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starlostseungmin · 2 months

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stray kids ─── as one direction songs.

✰ pairing : non-idol!skz x afab!reader

✰ genre : fluff, angst, maybe suggestive?

✰ warnings : subtle mentions of sex and drugs, kissing, mentions of food and profanity. lmk if i missed smth.

✰ notes : uhm i really don't know what i wrote. this has been sitting on my drafts since november and thank god anon reminded me about it (i actually went on hiatus after minho's birthday last year so yeah) the songs i associated with skz members are just strongly my opinion mehehe i hope you guys like it, idk if you agree with me in regards with the songs but DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS after it! thank you so much <33

✰ tags : @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly

masterlist | taglist.

chan ─── perfect

honorable mention: little things

you already know how fucked up your life is but ever since he came, those days became different. it is always the small gestures that one fails to notice in the blink of an eye. you are just going to be surprised by the time it is done or how you managed to get out of a small inconvenience. he loves you so much that he would put you first before anything else.

chan is different from everyone else. maybe because he is labeled to be kind and so above average of doing the bare minimum which people seek from their partners. he’s perfect but he doesn’t think of it the same way.

you tried to convince him a hundred times but all you got in response is him being a blushing mess and his giggle that makes your heart warm every time you hear it. a smile would tug on your lips that would make him stare at you, he’d bounce back on the things you said to him and you think about what did you do in your past life to deserve someone as perfect as him.

“baby, you’re perfect,” you said for the nth time, “no, i’m not, but i’m perfect for you,” he winked. “that was smooth, chan,”

lee know ─── night changes

he might be the type to not show his feelings immediately but he’s the one who subtly shows them. it started slowly, he reassured you that everything would fall into place once you both could figure out what was going on with this relationship.

but as long as you’re together, the love you and him shared will never change. although the process of this love story has made things go in different directions, the thought of having to stick together is essential.

your parents didn’t like him at first, they had someone in mind and that wasn’t him and yet, you didn’t care even if your first date was a disaster and the next one after that, but that didn’t stop you. it took a while for your parents to finally accept him after tons of convincing them that he’s a great guy, but it succeeded later on.

you had a place on your own and welcomed his cats to live with you when some of them were wild, that’s what you think. minho was a mess when you met him, but thanks to you, it’s not that bad anymore.

changbin ─── temporary fix

honorable mention: i want to write you a song

changbin is the type to offer himself as someone you can lean on but it’s not always because of this friendship you have, but as a lover who wanted to make you feel better and forget about shit.

temporary fix is not always meant to be a cover-up of something you’d open up again to allow another train of bullshits in your life. it felt like he was being sent from the heavens to look out for you, an angel whose sole mission is to make you happy, the same feeling like something that keeps you high.

there’s this thing on changbin’s vibe that you don’t want to share with anybody else and he makes you feel things when you’re with him. even though this relationship sounds like a fling and a guy who sneaks into your dorm late at night to make out with you, well, it used to be. but you know changbin is so much more than that after a while.

the phrase, “you can call me when you need me, you know?” whenever he sleeps with you is now in the trashbin the moment you settle to be someone to each other.

hyunjin ─── last first kiss

remember the time when he said that he chose to be the last love instead of the first? exactly. being the last person to love is basically spending the rest of your life with him, even if he’s not your first kiss, not your first love, not your first in everything, it’s fine as long as he’ll be the one you’ll remember as your eternal love.

hyunjin being fitted into this song is like a message that he wanted to convey to his love, a sentiment that would indicate how much he’d spend time and effort to stay by your side until the end of time. indeed, a hopeless romantic man he is.

last first kiss is the very first song that reminds you of him, it is part of those memories you made with him. it was that time when he decided to take this relationship to the next level, yes, he did mention that he wanted to be your last, and by what he meant, an everlasting love.

“let me be your last,” and when you heard him say that, you knew he was the man who fits perfectly into your broken puzzle that would mend the wound forever.

han ─── rock me

honorable mention: midnight memories

rock me suits him as well as midnight memories. but midnight memories have their effects on han, giving him the vibes of being a musician specializing in the rock genre. and as someone who loves to listen to almost every genre in the world, you fell in love with him after watching him busking by the streets.

you were amazed by how talented he is. his fingers strummed that guitar well, and his voice? like an angel. one could say that he is a free-spirited human being who does whatever he wants and writes songs about some things that piqued his interest.

then there’s you, a broken melody who longed for him to come back, the same goes for him who let you go. both of you thought that you were too young to be in love and jisung was better off alone but his songs were dedicated to your break up. you rocked his world when you came and left broken notes when it ended.

but he always believed that what you had back then, was real and that you’d always remember the love you had.

felix ─── why don’t we go there

honorable mention: kiss you

felix is someone who gets hyped easily whenever you’re with him. his bright smile, his funny reactions, and the unidentified sounds that came out of his mouth made him a fun guy to be with. it started with a fling that turned out to be something you didn’t want to rush but it is slowly beginning to have a label.

having a relationship with him offered different dynamics. it is the way he grabs your hand when you both start to get caught by the waves crashing by the shore or how he felt when you kissed him for the first time. he is someone who can get dragged with you to whatever your plan is, a great ball of sunshine to your rainy days, someone that you don’t want to be the one that got away.

he does think the same, especially the fact that he treasures you so much and it became an opportunity to love you more when you spend that one night together somewhere, alone. it was an invitation actually and it made you realize a lot of things.

it is the way he looked at those stars with those dazzling eyes of his. the constellation plastered on his cheeks glowed along with them, it is what they call freckles, you love them as much as how felix felt for you. having him as a getaway made you don’t want to come back, ever again.

seungmin ─── no control

night changes was the first choice but then no control became the one for him, no control, because he is, a menace. he believed that being in love was something that gullible people would do and get hurt, maybe a few of them proved it to be valid and worth it, yet he isn’t convinced because it is just a waste of time.

and yet, you came out of nowhere. it is the way he looks at you with those dazzling puppy eyes, the way he obeys the things you wanted him to do, and it gets worse when you share intimate affections. from a gentle puppy to a wild wolf. there’s something about you that drives him crazy every time.

nothing matters to him when you’re around and he never felt this way before. he’d kiss you out of nowhere when you reached home with your back against the wall as your hands played with his hair. he gets weak and powerless, but gets hyped and rough which you get caught off guard every time.

and he is very loyal, he always makes sure that no other will ever meet his interest. you don’t want to share, anyway and you got him down bad.

jeongin ─── summer love

honorable mention: fool's gold.

loving jeongin is like a breath of fresh air, the freedom that he finally held in his hands, and the time he can make up for himself to be with you. it was a reckless summer that you spent in your grandma’s place, away from the bustling city and this boy showed up on your doorsteps.

it didn’t take a while that you immediately had this puppy love type of interest in each other. you started sneaking out in the middle of the night when your grandma was in her deep sleep, swimming together by the river across the small town on a random afternoon, sharing a kiss under an oak tree that tasted like your grandma’s apple pie, it was great. you didn’t want it to end.

and just like any other summer, it did. you didn’t know if you would still have this continuous conversation when the school year starts since jeongin is miles away from where you live.

you saw him sitting on one of those branches of the oak tree where you kissed for the first time, and there you promised not to lose each other even if the summer ended. you couldn’t believe that what you did for less than two months was this serious. it was hard to say goodbye, yet you hoped nothing would change after the last summer’s sunset.

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

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the-cannibal · 1 year

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Like a curious puppy

Elder male Yautja X Gender Neutral Reader

Before we continue with this one shot I just want to add that I got inspired (and got permission to write this) from a post by @mintymarabell The post was "Imagine whistling next to your mate and he looks over all flabbergasted and wondering how your making those noises" You can find the post right here! Thank you mintymarabell for letting me write this cute idea!

Also @the-princess-has-resurrected has requested to be tagged in this so here you go!

It was a nice warm day for once in the jungle. Not too hot to the point you are sweating and panting like no tomorrow, but also not pouring down rain like the sky is trying to give you (a very cold) shower. You decided to go along with your mate and watch him try his luck with fishing. Besides, there was no way you were gonna pass up on the chance to see him waist deep in the lake, muscles flexing as he tried to catch fish with his spear. You may be a "foolish ooman" as some of the other yautja say, but you weren't that foolish! Laying on your back in the soft grass, you watched as creatures flew above you, and landed in the trees. They sung songs like the little song birds back home on earth. Closing your eyes and puckering your lips, you began to join them in their little song and whistle. The creatures stopped all noises, as if they were shocked to hear an unfamiliar but at the same time familiar sound. They softy sung back to you, seeing if you would continue. And when you did, they happily joined you in the little made up song you all created. Suddenly you felt cooler before. You peaked an eye open to see your mate hovering over you, a curious gleam in his eye as he tilted his head. "Yes my love?" You asked. His mandibles softly clicked as he pointed a finger at your lips. "Hmm? What?" "That noise. What was it?" Your mate asked. "Oh! You mean my whistling?" The big alien nodded and sat down in front of you. Even sitting, his height still towered over you. "Do it again? Please?" Oh how were you going to turn down his request? Especially with that cute face of his! You nodded with a smile and began whistling once again. Your mate practically had stars in his eyes as he listened to you. He took you in his arms as you continued to whistle and sat you down on his lap. It was moments like this that made you remember at times he was like a curious puppy. There was always new ooman things to show him and surprise him with. "It reminds me of the birds back on your planet." He said as you finished singing to him. "That's exactly what I thought!" You grinned up at him. "Do you know how to whistle?" He shook his head and pointed to his mandibles. "I don't think I could with these." You hummed, leaning against his bare chest. "I do suppose they would make it a bit difficult. But hey..." You gently kissed the side of them, making a light blush come to his cheeks. "At least they're cute!" That earned you a trail of happy clicks as he nuzzled his forehead against your, his way of kissing you back.

Now whistling was something your mate asked you to do often. Before you go to bed. When he has had a rough day. While you patch up his injuries. And so so many more times. But... There is a bonus to him liking your little sound so much. Remember how he's like a curious puppy? Well... Now whenever you can't find him you just end up puckering your lips and singing a sweet tune. He comes running towards you each time, asking for more and showering you in compliments and praises. Just like a puppy. If he had a tail you were sure it would be wagging a hundred miles an hour.

#slasher x reader #yautja x reader #predator #predator x human #predator x reader #yaujta #elder yautja #elder yautja x reader

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cheesec4kee · 2 months

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hi lovely !! i loved your angsty fic with charles. i wondering if you could write a charles x reader based off the the song casual by chappell roan xx

much love

Is it casual now? ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

you’ve always wanted for it to be more, for it to be a serious relationship. you’ve dreamt of it, but it may be far from ever being serious. it seems like it’ll always just be labeled as ‘casual’.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, angst-ish ??, use of y/n like once not proofread

[ a/n ] : words cannot describe how HAPPY I was when I got this req omg, I was giggling n kicking my feet !! thank u sm for this req, I had so much fun writing this !! I hope you like it <33 I’m so sorry if it’s too short (reblogs very much appreciated !!)

⸺ angst under the cut

“remember baby, no attachment.”

his words would ring in your head, loud and clear. and you’d prefer to forget them, you’d very much prefer so. you would’ve much preferred that he never said those words at all, even.

you thought you’ve hit the jackpot, managing to even befriend the monegasque. he was a popular man, a good looking one at that— surrounded with women everywhere he went.

you felt foolish for thinking that the relationship would last, you felt foolish for thinking that he would think of you better. for thinking that he’d consider you as someone he couldn’t lose.

forming a relationship with Charles wasn’t exactly easy. you didn’t know what the two of you were. friends? partners? you were confused, to say the least. you’re still holding onto the relationship, despite hearing so many rumors— that you were just a ‘friend that he bangs on the couch’.

you’d remind yourself every day, every night that the two of you were never together, and never will be. we’re not together, you tried to remind yourself whenever you two kissed, and it hurt, it hurt knowing you weren’t his first priority. you would let the words bounce in your mind as he kissed your cheek, and your forehead occasionally— we’re not together, you’d remind.

and yet, he’ll still brag you to his friends at the pier, he’ll still take care of your needs, eating you out like a starved man in the passenger seat. is it really casual now?

he talks about you to his mom, and you would’ve taken that as a good sign, as his mom invited you to her house on Long Beach— but it pains you knowing that he’s not even committed to the relationship, that’s he’s not even seeking for it. he knows that he’s just using you, and he expects you to do the same— but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. it pains you knowing that he’s talking about you to his mom only for the sake of keeping her happy that her son finally ‘found’ someone.

you’d find yourself dreaming about the two of you, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the two of you would have a shared apartment, decorating it accordingly together— make it feel like home.

and now the two of you are making out on the couch, your arms looped around his neck— his lips pressing onto yours, but his lips tasted bitter. feeling his body pressed against yours made you feel uncomfortable.

he trails down sloppy kisses to your neck, his hands roaming all over your body, finding their way to your hips.

you knew what would happen. the two of you would share an intimate moment, but as soon as it’s over— the two of you a panting and sweaty mess, it always will be “no attachment”.

and so before this would escalate any further, before you would be left with your heart aching— you mustered up the courage to ask him the question.

“..what are we?” you whispered, watching nervously as he lifts his head from your neck to look at you, his eyebrows raised in confusion and surprise on the sudden question.

“what?”

“you heard me.” you sighed, pulling your arms away from his neck, shifting slightly on the couch. the silence was deafening, you needed a answer.

“please. what’s our relationship?”

“you know what it is, y/n.” he sighs quietly, his hand cupping your face— his thumb caressing your cheek, a weak and bitter attempt to comfort you.

“no attachment, baby. it’s casual.”

“then get off of me.”

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maidragoste · 8 months

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Things I think Jacaerys Velaryon would do if he were your boyfriend

This whole week I was thinking about Jacaerys so I ended up writing this

Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated. I hope you like it 🥰🥰💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

•Let me tell you that if English is not your first language then Jacaerys LOVES it when you speak in your native language. He is always very curious about the difference between their languages, he asks you if some words have a different meaning in your country. I see him going to the supermarket with you and at some point he starts asking you what they call a certain product in your country.

•Jace would work hard to learn your native language. Most of the time his pronunciation is clumsy but every time you hear him speaking in your native language you feel like you fall in love with him ten thousand times more.

The word he knows how to say best is "I love you" because he never stops saying it to you.

•If you are vegetarian or vegan I can see Jace searching the internet for good places to go eat together. He loves trying new food with you.

Plus his house is always stocked with a couple of vegan products. One time he got mad at Luke because when you came to see him there were no more of your vegan cookies left because his brother ate them and didn't tell him.

•Sometimes when you feel like painting your nails but you're in lazy mode Jace ends up being the one to do it for you. The two of you talk nonsense while he carefully runs the polish over your nails.

•Every time he sees a tik tok from a series or a book that he knows you like, he sends it to you.

•Whenever you're too caught up in studying, Jace reminds you to hydrate and eat something. Most of the time he orders something from your favorite fast food place to give you a pamper after so many hours of studying.

