#luna has written

[lunar-writes-things]

okay since bdubs is such a bold n outspoken person, i would like to request anything you can think of that would include flustered n stammering bdubs

maybe pair it with one of my favorite fic tropes, kissing practice? 👀 (entirely up to you tho :))

-✨

Making Moss Turn Red

Pairing: Bdoubleo100 x Reader

Summary: In which your attempts to get a single kiss from your crush successfully fail

Genre: ROMANCE, FLUFF

Extra notes: My friend wrote down a line in here and I didn't wanna delete it so I integrated it into the fic-,

Content warnings (If any): ALSO I WORTE A MAKE OUT SCENE IM NOT SORRY, Bdubs gets grabby ;)

WC: 1,656

You couldn't help it. 

You would think after knowing someone for so long it would drive off any feeling for them but even now as you watched him build you couldn't help but swoon for the man. 

Bdubs was pulling himself up to the place he needed, but all you could see is how his biceps flexed and how his back muscles looked through the sweat-soaked and see-through white shirt of his. You held his moss coat in your lap as you drooled over the man with a dopey grin on your face. 

"-n! Y/n!" Bdubs called and snapped you back to reality. The man had a smug grin on his face as he began to walk towards you "Enjoy the show?" 

You flushed a sweet pink as you let out a light laugh along with your retort "Of course! Why else would I be here if not for the show?"

Ah yes...

The only unfortunate part of your relationship with Bdubs other than your hidden feelings. 

The flirting that was supposed to be fake. 

It was never fake on your side and almost always had the man feeling even bolder than always when he saw you began to flush and stammer. 

However, this flirting was new... Very recent in fact only a few days old. 

About a week ago, after realizing your feelings for the man after years of pushing it back, You wanted to come up with a plan so you could make a move. 

But nothing had come to mind...

except for flirting.

And you think that much would be obvious but when it comes to Bdubs... nothing is obvious. 

The man took all your advances and Uno reversed them to you. You tell him he looks gorgeous with the moss coat? He tells you it would look better on you with nothing else on! 

Come on! How do you respond to something like that?! 

"Y/n," He cooed out and placed a gentle hand on your thigh which made you jolt out of your thoughts "You with me now?" 

"Yeah, Sorry," You said and smiled at him "Just tired I guess. Maybe I need to follow your sleep schedule." 

Bdubs laughed at you and patted your thigh gently. 

"Maybe you should! I'd be willing to free up some space in my bed so you can join me."

He gave you a smug look and you swatted him away, you're cooling face now rising with heat once again. 

"Oh stop playing around Bubs," You laugh and hop off of the wood you were sitting on "Anyway, what were you saying?" 

"Oh!" Bdubs grinned "I wanted to show you My pride and joy! Horse Mountain!" 

He stepped aside and revealed a giant man-made mountain that had a horse head carved into it. It was mossy where the mane was and had realistic cracks spanning the entire mountain. 

"It's beautiful!" You exclaimed, eyes shining in pure joy "Oh my void! It's so gorgeous!" 

You spun and took Bdubs up in your arms as you gushed about how beautiful the man-made mountain was. 

"I'm glad you like it!" Bdubs laughed as you spun him around "Come Here! I wanna show you something." 

You let the man out of your grip and followed his lead. He took you to a fairly hidden part of the mountain and when he knew the two of you were fully hidden from anyone and everyone's sight he pressed you against the wall with a soft smile and eyes.

"You're so pretty," He cooed out and it made you blush from how sincere it sounded 

Your breath caught in your chest when you finally registered the look in his eyes. It was... genuine. His big bright eyes were filled to the brim with sincerity, adoration, and Intense with an emotion you couldn't identify. 

It made you... nervous 

"I- uh-" You couldn't focus and what was making it worse is that he just put a warm hand on your hip and its making you malfunction 

"You uh?" He repeated, a cocky smile on his face 

You gulped and shivered as his hand lifted the smallest bit and his fingers dragged along your side in feather light touches. You did your best to not melt in his touches but to no avail. 

"Thank you," You finally managed to say, a small whimper to your voice as your face burned 

"You're welcome, Y/n." Bdubs grinned, probably at his victory of getting you so flustered 

"I- Uh-“ You start but can’t seem o get the words out

“you- Uh?” Bdubs has a small smile on his face, his eyes dancing with delight as he leans in closer and closer

”I have a crush on y- someone.” You blurt out, barely stopping yourself from saying ‘you’ 

when you looked at Bdubs he looked… empty. 

“Oh? Do you now?” he asked softly slowly stepping away 

“Yes and I want to practice kissing them with you,” You said and pulled him into your body “Would that be okay?” 

Bdubs’ face turned into the color of roses and he nodded slowly, eyes shining with more hope but still held disappointment. While you felt bad for lying to him, it was the only way you could do this. 

… Was it even a lie? 

You did like someone… You liked him. Void, did you want to kiss him too… 

but still seeing how sad he looked after you said you liked someone… it crushed your heart

”Do you want to practice right now?” He asked softly

”… Please?” You whisper

”Of course,” He replies in the same hushed tone “Come, let me lead.” 

He was gentle and slow, as if he would scare you off if he moved too fast. He gently cradled your face and he moved up to lean in 

“Are you sure?” He asked you, his voice was barely audible and his breath danced on your face but his eyes were focused on your lips and your facial expression 

“I have never been more sure in my life,” You said and leaned down 

Bdubs leaned up and met you in the middle

His lips were soft, and he tasted like mint. He moved slow and steady and what felt like forever in euphoria was only a few seconds. 

“Was that okay?” He breathed out, his hands holding your cheeks were shaking and you placed your hands on top of his to calm him down 

“It was perfect.” 

“OH MY VOID!” Gem screamed in excitement and shook you by your shoulders “YOU KISSED HIM?!” 

“Ye-es Pl-ea-se St-op Sha-king- meeeee-“ your words were barely audible as Pearl and Cleo freaked out with Gem

“This calls for a celebration!” Pearl said 

“Waitwaitwait-“ You said and rushed forward after Gem let you go “You guys never let me finish what I was saying.” 

The three girls looked at you expectantly and you sighed and finished your story. 

once you finished they stared at you in disbelief 

“so wait- let me get this straight,” Cleo stated “You told him you liked… SOMEONE and didn’t specify who and asked to practice kissing with him?” 

“…Yes?” You replied shrinking back 

There was a group sigh and it made you defend yourself “hey, it was a spur of the moment thing. I almost confessed to him but I backed out last minute and now I'm stuck here. Any ideas other than coming clean?” 

“wuss-“ Pearl coughed between her word playfully “But Seriously Y/n, not your smartest move. Truthfully I think the best way is to let it play out how you have it now. Maybe something will happen because of it?” 

“I’m not sure, But the longer this goes on…” Cleo trailed off and You got her gist

The longer this goes on, the longer you could be hurting not only yourself but bdubs. 

“I’ll figure it out,” You said desperately “I promise.” 

Everyday for the next two weeks were bliss

Bdubs insisted on meeting everyday so he could ‘teach’ you and you never once protested. 

Today, however, was different. Bdubs was touchy, hand on your hips or lower back. His eyes wandered multiple times. When he couldn’t take it any more he dragged you to where you two first kissed and smashed his lips into yours. 

It took you by surprise but you never fought it. 

instead, you melted into the kiss. Your hands diverging, one going up to tangle in his hair and the other gong down to rest on his heart, feeling the beat of his body pulse faster and faster. His hands… his hands dipped below your waist and behind you… 

No

You wanted control of this situation 

You turned and pushed him against the wall, protecting his head with your hand from the rock, and kissed him harder. He had let out a gasp when you turned him and his hands backed away from your body but the passionate kiss continued. 

When you both pulled away for a breath he looked into your eyes and you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“I’m in love with you Bdubs. You enchant me in heart and soul and I want you to be mine. Please be mine.”  You pull him closer by the waist and cup his face “You’re the one I like and you’re the one I love. Let me be your partner please.” 

He looked shocked and blank before his face turned a deep red and he started stammering

”I- Uh- We- ye- well-“ This went on for a solid few seconds before he gathered himself and said “Yes. Please.  I have been in love with you since season 6. Please be mine Y/n.” 

