wonderful and only child!’” He guessed, but it wasn’t a guess when he knew he was right. The boy couldn’t remember the last time he spent a birthday with his parents, hell, he couldn’t remember the last time they spent any sort of holiday or celebration together!

“They want to know when you will be getting married.” Hopper’s words were point blank, quick to the point and void of emotion, Steve turns around to face the railing, pressing his elbows against the wooden frame and digging the palm of his hands into his eyes. “I know you don’t want to hear this kid, but time is ticking and you do need to find someone.”

“There are plenty of women lining up-” Jim is then interrupted as Steve stands back up. “I don’t want to just settle for a wife, besides none of them want me for me. They want the royalty aspect of me.” Steve’s words are quiet, laced with pain.

“Every time I have tried to get to know someone it just- it doesn't feel right because I know there is an ulterior motive. They don’t see me for me, they see this Prince, which sure yeah I am. But I wanna be seen as Steve, not Prince Steve.” The young boy ranted, pouring out his feelings to one of the only adults that would ever listen to him.

Jim wasn’t the best at comforting, especially to Steve. The two were gifted different lifestyles but they met in the middle, two different upbringings. One was born into royalty and the other who somehow managed to become a part of a royal family.

He placed his hand on the boys shoulder, giving the younger male a small shake. “We just want you to be happy, maybe try looking harder or in other places.”

Steve simply sighs, his shoulders drooping. “When I find her, I will know. It will hit me like lightning.” His words were more for himself, trying to find comfort in his own words. “But I’m not worried about that right now, I’m still young, Hopper. I can worry about marriage later on in life. Right now I want to spend as much time out on the ocean as I can.” He said with a small smile, looking out at the water. In the distance was a bolt of lightning, the waves started to get a bit rough.

“Storms moving in fast,” Steve spoke, watching for a moment before he was soon turning to the crew.

Just moments ago everything was calm, but the waves were harsher now. There were no obvious signs that there was a storm coming, the sky was already dark from the nighttime. Everything seemed to happen fast, rain pouring down from the sky and causing the deck of the ship to be a slip and slide as everyone ran around in preparation for the storm.

Everyone was bustling around, moving around in a speedy fashion as the storm got worse by the second. Securing things down with rope, reefing the sails and climbing the netting of the masts. In simple words it was chaos as everyone tried to batten down the hatches. The waves became choppy by the second, rocking the boat hard.

Hopper had ventured to the stern of the ship to the helm, steering the ship as best he could in the weather, his eyes slanted as he tried to shield his vision from the pouring rain and the wind. But he is cut short as a huge wave crashes over the ship, slamming into the male and pushing him to the ground. Steve notices from the other side of the ship, he sees the wheel abandoned and soon he is rushing to the spinning wheel. He takes the steps two at a time, nearly sliding to the ground before he grasps the helm, planting his feet to the ground. The wheel shows much restraint, causing Steve to struggle for a moment. His eyes are trained ahead at the wild open sea, the waves rocking the ship and parting to show a boulder of rocks protruding from the water. It was planted right where the vessel was set to sail. Quickly Steve steers the wheel in the other direction, pushing with all his strength as he gets it to spin the opposite way.

For whatever reason through this all, you stayed in the lifeboat, you knew through it all it was probably a stupid idea to stay seated. But you were entranced by Steve, it was like he was the siren and you were the pirate, weakened by his enticing voice. You watched it all, watched the chaos and panic ensue as you stayed in the boat watching like a hawk. Your head whipped to the side as you noticed the rock formation, quickly diving out as the side of the life vessel you were in was the side that was destined to hit the boulder.

The ship hit the stone formation head on, the large boat hitting hard causing the front to break and splinter off, throwing objects and men off the vessel. The hanging lamps that were strung from pillar to pillar atop the ship soon came crashing down, the fire inside soon spread across the wooden ship, up the mast and to the sails.

Steve Harrington scrambled up, his eyes wide as he panted, looking out at his ship and seeing it start to engulf into flames. He once again was running down the stairs, “Lifeboats! Abandon ship!” He screamed out, motioning over the railings and into the water. “Abandon ship?” Dustin screamed back, his words laced with panic. Steve simply nodded, “Go!” He called back, watching as the crew jumped overboard into the water, the lifeboats already having been lowered down by one of the crew.

The sails, pillars and masts were crashing down, the fire was an intense blaze, the rain still pelting down heavily. Steve watched as everyone jumped out, his eyes roaming the broken ship and not seeing anyone aboard. But before he could join anyone in the lifeboats, he heard barking. “Dart,” His body whipped around, eyes scanning over the fiery ship before landing on the old english sheepdog. Dart was stuck on the stern by the steering wheel, barking as he hoped to alert someone that he was still there and stuck.

The Prince searched for a way up there, eyes frantic as he ran- jumping over ablaze wooden planks, moving rope out of his way before finally he was able to reach the dog. “It's okay, I got you,” Steve spoke to Dart, his arms curling under the belly of the dog and hoisting him up. He ran to the side of the ship, “I’m sorry bud,” He said before he had to toss him into the open water.

In one of the boats nearby was the youngest crew member, Dustin Henderson. Reaching his hand out into the water, “C’mon boy! It's okay!” He called out to the animal, watching as he paddled as fast as he could. But the dog was struggling, the waves were still choppy and rain still strong, a second later though he got faster. Under the water helping him was you, your hands pushing him up ever so to keep his head out of the water, you swam under him and helped the dog over to the boy. Once the animal was being pulled out of the sea you swam under the boat, having decided you were going to leave. But a gut feeling was telling you to stay, the top of your head and eyes peeking up over the water.

“Steve!” Jim screamed out from one of the life vessels, and all eyes were on the boy. Right as he was about to jump overboard, the ship was crashed by a wave. Causing Steve to lose balance and land on his back before being dragged by gravity down the ship before breaking through the wooden railings and into the open water.

With wide eyes you watched him plummet down, quickly diving underwater and to the wreck, surfacing as you tried to find the boy before finally seeing his lifeless body sinking fast. Once again you were back underwater.

It was much calmer under the sea, eyes trained on the prince as you swam after him. The world was much darker, everything more muffled. You know you should prefer under the water, but there was something about the outside world that was so much more interesting to you. Maybe you just lacked any social aspect other than your family and you can only talk to the sea life for so long.

Much like Steve, you felt as if you were destined for more than you were given, but you were tied down by everyone around you telling you what you should or shouldn’t do.

Once he was in reach you let one of your arms curl around his waist, pulling his back against your side as you started your swim back up to the surface. You swore you haven’t swam that fast in a while, fin slicing through the water in hopes of reaching the boy you weren’t even sure was alive in the first place. But finally you got him above the water, shifting his body close to you. He took a deep, shuddery breath the moment he could, but he was still out like a light. The adrenaline wore off and hitting the water so hard knocked him unconscious.

Holding him tight you let the waves move you both away from the wreckage, your eyes trailing to look at the damage of the ship. Pieces of wood and other objects littered the sea around you, the only light source was from the flames of the ablaze vessel that was once so lively. The moon wasn’t insight, hidden away by the dark clouds they continued to pelt down rain. Even after it helped wreak so much havoc it still showed no mercy in its doings.

The wreck happened rather far into the ocean, and by the time you managed to swim him to shore, the sun had risen and the storm was gone without a trace. The sky was clear as can be and the sun shining bright.

Getting him onto the sand was a bit of a struggle, gently laying him down onto the warm sand as the waves splashed behind you. A bit of fear encased you as you didn’t see him move, at some point the buttons on his shirt seemed to have become undone. Pressing your hand against his naked chest as you leaned your ear right above his heart. You could hear the faint beat, but he wasn’t doing anything else. Leaning back up you noticed a piece of seaweed stuck to his shirt, grabbing it and flinging it somewhere over your shoulder.

You could feel panic bubbling up, taking hold of his shoulders and shaking him gently- hoping to wake the man.

Finally he moved, well, he coughed up some water in his lungs, which was more comforting for you than it probably should be. The waves crashed against his feet and the fin of your tail, his body relaxing after his lungs were finally cleared and he could breathe normally. He was still unconscious, you let one of your hands keep you propped up while the other rested against his chest.

Quietly you hum a tune, moving your hand to rest against his cheek. Your humming turned into singing, nonsense words that were almost a plea of wishing you could be human like him and see the world. You softly turned his head towards you, noticing the cut above his eyebrow that had stopped bleeding. Your hand trails back to rest against his chest, your eyes taking in each and every small detail adorning his freckled face. You knew he was beautiful far away, but up close he was just breathtaking. Words couldn’t describe his beauty, his features were sharp but they were formed to give his face such a soft look.

