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[sigridhawke]

you know i had to put them on my pocket notebook of lore for original novel with some sweet references to dead boy detectives ✨✨

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[eimiette]

late nights

࣪★ ⋆ ˙ ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ── SPENCER REID

SUMMARY: in the quiet moments between solving cases and late night paperwork, you and spencer blur the lines between friendship and something more, navigating the unspoken tension with stolen kisses in dark corners of the bau evidence room. GENRE: smut with plot, idiots in love (again, sorry) CW/TAGS: soft!dom spencer (duh), exhibitionism?, piv sex, oral f!receiving, lots of banter, est!fwb relationship, reader is referred to as a girl, praise asf.

the bullpen was nearly deserted, save for you and spencer reid, who were still chained to your desks, slogging through the seemingly endless pile of paperwork. the hum of the overhead lights and the occasional rustle of paper filled the quiet. everyone else had long since headed home, but you were too stubborn to leave until the job was done—and spencer was, well, spencer.

you glanced over at him, amused by how intensely he was concentrating on his work. his brow was furrowed, and his pen moved quickly over the report, as if he were solving a puzzle instead of filling out the same tedious forms as you. the sight made you smirk.

“hey, genius,” you called out, breaking the silence. “you got a second?”

he didn’t bother looking up. “for you? always,” he replied, his tone so casual it almost sounded sincere.

“great. i need your help in the evidence room,” you continued, stacking up a few files on your desk. “figured you could speed things up with that supercomputer brain of yours.”

he finally looked up, quirking an eyebrow. “and what, exactly, do i get out of this arrangement?”

you grinned. “the satisfaction of knowing you’re contributing to a more organized workspace. and, you know, my eternal gratitude.”

spencer sighed in mock resignation, setting down his pen. “fine. but only because i can’t stand to watch you fumble around in there any longer.”

you laughed as you led him down the hallway. “oh, please. we both know you live for this stuff. reorganizing the evidence room? it’s like christmas came early for you.”

he rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked up in a small smile. “if this is your idea of christmas, remind me not to accept any holiday invitations from you.”

you reached the heavy door of the evidence room and pushed it open, flipping on the overhead light. “i don’t know, i think you’d have fun. nothing like a little chaos to keep you on your toes.”

“or give me a migraine,” spencer muttered, stepping inside and taking in the rows of shelves filled with boxes and files. “alright, what’s the plan?”

“simple,” you said, setting the files down on a metal table in the center of the room. “we’ve got to merge these old case files into the new system. you’re a walking rolodex, so i’m counting on you to make this as painless as possible.”

he shot you a sideways look. “i see. so i’m just here to do all the thinking?”

“you got it,” you replied with a grin. “and i’m here to provide moral support and keep you entertained.”

“lucky me,” he said dryly, but there was a spark of amusement in his eyes as he crouched down to examine the boxes on the lower shelves. “i hope your idea of entertainment is better than your idea of organizing.”

you crouched down beside him, nudging him with your shoulder. “you wound me, reid. i thought we were in this together.”

he snorted softly. “yeah, together in the sense that i’m doing all the work, and you’re supervising.”

“hey, i’m contributing,” you shot back, pulling a box toward you. “i’m providing witty commentary. keeps things interesting.”

he shook his head, but his smile grew. “i’ll give you that. it’s definitely not boring.”

you fell into an easy rhythm, working side by side as you sorted through the files. the banter flowed naturally, the quiet hum of the evidence room providing a backdrop to your back-and-forth. every now and then, you’d catch spencer watching you out of the corner of his eye, and each time, he’d quickly look away, like he’d been caught at something.

at one point, you both reached for the same box at the same time, your hands brushing. you felt a spark of something—maybe it was just static, maybe it was more—and you glanced up to find him looking right at you, closer than you realized.

“careful,” you said with a smirk, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “people might think you’re trying to hold my hand.”

he didn’t move his hand away. instead, his eyes held yours, the corner of his mouth lifting. “like what? that i’m trying to be helpful?”

you chuckled. “or that you’re trying to get handsy.”

he smirked. “not sure that’s a compliment”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “it’s not. but you know, you keep this up, and someone’s gonna catch on.”

“maybe,” he replied, his voice low, “but that didn’t stop you last time.”

you rolled your eyes, leaning in slightly. “last time, we were off the clock. think you can pull this off at work?”

reid's eyes hung low,“i’m a fan of multitasking. besides, you always say i need to get out of my comfort zone.”

you gave him a playful smirk, leaning in closer. “is that what you’re calling this? because it feels more like you’re trying to test your luck.”

reid’s eyes widened, feigning innocence. “i’m just here to help you with the evidence. if you’re reading anything more into it, that’s all on you.”

you raised an eyebrow and he let out a soft chuckle, his hand lightly brushing your arm. “i promise, i’m just focused on finding those files. though if you think my intentions are less than professional, well, maybe you’re the one with a wild imagination.”

you let your hand trail lightly along his chest, raising an eyebrow. “oh, i’m sure you’re ‘focused,’ but i don’t think it’s on the evidence files.”

reid’s smile widened, his gaze dropping to where your hand rested. “noticed, did you? guess i can’t help but be a little distracted when you’re this close.”

you held your breath as reid gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering to cup your cheek. the touch was soft, but the way he looked at you made your pulse quicken.

“you know,” he began, his voice low and earnest, “i’ve been thinking about you all night. can’t seem to focus on anything else.”

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “oh? and why’s that?”

he let his fingers trail gently down from your cheek to your waist, his touch making you shiver slightly. “partly because you’re wearing that skirt. it’s just... distracting.”

you felt a jolt at his touch, his fingers brushing lightly under the hem of your shirt. “distracting, huh? how so?”

reid’s gaze dropped to where his hand rested on your waist, his fingers barely grazing your skin. “every time i tried to work, all i could think about was how you looked—how you’ve been driving me fucking insane since you walked in.”

his fingers trailed lightly under the bottom of your shirt, his touch gentle and deliberate. you held your breath, feeling the heat of his hand against your skin.

“you’re making it really hard to stay professional,” he continued, his voice low and husky. “i keep imagining what it’d be like if you were closer, if i could...”

you felt a rush of warmth at his words and his touch. “and what if i don’t mind a little distraction?”

reid’s eyes flickered with a mix of desire and appreciation. “if that’s the case, then i’m more than happy to be distracted.”

without warning, reid’s body pressed against yours, and you could feel the raw heat emanating from him. his lips were soft yet demanding as they captured yours, and your hands instinctively reached up to entangle in his hair. the sensation of his lips moving against yours was electrifying, making your heart race and your skin tingle.

reid's hands found your waist, gripping tightly as he maneuvered you backwards. your back collided with the smooth surface of a nearby desk, papers scattering to the floor unheeded. in one fluid motion, he lifted you onto its edge, positioning himself between your legs. the wood was cool against your flushed skin as reid pressed his body flush against yours.

his lips broke away from your mouth, trailing a searing path along your jawline. you tilted your head back with a soft gasp, granting him better access as he kissed down the column of your throat. his breath was hot against your skin, each exhalation sending tingles of electricity coursing through your body.

reid's voice was low and husky as he murmured against your neck. "you're so pretty," reid whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. his lips brushed against your skin as he spoke, the sensation igniting sparks of pleasure. "been wanting you all day beautiful."

his hands roamed your body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. you felt yourself responding, a familiar warmth building low in your belly. reid's fingers danced along your curves as he continued murmuring praises and promises.

"’gonna make you feel so good," he purred, nipping gently at your earlobe.

your breath hitched as his words and touch inflamed your desire. you pressed closer, craving more contact. a soft moan escaped your lips as reid's hands found sensitive spots, expertly stoking your arousal.his hands slid up your thighs, pushing your skirt up to expose your bare skin. his fingers dipped under the lace of your panties, tracing tantalizing patterns. he leaned in to kiss you again, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. you could taste the sweetness of the coffee he'd had earlier as his tongue explored your mouth.

with a growl, he tugged at your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them aside. the cold metal of the desk against your bare skin made you gasp, but the shock quickly dissipated as reid's fingers found your slick folds. he stroked your clit, eliciting a breathy moan.

your body arched involuntarily as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. "fuck, spence..."

reid smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "god, you're so wet already," he groaned, his voice husky with desire.

he leaned down to kiss you again, swallowing your moans as his fingers continued their maddening rhythm. his other hand cupped your breast, squeezing gently through the fabric of your shirt. you were lost in the sensations, your body moving in sync with reid's.

he broke the kiss, his eyes raking over you hungrily, “"i want to taste you so badly."

without waiting for a response, he knelt before you, spreading your thighs. his lips grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, causing a rush of pleasure. his breath was hot and intoxicating as he worked his way up, teasing you.

“spread your legs baby, that’s it… wider.” his hands slid up your calves, his palms rough against your skin. his fingertips danced along your thighs, sending waves of electricity coursing through you.

his voice was low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine. you obeyed, your knees falling apart, revealing yourself to him.

reid's tongue traced along the crease where your thigh met your hips, teasing you.