“Always have been and always will be.” You promised and sealed it with a kiss

#luna has written #hermitcraft #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft bdubs #hermitcraft Bdoubleo100 #bdoubleo100 x reader #bdubs x reader #bdubs #hc bdubs #bdubs fanfic #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fandom

[padfootastic]

summary: from euphemia to james to sirius to harry to lily luna—traditions passed down through the generations of potters. love in the form of feeding your people, aloo paranthas as a labor of love etc etc

a labor of love

(also on ao3!)

August, 1970

“Jamie, breakfast’s ready!”

Loud steps thundered around the house as her ten year old raced down the stairs. Euphemia didn’t even bother to reprimand him at this point—she knew it was a pointless endeavour. Instead, she made sure the safety charms on the staircase were always updated.

“HiMumGoodMorningWhatsForBreakfast,” James’ words came out in one single whoosh of air and it was only because this was her child that she had extensive experience with that she could decode what he was saying.

She smiled gently while placing the plate in front of him. “Aloo parantha, honey.”

“Yesss,” James hissed in pleasure, a quick fist pumped in the air, before bending forward with his nose mere millimetres away from the paranthas.

Euphemia swapped the back of his head with a ‘tsk’. “James. How many times have I told you not to smell your food? You’re not a dog.”

“Ma, you don’t get it, okay. It smells so good,” he replied with a goofy, cross-eyed expression. “Seriously, whenever I go to heaven, I just know it’ll smell like fried potato and ghee and coriander. Life can’t get any better than this.”

Euphemia could only smile at the innocent look of wonder on her son’s face as he tore a piece off to stuff it in his mouth, hoping it always stayed there. If she had to keep making him aloo paranthas every morning to keep it there, she’d happily do so. 

August, 1976

Sirius huddled closer into the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and trying to count his breaths so he didn’t go so fast anymore.

It was some ungodly time of the day and he was sitting on the floor, pressed right up against the corner of the living room of Potter Manor, having a minor—really, not a big deal at all—panic attack about…well, everything.

It hadn’t been two days since he’d run away from Grimmauld Place and already the hopelessness was settling into his bones. He couldn’t stop replaying the words and curses and taunts and Reg’s face and—

“Sirius?” A drowsy voice cut through his spiral. He shouldn’t be surprised.

James always had a way of doing that.

“H-Hi, Jamie,” he replied, straightening up and wiping his eyes in a futile attempt to hide the tears he could feel pooling there. It wouldn’t work, he knew that, James always, always knew but he still had to try.

Sure enough, a pair of sock clad feet (adorned in little animated snitches) stopped right in front of him. His gaze traveled slowly, reluctantly, up to see James looking at him with a complicated look on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and frustration and resignation. Sirius hated that he put it there. James wasn’t made for expressions like that—he should always be happy, smiling, and this felt wrong, wrong, wrong.

Before he could do anything, though (not that there was much in his control), a hand entered his vision, palm up in invitation. Without even thinking twice about it—he would always choose James—he let himself be pulled up and straight into strong arms that were the only thing keeping him whole and grounded so far.

The hug ended in less time than it took for him to draw a full, shaky, breath. The abruptness of it left him reeling. 

“Come on,” James said, tugging him in the direction of the kitchen. Sirius followed, confused, letting himself be manhandled into the kitchen stool and watched James take something out of the cooking cabinet.

“Boiled potatoes,” he explained, already moving on to the spice rack. “Mum always keeps some ready to go.”

With quick, practiced movements, James had them peeled and mashed. Another sealed container was retrieved—‘Dough. For the rotis’—and a flat top griddle was placed on the stove.

Sirius watched the whole thing in a daze, unable to identify a single thing but being comforted all the same. It felt almost like a ritual; the rhythmic movements of James’ hands as he rolled the dough into balls, and stuffed them with the potatoes. Watching him smooth it out into a round, flat shape. 

“I didn’t know you were so proficient in the kitchen, Prongs,” Sirius finally said as the kitchen warmed up from his best mate’s ministrations, the smell of ghee-fried dough and spiced potatoes permeating the air.

“I’m not, really,” James shrugged. “But aloo paranthas are—they’re different, you know? Everyone should know how to make them.“

“I’ve never even tried them.”

“Well, then, everyone should have them at least once in their lives,��� James said, firmly.

He placed a plate full of warm, steaming—aloo paranthas in front of Sirius and without even knowing what they really were, he could feel the rest of the tension seeping out of him. It’s a temporary relief, to be sure, but that it happened at all is enough to both awe and excite him.

He looked up at James with wide eyes, only to receive a knowing smile in return.

“Have a bite, Pads,” James pushed the plate closer. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

And he didn’t.

As he sat there and entirely demolished four of the wonderful paranthas—after days of not feeling the slightest pang of hunger—Sirius was helpless against the warmth that suffused his entire being, not just from the heat of the potatoes, but from the boy in front of him who’d decided to take a chance on him. Decided to welcome him not just in his arms but his house, his family. 

August, 1995

“Sirius, why are we here?” Harry asked, confused. A minute ago, they were in the garden, talking about something or the other, and then suddenly his godfather had grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the kitchen.

“Because you, my dear Prongslet, have been severely, unforgivably wronged and it’s time to start rectifying that,” Sirius proclaimed, which really didn’t help.

“…huh?”

“You just told me you’ve never had anything but bland, boring British food. Ever.” Sirius stressed the last word, making a point Harry wasn’t quite sure of.

“Yes…because the Dursleys are raging racists and Hogwarts isn’t too creative with its culinary choices,” Harry slowly said, feeling eerily like he was defending himself for…not being able to have a diverse palette?

“Exactly. If James had a grave, he’d be rolling around in it.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“Look, I was supposed to do this for you since the day you were old enough to eat solids. That I didn’t…well. Let’s not go there right now. But now that I do have the chance, it’s practically first on the list of my godfatherly duties—“

“What is, Sirius?” Harry asked, slightly exasperated. The man was making no sense.

“Making aloo paranthas, Harry! Come on, keep up, it’s bad enough you’ve gone this far without—any longer and I swear, James will find a way to come back to wring my neck and tie you to a chair just so he could force feed you,” Sirius finished, a slightly haunted look in his eyes like he was speaking from experience.

Harry blinked. What—?

“Now, luckily for us, the boiled potatoes are already done. You’ve got me to thank for that bit of foresight, of course, never go without since fifth year—“

“Why?”

“—because they’re so versatile—“

“Right, of course, how silly of me.”

“Yes. So, now you’ve gotta peel and mash it, and none of that ricer or fork nonsense, either, okay? You’ve gotta really get in there with your hands.” Sirius demonstrated by taking one slightly cold potato from the bowl, expertly peeling and crushing it between his fingers. He kept going until it was almost smooth, with just the smallest hint of texture. Once done, he turned expectantly towards Harry, eyebrow raised and ‘go on’ written all over his face.

Still slightly bemused, Harry stepped forward and gingerly took a potato of his own. Trying to peel it was—not as easy as he thought and everything else faded away as he concentrated on making sure no brown bits remained. It was a surprisingly soothing task. When he had his first potato peeled and mashed, he turned to Sirius proudly.

“There. What next?”

Sirius nodded in approval. “Now, we do the rest of it.”

And standing there shoulder to shoulder, the two of them managed to get through a veritable mountain of boiled potatoes, interspersed with Sirius’ stories of the Potters, a rare, greedy pleasure for Harry.

“Your grandmum, Euphemia, she’d make this for breakfast every so often. It was James’ favorite and she could never resist his great, big eyes—you get that from him, by the way. Not many people could, mind, but it was particularly effective when he wanted to scam some paranthas out of her.”

and “Your dad wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but this was one thing he was absolutely adamant he learn. Spent hours with Effie and Rani perfecting it, as well.”

Once the potatoes were done, Sirius directed him to the spice cabinet. “Now, this is the most important bit, Harry. Everyone makes their aloo paranthas in their own way. You can have different people following the same recipe and all of their final results would still taste different.”

Harry nodded in understanding. It was a bit like Aunt Petunia’s prized Roast Dinner—she always claimed no one else could make it the way she could, not even letting Harry close to the preparation of it. 