As you softly sang, his hand started to move as he slowly gained consciousness. His hand moving to gently rest against yours, his eyes moving under his lids. Once again you knew you should’ve left as soon as possible, but there was this pull to him that held on tight. Slowly his eyes parted, dark brown irises meeting you. His vision was blurred, the sun was right beside your head so you were a silhouette that was slowly becoming more clear. A gentle smile pulled at your lips as your singing came to a stop. But soon the sounds of shouting could be heard from above, your head snapping to the side as you see a bundle of people bustling down the rocky mountains.

You knew they were here for the man who had let his eyes fall shut once again, and once more you were back in the water at a safe distance. The top of your head was above water, eyes peeking out as you watched the scene unfold in front of you.

“Over here!” One of the men said as they ran to the Prince, leaning down and pressing their hand against his chest. “He’s alive!” He called back, another man coming to the other side of Steve, helping hoist him up before they were off.

With eyes full of wonder you watched it all happen, hoisting yourself up onto some rocks to see better, waves slammed against the rock formation you were leaned against, water flying and splashing around you as you felt a smile pull at your face. You never made promises with yourself, if things were meant to happen they would, but you had this feeling that in this moment, something was starting now and you would fight for it.

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riseofamoonycake · 11 months

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Ciao Luna! Can I request something NSFW for Rudra x fem!Reader x Shiva? 👀

It took forever but I wanted to do my best for this request and the characters involved. How could it be otherwise? So, here is something that I hope you will love as much as I did. I cried for a long time while writing, I put my whole heart into it.

Desert Dance

🔶Pairing: Shiva x Female!reader x Rudra

🔶Warnings: mention of restraints, nudity, violence, angst

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«More than the sun, there is always the moon in our path. What do you say, Shiva?»

Following Rudra’s words, the God of Destruction interrupts his march and looks up to meet the silver hook hanging from the completely black vault: a jewel set in the dark cloth of the sky, cleaned of the stains of the clouds and also free of the glitter of the stars, intense in its depth, soft as silk. The wind barely blows, a sigh that crosses the huge expanse of sand under the feet of both and seems to lead forward, towards the shadow of the dunes that stirs in the darkness and calls to itself with a rustling, enchanting voice. The desert has just begun, and its body is already enveloping them in a deep embrace.

«Well… I’m saying we probably don’t have the slightest idea where we are. For the fourth time since the beginning of the journey.» At this statement, both deities smile in the dark, not at all worried about it or agitated: there is no hurry, because there is no real goal to reach.

All the time in the world is enclosed in their hands now.

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More than the sun, there is always the moon in our path.

How many days, how many centuries have passed since he last heard that sentence before tonight? Shiva would never be able to count them, yet he keeps every memory of that time like a treasure: immersed in the continuous flow of moments and sensations, the god sees himself as if in front of a lake with a placid surface, under which all the past stirs and flickers, and he never let it go ― least of all now that Rudra is back, and is by his side, still smiling at him.

The moon in our path. Who had said it first, during one of the many nights in which neither of them was able to rest and then the journey continued, in words, in laughter, in counting the stars which, invariably, managed to escape them and hid behind the silent Svarga? Who spoke up to make it known that no matter which way the sky turned, a light would always be above their head and shine even if they didn’t notice it… continuing to do so for both of them despite the fact that, perhaps, one day, something would happen and, after the storm, they would no longer be the same as before, nor side by side? It is not easy to go back so far: no power, no royalty, not even pride can fill certain silences or returns. You can wait for them for years, indefinitely, and in any case they will come unexpected, stronger than surrender, more destructive than stubbornness and resignation; and as much as Shiva is really trying, the words he has in his throat since he saw the Lord of Storms in front of him just don’t want to come out, as if, despite the passing of millennia, it was not yet the right time...

As if they couldn’t walk together again even if they wanted to, despite their efforts.

«Rudra…»

At that little more than a whisper, the tattooed face of the deity turns in the direction of Shiva and a pair of elongated eyes peers at him in the darkness, he realizes this despite the gaze being fixed on his four hands: completely regrown hands and arms, thanks to the healing received after the Fifth Fight of the Ragnarok, but to be honest completely new; the fingers crossed by symbols and signs seem so different from those that centuries before were loaded with promises, hopes and melancholy… these fingers have not yet had the courage to embrace the friend of an entire existence. «Let’s stop here for tonight», the God of Destruction continues at the end, his voice even deeper than usual and his tone slightly tired, «even if we can see in the dark, as soon as the sun rises we will have a better chance of understanding where we are going.»

«… Don’t tell me you already regret your choice, Chief!»

The companion’s voice is clear as a bell in the silence of the place and contains sprouts of joy, and despite everything Shiva can only smile when hearing it. «To be honest, after all the walking you’ve been making me do the thought can arise; but unfortunately for you I am not going to give up, not after you almost begged me to accompany you on your wanderings.» The god stiffens one instant as he hears Rudra’s footsteps approaching him, and the next moment a warm hand rests on his shoulder, holding him in place gently but firmly. «And you don’t know how glad I am that you accepted, Shiva», Rudra replies, before a second hand pulls his companion down, to push him to sit on the wind-cooled sand, soft and inviting.

So you too missed those moments…, thinks the head of the Hindu Pantheon with an instinctive feeling, obeying his friend’s request and sitting cross-legged in the heart of the desert, among the dunes that never stop. On another occasion he would have danced with them without a moment’s thought, following and chasing them in their coming and going; but this time he doesn’t feel like it. And it is been since the Fifth Fight that he hasn’t moved a dance step, just as he hasn’t been able to make a proper speech with the person to whom he owes everything, despite the fact that they have been on a journey for almost two weeks towards nowhere and everything, and have had more than one occasion to speak; despite having agreed to follow Rudra as soon as he asked, on the threshold of the infirmary from which he had just been discharged, even before realizing that his friend’s presence had not, after all, been just a nice dream.

Beside him, the Storm God remains silent and closes his eyes to the darkness. Everyone realizes that he would like to say something: Shiva, the desert itself, everything that surrounds them suddenly quiets down as if to entice him to speak; yet, not a word leaves the lips of the god.. It’s not time. «Tonight there are no stars… but before reaching the Arena to come and watch my best friend’s battle, I contemplated the most beautiful starry sky I’ve ever had the opportunity to see. And to think that they are the stars that shone upon us when we were only two divinities that no one knew…»

But we too, perhaps and deep down, have remained the same. You came back. Shiva isn’t sure if he really said it or if even these words got stuck in his mind, but he watches Rudra shake and stare at him, and that means yes, something escaped his mouth. But to be honest, what to say? What to regret, what to blame? If for millennia everything has remained silent, why bring it to light now and why feel the emptiness in the heart still echoing even after that important return? What is not working? You are afraid, Shiva. Now that he’s here with you, you fear losing him again. You’re not enjoying his warmth at all, because you fear he’s not real… and that he’s not for you.

«Damn…», Rudra continues, his tone suddenly sharpening, «I promised to take you to see the world I saw… and look here.»

«Well, neither of us is in a hurry. Don’t worry, everyone gets it wrong, even the ever-perfect Rudra.» Thanks to the foothold that his companion has offered him, the God of Destruction recovers energetically and removes from himself the bites of the senseless bitterness that is torturing him mercilessly. His tone becomes more mischievous and cheerful as soon as he decides to react without letting himself be devoured by tonight’s thoughts: he has had enough of them and deep inside he is afraid, afraid, so he punches his friend’s shoulder lightly and giggles. «For once, I’m not the one who failed at something…»

«And yet I know the way ahead, and I can’t understand why we ended up here… it shouldn’t even have been there, this desert.»

«Relax for a moment, I’m not really blaming you! Come on, take off that pout, I would see it even if I were completely blind», Shiva snaps up, raising his voice a little, then crouching down and leaping on the God of Storms and starting to tease his sides and belly, «and beyond everything, you know that one cannot be sad and thoughtful in my presence⁓»

«Shiva! But does it seem to you-» Among cries and laughter, Rudra manages to save himself from the hands of the other, but only to throw himself on him with the intention of responding blow by blow to the affronts perpetrated against him; and suddenly the thoughts of before seem so far, left behind with the sand slipping away under their feet as they start running after each other, oblivious to the fact that they have nowhere to go at all: two young gods who have always remained so, while everything, around them, has changed.