“spence…” you whined, arching into him, craving his touch.

his hands slid higher, pushing your skirt further up and exposing your soaked center. he licked his lips, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"fuck, baby, you look so good like this." he leaned in, his lips ghosting over your core. "so pretty and wet... so ready for me."

a whimper escaped your throat as his breath washed over you. your hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently, urging him to continue. he complied, his tongue flicking out to trace the outline of your lips. you shuddered at the sensation, your hips bucking involuntarily.

reid's fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place as he lapped at your center. you moaned, your head falling back against the desk.

"tastes so good," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin.

you rocked your hips, grinding against his mouth, desperate for more friction. he responded, his tongue circling your clit, teasing you.

"spence..." you panted, your voice hoarse.

his eyes flicked up to meet yours, his pupils dilated with lust.

"yes?"

"i need... please..."

"what do you need, baby?"

you bit your lip, struggling to form words.

"please, spence, i need you. i need you inside me. please."

your words sent a visible shudder through him. he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire.

"since you asked so nicely..."

with a groan, he stood, undoing his belt and zipper with frantic urgency. his cock sprang free, hard and aching. you reached for him, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly. he pressed his lips to yours, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss.

reid's lips never left yours as his hand shifted to his back pocket, smoothly pulling out his wallet. his movements were quick but deliberate, fingers deftly sliding inside to retrieve a condom. as he did, you began unbuttoning his shirt, your fingers working swiftly down the row of buttons, each one exposing more of his skin. his breath hitched slightly at the sensation of your touch, his focus torn between getting the condom and the feel of your hands on him. you could feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as you pushed his shirt open, and he held the condom up with a small, breathless grin, his eyes locked on yours.

he tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom onto his cock with practiced ease. with a soft moan, he positioned himself between your thighs, his erection pressing against your entrance. you gripped his shoulders, lifting your hips slightly to meet him, impatient and eager.

he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue darting out to taste you. you moaned softly, returning his kiss, your tongues dancing together.

"spence, please."

he nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he pushed into you.

you gasped at the sensation, your body arching off the desk, desperate for more. he was hot and hard, stretching and filling you, setting every nerve ending on fire. he began to move, slow and steady, his eyes locked on yours.

"you feel so good, pretty girl," he groaned, his voice husky.

he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, guiding you as he increased his pace, “"wrap your legs around my waist."

your body complied without thought, locking him into place. the change in angle had you gasping and moaning as the delicious friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

reid's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling forward, his lips brushing against yours. he guided your back to the desk top and held you there, thrusting into you, his pace relentless.

your breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as the pressure built inside you. your fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as you climbed toward the peak.

"don't close your eyes, baby. look at me."

you forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze, losing yourself in his brown eyes.

"that's it, beautiful. so fucking beautiful," he praised.

he shifted his weight, changing the angle once again, his hips grinding against yours.

the sensation was too much, and you felt yourself tumbling over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you.

spencer buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning as you clenched around him, milking him. he thrust into you once, twice, and then he was coming, his body shuddering with pleasure.

the two of you collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, reid's weight pinning you to the desk. you lay there, his heartbeat thudding against yours, his breath hot on your skin.

sitting up from the desk, you felt a gentle, lingering warmth from the moment as you stretched. reid stepped closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. his touch was tender but filled with the lingering heat of the encounter.

with a gentle hand, he guided you to your feet, helping you up from the desk. as you stood, your legs trembled slightly. you pulled up your skirt as spencer also redressed. “so,” you teased, nudging his side, “is this where you quote some obscure fucking statistic about how good sex improves cognitive function or something?”

reid chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with that familiar spark of mischief. “actually, studies show that it releases a significant amount of oxytocin, which can enhance bonding and trust. not that you needed an excuse.”

you rolled your eyes, helping him button up his shirt “trust you to turn this into a science lesson. oh my god you might as well give a damn ted talk on the benefits of cuddling?”

“maybe i will,” he replied, his fingers gently massaging your back. “did you know cuddling for 10 minutes releases enough endorphins to improve mood significantly?”

you let out a dramatic sigh, though a smile tugged at your lips. “spencer reid, you are a fucking nerd, and i mean that affectionately. but at least you’re a nerd with good hands.”

he grinned, shifting a little closer. “i’ll take that as a compliment. besides, i think i deserve some credit for that multitasking earlier.”

you laughed, your head resting against his chest. “okay, fine. you did okay. maybe even a little better than okay.”

“a little?” he scoffed, feigning offense. “i think i deserve more than ‘a little better than okay.’”

reid’s expression turned serious, though his eyes were still light and looked at you with affection. “as much as i’d love to bask in compliments, we do have paperwork to finish.”

you sighed, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “i’ll deal with hotch’s scolding in the morning. for now, how about we skip the paperwork and head to my place?” you pouted, pleading with your eyes and held your hands behind your back, feigning innocence as you waited for his response.

reid’s smile softened, clearly charmed by your playful act. “you know, i don’t think i can say no to that.”

you grinned up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “this is exactly why you’re my best friend.”

reid smirked, his arms encircling your waist. “glad i’m still in the running for that title.”

he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling back with a fond glint in his eyes. with a shared laugh, he guided you out of the office. as you both made your way to the parking lot, your giggles echoed in the hallway like a couple of a couple of teenagers sneaking out past dark.

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[fattummyt]

Logan "Wolverine" Howlett (X-Men)/Plus-Size Female Reader - A Good Kind of Trouble 🌶️

Logan was the winner of my fanfic poll by a landslide so enjoy this oldy but goody smut.

Summary: You reconnect and rekindle an old romance with an old flame.

Tags: sexual tension, flirtation, plus size reader, uniform kink, diners, waitress, cunnilingus, oral, car sex, incomplete fic

Warnings: explicit, fowl language, cigarettes, drinking alcohol, mentions of health, pathologizing food

Author's Notes: Raise your hand if you also grew up watching X-Men and never recovered from Hugh Jackman's Wolverine. 🤚🏾As you can tell by the ending, this is unfinished but I figured I'd post what I have so far and finish it later. Y/N = Your name.

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"The only trouble I get is you." He smirked, pressing a cigarette between his lips. "What kind of trouble is that?"

You squeezed into your diner uniform.

Y'all didn't have the mercy of wearing the black bottoms and mustard yellow polos like some restaurant chains. Instead you wore the button down dress uniform of the last "big" girl who worked there.

It was clear in the fit of the dress that she was a bit shorter than you and smaller in the stomach and the bust, but those kinks would be ironed out once your new uniform arrived, your manager said… one month ago.

The gentle roar of a well burned out engine approached and you watched in quiet judgement as the motorcyclist parked, sloppily taking up two spots before leaning the bike on its kickstand.

The tiny bell dinged at the swing of the door opening.

"Logan!" You gasped, giddy spreading through your belly as you rushed through the swinging paddle door behind the counter, lunging straight into his open armed hug.

"It's been a while." He muttered, arms heavy as he hugged briefly around your shoulders.

"What're you doing here?" You asked.

"What's it look like? I came to eat." He pulled back for a moment, glancing up and down the borderline skimpy uniform dress they had you wearing.

His arched brows and questioning expression said it all.

"It's only part time. Til' I can save up for a place. That's all."

His eyes scanned the diner, no customers unless you count the few gnats that found their way in.

"Men don't give you no trouble here, do they?"

You shook your head, "We got a couple regulars from the butch biker club down the way that treat me real nice. They walk me to my car on the late shifts. And do some bouncing around here, too."

He nodded, convinced.

"Ladies aren't giving you no trouble either, huh?"

"The only trouble I get is you."

He smirked, pressing a cigarette between his lips.

"What kind of trouble is that?"

Your manager stepped from behind the counter, and you bit back your witty response in exchange for a brief smirk.

"Y/N, set the tables for me while I help this man, would ya?"

"Sure thing, Johnny." You squirmed away, Logan's eyes following the hem of your dress as you busied yourself, loading the tables with seasonings and condiments.

Logan turned to face the man, sensing a bit of animosity.

"Y'all serve beer in the AM here?"

Johnny gave the place a once over, whispering. "As long as you're not a cop."

"Gimme whatever pale ale you got."

He nodded, turning through the panel doors into the kitchen. Logan caught your subtle glance across the room, finding himself a seat at the counter.

Your manager returned sliding a sweaty bottle down the counter. "Cheers."

Logan stopped it with his hand, raising his brow as he examined the bottle.

"All we have is stout." Johnny answered.

The two stared each other down briefly before you wedged yourself between, sliding Logan a menu.

"Can I interest you in our special this morning, sir?"

Logan slid the menu back. "Gimme whatever you think's good."

"Well are you allergic to a--." "Y/N." Your manager interrupted, irritation in his voice. "Go get cookin."

You glanced nervously between the two men as you took the menu back, rushing into the kitchen.

"I won't have you bothering my female staff, sir. If you're looking for companionship, I suggest you check out the gentleman's club a couple miles north of here. Seems more your scene."

Logan blinked to the swinging doors, then back to him, a snide look on his face.

"Understand me? Or I'll call the cops and get your clunker out there towed.”

Logan exhaled smoke through his nostrils, holding his grimace until Johnny backed down, leaving and joining you in the back where you were plating a couple pieces of bacon.

"Y/N." Your manager spoke. "You come find me if he starts giving you problems, okay?"

"Don't worry, Johnny. That's just my friend. Logan." You chuckled as you switched spots and he took over manning the stove.

"Your friend makes my ass itch." He called out as you stepped through the door.