•I see Jacaerys as someone very touchy. Every time you go out together he can't be without holding your hand or his hand around your waist or at least hugging you by the shoulders. He needs to have you close.

•After seeing your reaction to letting her hair long. Jacaerys stopped wearing it short. He loves seeing how nervous you get every time he catches you staring at him. He always teases you by making you pout and he loves kissing you.I only know that Jacaerys pretends to forget his clothes at your house but in reality he does it on purpose because he loves to see you later wearing his clothes.

•My man has two playlists about you. One with all your favorite songs and another with the songs that make him think of you. In the latter there are these songs:

"You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love" — You Are in Love, Taylor Swift.

"Cause all of the small things that you do

Are what remind me why I fell for you

And when we're apart, and I'm missing you

I close my eyes and all I see is you

And the small things you do" — Those Eyes, New West.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours" — I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you— Daylight, Taylor Swift.

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pigeonpeach · 17 days

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Love behind the Spotlight

Aka Robin x fmab reader

SPOILERS BTW made before the most recent update!

Warnings: death, spoilers, suicidal thoughts, lil smut, reader is called girlfriend sometimes, not proofread

“Sorry I’m late! The paparazzi out there are ruthless!” You quickly pushed your back to the door and locked it just incase. You visibly relaxed upon hearing the familiar click.

“Its okay love, you’re one time actually, they have to fix the set so we have some time.” Robin said, getting up from her chair to give you a quick peck. This woman was a goddess in your eyes, how else could you explain how easily you relaxed in her company, how all the troubles of the world faded into nothing when her wings cupped your face while you kissed. A bottle of soulglad could never compare to a kiss from Robin to you. Dreamscape or not, Robin is what truly made your life magical. You could tell she was a little tense, she seemed worried.

“Is something the matter? Was someone rude?” You rolled up your sleeves but she placed her hand on your arm.

“No…its just those articles.. they say I’ve gained weight..” Robin’s smile faded.

“Gained? If anything you should! You’re quite literally light as a feather! Those journalists have their heads up their ass and gossip on the brain 24/7. You could get a actual trashcan to write a better article than most of them. They only want more attention, and you just happened to be the prettiest and most perfect punching bag for them to take it out on.” You gently petted her wings, not wanting to mess up her hair. She reminded you of your pet bird in the way her eyes would close a little whenever you tended to her like this.

“I know its just exhausting to constantly be a target. At least I have you… I hope that we can go public someday..” she looked at you with smile, that radiant curve that rewired your brain like a addiction.

“Someday, I’m going to kiss you right infront of those annoying fans who try to ask you out. And I’ll flip them off. I’ll give those journalists something to write about.” You smiled. She did as well..

“This.. this is your choice in partner?” Sunday didn’t seemed pleased. Robin seemed agitated at that.

“What do you mean by that? They’re nothing but loyal and honest to me!” She was on edge and he could sense that.

“I just simply thought you could do better. Even if you are into… well.. girls, there’s far better options for a celebrity like yourself. Not that I doubt you love them, if you’re relationship with them ever got out then it would be nothing but controversy. People would accuse you of taking advantage of them, lying to your fans, all sorts of things.” He sighed. “It’s just a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Well.. I’d rather have them by my side for that then. They make me feel more confident and assured. I feel safe in their presence. I already get unnecessarily criticized and wrapped into controversies regardless of what I do, At least this way I do so happily.” She huffed.

“I can see they’ve been a influence on you, although I can’t say its that bad.. just be careful. We’ll try to ease the public into it. Probably starting with the notion, then more public appearances, song’s mentioning the situation and then finally the announcement. How long have you two been dating?”

“A year actually.”

“YOU didn’t TELL ME!”

“I should leave soon, otherwise the media will be wondering why I’m sleeping over.” You sighed, starting to lace up your attire, your back turned to her, you knew if you just saw the top of her collarbone right now you would never be able to leave this room, but then the media would speculate. There was already rumors, you had seen it online of people joking Robin was into you even from your friendly interactions. If you didn’t leave soon then it would only add fuel to the fire. But you didn’t want to. Her bed was comfy, the sheets were silken and soft and the mattress cupped your body so lovingly, that’s not even mentioning the cuddle expert Robin is. How her gentle voice is better than the sleeping pills you have to take if you wish to get any sleep, how her soft hands hold you like otters drifting in the sea, and when you watch her wings twitch in her sleep. Her hand traced your back, like a hypnosis you had ceased movement, but Robin would never need to use the harmony on you, if she wanted something she could ask and you would comply easily.

“Please?” That’s all it took for your resolve to crumble. You could never say no to that face or that voice. You discarded your pants that hadn’t even been zipped yet, kicking them off to some corner in the dark.

“Who am I to refuse?” You smiled playfully as you rejoined her under the sheets. Her hands quickly yanked you into her embrace. She pecked your face with kisses, like a bird preening its lover, her hands smoothed the messy bedhair you now had.

“I love you.. I love you so much..” she whispered inbetween kisses. You could tell from her voice and demeanor then that you wouldn’t sleep that night.

Your hand found its way to her back, tracing the shoulder blades while she dotted your face with whatever was left of her lipstick. You would go through a whole packet of makeup wipes tomorrow but it’d be worth it. You wouldn’t leave this bed if your life depended on it. It would be nice to die in her arms afterall, you would die happy if you went out while she was eating you out. Her kisses trailed down and down until she was at your chest, without hesitation she swirled her tongue on your breasts like she knew you liked it. You gasped as you held your hand to your mouth.

“Robin? Robin?” A voice sounded from the door as you both froze. By instinct you dove under the sheets as she hurriedly put her night gown back on, meanwhile you covered yourself in her pillows and plushies to further hide your form.

“Sorry sorry.” She said as she placed one final pillow over you then opened the door. “What is it?”

“Your performance was cancelled due to a technical issue at the venue. Apparently some of the tech there broke overnight and they don’t have hopes itll be repaired in time. So you can sleep in tonight.” Sunday said.

“Oh that’s great!”

“Also has your assistant gone home? I didn’t see them take one of the guest rooms.” He asked. She paused before smiling a bit.

“Actually.. they’re spending the night..” she said quietly to him. He looked at her skeptically, but ultimately he just sighed.

“Just be quiet.” He left afterwards. You heard the door close and lock as Robin quickly pounced onto the bed, digging you out of your makeshift burial with a eager expression. “You won’t mind being quiet tonight right?”

“You’ll have to gag me.”

“Where’s Robin?” You approached Sunday confused, you had a week off work so you had been having some time to yourself, enjoying the festivities and atmosphere of the dreamscape. Sunday seemed different, usually he was more relaxed in a situation like this, where he’s simply standing around at the balcony, overlooking Peacony’s scenery like he is its god.

“She’s… a little busy at the moment. Your vacation has been extended. Enjoy your time off.” He said. You immediately didn’t buy it.

“Bull shit where the fuck is she?” You said, your heart starting to race. For once Sunday looked uncertain, panicked even. It was not pleasing or assuring to see, you felt dread building in your stomach. “What happened… why aren’t you saying anything…”

“Robin… is fine.. just enjoy your vacation. Its paid as well so you’ll have no worries.” He repeated like a broken record.

“She has a performance coming up, I’m supposed to go with her.” You said. “Are you firing me? What is going on?!”

“You are not being fired. You l.. lets take this inside..” he looked at you with a look you could only describe as guilt and sympathy. You felt only worse as you followed him into his office.

“There you are~” you felt relieved to hear her voice coming from behind. Robin smiled as always as she quickly engulfed you in a hug.

“Don’t be so silly brother~ I could always use a extra hand!” Robins arm wrapped around you confidently, something she only did in complete utter privacy. Your heart sank, this isn’t her usual demeanor. She’s playful in scenarios sure, where its just you and her, or sunday too sometimes, but she has some composure to her.

“Robin I’m so goad you’re okay.” You hugged her awkwardly, wondering if something was wrong. You could hear Sunday growing apprehensive.

“That’s enough you fool.. its one thing to play an act for appearances but to try and fool her lover?!” Sunday hissed, you immediately backed off looking at him then ‘Robin’ who now had a uncharacteristic smile on her face. Within a instant its like she was gone, now replaced by a twin tailed, scantily dressed, clothed in red lady with the most devilish smirk.

“You’re no fun, i thought we really had to sell this illusion.” She teased.

“What the fuck”. You backed up as you felt your world crumble. Sunday got s stand in… but why? What happened to Robin. He turned to you with a look of sympathy.

“Look I understand you’re confused but you can’t speak about this. The Family is trying to avoid a panic so we must keep this under wraps.. Robin is.. well..” you had always known Sunday to be the perfect guy, spokesperson, model, negotiator, whatever. His composure was pristine and his fake smile never faltered even with you. Now it did. And that devilish lady wasn’t helping.

“You’re little girlfriend is dead~” she said tauntingly. With that you felt a sense of numbness come over.

“Bu-but… people can’t die in the dreamscapes.. how..”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out. Now I ask you don’t react irrationally, I could use some help on the case and-“

“Robin is dead… she’s dead.. like.. I’ll never see her again?” You asked baffled.

“She got murdered by some weird black eyed creature~” The lady added, Sunday shot her another glare.

“Sparkle if you’re going to be so insensitive then I ask you leave, you are not helping this meeting!” He said.

“Hey, I’m not the one who can’t tell her the truth. She was your sister’s girlfriend the least you can do is tell her what happened!” She didn’t stand down one bit.

But you weren’t focused on them. They were to busy arguing to notice you were now crying. You thought about your last text to her. ‘It doesn’t feel like a vacation when you’re not here with me :(‘ she had responded with a heart, and a message assuring you that you would be reunited soon. Maybe even a joke about how she’d work you even harder since you liked your job so much. Such things that warmed your heart now froze it instead, tearing at the veins and flesh like a blender. You sunk to the floor as you failed to comprehend the world around you.

“Do you feel better now.” Sunday asked cautiously as you laid in the cushions in his office. Sparkle having been kicked out for her unhelpful comments. You had never known Sunday to be fond of you in any way. To be honest you didn’t think he was capable of of it. But you guessed he just wanted to share his pain with someone. You knew how the family was, you knew how secretive everything must be. You never took the job offer with the intention of falling for its shinning idol. In fact you initially thought of her as annoying. She was so perfect in the light with no flaws, but when you saw the person off stage and in the shadows you fell for her. You loved Robin, not the idol not the celebrity, the person. The person who’s wings would hide her face when she was shy, the person who was always so nice to you, who saw you as more than a hired help but a person. You had worked for many celebrities before, smaller and bigger and none were like her. Your love had been the slowest of burns, and you imagined it would be a eternal flame.

“I don’t… I feel like shit.” You replied. You would never feel her warmth, her presence, her love, her sudden boldness, anything Robin was now gone.

“I understand. Its why I wanted to give you more vacation time.” He explained.

“So you wouldn’t have told me?” You asked, you were too tired to yell or scream. You had always been a passionate person. You would curse out paparazzi and make rude remarks. You would play the villain so Robin didn’t have to ruin her image by standing up for herself, but now you could only be as you were. A corpse laying on the ground waiting to be engulfed by the earth.

“I wasn’t allowed to. No one is supposed to know of her death. The family.. is covering it up until more information comes out.”

“How did she die.. how can anyone die in the dreamscape?” You asked. He paused.

“She was.. murdered… as for death in the dreamscape, I’m just as puzzled as you are.” He said, but you felt he knew more. You had no more fight in you now though, he could shoot you right here and you wouldn’t budge or try to dodge.

“If death can happen in the dreamscape… could it happen to me too.” You didn’t mean to say that outloud but he heard it anyways.

“Are-are you saying that you wish to die!” He sounded shocked.

“I don’t have anything outside of work. All I have ever been is a employee for brighter stars, Robin was the only one who made life more enjoyable and lively. I haven’t. I promised to protect her till the end and I failed. The least I could do is join her in death.” You said. You didn’t bother to look at his face.

“I understand how you feel. I miss Robin too. I want nothing more than to find her murderer and drag them through the streets. I’d love nothing more than to just curse them out on live television. But i cannot.”

“I loved her Sunday. I loved her more than anything in this life, dreamscape, reality, nothing compared to her. I’d pluck the stars from the skies if she asked, I’d grovel at her feet and lay my jacket in muddy puddles if she asked. I’d do anything.. and now all I’m left with is this pain. I hate it… I hate it.” You sat up clutching your head.

“I understand. I never had any doubts that you loved her. Nor did I ever doubt your loyalty to her once. All my life I have been the protective brother, I felt like I had to be, the world was so cruel and she was so innocent. When you joined it made me worried, I did everything I could to find something against you, nothing weighed enough to prove my suspicions right. If anyone was a good fit for my sister, it was you.” He said. You sighed.

“How am I supposed to live like this then? What exactly should I live for. What use is life when no one gives you a reason to live.” You sighed.

“I don’t want to lose you too. Although we aren’t close, I don’t want to be the only one in this world who grieves for her. The loneliness I feel is so much worse without her.”

“Its hard to smile when you have nothing to smile for huh?” You added. “How do you plan on handling this, you always have a plan don’t you?”

“I do alright. I’ll make that.. creature pay…” his tone changed. You looked at him with a little surprise. You learned a lot more about your almost brother in law in this moment than you had the years you worked for his sister.

“Wouldn’t it be dangerous, if it can kill people in the dreamscape then how could you possibly.. handle it.”

“Rest assured I have my plans and theories. If you would like, I could use help enacting some.” He said. You sat uncertain. His tone was more unhinged, his hands were clutched at the table’s edge so tight you swore the wood creaked. The halo on his head shook as he attempted to steady himself. You were scared seeing him like this. He had been mad before but he never once let down that polite smile or mannered voice.

“Just get me a bottle of something and I’ll hear you out. I don’t want to feel this pain in my chest anymore.”

“That’s not an answer.” He said. You pondered for a minute. You weighed by grief, kept in the seat. But you knew you needed something to do if you wanted to live.

“I’ll help.“ you answered.

#hsr imagines #robin x reader #robin hsr #wlw kinda #angst #robin hsr x reader #how tf do i tag for robin because it keeps giving me batman and robin stuff

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1-danid · 11 months

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Dating Teen Vi

Dating Arc 1 Vi would include..

Vander loving you as another kid. You may have your own patents but he still sees you as one of his children. Meaning he gives Vi the talk instead of you because he feels she'll need it more.

Teen Vi is 100% shy when it comes to PDA. She will hold your hand in public but that's about it. On the rare occasion when she's a bit jealous she may give your check or lip a kiss but it's rare.

When it's just the two of you or 3 of you powder can see her soft side. She'd go all out and be attacking your face with kisses and love.

At this stage you guys wouldn't know your love language so expect a bit of everything at this stage as you're trying it all out for the first time.

I don't think she can cook, no one in that band can. So often you'd cook meals for the group and bake treats for her and Powder.