Who knows, who knows what the truth is.

Unbeknownst to them, the desert silently observes and drinks in all their sensations and words, every step further, every whisper towards its heart; holds back the many, heavy traces they leave behind and passes them on to you, who until now have waited without making a sound, wrapped in darkness like a pulsating shroud and completely invisible to the eyes of both, despite the short distance between them and you; and you chase them, silently gliding alongside them. Before he can even imagine it, Shiva almost brushes you with a hand as he hurtles past you; and you sink in your dark veils, one more moment, just one more moment…

«Come on, Chief! Are you tired yet?» Rudra’s voice is melodious like that of a siren and Shiva follows it without delay, intoxicated by the sound of those laughters; and does not notice the void that suddenly opens up in front of him and his companion, which swallows the latter’s surprised scream and make them roll down a dune higher than the others, along its soft and deceptive side, straight on to cooler sand.

For a few moments silence reigns everywhere and the stars manage to cast an eye on the world, before disappearing again into the darkness; then, Shiva’s laments are heard: «Ouch, this was hard… hey, Rudra! Are you ok? Rudra, answer!» The god looks for his friend with two hands, while with the others he tries to orient himself: the roll has upset him and his head continues to spin, leaving him confused, while his mouth repeatedly spits sand. Rudra’s cough a short distance from him heartens him, then the God of Storms takes a breath with difficulty and, who knows how, even manages to laugh while looking at the black sky belly up. «Don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m here», he murmurs before turning onto his stomach, getting on all fours and approaching Shiva. Clinging to each other, the two calmly get up and, apart from a few small bruises that resound deeply and mark the legs and the side, check that they have not brought back any other gift from the fall; but this is only the beginning, and they don’t know it.

You, you know.

«Come on, let’s see if we can go on at least a little― uh? But… is it day yet?»

Gazing straight ahead, Rudra is the first to notice the subtle glow that has suddenly appeared on the horizon, setting it on fire along its entire length, to then shiver and lower his head to cover his eyes from the sand: the wind has become more violent and, now, between one gust and another, it also brings with it a slight noise… a sound, a music. Somewhere near them, someone is singing.

Now it is Shiva who raises his face, the attention aroused by what is becoming an ever stronger rhythm: drums and flutes take turns and blend in a melody that has no equal, sinuous like a snake and bewitching like the promises exchanged in the heart of the night, and are accompanied by the most sensual and warm voice that the god has ever heard. In the meantime, the light is getting closer and closer, spreading out like a brushstroke of orange that cuts through and cancels out the total black. Rudra is right: the day is rising from the body of the dunes, the whole desert now dances around both of them more and more clearly… but this shouldn’t be. And as much as they are fascinated by the melody, the deities perceive that something strange is happening and are alert, almost instinctively placing themselves back to back.

Staring at them without them being able to do the same, you smile expertly and close your eyes under the protection of your veils, gathering all the light around you like a sun: because you are the sun in this world.

And after a last moment of immobility you finally appear.

Shiva widens his eyes and remains petrified with surprise when he sees one of the dunes flaking like a pile of feathers in a storm and you appear, throwing part of your veils around and letting the light flow in every corner, whirling with supreme mastery and dictating the movement to the desert; Rudra, on the other hand, frowns and takes a step back, immediately feeling the shivers of danger run down his back, his heart racing and large drops of sweat wetting his face as he tries to move his gaze from your body, from what of the face can be glimpsed under the clothes and fabrics that almost completely hide you. Who are you to give him such a feeling? Who are you and what do you want, what are you looking for from them? «Shiva…», he tries to murmur, reaching out with difficulty a hand and resting it lightly on his friend’s shoulder, «Shiva, it’s not good at all… we have to leave. Run.»

The God of Destruction doesn’t listen, because he can’t hear anything anymore: your song has wrapped him up, your dance is bending him, all his energy is in your hand. You won him.

«Shiva…», Rudra repeats, also feeling his own strength decrease as he looks at you: shadows and white waves enter his vision, his head begins to wobble and the body no longer responds to the mind. Slower than with Shiva but steadily, with every twist you make and whirlwind you create you rob the God of Storms of the ability to escape. Your feet, hips and belly play with the sun: the fireball follows every sway and shape that your legs and arms make, then glides gently over you when, with extreme slowness and cruelty and always turning on yourself, you begin to take off the last layers of clothing that cover you and a tornado of colors blends with the wind, making your body even more graceful.

«Rudra, look at her… please, look at her.»

The Lord of the Storms feels despair invading him and penetrating deeper and deeper as he listens to Shiva’s voice getting weaker and yours louder, and there’s no point in trying to close his eyes: by now he can see almost nothing, only shadows and waves, shadows and waves.

«Please take a good look at her. Rudra, she has… she has…»

Eight Arms. You, the Sun Dancer, the beautiful girl treasured by the desert until a few minutes before, have just shed all your clothes and, in addition to total nudity, have revealed your secret to the divinities: eight arms, which are arranged around to your figure like the rays of the daytime star and each one moves in a different direction, calling all the dunes to herself and keeping them at bay. Now you could throw the whole desert at them, and they would choke without lifting a finger in defense: but that is not what you want, oh no, many other projects await both. The golden tattoos that cover your face and chest move with every smile you make, your eyes shine brightly, more and more: from instant to instant, the music and singing increase in intensity, until they become terrible and reach the limit of endurance.

With a final roll of drums, now devoid of all resistance and energy, the gods lose consciousness and collapse on the dunes without a cry, two broken dolls in your power; at that point, you stop and the desert calms down in turn, becoming only a rustle similar to a sigh.

You approach the two and bend down just to take a good look at them and move away from them the light sand that has covered them, then you caress their faces and your smile gets wider, until it becomes a crazy grin.

Now the fun begins.

🔶

The first to wake up, after hours of unconsciousness and deep cold, is Rudra. One by one the shadows that enveloped him unravel and, as he regains his senses and thoughts take shape, his eyes linger on the reality he sees before him, one fragment at a time.

The temple in which he is, if such it is, is small, but elegant and full of light: arches and openings follow each other in rapid succession, so much so that it looks like a structure composed only of elegantly juxtaposed windows, and the robust walls are painted with the colors of the sun: shades of orange, ochre, gold and a gentle red, which lack the violence of blood, blend together or emerge from the solid color to create intricate lines that chase each other from the ceiling to the floor and here they mix to create flowers with splendid petals, radiant suns, waves and discs with jagged or lanceolate edges, which somehow recall the peaceful mandalas. From the openings the rustling desert with its dancing dunes looks out, but not a grain of sand penetrates inside: it is truly a sacred place, accessed only by those accepted by the divinity or brought here by it. A place purified of worldly forces, yes… and yet, Rudra realizes as he peers into every corner and frowns, not benevolent at all. Although painted in reassuring and pleasant colors, the walls exude menace and danger, as if invisible snakes were crawling on them, hissing and ready to strike at the first movement; instead, from the floor rises such a boil that makes impossible to place the soles of the feet on it, while on closer inspection the drawings seem to ooze and drip a crimson liquid. Whatever happened in this place, Death has seen it and repeatedly been invited to enter.

Shiva. Shiva… where is he? Where am I?

Completely freed from the veils of sleep, the thought hits him like a slap in the face and makes his eyes widen; instinctively, the God of Storm lunges forward… but doesn’t move an inch. This is how he realizes that he is not free to move: the wrists of all four hands and the ankles are well tied to the chair he is sitting on, and he cannot see it because his head is also blocked, so that the eyes can only wander ahead. The second thought makes him realize that he is completely naked; the third, that he is not alone at all.

«Oh, good morning!»

As if having evoked it, one of the openings of the temple is occupied by a dark shadow, which stops for an instant in perfect immobility; then it jumps and assumes a certain figure, and you land in front of the god with a light and measured thud, to then get up and bow elegantly in front of him with a dance step, and finally resume the upright posture. «What a surprise! I was sure the other prince would wake up first… well, never mind, welcome back to me.»

Rudra stares at you without saying a word, he couldn’t even if he wanted to, and swallows hard as his breathing quickens. His feline eyes are darkened with a growing anger, the whole situation irritates him so much that anyone in their right mind would stay away from him; but, although you may not be considered crazy, only very hungry, you still cannot let him go… and furthermore, however much he does, the deity is powerless within these walls. But you can always do something for him.

