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imaginesmai · 11 months

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Alfie Solomons - Night adventures

I've been sick for week now with the worst stomach bug ever, and this has been on my mind for a few days! Welcome back Alfie to my blog!

Plot: Alfie doesn't come home from work and you worry something has happened, so you decided to go to the bakery.

Warning: Alfie's vocabulary is just saying fuck, really.

The streets were empty, too late for the common citizens and too early for the unfortunate first-shift workers. You had only found a beggar sleeping in a pile of boxes and two men trying to get home stumbling through the pavement. The silence, the darkness, would have been a good reason to turn back and worry about him under the covers, warm and safe. When a cat jumped from a window and landed on a car, you actually took a few steps back.

But Cyril stared at the menace until the animal hissed its way back to wherever it belonged.

Swallowed in one of Alfie’s long coats, with his hat covering your face, you finished the thirty minutes’ walk to the bakery. A faint light was coming from the top floor, and anyone would have thought bakers were starting their day early.

You knew it was your husband, Alfie, who hadn’t finished his yet. There was a man posted on the back entrance, the one you always used when you came to see him unexpected. It was closer to his office, it was more discreet, and besides, you knew Ollie. He would be one less problem for you that night.

When the boy saw you approach him, his whole back tensed. His hand made it to the holster on his hip before he recognized Cyril and your soft smile, once you were close enough. The soft street light let you see his panicked stare.

“What – Y/N, what the fuck are you doin’ here?” he quickly grabbed you by your arm and, checking both sides, pushed you inside the bakery. “It’s fuckin’ two in the mornin’!”

“I am aware of that, Ollie, since I also own a watch” you told him, taking down your hat.

“How did you get – does he know you’re here?” Ollie, who had been almost asleep leaning against the door, was now growing agitated. “You didn’ brin’ a car. You walked?”

“Me and Cyril, yeah”

The familiar warmth of the bakery felt good against your sore muscles. Not only you had half-jogged half-ran for thirty minutes, but the tension of the night and the worries for him had made the cold weather of November seep into your bones. You weren’t about to let Ollie notice how glad you were to be finally somewhere safe, because that would only prove a point you were trying to avoid.

“Y/N, it’s the middle of the night”

“So it is for my husband, who was supposed to be home with me. But that big head must have forgotten his own watch at home, given he’s still here”

“He’s not alone. Someone came to see him, and the meetin’… yeah, it was longer than wha’ he thought”

“Oi, wha’ that noise ‘bout, yeah?” a booming voice came from the floor above you, the door of his office banging open. “Didn’ I ask for silence?”

Alfie, in all his grumpy and broody glory, leaned against the railing and saw both of you. You weren’t surprised to see he was still wearing his working clothes, a small, stained pinny wrapped around his waist. His hair was sticking in different directions from being tugged at, and his face complemented his mood when he locked eyes with you.

Of course, Cyril tried to reach him and let his presence be known with loud barks. You passed his leash to Ollie and made your way up to your husband’s office. The metal stairs echoed under your shoes, and even if you kept your eyes on them, you felt his on you every second.

Far from being intimidated or angry, you felt your worries melting away. He usually came home before the sun set – had picked that tradition years ago once you were officially married and hadn’t missed a day. But it had been a rough week for the both of you, and when he hadn’t shown up, you had feared the worst. Patiently, you had waited and called his office. After not receiving an answer and not hearing the door, you had decided to check for yourself.

You weren’t naïve enough to go alone, but since there wasn’t anyone around to accompany you, Cyril had been your bodyguard for the night. Many things could have happened. Some of them you could imagine, some remember from past experiences because of his enemies’ retaliations. All of them were present in Alfie’s eyes as you reached the top of the stairs and met him face to face.

“Hello”

His nostrils flared and he pressed his lips in a tight line, but behind all of that there was just fear. You waited until he looked at every part of your body, from your soft smile to the hem of your skirt. One of your hands took his fist and didn’t let go until he held it. Alfie didn’t let his frown go as he raised it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“Aren’ your suppos’ to be in bed” he growled against your hand.

“With you, but you didn’t come and I was worried” you explained, moving a step closer to him. “Called and no one answered. I didn’t know if… so I came to check. Brought Cyril with me”

“Stupid dog knows you ain’t suppos’ to leave” Alfie looked down at Cyril, and his eyes softened. “You alrigh’, yeah? Nothin’ happen?”

“I’m fine. Just tired. And worried about you”

“Come ‘ere”

You fell into his arms and the remains of worry and tension left your body. He smelt like rum, bread and sweat, like home. You closed your eyes when his hand found the back of your head and pressed it against his shoulder. Later, you would probably have a long conversation about what you had done. Not only it had been reckless, but if you had been right, there wasn’t much you could have done.

His life came with highs and downs, and you had been there enough to know them. That doesn’t meant you had grown used to the feeling of not knowing if he was fine or not, if he was alive. When you hugged him closer, your arms around his middle, you let him know that you were glad.

Someone opened the door and you saw Tommy Shelby walking out of Alfie’s office. You didn’t like that man, neither did he like you, but you both respected each other enough. Eventually, their relationship would go south, either because of his or Alfie’s biggest interest; and you just hoped it wouldn’t go too south.

Alfie noticed his stare and turned around. Instinctively, you were covered by his huge back, not seeing anything but the sweaty locks at the back of his neck.

“I believe we were in the middle of something”

“And I believe it’s time for my husband to come home” you said from behind Alfie, trying to move around. Effectively, Alfie moved with you.

“Your’ gonna ‘ave to excuse my wife, mate. She’s right, ain’t she” Alfie said. He gripped your hand again and made you stay in place.

When it came to you and the business, Alfie Solomons had always had it clear. You had walked into his life and turned everything around, and if needed to, he would leave it all behind if you asked to. You always came first, no matter what. He could come home late, share his matters with you and attend to political galas by your side, but if you asked something, he could not say no.

So he stared down at Tommy, who had been arguing for the past six hours. He had just showed up when he was about to close the bakery, and the bouquet of flowers he had bought you was now sad and forgotten in the storage room.

“Alfie” Tommy warned him. “We need to close the deal. I’m not about to risk half my percentage if you aren’t willing to take the risk”

“The only risk I’m takin’ tonig’ is this lovely lady back ‘ome”

“You don’t get to kick me out! I am –“

Before Tommy could grow any more aggressive, he had Alfie’s gun pressed tightly against his chin. The baker was a few inches shorter than him, but somehow, he stared down at Tommy, daring him to keep talking. The Shelby brother looked at you with your arms crossed, biting back his next words.

“Listen, now, cause I believe, this¸ right, this is my fuckin’ bakery. My fuckin’ rum. Money. Business. And that’s my fuckin’ wife your’ lookin’ at, so unless you wan’ to go ‘ome wit’ one less eye, Shelby, stop fuckin’ lookin’ at ‘er”

“Get your fucking hands – “

“Shut the fuck up! You, barkin’ orders, at me?! In my fuckin’ work?!” Alfie screamed into his face, making Tommy take a few steps back. When the man once more met your eyes with the same, disgusted face, Alfie struck him with the gun. “Are you fuckin’ deaf?! Don’ look at her or I’ll rip your eyes out with my nails!”

Cyril barked as if he supported his owner’s words. You looked down and noticed Ollie was no longer alone. There were three other men, that had appeared out of thin air, at the bottom of the stairs. All of them looked ready to climb it in less than a second.

Not too far away, Tommy’s men would be close. It wouldn’t be the first time Alfie got into trouble because of you, or the last. His protectiveness was founded, but sometimes he went a little overboard. Tommy had looked at you many times before, and had been threatened each time he had done it.

Some part of you wondered if he was a sucker for Alfie’s threats or was really looking for them to become true.

Before your night could escalate into bigger events, you moved behind Alfie and wrapped your hands around his raised arm. You had gone to the bakery to find out if Alfie was there, to retrieve him from his pile of work and hopefully catch a few hours of sleep by his side. After a long day of own work, you were tired and in need of some peace.

“Let’s just go home”

Under your touch, Alfie relaxed and dropped the gun. He kept his eyes locked on Tommy and the man was smart enough to clean the blood of his lip and turn back. You guessed his men should be on the main entrance, and you were really thankful you had chosen the back one.

You watched him disappear. Watched, in silence, as the group of men that had surrounded you went back to their corners where you couldn’t see them. Alfie didn’t bother retrieving anything from his office, just closed the door and let you lead the way down the stairs.

Once you were down, he nodded to Ollie and the boy disappeared, carrying Cyril with him.

“That was dangerous, pet” he said, his voice soft. There was a rough, scared edge you had grown to notice through the years. “You, yeah, you can’t jus’ come ‘ere. You need to tell me”

“I know, Alf. But I did call. And you always answer. I knew you had a meeting and since you didn’t come home, I didn’t know what to think” you told him, not giving him. “What if it was the other way? What if I didn’t come home one night? Wouldn’t you come looking for me too?”

“I’d burn down fuckin’ Camden, luv, you know tha’”

“Then you can’t get angry at me, not at this. I was careful, nothing happened”

It hadn’t happened, but it could. Not only Alfie’s enemies. Night in Camden Town held more dangers than mobsters or gangs, ones that didn’t know who you were married to and weren’t afraid of your husband. It was irresponsible, dangerous, and you knew better.

It wasn’t the time, though, and Alfie knew it.

“Alrigh’, pet, alrigh’. Jus’ try not to send me to an early gave, yeah?”

“You won’t get rid of me even in a grave, Alfie Solomons”

His laugh echoed in the empty bakery. Alfie wrapped his coat closer to your body, not saying anything about your choices of clothes, and put his hat back into your head. Always the gentleman he opened the door for you and dragged you closer to his side.

You didn’t take the path you had walked, but the opposite way. Ollie’s car was waiting for you at the other end of the street, Cyril probably a looming threat in the backseat ready to tackle Alfie as soon as he opened the door. Finally in peace, you wrapped your arm around his middle and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Love you” you whispered, looking up at him.

“Yeah, luv you too, don’ I”

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dre6ming · 1 month

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Kiss it better

Part of “The delicate beginning rush” (click for the whole series) can be read in it’s own

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: hard language, curses, aggression, mentions of blood, assault

Plot: while visiting Austin on set of the bike rides something not so great happens, that has Austin pull out his protective side

Word count: 1.8k

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A/n: this was a request so if you have some more feel free to send them to me

"Do you know how much I love you?" Austin asks, kissing my cheek, the facial hair he had to grow for the role making me giggle with the way it tickles my soft skin. "I think in might have and idea about it." I say, turning my head slightly and catching his lips in a warm kiss, tasting his breath on my tongue. My heart beats so fast I can almost hear it in my ears, as he adjusts his hand, to hold my lower back better making sure I don't fall off the bike. He's filming for the movie Bike riders and I'm just passing through, visiting for the month, which has been great since we often get to fool around the set in between filming.

"I think I might go to your trailer and get some sleep, I'm kinda tired." I tell him, brushing my hands through his hair, pulling slightly at the root, making him groan. "Ok, want me to walk you?" Austin helps me get off the bike safely. "You think they'll let you keep it after you're done?" I ask referring to his bike, praying for a 'yes' "Probably not." He shakes his head and I pout, truly disappointed. "That's too bad, maybe I'll buy you one for your birthday!" I say absentmindedly, walking my hand over the handle of the bike. Austin chuckles, pulling me in a tight hug. "Ok sugar mama, if that's what you want to waste your pension on." He jokes shrugging his shoulders, making me laugh with my head thrown back. "Well baby, if you behave." His lips catch mine and I sigh into the kiss, biting his bottom lip, smiling when I hear him groan.

"Ok I'm going now, you need to get back to work." I say, patting his chest. Austin opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't get to as he gets called back to set and I giggle at his frustration, going past him. I wink at him and get to walking to his trailer, already dreaming of the soft bed enveloping me whole. On my way, a dude I've never seen before, waves my way, nodding his head at me, a strange grin on. I can't lie, but I usually don't pay mind to such behavior, but somehow this interaction makes shivers climb up my spine and the hair to on the back of my neck to rise.

"Hi gorgeous!" He approaches me and I try to act like I don't see him, taking a few steps to my right hoping he'd get the note and leave me alone. "Hey!" He whistles at me trying to get my attention. "You deaf or somethin girl?" He asks lifer coming my way. "I'm just not interested, ok can you leave me be?" I ask hoping he'll give up. "So what maybe I can change your mind, huh?" He says, coming my way aggressively. I feel my bones shake with fear and I try to move away from him, while trying to remember everything I learned in self defense class, but all that seems to be useless now. "I don't know you ok?" I say, picking up my pace, not running just yet, thinking if I should turn back where I came from.

While I'm in my head sweating my decision, the guy catches my wrist in his hand and pulls me towards him. I wince at the way his grip on my wrist twists my joint and shoots pain up my arm. "Let me go!" I try to rip my arm out of his hold but, he's to strong. "Oh come on baby, just a kiss, maybe I'll grab a boob or two, they look gorgeous" my free hand goes to cover my chest and I look frantically around to see if there's anyone that can help me, but there isn't. Panic is high in me and the smirk the guy has on his face, makes my blood turn to ice in my veins. "Help, someone help me!" I shout as loud as I can, before he slaps me across the face. The hit takes me off balance and in doing so, he brings me flush to him, putting his hand over my mouth and the other around my waist. With my hands free I start to hit him anywhere I can, but he's big so he doesn't even budge. "You cunt! Stop fucking hitting me!" He growls at me, his spit hitting my cheek.