If you go on the "jobs" with the group, Vi would be protective of you. Yeah she knows you can kickass but she doesn't want to lose you or to get you hurt.

Also Mylo would be annoying cause she'd stop for a sec to admire your beauty and he'd be like

" I could do better than that. She's just showing off at this point."

You'd flip him off whilst flipping to another building. And when you get to wherever you are going to rob she'd let you take personal things for yourself and not to sell. Honestly she wouldn't care what you do she'd just watch you for a minute with a love sick smile on her face.

The others would 100% tease her about it. And she's blushing a bit and playing it off. They'd believe for the first few times until it becomes a daily routine.

She'd get you little gifts when you don't do jobs together and surprise you with them

If you don't go on jobs with the group you'd originally babysit Powder. Keeping her distracted and happy while the others are out risking your lives.

You weren't a fighter so you never asked to go to jobs. However you did learn how to treat basic ailments to help Vi and Claggor when they got badly hurt.

Vi would 100% get you little gifts from the jobs she does without you surprising you with them. She'd be like;

"We were out at this one house, and I saw something. It reminded me so much of you. It was perfect and beautiful so I thought you should have it."

And then she'll give you a beautiful necklace. Or something romantic that you appreciate because of your relationship.

You'd bake her cupcakes whenever she's had a hard day and you think she needs to relax. The two of you will just cuddle as you sing a soft song to her. For example, falling for you by peachy!

Because you're always baking her sweet stuff and 'cause she loves your cake and cups she calls you…

CUPCAKE

I'm not sorry for that. But on the note of pet name's teen Vi will call you anything to see you flustered.

She just loves you so much and you love her too

She’s definitely the big spoon and powder loves you more than vi (you didn’t hear that from me)

Like she see Vi as her hero but she sees how Vi looks at you and see you as Vi hero

You’re literally the coolest kid in Vander’s house

Plus you can work the bar, you have a lot of free time, so you’re able to earn a little for shifts at the bar

When Vi leaves powder behind you’d both have a big cussing 100%

Like you know how scared and confused Powder is and refuse to go and help because Powder needs support as well

Powder (bless her) would 100% influence you and beg you to bring her to the fight

One look at her puppy dog eyes, and you would cave and bring her in once she promises to stay hidden

You’d bring her and miss all the signs and when the bomb goes off, you’re their trying to protect her

Vi slaps (I refuse to write the p word) both you and her sister

Cue another heated argument you’d slap her back and cuss her out for touching you and Powder

And you’d break up.

So pissed you tell her to “fucking go to hell Violet.”

And she pretty much does, you’d try your best to comfort powder

Trying to stay strong for her, yet you’d let a few tears fall at your newly broken heart, your loss of home and your loss of your friends

You don’t notice Silco and when you do you don’t trust him fully.

But you know you and Powder need a place to stay so when he accepts Powder’s hug, you lower your guard

Moreso when you see a familiar face, passed out Sevika eases your nerves

You never do find out what happened at the warehouse, but you do know you lost everyone except Powder

You wonder if you’d ever see Vi again as you take on the older sister responsibilities for Powder’s sake

A/N

I hope you enjoyed this. I feel its better than the version i posted last time. To old moots this is not a goodbye. THIS IS A REVAMP!!

TIL NEXT TIME MY LOVES

-Dani

#‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ dani writes ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿#vi league of legends #vi arcane #arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #vi arcane x reader #vi x reader #vi x fem reader #arcane x female reader #vi masterlist

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beneathashadytree · 30 days

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what are your favourite unhinged headcannons for the lads/lnds LIs please?🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 like something that based on how they act in canon preferably but even if it's way left field, just something funny about them

I personally headcanon Zayne as autistic (my radar is going OFF) so I’m 100% projecting when I say that he’s definitely offended MANY superiors at university with his manner of speaking. This makes him feel absolutely HUMILIATED when he gets told off/reminded that not every takes his straightforwardness as a good thing. It’s why sometimes he often hesitates & rethinks his words with the MC; the Neurodivergent Struggle™️

Ever since he and MC started dating, he’s definitely caught himself looking in the mirror more than he ever did before. Not out of vanity, but merely checking in on his appearance every now and then. He’s more conscious of how he looks (in a good way!!) compared to how he previously viewed his body as simply a vessel before. Goes completely red when caught by them, and plays it off as checking for new scars (hint: there aren’t any this time).

Rafayel has a habit of making biting remarks as he gets all shy and defensive, but sometimes he doesn’t hear the double entendres behind his words until the MC smirks at him. Sometimes it’s purely coincidental and he goes beet red, other times he’s lowkey handing them bait to tease him. Maybe a small part of him likes it when he hears them say such scandalous things and joke around…

Delicate as his hands are, he’s got a pretty extensive knife collection. Super fancy too, like the stuff you’ll find at those oddly specific stores downtown where the single set of 6 pieces costs your left kidney and a leg. When he’s run out of inspiration, he sharpens them and takes VERY good care of them. This type of attention is also given to his beloved daggers and weapons of choice. Shiny = pretty is a very recurrent theme with him.

Xavier had gone through a phase where he was trying his best to adjust to life amongst humans, and that was when he was introduced to the wonders of pop culture and the entertainment world. So if he happens to hum along to insanely obscure songs that were popular a decades ago and somehow has every song by said artist memorized, don’t question it. He’s a multi-stan.

Being such a sleepy guy who’s barely conscious, Xavier has definitely skipped MANY relationship milestones with the MC by accidentally letting important words slip during phone calls. Whenever they call him and he’s just woken up, he just word-vomits/half-mumbles his way through his sappiest thoughts that come to him so easily (examples: “I love you so much” “Can’t wait till you marry me” and “Let’s buy a big house for our future family”)

This actually turned out to be more detailed than I thought it would be, sorry for rambling nonnie. This is practically a piece of writing on its own 😭😭

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fvllingflower · 1 year

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5 STAR

pairing: idol!wonwoo afab!reader

genre: smut with some fluff

word count: 1976

warnings: petnames (baby, honey), cursing, hickeys, boob play, soft sex? praise (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls actually be protected tho), softdom!wonwoo, aftercare

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As a little side hobby for whenever you got bored, you’d write lyrics to made up songs. You keep them in a journal that you keep hidden from your boyfriend Wonwoo. You love him dearly but you knew if he found the journal he would constantly ask what you wrote in it. Majority of the songs you write have to do with Wonwoo, you just think it eases you to write about him. Music was one way you two connected so whenever one of you are listening to songs that remind you of one another you send the song to each other. You remember one time you had your music on shuffle and ��Ready To Love’ started to play in your ears so you sent the song to Wonwoo, he seemed to think it was cute.

Your anniversary day arrived and you got to come home early. You sat in the living room, curled up on the couch, writing another song for your beloved. You finished the chorus of your song, you titled ‘5 STAR’ and you fell asleep with the journal wide open. Wonwoo knew you’d be home, since you texted him saying you get to go home early. Although when coming home he didn’t expect to see his girlfriend asleep on the couch. He found the sight cute, he smiled softly at you. He sat down the flowers he got you on the counter and walked over to you and he grabbed the journal to put it down but some words caught his eye and couldn’t help to read it. He knew deep down you’d be pissed if you found out he read it but he just couldn’t help it. He felt like his heart could explode with love as he read the words. God how he loved you so much. He kissed your forehead and sat the journal on the coffee table.

He walked in the kitchen and fixed up the daisies. He sat the vase of flowers on the coffee table so that you’ll see them when you wake up. He went to the kitchen and started to cook dinner for the two of you. Midway into him cooking you woke up to the smell of kimchi. Wonwoo heard some muffled groans and looked over at the couch to see you sitting up.

“Hi baby, how was your nap?” He asked. You stood up and walked towards him.

“Well needed,” You murmured. He hugged your waist and kissed your forehead.

“At least you got some rest,” He smiled at your sleepy face. Oh how he adores you.

“What you cooking?” You looked up at him.

“Anniversary dinner for my baby,” He let you go and went back to cooking. You walked back into the living room and picked up your journal and put it back into your purse.

“You know honey I didn’t know you write, so I was shocked to see you have a journal,” He called out. You looked at him and walked into the kitchen where he was.

“Yeah, I do it whenever I’m stressed,” You admitted.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you write about?” He knew the answer but wanted to hear it from you. You smiled at him and hugged his thin waist.

“Mainly about my lovely boyfriend,” You looked at him to see his cheeks turn red.

After some time he finished cooking and served it to you and then to himself. He sat right next to you. You took a bite and looked at him. You felt like teasing him.

“What? Do you not like it?” He asked worriedly.

“Nothing it’s just..” You said monotone. You took another bite.

“You should cook more often,” You smiled. He sighed like he was holding his breath.

“You scared me,” He pouted. You kissed his lips.

“Baby I believe you’re good at everything,” You kissed him once more. You guys continued eating. Once you guys finished, he took the bowls and started cleaning them. You looked at him as he cleaned up and just thought about how lucky you are. He noticed you staring.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckled.

“It’s been four years since our first date, and our first kiss,” You stated.

“Yeah? And I have enjoyed every single kiss since that day, and loved every single smile," He held your hands and kissed you softly.

"I love you so much," You smiled.

"I love you too," His hands went from your hands to your waist. You kissed him again.

“Let me finish cleaning up and then I’m all yours,” He smiled and kissed your forehead. He let you go and went back to the dishes.

You walked into the living room and picked up the vase of flowers and smiled. You carried them into your shared bedroom and sat them on your nightstand. You walked back into the kitchen and hugged his waist.

"Thank you for the flowers," You smiled. He put the last dish up and turned around to look at you. Your arms moving to clasp around his neck.

"They're beautiful," You added.

"Not as beautiful as you," He moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"If I'm not wrong, I think you might be in love with me," You teased.

"Madly in love," He leaned in and kissed you softly. His hands went to your hips and fell slowly to your ass. You two started making out in the middle of the kitchen. You pulled away and smiled at him.

"Baby please don't tease me," He plead. You grabbed his hand and lead him into the bedroom.

"I'm not that cruel honey," You shut the door and pulled your shirt off. You walked over to him and tugged at his shirt. He got the hint and threw his shirt off. You two then took off your pants, leaving you just in your underwear. He placed his glasses on his nightstand before he sat down on the bed and you climb on to his lap.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered against your lips before pressing them together. You two started making out again this time your kisses falling down his neck and to his shoulders. You started sucking and nipping on the skin on his collarbone. Oh how you were tempted to leave marks on his neck but if you did the makeup artist would curse you. But you couldn't help yourself and you started nipping at his neck, making sure the guys know that he's yours. As you continued to mark his body, you felt his hands slide up your back and unhook your bra.

"Oh what will the guys think," He groaned. He finally picked you up and quickly changed your positions.

"They'll be jealous that you have someone to do this to," You smirked. He started kissing down your neck. He started biting the skin of the crook of your neck, he'd go from biting to kissing and back to biting. His kisses found your boobs. He started kissing the creases of your boobs and then he started sucking on your nipple and his other hand pitching your other nipple giving extreme pleasure.

"Oh Wonwoo!" You moaned. He raised his head and looked at you.

"I need you," You begged. He kissed your cheek and smiled.

"Anything for you," He whispered. You lifted you hips as he stripped your underwear off. He moved down and started kissing up your legs. Inching closer to where you need him the most. He then finally placed a kiss on your clit. He stood up and took his underwear off. He collected some of your wetness and spread it across him. He lined himself up and slowly slid into you. He placed kisses across your face as you adjusted to him. You patted his back as a signal for him to move. He slowly started thrusting. Oh you loved how full you felt with him inside of you. He thrusts quickly starting to get faster.

"F-fuck Won," You moan loudly. The pleasure was overwhelming.

"You're so perfect," He groaned. As he continued thrusting you slowly felt the knot tighten and soon release everywhere. Wonwoo continued thrusting until he came inside you. He stayed above you, letting you calm down before he pulled out.

Once he pulled out, he walked into the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth. He softly pulled your legs apart so he could clean you up.

"Honey I'm gonna clean you up," He whispered and you nodded. You flinched at the sudden contact to the cloth. Once he finished cleaning you up, he threw the cloth into the dirty towel bucket. He climbed back into bed with you and cuddled you.

"You okay honey?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah," You moved to look at him.

"I'm sorry this wasn't the best way to celebrate 4 years of us," He mumbled and you shook your head.

"Don't apologize baby, today was perfect," You smiled and kissed his cheek. He then kissed your lips softly.

"I love you," He whispered.

"I love you too," You smiled.

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You woke up the next morning by yourself. You assumed Wonwoo just had work today. You got up and threw on one of his hoodies and some underwear. You walked into the kitchen and saw Wonwoo, shirtless, and drinking his morning coffee. He turned around and smiled at you.

"Morning sleepy head," He sat his coffee down as he got towards you to give you a kiss on the lips.

"Why are you shirtless?" You asked.

"I'm washing clothes," He replied.

"Mhm, just so we know I'm not complaining," You smiled softly and he chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.

"Baby I know you well enough, I'd know if you're complaining," He smiled. You noticed the hickeys you left on him and couldn't help but touch them.

"You like them? My beautiful baby gave them to me," He joked.

"Sorry I marked your neck.." You looked down and Wonwoo cupped your face.

"Don't be sorry, I like them," He smiled widely. His words making you blush.

"Do you have practice today?" You asked and he nodded.

"You can't stay home?" You pouted.

"No, I wish I could," He kissed your forehead. He walked away and into the laundry room to put his clothes into the dryer. He came back and sat on the couch, you followed and sat next to him. He picked you up and sat you on his lap. He looked like he remembered something but shrugged it off.

"Did you remember something?" You asked and he smiled.

"You know me so well," He kissed your cheek. He pulled you off of him and onto the couch as he stood up and went into the bedroom for something. He came back out with a tiny black box.

"I remembered I got you a little something for our anniversary," He smiled as he sat next to you. He handed you the box and you opened it. You saw a gold ring with a ruby heart in the middle. You looked at him in shock.

"It's a promise ring honey," He smiled, knowing you thought he was proposing.

"Wonwoo it's beautiful," You smiled widely, you sat the box aside and hugged Wonwoo tightly. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your left ring finger.

"I promise to love you endlessly, no matter what hardships we face, and that I'll be with you forever," He smiled.

"I fucking love you Jeon Wonwoo," You cupped his face and kissed him passionately.

"I fucking love you too Y/N," He smiled. He went back to kissing you, this time pulling you back onto his lap. You two continued attacking each other's lips. Easy to say he ran a little late to practice.

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo thots

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catsushizz · 1 month

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My Belle

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Warning: fluff at first then just angst, death, grief, major character death (do tell me if I miss something)

Summary: Spencer loves you like it was breathing but what would he do when that source of oxygen is gone?

a/n: first time writing Spencer, I'm a sucker for the angst I hope you like it!

Look how she lights up the sky...