“The first time I had this was in fifth year—similar to you, come to think of it—and I’ve experimented after, right? It was so good I had to. I went to many, many places in muggle London—roadside stalls to fine dining, you name it—and not once have I felt the same as when your dad made it with his eyes still half closed and the paranthas a little burnt on the edges and a bit undercooked in the middle. There’s no competition. So. It’s all in the spice, yes?”

Sirius handed him the container of carom seeds. “That being said, the most important bit?”

Harry leaned forward, eager, all hesitation forgotten in the face of a piece of his culture, his family being passed down to him like this.

“You’ve got to—“

August, 2017

“—measure with your heart, okay, Lils?”

Little Lily Luna Potter, only nine but adopting an air of maturity of someone much older, nodded solemnly, taking her dad’s word as gospel.

“This isn’t just food—this is you telling someone you love them. It’s a warm hug. Feeding someone, taking care of them, is no small job. So, forget all this measurements nonsense and just get in there,” Harry finished, nostalgia coating his words as he quoted his own godfather word for word.

“Get in there, Daddy!” Lily-Lu repeated empathetically.

“That’s right,” Harry chuckled, using one hand to ruffle the riotous mane of red curls piled on top of her head. “The next thing to go in is the powdered spices. Which ones are those, again?”

Lily-Lu squinted thoughtfully. “Coriander powder, red chili powder, tyoo-mer-ic, and cumin powder. That’s all of it, right, Daddy?”

Harry smiled at her serious countenance. “There’s just one more you’re missing.”

She frowned, biting her lip and mumbling under breath. “One more? Coriander…chili…cumin…and—and—garam masala! It’s garam masala, isn’t it?” The last few words were said in an excited shout, almost loud enough to startle him but he could only lean forward and place a quick kiss on her forehead in approval.

“Sure is, sweetheart. You’re a quick one, aren’t you?”

“I’m smart, Daddy, you and Mummy say so,” Lily-Lu returned, self-satisfaction radiating from every inch of her little frame

“That’s because you are; the smartest of us all, isn’t it?” Harry teased, while carefully mixing the spices with the potatoes. This one he’d do himself—Lily-Lu’s hands weren’t the steadiest yet.

“Oh!” She exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward. “The salt! You forgot the salt, Daddy.”

Harry blinked in surprise, looking down at his array of ingredients and realised he had.

“Huh. So I have, it seems. Would you like to do the honours, Lulu?” He extended the container towards her, smiling once again at how she was practically vibrating in excitement.

Harry was—not just glad but utterly ecstatic that he could do this, had the opportunity and ability for it. And he had no one but Sirius to thank for it.

Taking care of me even from the afterlife, aren’t you, Siri? he thinks with a silent offering of gratitude to the universe. I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for it, for everything. 

“And now, the absolute final step?”

“The chopped coriander!” Lily-Lu chirped, already reaching forward to clasp a handful of coriander he’d prepared beforehand. She sprinkled it all over their mixture with a high, bright giggle and Harry could’ve spent an eternity in that moment, with his child beside him and the weight of his family behind him.

#euphemia potter #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #lily luna potter #this is perhaps the most personal thing i’ve ever written. #no other piece of work has more of me and my life in it #and i don’t it will either. i’m not a huge fan of ~reality yeah? #but i was eating aloo paranthas my aunt made me today. feeling exceptionally content. #and remembering the time my grandma made the same for me #and how the way my aunt and mom make it is the literal same taste bc rhe learnt from their mom (grandma) #and how i’m learning to make it the exact same way (about. 75% there i’d say) #and i’m feeding my friends and enjoying seeing the joy on their face #so aloo paranthas are like. nostalgic. and a labor of love. and a symbol of family and affection and generational habits passed down #so u have a whole fic around it bc projection is what i do best #i’m still v apathetic to identity headcanons for the same reasons as before #but this had to be done so that issue is put to the side for a while #also like. why is posting on tumblr so fkn difficult my god #why does it not accept formatted stuff 😭 #i’m sure there’s a way to do it but i’m either too stupid or too lazy #but that and the weird spaces it adds between paragraphs will be the death of me some day #anyway. enjoy! i have lots of thoughts about it so feel free to come talk to me about it #massively restraint in myself in the tags & authors notes #this was just supposed to be a lil tumblr drabble but it. just. Grew? #so yah. #pen’s writing

[lunannex]

Listen. LISTEN. I need y’all to understand how much I love Allison/Ray. “I would take my year with you over a lifetime with anyone else” SHUT UP???? That line single-handedly killed me. They’re everything to me. Right person, wrong time (kinda?? S4 better feed me well)

#i love almond #luna talks #i know so far i’ve only written allison with patrick (because i love writing about her life pre-canon) #but the s4 speculation fic has plenty of moments between her and ray that i’m DYING to share with u

[thathilomgirl]

Why is almost every mention of Mia's mom in the light novels so mysterious and low-key sad?

#Tearmoon Empire #Tearmoon Teikoku Monogatari #Adelaide Luna Tearmoon #I've finally read the side chapters found in the manga #It's so weird how she's written makes it seem as though she has foreknowledge about Mia to a certain extent #But lowkey she sorta knows she can't be there in her life because she dies but she's at peace with it somehow? #And yet she still makes that white dress for her and tells Matthias to adjust it accordingly to Mia's size when she wears it #And she was also the reason why Matthias wants Mia to call him ''papa'' instead of being overly formal as is expected of their titles #I feel so bad for her because she really loved her daughter so much but she didn't get much time to spend with her when after was born #I'm lowkey hoping she's somewhat involved in some time hijinks courtesy of the Holy Deity #That one part in Volume 7 when the Perujin king had that dream-like vision about her is so far my only evidence to this theory #Spoilers #Light Novel Spoilers

[charmixpower]

RBWJDJSJSJ

Erendor: Where is my son??? Where is prince Sky???

Samsara: Oh calm down Erendor, he's out

Erendor: Out???? How can he be out???

Samara: Well he can't hang around here all day :)

JFJSKFN WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF CONVERSATION AM I LISTENING TOO???

They've taken Erendor and Samara "when Diaspro was kiddnapped we didn't lift a finger to send anyone immediately to help her because if we sent Sky, maybe the experience of saving her from this situation would make him fall in love with her and finally give up on that commoner" and turned them into a fucking comedy of errors

God, someone liked the bumbling fool characterization from the second movie

Like I'm sorry??

She looks so depressed, and then she's like :D

Mfmsmdmd what??

Erendor: Sky is going to be King!! Of Eraklyon!! Hanging around here is his duty!!

I'm in hysterics

#no one cares about the winx parents; the writers say. competly changing Radius/Luna's Erendor/Samara's personalities #Samara is a lot like Luna too. she has more of a backbone and shes not as amenable/compliant. but shes only off by two degrees #Erendor and Radius are both written pretty similarly in this season too. both of their sins are pride. like #did they honest to god give up on writing unique characters and just copy paste Radius and Luna but less dysfunctional?? im going to bite #rus chatters #rus liveblogs #winx season 5 #winx club

[hamartia-grander]

I wanna love Andor with the same passion everyone else on tumblr does but how do y'all not see the way Cassian has been reduced to a supporting character in his own damn show

#I mean he literally had TWO MINUTES of screen time this past episode I'm livid #Just when it was starting to get good plot wise they just abandoned him #I'm sorry to break it to y'all but andor is not the perfectly written show y'all say it is #And I'm pissed seeing the same people who shit on the sequels claim that andor has made star wars 'good again' #Yeah it's a good show and I love the politics but the pacing is sporadic and the story doesn't even know itself #And ANDOR DOESN'T GET TO BE THE LEAD CHARACTER IN HIS OWN DAMN SHOW HE GOT LIKE 3 EPISODES #Star wars #I'm mad. #Andor #Cassian andor #andor show #Star wars andor #cassian andor series #andor series #diego luna

[eggrestes]

sometimes i see people talking about cartoons and say things like ‘and the character is only a child!!!!!’ while like making character analysis and stuff and even though like it’s very true i think it’s still very crucial to remember that a lot of cartoons are still targeted towards kids and they dont see the character the way an older audience would, rather thinking of them someone more like themselves, like a distance acquaintance or friend. which i do think should influence the way we talk about this characters in context of their non-fictional impact

#i am pretty sure #that someone has said it like even better #but i see it a lot and i am always like #we are not the target audience #yes there do exists cartoon like the horse headed one that are for adults #but the way the characters are written. the story is told. the tone it self changes drastically #like i see sometimes talking about how azula was just a teen and yeah she is #but teen or kid watching it isnt going to look at her and go 'ohhh she is just a teen so young' #they will look at her and go 'what an asshole she could have done better' #because contrary to popular belief kids do have a certain level ofperception when it comes to good vs bad #and can be good judges for thins #luna speaks

[moved-to-void-kissed]

"One never knows just what lies beyond arm's reach, whether it is the warm embrace of a lover, or the maw of a demon. Here, both exist."