I can't see anything, tears are flowing down my face and I'm struggling to breathe with his hand on my mouth. I can see all the ways this might go and I'm terrified. Suddenly I'm roughly shaken and he lets go of me, so I fall to the ground, my legs numb. "Shh , hey it's fine!" I hear a muffled voice say and I feel hands on my arms trying to grab at me, I scream and push away, closing my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest and crying. I hear a bunch of commotion around me, but I'm scared to move, so I just sit there, formed into a ball.

I feel a set of arms wrap around me and I flinch away. "Shh baby, Y/n it's me, it's Austin." I hear softly and I lunch at him, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "I swear to you I want to kill that motherfucker, I hope my fist fucking stays on his face for the rest of his scum bag life." He sounds so angry, but his touch is so warm and comforting. "I I I'm sssorry" I stammer from crying, nuzzling my face in his chest. "Don't you dare apologize. Come on baby, I'll lift you up." Austin says, hooking one arm under my legs and the other on my back. He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, kissing the top of my head.

I hear the door to his trailer open and soon enough I feel the fluffy bed under me. His hands push the hair out of my face and he uses his thumbs to wipe my tears away. "I knew I should've walked with you." He says more, to himself p, giving me a good look over, anger intensifying on his face as he notices my red wrist and probably swollen cheek. "I should go back there and give that guy more punches to take home." I shake my head and take his hands off my face, rubbing his knuckles, frowning when I see the cuts and bruises on his hands. "Aus what did you do?" I ask my voice barely a whisper.

"Some guy from sound said he heard some girl scream for help, my mind when directly to you, I hate that I was right. I ran and when I saw him grabbing at you, I ripped him off of you, got him to the ground and punched as hard as I could, I hope I broke something, maybe his nose" he takes his hands back and goes to the sink to wet a small wash cloth, bringing it over and wiping my face. "I'll change and then we can go back to the apartment ok? They gave me two days off." He says, placing another kiss on my forehead, then quickly undressing, putting the clothes in a bag and getting into his own. It only takes him a minute or two, but it feels like an eternity and I'm so happy, when he gets on the bed and pull me on top of him, arms tight around me. "I'm so sorry honey, are you ok?" Austin asks again

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little shaken up." I say, grimacing when I speak since it hurts from all the screaming. "I think we should go by the medic, your cheek is pretty red and your wrist is bruising" he speaks softly, massaging my back. "I'm fine." I push hoping he'd drop if. "How's your hand, does it hurt?" I ask and push myself off of him, getting up from the bed and going to my bag to pick my balm for cuts and bruises. I take the wet towel and motion him to come sit at the edge of the bed with me. "Give me your hand." But he's stubborn. "I should be taking care of you, I'm fine." He argues, making me roll my eyes. "Aus, your knuckles are bleeding, please!" I plead with him and he finally gives in. While I work on his hands his lips kiss my face over and over again, making my skin feel warm and tingly.

"I think if there's anyone that can kiss it better it's you." I admit, smiling, while I carefully apply cream to his bruised knuckles. He doesn't even flinch but I know they must be hurting. "Are you really ok? Please Y/n tell me, I promise not to go break his neck." Austin's nostrils flare up as his anger flashes back to him, and I sigh. "I'm not fine, I was so scared, I took all those self defense classes and I couldn't do anything." I feel tears in my eyes again and he places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Come here, my darling love, I'm sorry you had to go through this, I'm here!" He assures me, pulling me into a breath taking hug.

I breathe in his scent, feeling my muscles relax, the warmth his body provides being exactly what I needed. "Let's go home and get you a warm bath, hm? And then we'll stuff ourselves full of chocolate and ice cream, while watching Twilight!" I giggle at the plans he has made for the night. "I would love that!" I reply truthfully, leaning my head back and pulling him in for a kiss. Austin's lips are warm and soft and sweet, almost too familiar in taste. "Did you use my lip balm?" I ask licking my lips and looking at him, chuckling when he blushes. "Just a bit, maybe, no.." he defends himself, bringing me back for another kiss, one of his hands holding my chin. "Liar!" I say, before his lips crash onto mine. He giggles into the kiss, and his tongue, licks my bottom lip asking for permission, which I give delighted. Austin's tongue explores my mouth and his hands keep me close to his chest, so close I can feel his heart pounding. "I love you!" I say between shallow breaths. "You're my everything!" He admits looking into my eyes and I melt into the blue of his irises.

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cocteaucherry · 4 months

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𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮- 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩

〘 tw- 18+ ,arranged marriages, geto being rude, slight misogyny

𝙖𝙣- 〘this is possibly one of the worst things I've ever written :(

what a plot twist you were

Those words were repeated your whole life, a constant reminder of the mistake you made before even becoming conscious, being born into one of the strongest sorcerer clans in the country meant high expectations for the heir. And would you fucking believe it centuries of fighting and generational wealth rewarded them with a weak, non sorcerer child.

So now you sat on a plush bed in an unfamiliar room picking at your now brittle nails, arranged marriages were not out of the norm for clans of your status but to be sold a few hours after your 22nd birthday was the only blow you needed.

The staff who escorted you around the stone building gave you a heads-up about your soon-to-be husband and your new life.

He won't respect you in any way for your weak status

this arrangement is purely for financial gain and has nothing to do with his personal beliefs

You are simply a guaranteed cash grab basically, from what you gathered Suguru Geto, your fiance was one of the highest-ranked sorcerers in jujutsu society yet you've never seen him kinda like an urban legend.

You stood up walking towards the exquisite floor length mirror, why was everything in this place so detailed? You thought to yourself before admiring the new attire you were presented with, it was a traditional straight-line cut kimono. It had a light pink floral pattern with pale green accents. In all it was a beautiful delicate piece but it made you truly wonder what time frame this guy was in.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a harsh knock, before you could answer the door was harshly pushed open. A woman with light colored hair and a purple dress stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand she glared down at you, “he’s ready for you, follow me.”

oh great he’s ready for you. You plastered on a fake refraining your need to roll your eyes, “Great.” You said following her out the door, her pace was steady but the words she delivered came out quickly. “I know I’ve already addressed the two major points but there’s more,” she spat at you looking to her side. “Never address him as Suguru, he’s sir or very rarely Geto to you, you’ll be lucky if he even looks at you let alone touch you.”

“Uh huh,” You hummed quietly mentally cursing yourself for not just faking your death and becoming a new person, before you knew it you both approached a large wooden door, “He’s in there, someone will escort you back to your room when he’s finished.” She cracked open the door enough for you to get through, when you froze for a few seconds she aggressively motioned for you to go inside. Well, aren't they friendly.

You quickly stepped through the crack flinching at the loud noise the slammed door behind you made, “Seriously?!” You whispered.

“I’m guessing you’re my new wife?”

The voice cut right through you as you looked ahead nervously to greet the voice, a man sat on a tatami mat, his long dark hair framing his stoic face. You nodded immediately going to bow, “Y-yes I’m y/n l/n-“

“I don’t remember asking you your name, you monkeys really are predictable.” A sickly grin grew on his face as he stood up, you felt your jaw tick as you had to bite your tongue to not spout off. “I’m sure my members already spoke to you about our arrangement.”

You glanced at him avoiding eye contact as he stalked closer to you, “yes sir.” Hearing the words sir come out of your mouth made him chuckle coldly, “You’re lucky I even agreed to this, I wouldn’t be caught dead with someone of your status, but… money is money~.” He hummed standing directly in front you. He was so close you could smell his scent, vanilla with a hint of sandalwood, it was intoxicating but you had to remind yourself of the situation.

“To think, the only child of one of the most powerful clans in the country, born to crawl and suffer with the other weaklings, what a surprise you must’ve been.” those words made you snap, “I'm guessing this whole place is full of spoiled assholes-“ you were cut off by a hand gripping your jaw, his hand tilted your head to make eye contact with him.

His amber eyes glared into yours as his sickly sweet smile faded, “In case you forget I'm the powerful one here, you're nothing, okay?” his hand tightened around your jaw as you quickly nodded.

“Good.” he released the grip on your jaw, backing away, “After dinner, I’ll be expecting you in my room, I need to walk you through some more of your duties.”

Duties? Your stomach dropped and you feared the worst, “You will clean up and attend to me at all times, you're lucky enough to be in my presence. After each night you will return to your room and redo it all over again,” he said matter of factly, not an inflection in his voice noting how insane this “pitch” was.

“You should get going, I'll be waiting for you in..” he peered around for a clock, “Three hours?” the sick grin reappeared on his face as the door behind you opened. The same lady who escorted you here appeared along with another person, “Ah perfect timing, Hanami please stay behind and Miguel, would you be so kind as to escort us back to her room?”

“Whatever you say, Suguru, come on.” you were quickly ushered out of the room but the tall slim man opened the door making the same loud noise as it slammed.

“How’d it go?” Manami questioned tucking her clipboard under her armpit, “About as well as you'd expect from a monkey.” he muttered rubbing the back of his neck, “I’d like to call a meeting before sunset, get everyone in here.”

“Of course Suguru.” She nodded, opening the door to make her exit, as she walked down the hall she noticed something was off.

How come Suguru didn't ask for his anti-bacterial spray?

〘extremely short but should I do a pt. 2? <3

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mooshywrites · 3 months

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Would it be alright to request what Halsin would think of a sorceress Tav? There's custom dialogue lines from him if Tav is a Druid, so I've always wondered what he'd say and think related to her class specifically.

The Druid’s Sorceress

Fem!Reader x Halsin

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A/N - Here’s a few bite sized sorceress blurbs :) <3

Word count - 2K

Warnings - Fluff, lots of game spoilers, slight rewriting of plot points

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“I’m lucky to have met you, Sorceress.”

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~Tiefling Party~

Halsin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for most of the evening. At first, he tried to convince himself that he was only drawn to you because of how you saved him. But Halsin knew, behind that thought, was a desperation to get to know you. To spend even a second more with your magnetic aura.

When you finally danced over to talk to Halsin, he could’ve sworn his heart jumped into his throat.

“Enjoying the party, Druid?” You asked, your words slightly tipsy from the various flavors of wine being passed around the party.

Halsin chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am indeed. Are you also enjoying the party…” Halsin paused, realizing he had no idea what the Hero of the Grove’s speciality lied in.

“Sorceress.” You offered, throwing Halsin a charming smile. “I’m a Sorceress.”

Halsin smiled back, happy he had just another piece of your personality known to him. “Like The Blade. Wyll, was it?”

You scoffed, swishing the wine in your chalice, “He’s a warlock. And between you and me, I’m much better.”

Halsin laughed warmly, nodding his head. “I know not who is better, but I know you yourself are quite impressive.”

“I’m not the only one.” You replied, appreciatively.

Halsin didn’t miss the way the sorceress’s cheeks flushed slightly. He bit back his words, afraid he would come on too strong. He hadn’t known you for long, and well… he couldn’t bring himself to allow the kind of distraction you had become. Not yet at least.

“So tell me about the Shadowlands.” You questioned, taking a step forward to hear the Druid over the music better.

Halsin only offered a thin smile, trying his best not to convey how those words twisted in his chest. “You needn’t worry about those things until morning. Go. Enjoy your party, hero.”

Halsin was thankful that you took his advice, leaving with a genuine smile. He would’ve talked to you all evening if circumstances were different. Would’ve invited you to sit with him under the stars, somewhere more quiet.

He couldn’t though. Not while the knowledge of how nature rotted on the journey’s path. Something he should’ve tried to fix much much earlier.

No, getting to know the Sorceress would have to wait.

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~Dancing Lights~

The camp was quieter than usual that night. The fight with Oliver was difficult, the fights along the way making the end battle even more so. Once you all finally made it back to camp, most went to their tent to lick their wounds.

You, however, trudged your way towards Halsin’s tent.

Halsin was whittling away quietly, hoping the movements would lessen his stress. Thaniel lay further in the tent, still completely unconscious. It was almost as if Thaniel was in a deep peaceful sleep, resting upon Halsin’s bedroll. He wanted to go with you to find Thaniel’s other half, but he couldn’t tear himself from the boy.

Halsin startled when you cleared your throat, too entrenched in his thoughts to hear your approach.

He dropped his whittling looking up to you hopefully. “Did you find it? Will Thaniel be whole?”

You sighed and plopped down next to him, picking up his unfinished wooden duck. You rubbed the shavings off idly, your voice weary when you spoke, “Yes, I found him.” Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Oliver said he’d come back to Thaniel. I’m never playing hide and seek again.”

“Oliver?” Halsin started.

Before he could continue, there was a stir in the corner of Halsin’s tent. Halsin’s hand shot over to grip yours as he stared at the bundle, his eyes wide.

Your own eyes widened as you saw a small boy sit up off of the furs, yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Thaniel's other half, whom you had only heard stories of before, now sat before you both. His small horns sat delicately on his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he blinked away the remnants of sleep.

Halsin's grip on your hand tightened, a mix of awe and disbelief etched across his face. "Is this... Is this truly him?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

Halsin nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes. This is Thaniel wholly put together, In the flesh."

The young horned boy blinked up at both of you and tilted his head curiously. "Who are you?" he asked towards you, his voice melodic and excited as he pointed.

You giggled softly, giving the boy a shy smile. “I’m a friend of Halsin’s. I helped him save you.”

“She’s a sorceress. Quite a good one.” Halsin added proudly.

Your cheeks heated slightly, not sure how to take the compliment.

Thaniel narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “A sorceress, hmm? Cast something then!”

You couldn’t help but laugh again at the childish pout the boy gave you. Who could say no to that face? You took a breath and whispered the incantation, circling your finger in the air to cast ‘Dancing lights’.

Beautiful blue orbs blipped into existence, shining gentle light over everything below it.

Thaniel's eyes widened in wonder as he watched the dancing lights float around the tent. His excitement was infectious, and soon both you and Halsin found yourselves smiling at the sight.