Spencer heard it from a mile away which brought a small smile to his lips, he heard footsteps which isn't surprising that he knew it was yours because of the skip of your steps and that melody you kept humming.

He heard you open the door still humming the song as you took off your shoes. "Hey, Angel," he says lovingly as he greets you by the door.

You smile and kiss him on the cheek "Hello Dr. Handsome" he chuckled at the endearment and engulfed you in a tight hug.

You have been dating for 3 months and Spencer knew he was going too fast by telling you to share an apartment with him but that lingering doubt quickly disappeared as fast as it came when you suggested it yourself.

Spencer knew you were it for him. He knows your favorite movies to your favorite songs he knows almost everything about you actually.

You hummed the song and dragged Spencer to the living room "What got you in such a good mood?" Spencer chuckled.

"Having you all by myself today" you grinned, resting both of your hands on his shoulder. Spencer couldn't stop smiling, he was looking at you fondly, his hand on your waist as if it was meant to be there.

"Let's dance" you whispered, nuzzling your head to his chest "Explain how we are gonna dance with no music-"

"So far above me yet I...know his heart belongs to only me" You smile as you sing the song, you love changing the lyrics, Spencer specifically loves it when you change Evangeline to his name he remembered hearing it for the first time and he couldn't stop thinking about it for months.

"Je t'adore, Je t'aime Spencer" You chuckled at how off-key it was but it didn't matter when you saw that sweet smile of his. You started guiding him to move, your head resting near his heart and his finger stroking circles on your waist as he held you closer. Loving you was something he wished he had done a long time ago, he wished that he was there your whole life.

It became a routine, you dancing with him.

After a bad case, you'd sing for him, and if he was feeling down you'd urge him to stand and dance with him and that always made him forget why he was sad in the first place. He would never get tired of that song or your voice. Whenever you fight it always ends up with both of you in each other's arms and in tangled bed sheets in the morning.

3 months turned into a year and a year turned into 4 years and now you're engaged, his love never withered and neither did yours.

his team always asked him how he got so lucky he didn't know the answer to that and he just thanked whatever God that brought you to him.

But the gods were cruel. They give and they take.

He visited your grave every day with fresh flowers in his hands but they always ended up disheveled from how tight he was holding them. Everything changed after you left, he changed and he no longer rambled about his fun facts to the team, in fact, they hadn't heard him laugh or smile in a while.

He'd get snappy with them whenever they asked a simple question, his state wasn't any better too, he looked as if he needed to seek professional help.

"Spence?" JJ knocked on his apartment door but received no answer, she was about to try again but the door swung open. Spencer stood there annoyed and a frown displayed on his lips.

"What?" He asked, he didn't mean to sound so harsh but he was just having a hard time, he had a nightmare again, usually, it was you who would coax him until he calmed down but you were gone and it was a painful reminder every time he wakes up from a bad dream, he would much rather prefer to be stuck in that dream than face the truth.

"can I come in?" JJ's voice is gentle that was something he came to despise, everyone has been walking on eggshells whenever he's around and he hates it because it just makes him remember that you were gone.

Spencer let her in reluctantly, JJ's gaze darted everywhere in his apartment, it was a mess. She looked at Spencer with worry, a question hanging from the tip of her tongue.

As if sensing it, Spencer sighed and massaged his temple "No, I'm not using Dilaudid" he said harshly.

"That was not what I was gonna say-"

"Why are you here?" For the first time since she came in, he looked her in the eye. She freezes, she did not think this through.

"Spence, I know it has been hard for you, just let me help you- let us help you," she said with a hint of urgency in her voice.

Spencer clicked his tongue "I don't need help, get out" he calmly said but the way he said it begged to differ.

"I said get out!" He snapped making JJ flinch, she had never seen Spencer act like this but instead of backing out, she fought back.

"I know this is hard for you Spencer but didn't you stop and think that the whole team not only felt guilty because they couldn't save her but they lost her too? She was like family to them." She was crying now. Spencer was about to retort that they didn't know her like he did but she stopped him.

"I know she was your fiancé, Reid, but she was my sister, and losing her meant losing half of me so don't act like you're the only one grieving because we all are, let us help you and we can fix this, it might take a long- long time but let us do it together" she pleaded and fresh tears started to flow from Spencer's eyes.

It was quiet for a while nothing but broken sobs from both of them.

"I- I can't remember her voice" Spencer's voice trembled, his hands shaking making JJ engulf him in a hug. He held her tightly, his tears staining her clothes "I can't remember her voice" he repeated again like a broken record.

"shh, it's okay" JJ coed.

"I couldn't save her, I promised her I would protect her, s-she trusted me to protect her" he stutters, his breathing becoming labored "I don't know what to do, I love her too much to let her go"

"I know" JJ's voice broke. She remembered the night vividly, the night she lost you, she remembered how nothing could calm Spencer down, and she remembered how he cradled your blooded form from the comfort of your own bed, his sobbed mix with his overwhelming fast breathing, it tore her to shreds.

When you were at the hospital, she remembered the whole team was there, she remembered how Spencer couldn't sit still and how he had been crying for hours but when the doctor dropped the dreaded news, she could feel Spencer's heart drop, how his eyes became void of any emotions in just a second.

He dropped to the floor with his hand gripping his shirt near his heart where your head always rests when you're slow dancing, just remembering that made him let out a gut-wrenching cry, his shoulder shaking as he kept repeating the word 'no' over and over again.

When he felt like he couldn't breathe Morgan coaxed him to breathe with him but nothing could work. Losing someone special is like losing your purpose to function and having you gone was something he didn't realize he'd had to face.

"I have- uhm, I have a video of her," JJ said, pulling out a disc from her bag. Spencer had now calmed down, and seeing the disc from JJ's hand brought him an unfamiliar surge of emotions.

"She loved recording herself talking and singing, and she mentioned you here more than I can count" she chuckled holding back herself from crying.

She handed Spencer the disc with a tight-lipped smile "I'm gonna give you some privacy" she said taping his shoulder as she made her way out of his apartment.

Spencer didn't say anything nor did he move from his spot on the couch. The disc on his hand felt heavy as he stared at it.

He's scared, he's scared that maybe if he plays this video he won't ever move on and fall into a cycle where he can't stop watching the video for fear of forgetting your face and your voice.

He didn't even realize he had played the disc until he saw you and heard your voice in the video and when he heard it, it brought a new batch of tears pouring out from his eyes.

"Oh hi! Shit, how does this thing work?" You mumbled as you adjusted the camera. "JJ? Is this thing broken or am I just tweaking?" You called out, Spencer saw the camera shift to JJ her face contoured with annoyance.

"you're holding it wrong-" The video ended and for a few seconds it came back again but this time he was met with your beaming smile. Spencer choked on his tears, his heart clenching seeing your infectious smile.

"I met a guy" you giggled making Spencer smile despite the tears flowing down his cheeks "I'm gonna marry him someday, I just know it. He's my sister's colleague, he's smart and extremely handsome, and he likes reading as well, can you believe that?" You exhaled a disbelief sigh.

Hearing that brought a wave of nausea in his system, you never got to marry him.

The video then showed JJ looking at the camera with Emily on her side as JJ tells Emily to be quiet, and then the camera shifts to you and Spencer.

He remembers this, this was 2 years ago on New Year's Day, the both of you were at Rossi's mansion but decided to come out to have the time for both of yourselves.

You were singing but it was muffled because the camera was too far away "Move closer!" He heard Emily whisper "I can't, they'll see us" JJ rebutted but Emily grabbed the camera and the sound of her running with the camera violently shaking from her grasp made him chuckle.

He heard you clearly now, he had never been so thankful for Emily. You were humming and in between the humming, you told him that you love him and Spencer had to pause the video because he was having a hard time breathing again. He didn't finish the video and he fell asleep crying.

Spencer thinks he can't ever forget you, even if he settles down with someone else (which he doubts) he knows he can't ever forget you because loving you was different, different in a way where you'll yearn for it your entire life.

And when he played the tape again, the fleeting moment in which he genuinely smiles is then replaced by him crying again whenever you mention how much you really loved him.

Nothing feels light in grieving and when time passes it gets heavier it may be subtle but it's there. His future with you was forever gone in the wind, merely a whisper in his dreams and his heart ached for your warmth to be back again.

#Spotify #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x you #mgg x reader #mgg fanfiction #criminal minds #emily prentiss #x reader #spencer reid fanfiction

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pepperonidk · 2 years

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seventeen as little things that say “i love you”

pairing: none, just ot13 genre: fluff wordcount: 1.3k warnings: food mentions

a/n: these are little things that i've experienced as love from other people. from friends, lovers, family, so i really appreciate these.

seungcheol: eats the part of the food you don’t want.

for example, if you say you hate olives, he would offer to take them from you. OR like in that drama where one of them hated the egg white and the other hated the egg yolk and they would trade them with each other. like THAT. to seungcheol it’s just evidence of how harmonious you two are together. two pieces that complete each other. he calls you his other half and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

jeonghan: listens to you talk about your latest obsessions.

he will sit there with a dopey smile every time as he just stares at you and all he can think about is how happy he is that you’re happy. and he doesn’t just listen, he’ll remember what you tell him and he will find little ways to contribute to it, knowing it’s making you smile. whether buying you something related to it on his way home, or sending you a youtube video he saw about it. jeonghan just wants to know you and to know he’s always contributing to your happiness.

joshua takes candid pictures of you every time you laugh.

his wallpaper is a picture of you laughing at the stupid joke he made about seals at the beach. he truly believes his heart will leap out of his chest every time he hears you laugh. he started googling dad jokes before every date because he knows they make you laugh. every time he sees his phone wallpaper, his heart does a little flip, so he finds himself checking the time often.

jun learns your favorite songs on the piano.

once you briefly mentioned your latest obsession with twilight and the next day jun played renesme’s lullaby for you. just finished watching howl’s moving castle? next week he’ll play for you merry-go-round of life. jun feels that he connects with you most through music, that the music you like says a lot about you as a person. to him, playing the piano for you is an intimate event, like he’s showing you his own soul as he plays for you. not to mention he absolutely adores how excited you get whenever you hear him play.

soonyoung leaves encouraging sticky notes in all of your things.

sometimes (most times) there are roughly doodled tigers on orange sticky notes that also read “horanghae <3 have a great day.” sometimes he will try to fit as many words as possible onto the sticky note about how much he loves you. and sometimes, he writes you reminders to drink water and eat lunch. life can get very busy sometimes so he wants to make sure he’s on your mind as much as you’re on his. at the end of every day he’ll ask how many of them you found, and sometimes he’ll even make you do a scavenger hunt for them throughout the day. but it always spells out “i love you”

wonwoo tries to write you letters even if he thinks he’s bad at it.

stop no bc this one hits a little too close. because his letters to you would be little diary entries in his notes app, but every once in a while he'll write you a hand written note and it's just him telling you about his day since he doesn't know what to write about, then all of a sudden he says something like "if i was a better writer i could explain even better how you make my heart do flips whenever you look at me." right before the next sentence about minecraft.

jihoon pretends to offer to pop your knuckles for you as an excuse to hold your hand.

he will do this ALL the time. he won’t even pop your knuckles, he’ll just hold your hand and look away and pretend he doesn’t notice you noticing his cheeks turning red. and you’ll pretend you don’t know what he’s up to. and if you ever try to ask him about it he'll tell you it's an old technique he picked up from a friend and you're just like "mmm sure jihoon."

seokmin makes up bedtime stories to tell you when you can’t fall asleep.

it all started one night you called him after a pretty rough nightmare early on in your relationship. once you came to your senses you felt bad that you kept him awake, but seokmin didn't want you to go just yet. so he decided to tell you a story about a faraway kingdom and magic, and once he was sure you had fallen asleep he whispered those three words for the first time. (you weren't asleep)

mingyu always keeps an extra jacket in his car for you.

"it's not even that cold today," you had told him once many winters ago. and to your surprise (not mingyu's) it was actually that cold. at first mingyu gave you his jacket, thinking himself to be a model boyfriend. but after 2 hours of walking around to see the holiday lights, mingyu realized he could be a much better boyfriend if he was warm as well. how was he supposed to feel your hand in his when his fingers had gone pale from cold? so bringing an extra jacket was his idea.

minghao sends you pictures of the sunset.

at first, it was a joke. a selfie of him with the sunset saying "tell me what the prettiest thing in this picture is. get it right or it's over" and you had replied "the sunset, duh." and only when he began to pout did you relent. "you are handsome. but the sunset is simply gorgeous." now, it reminds him of the sparkle you get in your eyes when you look at the pinks in the sky, the same way you look at him, and he sends these pictures to you almost every day, especially when he's away from home.

seungkwan calls you when you’re on the way home.

if he's honest, he just likes to hear your voice. but the added bonus is that he can make sure you're getting home safely every night. when you told him the first time that you live quite a long distance from your office, he was immediately concerned. he asked what time you usually head home, and you were surprised to see him call at the time. he doesn't hang up until you let him know you've arrived at your house. no matter the time of night, he will keep you company.

vernon orders an extra side of french fries every time.

you honestly don't ever even have to ask. he used to absolutely hate when people would say "i'm fine" when he asked if they wanted to order anything... then would ask for some fries. so now he's gotten into the habit of ordering an extra of anything, so that he always has some to share with you. compared to a lot of things on this list, this is a lot more subtle, but i think in general vernon is a subtle man. his love is quiet, but not any less fierce or passionate, and i think that's so beautiful.

dino makes pinky promises.

these pinky promises are sacred to him. he has never broken one and he never plans to ever break one. from small things like “i pinky promise i’ll buy you a coffee tomorrow morning if you study with me,” to big things like “i pinky promise to love you every day,” he holds it all sacred. when he texts you and says pinky promise, he’ll send a picture of his pinky and expect you to do the same. he already knows that when he proposes he’s gonna propose with a pinky ring, to be cute.

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salty-croissants · 6 months

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Reader who performs in musicals x Bullfrog, Rayman and Ramon (all separate) please? Thank you! Have a good day/evening/night!

Thank you for the request !

This one was really neat and fun to write :D

Hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

When you first told him that you were a musical performer , Bullfrog was absolutely amazed by it … no matter what role you actually play , for him it’s like you’re the most talented person in the whole world .

< Oh my dear , c'est incroyable ! I can’t wait to get to see you perform one day ! >

< Aw , thanks love , but are you sure that wouldn’t be dangerous for you ? You know , with your job and many people around someone could recognize you and … I wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of me … >

< I’m going to be careful don’t you worry , I’ll do anything I can to be there : it’s not just any musical if you’re in it mon amour ~ >

Yeah , Bullfrog really meant what he said :

you can often spot him hidden somewhere in the room when you’re on stage , staring at you with those loving eyes that never fail to make you blush …

He’s just so cute , and the fact that he would go to such lengths just to be there to support you makes you all giddy inside … as well as a bit worried for his safety , but you try your best not to think about it too much .