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#a call from the void #selfship #selfshipping #self-promotion #this post is okay to reblog! #it’s kind of written more as an information post so that it can be my pinned post #but it can be a promo post as well! #also yes the quote at the start is from pokémon reborn and more specifically from luna #this has been in my drafts for a while but i finally got around to editing it on my laptop like I wanted to so now I can post it!

[a-tale-of-legends]

Sad fact: I wanted a hug and cuddle scene between Ramona and Arven during Night Call, as a way of Ramona comforting him. Sadly, as I was writing, I couldn't have the scene fit in a way that matched the flow of what was already given. So yeah, no comfort cuddles between R.B and Arven today.

#oc: ramona beatriz luna #i feel like Arven has a lot of fears. not just with his parents but like. loosing his friends and being alone again #again the way the story was written wasn't going in that direction #but i can see it being a conversation being had at some point. #not just with Ramona but the others too #r rambles

[bogunicorn]

speaking of bafflingly messy media: sometimes i look at the 100 and i'm bummed out that it ended up Like That (or i guess that it just was Like That) because it had a lineup of genuinely good and interesting characters and sometimes managed really great storylines. but then, you know...

the rest of it.

#bog post #at some point they had killed off everyone i wasn't frustrated with #lexa roan luna #kane #bellamy was good until they gave him Designated Villain Status and then struggled to pull him back from it #lincoln ofc #raven's actress was fantastic but as a character never got any breathing room #octavia was consistently the best written and most interesting character in the show #(tho i haven't seen the final season so idk what note she went out on #except that she has a boring looking boyfriend now blech) #clarke is a strange one bc her acting is good and her DIALOGUE is good #like the actual words coming out of her mouth and her character motivations are solid #but the storylines around her are such a mess that she holds the idiot ball all the time

[lunar-writes-things]

Song of the Sea

Pairing: Goodtimeswithscar x reader, Grian x Reader, Grian x Goodtimeswithscar

Summary: In which a kidnapping resulted in a relationship crashing in like a wave

Genre: Romance

Extra notes: FLUFF WITH AN EXTRA TRIPLE FLUFF ON THE SIDE

Content warnings (If any): None, just babies being sweeties. 

WC: 3k 

Future monarch of the Oceri, the grand kingdom that is in charge of most of the ocean. 

It was an intimidating title for a humble mer-person such as yourself. Yet Your husband, Crown Prince Scar of Oceri, made it seem like the easiest thing in the world. It wasn't but as you began to learn from the current queen, you began to become accustomed to the way of the kingdom. 

However, when you had a break, you and your husband love to head to the surface of the ocean to relax. With you, a Guard was usually brought for safety reason but the Guard was a good friend of yours.

"Cub!" You pleaded "Please?" 

"I'm sorry Y/n," He said softly "But I'm obligated to keep you down here. There's a pirate ship overhead and I've received information that they may be hunting for mer-people. If I see you two leaving I'm going to lose my job." 

"I'm sure a little bit of sun won't hurt. We'll stay under the water but we just want some sun." Scar spoke up, swimming up from behind "and its only if you see us leave."

"Plus you'll be able to watch over us once we beat you there," You said "Like always."

"If I see even a glimmer of your tails, I'm dragging you two back." Cub sighed and slumped forward while placing a hand over his eyes "You have a minute." 

You and Scar giggled and swam up to just below the surface as you as fast as possibly could, holding hands the entire way. The rays of the sun warmed your skin and you sighed as you began to float in the rays of the sun in the calming presence of the sea. Scar came up from under you and held you tight, humming a random tune and pressing kisses into your cheek. 

Despite all this love you two had for each other, it always felt like their was a missing piece. Like there should be someone else. However, You just brushed it off for always being in public and being mentally drained so you relaxed into your lovers arms and sighed happily. 

That's when cub came up urgently 

"Prince Scar, Y/n," Cub quickly swam up "I do suggest coming down quite a bit. The ship is really close now and I dont wanna risk anything." 

"I think I have to agree on that," You muttered and look at the shadow that was coming closer and closer by the second 

The men nodded and began to swim down, You took one last look at the warm upper water before turning to swim down to catch up with your husband and his best friend. As you almost reached Scar a thick net dropped in front of you and caught you and some other surface fish and it tugged you up 

"Y/N!" Scar cried and swam up to grab you but missed your hand by an inch as you were pulled out of the waters and into the boat where the air burned your lungs as you cursed to Poseidon for getting you into this mess. 

While you could turn into a human more suited for the air, that would leave you completely indecent and you had more sense of reason than your husband but it may- 

your thought process stopped when you were unceremoniously dumped on the ship deck and gasps caught your attention 

"We- WE CAUGHT ONE!" The crew cheered 

"Now put a gag on it before it starts singing!" One crew member said "And put it in water! We don't need it drying out!" 

The leader exclaimed and there was a flurry of movement that made you dizzy but soon you were gagged and were dumped in a way too small tank filled with sea water. 

"Hello Little siren," A man walked up to the tank "Welcome to the Architechs. A pirate ship that builds and designs better than the kingdom." 

You didn't answer. Something about him seemed... familiar. No matter what there was something else tugging at you about him. He was... pretty. 

Yep 

thats it 

The captain of the ship was undeniably gorgeous. Nearly on par to your husband. 

but there was something more than the simple physical attraction, you just had no idea what it was

"I'm the Captain of this here ship, My name is Grian. This here is my first mate, Mumbo and our Quartermater Iskall." The man, Grian introduced 

Why did everything about him seem so familiar?

However, Down in the sea with Cub and Scar... 

"I'm going to get them!" Scar said and swam up to the surface and grabbed onto the ship that was starting to speed up “Make sure My father knows we’re safe! I'll deal with the humans! After all, they can't be all be that bad.” 

Unfortunately, Scar was unaware they could be that bad. 

For now, he began climbing up the ship and once his tail was fully out of water, he made sure to switch into the human form only royal family members had. 

He climbed up the ship and eventually made it over and onto the lower deck where no one was. He looked around, gaining his surrounding when he saw his partner tied and gagged in a small tank full of water. 

However as he got closer he noticed the crew of the ship and that you were staring at someone with eyes that held curiosity, wonder and... something else

but when Scar took one step closer, he understood. 

His attention was immediately drawn off you and to the man in front of you. A dirty blond with black eyes as dark as obsidian and most likely, the captain of the ship. Something about him made Scar want to grab him and You and drag you back down to  the bottom of the ocean. A need to protect, to love, to claim. 

Soon he caught your eyes. Scar saw you light up at the sight of him and you called to him in your native tounge. 

'Scar!' You chirped 'Isn't he pretty!' 

Scar nodded with a smile. Even after being kidnapped you were focused on something else.

Unfortunately, your call to him revealed his location and he had to move from out of the shadows. 

 When Scar did, most of the pirates covered their eyes at his indecency and Grian screeched something akin to 'put your clothes on!" while throwing his cape to the merman. 

Grian had recognized this idiot of a man. 

This was the crown prince of Oceri, Prince Scar. 

But why was-

Grian felt his eyes widen and he turned to see the 'siren' his men had captured pressed up against the glass tryng to be as close to prince scar as possible.

but if Grian recognized scar them...

"Greeting to His highness, the crown Prince of the Sahara Kingdom. It is a pleasure to see you again Prince Grian." Scar said and Gave Grian a deep bow 

Hearing the old title made Grian cringe but he held his face neutral as his crew gaped in shock. Then they began to shout and thats when Grian had enough. 

"GET BACK TO WORK! Mumbo! Iskall! Bring our prisoner and the crown prince inside my office! And will someone please stop the ship!” Grian shouted and quickly turned to head back inside his office 

Soon the four were in his office and the prisioner was wrapped in a red blanket and on two legs. 

that means... 