But as the lights swirled and twirled, something peculiar happened. They began to take on different shapes—a miniature dragon, a cascading waterfall, a blooming flower. The lights had a life of their own, responding to Thaniel's imagination and bringing his fantasies to life.

Thaniel clapped his hands in delight, his laughter filling the tent. "This is incredible! Can we make them do more?"

You nodded slightly, in awe of how the boy could manipulate someone else’s spell so easily.

“He acts as if he’s never seen magic before. Even though he can use it in such an incredible way.” You murmured, turning to Halsin.

Halsin’s chest filled with warmth when your eyes met his, “Maybe he hasn’t seen magic from one so beautiful.”

Your cheeks blushed brilliant red, your eyes unable to break away from the man.

Thaniel‘s voice cut through, making the two of you look towards him and realize the dancing light’s had completely disappeared.

“Miss Halsin’s-pretty-sorceress?” He asked, tinged with sarcasm, “Can you bring the lights back?

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~Owlbear Cub~

Scratch and Owlbear cub played loudly, running through the center of the camp. You watched on, the display a nice distraction from the long day.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the camp, you couldn't help but feel a swell of warmth in your chest. The playful antics of Scratch and the Owlbear cub had brought a much-needed respite to the weariness that had settled upon your companions.

With a contented smile, you leaned back against the rough trunk of an ancient oak tree, observing the camaraderie forming between Scratch, a stray pup you had taken under your wing, and the Owlbear cub, a gentle baby with fluffy feathers and curious eyes. Their chase carried them further into the camp, weaving through tents and scattering supplies in their wake.

Laughter echoed through the air as your weary companions watched on, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Even Astarion with his unyielding glare, couldn't suppress a chuckle at the sight of the unlikely pair's boundless energy.

As dusk began to deepen, Halsin bumbled over to sit next to you. He carried his whittling tools, starting his next project as soon as he was on the ground. The two of you had grown much closer in the past days, now comfortable enough with each other to sit together in silence. It was nice, being able to unwind after the stressful days. You didn’t feel the need to make endless conversation, content to just appreciate each others presence.

Scratch and the cub quieted in the distance for a split second before the little Owlbear squeaked in pain. Your head shot up, concern rising in you as you looked towards them.

The Owlbear rounded the corner, limping to you with a whimper. Scratch followed close behind, barking as if he was trying to get everyone’s attention.

Halsin stood up, “Give me just a moment to see to Scratch and I’ll see to the cub.”

You watched as the cub slinked over, crawling up into your lap as it let out pitiful chitters.

You gathered the creature into your arms as much as you could, cooing over the poor thing. You couldn’t see what had hurt it, only that it was favoring its back paw.

You gently examined the Owlbear cub's injured paw, careful not to cause any further pain. It seemed like a sprain, and you sighed with relief that it wasn't anything more serious. The little creature nestled closer to you, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Halsin returned with a concerned expression, crouching down beside you. "How is the cub?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"It's just a sprain, nothing too serious," you replied, giving the cub a gentle stroke. "I think some rest and healing magic should do the trick."

Halsin nodded, reaching out his hand to cast a spell. A small green glow started to radiate outwards before it fizzled.

“Oak Father Preserve me,” Halsin muttered. “It seems I’ve been rendered empty of mana.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “I’m not. I can do it.”

Halsin leaned in as you cast your healing spell, a warm glow shining against the cub’s feathers

As you channeled your magic into the sprained paw, a soothing warmth enveloped the Owlbear cub. Its beady eyes stared up at you with an almost grateful expression, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at being able to help your oversized baby.

The Owlbear crawled out of your arms, much more sure footed than before. It tentatively tested its weight on the healed paw, Scratch standing close by as if he felt protective of his oddly shaped little sibling. A delighted squeak emanated from the cub’s throat as it realized the pain was completely gone.

Halsin watched in awe, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "You truly have a gift," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence.

You gave him a modest smile before turning your attention back to the cub, gently nuzzling its soft feathers. It nuzzled back against your cheek affectionately, expressing its gratitude in its own adorable way. It’s funny, how quickly this cub changed from wanting to eat you to wanting to be coddled constantly.

As you continued to sit there, Halsin leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against your own.

“You’re able to do so many different kinds of magic. You’re so powerful.” He murmured.

His hand reached over to stroke the owl bear softly before it rested on your own.

“I’m lucky to have met you, Sorceress.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at Halsin's words, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. With a soft smile, you turned to him, your eyes meeting his. "And I am lucky to have met you too, Halsin," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

The setting sun cast an ethereal glow upon the two of you, enveloping you in a moment of quiet intimacy. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the beating of your hearts. It felt as if time had come to a standstill, allowing this connection between you and Halsin to flourish.

As you sat there, hand in hand, the camp around you bustled with activity once again. Companions prepared meals, shared stories, and tended to their duties. But in that small pocket of serenity beneath the ancient oak tree, it was just the two of you.

A Druid and his Sorceress.

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manlicker69 · 10 months

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Hmm so could I request light yagami x male reader that acts like dazai?

I'm horrible with plot ideas, but he could be misa's brother?

Oh could it be a fluff & smut? With m!reader being bottom? (If you're comfortable)

-sunny

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yesss omg i haven't really seen much fluff light but I can definitely work with this!! Thanks for the request Sunny :3

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Tags :: Light Yagami x Male Reader, smut, fluff, praise, worship, manlicker69, soft Light, reader has healed and scabbed scars, kissing, soft sex, comfort, anal, gay, reference of Light being a God (yk), oral (reader recieves)

After a long day for both of you, Light wishes to worship you instead of you worshiping him.

You've been working all day, stress decorating your figure. Sitting on Light's bed, when you hear his footsteps approach.

"Light! Oh my pookie wookie bear how i've missed you!"

Cringing at the satire name, Light embraced your body with his.

"My love, how I've missed you all day."

You leave his embrace with a giggle, jumping back onto the bed with recoil.

"Aww, you missed me? How much would you say? As large as a subway 12", or as big as Japan?"

Your intoxicating smile protruded Light's mind, mentally lifting him off of his feet. He walked on clouds to meet your face once again, greeting your lips softly. After a peaceful few seconds, he disconnects from you.

"Bigger than the distance to the moon and back, my love."

He engorged himself into your scent, appreciating the being in his arms. He greeted your lips once more, caressing your curves with curved wrists. Deep into the kiss, Light pushes you more onto the bed for him to roam over you, peppering love into your soul. You pull away to breathe properly, breathlessly staring into his dark orbs.

"I never thought that I'd be making love to a God."

You smirked, knowing your statement would arouse him even further than your body has. Light grew harder against you, but softly grabbed your form closer to kiss you once more.

"This God has noticed your effort, and he will gift you with his praise in return."

While leaving trails of kisses down your neck, he began undressing your top, feeling you up to his heart's content. He kisses your healed and unhealed scars, hoping his love overtakes their sorrow meaning. He continues his trail down your chest and stomach, hands attending his own shirt.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are Y/n... - do you consent to this?"

Focused on his gorgeous face, you slip trying to find your words.

"You have my consent, my love."

Light grips your face as if the world were to fall on him, and pecks a kiss before lowering down to your chest as he undresses your lower half. Your length springs up to the heavens, harsh and cold air hitting it.

"Are you prepared for your gift?"

You nod with a grin on your face, calm yet madly in love with everything about him. He leans forward towards your crotch to take your member in his mouth. His mouth hollow while taking you slowly. Groans and soft moans leave your throat, grasping the sheets you lie on. Light hums along your cock as he fully takes you down his throat, lifting his orbs to view your own.

"Your... your mouth feels amazing around my cock Light, keep... keep going please."

He moves along your length, swallowing both his own saliva and your pre-cum as well as he can. He starts quickening his pace faster, wanting to see your reaction. You start thrusting in his mouth, sweating like an addict for more friction. With your last thrust, you cum in his throat, watching his eyes roll back as he chokes on you. Pulling himself off of you, he grabs your face to kiss you more. You can taste your come in his mouth, arousing you even further.

"Lie down comfortably, please."

You both let go and you readjust you position, lying down on your back, staring at your lover.

"You're such a good boy y/n, such a good boy for me."

He pecks your cheek softly, then aligning himself with your entrance. With a small sigh, he slowly enters you, stirring whines and moans from you once again, He was much bigger than you, but he could still hit all of the right spots.

"Mmm... Y/n, tell me when to move."

You huff and puff around his cock, throbbing and squeezing him while you adjust. Light brushes your face wish his lips, a soft gesture you didn't often see.

"I'm okay now... you can move Light."

The sound of his name lit up in his mind like a light bulb, and started turning his gears to thrust inside of you. Making sure not to break you, he tries to hold back on his strength.

"You're so fucking handsome I - Oh my godd y/n..."

He quickens his thrusts and forms a ryrhem to follow your moans, music to his ears. Your whines performing as an orchestra to his ears. At an attempt to solve his hunger for more of you, he leans down to kiss and bite your neck.

"L-light oh my mmf... I'm gonn-"

Light swallows your words with a kiss, eating them one by one. His pace at high speeds, both his movement and your moans loud and fast. He begins loosing precision in his thrusts as he can feel his orgasm, while you scratch his back for any sense of relief. On the brink of his orgasm, you feel your own make a mess on your chest and his. He makes one final big thrust, continued with little ones, staying on top of your chest.

"You are such a good boy for me y/n , in and out of bed."

Finding your vision after your washed orgasm, you let out a soft laugh to his humor. Before the two do you could continue your short lived conversation, a call spawns in the room. Light and you look around, trying to spot the phone. Light spots it lying on the floor in one of your discarded pant pockets.

“You’re not going to answer that, right?”

Light chuckles, and does everything you didn’t want him to do ; he picked up the phone.

“Helloooo?? Y/n??? Ugh I’ve been texting you!!! Why haven’t you answered me yet??”

The loud high pitched voice of Misa fills the room.

“Sorry, he was busy with something, he’ll get back to you soon.”

He closes the phone as she protests, but fails to stop him.

“Why’d you do that?”

You lie there, still stuffed with Light’s cock.

“It’s fun to annoy your sister.”

Hope you enjoy! I am pretty tired and I am not energized enough to edit or fix any possible issues or just stuff I don't like so sorry >_<

I also kinda forgot abt the misa part so i put it in the end lol 😭😭

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Have any requests? Dm me! <33

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the100thtwilightmaze · 3 months

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Could I get an embry imagine, where like you guys are cuddling and things get kinda steamy? Smut if you feel comfortable

Title: Warming Up (Feb. 13, 2024)

Embry Call x fem!reader Imagine (Twilight)

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT/teasing/soft!dom Embry(I guess)/not proof read 😂

Y'ALL I DIDNT REALIZE THAT I HAD WRITTEN IN FOUR WHOLE YEARS WTF?!??!

so let's see if I still got it 😂 went back through my asks from apparently years ago 😬😂 and picked this one.

THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT PIECE PLEASE BE KIND 😭

PLEASE LIKE/REBLOG/COMMENT

The night was ending like many of your others. Embry in the driver's seat, you in the passenger. Leaving another dinner at the Black's. A warm meal surrounded by people you considered family was something you would never grow tired of.

Finally making it back to your apartment, you were greeted with warmth and shelter from the pelting rain.

"I think this storm's gonna be a bad one, babe. Looks like we made it home just in time." you heard Embry call out, making his way to you guy's bedroom.

"Maybe Sam will take pity on you and let you off of patrols tomorrow morning. Then, I can have you all to myself." you replied, pulling off you coat and following him into the bedroom.

In true Embry fashion, his shirt was already forgotten, thrown in some corner of our already cluttered room.

Now, this was also something you'd never grow tired of.

Embry was beautiful. Copper skin, long hair that made it nearly halfway down his back, his tribal tattoo, and a few other tattoos he had collected in the past few years scattered all over his lean physique. Muscles that required no maintenance from him. The sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Good God

"Babe, I love your confidence but you know Sam takes more of a No Mercy type of approach." he joked, climbing into bed.

"Now, come on. Let's finish this movie we started the other day. I wanna see this plot twist you've been going on about." he said, pulling the covers back in invitation.

Never one to deny your imprinter much of anything, you accepted his invitation. Stripping of your day clothes and into your..... bear necessaties with a plan in mind.

"Y/N, what are you up to?" he quipped from behind you after you finally nestled yourself between his legs, your back to his front.

"Don't flatter yourself, Call. I'm just trying to warmed up since somebody still hasn't gotten the heat in the truck fixed." you replied, grabbing the remote and flipping to Netflix.

If you say so, you heard him mutter. Wrapping his arm around your middle and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

Now, Embry always got a little too engrossed in whatever was playing on the TV. So engrossed that he didn't even notice when your fingers began to trace over one of his numerous tattoos.

Or when you reached behind you and ran your nails along his scalp.

But you know what he did notice? When you slightly readjusted to where your ass was flush against the impressive bulge concealed under his sweats.

A guttural moan and his arm tightening around your middle was his response.

"Still not warm enough, Ms. Y/L/N?" he teased, skimming his lips up your shoulder and right below your ear, grabbing the remote to pause the movie.

"Not quite yet, Call. But I think you can help remedy that." you answered back, turning around to give him your full attention, straddling his growing erection.

A small smile he offered before one of his hands crept up to pull your lips to his. His other hand roaming to your rear.

Everyone thought of Embry as timid and shy. Quiet and reserved. But they never got to see this side of Embry (and they never would if you had anything to do with it). Primal and animalistic. Teeth scraping along your neck. One hand fisting your hair, the other making its way into your panties.

A small whimper escaped you, quickly swallowed up by Embry.

"I've barely even touched you yet baby and you're already soaked." Embry pulled back just enough to tease.

"Embry, please..." you moaned, feeling his thick fingers work through your folds.

"How long have you been waiting for me, baby? Huh?" he questioned, fingers still just barely missing where you need him most.