«Wait, let’s at least remove this… is it better this way? Something hurts?» Your hands are delicate as they free Rudra from the bonds that bind his head and mouth, and you are quick to retract and jump back as he lunges forward again with his full face and chest. «Where is Shiva?», he roars in a terrible tone, roaring like thunder and full of menace, to then look around and calm down a little in noticing the sleeping body of his friend a short distance from him and in his own conditions, including restraints and nudity, «indeed, where are we?»

«In my opinion, this is not the most important question, considering the state you are in. Let’s see if we can find it together», you reply with apparent and unperturbed calm, approaching again and, under his burning gaze, caressing and testing his shoulders, arms and upper chest with all your hands while a slight blush covers your cheeks and eyes fill with an excited gleam. «You are both so handsome, and young… and manly… and you have four arms! Isn’t it cute? I have eight!», you exclaim, moving a hand under his chin and scratching it lightly, forcing him to throw his head back as a low growl leaves his lips and he tries in vain to escape your fingers, «and with them I can make you anything I want⁓ or that you desire!»

The god doesn’t answer, but inside himself the questions add up one after the other, bottled up in his throat while the tension stiffens his body: who are you, where are we, why did you do and are you doing all this? Is someone forcing you? The words just emerged in the mind that a shiver shakes the air, as if something, someone, impalpable and invisible but present had shaken in perceiving it; and a slight grin appears on Rudra’s face as soon as he notices it. «It’s not just the three of us here… is it, my lady? Someone else is here to enjoy what will happen…»

You stop all the caresses for a moment, eyes widening in surprise, then a twinkle to Rudra’s grimace appears on your face and is followed by a laugh. Chaos and turmoil bubble up within you, but not a drop of it escapes from your body. «And if so, heartthrob? Everything will depend on you, on how you react to what I do.»

«Hmmm…» Rudra’s tone becomes lower as he peers at you without letting go of the grin, and you grin as your hands start brushing and probing him again, and you feel his breathing pick up little by little as he purses his lips. Your fingertips are as hot as the desert sun, they burn like torches and cause the most varied but always intense sensations; for some time you watch with interest every change of expression in the god’s face, tensing yours and blowing your breath against his lips. «What do you say, can we start getting to know each other a little more?», you murmur, patiently waiting for his words before going down his body and exploring him well.

«My, my… are you so needy of my flesh? Can you not control yourself a little bit?», it is the god’s replies while he is the one who stares at your every expression, this time, and laughs with slight scorn, «come on, let’s talk again, before you devour me… and why not dance a little? Or were those beautiful movements just an illusion, left behind along with your clothes?»

What you hide inside you stirs and moves with greater force, and you feel a violent shiver as you frown and you don’t know how to respond immediately to Rudra’s light but unsettling teasing; You wet your lips, suddenly uncomfortable and caught off guard, then breathe hard. «Whatever you want, I―»

«Naaaah, Rudra, how ruthless you are! Look, you made her feel bad! Don’t listen to him, dear… talk to me instead.»

Both you and the God of Storms turn to meet Shiva’s smiling face staring back at you, eyes narrowed and a strong heat coming from his skin, as intense as that rising from the floor. With dismay, you realize that he is moving his head freely: how did he free it from the chains? Did he melt them?

The God of Destruction follows your concerned gaze and smiles more when he sees you checking that his wrists and ankles are tied, then looks at his own nakedness and yours, snorting. «If you had asked me, I would have undressed by myself… or rather, you could have done it, but with me conscious. But I had to wake up like this, naked and tied up without my consent.»

«It seems clear to me that you aren’t in control, here», you murmur, approaching Shiva and standing before him with ostentatious assurance, «and don’t worry too much, these chains have held stronger men than you; don’t waste your strength.»

«Oh…and what is all my energy supposed to be for, then? Hmm?»

Look at these two, they really like making fun of you. These filthy men, these offerings have the audacity to flout you... And you allow them to? Now it is you who is irritated, and also intimidated and confused: things don’t go as they should, because neither of them is afraid and they even find time to look down on you, not to mention the menacing aura that emanates from their bodies and the way they stare at you. Who are they to attempt such resistance? Before, when you caught them, they weren’t so ready to fight...

You have to react. You have to take matters into your own hands, be cruel and ruthless. «I think you can guess it, prince», you murmur then, unleashing a winking grimace the immediately following instant, more to give grit to yourself than for anything else.

«Shiva», Rudra calls, his tone firm and peremptory: an invitation to caution, not to fall into any traps. But the other doesn’t listen, preferring to keep their attention completely focused on you and completely attracting yours. «Yeah, I think I guessed it right… but why don’t you come closer? Don’t be shy, I won’t eat you.»

Initially you don’t move a step: not as Shiva’s eyes observe you, now wide open, and the shadow that has descended on his face promises you everything except what you had in mind for him. Then, from within you comes the push you expected, and you find yourself forced to advance towards the throne to which you have tied him and climb into his lap, your gaze trapped by his and your lips trembling with tension and hatred. He can’t dare so much… he can’t…

The god looks at you without saying a word, studying you for a moment, and stretches his face towards yours kissing you gently on the mouth, then bites it with his teeth as soon as you deepen the contact; after this, he slowly moves backwards, forcing you to follow his movements to ensure that the lips are not torn and to lean your body on his. Two of the hands involuntarily touch Shiva's and, despite the chains, he manages to close his fingers around your wrists and squeeze them with an iron grip, while the others press against his chest or on the back of the throne, on the sides of his head, and sink into the hair. After a few moments, the god loosens his grip only to give you a sweeter kiss, launching himself into a long round of dance with your tongue, to then escape and attack your neck by repeatedly sinking his teeth into it, biting and sucking, licking the soft skin and every mark he leaves on it; and you both feel his intimacy harden and poke yours, but he doesn’t proceed and you do nothing to entice him to. In fact, as if transformed into a statue, you can’t do anything except sigh loudly: the more you feel his red-hot skin under your hands, much hotter than your fingers, the more you want to escape; and his golden eyes worry you, because they dig inside you and follow all the movements of your face and every sob that leaves your lips, putting you to test. «But how, just a moment before you seemed so resolute and determined to dominate me… what happened? Aren’t you feeling good?»

Taking advantage of the little break he has granted you, you squint to have a chance to keep him at bay and command him, to delude yourself that you can do it, and grit your teeth tightly so as not to reveal what you feel. It was a mistake to capture him and the other, the thought opens up in your mind like a cursed flower and poisons your breath; and even more wrong, you let yourself be led where they wanted, falling into one trap after another. Now you must try to fight with everything you have, and do it well; and hope that, afterwards, a punishment does not follow.

And that, in the meantime, the fire you feel around you doesn’t eat you to the bone.

🔶

Shiva is proud, sometimes even arrogant, and has great confidence in his abilities; but everyone knows that he is a kind and spontaneous god, more attentive to others than he seems, and that he would never force someone to do what is not wanted. He hates abuse… while he absolutely cannot hate the abused, nor turn a blind eye if he meets one.

So, after kissing you and feeling reluctance and fear arise in you, changing or revealing your true idea, he stops and listens attentively to your hoarse breathing, stares at your trembling body and confirms what Rudra also thought and said: you are not in you. Something, someone, is playing with you and forcing you to do what you don’t want, upsetting your mind and speaking, acting, for you. He understood it right away: since you arrived in the temple and he woke up but, pretending to be asleep, he observed your behavior; he noticed it in the different, contradictory emotions that alternated on your face while you tormented Rudra and in the vibration of the air behind you, where was the entity that is making you move: probably the one to which the structure was raised, the hostile force that his eyes seek inside and outside of you. You are completely different from the creature that enchanted him in the desert, you probably never were; if only the real culprit were to reveal himself openly, and face him…

«Shiva», Rudra calls him a second time; now, the God of Destruction turns in his direction and the two stare at each other, exchanging information without saying a word, and then Shiva looks at you again and leans his face towards yours, bringing his mouth close to your ear. «What’s wrong, little flower? Tell me, go on…» Silently he observes the tremors that shake you and how you dig your nails into his chest, and the gusts of air behind you; he sighs because there is only one way to free yourself from your cage, then he closes his eyes and apologizes to you with thoughts and words: «Forgive me, this will hurt. But it will help, I promise.»

You scream in pain when his teeth bite into your throat again, and even more when his fingers interlock yours and start squeezing them with all the strength he has, as the heat of his skin rises and you start to burn. The other hands can’t get off his chest and they too burn as if they had been placed on the living flame, the torture is unbearable and you wriggle like a possessed while you scream and cry, unable to formulate a single word; but all this lasts a very short time, because Shiva wants neither your death nor to drive you insane, so suddenly he lets go of your wrists and throat and you fall down from his lap.