Logan, having overhead him, greeted you with a scowl you knew all too well.

"He didn't grill you too hard did he?" You asked.

"Still in one piece ain't he?"

You giggled and slid him a small plate of bacon, drawing him out of his newly soured mood.

"You gonna be here long?"

"No. Just another 15. My coworker had a late shift at the club."

"So no plans, then?"

You leaned over the counter, grabbing a piece of bacon from his plate, your cleavage peeking over the low buttoned collar of your uniform.

"Why? You wanna get me in some more trouble?"

"Only a good kind of trouble."

You smirked as he raised a piece of bacon to his lips before dropping it to the plate.

"Thought you could trick me into eating turkey bacon, huh, missy?"

You sighed, "Logan, you're either drinking and smoking everytime I see you. I just wanted to give you something healthier."

His eyes trickled down to your cleavage then back to your eyes before he reluctantly took a bite, followed by a sip of beer.

"Feeling healthier already." He smirked as you rested your head on your hand, pulling the bottle from his hand in favor of downing the rest of the bottle yourself. Defiantly setting it on the counter.

Were it not for the burp that followed, Logan might've kissed the beer off those lips.

�� Let's be real, he'd still kiss you.

"Now you're much healthier."

Now with a some alcohol in your system, you felt no hesitation in uttering your next words.

"Take me for a ride on your bike."

"Hell no." He scoffed, chewing down another piece of bacon. "You hear that thing? Piece of shit barely took me here."

"Not even to take me home?" You asked coyly.

You both sat still for a moment eyeing each other as he mulled over that well dressed invitation in his head, your eyes flickered to his keys again. 

As soon as you slapped your hand over them he grabbed your hand, his grip strong and true.

"Gotta work on your poker face."

His palm was warm as it lingered there a moment, suddenly recoiling as the kitchen doors swung open.

"Order up." Your manager called over, setting a shroom and Swiss cheese omelet to the counter in front of Logan.

He eyed you both snidely before continuing. "Can I get you a refill on your uh, drink?"

"I'd like the food to go, if it ain't too much trouble." Logan reached into his back pocket, pulling out a wad of cash and tossing it on the counter. "The drink too."

Logan glanced over to see your disapproving expression.

Johnny slapped his hands over the large bills, sneaking them into his apron pocket faster than you could grab Logan's keys.

"Not a problem."

You reached into your breast pocket, tossing the unsuspecting Logan a ring of keys-- which he caught effortlessly. As expected.

"It's the silver SUV out front. Leave that fixer-upper here."

He didn't speak, but his eyebrow quirk said it all.

He, admittedly, didn't quite know what to do with the thing you just handed him.

There was no key on the damn thing. It's just buttons. He glanced anxiously to the front where a car behind him pulled up and in walked another woman, your coworker probably.

He eyed the fob and pressed the horn button by mistake, almost sending his breakfast falling to the ground.

You walked outside to see Logan sitting in the passenger side seat of your car.

How respectful of him to not assume he was driving. Somebody's trained him well.

"No radio?" You smiled, plopping into the drivers side seat beside him.

His eyes followed the steadily rising hem of your dress as you shifted in your seat.

"Couldn't figure out the damn thing."

You pressed the ignition button, starting a quiet rumble in the car and he blinked dumbly at you.

"Somebody was hungry." You chuckled, glancing at the empty food containers scattered across your dashboard.

"Had to make room in the back."

You held his gaze for a moment, a knowing smirk rising on your lips.

"Where to?"

Your destination was a small piece of brush and trees that made the perfect spot to tuck your car in the shade.

Once there, he promptly unbuckled his seat belt and tugged off his leather jacket, revealing his sculpted hairy arms and a tattered gray wife beater.

His hand slid beneath your dress, tugging your panties down your legs.

Teal. His new favorite color.

"Can I at least change out of my uniform first?"

"Leave it on."

His fingers brushed over your pussy and he swore he'd never felt anything more pleasant.

Logan wasn't a huge fan of cars. He liked the open air that bikes provided and the sounds of nature behind a booming engine, but your moans had good acoustics in the large car, particularly with the middle row of seats lowered and his face pressed between your thighs.

Your hands clutched lovingly in his hair as his lips on your clit drew unsteady breaths from you.

Strong hands held your legs steady as they trembled with the adrenaline of your upcoming climax.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

heyy idk if u still write for percy jackson or not ,, but if u do could u pls write a percy jackson x reader fluff?

Does this count as fluff? 🦦

‘Do you ever take anything seriously for more than five minutes?’ You hissed at Percy who was crouched down next to you, looking over your shoulder for an escape route before looking at you with a smile.

‘Four minutes is my maximum but there’s always room for improvement.’ Percy replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as you groaned in response, wondering why you even bothered asking in the first place when the answer was quite clear; You even started questioning whether or not it was the smartest decision you’ve ever made in asking him to pair up with you for this because it seemed that Percy would often make his sarcastic, witty comments whenever the opportunity arrived for a more serious hand.

‘I’m severely doubting that.’ You muttered and that was enough for Percy to switch up his approach and grabbed your hand, gently but firm. ‘Hey,’ you looked back at him hopelessly, causing him to strengthen his hold on your hand, ‘I promised that I’d get us out of here and-‘

‘We’re cornered Percy.’ You cut in, already having accepted your losses and wanted it to be all over with. ‘We’ll never win against them, it’s hopeless and besides why didn’t you save yourself when you had the chance?’ You laughed humourlessly. ‘You could’ve thrown me to them and still win the whole thing, after all I’m not as smart as Annabeth or as strong as you or Thalia. So tell me what good could come from getting yourself cornered here with me?’

Percy clenched his jaw at that and said without hesitation. ‘At least I get to be with you at the end of everything.’ Your eyes widened. ‘I wasn’t going to leave you, alright? I couldn’t leave you back there even if I tried because you know as much as I that isn’t who I am.’ Percy then leaned his forehead against yours as he spoke again but this time it was barely above a whisper as though he didn’t want anyone else to hear this but you. ‘I’m never leaving your side, not now, not ever. even if it kills me, I’ll still be there by your side; Victory and Valour be damned.’

You were left speechless and taken aback by how impassioned his speech was that you felt as though you could take on anything and everything, so much that you found yourself reinvigorated with the need to see this through and make it out the other side the winners. Percy, happy to see the spark back in your eyes smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing his head against it once more with a fire in his eyes.

‘Now, what do you say we show ‘em what we’re made of?’ He asks and you mirror the smirk he had on his lips.

‘Let’s go and kick some Ares and Aphrodite kids’ ass.’ You replied.

On a count of three, you and Percy leaped out from your cover and ran towards Silena and Clarisse with your weapons raised, the pair were more then ready and waiting to draw you both out of hiding, also leapt into action.

Tag rugby in Camp Half Blood was a vicious game and tended to bring the worst out of everyone but at least you could say you’ve won one game with Percy by your side.

[thosegayoldmen]

Sevenish Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags guys! @elodiah @insomniaflarrow @kcscribbler & @boredintjqueen 😘

This is from an old wip I actually forgot about until recently. It's a direct follow on from this 😊

Yes, I know I said this would be done soon and yes, I know I failed in that mission shhhhhh 😂

Said ‘cuts and bruises’ are actually more accurately multiple lacerations across Loki’s body, coupled with what Mobius suspects to be at least one fractured rib and a seriously sprained ankle.

They'd hobbled back through a timedoor together after their mission had gone badly. Badly was an understatement actually, the casual recon mission having very quickly turned into a fight with a variant who was far stronger than either of them were prepared for.

It didn't help Mobius’ conscious that the main reason Loki had gotten so injured was from protecting him. The God would have had no trouble throwing up a shield in time to save himself, if he wasn't also worried about his squishy mortal companion.

Mobius’ jaw clenches at the memory of Loki throwing his seiðr over him instead, watching from behind his shielding as Loki took the full hit, propelled backwards and into the nearest wall. Mobius had been at Loki’s side as quickly as the shield had dropped, and he'd managed to use the last of his strength to teleport them far enough away for Mobius to get a timedoor open.

He’s thankful at least that Loki hadn't argued with him when he'd led them back to his apartment. Wrangling a stubborn God who thinks he’s invincible into disinfecting his wounds is no mean feat, but the last thing Mobius needs is Loki getting an infection out of pure stubbornness.

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[distracteddream]

Seven Sentence Sunday

I’m slowly poking at this cowboy Lokius bed sharing prompt fill still. (Not that I’ve forgotten my other WIPs!) One day my brain power will return. I hope.

His hands dove into Loki’s hair. There was a quick flash of tension in Loki’s features, one Mobius prayed wouldn’t get him shot, before Mobius brought their mouths together.

He kissed Loki like he wanted to drown in him. Maybe it was coming so close to meeting his maker or maybe it was his gratitude to Loki for saving him. Or maybe it was his own relief that Loki was safe - a feeling he was becoming far too familiar with every time he finally laid eyes on Loki once more. Or Mobius might have just given into his desires like he always wanted to when Loki was with him.

The truth of why he was kissing Loki breathless was probably some combination of all of it.

Thanks for the tags @insomniaflarrow and @elodiah!