"Were you sitting at the dinner table, thinking of all the ways I could fuck you? Use your words, baby. Talk to me." he teased, ignoring your plea, using the hand that wasn't teasing your pussy to unclip your bra.

You couldn't even formulate words at this point. If it wasn't Embry, your imprinter and the love of your life, you would be embarrassed with how quickly you were reduced to a whimpering mess.

"Yes. Yes. God, yes." you moaned, legs shaking as one of his fingers teased your clit.

"That's my good girl. Always so eager for me." he replied, flipping you over on your back. Taking off your underwear and throwing to yet another corner of your room.

"God. Would you look at her? Making such a mess. Just waiting to be stuffed full." he teased, his eyes zeroed in to the apex of your legs, teasing your entrance yet again.

"And who am I to deny her?" he questioned while sinking two fingers in your wet walls.

"Fuck, Em!" you moaned at the intrusion.

"You're just sucking me right in, baby. Such a greedy little thing." he mocked, his thumb coming to teasing your bungle of nerves while his other fingers worked magic inside you.

Bringing his lips down, his teeth scraped across one of your harden nipples, making you fist your hand in his long locks.

You felt his hardened length teasing at your thigh, still (to your dismay) fully clothed.

Between the bites he was leaving across your chest, the thumb toying at your clit and the two fingers wreaking havoc inside you, you knew you wouldn't last long. That knot in your stomach was already growing, your legs already trembling.

"Embry, baby..." you managed to whimper. But his face was buried in the crook of your neck now, his lips whispering the filthiest things between kisses.

"Embry. Baby. Fuck. I need you. Fuck, baby. I need you inside. I need to feel you inside, baby. Please." you managed, just slightly louder than before. But he had heard you. Evidenced by the sudden stop in kisses and the halt in movement of his fingers.

"Fuck, Y/N. If that's what you want, I'll give it to you." he groaned, bringing his lips to yours and making quick work of his sweats.

Embry was girthy and just long enough to hit that one spot that had you seeing stars. His dick stood at attention, red and weaping. You moaned at the sight, remembering that delicious stretch.

He teased the head through your folds, smearing your wetness and his precum through your folds, making you both moan at the sensation.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from your dripping cunt.

All you could do was nod your head in confirmation.

Bringing his lips to yours, Embry sank into you.

Swallowing each other's moans with a kiss, he set a steady rhythm. The only sounds to be heard in the small apartment were your moans and the sound of skin slapping.

"Fuck, you take me so well, baby. Look at you, creaming by dick. Such a good fucking girl." he muttered, eyes once again zeroed on where you were joined.

You moaned at his praise, involuntarily clenching around him causing his thrusts to stutter.

"You gonna cum, baby? Already?" he smirked, bringing that fucking thumb up to your clit once more.

"Then come, baby. Make a mess on this dick for me." he commanded, claiming your mouth once more.

You saw stars.

Glalxies.

And whatever else was out there.

A broken moan leaving you as Embry's orgasm followed shortly after.

Pulling his softening member from you, Embry collapsed next to you. Both of you offering small giggles in between trying to catch your breath.

Covering you up, he pulled you to him. Finally offering the warmth that you were so desperately asking for.

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afroditisworld · 6 months

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Brooklyn baby

Late Eycte! Alex Turner x Singer!Reader

Warnings: smut, smoking, stoned sex? spanking, oral (female received), smut without plot, soft dom Alex, tits play and use of pet names (doll, luv, princess) if you are not into that please don't read it :))

word count: 3k

You and Lana were best friends. You were like sisters from different mothers. You grew up with each other, and it didn't turn out to be a surprise when you both decided to follow the same career. Both of you were talented women in the music business. You both followed each other every step of the way. You normally planned your tours together and attended each other's shows with every change. It was a mutual relationship based on support and admiration for one another's talents and successes.

So when she met Miles Kane and Alex Turner, she also introduced them to you, and you instantly matched each other's energies. But, oh, you and Alex, you had an electric connection with your first conversation. You felt an indescribable spark every time you talked to him. Alex had his way of making you smile. His witty humour and charming personality captivated you from the start. With every word he spoke, you found yourself drawn closer to him and as time went on, your bond only grew stronger.

You and Alex were at your home studio, trying to get the perfect sound for one of your songs. It was one of those terrible days when you'd prefer to listen to one of your vinyl records than try to come up with new ideas. You were attempting to play a song on your keyboard, but nothing seemed to come together. You sighed as you turned to see Alex, who was lying on the floor with his back to the wall, doing the same thing with his electric guitar.

"I'm going to play a record," you said, hoping it would bring some inspiration, and you walked towards the record player. "Do you mind?" you continued.

"No, maybe I can strum a few chords while you listen and find something new," he replied mindlessly.

You laughed at your current state as you picked a random record from the collection and gently placed it on the turntable. As the familiar crackle of the vinyl filled the room, you watched as his fingers effortlessly moved across the strings of his guitar, creating a melody that seemed to be perfectly in harmony with the song that was playing in the background.

"Oh, I love this song," you whispered, and you started mumbling the song lyrics under your breath. "I didn't know that you liked Lou Reed," he commented, listening to your soft humming with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, his music has always clicked with me," you replied, your voice barely audible over the music. "I've been listening to his songs for years; Lana teases me for that; she had written a song about it," you said with a smile.

When the record ended, the room was filled with silence. "Does it bother you?" Alex's voice brought you back to reality, showing you his lighter that was ready to light up his joint. You just shook your head in response.

You both had given up on finding some tunes for your song. Instead, you approached him and sat next to him. You were lying on the floor, your heads facing the ceiling, in silence. Then suddenly Alex placed the joint in your mouth, giving you a puff, and as the smoke filled your lungs, you closed your eyes. At that moment, a calming sense washed over you, as if the worries and stress of the outside world had been temporarily suspended and time stood still. With each exhale, the weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten, allowing you to fully embrace the tranquillity of the moment. Alex's fingers were still on your lips, and you could feel the warmth of their touch spreading through your body. Slowly, you felt your mind drift away. Your body grew more and more hotter, yet the cool air in the atmosphere made you shiver. Alex forced you to look at him and his unexpected action made you freeze. You just stared at his beautiful eyes and waited for him to say anything.

“Fuck” he sighed with a smirk “You got some soft lips there” he continued your heart racing as you tried to process his unexpected compliment. You couldn't help but blush, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. “I'm always catching myself thinking if you could put them in good work for me,” he said and you were so surprised that you only blinked you could barely find words to respond.

“Oh, don't act so surprised luv, I know that you wanted too, I can say from the way you look at me” he added again. It wasn't that you didn't want to but you really didn't know how to react. You never believed that Alex could be so forward.

"Come here," he said, lifting himself up. You move closer to him without thinking, never breaking eye contact, and as you get closer to him you fall to your knees. Everything seemed to start dragging on a bit slower as the high settled into your mind and every touch made you shiver. "Oh, no, it's not about me tonight," he said, helping you stand up. You looked at him confused, and he kissed you passionately on your lips, catching you off guard. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, and you couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this sudden display of affection. As he pulled away, a mischievous smile played on his lips, and he whispered, "Tonight, it's all about you."

When the words left his mouth, he kissed you again, lifting you up and placing you on the nearest table. His hands roamed gently over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before. "Alex," a soft moan left your mouth. As his hands travelled all over your body. "What is it, doll? Tell me what you need," he asked. "I- I need…y-you" you moaned, so ashamed that you couldn't even look him in the face. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every minute passing. God, this weed was doing too much to you. "No need to tell it twice," he said, placing his hand on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. The combination of his touch and the effects of the weed heightened your desire, leaving you craving more. A cry left your mouth as you kissed him back, and he bit your lip, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body. The room seemed to spin as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating mix. It was a moment of pure surrender, where nothing else mattered but the raw desire between you. You wrapped your leg around him as you quickly deepened the kiss. You gasped into Alex's mouth as you felt his hands touch up and down your back.

Without even realising it, your top and your bra were lying scattered in the studio while Alex's mouth took one of your nipples between his teeth and pulled hard, gazing up at you as you cried out of pleasure and pain. Your back was arching from the pleasure his mouth was giving you, and all this attention in your sweet spot was making you soak through the fabric of your undies. His hands were hugging your boobs perfectly as he was teasing you, alternating between gentle caresses and rough squeezes. The combination of his skilled mouth and expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fiery desire within you. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, losing yourself to Alex, which left you breathless and yearning for more.

"Al, p-please. You're teasing me so much." You pleaded with a desperate voice, your words laced with a mixture of need and anticipation. Alex's eyes met yours, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own desires and with a wet pop, he let go of your breasts. The waiting was maddening, every nerve in your body on edge as you watched him slowly remove his hand from your breast and lower it between your legs. He smirked, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh, inching closer to where you craved his touch the most. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the fabric, sending a shock of electricity through your body. He lowered himself, and his hot breath was hitting your clothed pussy sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Tell me what you need and I will give it to you," he whispered seductively. You could hardly find the words to respond, but the ache in your core fueled your determination.

"I need your touch," you managed to utter, your voice trembling with tension. With that, he lifted your skirt and slid his fingers beneath your panties granting you the pleasure you craved, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

"You're so wet for me," Alex said, thrusting two fingers into you. As your hands grabbed his hair, his thumb slid to circle your clit, fingers now steadily pumping into you. Your spine arched and your legs sought to close as he curled his fingers in the perfect position. He looked up at you, disappointingly shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart come on, I know you can do better than that," he said wanting to continue pushing you to your limits.

“Close your feet again and I'm going to stop,” he said, with a serious expression on his face.

With his jawline sharp, he placed his hands on your back as he pushed you to the edge of the table. You could feel the pressure building in your muscles and the passion surging through your veins. He helped you take your panties off, and he lowered himself between your legs.

You gasped and rolled your eyes back as his tongue touched your clit. His hands gripped your thighs and held them open for him, so tightly that you swear it'll leave a mark on your skin. As he continued to lick and suck your pussy, his tongue touched you in all the right spots. With your hands pulling the back of his head, you pushed your hips into his mouth as he thrust the tip of his tongue into you. Alex groaned against you, and the pleasure reached all the way to your core.

He rubbed his thumb on your clit again, making you see stars. Your body trembled in pleasure as you cried out his name. He was looking at you and, he couldn't help but enjoy having such power over you.

“A-Alex, please” you whispered.

“Please what doll?” he asked teasing you.

“Ple-please, don't stop” You paused not being able to utter a phrase with his face between your legs.

“I'm gonna cum Al- please, d-don't stop” you continued as one of your hands gripped the table tightly.

Alex moaned as your orgasm landed on his tongue, the sweet taste lingering in his mouth as he sucked the juices. The heat of the moment overwhelmed both of you, leaving you breathless and craving for more. He pulled away, gently placing your shaking legs down. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this was only the beginning. You felt your juice running out of your thighs, and your mind was all over.

You only came back to reality when he helped you turn around and bent you over the table, ready to take you from behind. When your breasts touched the cold furniture, you gasped at the sensation.

“We are not done, luv,” he said with a playful grin. You weren't able to respond but you needed him, you wanted to feel him inside you, all the anticipation that your previous action gave you and the high feeling of the joint that you two smoked made you even more hornier, longing for his touch. Eager to feel him again you pushed your hips against him, causing friction as his bone teased your entrance, he then backed up and let a spank fall in your ass. It was so unfair, he was fully dressed when you were wearing nothing but a skirt that was barely covering anything because he turned it up.

The painful sense sent a rush of pleasure through your body, and a cry left your lips. You closed your legs, trying to get some relief. But again, that gave you another spank.

“Please” you begged again, hoping for mercy. And then the sound of Alex unzipping his pants was like harmony in your ears.

“Someone is getting needy” he whispered and when he pushed his member inside of you, burying himself fully, you both moaned.

“Ugh- Al” you moaned as waves of euphoria washed over you. Your legs started shaking and you couldn't bear your own weight anymore. You were a mess. Your moans, his heavy breaths and the sound of your bare skin slapping together filled the room. You could feel his dick hitting against your tight walls with each hard thrust, it was like he was doing it on purpose. You tried to make him slow down by pushing him by his chest but your attempt failed as he grabbed your hands and placed them behind your back.

“You wanted me to stop, luv,” he asked, mocking you. “N-No, just- just please…slow down” you cried out and bit your lips trying to hold yourself quiet. Another orgasm built up quickly inside of you, you were so sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure that you could barely breathe.

“What? Are you going to cum already” he said and spanked you again harder than before, making you whine even louder. You couldn't even respond to him you just nodded and murmured.

“Use your words, babe, like a good girl you are” he groaned. He was getting closer too, your walls were tightening around him and made it very difficult for him to move and not to cum right there.

“Yes. Please yes,” you screamed, and then you placed your hands where you need them the most and started playing with your clit. The pleasure intensified as you felt the waves of orgasm building within you.

But Alex still catch your action. “Such a dirty girl trying so hard to cum on my cock” he said.

He knew he had some power over you and he wouldn't stop until he had made you completely submit to his desires. You couldn't think of anything else but how close you were to your relief. Your body started to shake as the pleasure rushed all over your body. Your mind went blank and you gave yourself to him completely.

You were high, your body aching as you let go once more. Alex moan as your juices covered his cock. Your orgasm seemed to last forever. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, Alex continued to fuck you while you came and you couldn't do anything else but moaned in pleasure.

“ I- please cum inside me, I'm on the pill" you panted. And this was all Alex needed as he filled you up.

When he pulled himself out the mix of his warm release and your juice started running out of you in a sticky mess, you nearly sobbed, as he left you feeling exposed and empty.

“You did so good Y/N," he said helping you to stand up and face him, his eyes were filled with admiration and pride.