The floor cools as soon as your body touches it: the heat rising from it disappears and you rest your palms against it, seeking relief from the excruciating pain as you sob terribly, curling up completely while a kind of retching reaches your mouth and, immediately after, a deep sigh escapes your lips; out of the corner of your eye you see movements around you, like a whirlpool, but you are too exhausted to pay attention to them.

«Finally!» Through the half-closed eyelids, you can’t help but notice Shiva stand up and what remains of the chains fall to the ground: you were right, the heat emanating from his skin has melted those that held his head and the rise in temperature did the same with the others, despite the curses that made them strong as diamond. The fire purified them too.

As upset as you are, the vortex moves, flees out of the temple and throws itself into the desert, abandoning you to your fate; only you are missing to punish. «No…», you plead as you watch Shiva release Rudra and notice every look and nod they exchange, then turn their attention back to you, «no… stop…» You want to scream again and shed all the tears you have as you try to drag you away from them, out of that cursed place, at the cost of skinning your stomach and hands; but the shadow of the gods is already upon you, hands are stretched out to seize you and you close your eyes, preparing yourself for a wave of pain so atrocious it will break you in two, and―

«Everything is fine; calm down, we don’t want to hurt you.» Rudra is as delicate and gentle as possible as he caresses your shoulders and belly, waiting for you to calm down and stop wriggling and then lifting you off the ground to hug you. You hide your hands against your chest and release the last few sobs as you look up at him and Shiva: you feel somehow lighter, with a huge emptiness in your belly and a sense of estrangement in your mind, as if you had been asleep for years, or in any case without full control of yourself; and you are not afraid when the God of Destruction strokes your forehead and hair, and gently lifts your face to meet your (e/c) eyes. «Yes, now I can really see you, pretty girl…»

You don’t reply in any way, preferring to let your gaze do the talking: you get lost and find yourself in the warm gold of Shiva’s eyes, you cling to the smile with which he welcomes you and barely whisper when he gently takes your hands to lightly kiss their backs and palms, not feeling the boil that almost killed you earlier. Your heart only accelerates when he detaches himself from you, gives you one last pat on the head and his mouth speaks, and you can’t hold back a sob.

«Rudra, stay with her and take care of her wounds. And if she wants to answer you, ask her how we can get out of here. I’ll be back soon.»

Both you and the God of Storms widen your eyes in surprise, then Rudra shadows his gaze and you feel his skin vibrate. «Shiva… be careful, we don’t know his powers yet. Don’t rush.»

The latter has already passed you and is heading towards the nearest opening to face the desert; when he turns around, the most resolute and serious expression you have ever seen dances on his face. «If I don’t deal with that thing and destroy it, it will come back for our new friend. It won’t give her peace, when I think she’s had enough of being a puppet, hasn’t you, pretty girl?» A pause, the time to smile at Rudra and give him a nod full of meanings, understanding, and promises. «And you… don’t run away, we have a journey to continue. I told you, I’ll be back soon; you leave me no other choice.»

You shake your head, at a loss for words, then swallow and try to answer: «He’s a god, he’s not like us humans… he’s not easy to defeat…»

For a few moments, stillness and silence fall over all of you like a veil; then both deities burst out laughing loudly, and in front of your drawn expression Shiva completely lights up, filling himself with enthusiasm. «Am I going to collide with a god? Awesome! It will be a beautiful fight, then, and I won’t have to hold back at all!»

You freeze and frown, not at all sure you have got it right. How does he rejoice at such news? Why? «What are you saying? He no longer holds me in his power and he won’t be able to enchant you, but he has other weapons, he is dangerous! Do not go―»

The last thing you see of Shiva is his arm raised in greeting: he proceeds further and further without listening to you, a confident grin as a shield, and in the end the desert welcomes him in its sands, swallowing him up and making him disappear from your gaze.

You sink into Rudra’s arms, trembling with nervousness and fear, as you shake your head and a deep pallor covers you. «I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…it’s all my fault. We will never see him again.»

«I wouldn’t be so sure.» In front of your questioning gaze, Rudra takes a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the spot where Shiva has disappeared. «Only he can do it now… and he will. For now we can only wait; and you and I have a lot to talk about.»

You nod automatically like a child who hasn’t really understood what is being asked, then you press yourself closer against his chest and close your eyes. Beneath the flesh you feel the god’s heart beating quietly, a rhythmic and soothing sound, and you rub your cheek against the skin as if to seek shelter within it. «I have to trust you, then», you murmur with slight apprehension, not entirely convinced but hopeful nonetheless, «there’s nothing else I can do, after all.»

🔶

«So, tell me if I’ve understood correctly… today I faced a malevolent desert deity whose only hobby was to ensnare girls with promises of love, all in order to enslave them with curses and pacts and force them to obey him. He continually needed the life energies of other deities and humans and so used his captives as bait, enchanting their song and dance, and caused their victims to drag themselves into this temple, where…»

“… Where they were practically drained of all energy by being ridden and imprisoned here until they died. Furthermore, the desert was an emanation of the god: it never existed in a stable place, it appeared where he felt the presence of souls and anyone could get lost in it.»

«And that is why you, Rudra, did not remember meeting it before, even though you had already walked the path that brought us here. But the real victims have always been the girls he exploited, possessed by his power. You, Y/N, were the latest in a long line of unlucky girls.»

«But now, since you’ve eliminated the problem, she can make a new life for herself. And you forgot to mention that the eight arms were not given to her by the god, but that she was born with them.»

«Seriously, Rudra?! I was getting there!»

You smile at such a quick but quite effective summary of your story and how you came to meet the two gods before you, then burst out laughing at their bickering. Your eyes have been weeping for hours: you never stopped crying for all the time you told Rudra everything he wanted, while the latter wrapped you in his cloak, took care of your burns and bandaged them; to then continue and even double the tears when, after a time that seemed infinite, Shiva returned to you, covered from head to foot in sand and fluids of all kinds, one cheek marked by a shallow cut and his proud, triumphant expression to light his face… and you can’t stop even now, as you watch the two and listen to them relate like the old friends they are, and along with that you can’t help but smile. How long has it been since you laughed like this and didn’t feel like this... like you.

«And now?»

Before answering, all three of you cast a glance out of the temple in which you have remained, at the desert which is slowly receding and vanishing as if it had always been an illusion; the structure has lost none of its light, but the menacing aura is completely gone, annihilated together with its creator, and by now it has become a place without protection and purpose. «And now… now I think it’s time for me to go home, to my city. Let’s see if I can find the road that leads to it again…», you finally answer, squeezing yourself thoughtfully in your arms and bowing your head. It almost seems like a dream to be able to say it with such tranquility and really believe it: home… who loved you will be remembering you? Will everything be like before? It has been years since you fell into the trap of divinity and disappeared; how many you can’t count, but enough to bring sadness and homesickness.

«Unless Rudra and I bring you to justice to be punished for your crimes!»

You chuckle at Shiva’s obvious teasing and shake your head. «Then you two must punish me, because since I became that bastard’s doll, you’ve been the first wanderers I’ve enchanted. A short career, mine!»

Rudra and Shiva look at each other, so they both smile. «What an honor», they murmur to one voice, then the God of Destruction clears his throat, «And I suppose your dancing skills were also from that god…»

At these words your gaze becomes sharper, and now it is your turn to show a grimace of pride and puff out your chest in defiance. «Absolutely not! Only singing, yes; but I’ve always been very good at dancing, one of the best in the city. Do you want to see?»

Shiva closes his eyes, his gaze full of feline seduction and his chin lifted, and intertwines two of his hands behind his head, while crossing his other arms on his chest. «You couldn’t make me happier, little flower. Go.»

If it is a provocation, you accept it; if it is another trap, you fall into it, because you know that what you have suffered up to now is gone and won’t come back, that if they ask you for something it will be very different ― and you will accept it willingly. You obey the god’s request without wasting time: your feet begin to move by themselves and soon drag you into a free and at the same time elegant, controlled and refined dance, a prayer, a hymn for the person who most needs it: yourself, who finally returns to being, to exist. And you close your eyes, following the music you hear in your mind, and let yourself be carried away by your sensations; if you stop, if you advance, if you swirl or stand on tiptoe it is because you want it and you choose it, no one else guides you and imposes anything on you, now there is no hand that keeps you imprisoned. Slowly, every part of you will convince itself not to be afraid anymore, and meanwhile you can start from here, one step after another.