When the performance is done and you get to go backstage to your private room to take a moment to breathe and relax , you already know that you only need to count to three before you hear a knock on the door and find a very enthusiastic Bullfrog on the other side …

< Thank you for coming , sweetheart ! So … what did you think ? >

< I think you did wonderfully , y/n : I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you during your song , c'était si beau ! >

< Really ? I was honestly afraid I didn’t hit some of the high notes right … god , you wouldn’t believe how anxious that made me the second the song ended , and plus - >

Bullfrog can’t help but smile as he listens to you talk , holding your hand while walking back home …

You’re just so passionate , it’s something that makes you even more beautiful in his eyes if that’s even possible .

Your songs often get stuck in his head , so it’s not rare to hear Bullfrog humming them to himself while showering you with affection when you’re together , but sometimes also during missions :

it helps him to remain calm , reminding himself that he has you by his side and that he has to stay alive to get back to you …

Bullfrog’s life really wouldn’t be the same without you in it .

Rayman 🧡

One of Rayman’s favorite things to do is just sit and listen to you preparing for your current musical’s role , closing his eyes and focusing on your beautiful voice …

You’re always happy to have him there , especially since if you get easily self conscious about something his help will definitely help .

< Man … this sucks , it’s been days and I still can’t get that part right … the performance is ruined , how am I going to - >

< Hey , hey … slow down y/n , take a deep breath …

There’s plenty of time before the performance , you just gotta keep trying and most importantly not push yourself too hard . >

< *sigh* … yeah , you’re right … thanks Ray , sorry about that . >

< You don’t need to apologize honey … here , how about we take a break ?

You’ve been working on it for hours now , I think you’ve earned it . >

Even tough the Directors are constantly monitoring him , you can bet that Rayman will do everything he can to be there the day of the performance , and whenever you see him cheering for you among the crowd it always fills you with joy …

He’s just so sweet , you can’t help but love him even more in those occasions ://)

Rayman actually has lots of recordings of you singing , that way he can listen to them whenever you’re away and he misses you …

Oh , and you can be sure that he will gush about you to literally everyone , because they all need to know just how wonderful and talented you are .

< Ahh , you should’ve seen it …

The way their eyes were shining while singing on that stage was simply magical !

Isn’t my y/n just amazing ? >

< Mhm …

Mister Rayman , can I leave now ? It’s been one whole hour … I’m just a janitor , remember ? >

Since he does have quite a nice singing voice himself , you and Rayman definitely love to sing duets together , sometimes even dancing in the middle of the living room while the sun sets outside the lounge …

It’s a beautiful , precious moment for the both of you , ones that you will carry in your hearts forever .

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so now that he murdered the Directors and officially became wanted by Eden , Ramon knows that it’s not safe for him to show himself in public anymore …

However , since you still need to perform in your musicals he can’t help but feel very torn about the whole situation , especially since he’s way more protective of you after all that’s happened .

< I’m telling you sweetie , I’m going to be just fine ! It’s only a few hours … >

< But I have to … I need to make sure nobody hurts you . >

< Ram , I won’t have you risking your life to watch over me . We’ve talked about this . >

< I can’t lose you , y/n … >

< You won’t … I promise .

I’ll be back before you even notice . >

Remember those recordings of your performances he made when he was still regarded as the Voice of Eden ?

Well , Ramon definitely listens to them a lot more now to try and keep his head distracted from thinking about what dangers could take you away from him when you’re gone .

It’s not a rare occurrence for you to arrive home and find Ramon asleep with one of the recordings playing in the background , and it’s during those moments that you fully realize that you really are the only thing keeping him together .

Whenever he happens to have a nightmare ( let me tell you , it happens often … this poor man is just so scarred by what he saw and what he did ) , Ramon is really going to appreciate it if you decide to sing him to sleep :

he just holds you tight , all the tension in his body finally leaving him thanks to your voice and your gentle touch caressing his hair …

< Mmm … y/n … >

< I’m here , darling … I’m right here … >

< I love you so much , y/n … >

< I love you too Ramon … there , just close your eyes , you should really try to sleep some more . >

< Mmkay … >

Sometimes when you’re having a bit of a rough day , Ramon is going surprise you by suddenly hold your hands and start slow dancing with you , singing your favorite duet …

It’s one of the only moments in which all of his troubles seem so , so far away , leaving just you and him in the comfort of your home , being happy in a place were no one can hurt either of you … not Eden , nor anybody else .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

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minhosimthings · 5 months

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Blackberries

Synopsis: When Seungmin takes you to a cat cafe

Pairings: Bf!Seungmin × gn!reader

Warnings: when I say this is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff

A/N: fullfiling @like-a-diamondinthesky 's fantasies and writing this because ✨ obviously ✨.

The skies and the clouds high up in the heavens reminded you of him. The sweet honey, harvested freshly from the buzzing bees at your mother's flower farm reminded you of him. Hell, even the flowers reminded you of him.

But there was nothing in this world that reminded you more of Seungmin than puppies.

The little critters playing in the windows of the adoption centres, with their tongues stuck out and their ears flailing away into eternity, it was almost as if Seungmin had beem one and had been turned into a human by some witch. Atleast that was Hyunjin's theory.

So when Seungmin had proposed, out of the blue, to go to a new cat cafe which had opened down the street, it was safe to say you were more confused than Newton when the apple hit his head.

"A cat cafe?" You questioned, raising a brow at Seungmin, who sat nonchalantly, solving a crossword puzzle in his magazine.

"You're literally suggesting that we go to a cat cafe?"

"Well unless you're hard of hearing-" Seungmin poked his cheek with his tongue, eyes not once faltering from the magazine, "yes. I want to go to a cat cafe."

"This is suspicious." You narrowed your eyes like a detective, playfully creeping upto him akin to a cat, and staring at him.

"Darling if you want to know whether or not I'm on drugs, don't worry, because I'm not." Seungmin chuckled, his gaze finally shifting to you. He brought his lips down to your forehead and gently pecked it, getting up afterwards and strolling down the hallway into your bedroom.

"Are you going to keep staring at me like that or are you going to get ready, darling?" Seungmin cracked a small smile to your figure lying on the couch trying to figure out why exactly a puppy was being interested by cats.

"Y-yeah I'll get ready." You sauntered off the couch, your mind still unable to wrap itself around Seungmin's sudden epiphany.

Seungmin never had an eye for cats much. Or any feline really. He even had proof, videos on top of videos of him bickering with the biggest cat in his life, Minho.

But something about you, the way you adored them, bending down hurriedly to run your fingers through their beautiful coats whenever you'd see a stray one, it warmed his heart more than any fire in this world could.

And you never failed to bring up cats in any and every conversation.

Whether it was failing to ice skate in the winters, "Seungmin this snowflake looks like a cat!"

Or gulping down wine after a long day, "this wine smells like my sister's cat."

Or even hanging up fairy lights, "You know what would be a good investment?" You'd say, admiring all of the pretty sparkling lights, "Cat shaped lights, just imagine the-" you wouldn't get to finish the sentence however, before Seungmin pressed his lips to yours, unable to control himself over your adorable mouth.

"Well howdy beautiful." Seungmin leaned against the the door, eyes full of his fast beating heart. "Please tell me you're not thinking of a cowboy job now." You laughed, finishing the last touches of your hair, and striding over to him.

"I think I'd look pretty good in a hat, don't you?" He joked, wrapping an arm around your waist as you locked the door to your house and hid the key somewhere no one would find it.

"Nuh uh, you're not walking on that side of the road darling." Seungmin spun you on your heel, placing himself on the side nearer to the traffic ridden road. "Aww you care about me?" You giggled, ruffling Seungmin's already messy hair again.

Seungmin was intoxicated by you. The way the moonlight fell on your eyes, the way your perfume perfectly mixed with the sweet scent of the evening dew, the melodious way your voice would harmonise with the songs of the night birds. Seungmin had always heard about the notion that a healthy relationship is where two independent people just make a deal that they will help the other person be the best version of themselves. And Seungmin was convinced that meeting you made the personalities he had often hidden away, shine. You loved every version of him, every universe in which he existed. And he couldn't have been more thankful of that.

"So this is what a cat cafe looks like huh?" You stared in awe at the all the balls of furs playing with their tails on the floor.

"Im glad you like it." Seungmin pressed a feathery kiss to the side of your head, "Should we find a table then?"

Walking throught the warm carpeted floor, with hundreds of cats following your tail, you sat down by a table at the window, where a tiny black kitten slept, its mouth drawling across its face and it's tiny paws stretched out.

"It's so adorable." You scrunched your hands together, too overcome with cuteness agression.

"Hey there!" A cheery voice sounded in your ear, "What can I get both of you?"

After placing your orders and learning that the cat cafe was set up by its owner to double as an adoption centre, Seungmin picked the tiny black kitten into his hands. He was gentle with the creature, carefully adjusting it to his grasp.

"I wonder what its name is." Seungmin thought out loud, his eyes widened at the sight of the kitten blinking up at him with its tiny pupils.

"The waitress said they didn't have names." You hummed, stroking a lazy Scottish Fold in your arms. You saw Seungmin's face visibly drop at your words, his eyes going back to the kitten.

"Thunderbolt?" He chuckled, stroking the mangled coat of the kitten with his ring finger, "That would be a pretty name."

"Seungmin it's a cat, not a rock band." You giggled, your heart melting as the kitten let out a small but audible meow.

"Hmm Blackberry then." Seungmin smiled up at you with his teeth on display, "You love blackberries." "Well that I do." The cat on your lap shifted a bit as you ran your hands through its silky coat, "But tell me one thing; are you honestly thinking about adopting that tiny little kitten?"

Seungmin's eyes looked up at yours, cocking a brow. "Why? Have you not been wanting one for a long time?"

"You hate cats." "I don't hate them."

Seungmin argued back, carefully setting the kitten back on the table where it stood on its four paws and yawned with it's adorable mouth opening to show its barely growing fangs.

"You really want to adopt it?" You asked, your eyes filling with tears for some reason, "Really Minnie?"

"Hey hey don't cry." Seungmin cooed at you, caressing your cheeks with his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

You didn't know whether it was the sweet atmosphere of the cafe, or maybe it was just you, but your heart melted like snow on the first spring day, feeling Seungmin embrace you in his arms.

He was a cornucopia, a mystery, a puzzle that you would have to take hours to solve. But he was your mystery, and he always made sure you knew that, whether it was surprising you with dates to unlikely places, or even naming a kitten 'Blackberry'.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"Meow."

Your eyes shifted to the tiny kitten looking up at you with confusion, making you giggle.

"Let's not argue about who loves whom most in front of our child shall we?"

"He's our child now is he?" Seungmin pressed his nose to yours, sinking the stars in his eyes into your being.

"Yep." You let out a laugh, not being able to say anything more, and sinking into Seungmin's warm comforting love, knowing that he won't ever let go, until the stars rain down from the heavens.

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ashwhowrites · 6 months

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A angst fic based on All too Well.

Plot- Y/N is haunted by the memories of her past relationship with Eddie. A man that was older, hurt her, and left her scarred.

I've been dying to write an older Eddie fic based on this song and I loved how it turned out. I hope you guys enjoy it and it paints a picture for you all. The song is amazing, as well as the short film. If you read it, thank you so much <3

This is all angst

I walked through the door with you The air was cold But something about it felt like home somehow And I, left my scarf there at your sister's house And you've still got it in your drawer even now

Y/N shivered in her oversized coat as she snuggled into Eddie's warm body. His arm over her shoulder as he walked her through the door of his sister's house.

Y/N took in the smell of the gingerbread candle that burned near the door. The room lit up with white Christmas lights around the archway. Photos of Eddie's family covered the walls as he helped her take off her coat. Her scarf unraveled as she took in the Christmas tree in the corner. Y/N placed her scarf on the stair railing, her attention back on Eddie as he hugged his sister. The warm smile on his face as he laughed with his brother-in-law.

Something about the moment felt like home. Like she was Eddie's wife and they were at the in-laws to celebrate Christmas. Their kids would be running around, screaming, and becoming best friends.

Y/N loved that she walked into a real home. And hated leaving it behind. She couldn't smell a gingerbread candle without being thrown back to his sister's house. She remembered how she left her scarf there, expecting to return. No idea in her mind that she'd never see Eddie's sister again.

Oh, your sweet disposition And my wide-eyed gaze We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days

Y/N walked around the small park, hot coffee in her hand as she took in the scenery around here. The autumn leaves cover the ground, crunching beneath her boots. The oranges, reds, and yellows were beautiful but she couldn't help but hate it all. The leaves remind her of the falls she used to spend with Eddie. Even after all these days, she could picture it all.

Y/N's eyes were focused on Eddie as he drove. Another trip upstate, something they did every weekend, and she never asked why. The town left behind them as they sang their hearts out. The speakers were loud, the leaves were falling, and her heart was blossoming.

And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all 'Cause there we are again on that little town street You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well

Y/N knew she and Eddie were done and the magic they once had would never come back. They burned out as fast as they lit up. The pain she felt with Eddie was something she knew she'd never recover from. It was a cut that bled and bled.

She hated that she saw him in everything. Whenever she was stopped at a red light, she swore she felt his presence in the car with her.

The music was loud, Eddie's fingers hitting against the steering wheel. All the windows were down, and Y/N's hair blowing everywhere. She kept laughing as she tried to keep it all in place but never bothered to put it up. Eddie smiled as he watched her. She looked so happy, and carefree. Her laughter silenced the music around him like his ears only wanted to hear the sweet sounds of her enjoyment.

The tires rolled fast down the little town street, the gps leading them far away from home. Hours spent on the road as they listened to music. His hand in hers. He couldn't stop the huge smile stretching across his lips. A slight chuckle left his lips. The deep sound caught her attention, her head back in the car as she looked over to him. She smiled as she caught him smiling at her. It was like time stopped. She saw their future in his eyes.

Then his head turned and he slammed on the brakes. An apologetic smile on his face as he looked back at her, but all she did was burst out into more laughter. The red light reflected on the windshield.

If only she knew he'd slam on the brakes every time she pictured their future together.

Photo album on the counter Your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me

Black and white photos are held behind some pieces of plastic. A thick book on the counter as Eddie's mom's red nails pointed to each picture, revealing the story behind the pose. Y/N listened to every word and memorized every detail. Eddie's cheeks were fiery red as they flipped through the photo album. Pictures of Eddie growing up right before their eyes.

"You had glasses!" Y/N said, she never once saw Eddie in glasses, not even sunglasses. But there he was in a white striped uniform and baseball helmet. He held a bat bigger than him and a big smile towards the camera.

"Yeah! Realized he needed them when he never saw the ball coming at him." Eddie's mom joked, Y/N laughing but Eddie didn't look pleased. He groaned and covered his face. But he knew Y/N loved every second of learning about his past.

"Hopefully our kids won't need those." Eddie joked, his arm over Y/N's shoulder as he turned the page. She felt butterflies in her stomach, Eddie thought of them having kids. She was in awe that he pictured a future for them.