“I can't feel my feet,” you said with a shaky voice.

“Come on, princess,” he said as he lifted you in his arms. "How does a bath sound ?" he asked as he carried you towards the bathroom.

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amalythea · 2 months

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「 may sparks fly 」

⤷ info: lyney x gn!reader || fluff!! also a lil bit of crack haha || wc: 1928

⤷ warnings: lyney has the dumb blonde syndrome where he is too blind to realize he is in love, he's also v jealous at some point, are there plot holes in this? possibly. do i care? a little but theres nothing i can do about it now. i may have rushed the ending a lil but its okay we can look past that right guys

⤷ extra: happy bday @thexianzhoujade !! you thought i was done? you thought wrong. (also a very big thank you to @ryuryuryuyurboat for the idea & @blue-b3rries for proofreading <33)

In the heart of the bustling Fontaine city, Lyney captivated the imaginations of children with his dazzling tricks. With a flourish of his hand and a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he effortlessly wove illusions that left his young audience in awe.

As he performed his routine with practiced precision, a figure caught his eye among the crowd. It was a person unlike any other, your gaze fixed intently on Lyney as if drawn by an invisible force. For a fleeting moment, your eyes met, and Lyney's heart skipped a beat.

Caught off guard by the unexpected connection, Lyney's fingers faltered, causing his trick to go awry. With a sheepish grin, he laughed off the mistake, chalking it up to a momentary lapse in concentration.

“Ah, it seems I've let a bit of my clumsiness sneak into the act today,” he playfully announced to the kids, who erupted into laughter. Lyney, ever the showman, continued with the performance, eager to prove that the mishap was nothing more than a fleeting mistake.

However, as the days went by, you continued to linger in the crowd. Every time Lyney attempted a trick, your gaze bore into him, causing an unexpected flutter in his chest. And, just as consistently, whenever your eyes locked, Lyney found himself stumbling over his magic, much to the delight of his young audience.

With each mistake, Lyney offered a lighthearted excuse, blaming fatigue, clumsiness, or even an imaginary mischievous fairy. The children loved the added humor, unaware of the secret dance unfolding between the magician and his silent observer.

Lynette had long since caught on to your presence. She observed with an amused smile as Lyney's perfectly orchestrated acts crumbled, one trick at a time.

One day, as Lyney once again fumbled with his magic, he turned to his sister, frustration clear in his voice. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Lynette! I keep messing up the tricks, but when I do it alone everything goes perfect, the way it’s supposed to be! Something is wrong with my magic.”

With a sly grin, you approached the clearly frustrated magician, your eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. “I think your magic is working just fine, but I enjoy the added entertainment,” you teased, your tone playful yet filled with a hint of genuine warmth.

Lyney, caught off guard by the candid comment, felt a blush creeping up his cheeks.

Lynette, standing nearby, couldn't help but giggle at the exchange between her brother and the mysterious onlooker. She watched as Lyney attempted to regain his composure, his charming grin returning to his face.

“You've been enjoying the show, huh?” Lyney retorted with a playful wink. “Well, I suppose a magician's life can get a bit dull without a few surprises now and then.”

You chuckled, and this time, you spoke more sincerely. “Your tricks are amazing, Lyney. But it's not just about the magic; it's about the unexpected moments, the little imperfections that make it all the more charming.”

As the banter continued, Lynette couldn't help but notice the change in her brother's demeanor. Normally the master of illusion and charming repartee, Lyney seemed genuinely intrigued and a bit flustered by your presence. It was a delightful twist to the usual routine.

With the conversation flowing effortlessly, Lynette decided to play along. “You know,” she chimed in, “if you're enjoying the show so much, maybe you should join us for a cup of tea after the performance.”

The invitation hung in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Lyney, with a mix of curiosity and excitement, agreed to the suggestion. The children, having thoroughly enjoyed the unplanned entertainment, cheered as you made your way to a nearby café.

As you sat together, sipping tea and exchanging stories, the atmosphere was filled with laughter. Lyney found himself genuinely enjoying the company of his mysterious spectator, realizing that maybe, just maybe, the unexpected twists in life could lead to the most enchanting outcomes.

Days turned into weeks, and the friendship between Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, and yourself continued to blossom. All four of you hanging around together became a familiar sight in Fontaine, with Lyney performing tricks, Lynette observing with a watchful eye, Freminet occasionally chiming in with his innocent musings, and you, the silent observer who had become an integral part of their little circle.

One sunny afternoon, as Lyney strolled through the bustling streets with his siblings, he noticed you engaged in a lively conversation with a passerby. There was laughter, a genuine exchange of smiles, and something in Lyney's chest tightened. He couldn't quite comprehend the strange emotions bubbling within him, but the sight of you sharing laughter with someone else stirred an unfamiliar feeling. Lyney frowned, clenching his fist. Lynette and Freminet exchanged a glance, both perceptive to the shift in their brother's mood.

The trio decided to leave the area, but Lyney couldn't shake the lingering sensation of jealousy. It puzzled him, and he found himself contemplating the inexplicable emotions that had surfaced.

In the following days, whenever he spotted you, Lyney made a conscious effort to be more engaging and entertaining. He told jokes, performed tricks with extra flair, and made sure to elicit laughter from you. The motivation behind his actions was unclear even to him—actually, why was he even jealous to begin with?

One evening, as Lyney conjured a bouquet of flowers out of thin air, he caught your eye and delivered a charming wink. The act succeeded in making you laugh, but the underlying tension remained in Lyney's mind.

Each time he made you laugh, Lyney felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction, but it was always overshadowed by the persistent nagging of his own insecurities. Why did he feel this way? What was it about seeing you with someone else that stirred such strong emotions within him?

As Lyney continued to grapple with his conflicting emotions, Lynette and Freminet couldn't help but notice their brother's inner turmoil. They had seen this pattern before—the subtle signs of jealousy, the desperate need for validation—and they knew it was time to address it.

That evening, as they sat together in their cozy home, Lynette and Freminet gently broached the subject with Lyney. “Lyney,” Lynette began, her voice soft but firm, “you’ve been acting differently lately.”

Freminet nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it's like something’s bothering you,” he added, his brow furrowed in concern.

Lyney shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering between his siblings. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he said, attempting to deflect their observations.

But Lynette wouldn't be deterred. “Lyney, we're your siblings. We know you better than anyone else,” she said gently. “And it doesn’t take a lot to notice that something’s wrong.”

Lyney sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I don't understand it myself,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why am I so bothered by seeing them with someone else? It's not like we're... anything.”

Lynette placed a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. “Maybe it's because you care about them more than you realize,” she suggested gently. “Maybe you’re scared of losing them.”

Freminet nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and maybe you're trying so hard to make them laugh because you want to show them that you're just as fun and interesting as that other guy we saw.”

Lyney sat in silence for a moment, processing his siblings' words. Their insight cut through his confusion like a ray of light, illuminating the depths of his feelings in a way he hadn't considered before.

“I guess you’re right,” Lyney admitted quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. Freminet smiled, “Just be honest, Lyney. Let them know what you've been feeling.”

“Worst they can do is say no.”

“Lynette!”

As Lyney pondered his siblings' words, he realized that they were right. He couldn't continue to let his feelings remain bottled up inside him. It was time to take action, to finally express what he had been feeling all along.

With newfound determination, Lyney set out to find you, his heart racing with anticipation. He had rehearsed countless scenarios in his mind, each one more elaborate than the last, but now, faced with the reality of the moment, his confidence wavered.

Lynette and Freminet watched from a distance, their hearts filled with a mix of amusement and exasperation. They had seen Lyney struggle with his feelings for far too long, and it was time to put an end to it once and for all.

As Lyney approached you, his words caught in his throat, he couldn't help but stumble over his own thoughts. Just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind blew through, scattering his carefully prepared confession into the air.

Lyney's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he scrambled to collect his thoughts, but before he could utter a single word, a stray cat darted across his path, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forward.

You reached out to steady him, a concerned expression on your face. "Are you okay, Lyney?"

Lyney nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, his moment to finally confess his feelings. But before he could speak, the sound of a distant siren filled the air, drowning out his words.

Lynette and Freminet exchanged a knowing glance, realizing that their brother needed a little extra help. With a mischievous twinkle in their eyes, they sprang into action, orchestrating a series of events that would finally bring Lyney and you together.

As Lyney struggled to find the right words, his siblings discreetly arranged for a spontaneous fireworks display to light up the night sky. The dazzling colors reflected in your eyes as you turned to Lyney, a smile playing on your lips.

"Wow, this is amazing!" you exclaimed, your gaze meeting Lyney's. "Thank you for showing me this."

Lyney's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into your eyes, the fireworks illuminating the depth of his feelings. "There's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice trembling with emotion.

But before he could continue, Lynette and Freminet emerged from the crowd, each wearing identical expressions on their faces. "Lyney, we couldn't help but notice that you've been trying to say something all night," Lynette said with a grin. "So we thought we'd lend a hand."

Freminet nodded eagerly, a bouquet of rainbow roses in his hand.

Lyney couldn't help but laugh at their antics, their support giving him the courage he needed to finally speak his truth. With a deep breath, he turned to you, his heart overflowing with love.

"I know this might seem sudden, but I realized that I can't keep these feelings hidden any longer," Lyney confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I care about you more than words can say, and I want to be with you, if you'll have me."

You gazed at Lyney, your heart soaring at his heartfelt confession. "Lyney, I..." you began, but before you could finish, a burst of fireworks lit up the sky, showering the scene in a cascade of colors.

Lyney took your hand in his, his eyes shining with love. "I don't need fireworks to tell me how I feel," he said softly. "But they do make for a pretty spectacular backdrop."

With laughter and tears of joy, you and Lyney embraced, knowing that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together. And as the fireworks continued to light up the night sky, Lynette and Freminet shared a satisfied smile, knowing that their matchmaking efforts had finally paid off.

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thedevilssinner · 3 months

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Sanguine Hearts

Pairing: Astarion x gn elf Tav (it was first written with a female tav in mind, so let me know if I accidentally forgot to rewrite it somewhere)

Warning: angst - but with somewhat happy ending?

Story is based on mix of THIS and THIS headcanon, set mainly before the BG3 plot and Tav and Astariona are thiramin - elven word for soulmates. It's from Tav's POV and mostly about how they try to deal with the loss of Astarion and their reaction when they meet someone who 'looks like him' after the Nautiloid.

I also gave Tav a last name but it's only used once and only for the purpose of the story. The last name is Ignotus = latin for unknown.

Hope you enjoy 🩷 and big thanks to @yeoldtrashcollector for helping me with this. I really apreciace it 🩷🙏

The Upper City's bustling streets overflowed with people. Some hurried to their workplaces, others diligently carried out their job duties, and a few of them were enjoying the splendor of a beautiful sunny day. Among these fortunate souls were two elven lovers who found a serene spot by a fountain. The man sat there, his eyes closed, face upturned to bask in the sun's warmth. His companion nestled beside him, leaning slightly against his shoulder. They watched with amusement as a cat, not far off, playfully attempted to catch a fluttering butterfly.

After a while, their gaze shifted to their partner, a mischievous grin crept across their face as they watched him bask in the sun. Their fingers dipped into the fountain's cool water, and with a playful flick, they sent a shimmering spray in the direction of the elf beside them. Startled, he jolted, the styled curls bouncing around his face as he turned his head towards the other person, an unamused expression on his face.

Then he suddenly attacks, as a cat, reaching out to catch his companion, his intention evident. Yet, the other elf evaded his grasp, leaping away from the fountain, their laughter carrying through the place.

The silver-haired elf shook his head in disbelief but promptly gave chase, the sound of their shared mirth echoing through the city streets. He finally closed the gap between them and encircled their waist with his arms. Turning them to face him, he whispered with a triumphant smile, "I've got you."

Their laughter persisted, though they attempted to free themselves from his embrace, their efforts proving futile. "You do," they gave up at the end, sighing.

A mock sternness colored his features as he mused, "I should have you arrested for disrespecting the Magistrate."

The elven lover responded swiftly, their confidence unwavering. "You wouldn't do that."

Arching an eyebrow, he inquired, "And why do you think I wouldn't do that?"

“Because you love me too much for that." They replied immediately.

The white-haired elf sighed, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Even though I don't understand why, with how much you tease me all the time… yes, I do love you."

"I love you too, my lovely magistrate." they murmured softly, wrapping their arms around his neck.

Astarion couldn't help but reciprocate their affectionate gesture, pulling them closer. The world around them faded into a distant hum as they exchanged a tender gaze. The streets of the Upper City, the bustling crowd, and even the relentless sun all seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own.

His lips curved into a gentle smile, as he whispered, "My darling Tav, you’re making me love you more and more every day."

Tav's eyes sparkled with an undeniable love as they leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Their embrace spoke of shared laughter, stolen moments, and the profound bond that had brought them together in this vibrant city.

Moments later, they pulled away from the kiss, their foreheads touching, their breaths in harmony. Astarion spoke softly, "We should probably end this soon. The council meeting is approaching, and the magistrate should not be late."

Tav nodded, their expression a mix of reluctance and understanding. "You're right," they conceded. "But let's savor this moment a little longer."

They remained locked in their embrace, cherishing the warm, sunny day, the love that bound them, and the enchanting beauty of the Upper City. Their laughter and love echoed through the city, a reminder that even the Magistrates could find solace in the arms of love.

A few months had passed since that idyllic moment by the fountain when Tav was awakened by an insistent knock on their door. They groggily crawled out of bed, hastily donning a soft robe, and shuffled toward the door. Upon opening it, they were met with the sight of a city guard who visibly stiffened upon seeing them.

"Are you Tav? Tav Ignotus?" he inquired, and Tav, still half-asleep, confirmed their identity.