Tagging @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @lokimobius @mirilyawrites @in-my-loki-feels @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @lgwilt @hauntedcoyote @insert-witty-user-name-here @andthekitchensinkao3 @wolfpup026 @mobius-m-mobius

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

hello! i’m not sure if ur taking requests but maybe an astarion x bard! tav who is neutral good? ik in game he hates it when we’re nice, so i’m wondering how you think he’d handle a tav who is not only kind but also not really interested in sex

Oooh, I like this! Time to bring out the bitchy cat energy. Because he is a bitch. Lot of Act 1 in game references here btw. Sfw, but y'know, Astarion sad boy backstory is always looming. Also conveniently ignoring the canon fact that Astarion doesn't know how to swim because I can~~~

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Astarion supposed he could have come across a worse rag-tag crew of undesirables to associate with. It was made clear, disturbingly quickly, that he wouldn't have made it out here on his own. Not with the goblins and cultists lurking around every corner. And a damn vampire hunter for gods' sake.

Astarion could have done much worse than this merry-band of weirdos. Like laying dead in a ditch for instance. That said, it didn't change the fact that he was quickly growing tired of their leader's antics.

You were just so annoying. So selfless, in one of the stupidest ways he had ever seen. For one thing, why one earth would you ever trust a gith or Shar priestess? Or a vampire spawn for that matter. How no one had stabbed you in the back yet was beyond him, considering how you gave them every opportunity to do so.

Not that Astarion would, or at least not yet. But he could. Easily, considering all the misguided trust you had put in him.

But despite your flaws, he had to admit that you were capable, that much was clear. You were strong, quick, witty, and not above deception to keep the peace. He.... liked that about you, in a way. The extent to how far you would go to save others. It was courageous, as well as incredibly stupid, but he could respect it.

Slightly.

it helped that you were a cute little thing, even with the aggravating sunshine personality. Cute enough for Astarion to start thinking of... certain options. You would be easy to manipulate, he was sure of that. Enough so where his life could become one of your top priorities. You already seemed to like him, without him turning on the charm. It would be so easy to get you wrapped around his finger, with nothing but a few shiny words and some pleasant bed-warming. Nothing that he hadn't done before. And if anything, your absurd levels of kindness could.... make everything a little more pleasant than what he was used to. Gods willing.

And tonight seemed as good a time as any, considering everyone was still on a high from being the tiefling's heroes. You were excitedly talking at him, adorable in a frankly infuriating way. Or maybe the wine was working on him more than he had anticipated, he wasn't quite sure. But... your smile seemed extra enchanting tonight.

Enough so for him to get to the point after you asked how he was feeling, "I'm just looking for a little more excitement. A little more fun."

You cocked your head at him, innocently confused as he continued, "You know, we could always make our own entertainment darling. Get a little closer, so to speak."

"Sure!" You said, jumping on the opportunity faster than even Astarion had expected, "Can we do it now?"

Astarion blinked, pleased if not a bit surprised. He's not wholly against giving the camp a show, though the children still lurking about definitely put a damper on things. But maybe if you went far enough away...

"And can I choose what we do?" You asked, a wide smile on your face.

Astarion laughed, delighted at just how easy this was going to be, "Depends on how adventurous you're planning on being."

He hadn't expected you to grab his hand, easily intertwining your fingers with a smile, "I can show you."

Astarion hadn't been prepared for the quick escalation of events, but he was happy to abide by it. He nodded his head, giving your hand a small squeeze before saying, "Then lead the way."

And lead the way you did, right to the Waypoint of the swamp. Not exactly the most romantic place to be having sex, but Astarion had done worse. That was until you conjured the dancing lights, the dreary darkness suddenly transforming what should have been a putrid bog into a dreamy landscape, filled with flowers and freshwater.

Astarion looked to you, eyes wide, "How...?"

"We purified it!" You announced with a massive grin, "We did it this morning, before the party. Halsin and the other druids came down, I amped up their magic with a fantastic song, and bam! No more stench of the hag. Isn't it pretty?"

That... sounded exactly like something you would do, sweet thing that you were. Astarion nodded as he looked around, a little touched that you brought him here at all.

But as nice as the gesture was, he wasn't here for strictly fun. He had a plan, one that you were doing a wonderful job of putting into motion. Considering how you were in the middle of pulling your shirt over your head.

You looked at him expectantly, laughing a little when he rushed to join you. But before he could get his underclothes off, you were stepping away from him and... jumping into the water?

Astarion stared as you sputtered up to the surface, wiping your face with a loud laugh, "My gods, it's cold!"

"What on earth are you doing?" He called out to you, cautiously walking towards the water, "Are you trying to freeze to death?"

"Oh, hush!" You said, waving your hand in the air with a splash, "If we can kill an entire goblin camp than we can handle some cold water. Now get in already!"

Had he mentioned that you were aggravating yet?

But he hadn't made it this far to back out now. Besides, this was far from being on the list of the worst seduction tactics that he had to endure. Though it may have been the oddest one. Astarion couldn't remember a single time that jumping into a purified water pool led to lovemaking. But there was a first for everything. Though it didn't help that the water was indeed freezing.

"For fuck's sake," Astarion cursed when he came up for air, "This is your definition of fun?"

You giggled as you swam towards him, stopping to wrap your arms around his neck with a smile. Another unexpected move from you, a factor that he hadn't expected, but found oddly endearing.

You were playing with a lock of his wet hair, twisting it between your fingers as he wrapped his arms around you, "Well the fun part hasn't started yet."

Astarion laughed softly, his eyes zeroing in on your lips, "Is it about to start now?"

"I think it is," You whispered back, "You ready for it?"

"More than you know," Astarion murmured, leaning in to finally connect your mouth.

But before he could press his lips against yours you were dodging him, giggling as you whispered in his ear, "Good. Let's race."

And then you were pulling away from him entirely, diving under the water just to show back up a few feet away, a manic grin on your face, "Whoever gets to the opposite bank first wins!"

And then you were off, swimming away. You little cheater. Astarion didn't even think as he want after you, a childish competitiveness taking over. You still won, of course you did with that large of a head start, but he managed to beat you on the second and third try.

By his fourth win you were officially pouting, which only devolved into a splashing fight from there. One that he gracefully let you win.

It was all so stupid. Completely juvenile and beneath him. But then why was he having so much fun?

Eventually, you both got out of the water, opting to sit on the bank as you talked. Just... talking. Nothing more, and about the silliest things:

"If Halsin can turn into a bear, do you think I could learn how to grow an extra finger or two? It would make the lute playing so much easier."

"If you don't mind looking like a freak than sure. Are you thinking of literally growing them or having them attached?"

"If, and just hypothetically, Lae'zel and Shadowheart fought to the death, who would win?"

"Darling in all honesty, I think it would just devolve into lesbian sex."

"If you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would it be?"

"...I think it would be here."

It was a startlingly fun conversation, one that had Astarion being sincere in ways that made him uncomfortable. But that didn't stop him from participating. The two of you talked about anything and everything until the sky started to lighten, both of you leaning into each other as you watched the sunrise.

That was something Astarion would never tire of, how beautiful the light and sky looked at the start of the day. Part of him still couldn't believe that he was able to see it at all, after two centuries of darkness. But now here he was, sitting on a peaceful riverbank after talking the night away, almost like... like he was a person. A real person who mattered. With someone who somehow thought the same.

You sighed, your head resting on Astarion's shoulder as you watched the pink sky, "We should head back soon. Before anyone starts to worry."

Astarion nodded, his heart clenching the slightest bit when you pulled away to stand. He... didn't want this to end. Not yet. Not when he-actually now that he thought about it, he hadn't done anything in the past eight hours that he had planned. The two of you hadn't even kissed, despite the fact that you had spent the vast majority of the night wet and in your undergarments.

How in the hells did that happen?

Astarion was still trying to figure that out as you tossed his shirt and pants his way. He stood, hastily putting it on while he struggled to figure out what to say next. He was completely off his usual script, at a complete loss as you re-opened the magical waypoint.

You turned back to look at him, that same sweet smile on your face that you had been wearing the whole night, "You ready to go?"

Astarion wasn't the type to stutter, but that's where he found himself when he blurted out, "I- wait- I mean, is that it?"

You cocked your head at him with a tiny frown, one that Astarion wanted off of your face immediately, "Did you not have fun?"

"I didn't say that, but it wasn't exactly the fun that I was referring to," Astarion said as he closed the distance between you, regaining a fraction of his usual forced confidence. Why were you so good at making him feel off-kilter?

He took your hand in his, reverting back to the seduction tactics he knew as he used his other hand to tilt your chin up, "I was thinking something a little more... intimate."

"I know what you meant," You said with a little laugh, giving his hand a small squeeze, "But my way seemed just as enjoyable, don't you think?"

"Darling, that's not exactly the point I was trying to make."

"Oh, I'm aware, but it was mine," You said easily, standing on your tip toes to kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you Astarion. It was fun, and I hope we can spend more time together like that in the future."

And just like that you were pulling away again, letting go off his hand to step into the portal, the feeling of your lips against his skin still lingering as you disappeared. Despite himself, Astarion brought his fingers up to where you kissed him, standing there like an imbecile as new feelings started to course through him. Emotions that he had no names for.

Maybe... this was going to be a lot harder than he thought it would.