"You're Prince Scar's partner," Grian groaned and ran a hand down his face 

"I am indeed," You say and give the prince in front of you a sweeping bow "I hold no ill will against you for this." 

"I thank you for that," Grian said and slumped into the seat behind his desk, with Mumbo standing behind him on his right and Iskall on his left "But I cannot let you leave knowing that the crown prince of Sahara has run away to lead a gang of pirates. So, what will you like?" 

You looked to your husband and he gave you a subtle nod. 

"That is actually something me and my husband would like to talk about." You said "You see, Mer-people have this weird thing about knowing who is fated to us when first meeting. Think of it as a soulmate bond."

"And what does this have to do with me?" Grian asked while Mumbo and Iskall gave an exasperated look behind him 

"Well, When I boarded the ship there was a tug. At first it was a simple attraction to your looks but then my husband boarded... That simple attraction became ten times stronger and that is when I realized We... are bonded. And I suspect that this was the work of my husband and his tiny child brain."

"Admittedly, Yes," Scar gave a grin and a nervous chuckle "See when we had first met as children Grian, I had imprinted on you accidentally. Then I met Y/n, I imprinted on them accidentally as well. I had no idea I would marry them and I had totally forgot about imprinting on you until just a few minutes ago." 

"So?" Grian asked and raised an eyebrow "Its not like I will marry you two right away." 

"oh goodness no!" You spoke up "Thats not what means. See because he had imprinted on both of us, My attraction to you int as strong but it is definitely still there. What we would like to do, if okay with you, is possibly... ah- how do humans say it... enter the talking stage and possibly date? Truthfully, if you are uncomfortable then we can drop this and we leave with no troubles."

Grian seemed to mull over it and as he did small mutters escaped his lips "They would hush up... connect the kingdoms even further..." 

He then looked to Iskall and Mumbo who both shrugged before  looking back to the group. 

"No conditions?" Grian asked 

"Two," Scar spoke up "One, No more Hunting for merpeople or sirens and Two, We would like if you stayed in a nearby fishing town. My partner and I can't go far from the kingdom or it will cause a panic." 

"We could use a break," Mumbo spoke up softly "We've been at sea for years now without really ever stopping." 

"But we-" Grian started 

"I agree with Mumbo here," Iskall said ad watched as Grian slumped back in his seat "We could all use a break at sea. I havent felt real concrete for three years." 

"Fine," Grian waved them off and Iskall and Mumbo both silently cheered behind Grian "You may court me and we will see how this ends. Where is this fishing town?" 

You and Scar grinned widely and grabbed each others hands with joy

The next year and a half had your heart felt full. 

The missing piece now found. 

Grian was hesitant at first with the entire arrangement, That was understandable. You and Scar danced around him for months until he was comfortable enough to initiate hand holding and kisses. Grian fit perfectly between you and Scar, a perfect match for Scar's chaotic energy and your calm demeanor. 

Now you were watching Scar and Grian bicker of what to make for movie night date Scar and you had planned on a hidden end of the each near the fishing town, sat on the shore letting the water splash at your legs as you smiled at your boys stupidity.  

"We should make a filling meal!" Scar said 

"Or we can get a bunch of snacks and fill up on those?" Grian asked a sly smile on his face 

oh no-

That's when Grian pulled out his signature pout. Scar could never resist the look and neither could you. He must have learned that as a princeling.

With a defeated groan, Scar trudged over to the blanket and dropped down and rested his head on your lap. 

"That's what you get for trying to fight with our pretty bird." You snicker and jolt when Scar lightly swats at your leg in mock anger 

"Oh shush," Scar said but you felt his grin spread across your leg but his voice lowered as he started again "Are we-?" 

"Yes, I would like to," You whispered back and leaned down to press kisses onto his scalp "But if he doesn't want to then I'm willing to wait. Anything for the two of you." 

"What doing?" Grian asked as he sat down with the snack in his hands and spreading them amongst the three of you. There were normal human snacks but also the of the mer people snacks that you had introduced to him a while ago

"Talking," You answer quickly

You were slightly flustered that he caught you two talking about your plans, the entire reason for this date. 

After a little over a year, Grian had warmed up to the two of you exponentially. You had learned that within the first few months of courting Grian had fallen for the two of you, especially as he had gotten to know you and scar. 

Truthfully? You definitely felt the same if not more. 

 So last month, you had bought a ring and showed it to scar. 

You could never describe the way he lit up when he saw it. He told you he had the same idea and was going to talk about it with you that night when Grian was fast asleep. 

So You planned this.

and this was going very according to plan. 

"About?" Grian asked and sat down between you two, nuzzling into your side with closed eyes and a sweet smile that took your breath away 

You looked to your husband who gave you a singular nod and a thousand uninvited butterflies filled your stomach. Why were you so nervous now? Was it the idea of him rejecting the two of you? 

Despite your frantic thoughts you blurted out "You." 

That made Grian pay attention. His eyes snapped open and widened as his mouth gaped before he jolted upright and asked "Did I do something wrong?" 

His voice was soft and there was a thickness to it that indicted tears from the man. 

"Huh? Oh! Nononono!" You waved your hands frantically as your eyes widened in panic "Of course not our songbird!"

Grian let out a sigh of relief and slumped back into you, Meanwhile behind him, Scar moved to one knee and opened the small box with a pearl ring you had gotten from the town Jeweler 

"Sorry to scare you Songbird," Scar rumbled "But we have a very important question to ask." 

This piqued Grian's interest and he turned around before a sharp gasp came from him 

"We don't wanna scar you off," You started softly and moved up behind him, gently turning his hed so he can catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye "and Whatever you say, we will respect your opinion. No matter what we will love and-" 

"Y/n, Yes, I understand," Grian cut you off and then you noticed his eyes, filled with tears and adoration "Please ask the question?" 

"Grian H. Dreamslayer, Will you marry us?" You and Scar asked at the same only to be dragged to tackle Scar

"Yes!" He grinned and pressed small kisses to your and Scar's face "I was gonna ask next week but I'm kind of glad you two beat me to it. I didn't want to feel like I'm rushing you two." 

"Oh," You coo and caress his face "Songbird, We're practically soulmates. You could never rush us." 

You pressed a sweet kiss to your fiances lips before turning to kiss your husband who kissed you back. 

"Now, why don't we enjoy this movie and celebrate more at our home," Scar whispered and pressed a Kiss to Grian's lips 

"Yeah," Grian said and curled up between the two of you with a content smile

That night held many kisses, snuggles and some light showing off on Grian's part but it made you happy. 

So very happy. 

#luna has written #hermitcraft #hermitcraft x reader #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #goodtimeswithscar x reader #hermitcraft smp #hermitshipping #hermitcraft goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft gtws #hermitcraft grian #grian x reader #grian minecraft #Scarian x reader #Mermaid x pirates Au #alternate universe #mumbo jumbo #iskall85

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Writing advent calendar

Day 16

Prompt: Mistletoe

AKA: Ramiro likes to make people kiss under the mistletoe, so they make him do the same

Read on ao3 on the link above or read under the cut

Another christmas party at the Benson mansion. Ámbar and Luna had been asking to keep the house to themselves, all the other members of the house were out for other activities. They had been fixing the tree, hung up all the lights, and... a mistletoe, right by the fireplace. Actually, they didn't hang that up, but they weren't sure which one of their friends helping did. They didn't find out until Ramiro started to laugh.

"Hey, Luna, Ámbar!"

"What?" both of them said in unison.

"You're standing under the mistletoe!"

They looked up and, rest assured, there it was.

"You gotta kiss!" Ramiro chuckled.

The girls looked at each other. Luna shrugged and awkwardly gave Ámbar a kiss on the cheek, before the two walked away from there. It was best to avoid it all evening. Especially since Ramiro seemed to keep an eye on it at all times, waiting to comment next time someone stood under it.

The next people who stood under the mistletoe was Gastón and Nina. Ramiro once again made a comment.

"Hey, you two!" he shouted, "You're under the mistletoe!"

"Oh, we are?" Gastón asked. "Well, then." He pulled Nina in and gave her a kiss on the lips. This caused some people to applaud. 

