Been thinking a lot about BloodWeave and the potential for some healing for Astarion via the Weave sex scene
So like some people find healing through indirect intimacy via writing and reading sex scenes in fiction and exploring it in a safe-feeling environment, what if Weave!sex or intimacy via the Weave is removed enough Astarion realizes he can explore things via that method of intimacy that he can't explore otherwise because it doesn't trigger his ptsd and he doesn't dissociate or feel disgusted.
Just. The potential for healing. And that makes him fall faster and further for Gale than he ever could have expected.
Please excuse any errors about how the Weave sex scene works since I haven't seen it in full yet. I only know of it. Maybe I'll feel differently after seeing it, but if anyone wants to use this for a fic please do. I'd love to read it.
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His Timeless Love: a Preview
K'uk'ulkan x Reincarnator!Filipino!Reader Fic Preview
Summary: A God such as K'uk'ulkan has lived life by the hundreds, yet you wonder why he has not found his true love during his time of immortality. It might just shock you to believe that he had already loved you since the summer of 1592.
Or, in which K’uk’ulkan tells you the story of the four times he fell in love with you and the three times he saw you die.
Rating: 18+
Note: This work follows along the history of the Philippines and the influences of the colonizers throughout the years of subservience. I claim no historical accuracy to the plot but the timeline and the implications of each historical era was and is researched accordingly. As such, I am also of Filipino descent specifically from Bisaya, Ilonggo, and Ilokano backgrounds.
This work is a connecting piece to His Queen. Both can be read separately and in any order.
"...You are hiding something from me."
As if the sea had sensed its rulers melancholy, it shifted and it hummed amongst the rocks of the royal chambers. It crashed into you like the waves of a full moon's midnight, pelting your eyes with the sting of tears. You know not of the reason for your own sadness, but you knew somewhere in your soul that it was connected to your husband's own sorrow.
He reaches up to caress your cheek, and like a subservient dog to its master, you lean in right away to the warmth of his loving hands. He traced your features, every curve, every freckle, every bump, and every line down to the very last detail. He was memorizing every inch of you. He was burning it to memory.
"It is not a tale that is to be taken lightly. It is a burden I alone must bear."
You leaned down further until no space was left between your bodies. His breath hitched when you caressed his own cheeks, fingernails running through the planes of his chiseled face. He was a God in every way, and you worshiped every part of his divine countenance.
"I am your wife. I am your queen. What you know, no matter how vicious of a tale, I must shoulder. It is also a burden I must bear with you."
"My queen—" you silenced him with your lips. He would have returned the gesture with fervor, but you pulled away just as quick.
"K'uk'ulkan, akong hinigugma, akoang hari," my love. My king. His body shook in response to your mother tongue. He wondered if it was your powers at play. He, the embodiment of the sea, so easily bent to the will of your prowess. It was hardly fair, he would muse. But he will do as his queen demands, "tell me. Tell me what plagues your heart."
He hesitated for a moment. Flashes of decades worth of memories invaded his sight. You sensed his plight—you always do—so you tore your eyes away from his own earthen gaze and rested your cheek against his chest where his heart thumped in speed. You tapped your fingers to the rhythm of his pulse, your breath matching his to give him a sense of comfort. That you were there to listen.
And with a heavy sigh, he started;
"I've decided to make you queen the first time I saw you—during that fateful day you had fought off Spanish colonizers to reclaim your motherland."
"But I have not lived that long." The drumming of your fingers stopped. You felt his heart race faster. You did not look up, instead, you waited for him to continue.
"Not the you of the present," he tangled his own hands to your hair, his fingers playing with the strands mindlessly. There was an edge to his voice now, but as soon as you found purchase to his free hand, he breathed in a centering inhale before he continued.
"...but the you of the past."
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i have nothing to say ! just wanted to show u this silly little tweet!
AWW ITS OKAY GENIE u don’t habe to have anything to say i was lowk gnna send u smth in ur askbkx too but i didn’t have anything to talk ab 😭😭 but i just like talking to u it makes me happy :3
PLEASE hes so. brain dead. like you’ll start explaining the logistics of smth and he’ll be like ‘did you know we share 80% of our chromosomes w bananas?’ at the end or something like that LMFAO js gotta be patient w him… </3
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