[codywanweek]

Taglist

Here's where you can find all entries of this year's codywanweek on the tumblr blog! I was doing some prep for making the masterlist and I figured I'd share this :)

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Soulmate AU

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Broad:

I love you like the sun

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Bottom Cody

"Good boy"

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5th Anniversary

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Do I Know You? - Part 3

Warnings: Minor Violence, Blood, Identity Theft

Summary: The other shoe falls and Lullaby has to try and escape from the imposter in their nest. Their abilities allow them a slight edge, but will it be enough until their family and Khopesh can arrive to save them?

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Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK! You fight your trembling hands as you try to undo the lock to the bathroom window. Every click of the latch feels like it echoes, and with how sharp Astarte hearing is, it Just might be more accurate than hyperbole.

“My Dar-ling?” That fucking voice calls to you from the living room, and knowing what you do now, it makes you want to vomit. 

But you push that down, or rather…you Use that to your advantage. 

“BLEHgH Ugh…don't come in…” You fake through the locked door, actually decently convincing. “I don't know what's wrong, but I think something bad is hitting my stomach. Just give me a few minutes to sort this out.” You turn on the sink full blast and even add flushing the toilet.

The imitation of your Sweetness talks Gently to you through the door. “I could help you Dearest. Let me make sure you're well.”

Revulsion curdles in your gut like sour milk filled with maggots. “No! No no…” Think THINK! “The Last time you tried to help, the smell hit your nose so badly you ended up vomiting in the tub! And your acid spit ruined the shower tiles!” You lie, and turn on the shower as well. “Just let me handle this! I think a shower and a good soak will help. I'll just keep bouncing back and forth till this passes.”

“Alright…just ask me if you need anything, Dearest…” The interloper concedes, and you hear the steps move away from the door. 

“No worries~ Ulp ugh…Love you~” You add in a saccharine voice, and with more feigning sick for good measure, then you turn back to the window.

Thankfully it's big enough for you to squeeze through, though it is a bit of a climb and scramble to get through. A tiny part of your mind winces at leaving water running but this Isn't a normal situation. 

You're about half way into the dark morning outside when there's a sudden jiggling at the door knob. Alongside a call of, “Darling? What are you doing dear?”

You nearly panic. “I told you! I'm fine, I don't want you messing up the tiles!”

“But that's not true…is it darling?” The door rattles even harder. “Let me in and we can discuss this like Sensible People.”

Your anger gets the better of you. “Sensible people don't go around stealing other people's faces!” You snarl.

The other side of the door, your nest, what is meant to be your safe haven, goes Quiet.Your veins go cold, and you scramble the rest of the way up to the window. 

CRASH! 

Against your better judgement, you glance back. The face of the man you love stares back through the partially broken door, but you Know it isn't him. To his credit, the imposter does try to stay calm, acting more as if You're the one having a mental breakdown and acting irrational. “Dearest Please, there's no need for hysterics…we can Talk this out.”

You don't have any witty comebacks or scalding remarks, instead you scramble harder, practically vaulting yourself out of the window. It's a bit of a drop but you barely notice the pain from hitting the ground, as you roll and bounce back to your feet, even using some of your power to push you back up. 

Run!Run!Run!RuNRUN! Your lungs burn, your legs ache as you plow towards Gary and Nancy's house. 

You run up to the door and pull, but it doesn't budge. The dogs inside bark, but otherwise there's no response. And it's then you notice the lack of cars. 

Gary and Nancy aren't here. 

“A two day trip.” The voice from behind you says and you whip around. There's only a porch light, and you find yourself cornered. The stranger with Khopesh's face has you boxed in. 

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. 

But he doesn't attack you, instead he just smiles. And now you fully pick up on the Wrongness of it.  “I know I told you about that Dear one.” He assures the gaslighting Prick. “I scraped together the funds so they could have a romantic weekend of their own. And We could have Our privacy, come now…” He places a hand to your cheek with extreme gentleness. “Come back to bed. I Promise you this is all just the result of a bad nightmare.”

For one moment, you doubt yourself. The face in front of you looks so…so Heartbreakingly honest. 

But then you pull back, mentally not physically, and you steel your resolve. 

You smile shakily, making sure it touches your eyes. “I…I'm so sorry…I don't know what I was thinking.” You sigh, rubbing your temples as if conceding. “Yeah let's…let's go back to bed…”

You hold out your hand, and the imposter takes it. 

BZZZT-ZAPT! 

“AUAAGH!”

You send a shockwave of power through your mycelium, through the armored hand you've enveloped with it, and through your feet, the ground and the armor of the lying face stealing BASTARD in front of you. The surging energy breaks his focus and the facade melts away. 

CLANK!

A teal armored knee hits the ground, and it's the last movement the marine in front of you is able to make as his armor locks up. Even kneeling his height is fairly equal to yours, but he rasps out. “Hoooow?”

“Hands-on experience.” You reply. “And this is also hands-on Experience!” You snarl slamming an empowered hook punch right across the hydra's face. 

“Shit! So the rumors are true…you are warp touched…” He says, your punch isn't deadly but it Does actually hurt. 

SLAM! Another punch makes contact as the Hydra is helpless in his locked armor. “Where are my In-Laws you fucking Teal Shithead!?” You snarl, grabbing his throat with your other hand, and steadily increasing your grip strength. 

“I- crkl- wasn't lying!” He pleads, surprised and realizing the mortal before him Could do more damage than some bruises and a bloody nose. “They're safe! Urkl- out- Out of town! I SwEar!”

“A liar's word isn't worth much.” You sneer, forcing your grip to be tighter and tighter. And maybe Khopesh has really rubbed off on you, but you decide to let a little more sadism come out. “But…I'm sure My Darling, you know…the one who's face You STOLE!” You squeeze for emphasis before continuing. “Could get you to talk.”

“And indeed, I will.” 

The voice makes your heart jump, and you glance up from your would-be kidnapper to see a familiar face off in the distance. 

“Khopesh?” You say with relief and hope. 

The Night Lord opens his arms. “In the Flesh! I've called the others, they will be here soon. For now, allow Me to deal with this…interloper.” He says approaching closer. 

The relief you feel nearly brings tears to your eyes. “God…I'm so happy to See You! I can't believe you got here so so-”

You stop suddenly, and your face falls. “How did you get here so soon?” 

‘Khopesh’ tries to reassure you. “I ran as fast as I could! Please, you Must let me take care of yo- I Mean of This. Well And you…you've been through a terrible thing so just let me Help-”

“STAY BACK!” You snap, flexing the hand on the Hydra that is still at your mercy. A warning, and the ‘Khopesh’ in front of you stops his advance. 

You take a deep breath, and you visualize your mycelium tendrils winding, and integrating with the veins and nerves of your eyes. As you'd hoped, it brings back the vision you'd seen when facing the silver dragon. The ability to see your own power and the life signatures of others.

And Just as you'd feared. 

Teal…Teal…Not Midnight Blue. 

You feel and Hear a crackling sound as your rage and your power flows through your spreading mycelium. 

The Hydra in your hand is sweating, Good. 

The newcomer licks his lips nervously “Lullaby-”

“Get my fucking name, Out of your FUCKING MOUTH!” 

BBZTZTZT! Crackling energy lances through your circle, racing toward the faker. “AND GET MY LOVER'S FACE OFF OF YOURS!”

But he's not being caught off guard like his friend so he swerves with a blur of speed. Your warp sight allows you to track his movement but it's too late as he overcomes your position. The fake Khopesh grabs and pins you against the wall of the house. 

“Let Go! LET ME GO!” You scream and thrash and try to dump another charge of your power into the marine pinning you.

But your previous burst had been so large, you didn't have enough to lock up this one's armor. The false face snarls at your defiance. 

“Enough! Will you Just calm dow-”

SHINK! 

A small warmth splashes across your face. And you suddenly drop to the porch. 

“TALOS!” The kneeling marine shouts as a dark shape illuminated by crackling claws rips your attacker away from you. 

Another dark shape manifests from the shadows, an arm clad in black metal snatches the Hydra still in front of you and drags him into a headlock. 

“Are you okay Lullaby?” Claude asks, before hissing a line of very Karlsor like profanities to the Hydra who's windpipe can't seem to catch a break. 

And now you feel your heart soar with relief. “Claude! Khopesh!” You'd jump into your love's arms if you could move at all, and if he wasn't actively fighting. Instead you hobble to your feet and nod to the Raven Guard. “I- I'm alive! Fuck I'm so glad you're both here!”

The..the Talos, Talos groans as he's splayed out on the ground after Khopesh stabbed through his shoulder and yanked him away from you. “Please…wait…

“SILENCE!” Khopesh snarls, which almost makes you recoil, but it's not directed at you. “You come here to raid my nest….Steal what is Mine to Love…AND YOU HAVE THE GALL TO ASK FOR MERCY!?” He stomps down on the Hydra's damaged shoulder, causing the marine to howl in agony.

“P-plEase! My laov… Lana-!”

Your rage and fear lessens a bit, replaced by confusion. Wait…what? My Love Lana?

Khopesh's rage is still in full control as he leers over his pinned prey. “ENOUGH! Your life was FORFIET the moment you came here!”

“No! No-urk! Was me! It was me!” The other Marine pleads while still held by Claude. 

Khopesh twists his gaze to him, and his full livid smile peels his lips back. Fear, he isn't even focused on you but you can Tell what he's thinking. 

He's going to rip these marines limb from limb. 

Which they'd tricked you, might have been planning to do something Awful to you! So why are you hesitating?