"That's how you kiss!" Ramiro exclaimed and did a woop! sound. He then turned to Ámbar and Luna. "Take notes."

"You are aware that we're..." Ámbar started to say and then wondered if it was any idea to explain why she and Luna really could only do a cheek kiss at most. Ramiro was the type of guy that would go "That's no excuse!" and you'd not know if he was joking or not.

"Maybe we should get him to stand under the mistletoe," Luna suggested. Ámbar agreed.

Jim and Yam were the next ones under the mistletoe. Ramiro once again commented on it, but the girl didn't even look at him. Instead, they grabbed each other and pulled in for a kiss. A long kiss. Everyone was rather silent, but mostly because they hadn't seen them kiss before. As they let go, they looked at each other. 

"Oh, I didn't realize we stood under the mistletoe," Yam said. "Hey, where's our applause, Ramiro?"

Everyone else started to applaud like crazy, but Ramiro looked to be a bit shocked. Apparently he didn't expect this. 

While he was distracted, Luna and Ámbar decided to move the mistletoe. Luna sat on Ámbar's shoulders, taking it down. They then walked over to Ramiro.

"Hey, Ramiro!" Luna chuckled, "You're standing under the mistletoe!"

"Haha, nice try!" Ramiro said in an overly confident voice. Then he noticed the mistletoe was gone and it was, in fact, hanging above him, with Luna holding it in her grip. Hanging above him and... Matteo.

"You two gotta kiss!" Ámbar said.

Matteo seemed as shocked as Ramiro. "Uh..."

"A cheek kiss is fine," Ámbar whispered. Matteo nodded. He was ok with doing a cheek kiss.

"No!" Ramiro exclaimed. "You gotta kiss for real! Ugh, fine!"

He then grabbed Matteo and kissed him rather rapidly on the mouth. Matteo was surprised, but quickly closed his eyes, seeming to... enjoy the kiss?

As they let go, everyone cheered and applauded and laughed.

"Now I think we should let this mistletoe not be up," Luna said and straight up threw it at the wall, making it crash and fall onto the floor.

For the rest of the evening, they all had a nice time. Matteo stood in a corner with his drink when Ramiro came up to him.

"So... sorry if I kissed you too hard or something."

"No, it's fine," Matteo said, "I... liked it."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah. It was... an interesting experience."

"Cool..."

"Yeah... cool."

#writing advent calendar #soy luna #this has a ship i've never written for before. i've just joked about them.

[waterfall-ambience]

reworking chapters 20 - 23 of perpetua rn. i'm still keeping the old versions around in a separate doc but the character development in those ones felt a little off. damien shrank back too quickly, the aquarium thing would be better material for arc 4, and luna's talk with avery was getting too long and complicated.

#perpetua progress notes #imo the kids feel more like themselves in the rewritten version. avery especially bc it's fun writing him being passionate about stuff #but also at this rate damien watching the owl house / atla and re-evaluating his self-worth might become an actual plot point???? #i dont. i dont know. #fun fact the perpetua script hardly has a written outline apart from the main story beats of the ex plot #its just a game of connecting the dots and planning things in a way that hopefully makes sense while also being open to new stories #like idk luna having a parental relationship with avery was not something i initially had planned. esp not a year ago. #but its in there and here to stay bc i love the idea of luna being generally resigned to his fate until avery was born. #and suddenly he had someone he wanted to protect. not like 'the world' or 'future generations' or even the other members #(who chose to perform to entertain the gods even for a little while). but an actual person. #uh. about minerva and luna as avery's parents. i think even if luna is kind and easy to talk to minerva still plays a bigger role #in avery's personal life. rn he's trying to be independent so he talks more to luna but after losing damien he goes back to his mum #at least for a while. but its a long while.

[dancingbirdie]

Okay so on Astarion, I was reading this fic about him not knowing Tavs true intentions with him and it bothering Astarion a lot, so what if he goes to some mage or magic user and asks them to show Tavs true intentions to him, when he does the vision he sees is just... being snuggled. It's Tav on top of him and the both of you are falling asleep, his hands are under your shirt softly petting your skin as your sleepy self is contently snuggled up to him. I just start crying about him finding out that Tavs DASTARDLY and EVIL plan with him, their greatest desire from him... is to simply be held. 🥺

Hi @goblin-creatcher! Thank you so much for this BEAUTIFUL prompt. I, uhh, kind of took it and went a million miles an hour with it. This is honestly one of my favorite things I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it as well! xoxoxo

Something Imagined / Something Real

Word Count: 3.9K

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav

Warnings/Tags: Brief but detailed description of rough consensual sex, descriptions and references to Astarion's trauma/trauma responses, minor Act 1 and Act 2 spoilers, FLUFF, angst

Suggested Song Pairing: Slow Dancing in A Burning Room (Stripped) - cover by ST LUNA

Summary: Astarion has been suspicious of Tav’s true intentions toward him. He persuades Gale to cast a spell and reveal her motivations. ANGST and FLUFF ensue. A rewriting of Astarion’s confession scene from Act 2.

The sun had just begun to set on the campsite when Astarion decided to put his plan into action. He had waited until Tav departed with some of the other party members before making his way over to the wizard. Gale was too busy reassembling the bookshelf inside his tent to notice Astarion’s approach. It wasn’t until he gave a polite cough that Gale jumped and whirled to face him. 

“No, no, no,” he began all at once, hands raised in a sort of shooing motion. Astarion stared at him in confusion. “I can respect Tav’s indulging in your need for blood, but as I’ve said before: I taste terrible.” 

Astarion scoffed. “Charming. Actually, wizard, I was coming to request your aid in a different, though somewhat related, matter.”

“Really? Care to elaborate?” Gale responded, still somewhat wary. It wasn’t often he found himself alone with the vampire. 

“Testy, I see,” Astarion crooned teasingly. His knee-jerk response to people treating him like a monster, to behave in the most false saccharine sort of way. 

But he drew up short, censoring himself before saying anything else he might regret. He knew he needed to get on the wizard’s good side if he had any chance of getting the answers he sought. 

“I was hoping you knew a spell to reveal someone’s true intentions. Their… motivations for behaving in a certain way, so to speak,” he finished more seriously. 

Gale pondered the question for a moment before answering. 

“Hmm… yes, there is magic to determine that sort of thing… Although it’s been some time since I practiced it…” He trailed off, rubbing his chin in thought. 

“Why are you asking for such a thing?” he asked suddenly. 

Astarion had been prepared for this question, of course. No one did anything for free, no questions asked. He delivered his explanation perfectly, as he’d been rehearsing in his mind.

“One might say our dear sweet Tav and I have been growing a bit… closer these days, but I can sense a master manipulator when I see one. I just simply want to ensure their intentions toward me - toward the party - are true,” he replied with mock innocence. 

“Ah, yes,” Gale nodded. “I gathered as much when the two of you slipped away from the tiefling’s party a few nights ago.” 

“But,” he continued on,”I needn’t think you should worry when it comes to Tav. She seems about as transparent as they come. I’m sure any intentions she has toward you are true.”

Yes, but the best actors always mask their motivations behind innocence and transparency, Astarion thought to himself. I should know. I’ve been doing it for centuries.

After the party’s unfortunate meeting with that Gur in the Sunlit Wetlands, Astarion realized he would have to take potential threats from Cazador even more seriously. He wasn’t about to lose his freedom, not now that he finally had some small taste of it. 

It didn’t hurt to be more suspicious of everyone he encountered, even the sweetling Tav. Anyone could be an operative sent by Cazador, and the best ones would be as skilled as he was in the art of manipulation. It was well-known at this point that the person he’d grown the closest to on their journey was their brave party leader, Tav. Unlikely as it may be that she was scheming for his master, Astarion’s paranoia wouldn’t let him indulge in interactions with her a second longer unless he knew how she truly felt. 

Given Gale’s hesitation, Astarion knew he would have to kick his acting up a notch. Press on that wizard’s heartstrings. Touch the one nerve he knew he was sensitive to.

“Gale, darling, from one literally damaged soul to another, indulge me just this once,” Astarion beseeched him. 