"Yes, that's me. Is something wrong?" they asked, their sleep-induced haziness giving way to a sense of unease.

The guard pressed on with a heavy expression, "Are you in a relationship with Magistrate Ancunin?"

Their uneasiness rose. "Yes, I am. Please, what's going on?"

With a somber expression, the guard delivered the devastating news. "I'm very sorry, but Magistrate Ancunin is dead. You were listed in his records as someone to be informed if something happened to him."

Tav's world seemed to crumble at those words. The silence was heavy, broken only by the frantic pounding of their heart. Stumbling backward, Tav leaned against the doorframe to steady themselves, disbelief washing over them. The guard extended a hand to support them, but they could hardly process it. "No, this... This can't be true," the elf muttered, shaking their head in denial.

"I know it must be difficult to accept, but unfortunately, it's true. Our patrol found him this morning. I'm really sorry," the guard offered sympathetically.

Tav clung to him, desperation in their eyes. "What... What happened?" they managed to utter through a constricted throat.

The guard hesitated but then responded, "He... He was beaten to death."

"What? But... by whom? Who would do something like that?" they asked, though they already had a painful inkling. Astarion had his share of enemies – those who disagreed with his judgments and the families of those he had sentenced.

"We don't know, though we're trying to find out, I promise. I'm really sorry about what happened," the guard repeated, offering his condolences.

Tav's world was shrouded in silence once more as they tried to process the horrific news. They gazed at the guard with a desperate determination. "Can I see him? Can... Can I say goodbye?" they implored, voice trembling, the glimmer of hope that this was all a mistake still lingering deep within them.

The guard hesitated, reluctant to grant their request. "I'm not sure if it's the best idea. Magistrate Ancunin... he... It's not a pretty sight," he warned.

But Tav's grip on his arm tightened. "Even so... I... I need to see him. I need to know if it's really him. Please," the elf begged, a note of desperation in their voice.

Eventually the guard agreed, leading them to the place where Astarion's body was being held until the funeral arrangements were made. He unveiled only his face, the rest concealed beneath a sheet. Tav saw the battered features, the bloody lips and nose, dark bruises all over, and they couldn't bear to imagine the rest of his body.

Seeing Astarion's face shattered their last glimmer of hope. They recognized the pallor, the snow-white hair, and the familiar features, despite the injuries. It was him.

At that moment, Tav broke down completely, tears streaming down their cheeks, uncontrollable sobs wracking their body. The guard had to lead them away, offering words of consolation that they couldn't even hear. Tav felt apathetic, angry, and desolate, a whirlwind of emotions tearing them apart. They didn't want to bury Astarion; it was unthinkable. Their lovely little star… gone.

Back in their apartment, Tav's eyes landed on a painting of the two of them, created by a street artist. Their heart ached at the memory of their happier times. What were they supposed to do now? How could they possibly cope with this unbearable loss?

In search of some comfort, Tav discovered one of Astarion's discarded shirts he left in their home and crawled into bed, burying their face into it, to inhale his scent. It wasn't the same as having him beside them, but it offered a small measure of comfort in the midst of their overwhelming grief.

And then Tav cried again.

Tav existed in a state of numbness, unable to face the world outside. They hadn't mustered the strength to attend Astarion's funeral that was happening on the same day they discovered his death. They heard that an anonymous benefactor had taken care of the arrangements but despite that, they couldn't go. The thought of watching their beloved being lowered into the cold unforgiving ground was simply too much to bear.

Their days blended into nights, a mess of irregular sleep, missed meals, and a profound sense of loss. Astarion's shirt, which they clung to desperately, no longer carried his scent, but it was their last tangible connection to him.

Concerned friends, aware of their suffering, took turns visiting them. They offered condolences and support, attempting to coax the devastated elf into eating and taking care of themselves.

Tav barely noticed their presence. The weight of their grief keeping them locked in their own world.

When one well-meaning friend tried to gently pry Astarion’s shirt from their clenched hands, it led to a visceral reaction – screams and tears – as Tav withdrew further into their emotional cocoon. They were a mere echo of the vibrant person they once were, their soul yearning for Astarion's return.

It was getting out of hand, so Tav’s friends decided to contact their parents and it made their hearts ache to hear about their child's heartbreak. When they arrived at their home, the sight of Tav in their grief-stricken state shattered them. Tav’s father held them in a tight, protective embrace, cradling them like the little child they still were in his eyes. Their mother sat beside them, her gentle hand tracing comforting circles on Tav's trembling back.

And Tav cried once more, the tears flowing as they clung to their father, calling out for Astarion and pouring out their agony.

The parents recognized that their child could not remain in the city or in their current state of self-neglect. They faced the difficult decision of taking them back to their village, their childhood home. It was their hope that the familiarity and solace of their roots would help Tav find some semblance of peace. With heavy hearts, they began the process of gently coaxing them away from the city and toward the heaven of their village, a place where perhaps, in time, their shattered soul might start to mend.

The journey to their childhood village was long and somber one, with Tav still clinging to their parents, episodes of tears coming and going like unpredictable storms. The forested surroundings of the village welcomed them, the familiar sights and sounds enveloping their senses. The soothing embrace of nature that once surrounded them, combined with the echoes of their past, offered a glimmer of hope for solace. Their parents hoped that the serene village would help mend their child's shattered spirit.

But Tav felt disoriented.

They were now far removed from the bustling city and from the places that reminded them of Astarion. His loss continued to haunt them, an ever present pain that seemed impossible to bear. They left the village a long time ago to explore life beyond its borders, an adventure that had brought them into Astarion's life and led to their love.

Now, they were back, but he was gone, leaving them feeling utterly lost.

Grief is a peculiar thing for anyone and could change a person in many ways. Tav's mourning lasted over fifty years, not that long of a span for their kind who could live for centuries, although their prolonged sorrow still raised eyebrows.

But most also understood that their love for Astarion had been genuine and profound. Shared souls that were ripped apart by death.

In the beginning, their parents played an active role in ensuring Tav ate and took care of themselves until they regained some semblance of independence. They coaxed Tav to join them on walks through the woods and gently encouraged them to engage in household chores.

Slowly, Tav began to reintegrate into the life in the village. They offered their assistance to the village in any way they could, participating in tasks when they felt up to it. Yet, the sight of happy couples still caused a painful constriction in their heart. In time, however, they grew accustomed to it, and the raw grief evolved into a dull, enduring ache. They could now think of Astarion with a mix of fondness and sadness. Bittersweet mix that stays probably forever inside of them.

Tav believed that nothing could ever be similarly devastating as the loss of their beloved. But some 200 years passed and during an unexpected and fateful encounter, their existence took a perplexing turn.

Snatched from their life by a Mind Flayer's ship and a tadpole implanted into their brain wasn't something they expected. Their journey on the ship was fraught with danger and confusion. It was there that they met the fierce Githyanki warrior Lae'zel and then freed another named Shadowheart.

Together, they somehow managed to crash the ship, surviving who knows how.

Now, Tav stood on the shore, with Shadowheart by their side and the Githyanki nowhere in sight, the blazing sun bearing down on them and the burning wreckage of the Nautiloid smoldering in the background as they began to explore. It was then that a man's voice called out for help, drawing Tav's attention. Eager to assist other survivors, they approached, but what they encountered was beyond their wildest imagination.

There, before them, stood Astarion. Or at least, someone who appeared to be him. His eyes were crimson, and his complexion even paler than Tav remembered. Their emotions swirled into a turbulent mix of sadness and anger. How dare anyone impersonate Astarion after their beloved had been dead for two centuries? And do such a bad job!

Without hesitation, Tav lunged at the imitation, a fierce cry escaping their lips as they tackled him to the ground. They straddled his body, a dagger pressed to his throat. “How dare you?! How dare you take his form?! Show me who you really are... now!” Their command was laced with fury, even surprising themselves with their own actions. But Tav couldn't stop when someone was using Astarion's face for an unknown purpose. Shadowheart behind Tav was looking surprised and confused, trying to call for Tav to ask what the hell is happening but with no avail.

The shapeshifter under their form seemed taken aback but replied, “Darling, there seems to have been a little misunderstanding. I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I’d appreciate it if you’d remove the dagger from my neck.” His voice is smooth and flirtatious and so unmistakably Astarion’s that it hurts, and Tav presses the dagger a little harder against his neck.

“Shut up, shapeshifter!” Tav snapped at him, their eyes locked on the face that was so familiar yet different. “Where did you even get his face? His voice?” Their grip on the dagger shook. “You have no right to pretend you're Astarion when he's... when he's gone. And to do it so poorly!” Beneath their anger, a deep-seated sadness could be heard.

The imposter's eyes widened, revealing fangs that sent a shiver down Tav's spine. The terrifying thought that he might not be a shapeshifter but something far worse began to take hold.

“Tav?” The fake Astarion finally spoke, voice filled with longing, as though he had just remembered something long-buried in his mind. His flirtatious tone had vanished, replaced by confusion. “You are them, aren't you? Gods, how could I forget... so beautiful.” His red eyes traced their face, and he lifted his arm tentatively toward them, fingers twitching with the yearning for touch but withholding.

Tav's resolve wavered as they listened to the shapeshifter. The voice, the face, everything about him screamed Astarion, and their heart ached. But they knew, or at least they thought they knew, that it couldn't be him. “No, stop! Stop it! You can't be him. You can't... he's dead, and your eyes are wrong. You're wrong!” Tav cried, their entire body trembling, dagger still dangerously close to his neck.

The shapeshifter easily took hold of Tav's wrist and moved their hand away from his neck. He wrenched the dagger from their fingers and discarded it, his lips forming a sad smile. “That's what vampirism does to you, my love,” he admitted softly, his voice heavy with pain and sadness.

And just as if the universe wanted to show them the truth, their tadpole stirred, connecting them to Astarion's. They could feel pain and see through his eyes a bloody hand, his hand, reaching up towards a dark figure, red glowing eyes looking down at them.

The figure kneeled down, revealing a man with dark hair and a cruel smile, fangs bared. Before they could comprehend what was happening, the man sank his teeth into their throat, and everything plunged into darkness.

“No... no…” Tav's voice quivered, tears welling in their eyes as the connection ended, throat tight with emotions. Their beloved was still somehow alive, transformed into a creature of the night. “Astarion…” They whispered his name with a shaky breath, their hands clutching his shirt as tears streamed down their cheeks. Their Astarion, their little star, was alive.

Astarion, too, seemed disoriented by the shared connection. “What in the hells was that?” he asked, confusion etched across his features. His hand reached up, finally touching them and wiping off the tears from their cheek, his touch cold, so devastatingly cold.

Tav struggled to compose themselves, wiping away the rest of the tears. “It's the Mind Flayer’s worm - it connects us which means that you… you were on the ship too.” they came to a revelation.

Astarion nodded, confirming their words. “That worm, of course. That explains things. Somewhat.” he said, sounding defeated.

Silence falling over them for a few seconds, until Shadowheart’s voice reached them. “Can someone finally explain to me what just happened?”

And that was the end of their meeting, at least for now. There were so many questions forming in both of their heads but no time to ask them. Not when there was still burning Nautiloid behind them and possible death creeping in their heads, so any conversation they wanted to have, they kept to themselves for now.

Meanwhile, Tav tried to explain everything to the best of their ability and comfort, to Shadowheart. Leaving huge chunks unsaid, because they'd only known each other for a few hours and the dark haired half-elf didn't seem like a very sharing person herself.

Still, both Tav and Astarion knew they would have to talk as soon as they had the chance. For 200 years they thought Astarion was dead, and Astarion had completely forgotten their existence... that definitely leaves plenty of topics to talk about, especially when you add in their new situation and the fact that Astarion is now a vampire.

So far, they had only exchanged a few glances from time to time as they continued to wander along unfamiliar paths, waiting, yearning and hoping. Hoping that this meeting would bring them at least something resembling the happiness they had felt all those centuries ago.

#astarion fanfic #astarion angst #astarion x gn tav #astarion x gn! reader #astarion x elf!tav #elf tav #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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Happy birthday ushi 🎉🎂🥳😘🎈🎁!!!

⍣ ೋ dreams come true

˚ · . ushijima x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ fluff, unknown mutual pining, plot twist at the end (?), just cuteness for my boy wakatoshi's bday ʚ❤︎ɞ , this was kinda shit haha

even tiny love i've cherished (you make me feel so good)

you walked slowly throughout the hallways, almost hesitantly, your hand behind your back, cheeks tingling slightly with excitement and nervousness.

you inhaled deeply, lightly pouting at the way you were such a nervous wreck, even though what you were about to do was normal for friends. hah, friends.

finding the courage, you sped up your steps when you saw the classroom that your friend was in, taking a moment to take a deep breath before you opened the sliding door.

you smiled lightly, finding comfort in seeing your dear friend. "happy birthday wakatoshi-san.." you meekly muttered, walking over to his desk, to where he was sitting at. he looked up at you with his stoic face, olive eyes watching as you approached.

you looked around quickly, noticing that it was just you and him and a few other random classmates. "w-where is satori-san?" you asked, a little nervous at the idea of it just being you and ushijima.

"he left to go get a drink. he'll be back soon," he said, his attention on you as he waited for you to say something. you always guided him in the conversations, not that he didn't want to talk to you, he just didn't know what to say sometimes. he's rather a listener than a speaker.

"say, are you doing anything for your birthday?" you asked. "i don't know yet, might not do anything." he replied, his hands coming up to his notebook, closing it. oh, what a bummer. "oh, that must suck, haha. did anyone buy you gifts? or are you going to get gifts?"

"i think my team is planning something, they are acting a bit suspicious." he raised a slight eyebrow, surprising you with his words, he caught on? "m-maybe you're just being paranoid, haha, don't think too much about it!" you stammered, lightly chuckling at his straightforwardness. his team, are in fact, planning something for his birthday.