BANG! 

“STOP!”

A bolter round? And that voice! All three of you turn to the familiar sound. 

“Anrir?” You can't believe what you're seeing, but regardless of your confusion the elder Night Lord stomps through the early sunrise with…

“Zariel?” Now you are Doubly confused, as the Ultramarine Apothecary runs up. Ironically he looks more angry than Anrir and Anrir looks fucking terrifying at the moment. He stalks up to the injured Alpha Legion marines. 

The hydras for their part look as if they've been caught with hands in the cookie jar. They're also relieved to not be actively getting shredded by Khopesh at the moment, but maybe that would be a less painful fate. 

The Ultramarine is red in the face and begins snarling at the hydras. “When Anrir told me I had Wanted to believe this wasn't true! But then I see you two have gone and done something WELL AND TRULY ASININE!”

Khopesh growls and flexes his claws. “You Know these nest raiders?”

“REGRETTABLY!” Zariel spits. 

“Hey! You're one to fuckin Talk ‘Ultramarine’!” Claude's hydra snarls, now that he's only being restrained, not choked.

“And we're NOT FUCKIN NEST RAIDERS!” Talos bites back. 

That makes you laugh at the audacity. “You entered My Nest under False Pretenses! You slept in my-” And a realization dawns. You slept beside a stranger, and you barely even suspected something was wrong. “Oh god…” 

You feel the need to scrub your skin off. You want to cry and vomit. A small voice in your head Was actually glad the imposter had given an excuse as to why you both couldn't be more intimate but still!

Khopesh reaches out to you, and you almost push him away. You start babbling. “I-I need to wash off. I need to wash before….before we do anything I didn't know! I didn't Know!” 

“Lullaby…” Khopesh soothes, pulling you close so you can feel his purring and heartbeat. 

“-oh…Fuck!” The sobs break through and you bury your face into his neck and shoulder when he picks you up. 

You don't just want a bath, or a shower where you'd scrub yourself raw, you need Khopesh, you need his scent, his body, his breath, his Love to make you feel clean again. 

To make you feel safe again. You wrap your arms around his neck and you force those bad thoughts down for a moment. 

“I love you.” You say, it sounds more sad than you mean it to. Khopesh strokes your back. “Thank you…for coming to save me. I missed you.” You pull back to look at your love in his dark eyes. 

He smiles, nuzzling nose to nose with you. “Always…”

The onlookers watch the tender scene with varying emotions. Zariel is still angry, and gestures to you and Khopesh. 

“And Now look at what you've done! This poor child is traumatized by your indiscretion, Keed!” 

“It wasn't supposed to be this way!” Keed replies. 

“We were only trying to get help for our Lana!” Talos pleads. 

Your ears perk up at the mention of that name. Or rather the confirmation that it Is a name. “Lana?”

The Hydras turn their attention to you. “Our Lana is to us, what you are to your Khopesh.” Talos explains. 

“And we would do Anything to ensure her wellness.” Keed adds. 

A low growl festers in Khopesh's throat. “I Fail to see how using my face to gain entry to my nest is aiding your mortal.” 

“You'd be correct to be skeptical, If this was any other baseline.” Keed answers, before addressing you directly. “We came here in the hopes of securing you so you could be brought to treat our Lana.”

Zariel hisses. “Keed!”

“Oh, stop with the theatrics Zariel the cat is well and truly Out of the bag so you might as well be honest.” Keed snipes.

Zariel takes a moment, before sighing, and rubbing his face in exhaustion and defeat. And all at once the guise of an Ultramarine melts away, leaving a very tired, very fed up Alpha Legion marine. “Just…please let my little brothers go…or stand or…whatever-”

Claude's face takes on a grimace, he glances at Anrir, who nods. He releases the Hydra, but swiftly moves to stand between so you and Khopesh are behind him. 

Talos shakily gets to his feet, now that Khopesh is no longer standing on him. To his credit he seems more ashamed than Keed, especially about causing Zariel so much headache. “We really didn't mean to scare them-”

“DON'T!” Zariel? Hisses at his younger brother's attempts. “Just don't! I need a moment to cool off.” And he stomps off in one direction around the corner of the house. 

Anrir approaches you now and begins checking you over. 

“I'm feeling a sense of deja vu.” You mumble, as he checks your vitals. “Sorry for the trouble.”

The side of Anrir's mouth quirks up. “You aren't the trouble in this case my dear. And rest assured you are worth almost any you might actually bring.”

The Hydras stand awkwardly off to the side, Claude is still standing between your positions and theirs, it seems they'll be made to wait for their medical care. 

You chew on your cheek before asking. “So…Zariel is…someone else?”

Anrir answers. “He's still Zariel, always has been. Think of it like…a difference in work attire vs home attire if that helps. Most Hydras prefer to have two faces, one for the world, and one for the home.” 

“And why…does he- I mean they…Why do they…do that?” 

Anrir smiles wryly. “Why do Night Lords prefer the dark?”

You tilt your head. “It's in their nature?”

“It's in their nature. Like a mimic octopus pretending to be other things. Most aren't even malicious, they're just…”

“Dramatic?” 

“Hey!” Talos protests. 

“Quiet!” Claude barks, clearly and thoroughly unamused by what's transpired.

“Oh shove the barking down your blowhole Hatchling!” Keed snipes back which causes Claude to bristle. 

“I am Not your Hatchling!” Claude hisses, his eyes lighting up. 

“Those Teal eyes say otherwise, Hatch-ling.” Keed jabs back. But before Claude can stride over and start another fight Zariel comes back from around the house. 

And promptly walks up to Keed and knocks him in the head with a disciplinary WhACK! 

“OW!” 

“Ah ah AHP! You have brought this upon Yourselves No More Belly Aching!” Zariel grouses, and begins to treat his brother's wounds. 

So while you all stand there with varying degrees of awkwardness, you decide to break the silence.

“So…Who is Lana?” You ask, still being held protectively by Khopesh. 

Talos perks up. “She is our sun and stars! Our love and beauty! The center of our-”

“Okay okay I Get It!” You huff, before taking a breath. “Sorry that is Very sweet of you but let me rephrase; Why do you need Me to help Lana?”

The mood takes a downturn, but after a moment Keed answers. “She’s…sick.”

“O-kay? So why not take her to an Apothecary.” You glance at Zariel. “The one you got at home not workin or something?”

Zariel huffs and rolls his eyes. “It is not a sickness of the body. Or even one of the mind.”

“It's some kind of warp sickness. Keed Saw it! Tell em! Tell em!” Talos urges. 

You turn your attention to Keed, and he nods. “Over the last few weeks, our Lana had…been getting weaker. We originally thought it was merely a cold, or exhaustion, but then I sensed, It.” He shudders for a moment. “On her soul, there were traces…traces of a Terrible and Powerful psychery. It was small, fragmented, but it was latching onto her life force.”

“Both Psychers in our squad tried to remove it! But…they couldn't even dampen it.” Talos adds with disappointment. “But then Zariel had the idea that You might be able to help!”

Anrir's expression morphed subtly. “You Told your fellows about my In-Law's status as a psyker?” There's a barely noticeable growl in his throat and you feel Khopesh's muscles tense. 

Zariel barks back. “I Told my brothers to be Patient! And wait for me to approach you and Ask for your aid, Directly, Without any deception besides maintaining my Ultramarine shape in front of you.” 

Keed protests. “Lana’s getting weaker everyday! We couldn't afford to wait any longer!”

Zariel sighs. “But now…I am forced to approach you…like this.” To your surprise the Apothecary takes a knee and bows. “Please, I understand that you may never trust me again. And I will take any punishment you deem fit for us if you must, but I Beg You.” His sea green eyes meet yours with intensity that can only bely honesty. “Help our Lana, not for Our sake, but for Hers.”

You…have to take a moment to take everything in. “You…really love her, Don't You?”

“More than words can say!” “She's our everything!” The younger Hydras proclaim. 

Zariel nods solemnly. “She is our Life.”

You let out a sigh, and glance up at your Khopesh. His dark eyes meet yours for just a moment. 

If you were in their position, and Khopesh in Lana's…would you even hesitate?

Not even more a moment. 

You turn back to the Hydras. “I promise only to Try.” You vow, and gesture for Khopesh to let you down, which he does. But he keeps a hand on your shoulder. 

The Hydra's faces morph with relief. “Oh Thank You!”

You hold up your hand. “Don't thank me yet. Remember, I've never used my power on a baseline directly…I don't even know if my abilities can help your Lana. But…I Will Try.”

The Hydras nod gratefully. 

You do add one more caveat. “You'll also be paying for the nest repairs And the water…bill- FUCK!” You start to rush back over to your nest so you can turn the water off. 

“Uh…I actually did take a moment to turn off the sink, and shower while you were ah…running up here.” Keed assures awkwardly.

You…don't know how to respond to that. “Ah…okay well…that's…I honestly don't know of I should be thanking you in this case but you know what it's been a Weird day so…Thanks.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I need some breakfast…and caffeine…” You turn to Khopesh. “And lots of hugs and kisses.”

Khopesh purrs and leans down to fulfill your request, you nuzzle gratefully into your love's affection. 

You know what? Fuck it. 

“Breakfast is On Me! Let's All go get pancakes!” You declare. 