The wizard glared at him a moment, before finally relenting with a heavy sigh. “Fine. Fine. But I want it known that I don’t agree with this so-called solution one whit,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Yes, yes, noted and formally documented, on my word as a former Baldurian magistrate,” Astarion replied cheerily. “So, let’s hop to it then, shall we?”

“What, right now?” Gale asked, shocked. “Shouldn’t we be, I don’t know, a little less conspicuous?” 

“What better time than now?” Astarion responded. “Tav’s out gathering firewood with Wyll and Karlach. They won’t be back for some time. As for Lae’zel and Shadowheart, well…” he paused, gesturing over his shoulder. 

Said two were engaged in a heated sparring session on the outskirts of the camp. Snarls and curses could be heard emanating from both warriors as they tried, and failed, to gain the upper hand against their opponent.

“That lovers’ dance could go on until morning,” Astarion finished. 

“Fair point,” Gale admitted begrudgingly, grimacing at the sound of swords clashing violently. “Very well. Let’s get started.” 

Clearing his throat, Gale began to utter a series of phrases completely foreign to Astarion. He watched as the wizard began moving his hands in a wavelike pattern, forming a circle before them. Suddenly, a mist began to form from seemingly thin air, taking shape according to the boundaries Gale’s hands were creating. The mist grew more and more opaque until it appeared before them like a clouded mirror. 

As the fogginess of the ethereal magic began to clear, the “mirror” became a confusing blur of scenes whipping by, too fast for Astarion or Gale to really comprehend. There were flashes of Tav and Astarion, together and separate, but they disappeared too quickly to ascertain their context. It was as though the spell was shuffling through the entirety of Tav’s thoughts, assessing each one at breakneck speed. 

Finally, the spell slowed to a halt, stopping on one scene in particular. Astarion was struck speechless by what began playing out in the foggy portal before them. So distracted, he didn’t even notice Gale’s tight cough, or how the wizard suddenly became intensely interested in a copse of trees nearby, rather than the revelation the spell was revealing.

Not that the scene was especially profound, objectively speaking. In fact, to anyone else, it might be viewed as the least revelatory thing possible that the spell could have shown. Boring. Inconsequential, even. But to Astarion, it was almost earth shattering. 

He saw himself - he could see his face! - with Tav, lying tangled together in some immaculate four-poster bed. 

That was the first shock that coursed through him, nearly causing his knees to buckle. He was seeing himself for the first time in over 200 years. Or at least, he was seeing himself as Tav saw him. And… the person he saw… Well, he was gorgeous. White blonde locks, curled and tousled in a devil-may-care sort of way. A strong, patrician nose that suggested good breeding. High, sharp cheekbones. Full lips, upturned in a thoughtless grin. Red eyes bordered by long, sweeping lashes. Delicately pointed elven ears. Smooth alabaster skin, without blemish or spot. 

Astarion could scarcely believe his own eyes. 

The second shock to his system was the nature of their activities. He would have been less surprised had the vision shown them fucking. Him taking her roughly from behind perhaps. His name a cry of ecstasy from her lips as he pistoned in and out of her with a feral sort of determination. 

Fantasies of lust, of total domination, now those were things he was familiar with inspiring in the minds of the victims he had taken as lovers. It was what he strove for, in all honesty. Desire like that all but ensured he would capture his prey and live to serve another day for his master. 

But nothing of the sort was occurring between vision-Tav and himself. Instead, they were just… embracing? What in sweet hells was this?

She lay halfway on top of him. Her hair was mussed, perhaps from sleep or perhaps from previous lovemaking. One hand was drawing absentminded shapes across his chest, her lips trailing behind, leaving kisses in their wake. He watched as vision-Astarion chuckled softly, as his hands slipped beneath her sleepshirt to caress her waist, as he placed an innocent kiss on the top of Tav’s head. Eventually, she reached for his hand. They both watched their fingers intertwine, blissfully content.

It was the purest, unadulterated expression of affection that Astarion had ever seen. Something in his heart quaked at the sight of it. He wanted that moment. He envied, he hated, vision-Astarion for enjoying such apparent happiness.

So absorbed in the vision and its implications, Astarion failed to notice the soft padding of feet that indicated someone’s re-entry into the camp. 

“If the two of you are quite finished poking around in my head,” an angry voice suddenly spat from behind them, “I’d appreciate you preserving what little privacy I have left and shutting that damn spell off.”

Mortified, Astarion and Gale turned to see Tav, arms crossed and visibly seething with rage. Gale quickly dispelled the magic with a flick of his wrist. A blush was slowly but surely rising up Tav’s neck to reach her cheeks. Whether from rage or embarrassment, Astarion couldn’t be certain. 

“Tav, let us explain-” Astarion started.

“It was his idea-” Gale blurted at the same time, pointing at Astarion. 

Both paused, glaring at one another. But Tav would have none of their feeble attempts at backpedaling. 

“The explanation doesn’t matter. Whose idea it was doesn’t matter. The fact is that both of you violated the privacy of my mind, which I’ll remind you, has ALREADY been violated by having a bloody tadpole forced inside of it!” Tav shouted. At their words, the camp became enveloped in a heavy silence. Even the crickets ceased their chirping.

Astarion cringed inwardly, knowing the other party members could plainly hear this altercation and had likely stopped whatever it was that they had been doing to listen in. He noted the sounds of swords clanging together had ceased. He was certain Lae’zel and Shadowheart at least were aware of what was happening. Nosy bastards, all of them.

But what disturbed him even more was the realization that Tav’s eyes were welling with tears. She was too proud to acknowledge them or wipe them away. Such was her nature. But they were there nonetheless, and the knowledge that Astarion had brought her to the point of tears was enough to spur a rush of utter self-loathing inside him.

Without another word, Tav turned on her heel and marched stiffly out of camp, toward the direction of a nearby creek they’d identified as a water source earlier in the day.

“I can’t believe I let you convince me to perform that spell,” Gale said as she disappeared between the trees. He dragged his hands down his face. 

“How could we have been so doltish, forgetting that all of our privacies have already been violated with this tadpole business?”

Astarion didn’t have an answer to that. At least, not one the wizard could possibly understand. 

The thought hadn’t occurred to Astarion, he realized, because violations of privacy had been something so intrinsic to his being for over 200 years. He didn’t even recognize it as something abnormal. Like a fish unaware that the water surrounding it is, in fact, water. 

Violations of privacy were a part of life, at least for him. So much so that his request for Gale to perform that magic hadn’t even occurred to him as an overstepping of boundaries. To Astarion, it had simply been a matter of survival. He had needed to know another potentially manipulative person’s true intentions, and so he had found a means to uncover it and maintain the upper hand. 

Belatedly, he also realized that Gale’s hesitation to cast the spell had had nothing to do with being inconvenienced for the evening, but because the wizard had known that it was improper to do to another person. If he had misread that, Astarion wondered, then what other truly benevolent behaviors had he mistaken as pragmatic manipulation?

“I need to go find her,” Astarion murmured, clenching and unclenching his fists in an uncharacteristic fit of uncertainty. 

“Yes, you do,” Gale asserted. “We both owe her a sincere apology… if she’ll even accept it.”

“I’ll see if I can convince her to come back to camp,” Astarion replied, making to leave in the direction Tav had stormed off. 

“Wait,” Gale said, a hand on his shoulder. Astarion turned to meet his gaze. 

“Look, well, I’m obviously not an expert in healthy demonstrations of affection. But I do think it’s obvious from what you saw in that spell that Tav well and truly cares about you. In perhaps the purest way possible. Treat that carefully.”

Part of Astarion wanted to laugh aloud in utter hopelessness at the wizard’s advice. Someone cared for him? Truly and purely? No hidden games, no strings attached? Oh certainly, that wouldn’t be a problem for Astarion at all. Obviously, his 200-year existence as a master-manipulator-fetch-hound for a power-hungry vampire lord had perfectly prepared him to respond to this situation in a healthy manner. Obviously.

But all that was too much to reveal to someone he barely knew and too heavy to say aloud. Rather than giving some smarmy retort, Astarion opted instead to give a stiff nod and continue walking toward the edge of camp. He had no idea how he could make things right with Tav, but at the very least he could try. 

***

He found Tav sitting on a fallen tree near the edge of the creek bed. Her legs were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them as she rested a cheek to her knees. In the waning twilight, she reminded Astarion of some misbegotten gargoyle perched on the roof of a temple, solitary and so very sad. 