Contemplating you in pure rapture, moved by your high skills, Shiva leans towards Rudra without taking his eyes off you, then gives him a gentle nudge. «Look at her… isn’t she just gorgeous? She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve seen in years. And she also has eight arms!»

«Not as beautiful as me, though», the God of Storms replies jokingly, and they both can’t help but burst out laughing. After that, Shiva remains silent for a while, then his gaze softens and he turns it totally to his friend, because this moment is just for the two of them. It is the right time. «You know, Rudra, I thought it wasn’t so easy to fill millennia of emptiness and melancholy in a short time... and I still believe it in part. Yet these days with you are testing that conviction.» A pause; finally, the words flow clear and fast, and with the right depth. «The truth is that I never wanted to leave you, even if I understood and respected your wishes and let you go, because it was what you wanted and it made you happy. But now that you are here, that you’ve returned, how can I not allow myself a little selfishness, and try to hold you back for a moment? Forgive me… but I would like you to stay with me, now, and for a long time.»

Rudra narrows his elongated eyes and smiles affectionately, then two of his arms tighten around Shiva’s shoulders and the god rests his forehead against his friend’s, gaze to gaze. «Perhaps you forget that it was I who asked you to follow me… I guess it’s me truly holding you back. And even if now you have your duties, royalty and power, and I have decided to get to know as much as possible what surrounds me… I confirm that the world is better, when seen in two ― when seen together with you. As long as you don’t throw yourself into dangerous and unknown undertakings by yourself, like today... why didn’t you let me come with you? We could have fought the enemy together, I too had my reasons for putting him in his place.»

Shiva does not resent his friend’s tone, now slightly bitter and full of reproach, and once again turns his gaze to you and to your happy, serene face, radiant with light and free from all thoughts. «I did it for her», she then replies with sincerity and honesty, «so that she was completely free. If something had happened to me, if I had failed, you would have known and saved her in time: I left her to you because you are the one who would have protected and given her an escape route. I wasn’t sure I could make it, and she and you had to be safe; that’s why I wanted to face that god alone… entrusting Y/N to you, I went into battle with the certainty that at least one of us would be saved, and therefore I had no thought to worry and nothing to fear.»

Rudra listens with a surprised expression, then his face relaxes and his eyes light up. «You would never have talked like that about a human being, before the Ragnarok», he whispers admiringly, and then looks at you in turn, «but this is only a change that makes you better. And for her… all right, for once I accept that I was set aside, for Y/N.»

«But you’ll never be set aside, you know that!»

The God of Storms first laughs with a slight mockery, then he is the first to give his friend a tight hug. «I really missed you, hothead. Now I really want to see how you will get rid of me», he exclaims, and Shiva does not answer immediately, because he lets a tear furrow his cheeks and it reveals his heart; then all four arms reach out and hold Rudra in a very strong embrace, the fingers sink into his back and cling to it, and inside him another part of himself finds peace. «And whoever wants to get rid of you… you never leave me any choice but to stay by your side.» Those hands have not changed at all: they have held all of the millennia spent together, and now they are ready to experience more and more, in the eternal company of the god who most deserves to hold them. Even if... even if, there is someone else who will have this privilege, if they want it.

«Hey, Y/N! I’d say that’s enough, stop and let’s talk for a moment!»

Your silvery laugh covers the echo of Shiva’s words, and you don’t obey: you continue to dance without stopping, and this pushes Shiva to reach you and gently take you by the shoulders, holding you back. «What happens? Does my dance frighten the great Shiva?», you flute then with an excited look, your chest rising and falling under the quickened breathing and all your hands leaning against the god’s shoulders, keeping it at a short distance. The heat in the room suddenly rises as an unmistakable grin spreads across Shiva’s face, and you blush instinctively, though you don’t mind it at all.

«I wouldn’t say it… and besides, why let you dance alone? Can I join you?»

You twist your mouth into a grin and start to answer, but you stiffen when the hands of the god take your wrists and caress them in slow circular movements, to then travel the length of your arm and squeeze you under the armpits. Shiva couldn’t choose a more sensitive spot to touch you, and in fact you jump visibly and purse your lips to keep from moaning; and yet you do not push him away.

«Come on, answer me: can I join you?», repeats Shiva, taking a step forward and shortening the distance; and as you watch him tilt his face towards yours, you know that your eight arms won’t be able to keep him at bay for long… especially if Rudra joins you too, who, you notice out of the corner of your eye, observes everything with interest, waiting to see what you will do.

«Yes», you finally say decisively, and then smile with the same impudence of the God of Destruction, «you can… but let’s see if you can keep up with me.»

«You really aren’t afraid of appearing disrespectful at all, eh… and that’s fine, princess», Shiva replies while he grabs your hands firmly and pulls you closer to him, «let’s see how long you can resist. And get ready, my dear, for the night is still long⁓»

And if you should have any doubts about his words, the first kiss that the god gives you will take care of it.

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I have to say that your breakdown of themes and issues in the prequels is absolutely BEAUTIFUL.

I’m still always surprised that not everyone sees it this way because

1. That’s clearly how it’s intended to be viewed.

2. It always just seems so plainly spelled out for us.

I am not an Anakin fan, I have more of a love/hate dynamic with him, but it seems like it’s Anakin apologists above anyone else who like to demonise the Jedi and I just don’t get how people don’t realise you don’t have to choose one or the other. The downfall of Anakin and the Jedi go hand in hand because they were both manipulated by Palpatine. It really takes away from the emotional impact of the story if you don’t acknowledge that the Jedi were a genuinely good group of people who did support Anakin to the best of their ability, he was just convinced that that wasn’t actually the case.

Although I do feel empathy for the hardships Anakin endured, the Jedi had such a beautiful culture and way of life and people are missing out on so much by pretending they’re the “real villains”.

Also it was obviously genocide. How is there even a debate about that? I don’t know if there’s ever been an entirely successful genocide in history because it’s essentially impossible to completely eradicate a group of people but that doesn’t stop it from being classified as genocide. If you have to argue that it technically isn’t genocide, you probably don’t have the strong argument you think you do.

Thank you so much <3

I'm gonna be completely honest, I don't want this blog to be a platform for people to debate if the Jedi were "really good" or not with me (hence my blog description) and I don't really like getting into debates with people who are anti-Jedi or Anakin apologists.

Firstly because, in order to think the Jedi are the "bad guys" of Star Wars, it requires a certain level of bad faith assumptions, ignorance, and disregard of literally everything that canon shows us.

Secondly, because I have anger issues and it's kinda hard to work on controlling my anger and not letting it control me when I'm arguing with people who--at best are saying the Jedi caused their genocide, and at worst are saying they deserved it. Especially since Star Wars is my comfort franchise and the Jedi are my comfort characters--so it's just frustrating to see them so mischaracterized.

I'm glad my 2 am anger-induced, sleep deprived, aggressive rant resonated with you, though lol

I'm not a big fan of Anakin either and I'm largely of the opinion that Anakin caused most of the problems he had in general, but I'm not completely unsympathetic to him--my main issue lies with his apologists.

I don't really care if other people like him, I can see the appeal and I get that he's your blorbo. I also don't really care if other people don't like the Jedi, I have the "anti-Jedi" and "Jedi critical" tags blocked for a reason. I don't engage in debates with these people because I know it's pointless, and I leave them be--let them have their side of the internet and I have mine.

I do, however, have a problem with people coming onto my blog and posting their ignorant, bad-faith arguments. Like what you like, have your opinions, but keep them out of my space. Y'know?

I'm all for letting people like what they like and have different opinions on the media and leaving them be, but the moment you come onto my blog- (which literally says "this is a Pro-Jedi blog, fuck off with any Anti Jedi bullshit you have and keep it to your own page") -and start spouting that shit is the moment all of that flies out the window.

And yes, it's insane that the words "well, it wasn't actually a genocide" were actually present in that person's argument.

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Interview for 'Out Magazine' for Fellow Travelers (2023)

Starting in 1950, hundreds to thousands of gay men and lesbians were fired from government jobs for allegations of homosexuality under the intrusive eyes of Sen. Joseph McCarthy and his chief counsel, Roy Cohn. They were labeled deviants and morally weak. McCarthy and Cohn said that gay people couldn’t be trusted with your children, let alone to run your country. It’s shockingly similar to what’s happening today.