We were always skippin' town And I was thinkin' on the drive down: Any time now He's gonna say it's love You never called it what it was

She should have questioned why all their dates had to be in a different town. She shouldn't have thought nothing of it.

Every single drive was just the two of them. Alone on the open road she always felt something dropping in her stomach as they reached the next town.

It was a relationship, but he never called it what it was. He never admitted it was love.

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light Down the stairs, I was there I remember it all too well, yeah

In the end, Y/N knew there was nothing she could do to save them. She was slowly losing herself trying to be a version of herself that he'd love enough to show off. But that wasn't on her, that was on him and his insecurities. Sometimes she felt peace, with her mind on other things. She could feel her body healing cut by cut, her brain closing out his memory. The peace of forgetting why she was so scared.

But one trigger sends her right back. Her ghost of a body standing in the refrigerator light, a bottle of water in her hand. She got what she needed, yet her body couldn't move. She was stuck in a trance, his ghost touching her shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" Eddie asked, his warm hand on her shoulder as he spun her around. She giggled and placed down her water. Her hands laced together in his as he hummed the beat of a song. His warm body against hers as they slowly danced in the dimness of the refrigerator light. He twirled her around and around. She giggled as she felt the air in her hair and the warmness of his eyes on her. The way he held her close and kissed her lips.

She couldn't help but feel like that was what true love was. Even if they never danced anywhere but in the refrigerator light.

And there we are again when nobody had to know You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath Sacred prayer and we'd swear To remember it all too well, yeah

Laughing in the park as they walked down the dark streets. Late past midnight but the night was young for them. Y/N loved the lights and the glow on the pavement from the rain. Her hand was in Eddie's as they followed the trail.

"Why don't we ever do this during the day?" She asked, thinking nothing of it as she kicked the rock in front of her foot.

"Like to have you all to myself." He said, his hand unlocking from hers as he threw his arm over her shoulder. He snuggled her closer, as his eyes watched all around them.

She scoffed thinking about it now. He wanted her all to himself because she was a secret. She was something he didn't want strangers seeing or someone he slightly knew. She wasn't allowed at the holidays or the dinners because he didn't want people to know he was with someone way younger than him.

She was vowed to him. She'd do anything for him and he couldn't even be public with her. She hated how stupid she was. She hated how blinded by his charm she was. She'd shout from the rooftops how much she loved him and would keep his love like an oath. While all he did was find ways to keep her a secret but give her just enough love to latch on to.

And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well

"I don't understand why I can't go with you!" Y/N pushed. But it was like everything she said ran through Eddie's ear before his brain had time to process it.

The wedding invite was on the counter, a small piece of paper that started one of the biggest fights of them all.

"I don't see the big deal! I was invited and that's it. It's just a cousin's wedding, you don't need to come." Eddie argued, his voice was loud but he wasn't yelling yet. But he was frustrated, and she didn't know from what.

"It's your family, Eddie! I'm your girlfriend and it has a spot for a plus one. You got a fucking plus one! Why don't you want me there?" She was hurt, and she couldn't understand why he didn't want her there. Why didn't he ever want her there? It wasn't just the wedding. He didn't want her at birthday dinners, holidays, work parties. He didn't want her anywhere unless it was in a home where they were hidden or in a different town.

"I'm not talking about this!" He said, slamming the front door as he walked out of her apartment. She ran to follow him, but he was gone.

That's what he always did. He ran and ran.

She dropped it, letting him attend the wedding on his own. Maybe she was asking just a little too much for him to go out of his comfort zone.

She didn't bring it up. Her friends were dying to meet him so she had them all over for dinner. They brought their boyfriends and she even went through Eddie's phone to ask his friends to join. A couple date night and she'd prepare dinner. She never met his friends and he never met hers.

That night she could tell Eddie was on edge. He barely spoke a word to her, he spent all the time talking to his friends. She couldn't help but see how all the couples were snuggled up, holding hands and whispering in each other's ears. She felt alone as her boyfriend kept moving his chair further from her.

Eddie was lost in a story he was telling, his right hand on the table. Y/N didn't think anything of it, sliding her hand in his like she'd done countless times. He continued the story with no interruptions, but his hand slipped out of hers and he gently placed her hand on the table. Next to his.

His right hand was now busy with holding his glass of wine as he laughed.

When the guests left, she couldn't hold it back. She was screaming and crying. Begging for a reason why he shoved her off like she was nothing. But Eddie never had the answers. He denied everything and tried to make it seem like she made everything up. She felt like she was going crazy. Was she upset about things she shouldn't be?

"I DIDN'T DROP YOUR FUCKING HAND! I GRABBED MY DRINK!" he screamed, his face inches away from hers.

"BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT. YOU DIDN'T TOUCH THAT CUP UNTIL I HELD YOUR HAND! WHY?"

And just like every fight, he slammed the door and ran.

Piece by piece he was destroying everything they painted together. The relationship they were building was losing a level by level.

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well

She held the phone against her ear as she sobbed. She regretted picking up the phone when he called. Because every time she did, all he did was break her apart more. His apologies never had the word sorry or any realization of his mistakes. Just more excuses for the way he was. He liked to make it seem like he'd never lie to her so he always gave the hard truth, thinking he was never in the wrong since it was honesty.

They say all's well that ends well But I'm in a new hell every time You double-cross my mind You said if we had been closer in age Maybe it would've been fine And that made me want to die

Y/N despised how easy it was for Eddie to move on from her. She hated that there wasn't any hurt left on his part. She took all the hits and had to suffer with the cuts he left her with.

Somehow every time she thought of him, it hurt worse than before. She found new lows and suffered from no highs.

All he left her with was, if they had been closer in age she'd have the relationship she wanted. And she hated him for that. He went after her, he knew of her age the whole time. He made her fall in love, he pursued her and knew she wanted a future with him. He knew all of that and still was with her.

She wanted to die when the words left his lips. All of a sudden, the age was the deal breaker, but it wasn't sudden. It was in the back of his head the whole time. And he was the monster who let her be naive.

You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes Sippin' coffee like you're on a late-night show But then he watched me watch the front door all night Willin' you to come And he said: It's supposed to be fun Turning 21

She smiled as she watched Eddie and her dad laugh over a cup of coffee. The way her dad hung on every word Eddie had to say. She couldn't help but feel so much joy to see Eddie winning over her family.

But now she sat at the table with the cake in front of her. The same table Eddie and her dad sat at as they talked for hours. The flames of the candles burned her eyes, but not as much as the tears that threatened to fall.

She took in the room of people, so many family and friends. She should be happy, and she should feel fine. But he wasn't there and it ruined it all.

"It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one, kid." Her dad said as he pressed a small kiss to her head.

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again But I'm still trying to find it

She missed who she was before him. She was put together, strong, and not touched by the destructive hands of a man. But now? She's all crumpled up and hated knowing she'd never be able to be the same again.

Because she always remembers it all.

After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

Y/N continued her walk toward home. The fresh air felt amazing as it traveled into her lungs. She passed by a small shop, with thousands of plaid shirts on sale. She felt herself shiver. She hated this time of the year and when everyone would go back to wearing plaid. Because all it did was bring her back.

Eddie held her hips softly as he pushed himself inside and out of her. His rhythm was slow and gentle as she clenched around him. Her hands were in his hair as she gasped against his lips. The way she came around him, his name on her lips was like a prayer. The night he truly made her his own.

She wore his plaid button-up the next morning, his arms around her as she made breakfast. The radio playing as his soft lips kissed her neck.

She tried to shake off the memory as she made it inside. The box he sent weeks ago was still at her front door. She still walked past it without another glance.

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me You can't get rid of it 'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah

As every day passed, Eddie never took the scarf out of his drawer. He took it off the stairs after the night Y/N met his sister. He tossed it in the backseat but forgot to give it back. Months and months that scarf sat in his backseat, neither moving it. She liked that a piece of her was in his car at all times. Like there was a memory of her.

So she never grabbed it.

The night they broke it off, Eddie took that scarf inside. He didn't want to part with it so he kept it in his drawer.

He's over the breakup and he's fine. He's got a new girlfriend and he barely thinks of Y/N.

But yet, every morning he takes out the scarf. He holds it gently in his hands like the way he used to hold her. He knew it was stupid to keep it.

The sweet innocence of the best time of his life. The realest relationship he's ever had. But he knew it would never end with them together. She was too young and he couldn't stomach the stares of everyone knowing. He didn't want to be that guy dating a way too young of a girl.

But the scarf brought happiness and a sense of safety. He remembered every moment between them and it was a relationship that would continue to haunt him, for as long as he held that scarf.

So he sent it back to her in a small box. His final goodbye to her and the haunting memory of his mistakes. A clean state without her ghost taunting him.

Because he remembered it all too well.

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marensdaydream · 2 months

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Harry, Kid, and Tyler go see ‘The Effect’ together and gets inspiration for hs4

Harry couldn’t tell you how many times he’s seen ‘The Effect’. He feels like if he were to be put in a life or death situation where in order to stay alive, he would have to recite Taylor’s play he could do it easily.

Whenever Harry goes to see Taylor perform, he usually goes alone. He likes to not have any distractions while watching his girl in her element, but there’s a part of him that also loves to show off his talented girlfriend to others he loves.

……..

Harry was in the studio with Kid and Tyler. They were finishing up a song that was going to be on HS4.

“And finally we are…done” Tyler blows out a breath of air after doing the last finishing touches.

“And now 10 more to go” Kid says with a laugh.

Harry groans. He feels like the making of this album is never ending and not to mention he has been going through a brain rot recently.

“Ahh I can’t write songs anymore!!!” Harry says as he closes his journal.

Kid, used to his dramatics says “What are you talking about Harry? We just finished a song that I know is going to be a hit”.

“Yeah I know, but we’ve been working on this album for so longgg! I don’t have any ideas and we’re not even close to done” Harry pouts and folds his arms.

“Well harry maybe you just need some new inspiration. What are you planning on doing after this session?” Tyler asks.

Harry’s face brightens up when he remembers, “Oh i’m seeing Taylor’s play”.

“Ok perfect. Have you thought about writing a song about that before or finding inspiration from her being on stage? Tyler asks.

Yeah, I’m sure you could think of something when seeing her on stage and we can help with that too” Kid says.

Harry’s eyebrow raises, “you know that might not be such a bad idea and we all know three heads are better than one, so yeah why not? And now you get to see how great she is in this play!” Harry smiles.

They then decide to cut the session short and to meet up at the national theatre in a few hours.

………..

When they arrive at the theatre, Kid and Tyler go and find their seats, while Harry, like always, goes to see Taylor and wish her luck before she heads to stage.

Once he gets to the backstage area, he knocks on her dressing room.

He hears a “Come innn!” And as he opens the door his eyes catch Taylor sitting at her vanity perfecting her hair.

“Hey baby” she says with a smile.

Harry walks over and kisses her lips and says, “Hi love. You ready for stage”?

“Yeah in just a bit” she says.

“Well I just wanted to wish you luck and to tell you that you are going to be great out there”. He says as he looks at her through her mirror.

Taylor, finishes her hair and turns around to face him. “Thank you H ” she says with a shy smile.

Even though he tells her this every show, she doesn’t think she will ever react differently to his encouraging words.

“Also, I brought Kid and Tyler with me. Hope ya don’t mind” Harry says as he grabs her waste to pull her close.

Taylor puts her arms over his shoulders. “No that’s fine. Tell them I said hi and thanks for coming”. Harry nods and goes to kiss her again, but they are interrupted by a knock at the door from a crew member. “Taylor you’re on in five!”.

“Ok be out in a sec!” she says and then resumes her kiss with harry. She wanted her kisses before going on stage they were like her good luck charm.

Once their lips part, Harry reminds her that she’s going to do great and to remember to breathe. She nods and kisses his cheek. “Thank you baby, I will. See you back here right?”

“Yep, I’ll meet you back here when you get off stage” Harry says with a soft smile.

After they left the dressing room, they went separate ways and as soon as harry makes it to his seat next to Kid and Tyler the lights start to dim.

“Took ya long enough” kid says with a laugh.

Harry jokingly rolls his eyes “oh shut up”.

The play then begins and Taylor, Paapa, and the rest of her costars are having an amazing performance. As the play progresses, Harry just can’t stop thinking about how much he loves seeing Taylor in her element and seeing her come out on stage better and more confident each time.

And although ideas were flowing in his head, Harry kept feeling this sense of proudness knowing that his friends get to see how talented Taylor is.

……

After an hour and a half, the play then comes to an end and Harry smiles and asks his friends “isn’t she just amazing”?

“She was phenomenal. I see why you go so often” kid says.

“Yeah, so good” Tyler adds. “and also, I have some ideas for the next song floating in my head right now” kid says.

“Yeah, so do I”, Harry says. “I don’t know why I never thought to have her and her play be the muse for a song before?”

“Neither do we,” kid says. “I could even see a few different songs we could create from this.

Harry smiles at that.

“Kid and I are going to head to the studio and start working. Meet us there bright and early and we’ll start discussing our ideas, okay?” Tyler says as they start to get up.

“Ok yeah, I’ll see you guys tomorrow! Thanks for coming” Harry says to them.

….

After they bid their goodbyes, Harry starts to make his way to Tay’s Dressing room.

Taylor had just finished putting her hair into a small ponytail, when she hears a knock at the door who she already knows is Harry. “Come innn” she says.

Harry enters with a big smile and walks over to her. “You were so amazing T”.

“Thanks baby!” she says with a shy smile and hugs him.

Harry starts smothering her in kisses, leading Taylor to laugh. She loves when he does that.

When he finally pulls away, he asks her “how do you feel?”

She pursed her lips in thought, making Harry have to resist from kissing her. “I feel good! really good” she says.

“Well, I’m glad. You should be” he says softly.

She kisses him at that, but pulls away when she remembers that Kid and Tyler came to her play too.

“Where did Kid and Tyler go? Did they already leave?” She asked.

“Yeah, they did. They wanted to head to the studio and begin working”.

Taylor raises her eyebrows, “working on what?”

Harry traces circles into her hip. “Oh just a song where you and your play are the inspiration” he says with a smirk.

“And you’re just now telling me about this?” Taylor says with a fake offended look.

T, it’s all still so new. it’s really nothing to tell at the moment” he says.

“Well, when it’s finished, I can hear it first right?” Taylor says as her excitement starts to bubble from the thought of Harry writing a song about her.

Harry notices her excitement and smiles as he kisses her cheek. “Of course you will baby”.

Taylor then kisses him deeply and after a few mins, Harry pulls away with a loss of breath and dilated eyes.

“Why don’t we start heading home hmm? Traffics about to be hell and I want to continue this as soon as possible” he says with a smirk.

Taylor laughs and shakes her head at his innuendo. “I have to change first, but you can start lugging my bags to the car and I’ll meet you there in a few ok?

“Okay I will, but hurry because I’ll miss you too much” he says as he pats her bottom and heads over to her luggage.