Her ears twitched as she noted his arrival. Astarion wasn’t trying to be stealthy. On top of everything else, the last thing he needed to do was scare her. 

“Can I join you?” he asked softly, wincing to himself at the awkwardness of the question. 

The reality was that there was no way to broach this conversation without some stilted beginning, and he hated it. Navigating tricky conversations was normally something he excelled at. But as he was quickly finding, when it related to Tav, nothing in his past life had prepared him to respond to her well. 

“If you’d like,” Tav answered tonelessly. 

Knowing it was probably the best response he was going to get, Astarion swallowed thickly and moved to sit down on the log next to her. 

“I… wanted to… apologize for what you saw, back at camp,” he began.

“Apologize for doing it, or apologize for getting caught?” Tav asked as she turned her head to look at him, resting her other cheek on her knees. 

Astarion balked at the question. Her piercing gaze unnerved him. He hadn’t really thought that far. 

“Both, I suppose?” he answered honestly, although it sounded more like a question to Tav. She huffed a laugh.

“You know, part of me really wants to yell at you. Scream in your face. Tell you off proper,” she mused.

“So why don’t you?” Astarion asked, perplexed. 

Tav didn’t respond at first, just sat there studying him. As if by staring at him long enough, she could project the answer into his mind. 

Astarion didn’t interrupt her, much as he would have liked to. Part of him always bristled when people gazed at him for too long. It was unfair that they could study him, when he hadn’t been able to so much as glance at his reflection in over 200 years. 

Finally, Tav released a heavy sigh, her body curling further in on itself. She closed her eyes as she spoke.

“Because then I would be just like every other bastard in your life who’s mistreated you.”

Astarion flinched in surprise. Those had not been the sort of words he’d been expecting. The truth of them cut deeper than had she raged at him like she wanted to. It left him feeling even more vulnerable, and that in turn made him want to retreat into the comfort of viciousness.

“I don’t need you to pull any punches,” he scoffed, glaring at her. “Go ahead and say what you will.”

She straightened up at his tone, opening her eyes and returning his glare. 

“No. I don’t want to,” she said testily.

“I don’t need your pity,” he hissed. “It’s insulting.”

“Gods damn it all, Astarion!” Tav exclaimed suddenly, causing him to jump in surprise. She threw her hands up in defeat. “I’m not doing anything out of pity! I don’t want to rage at you, because I know that whatever I say right now, I won’t mean it come the morning!”

Astarion blinked. Once again he was left feeling flat footed by the turn of the conversation. Sensing his surprise, Tav continued on with her deluge of words.

“You hurt me tonight, and I’m angry at you - and at Gale, for that matter - for what you did. But you’ve shared enough of your… history… with me, that I realize your behavior is just… just a byproduct of centuries of abuse and manipulation you’ve endured! And I won’t be another abuser in your life. I won’t,” she asserted. 

Astarion continued staring at her, as if she were some otherworldly creature that had just wandered across his path. He watched as Tav inhaled a deep breath, releasing it shakily. She turned away from him to peer out into the forest, uncertain. She opened and closed her mouth several times before actually speaking. As if whatever she was about to say was more intimidating to her than anything else she’d said tonight. 

“I… care deeply for you, Astarion,” she said quietly. “You obviously saw that in the vision. I’m not playing any games. There’s no hidden motive. I’m not trying to manipulate you.”

She turned to look at him again before continuing, her breathing a bit unsteady. 

“I didn’t sleep with you that night of the tiefling party as some sort of maneuver to gain your trust. Although I understand if that was your motivation for doing so.” 

Astarion’s expression morphed into one of guilt. But Tav nodded soberly, as if she had already expected it, before continuing on. 

“It’s okay. I’m not angry. But I’m putting all my cards on the table now, so to speak. Actually, your decision tonight forced my hand, but I had been planning on telling you soon anyway. So, there you have it. The truth of my intentions. What you do with that information is up to you.”

She turned back to gaze out at their surroundings. Like she was giving him the opportunity to bolt away without her watching him. As if she expected him to flee from her confession. 

But Astarion didn’t flee. He remained seated, staring at her in complete wonderment. 

“Why?” he asked quietly.

She looked back at him again, confusion evident on her face. 

“Why what?”

“Why do you care for me? You’re so… well-adjusted. And I’m well… this,” he finished lamely, placing a hand on his chest. 

Tav pursed her lips. “It would be a mistake to misconstrue my empathy for you as me being well-adjusted. Everyone has their own demons, Astarion,” she murmured. “Mine just look different from yours.”

Astarion mulled her words over in his mind, considering them. He leaned forward to brace his forearms on his knees, his head drooping slightly. 

“I…,” he started, unsure. “That vision… what it implied… You deserve something real, Tav. You’re incredible… truly.” 

Tav closed her eyes, bracing for the fallout. Even though she would accept his decision, whatever it was, she didn’t think she could bear to watch him deny her. It would hurt too much. 

“Look. When we met, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan,” he blurted all at once. Rising swiftly to his feet, Tav watched as he began to pace before her, near to bursting with frenetic energy. 

“Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me,” he counted off, laughing half-heartedly. “It was… easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do… was not fall for you… which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart,” he finished, stopping to stand before her. 

She held his gaze, speechless. 

“I want you,” he whispered fervently. “I want what was in that vision… I want us to be something real.”

Never in a million years had she thought he would respond to her like this. She opened her mouth to speak, but Astarion cut her off with another sudden exclamation. 

“I just don’t know what real is,” he confessed, his tone a touch hysterical. Tav knew from his body language that being this transparent was completely out of Astarion’s comfort zone. 

“Being… close to someone - any kind of intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back. For him. Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels… tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust, and loathing. I… I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to,” he finished, staring at her with beseeching eyes, willing her to understand.

Tav rose to her feet, coming to stand before him. 

“I don’t want you for your body,” she whispered. “Or to perform any acts of intimacy. We can be together, without sleeping together, for as long as you need.”

“Really,” he asked softly, his voice pitched low, rough with emotion.

“Really,” Tav asserted, giving him a small smile. “Would it be all right if…” she paused, conflicted. He eyed her curiously.

“Could I hug you?” she whispered.

The fact that she asked before doing so caused a well of emotion to spring up inside him. Eyes watering, Astarion nodded. 

Slowly, Tav moved forward to wrap her arms around his waist. Her head nestled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. A perfect fit. He felt her exhale a deep sigh.

Tav hugging him was a sensation unlike any he had ever felt. At least, any he could remember feeling. The act of being touched, embraced, without any desire for something more. She just wanted to hold him, feel him close to her. It was incomprehensible to him, but utterly enjoyable, at the same time. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Astarion raised his arms to return Tav’s embrace. Drawing her even closer, he bowed his head to rest his cheek against her hair. It was soft, like the finest silk. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, appreciating her sweet, floral scent.   

She made to pull away after a moment, not wishing to overwhelm him. But Astarion gripped her more firmly, a silent urge for them to stay that way a little longer. 

“This… this is nice,” he whispered. 

He both felt and heard Tav hum contentedly in response. 

It wasn’t identical to the vision from Tav’s mind that he had seen, but Astarion reveled in their embrace nonetheless. It felt like the beginning of something new. And for the first time in his very, very long life, Astarion felt excited at the prospects of what would come next. 

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[lunar-lair]

good lord. if nothing else you guys dont need to worry about hey, darling not being finished. i wrote most of chapter 4 and chapter 5 tonight, a cumulative like, 3k. my brainrot for this fic might be worse than my brainrot for rise as a whole atm

#THIS FIC HAS *DONE THINGS* TO ME #the amount ive written in the last week is . insane #ill note that chapter 2 and maybe chapter 3 are the only ones that are Completely finished edits and all #but yeah i think ill die if i stop writing this fic before its finished #lunas lies #hey darling #rottmnt

[mxliv-oftheendless]

So I’m watching Hotel del Luna and I’m not saying a Sandman crossover may be in order but that’s definitely what I’m saying.

#i mean COME ON #a hotel for ghosts???? hello???? #that has death written all over it #she pays them a visit occasionally???? #is what I’m thinking so far #let me know what y’all think! #hotel del luna #the sandman #death of the endless #fanfiction