Khopesh smiles at you with confusion. “Ah Lullaby? Are you alright?"

“NOPE! But I'm taking us All to Breakfast because if I'm going to face some new mind fuck every day I Might as well be able to roll with the punches.” You reply. “And pancakes are Your favorite and I want to treat you.” You say sweetly. 

Khopesh's expression melts. “Oooh Lullaby~” He cooes sweeping you up into a passionate kiss. 

The Hydras seem…very unsure with this. “Are you Sure?"

You break to look back and meet their eyes with intensity. “If I'm going to treat your Lana, I'm gonna need fuel. Plus we can discuss more of the particulars over a meal and get a better idea of what she needs. I imagine you want this done as soon as possible, right?”

The stunned Alpha Legion look at you, not sure how to respond. 

Anrir…actually starts…Laughing? It starts off as a small snicker before growing into full disbelieving laughter.

“Woah…” Well…rolling with the punches. Eventually Anrir composes himself, and takes a few breaths. 

“Ah…Ah…Ahhhh…” He shakes his head in a non-serious way, he mutters something under breath that sounds like. “only on Terra…” And he starts walking. 

Claude follows, confused. “Father? Where are you going?” 

Anrir huffs with amusement. “I don't know about you Claude, but I quite like the idea of a free breakfast.”

Claude seems unsure. “Are you certain we can trust them?” He asks, this could all be one big ruse. 

You chime in, approaching Claude. “I have no idea. But I know you'll have my back and that's good enough for me. Besides…” You turn back to face the Hydras. “We're not friends…but we're not enemies either. And if your Lana really is in need of help, I wouldn't feel right turning my back.”

The Hydras seem to mull over your words, eventually Zariel approaches. Khopesh moves closer to you, and Zariel keeps a respectful distance. “Thank You. Truly. You have no idea what this means to us.”

You smile. “I think we've got more in common than you might realize.” You look into your darling's eyes, gesture for him to raise his hand, and press a kiss to his ceramite gauntlet. “Now let's go get those Pancakes!”

“Hell Yeah!” Khopesh growls gleefully, sweeping you up into his arms. 

[aventurineswife]

Can we get a fluffy moment of March waiting with Reader for Pom-Pom to finish baking some cookies? :3c

Time Tastes Sweeter with You

Summary: March 7th and you pass the time waiting for Pom-Pom to finish baking cookies aboard the Astral Express. March’s playful antics and her impromptu photoshoot lead to heartwarming and lighthearted moments, capturing the quirky charm of your bond.

Tags: March 7th x Reader, Fluff, Lighthearted Romance, Found Family Dynamics, Photography Themes.

The Astral Express was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery and the faint, delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. You sat on one of the lounge chairs, leaning back with a relaxed sigh. Across from you, March 7th leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin resting in her hands, her camera dangling from her neck. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her cheeks puffed as she let out an exaggerated groan.

"How long does it take to bake cookies?" she whined, glancing toward the door leading to Pom-Pom's culinary haven. "It’s been, like… forever!"

You smirked, glancing at the clock on the wall. "It’s been ten minutes, March."

"Exactly! Forever!" she huffed dramatically, flopping back into her chair and letting her head hang over the edge. "Pom-Pom said they’d be done soon, but what if 'soon' is their way of torturing us? What if they never finish, and we just sit here, waiting for cookies that never—"

"March," you interrupted with a chuckle, "you’re being a bit over the top."

She sat upright immediately, narrowing her eyes playfully. "Me? Over the top? Never." Grinning, she grabbed her camera, leaning forward to snap a quick picture of your amused expression. The camera’s click was followed by her triumphant giggle. "Gotcha! That’s the face of someone who’s definitely humoring me."

You laughed softly, leaning your elbow on the table. "Someone has to."

March grinned wider, her energy as infectious as always. She flipped the camera around to show you the photo — slightly blurry but undeniably candid. "See? Perfectly captures your I'm-so-patient-with-this-goofball vibe."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered. "Maybe I should take the camera and catch you in one of your dramatic cookie-deprived poses. Then we’ll see who’s really the goofball."

Her gasp was overly theatrical, and she hugged the camera close to her chest. "Not a chance! This baby is my soul. My legacy! Besides…" She leaned closer, her expression softening, "you’re way better at being the model."

That threw you off guard for a moment, her sudden sincerity catching you in the middle of thinking up a witty comeback. March had a way of doing that—swinging from playful to heartfelt in the blink of an eye.

Before you could respond, she broke the tension, grinning mischievously again. "Oh! Idea!" She jumped up, her chair scraping lightly against the floor, and rushed to your side. "While we wait, let’s do a mini photoshoot! I need more pictures for my Wall of Memories anyway."

"March, I—" you started, but she was already dragging you to your feet.

"No excuses! This is prime waiting-for-cookies energy, and I must document it. C’mon, c’mon!"

You laughed, letting her pull you along to the open space near the window. The view of the stars outside served as a stunning backdrop, and March was already adjusting her camera settings with a look of pure determination.

"Okay, stand there! No, wait—here! Perfect! Now…" She looked up at you, her expression softening again. "Just be yourself, okay? No fake smiles. I want you in this photo."

You nodded, a little shy under her gaze but trusting her all the same. She raised the camera, and the soft click of the shutter filled the space.

"Perfect," she murmured, smiling warmly as she looked at the preview.

Before you could comment, the kitchen door swung open, and Pom-Pom’s cheerful voice called out, "The cookies are ready!"

March lit up like a firework, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the kitchen. "Finally! Let’s go before Pom-Pom eats them all!"

As you followed her, her laughter ringing in the air, you couldn’t help but think that moments like these—simple, silly, and full of warmth—were what made being with March so special.

[the-kr8tor]

Imagine the twins grow up a little let’s say 5 years old and they ask the most random questions it would be so funny? Like “why happens if the earth stops spinning?” “Why is the water blue?” “How does snow happen” and obviously “how are babies made?”

Cuteeee!!! Thank you for requesting! 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie AU, Twin AU, Billie and Ramona AU, Mom! Reader. FLUFF

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The twins have gotten good at sneaking, scarily good. You have no idea how they've gotten this great at sneaking and bypassing Hobie's spidey senses but you have a hunch that they heard your conversation with Hobie during what was supposed to be their nap time. With his head on your lap and your fingers scratching at his scalp he dishes out a complaint to you, well you both thought it was just you.

Hobie was complaining that his spidey senses can't feel when the three of you approach him from behind. Citing that it has probably been ignoring you and the girls because it's used to your presence and dubs you and his girls a non-threat. He has also grumbled that it only activates for you three when there's danger; like the girls almost falling from the playground or you almost burning yourself from a hot stove. He's deeply annoyed because he misses the little tingles that never fail to make him smile whenever you or his girls are near.

You take this new information into consideration, when you enter a room he's in, you always call his name or knock on the wall so he still gets that warm feeling when you're in his presence. Unfortunately for him, the girls have better ideas.

Both girls keep popping up from somewhere when you least expected it, their footfalls silent, guess they've learned from the best. Then suddenly you hear their voices asking about life's greatests mysteries.

Once, while you were preparing their bath, Billie appears behind you, asking why water in the pool and ocean are blue but not in the tub. You almost fell in the water back then.

A few times the girls have materialized in Hobie's workshop, scaring the crap out of their father. Again asking him a barrage of questions that has Hobie answering promptly of course.

The sun is just about setting, the backyard looks gorgeous in the sun's rays. The metal bench is cold underneath you but with Hobie's arms around you, you don't seem to mind the chill.

You and Hobie cuddle outside in the garden, laps covered in the same patchwork blanket you've gifted him all those years ago. The breeze picks up and you snuggle closer to him, he presses sweet kisses on your temple as his hands rub up and down over your arm. The girls are in the living room watching their cartoons, the telly's light shines in the backyard, illuminating the flowers and veggies all four of you planted.

It's quiet, too quiet.

“How does the telly work?” Mona’s sweet voice rings out in the silence making you and Hobie jump in each other's arms.

“Fu–blo–what?!” Hobie saves himself from accidentally swearing right in front of Mona.

She peeks out from the arm rest, too small to fully reach up, her eyes are curious, hair disheveled from lounging on the settee.

“How does the telly work?” She repeats.

“Oh, lovely, you scared us a bit. Come here” you pat the seat in between you and Hobie. He lifts her up, placing her on his lap.

“Curious, eh?” Hobie pokes her side, she giggles, snuggling closer to her dad.

—

“I've finally got them to go down” you flop yourself on the dining chair, eyes growing heavy. “Remind me not to give them ice cream before bed.”

Hobie wipes his hands on a cloth, the last bit of dishes all cleaned and drying on the rack. He flings the towel on his shoulder, knowing what the imagery does to you.

Before he could throw a witty remark, you're already making grabbing hands towards him, lips pouting from impatience. He obliges, crossing the small gap between you.

You grab him by the ribbon of his sweatpants to get him impossibly closer to you. He's situated in-between your legs, knees knocking with yours. He chuckles lowly, hands placed on your jaw to look at you fully, his thumbs rubbing softly at your tired eyes.

“Missed me? I was home the entire day, lovie”

“Shut up and kiss me, Hobart”

Hobie rolls his eyes, already bending at the waist to meet you halfway.

“How are babies made?” Billie and Mona suddenly appear by the kitchen doorway, holding hands in their blue pajamas. They remind you of a horror movie.