“I’ll literally be 5 mins harry” Taylor says.

“And that will be five minutes too long away from you” he says jokingly as he heads out the door.

Taylor rolls her eyes and laughs at his antics that she doesn’t think she’ll ever get sick of.

Hope you all enjoy this blurb!🫶🏽🫂 Sorry I’ve been away so long I’ve been really busy.

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the-bear-and-his-sunbird · 1 month

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After ten years of not writing fanfiction, Baldurs Gate 3 has me in a chokehold. Inspired by one of the songs Halsins VA Dave Johnson put into his Halsin playlist, i made this. If you want the full experience listen to "I want to be your only pet" by Bombay Bicycle Club.

The whole playlist ist gold to be honest, so if you haven't do check that out.

The Tav is based on my Character Òrfhlaith (say it like Orla) who started as a Sorcerer/Bard and respecc. into Sorcerer/Paladin. For the sake of the story, the Tav is not named and only described with she/her pronouns and the title songbird.

English is not my first language, so if you find any spelling errors or grammatical mistakes, please do point it out.

I Want to be your only pet (I want to let go and forget)

Paring: Halsin x female!Tav (Halsin POV)

Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Yearning.

If you prefer Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55315462

Warnings: Mentions of past Trauma, sight violence, explicit description of blood, hinted panic attack, explicit sexual thoughts. Minord DNI!

Description:

“My Bear, my bear. My sweet, sweet Bear. I will protect you. I will see you safe. You have nothing to fear as long as you are with me. And if I cannot promise you anything, I promise you this: You are safe with me.”

Little snippets of Halsin learning to let down his guard around Tav and his every growing yearning through Act I- III.

After the group freed him from the Goblin Camp, which was honestly a miracle in itself, they went on to save the Grove. Halin still could not believe it. After all the moments worrying, hoping, praying he would find a way to ward off all harm, it was done. The Grove was preserved and on the way to begin anew, whilst the Tieflings were on their way to Baldurs Gate. Not that he would call it safe in any way. Even if he wished them a happier ending, he feared for their lives on the road to the city. Halsin prayed that Sylvanus would watch over the group of refugees. Especially whenever he thought about them having to pass through the shadow cursed lands on their own.

When they finished saying their goodbyes, Halsin asked permission to stay at camp. In his heart he knew that they would need his help to pass through the shadow curse. After all, he had seen it put into place, living with its weight for over a hundred years. If his knowledge could help them towards their goal, he would be glad for it.

Their way would be long and traveling with them would mean leaving the grove behind but for all that it was worth he was relieved to give up the title of Archdruid; it had clung to his shoulders long enough. If he was being honest, he never was really good at it. Sure enough, he understood enough of politics and leadership to keep everything running, but it teared at him. Every nag and every whisper a shred of himself fell away. People like Nettie made it bearable, but he knew that due to his position there was a distance between them that could not be bridged. So he quietly yearned for nature's sweet caress again, when he would run out in the early morning hours his paws on the soft, wet ground, looking for berries and honey. Hunting at night. Unburdened from the limitations, being Archdruid gave him. No, he was not sad at all, to let all that go. and Francesca would lead the Druids to a new beginning. Remind them of the true intentions they should strive for.

The first days in camp were truly magical, though so very different than the hundred years before: Being able to enjoy the sunbeams on his face, the crisp air of morning, knowing that no one would ask him to lead the way. No one to depend on his judgment and whisper about his decisions in the hidden corners, when they thought he would not hear them. The people in camp gave him space to go after his day, not wanting his leadership nor needing it. They shared their meals with him and though some eyed him suspiciously, no one bothered him. Mostly he was left to ponder over the shadow curse and the illithid infection.

Though she came to him every now and then. Halsin could tell that she was the leader of their, rather chaotic, crew. When she spoke, they listened. Some rather … reluctantly at the beginning. But nevertheless, they accepted her plans and did what they could to support each other on the road. And she was patient with them in return. At least more patient than most of the people he knew. Even when she had to end the quarrels between them seemingly every other night, she only used harsh words in situations deserving of them.

That did not mean that she was above frustrations: One time, after a particularly bad fight between Gale and Astarion (the rogue accused the brown haired man of having stolen a copy of one of his books to eat it, telling him to use his own damn library for dinner) where they nearly set the campground on fire, she had set them straight sternly, her brow furrowing, using a surprising colorful vocabulary.

Halsin admired her vigor to go on, no matter how bad her group returned at night. Often she would go to every person in camp chatting for a few moments, her face still swollen and bloody. Most of the time, she would swiftly discard her armor and put on some (relatively) clean clothes, yet sometimes she only undid the heaviest part of her armor, chucking it away carelessly, as she went on to greet the first person. She asked them about their day, offering them counsel if needed. Every time she also appeared at his side at the end of her round. Her eyes shining with a warmth that he could only describe with a warm summer's evening.

He came to like the routine. The few first nights she would ask about his comfort and share a few kind words with him. Later, when they neared the shadow cursed lands, she requested advice trying to find the best route. While he explained she listened intently, nodding while he was mapping the ways and when he finished, she thanked him for his words before she left. It was nice. Not having to answer for every decision that was made, but his words being heard and acknowledged. It made him feel warm.

After that she returned to her usual routine. Asking him about his well being with a soothing voice, smiling at him like the fresh morning sun. One particular evening, after she left, Halsin could not help but keep thinking about the way she leaned her head when she was listening. Or how her eyes focused when she was mulling over ideas.

He found her attractive, he did not need to deny it. But the way his attention seemed to stick to her, like a fly on a honeypot, made him uneasy. There was a time and place for such thoughts and he did not believe the current situation to be one of those. So he stuffed the thoughts of her laugh and her eyes far away and carried on.

Halsin heard her sing, one time at camp. Wyll was sharing a story about the fine dances back in Baldurs Gate and bards that could induce you with whatever feeling they pleased, with just a few strokes of their instruments. The Warlock recalled the way one particularly skilled bard sang a ballad full of yearning and heartache, that he never heard again. Halsin heard her surprised exclamation, telling the horned man excitedly that she knew that song by heart. Wyll had politely asked her to sing it for them, only if she did not mind. And she did not mind at all.

Her voice sounded a bit coarse at the beginning (there were not many occasions to sing anymore) but soon her voice unfolded like a flower petal in bloom. Halsin could have sworn to Sylvanus, her voice sounded like a songbird, both sweet and rich. Soon she was weaving a net with each syllable, entangling the listeners with her honey voice. Turning his head he could see entranced eyes, some humming along softly and tapping their feet. A gentle breeze passed through them as the song ended. Gentle quiet settled over camp. For a moment everyone seemed to be lost in their own thoughts before Karlach asked for another song, excitement barely contained. With a glint in her eyes, the songbird began to sing a folkish song. One that was easier to follow and more well known, stomping along to the beat. And soon enough a few of them joined in. All in all it went on to be a surprisingly jolly evening. From his spot on a thick branch, Halsin watched them sing and dance around, grabbing onto the unwilling campmates pulling them along, much to their pretended dismay.

She had suddenly stood before him then. Hand outstretched, eyes shining like the sun itself had made its home there. With his heart pounding in his chest, Halsin stared up to her.

“Will you be joining us?” She asked in a melodic tone. He wished for nothing more than to keep her voice around for the rest of the night.

It would have only taken him a word. One word and he could have joined their merry dancing, their laughter. But he did not dare to. Not with the memory of the Shadow Curse hanging on his shoulders, whispering every single failure he could count into his ear. Not with Thaniel lost, not with the unspoken promise of saving him or die trying. With a heart so heavy it could drag him right into the ground, Halsin shook his head. “Another time. But thank you for your invitation. It is greatly appreciated.” Her smile faltered. He could have sworn to see a flicker of concern in her eyes. With a pang of regret the Druid tried to say something soothing- He did not mean to steal the sun from her eyes.

As he was trying to find his words, she smiled again. “All is well, my friend. You take your rest and tomorrow we will see to the Shadow Curse.”

Her eyes laid intently on him, unfaltering. He could swear he saw a different kind of fire there. “We will see it broken and Thaniel freed once again. I swear." The way she said it filled Halsin with hope. She seemed so sure of it.

Before he could say anything in response, someone from the group (he could swear it was Shadowheart, rare laughter spilling from her lips) was pulling her away from him again. He watched her pick up her laughter full of sunshine again, holding the hand of the young cleric. Under the sea of stars she radiated light and warmth, turning in a circle, stumbling over her feet and catching herself, before holding onto someone elses hand. Halsin wondered how it would feel to catch her, to make her laugh and bring the light into her eyes. Holding her close to his chest as he traced the rivers of starlight on her skin. To bite her tender skin, taste her, devour her. Halsin inhaled sharply, willing the golden sparks on his skin away. He reminded himself that such were no thoughts to have. Now was not the time to relax and to come undone. Not before he had freed Thaniel and lifted the Shadow curse. This was his duty before everything else. She would help him. That was a small relief in the suffocating fear that had nested itself in his heart so very long ago.

With a sigh he looked at the wood he was chipping away at. He had to be alone for a moment. Grabbing his utensils, he stood up, swiftly waving goodnight towards the group as his feet carried him back to his bedroll. Staring up towards the stars, he wondered if he should carve a dancing bird.

After they saved Thaniel and killed Ketheric Thorm the land bloomed once more, roots emerging from the earth tasting the sun's kiss once again.There were no words in the world that could describe how he felt then. Everything he worked for, all that he wished for over 100 years, came to life. Just like that. The land that had clawed at them mere hours ago, now flourished in the light of the sun, reaching for it like they were drowning. Halsin felt like the weight on his shoulders had lifted a bit. Years of feeling like there was not enough air, now seemed to ease, as every inhale came a little easier to him. For a moment he let himself rest and gazed at the scenery around him, when a high pitched yelp ripped him out of his thoughts.

Startled, he turned towards the sound: Karlach had gathered everyone in reach of her in her arms, squeezing them tight to her chest. His Songbird laughed as she was swept up in the embrace of the tiefling woman, laughing freely. He cherished the starry eyed look she had, as she looked back on the land, her chest swelling with pride. There was seldom a moment when she looked so full of wonder, so carefree.While she smiled often before the others, when no one looked, her eyes turned grim, as a heaviness Halsin recognized all too well took hold of them. Shoulders sagging as if the burden of the world sat on her shoulders. It was a relief to see her unburdened, even if only for a moment.

When his gaze lingered on her face a second too long, their eyes met and time seemed to still, nothing existing besides them for a moment. Then she shot the elf a questioning look. Shame bloomed in his chest, as Halsin had realized he got caught staring like a fool and then kept looking at her still. Suddenly he wished to make himself as small as a mouse. But to his surprise she merely reached over to him and pulled him into the hug

“You are officially one of us now.” She said sneaking her free arm around his chest, squeezing him towards her. At least he thought it was her arm.

“Next time join us earlier.” So she must have thought his stare stemmed from lacking inclusion in the group. Halsin hoped, she would not find out the real reason he had been staring.

That evening the group celebrated once again. It was rather modest, as the weeks before had depleted their ressources greatly. Still, the relief after surviving moonrise tower seemed to give them new energy. Now the whole group seemed to buzz with excitement for the next chapter to come. As they drank and talked, Halsin could feel himself relax more than he had in years before- His Pipe pressed between lips, letting out a puff of fragrant smoke and watching it swirl into the bright night sky, whittling tools in hand again, chipping away at it slowly. The ground under him was soft and warm, bustling with life, ready to begin anew.

He chuckled as the songbird watched her in an armwrestling competition with Karlach, Wyll and Lae’zel on the side, discussing their forms, throwing in a bit of advice every now and then. Even if she was strong, Karlach bested the songbird easily, apologizing the whole time. Halsin could swear he saw a coin switch hands in the background. Whoever did not bet on Karlach was foolish, that woman would best everyone in camp, including himself. As Gale and Astarion started to bicker again, the songbird stood up and shooed them to do “something useful for once” with a grin. She loved them, he could see it clear as day. Seeing her made his chest uncomfortably tight.

Later that evening she came to him, out of breath, sweat glistening on her skin. She had been playing with the dog and the owlbear again. Eunning away with Scratches' ball before getting tackled, when she did not manage to run fast enough. She pointed her finger to the spot next to him.

“Is this seat taken?” She inquired, her skin flushed and eyes twinkling.

He smiled. “ No. If you want to rest here for a while, you are more than welcome.” The elf shifted to the side, allowing her to sit down next to him. She quickly made herself comfortable on the floor and crossed her legs. Her gaze shifted to his hands, holding his piece of wood.

“Can you teach me how to whittle? Every time I see you, I wonder how you do it and … I thought that this night is as good as any to ask you. If that’s not too much to ask” her voice seemed to waver at the end.

Was she nervous? Halsin wondered if he was intimating her somehow. Before he spoke he softened his tone on instinct.

“I don’t know if there is much to say about it. Most people tend to perceive it as boring, anyway. But nevertheless I’d be honored to show you, if you really want to.”

She shrugged. “Well most people can stuff it.” A huff escaped her lips when she saw the surprised look Halsin gave her.

“You do well to know what you like: They cannot take that away from you. No matter how much they sneer about it, this is yours. And besides: whittling is a hobby as good as any other.” He contemplated her words for a moment.

“Sometimes I think people look at me and think my feelings can’t be hurt” Halsin stilled for a moment “Thank you for your words. I appreciate them greatly.” She shot him a smile as the elf picked up his utensils again. While he was showing her what to use and how to begin, she listened attentively, asking for clarification a few times. When she leaned over, he could feel her warm breath on his skin. Hastily he cleared his throat and went on to explain.

“For me the vision of what I’ll carve comes when I’m already in the process. But for the first time, it would be a smart choice to already have an idea in mind.” He handed her a piece of wood, which she started turning in her hands over and over again, contemplating. Holding up his own work so he could show her.

“You could start with a spoon if you’d to begin very simple. Or if you would rather enjoy something artistic I could show you a fox or a bi-”

“A Bear.” Taken aback, Halsin looked over to her. She did not falter, as she continued. “It is you who is showing me how to do it, no? I met you as a bear the very first time. And …” She hesitated. “You do inspire me, you know? So, I would like to do a bear.”

By Silvanus, the bear would like to do you , he thought. Alone the notion that she was inspired by him of all people. Did she even know how extraordinary she was? But that was a thought he would keep to himself. So instead he said: “A Bear it is then.”

He showed her the outlines of the piece and what she would have to expect, while she was whittling. Soon they both worked in silence, elbows touching every now and then. Halsin sneaked a glance at her face: She made her focused face again, eyes solely on the wood in her hand, crouching over it, trying to find the best position for her blade. The tall elf chuckled and looked at his work again. His wooden bird came along just fine. The upper side of the outstretched wings was already apparent with its head thrown towards the sky, beak open as if right in the middle of a song. He wondered if he should carve the legs to be standing solidly on the ground or rather ready to set to the sky, when Galel came to them, asking for support on “urgent matters”.