"maybe." he said, a rare light smile coming up to his face. you couldn't help but grin at him, you love it when he smiles. you've known him since freshman year, and yet you can count on your hand how many times you've seen him smile.

"ah, y'know 'toshi, i have a lil' something for you." you said, biting on your lower lip excitedly. "what is it?" he asked, lightly cocking his head to the side. you were quick to whip out his birthday gift, wrapped neatly, with a cute purple bow on the side, "ta-da!" you cheekily grinned, giggling a little at your awkwardness.

you could almost hear his thoughts as you placed the gift into his hands, a gift? "please, it's your birthday! don't be so lame, 'toshi." you spewed, one of your hands coming up to playfully slap at his broad shoulder.

"do you want me to open it?" he asked, emitting a playful scoff from you, "why are you asking me? it's your gift! open it whenever you want."

jeez, this guy can be so dense, you pouted. though, your pouting quickly turned into a shy grin, so adorable. for some reason, your stomach dropped when his hands fumbled with the string of the present, working to untie and open it, in front of you.

you trembled nervously, your eyebrows furrowed greatly as you chewed on your lip, hands clenching at the material of your skirt. "i wanted to get you something, b-but i didn't know what, but i saw it so.." you said, trailing off when he brought his revealed gift closer to his face to observe it.

a keychain, a little volleyball with two black dots as eyes, and two arms and legs. he looked back into the gift-bag, which had other items such as cookies and little things. it surprised you when he was still observing the keychain, fiddling it in-between his thick fingers.

you jolted up when he sat up once more, keychain still in his hand. from the way he was staring at you blankly, you thought he was going to like, throw it at you or something.

"thank you, i appreciate your gift." he said, sitting the keychain upright on his desk, eyebrow raising slightly when it stood up on it's own. "you like it?" you smiled, leaning a little towards his desk.

he smiled at you softly once more. "yes, i like it. thank you." you softly blushed at his words, the praise and acceptance feeling the best to you, but the moment was short lived when the 5-minute bell rang, interrupting the sweet moment.

"aw.." you groaned out, slumping over in your seat. you then stood up, stretching a little before turning to face the doorway. "i'll see you later." he said, low eyes looking you straight in the eyes.

you grinned once more at him, his words sounding more like a demand, rather than a request. "see you later, 'toshi."

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

"that was fun, we should do it again," satori said, cheeks flushed intensely from all of the alcohol he consumed that night, leaning weakly against the wall of the outside doorway.

keys crinkled, metal on metal scraping against each other as ushijima worked the lock, twisting and turning the key until he heard a click. "ushiwaka, you still have that keychain?" satori purred, leaning in closer to ushijima, eyeing the familiar keychain.

opening the door, ushijima pulled his keys up closer to his chest, once more looking down at the keychain with familiarity and softness. it was the same keychain you gifted him in his senior year, and despite being nearly a decade later, the keychain dusted and dirtied, he still has it dangling alongside his set of keys.

"yeah," he grunted, opening the second door, stuffing the keys into his pocket carefully, staring straight-ahead into the house's walkway.

"welcome home 'toshi, oh, hello satori!"

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foundheavenly · 3 months

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“I've missed this” [1]

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

Words: 1368

Plot: In which you see again your workaholic ex-boyfriend

Pairing: nanami x reader

Theme: fluff, ex-lovers, comfort

A tired sigh leaft your mouth as you took a seat in the subway. It has been a busy day, you worked harder than your daily routine, and the usual stress got worse over time. You got so caught up in the task that you forgot to eat lunch or have any breaks. You have worked for more than 12 hours today, it was beyond what you usually do.

You looked around the wagon, observing attentively every person, then you saw a familiar face. Your heart almost exploded. It was him, he was just in front of you after all this time.

It's been two years.

The rush of memories hit you like a tidal wave and your heart raced with a mixture of emotions. You had hoped that time would have dulled the lingering feelings but as you watched him walk through the bustling crowd, you knew it wasn’t the case.

Damn.

You both had an intense history in the past, but none of you could tell if it was a good one or not, especially in the end of it.

His gaze hold a mixture of surprise and recognition. It was as if time had momentarily frozen. You met his stare, unsure of what to say after all these years.

Nanami approached you with a tentative yet determined expression. You felt your heart beat even more at each steps he took. You tried to compose yourself but your palms got sweaty and your breath stucked in your throat. The familiar scent of his cologne wafted through the air.

You had convinced yourself that you should hate him, that you should be over the late night he spent at the office, the missed dates, and the emotional distance that had driven you apart. But seeing him right now...well everything came back and you couldn’t deny the flicker of longing that danced in your chest.

“Kento?” You called out, your voice carrying pure uncertainty.

Your eyes locked. And a warm smile formed on his drained and marked face.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” He asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

His voice was as sweet yet low as before. You had missed hearing it. You missed everything about him actually.

You nodded, a small smile forming at the corners of your lips. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, two years” Kento replied, his eyes searching for any sign of affection in yours. “How have you been?”

He was just a few steps away from you, standing in the middle of the crowd while you are still seated.

You hesitated for a moment, grappling with the emotion wave threatening to surface. After all, you couldn't say to him that you had missed him and that you only wanted to pull him into a tight hug. “I’ve been good” You replied, opting for a neutral answer. "What about you?"

There was moment of awkward silence before he spoke again “Same for me, thank you. So, hum, I heard you left, got a new job in a different city”

You nodded again and you immediately understood that Shoko and Satoru must have told him about you moving out. It was necessary. You needed a break from everything, so you went to Shibuya and got into a new company.

Even if you both broke up and you were not from their world, you still stayed in contact with the others. But they never spoke to you about your past story or about Kento.

“Yeah, I did. Life changes, you know”

His eyes softened and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia. “I’ve been trying to slow down a bit” He admitted. “Work consumed me, and I realized I was missing out on a lot.”

You couldn’t deny the truth and the sincerity in his words. Your past had been marked by his relentless dedication to his career and it had taken a toll on your relationship.

“I wished I could hate you” You admitted, surprising even yourself with your honesty. “But I never really moved on. The feelings are still there”

Nanami’s gaze softened and he kneeled down to your height, holding carefully the rope. “I’m sorry for the way things ended. I should have prioritized us over work” The sincerity in his voice stirred conflicting emotions within you.

The subway doors slipped open and you both stepped out into the bustling city.

“Do you mind walking with me?”

The suggestion of a walk around the park lingered in the air and you found yourself surprisingly willing to go along with it. The park had always been a place of warmth and peace for you during your time together. So coming back, with him, was something you would cherish for a long time.

“Sure, a walk sounds nice” You smiled and Nanami’s eyes lit up.

You both walked through the busy streets until the cityscape gave way to the tranquility of the park. The familiar sights and sounds brought back more memories, both joyful and challenging. The autumn leaves crunched beneath your heels as you walked along the winding paths.

“I didn’t expect to run into you today. It’s almost like fate brought us together” He broke the silence, his voice filled with sincerity.

You smiled at his words, acknowledging the irony of the situation. “Yeah, it’s a small world”

Suddenly as you were walking side by side, his fingers brushed against yours and you almost had a heart attack. Nanami cleared his throat and put his hand in his pocket. That’s when you saw he was wearing his usual beige suit with his white shirt and his usual tie.

He’s so handsome, it’s so annoying.

Nanami talked again, his tone reflective. “I’ve had a lot of time to think these past few years. About us, about myself”

You look up at him, gripping on your black purse, and waited for him to continue.

“I realized I was so caught in the pursuit of success that I neglected the things that truly mattered” He admits. “And you were one of those things”

His honesty caught you off guard, but you appreciated the vulnerability and the tentative. You stopped in your tracks, the sound of your heels stopping, and you looked at his back. Nanami followed your movements and turned around to observe you.

“It’s never too late to make amends, Kento”

He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I know, I’ve been trying to change, to find a better balance. Yet I can’t change the past”

“No one can” You replied, your gaze now fixed in the path ahead. You looked around the park, feeling the sun hitting on your face and seeing it setting down behind the buildings. It’s a beautiful scenery.

You didn’t know but Nanami felt like he was looking at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and it was an understatement. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes, you always were and you will always be. Back in the days you were together, he saw himself building a future with you, getting married in Malaysia just like he always wanted and even having a little family with you, but his work destroyed everything. And he hated himself for this.

“But we can learn from it and make different choices moving forward”

Gosh how much he wanted to hold you again, to have you around all day, to come back to you at the end of the day, to have special dates and just to love you.

Nanami nodded thoughtfully and looked deeply in your eyes. The world around you disappeared and it was only him and you. He was the love of your life, you knew that. And he knew the same about you.

“I’ve missed this” He said. “Talking to you, being able to share”

Your heart exploded inside your chest and you smiled “I missed it too”

You walked again side by side, enjoying the comfortable silence. Then Nanami looked at his watch and he seemed to realize the time. He hesitated to say anything because he wanted to stay with you, to spend more time again with you. But he needed to get back home and to finished his papers.

“I should get going” He said.

You sighed then nodded. “Yeah, it’s getting late”

There was another moment of hesitation before he spoke again. He took a few steps closer to you and leaned in to press his soft lips against your right cheek. Your eyes widen at the contact and you knew you were a blushing mess right now. Even after all this time, he had the same effect on you.

“I’m glad we ran into each other today. Maybe we can do this again. Sometimes”

You smileed at him, a mixture of nostalgia and excitement in your eyes. “Yeah, we should do that. You still have my number, right?”

He smiled warmly and nodded. Then he turned around and walked towards the exit of the park. You stayed there, looking at his back, and you sighed.

Damn you, Nanami Kento.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami #kento x reader #kento #jjk x reader #nanami x reader

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spookybad · 10 months

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Fengqing x Goddess of Death! Reader

Warning!!! Contains death! (it's gentle and unnamed characters, but still, be warned)

I'm pretty sure tgcf doesn't have death gods (I haven't read the books yet, but I know most of the plot) but we'll ignore this fact

I added a name for the goddess, but it's literally just a nickname

The goddess of death was very elusive, many heavenly officials considering her a myth, only few having seen her a select few times.

So, perhaps it was inevitable that somebody would deem it necessary to track the goddess down, for paperwork that was never reported.

And who would be the one assigned such if not Xie Lian himself?

And who would be the tag-along's if not Hua Cheng, Mu Qing and Feng Xin?

In their disguises, of course.

So that's how they ended up making their way to a village that apparently housed a pair of senior-aged soulmates who had reincarnated together to share their love.

On the way they end up meeting a traveler woman, with silver hair and carrying a white cloth bundle in her arms.

"Ah, are you fellow travelers, perhaps?" she'd started with a curious tilt of her head.

"Yes," Xie Lian smiled, "we heard the town just up ahead has wonderful views, so we wanted to visit."

A peculiar, knowing glint entered the woman's eye, "Sure there are!" she leaned in closer, as though telling a secret, "They say, whatever you're looking for can be found in Yang village."

"And you're looking for something." Hua Cheng pointed out amicably.

The woman laughed, "Of course! As are you!"

The rest of their walk to the village was relatively quiet, even Feng Xin and Mu Qing not bickering much.

Instead, the two might be seen whispering among themselves, casting an occasional glance at the traveler woman accompanying them.

Upon reaching the Yang village the silver haired woman turned to them, smiled and bowed, "You'll find what you're looking for." and with that strange glint in her eye, she walked off.

Once alone, the quartet were left in a bout of silence.

"Where might we find the couple, gege?" Hua Cheng turned to Xie Lian with the same smile he always had for his gege.

"Ling Wen gave me their names, so let's just ask around, see if anyone knows."

And that's how they found their way to a regular village home with a yard and some trees.

In the yard of the senior couple, they found a woman with glittery silver hair, draped in a pristine white cloak, with an elegant black scythe held in her hands, sitting on a tree stump, looking into the home of the soulmate couple.

Upon their approach, the silver haired woman smiled, "Ah, it appears you have found what you were looking for, fellow travelers!"

Mu Qing's eyes narrowed, "Are you really the goddess of death?"

The goddess before them smiled in a sly, perhaps infuriating, way, "Perhaps, if you could guess my name~."

"Why do we need to guess your name?" Feng Xin's brows furrowed.

"Because," the goddess's smile seemed a permanent fixture, "you hadn't asked before."

"Most of heaven doesn't know your name." Mu Qing pointed out.

This time Hua Cheng butted in, "Of course they would not."

Mu Qing bristled at this "You-!"

"I think part of it is Yue," Xie Lian interrupted, "Because of your hair."

"The moon." The goddess confirmed, "I'll accept that and ask for no more then."

Yue stood up and walked toward the open door to the home, where they could see the soulmate couple having a mid-day nap, with their door to the yard open to let in the warm summer breeze.

The goddess of death approached the couple and kneeled beside them.

"It's time now, my dears." She said and reached out a gentle hand to brush the wispy hairs out of their faces.

Soon after, the couple's chests stopped moving.

The goddess stepped away from the home, ribbons of silver hair fluttering in the wind, making her look every bit the ethereal being she is.

There was only one thought allowed in that moment.

"Wow."

................

I've had fengqing x Goddess of Death on my mind for quite a while now, I had to write this

The "wow" was Feng Xin, btw

Also, Hua Cheng has met the goddess of death before, so he knew

#fengqing x reader #fengqing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #the heaven official's blessing #feng xin x mu qing #feng xin x mu qing x reader #mu qing x reader #mu qing #feng xin x reader #feng xin #xie lian #hua cheng #tgcf x reader

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ddemurezy · 1 year

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The Witch of Westeros

CHAPTER ONE - what heavy storm brings

disclaimer:

I do not own House of the Dragon nor the Scarlet Witch and her powers. Credits to Marvel and Stan Lee.

gif not mine, I got it from pinterest

this fanfic does not follow the plot of the series nor its books. storyline belongs to me.

note:

I am so so sorry for not updating for weeks, I've been busy with school and friends and christmas. And I also lost my motivation with writing but I'm back now!!

anyway, sorry for the long wait!!

warning:

mention of blood, open wounds, and I think that's all, but if I missed anything, please tell me. !! NOT EDITED !!