By 1953, President Dwight Eisenhower signed Executive Order 10450, which barred homosexuals from working in the federal government. Five thousand people were not just fired but were outed to their families and communities, effectively and in some cases literally ending their lives. More followed. It wasn’t until the 1970s that this policy barring gay people from federal jobs started to change, and not until 1998 that it completely ended.

In Fellow Travelers, an eight-episode series airing on Showtime this fall, actors Matt Bomer and Jonathan Bailey play Hawk Fuller and Tim Laughlin, two men who meet while working in Washington, D.C., at the start of McCarthyism. They fall in love. For Hawk, this means living an existence of discipline and barriers, hiding who he is so he can build a life working in the government. For Tim, it means losing his career and finding a path that allows him to follow his truth.

In order to survive, Hawk and Tim form a chosen family with two other gay men swept up in the big political and cultural changes happening: journalist Marcus Hooks (Jelani Alladin) and drag-queen-turned-activist Frankie Hines (Noah J. Ricketts). Throughout the four decades covered in the series, the four men come back into each other’s lives when things get hardest. For the four out stars of the show, forming that kind of found family was important in order to be able to play some of the most complex and challenging (but rewarding) roles of their careers. That family found its leader in Bomer, a veteran actor (Magic Mike, The Normal Heart). Bailey, an English actor with an extensive background in theater, is internationally famous as the male lead in season 2 of Netflix’s Bridgerton. Alladin (Frozen) and Ricketts (Frozen, Beautiful: The Carole King Musical) are known for their Broadway roles.

“Matt is such a giver, and he gave to all of us and provided the space for all of us to feel safe, to feel that we can make bold choices and that we can all play along,” Alladin says, thanking Bomer. “And it really connected everybody on set to say, to trust each other. Rarely do I feel like there’s a circle of four queer men or four queer bodies and I feel like we can all say, ‘I would fall on a sword for you.’”

For Bomer and Bailey, that also meant building the kind of trust that allowed them to film some sex scenes that are among the hottest in the careers of two men who have filmed a lot of heated moments. “It’s funny, isn’t it? Personally, when I read the script, I didn’t think it was explicit,” Bailey laughs. “I think it’s so important. You can’t tell the queer love story and not show how the sex is so intrinsic.”

“It’s all something that is hard to talk about to people who come together and have separate bodies,” he adds. “But if you exist in the same body, how you negotiate that and what that means, how being submissive [affects sex], and well, really what is kink…. It’s all a thing. I just think it’s a really hearty and honest examination of something which I know I’ve always yearned to see properly explored.”

Bomer says they were able to explore that because they had conversations throughout filming the scenes. “We could call audibles on the fly or really communicate with each other or say we wanted to try this or that, so it all felt pretty free,” he says. “And in terms of the story, all those scenes really carry the story forward. Their relationships are not the same after those above scenes as they were before. So they’re all intrinsic and inherent to the story.”

“I think it’s so nuanced and personal, isn’t it? The way that people have sex is so presumed,” Bailey says. “It definitely was the first time that I’ve seen a light being shown on the roles within a gay relationship and power and status with being submissive and dominant.”

“But to me, what I find interesting, it’s a give and take between the two,” he continues. “So actually it’s not one person going, ‘I’m now going to do this.’ It’s like they move as a unit. And I think that’s beautiful. And I feel like it always is negotiation, and I’m always interested in people who identify as one role, and I would wonder what that is.”

He points to the first time Hawk and Tim have sex, where Hawk takes on the dominant (top) role, and the last time, when Tim takes charge. “Literally, it’s a complete reversal,” he points out. “It’s a love story. So that bleeds into these scenes. So even in the way they have sex, it’s always about generosity and communication. And that is essentially how I feel how this whole show was made on generosity and communication and truth.”

While the sexual intimacy is groundbreaking in the show, the intimacy is there for the characters in other ways too. Because the actors played the characters throughout four decades of their lives, they were presented with a unique opportunity to showcase development — especially for Alladin and Ricketts, who know the importance of showing Black queer love on screen.

“There’s also something so powerful in telling this story to the world right now in hope of either educating or simply revealing to those who don’t understand that love can happen in all shapes, sizes, and forms, and be inside of all people,” Alladin says. “And that it should not be something that is limited by law or limited by the venom of segregation.”

“For me, some of the intimacy that I enjoy the most in this series is when we’re all old,” he continues. “Because they’re still caring for one another. I’ll never forget shooting that scene in the bedroom in one of the later episodes where we’re at age 80 and we’re still connected, we’re still loving each other. That’s something I’ve never seen — caring that lasts through decades.”

For Ricketts, playing the role of a Black gay man who is a drag performer in an illegal gay bar in the ’50s and then becomes an activist and organizer throughout the rest of his life, caused him to look at his own life and priorities.

“I think there’s something so beautiful and beautifully hard about being yourself in a world that is determined to hate you,” Ricketts says. “And playing Frankie, a character that was out and loud and proud with a glossy lip and a painted nail. It really forced me to look inward at the way I moved through the world and see if I’m coming out authentically, if I’m moving in the world authentically. And so I hope that as people watch this, they ask themselves that question so we can break down these barriers of hypermasculinity and feeling like we have to change who we are to subscribe to societal norms.”

“I think living out loud and living as an effeminate person in the world, you put on a type of armor,” he continues. “There is a lot of fear underneath that. And even though to the external world, you’re going out there being brave, what I tried to show was that it’s actually a really difficult thing to stand up and be yourself. There’s a lot of emotion underneath that. And so I think throughout the years, you beat someone down one time and you get stronger the next time. And I think that’s what you see in Frankie’s evolution.”

“It’s amazing to see how much [Frankie’s] priorities shift as the world shifts through the decades. And I think that’s what I responded to so much, is that my character Frankie gives up, puts his heels away to fight the good fight and to make a better existence for the people that come after him,” he says. “And I think that’s something that’s so real for queer people that it’s a call to action. We don’t have the luxury of hanging back. We have to fight for everything that we have.”

That fight became even more real for each of the actors the more they learned about the real Lavender Scare — the aforementioned persecution of queer people in the U.S. government — a history lesson that’s not taught in most schools. “I had no idea it was a thing, and I was embarrassed by that,” Alladin admits. “I was ashamed of that. Why was that chapter skipped in the history books? Why not in social studies class? It is 101, and here we are staring in the mirror being like, Well, did anything change? Well, no. Because we didn’t teach it. We haven’t taught it. So therefore, how can you learn the lesson?”

“I think there’s so much erasure that happens of queer history in general that I’m happy this exists because it forces people to ask the question, Did this really happen? And to seek out answers for themselves,” Ricketts adds. “And the answer is, ‘Yeah, it’s real.’ And it’s happening again today. So yeah, call to action, babies!”

“A lot of the transformations that we’ve seen in the community come from Black and brown bodies that really put themselves out on the street and out on the front lines to fight the fight. And so that’s something that I knew, but it’s amazing to see that it didn’t just happen at Stonewall, it happened in San Francisco and other places with the street queens, that they were out there really going to jail, fighting for their lives so that we could have what we have today,” he says. “And I just think it’s so beautiful to show that. I’m happy that it’s represented.”

Before the July photo shoot for this article, Alladin and Bailey had the chance to go to London Pride together, something both actors say they’ll never forget. “I think it was really crazy to have to experience Pride in New York City and to land in London and experience Pride in London and feel that it’s almost exactly the same,” Alladin says. “There’s a need to release joy. There’s a need to feel that. The world is trying to squish it out of the community with every law that’s being passed, every kind of denial of existence. And you’re like, I just want to enjoy one day.”

Bailey says that working on the show has made him more aware of the political fervor at Pride than any time he’s been previously, and it’s causing him to examine how he uses his platform to fight for LGBTQ+ rights. And Bomer also felt that this year’s Pride was a special one — particular in the wake of Supreme Court decisions that struck down affirmative action and opened the door to businesses discriminating against LGBTQ+ people.

“In light of the past week in all the Supreme Court rulings, it was so important for me personally yesterday just to go out into the streets and take in the Pride celebrations and the sense of community and hope and joy and love that everyone was feeling,” he says. “And to allow that to fill my cup a little bit and inspire me to educate myself and form myself to do what I can and keep moving forward and in the most productive way possible for our community.”

Bomer also wants to make sure he honors those who fought to get us where we are today. “I was fortunate enough to be in Houston last week for the 20th anniversary of Lawrence v. Texas [the SCOTUS ruling invalidating U.S. sodomy laws], and it was so profound for me to meet members of the community in Houston who I was totally unaware of,” he says. “There are generations of heroes who are doing the real grassroots behind-the-scenes work who don’t want accolades, who don’t want awards, who are doing the real work that’s changing all of our lives. And I think I value that today more than I ever have before.”