“Thank you for your time.” came her voice from next to him. She gently brushed the shavings from her legs before standing up. “Will keep showing me how to whittle? I had a lot of fun,” her eyes held a cheeky twinkle “even if some people will call me boring now.”

With a short laugh he responded: “Well I hope you do well to know that you can be boring with me anytime.”

“Well. Until we meet here again, to be boring together.” She cackled and waved him goodbye, walking alongside the talking wizard. As Halsin watched her leave, he wondered why his chest was so tight again.

Sighing, he gathered the wood chips on one pile, cradling the rough wood between his big hands before discarding it.

It was not that he wanted to harbor her for himself. Far from it. She was a beacon of light in these dark times, one that everyone was sure to enjoy having around. And she seemed to like the company of her friends so much. But still his heart betrayed him. He would have loved to sit alone with her a moment longer, her light breathing next to him and their skin touching gently. Maybe she would lean over again, so he could smell her hair. In the short moments when the wind blew just right, her smell carried over to him: fire and berries. He wondered how she managed to smell like that. Maybe he would have asked her about it. Maye she she would have accidentally brushed his hand and he would have gathered his courage, reaching for it, holding it tight. A shudder ran through him. Maybe it was better that she left. He wondered how much longer desire in him would have stayed silent, when it wanted nothing more than to hear her breath coming quicker, tasting the sweetness of her skin, telling him that she needed him like a song- He shushed himself, swatting at his thoughts like they were flies. He picked up the wood she left for the next time. Weighing it in his hands, he looked at it. A Bear she wanted to whittle. He chuckled sadly. As if she had not been whittling away at his guard for such a long time.

Whilst on their way to Baldurs Gate, she came to his tent every evening and they calmly whittled away. Most of the time, both of them sat in silence. But sometimes they would share a few words, talking about their interests and stories, sharing comfort in their presence. One quit evening, when the others were gathering some supplies on the road, leaving the camp in a state of unusual calm, she opened up to him about her insecurities. Telling him about her experience as the group leader, comparing it to her wildly different life before.

In the spur of the moment Halsin asked her if she wanted to go back after this was all done. The whittling stopped, while her brow furrowed. For a second he was afraid that he overstepped. Was ist too personal? Did it bring up troubling memories for her?

But she laid her hand on his arm and found his gaze. “Actually I prefer it now. Even in these dire times.,” in her eyes a sudden bitterness pooled. ”I got all of you now, after all. That is more than I had before.” As her gaze shifted towards her workpiece again, Halsin noticed her hand lingering on his skin before pulling away to adjust her grip on the wood. The spot on his skin her hand had rested upon, felt empty now. He turned his head towards his own project again, not wanting to inquiry any further.

It was peaceful for a few days. So peaceful that he nearly forgot all the horrors that the world entails. Soon they reached Rivington. Their excitement for the city had already turned to anxiety as they reached the city gates, being denied entry as all the refugees were. For Halsin this Situation was unbearable. Seeing all these people in little makeshift tents, sleeping on the cold hard floor, having barely enough food to feed all the children. hated the city for its uncaring nature. Seeing all of the city's misdeeds he wondered if they felt any shame at all. All this time he held himself to such high standards, as he tried again and again to be deserving of the title as Archdruid. The leaders of this city could leave a legion to starve right before the city gates and be praised for it.

Since they took Yenna into their camp, he tried his best to keep his composure. The young girl was already scared enough and did not need to see the adults around her losing their nerves too. So he tried his very best to appear calm and collected, while a storm raged under his skin, growing stronger every day. One hungry face at a time.

The final breaking point approached in front of the circus gates. Halsin had seen the posters advertising the circus time and time again. A clown they all seemed to be excited for. Telling him about the jokes he would tell and all the attractions that could be seen. He did not truly understand the concept of that yet but he was willing to try, if the group decided to visit.

But in a cruel twist of fate, it seemed they did not need to go to the circus but rather it came to them. When it started to dawn, his group decided to pack up for the night, making their way down the roads of Rivington. A rather big crowd had formed cheering a sturdy human man on as he cracked his whip, forcing the animals to dance on small stands, as a middle aged woman played a fast song on a wooden flute. His blood ran hot through his veins as anger seemed to swallow him whole. He could feel the bear in him stir, ready to attack and tear the flesh of this disgusting person's bones. The noise around him made him nauseous. Halsin didn’t know why the fighting started. One moment he was thinking about ripping and screaming and the other he saw his songbird emerge from the crowd, weapon in hand, fighting a cloaked figure. Jumping forth as fur emerged from his skin, he did not care who started it at all. He was glad for the fight.

After the battle was won, Halisin stayed as a bear, wishing for the comfort this shape brought him. His strong body shifting on his paws, every smell more intense but also his mind quieted a little. Everything seemed more manageable like this. But now even as a bear his heart pounded and his breathing did not seem to slow. As Halsin stood still, he noticed that his body was shaking like leafs in the wind, the memories of long bygone times whispering in his mind, demanding to be seen, no matter how much he seemed to push them away. He growled and made his way back to camp with the others. He needed to be away from everything for a while. No one should see him losing control like that.

He did not care what looks he became as he nearly ran through camp, ignoring his name being shouted. There were only his feet, pounding on the ground, coming quicker with every moment until he was sprinting into the first spot of trees he could see, not stopping until his feet reached water. The Lake. Exhaling he pressed his snout into the water only coming up for air when he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He did not want to be alone like this. But also he could not go back, have them ask questions about why. Especially when he did not seem to know either.

A thump behind him alerted him prompting his muscles to tense on instinct. He sprung around, jaws open to expose his sharp teeth. She stopped in her tracks, carefully holding up her hands.

“Halsin? Do you need help? Are you hurt?” Her voice was gentle but Halsin detected an urgency behind it. Looking for a reaction, she slowly stepped close to him, kneeling down an arms length away, her right hand outstretched towards him and stilled. Uncertain his eyes flickered between her and the trees. The light had already vanished, casting her silhouette in blue and gray hues, as she silently waited for him to breach the distance. He realized that she was leaving him the choice: To either come to her or run away if he felt the need.

Desperation clawed at him. Why did he even hold back? What was it good for in the end? She was here now, offering comfort. He would be a fool to deny her. So he took the last step towards her and laid his face into her hand. A sigh escaped her lips, that he could only describe as relieved. Soon enough her fingers started carefully stroking him. Minutes passed, his breathing coming slightly slower than before, his mind gradually clearing from the fog of panic he was lost in.

“Oh my sweet friend.” she whispered, her steady voice not much about a whisper. Her right hand was still on the side of his face, gently caressing him. He did not want to bear the burden anymore, to shoulder it all alone. All the memories of hardship and loss, the memory of himself sitting behind cold and rotting Goblinbars and, before that, behind a closed bedroom door, his eyes tracing the pattern of the carvings on the door time and time again until they burned themselves behind his closed eyes.

It broke him when he saw the eyes of the animals. He knew the look all too well.Some of them had no hope of escaping anymore. Those who did looked like they paid greatly for their resistance: Time and time again under the cruelty of their so called masters. One day even those who held on the longest would give in. They would become the broken puppets the Circus desired. Their fur dulled, their scales spotty. Dancing to some people's badly played lute. Carving patterns into the iron rods. He could have sworn that they would carve and carve like he did-

Halin shuddered and pulled his fangs back. If he would not be in his bear form already, it surely would have been broken free by now. He could taste the blood in his mouth, could free it dripping down on the cold forest floor. Halsin wanted to pull back. He did not want her to see him like this, afraid and grappling for control. He felt his trembling in the trees around them.

When her other hand appeared on his head, he finally looked up. His eyes adjusted in the dark to really look at her. After the fight, she had thrown the upper half of her armor away and traded it for a dirty shirt which by now had been stained with no small amount of blood. With her arms outstretched towards him, he was able to see the smears and stains that appeared blue and purple on her skin and hair. Blood both from her own wounds and those inflicted on others were running over her skin like a river delta. Even though she smelled like blood and sweat and leather, the wind carried the faintest whiff of berries- It startled him. After all this her hair still smelled like herself. It was absurd.

Halsin wondered if he began imagining things. Nevertheless, his tension eased a bit as he allowed himself to step an inch closer, nostrils flared. She smelled lovely, more now than ever.

“Let me help you. My gentle bear, let me heal your wounds.” She whispered again, her hands stroking his fur, beckoning him closer.

My Bear, she had said. If his mind had been clearer, he would have asked her about it. But right now Halsin gave in and pressed his head even harder into her hands. He did not want to think anymore. He wanted to relax into her warm touch and forget.

She pulled him close, guiding his head onto her lap, as she sat on the stained earth below them. Halsin let himself fall to the floor, his strained limbs protesting. The Bear groaned as he adjusted himself to laying on the floor, without bothering his wounds too much. As soon as he stilled, one of her hands started to caress his neck, the other gently touching his snout. It had stopped dripping blood, but he tasted it still on his tongue. He winced again, wishing to wash the foul smell of these people away.

"Shhh." She hummed “ It’s alright. You’re alright. Let me take care of you.” Her hands suddenly stilled. “Can you show me where you are hurt?”

In my heart he wanted to say. But the bear was not able to speak and he was glad for it, his treacherous thoughts would not reach her ear. Instead he forced himself to turn himself on his side, so she could see his stomach. His already dark fur was clumped with strands of blood and dirt, in the night it seemed to be almost black. When he had pushed himself on his hindlegs to strike at his opponents, his soft underpart was exposed just long enough to strike him.

In the darkness she reached over, her hand already glowing. Bowing her head onto his, her forehead silently connecting with him, she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Halsin felt her magic on his body as it encouraged flesh to mend and skin to heal. To him her energy felt like hope in new beginnings. Like the soaring of wings. It felt like being home again. Almost felt like the relief he felt after they saved Thaniel. She truly was his sun, with the way her entire being seemed to emit warm light, his beacon that guided him through the darkest of times. Everywhere she went, it felt summer had begun anew.

Only moments passed until his body was healed, but her hands stayed on his fur long after it. Several minutes went by in silence, with only their breathing filling the space between them. After a while she groaned and repositioned her leg, wincing. Guilt exploded in his chest as he looked up, slightly pulling away from her, reading her expression. She gave him a tired smile, bloodied lips stretching to reveal her dimples. Halsin realized how exhausted she really looked, not only from the battle but rather carrying the weariness of all the weeks in her eyes. And still she went to care for him, before all others.

Halsin wanted nothing more than to keep her to himself, to shield her from all her sorrows and to be held by her in return: To find comfort in each other. The desire to hold her tight seemed to burn through his chest, gnawing his way up until he felt like he could choke. Who was he to ask anything of her? He tried pulling away from her completely, but her hand on his back tightened

“Don’t go away. Please. I don’t want… “ She trailed off. Halsin saw a flicker of anxiety on her face. “Stay, please. Just for a moment.”

She let go, stretching her arms out wide in front of him. An Invitation. Halsin noticed that her eyes held the same request, like the day she asked him to dance and like so many nights before It would only take him so little to accept. He forced himself to push his worry down, as the Bear pushed his head into her hand. In an instant she pulled him close into her chest, pressing her face into his fur. The bear inhaled sharply as her arms tightened around him in a silent plea. It felt like she tried to wrap her entire body around him. Carefully he lifted one of his blood-soaked paws and wrapped himself around her, gently pulling her into his chest. Now she nearly laid on him, her body rising and falling quickly with his ragged breath. It still was very fast.

As if reading his thoughts she murmured: “Breathe with me.” Pushing himself back on his hind legs, he pulled her even further onto him, which earned him a soft laugh from her, and rested his head carefully on her back, observing her steady breathing. Trying to detect a pattern, he started to exhale and inhale in rhythm with her, his heart slowing down little by little. Relief washed over him, gentle but strong, like an ocean wave that came upon the shore. A part of him wondered if she knew how much this calmed him, breathing together as the gentle night breeze carried it away.

Hasin felt her hand begin to draw patterns on his chest, trying to untangle the knots in his fur whenever her fingers catched a particularly bad one and finally closed his eyes. Nothing could coax him away from this moment, having her in his arms, her warmth seeping into his fur, holding a light within him that kept his sorrows at bay. If the world would have ended in this moment, he would not care for it.

After what felt like hours of peaceful silence, he felt her stir again. She hesitated for a moment but then turned her mouth towards his ear and spoke.

Halsin felt like his heart wanted to explode in his chest. Warmth began spreading in his body, sending a pleasant feeling into his exhausted body. My bear. The first time he heard the word could have been a mistake on his part, born of wishful thinking and the blood flowing from his wounds. But she said it again. And again. My bear. Oh to be hers indeed.

Halsin wished her to hold him like this every night, have her close, let her stroke his hair and tell him that there is nothing to worry about, like a prayer that only he could hear. To have her say that he is safe with her again and again until he started believing it again. And he would swear to her that she is safe with him, promising it with every breath, kissing it into her skin. He would be pulling her in his arms softly as either elf or bear. Holding her and letting himself be held. Feeling her body against his, shielding her from harm. Halsin desperately wanted to worship her every inch, calling her all the wondrous things he could think of.

Showing her how much he needed her in any way possible, hearing her scream his name into the night, her moans just as beautiful as her songs. He longed to leave his mark upon her skin, to show everyone how desired she was, for nature had made her so very beautiful, inside and out. If she did not know by then that she was like the sweetest honey to him, he would make sure she knew every day and night.

He scolded himself for being selfish. But her words, the way she called him mine; he wondered if there was any possibility she could return his feelings after all. That she felt the same way he did, when she gazed at him. Why else would she call him my bear? But uncertainty rang loudly in his ears. What would he do, if he was wrong about it? She called the others my friend and some even sweetheart. What if he misunderstood her intentions and she left him, disgusted by his brazen words? No, disgusted by him.

Then he would never be able to look at himself again. Only imagining that she could sneer at him and turn away hurt him beyond comprehension.

Tonight he could not muster the strength. Too sweet was her embrace, too comforting her words. And he was so tired of pretending he possessed strength that had left him years ago.

Nestling even further into her skin, he savored every second. He just wanted to breathe in her scent and pretend that his feelings were returned. Pretend that he was wanted the same way like he wanted her. Pretend that there were better days to come for him, where he could be himself with her. Building a safehouse for everyone who needed it so that no one would ever fear for their lives again. He imagined never carrying so much weight again. But those were far away dreams. No, tonight Halsin could not shoulder the dark shroud of reality. Instead he vowed to ask her about it, to finally ask her if she felt the same. Tomorrow.

If he only knew, how much she yearned to do the same.

#bg3 #halsin #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate halsin #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin x tav #halsin silverbough #halsin fanfiction #tav #honestly i had issues with my Tav at the beginning but she grew on me so quickly #The song options for her camp ballad are either Dream a little Dream of me or Down by the River #Still unsure #Maybe ill write a fic about that too but with her name and more fleshed out backstory

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