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Thunder was heard from the gloomy sky, and a howl of wind passed through the crowd of people from the busy streets of the market. Yells and cries of vendors who desperately call for customers to buy from their shops mixed with the sound of talks of the people passing by, but the only thing you can focus on that leaves their mouths is the topic of the prince's name day.

Prince Joffrey's 12th name day was the only thing people talked about the whole week. And it was tomorrow. However, the king hosted a get-together party tonight and invited a few noble houses to celebrate. Despite not having an invite, the people of King's Landing are hosting dinner feasts in their homes in honour of the prince's day.

Though, you can't say the same. Unlike the others excited about the prince's name day, you were lost.

Five months, that's how long you've been in this...peculiar world. Although, you can't say that the last five months had been treating you with nothing but peace, something you needed after everything. The world you landed in was strange. Nevertheless, it amazes you how it all works. You don't know everything about it yet, but the experience was enough to tell you that it's nothing like the others you've ever been to.

Another rumble from the sky was heard, and it was enough to signal you that rain—perhaps a storm might arrive due to the gloomy weather.

The thought of a storm coming made you quicken your pace. You were making your way home from the market since you decided to shop for food like the others. Though your house wasn't much like a real house, it's more of a cabin. But it was big enough for a family of three.

Your house came into your view a few feet away. It was located nearby the shore and a few miles from the city. The waves from the sea were getting harsher and more vigorous. You internally thank your past self for putting an invisible barrier, a hex, around the house for safety.

Just as you were about to enter, something floating from the sea caught your attention. You don't know what it was, but a small voice in your mind told you to check it out.

Dropping the bags you held to the ground gently enough, not letting anything fall to waste. You position your hand to your side, ready to summon your magic in case it is dangerous you're walking towards.

As you approach the sea, you notice that what is floating isn't a creature or an object. It was a body. A human body.

But you didn't know if they were alive or not.

The thought of a possible dead body floating in the sea made your hesitation go away and run toward the sea, not caring if your skirt got wet. You'll dry it later with magic.

When you got closer to the body, it gave you a good look at them. He was a boy, merely a man. His sleeve was ripped open, and a deep gash on his arm. Blood dripped down from the wound, and it was clear it was still fresh. You pressed your fingers on his pulse, sighing in relief when you realized he was alive.

Not wasting any more time, you waved your hand, lifting the young boy with your magic and snapping your fingers with your free hand, teleporting you and the boy inside your home.

You placed him on the sofa, carefully lifting his wounded arm. You crouched down beside him and started using your magic to heal him.

Once he was fully healed, you took some heavy metal off the armour so he could be more comfortable and used your magic to dry him off. Looking at his wound again, your magic helped it heal, but there was still a dark scar.

You summoned a clean towel to clean off the excess blood on his arm. He stirred a little from your touch, and you thank the gods that he was alright. You softly smiled, bringing your free hand to brush his hair, soothing him back to sleep.

He reminded you of your twins with his dark brunette hair, but he mostly reminded you of your Billy. He was usually the gentle one, keeping his brother out of trouble or, at least, he tried to. You wondered if this young boy is like him too or if he has a brother or sister.

"Oh, Gods." You mumbled, eyes widening in realization. Your hand slowed as your mind became clouded with thoughts. His family, his parents. They must be so worried about him.

Sighing, you continued cleaning his arm and stood up, patting your dress that was still wet. You figured you would ask him when he wakes up. Hopefully, he trusts you enough to tell your where he came from so you can bring him back to safety.

-×-

The storm wasn't stopping anytime soon, so you thought you could make a nice warm soup for you and the boy when he woke up. It was a cold, chilly night, and you changed into a more comfortable dress to keep you warm. You noticed the young boy was shivering from the cold, so you brought a nice fur blanket and wrapped it around him.

You sat on the stool, looking out the window as you got lost in your thoughts, thinking about, well...everything.

This world was different, but it somehow felt familiar to you. You weren't a nostalgic person, per se. But you do value things, especially memories.

You sighed blissfully, the sound of heavy rain dropping from the skies with thunder following. It was the same weather when you first arrived, and it caused you a sense of deja vu. You still remember what happened months ago.

But before you could get lost in your thoughts again, you heard a groan behind you. He's awake.

You turned to see him sitting up, looking around, confused. You felt bad for the young boy. "You're awake," You spoke in a soft tone.

He turned in surprise before standing up quickly. "W-who are you? Where am I?" He urgently asked in a shaky tone.

You sent him a soft smile, hoping to ease him. "You're in my house, dear. I found you in the sea with a deep wound in your arm and brought you here before you lost more blood and healed you." You explained to him.

He seemed speechless for a second as if he couldn't believe he was still alive. Was the accident he was in so bad that he is contemplating his survival?

"Thank you," The young boy said, looking down shyly before looking you in the eye. "Thank you for healing me, my lady."

You smiled at him, "Of course, it's no problem." Just then, you remember the food you made. "Oh, I made some food if you want some. It's still warm, perfect for the weather."

He seemed hesitant, but his stomach let out a grumble. His gaze dropped to his stomach, frowning as if he felt betrayed. You chuckled, gesturing for him to sit on the stool on the other side. You then stood up and got him a bowl of food, placing it on his side of the table.

"Come, don't be shy." You sent him a gentle smile. He eventually gave in and sat on the stool. You observed as he took his first bite, and seeing his eyes light up made you smile wider.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked, trying to make small talk but also concerned about his health.

He looked up and nodded, "Yes, my lady. I feel a lot better."

"Oh, please, call me Y/n." You insisted.

"If you insist, my lad- I mean, Y/n. My name's Lucerys," Lucerys said, nodding his head respectfully.

For some reason, the name felt familiar to you. Sure, you heard it from somewhere before. Lucerys...Lucerys Velaryon, oh gods, he's a prince. The son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Leanor Velaryon, but he and his brothers were rumoured to be bastards. You knew better than to assume things, although the people in the city were sure of it. Anyway, it's not like your opinion mattered.

"You're a prince." You pointed out, trying to be calm so he wouldn't freak out.

Lucerys looked around before sighing. "Yes, I am a prince. And I assure you, lady Y/n, that I mean no harm to you and your family."

"I am not worried about that, dear." You assured him, standing up from your chair. "Tea?" you offered, placing two cups on the table. He nodded, muttering a small 'please' and 'thank you' before taking a bite of his food.

Another thunder was heard from outside, startling Lucerys a little. You looked out the window and saw the rain getting heavier.

"Lucerys, honey," You started, and the young boy looked at you, "I don't think the storm is going to end soon. Should you stay here for the night until the storm stop, we will figure out how to bring you back to the princess safely," you suggested.

"Oh, no, no. I couldn't intrude, my lady." He declined, shaking his head and taking a sip of his tea.

"Don't worry, dear. You're not intruding." You said, putting away your plate and cup. "I have two rooms and extra clothes for you to be comfortable." Lucerys was undecided, but when he looked at the hardy storm outside, he eventually agreed.

You guided him to one of the empty rooms you had and gave him spare clothes to change into.

"Lady Y/n," Lucerys called before you could close the door.

"Yes, Luke?" He insisted that you call him that instead of his full name just a while ago when you showed him the room.

"Thank you for this, all of this." He said, smiling at you shyly, but there was a grateful look on his face to show that he was completely genuine.

You smiled back at him, but the more you looked at him, he kept reminding you of your Billy. "You're welcome," you replied, nodding your head before closing the door.

You hoped that you could bring him home safely tomorrow to his family.

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some opinions on the latest arc and episode 230

While there are some things I enjoyed about this new episode and arc, it felt rushed. I hate to be critical of a show I love, but we all know the level of work they're able to produce, and the hype around this arc felt like it deserved more than the effort it seemed to receive. I of course thoroughly enjoyed a bit of background on Carlos (and some of the fun stuff the episode did) but getting over the shock value of this information left me feeling conflicted. I think what it comes down to is two things. The arc was rushed, and the things that have just have naturally progressed did not.

They didn't give any of the hard hitting moments enough planning/time/space to have the impact they could have had. We did not see any of the build up of Carlos becoming fed up with Janet and the University. All of a sudden he was. We did not have time to feel conflicted about Carlos leaving town for an unknown reason. All of a sudden he did (and returned mid episode). Cecil's town, the very thing he exists for, is literally nearly gone and he doesn't give us an ounce of poetry or prose to describe how he's feeling? On his radio show? We're just told that it is. This episode in particular just felt like people talking at me instead of telling me a story. The only moment that I felt held any weight, that moved me as a piece of writing, was the moment the child of the glow cloud outwardly processed their grief that their parent would not be returning and implications about predecessors taking on the role/title of those that died which is very interesting (for Carlos, for Cecil, as a concept in general). I, quite frankly, don't care about what they THINK science and life is. Show me through actions they take that demonstrates it. Show me through action and progression.

It has never been more apparent to me than this episode that they write episode by episode instead of considering the full scope of an arc and what it means for their characters. If you are going to adapt the structure of your show to write a mini arc, you can't approach it the same way. And they KNOW this. Writing episode to episode is a delight when its new stories and one offs and bits and pieces. Writing an arc implies some sort of episode to episode progression of a building plot. They've done it before, beautifully even (Of Love and Horror, Egemony, A Matter of Blood, the Lee Marvin episodes to name just a few) and yet this arc was disjointed and felt flat. I've read their books. I've read other things they've written. They're capable of adapting stories into a more "linear" plot with an unreliable narrator. The writers just didn't give it the time and space needed to develop a story that felt natural.

Which leads me to my next point. Natural progression. I've said before I have never once looked to Night Vale for any sort of continuity (it's a show that defies it which I LOVE) but there is a difference between continuity and being sloppy. It doesn't work when half of your arc seems to be you trying to figure out what the hell you're trying to say. A lot of the major points in this latest episode were directly contradictory. We were introduced with the idea that Carlos was sort of afraid of Janet and by her being there. All of a sudden, with no moment that tips him over the edge shown, he stands up to her because he was arrested? We were introduced to the idea that Carlos was deemed a failure by the university, and yet the scientists were quick to leave Lubelle's side in the end. The town was showing clear disdain for him, and not one character stepped up to offer some delicious conflict and tell Carlos it'd be better if he left? To his face? I don't even want to delve into the handling of Blakes character, because quite frankly, he did nothing for the plot because he was tossed back and forth between writers to do what they wanted him to do in that episode (is he against janet, with her? does he hate Carlos? like Carlos? which is it? its not unreliable narration) The arc was framed by Carlos' time spent at the University, about him becoming a Night Vale citizen in his literal anniversary speech about living ten years in Night Vale, and yet, there was no satisfying exploration (I'm not even asking for direct REASONS) as to why he might have left, why he never went back, or any of his involvement there. Saying it was all about love just... Isn't enough for me. Not when Carlos hasn't interacted with his town to demonstrate that life he's built, or how much its hurting him that they're rejecting him again. Not an ounce of how this has effect he and Cecil's relationship (again, Cecil is a chronic over sharer).

It slowly became less about delving into Carlos as a character and his relationship to this town, and processing perhaps grief from the DOW, and more about the shock value of losing beloved characters with no satisfying consequence or action. And then there was little things, specifically in this episode 230. If Janet announces something and it's framed in a way that it should upset Cecil (her telling him about the DOW) then he should have some sort of response to it. Even one line. Nothing. On HIS radio show. Not even a pause where it's made known that he HEARD her.

The whole arc just felt like it was trying to do much and gave itself a time restraint. They are the writers AND producers. No one is forcing them to stay within an episode limit. Especially not when it was hindering their ability to tell a good story.

And I think that's the kicker for me. It didn't feel like an episode of Night Vale. Sure they've played with format before, but this episode (230) didn't even remember that the show is built around Cecil telling stories. Even the episodes that have played with format/structure in the past have involved Cecil telling a story. Through his perspective. Voice appearances always offered some sort of relief to his bias as an unreliable narrator. There are so many interesting ways to incorporate voices instead of just some weird back and forth between two characters. Frame it as an on air interview where Cecil can't get a word in. Frame it as angry voicemails. Have Carlos tell us he's leaving via voice memo, and Cecil dealing with that ON AIR. Stop explaining what is happening and SHOW Us. You expect me to believe, a show that is so heavily influenced by its narrator time and time again, that Cecil was not angry? Was not heart broken? Was not begging Carlos for answers about anything at all? Annoying need to know everything anxiety riddled Cecil Palmer?

They're good writers. And I don't expect every episode to be like, life changing, but again, with an arc that was so heavily anticipated by everyone for so many years, it feels like a disservice to create a story that feels so thoroughly at odds with itself in tone and direction. I hate to sound so critical because I LOVE Night Vale with my whole heart, you guys know I do, but I can be critical of it when it's merited too. And I will continue loving it despite being critical, but I just wished the writers would slow down and maybe, I don't know, read some of their old episodes. And who knows! Maybe it's not over. Lubelle is not confirmed dead, Carlos having an interest in the DOW still is concerning, his parent was mentioned as some point of interest etc etc etc. Like there's a lot they can still do with it, but they just have to, you know, do it.

#sorry if this got a little rambly its real late by me #I just was really hoping they weren't going to rush the ending of this #and it felt like it WAS and ending #even if it wasnt #I just love Carlos so much #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv spoilers

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