“For me, I think Pride is always a time to reflect on how far we’ve come but also to realize how much further we have to go,” Ricketts says. “And I think that’s what I’d say to the younger communities, is really understand and know how we got here in the first place and figure out what your form of fighting is. If it’s just showing up in the world authentically as you, that’s wonderful. If it’s getting on a podium and preaching until midnight, that’s wonderful too. But we all need each other and no one can sit back and rest. We have to keep fighting in the fight.”

Talking about queer joy as a form of activism at Pride makes Alladin think of a note he was given during filming from series creator Ron Nyswaner (Philadelphia) about the balance of difficulty and joy found in the series.

“Ron gave me a note one day,” Alladin recalls. “I texted him being like, ‘I’m watching all this research on the ’80s and the AIDS crisis and I’m just sitting here crying.’ He was like, ‘Yeah, but Jelani, I still went to birthday parties. I still found a way to play games with my friends. I still found a way to have a beer and enjoy that.’ So there is still some semblance of light being found in darkness and chaos.”

“When I was in Houston, I was at home with one of the activists and he was showing me pictures from the time period,” Bomer contributes. “And obviously, there was so much heartbreak and loss, but there was also so much celebration and so much joy. It’s really the balance.”

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 6 months

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bg3?

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Daria" which I find funny.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like asd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

A/N: Thank you so much for all the details!! It helps the process. Because you said you’re pansexual but didn’t specify whether you wanted a male or female companion or both, I gave you both just in case. So feel free to pick the person who feels the most accurate to you!

TW: Mentions of Gore, Horror

For you @br4inr0tx I think you’d be a good romantic match for either Astarion (Male) or Minthara (Female)!

⭒ Astarion is drawn to your mysterious and rather nihilistic nature. He is seen as intimidating or scary due to his immortal condition, and because of this, he puts up walls to keep himself safe from judgmental people. That being said, he doesn’t necessarily hide his true nature: he’s very upfront about his more, morbid opinions, and makes it clear that he disapproves of unnecessary altruistic choices, especially when those choices involve having to appear more “normal” for the comfort of other people in the game.

He finds your gorehound interests fascinating, and oddly calming in a way. After a lifetime of being exposed to so much gore, there’s something familiar and controllable about watching or reading about fictional simulated gore that puts him at ease. So he one hundred percent understands how it is you find comfort, as you said, in the uncomfortable.

Astarion is also pansexual, and very fond of the more dramatic ‘gothic’ styles in clothing. He loves getting to experiment in both fem and masc styles with you. He might even ask to borrow something of yours, as long as he could fit it. He is taller than you, but still fairly thin. I honestly don’t think he’d mind wearing one of your tops as a sort of crop-top thing, so long as no one else was around. I think he might take pleasure in flaunting it, just to get a reaction out of you. He thinks it’s adorable when he teases you, and you just ramp up all the sarcasm and wit. He’s very glad to have a ‘fast’ partner- someone who can quip back at him in the blink of an eye. It keeps him on his toes, and confirms that you feel comfortable with him- two things he likes.

And if you like abandoned or liminal places, just hold on to your hat. He knows tons of them in and outside of the city. Being a vampire had him hunting on the outskirts, and he knows them all rather intimately. When your relationship reaches that serious level, he’ll take you to where his headstone rests, in a cemetery in Baldur’s Gate. He’s not buried under there, but his family must have put it up to commemorate his life after he went “missing”. It’s sacred ground to him. And you’re one of the few people he loves enough to take there. Mainly because you are his partner and because he knows you won’t run at the sight of such things. Knowing he has a partner who doesn't shy away from the darker, more twisted stuff is reassuring. Especially when so much of your past is complicated.

He too is rather intimidated by people. Although he may not always admit it. So much of his feistiness comes from fear. In the past people have hurt him, so now he walks the line of nice and jerk to keep people at arm's length. He’s not really an ass though, and he’s appreciative, you know that. He knows you’re not rude or cold, just introverted and a little insecure. He’ll gladly defend your behavior to anyone who dares complain. No stranger better dare cast judgment on you when they don’t know who you’re really like when they have no clue what either of you have been through. Seriously though, just say the word and he’ll take care of them for you.

Teeth twins! Astarion jokes that you’re obviously his soulmate because your teeth match. And seeing pointier teeth on you, someone he sees as beautiful, makes him feel less self-conscious about his.

Having to shield from the sun, he’s more of an indoor activity sort of person. He loves staying inside and listening to music or reading with you. Just the two of you and your pile of plushies. Astarion enjoys their comfort as well, even if he won’t admit it outright. It’s a way for him to get physical comfort when he desperately wants to touch/hold you but is too upset or raw to do so.

In some ways, he shares in your submissiveness and masochism, but those are still very touchy subjects. It takes him a while to communicate that to you. He dissociates often as well, so he’s thankful you understand what a dissociative episode is like. Most people just assume he’s ignoring them, but you know the truth. The two of you look out for each other in that way.

As a Taurus Intuitive, you’re prone to contemplating the long term, and as a Taurs Judger, you’re often determined and work hard to make your dreams a reality. This works well with Astarion, who I think is either an ENTJ or ESFP- both signs that tend to be go-getters in their own way.

He’s not a very fidgety person, his anxiety forcing him to be anxious inside but still on the outside. But he does understand the root feelings. He doesn't think it’s annoying at all. If anything he finds your leg bouncing comforting. It reminds him you’re still by his side.

And for that, he is eternally grateful.

☾ Minthara would also be a good match for you! Although she is a lot more abrasive and rough around the edges, I think she’d be very appreciative of your darker interests. At camp, if you take a look in her tent, she actually has what looks like a deer or horse skull candle holder. So she would actively join you in your Vulture Culture escapades.

She also finds great joy in the gorier aspects of life. As a drow, violence is almost second nature. It doesn't scare her off or intimidate her in any way. And if you like abandoned or liminal places, you’re sure to enjoy the Underdark- which is basically a giant spooky underground liminal space.

Minthara is the farthest thing from a people person, so she has absolutely no qualms about you not being extroverted or especially inclined to make acquaintances with strangers. She’s glad you scare people off, if you didn’t, she’d have to. (I mean she still does naturally, but she doesn’t have to put as much effort into it, because no one is gonna mess with the two of you combined.)

Being an INFJ, and Minthara being an ENTJ, you are similar in that you can contemplate various topics- both realistic and abstract. However you have to be careful and remember while ENTJs may sound insensitive, they’re just very direct communicators. Based on what you told me about your personality, this shouldn't be a problem for you, however, as you’re very brutally honest yourself.

Minthara herself is funny. It’s just that her humor is more sarcastic, a little morose, and very situational. She doesn’t find your humor offensive, and if anyone has a problem with it, they will answer to her.

Despite what others may think, Minthara likes animals. When Scratch is gone, she’s noticeably sad. I think she’d like to be a co-parent to your guinea pigs.

She’s not very laid back, preferring action to inaction. But that’s okay. You remind her to take breaks and time to chill- just sit and rest or read or write or listen to music. Not everything has to be full speed ahead. On the other hand, she helps motivate you to do things outside of your comfort zone. She’ll pull you out of your room, to go on walks with her around the surface. The two of you are sort of yin and yang this way.

She’s impressed with your work as a scare actor. In Drow culture, being able to intimidate others and strike fear into the hearts of your enemies is an admirable quality. She sees your talent as an impressive hobby to have, one which many people are not capable of.

She’s rather touch starved as well- having to expect betrayal everywhere she goes in Drow society. Because of this, she finds the idea of sleeping with plushies useful. It’s unexpected, but she finds a good deal of comfort in them. And she finds a great deal of comfort in you.

And don’t be shy about your masochistic side with her. She has one as well. She pushes herself to her limits, causing herself intentional pain and suffering. For her, it is like a religion in some ways. The more she can endure, the stronger others believe she is. Of course, it’s always nice to not have to push, to be able to take it slow and enjoy your company in the moment. That’s where you come in.

Minthara may not have the kindest tone, but she tries her best to reassure you that despite your many ailments, she loves you all the same. She thinks you’re strong enough to be able to not only endure life with so many invisible burdens but to live life in ways you wish. To her, it’s an exquisite quality to have in a mate. You are marvelous in her eyes.

She can’t imagine the rest of her life without you.

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