Your soul and Hobie's left your bodies for a second.

“Girls–you scared us!” you clutch your non-existent pearls.

Hobie's head is on top of yours, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Sorry,” Mona apologizes, “Annie said they came from storks but Shane says they came from fairies.”

“And Ricky says they come from parents sleeping together. Daddy always sleeps with you mummy, why isn't there a baby yet?” Billie continues.

Oh childhood wonder. Your brain is already trying to find the right combination of words to answer their burning question.

Hobie chokes on air, you slap his arm as a warning. He lifts his head up with a lopsided smile.

“If you sneaky sneaks didn't interrupt there'd be a baby soon enough—”

“Hobie!”

“We don't get it” they simultaneously say.

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Saturday 🧜‍♂️

thanks for the tags @thekristen999 @dangerpronebuddie (go check their stuff if you haven't, it's riveting!) 💖

I posted some mer!buck earlier for an ask, but now I'm using this as an excuse to post the other bit of the snippet (all prev snippets here)

“Smartass,” Eddie mutters, already emptying his pockets, dumping the contents in his shoes. “You’re not secretly one of those evil merpeople that’s gonna drag me under, are you?”

“You wound me!” Evan scoffs, holding his hand to his heart in mock offense. “And do you really think I would tell you if that was my plan?”

“Actually, I think you would. You can’t lie for shit.” Eddie lowers himself into the water, wincing at his pants and tee clinging to his skin. “Now what? I can’t exactly tread water forever.”

He thinks Evan mumbles something about humans before swimming closer. 

“Now what is that you hold onto me.” Evan arranges them, looping Eddie’s arms around his neck. “There.”

Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat as realizes how little space there is between them. How their bodies are pressed together, noses almost touching. He doesn’t think they’ve ever been this close before. Not since Evan saved him, and Eddie doesn’t actually remember that part. 

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs. “There.” 

He thinks there must be something else he could say, something intelligent or witty, but his brain is too occupied. Too full of confusing thoughts and emotions that don’t make any sense. 

“You said you’d dance with me,” Evan reminds him, a little too softly. 

“I- I did.” Eddie swallows past all the new, contradictory feelings trying to rise to the surface.

inspired by me remembering this song existed and running away with it

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[blackbirdofasgard]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for tagging me, @elodiah! It's technically Sunday for me now if I adjust for daylight savings time a bit early 😅

It wasn't as good as getting to occupy the same space together, but it was at least something. Swiping away his tears, Mobius let out a wet laugh. "Mischievous scamp…" ~~~~ Mobius had honestly expected that first box to be the only one he would receive. Just enough for him to realize that he was being watched over, and wasn't alone, at least in spirit. After all, the caretaker of all the timelines must have better things to do than to be listening to him all the time, right? He was wrong.

No pressure tags: @in-my-loki-feels, @insomniaflarrow, @insert-witty-user-name-here, @lgwilt, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mobius-m-mobius, @wolfpup026, @natendo-art, @distracteddream, @andthekitchensinkao3, @devilbearingtrouuble, and anyone I missed who would like to share something they're working on, whether it's seven layers, or sentences, or sketches!

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Emmrich x Astarion what now?

@indiscreettransexual your 'I don't go here, but I'm here for THIS' vibes inspired this post <3 And since I was tagged by @kcscribbler @notyourmamasdeerbat and @insert-witty-user-name-here let's call this my WiP Wednesday post. Sorry in advance, everyone. <3

Just to get this out of the way: I am not implying I know all about these characters, and this is by no means an attempt at an in-depth psychological analysis of either Emmrich or Astarion, nor is it an exhaustive explanation of either fictional worlds - this is me sharing my thoughts and ideas regarding why I’m so excited to dig into this BG3 crossover fic. And to let those of you unfamiliar with either Dragon Age or Baldur’s Gate/D&D get the lay of the land.

In other words: welcome to my TED Talk, below the cut.

Also, sorry for tagging you in all these posts, @tinygameralec <3 See how far I'm running with your idea?

The worlds

Both Thedas and Faerûn are continents in worlds steeped in the Dark Fantasy genre, populated by an assortment of races/species that coexist with varying degrees of success. You have dwarves and elves, humanoids with horns (Qunari/Kossith and tieflings, half devils/half humans et cetera), hurlocks and genlocks; hobgoblins, goblins and orcs. The list goes on, especially for the D&D world.

The Dragon Age games have gradually moved from classic dark fantasy with overt oppression and systematic abuse to its latest instalment, which is basically a game about grief, loss, and how to recover from that through the combined strength of your friends and community; you have to own up to your mistakes, and try to save the world from being literally corrupted by a Blight. And there are two escaped elven gods out to squash anyone opposing them like a little tiny insect.

Baldur’s Gate 3 shares some of those themes of ragtag companionship and joining forces to save the world, but it also really digs into the darker aspects of its genre. It’s gory, disturbing, and asks all kinds of questions about what it means to be Whoever You Are in a world that largely gives less than one single fuck about you, and, more or less actively tries to kill you for any number of reasons - chief of which being you’ve been infected with a thousand-toothed tadpole that will turn you into a tentacled monster set on world domination in a matter of days.

Thedas has a High Fantasy religious system, where you have Fantasy Catholicism, and Elven Paganism, but no Hell, no demons. When the god referred to as ‘the Maker’ deemed mortals unworthy, he pretty much said “You’re on your own, kids, good luck finding redemption. Deal with your own shit.”

Faerûn has demons galore, and several levels of Hell - and a whole plethora of deities. Dwarves have their own pantheon, as do elves and humans - if you’re an elf or dwarf from the Underdark (drow or duergar, respectively) you have your own set of gods and belief systems. One of the playable races in BG3, githyanki, worship a living ruler called Vlaakith. She’s so powerful she basically named herself a god/ascended to a godlike status among her people. And then, of course, there are the Ilithids, the tentacled race of psionic powerhouses that Astarion will be transformed into - unless he finds some way of removing the tadpole germinating inside his brain.

So, on the surface, the worlds are inhabited by similar creatures, share similar themes of corruption (and how to fight it) while Faerûn is vastly more diverse with regards to player characters and religious systems.

On the topic of elves

Because Astarion isn’t just a vampire spawn, but a High Elf, let’s dig into the different views on elves.

In Faerûn, elves are, by and large, considered to be beautiful, capable, and trustworthy… with some exceptions. They come from all walks in life, and can have different origins - in BG3 they’re limited to High Elf, Wood Elf, or Drow. Drow are EVIL! Just look at those red eyes! They worship spiders! WOE! No, it’s not that simple, but for hyperbole’s sake. Drow BAD, other elves GOOD.

In Thedas? Elves BAD. Elves of the Dales? BAD and godless, savages the lot of them. City Elves? A burden on human society, honestly, why are they even here? Let’s bundle them into ghettos and strip them of practically all their rights, and sell them as slaves. That oughta teach ‘em.

What about mages, then?

Mages in Faerûn? Excellent! Scholars and sages and natural savants, they’re all good. Necromancers good, sorcerers good, everyone wants to know a capable mage for all those pesky Quests you want to go on. As long as you're not outright Evil, you're cool.

Mages in Thedas… Dangers to society, let’s strip them of all their rights, take them away from their families the moment their magic manifests and put them in Circle Towers - prisons where mages are kept under surveillance at all times, educated in the fields of magic, and if they don’t pass their final exam, they’re killed on the spot. Wouldn’t want one of them to be possessed by a demon, and turn into an Abomination. Oh, and if, for some reason, you don’t have the skills enough to control your magic, or your mind isn’t deemed strong enough to resist a demon’s influence, you can either opt for a magical lobotomy, or be subjected to it by Fantasy Catholic Church. Or, you know. They kill you ded.

(Dragon Age: the Veilguard scrubbed the lore a lot with regards to the oppression and systematic abuse of both mages, elves, and others. While I can appreciate why, I like keeping some of it intact in my fics, while retaining the Found Family vibes of the Veilguard companions)

So… what happens if a High Elf vampire spawn gets portalled into a world where actual vampires only exist in a few lore entries as being people possessed by hunger demons, and most recently as a single instance of party banter between Emmrich and another of the companions? Where the first bunch of people he encounters are all Basically Decent, and don’t assume he’s a cold-blooded murderer? Where the assassin of the team gets him blood from the butcher’s so he can join them at meal times. People actually ask for his input and help with stuff?

And, because this is a slash fic, what happens when our Outwardly Suave Dork Who Cannot Deal with Feels gets involved with the Respectful Genteel Necromancer of All the Big Feels and Romantic Gestures? Well...

So. Who are Emmrich and Astarion (and why should anyone care)?

Emmrich is the ‘gentleman necromancer’ of the Veilguard team. He’s a human mage and a scholar, 50 years old (according to data mined from the game), devoted to his Mourn Watcher duties. The Mourn Watch are a dedicated class of necromancers who tend to the dead, while safeguarding both them and the living. Mourn Watchers revere the dead, and take their jobs very seriously. Emmrich is also a corpse whisperer, which lets him speak to those who have passed. Emmrich also has an assistant and ward, called Manfred, a reanimated skeleton (assembled from donated parts) and imbued with a spirit of Curiosity.

Emmrich comes from a commoner background, and is currently at a stage in his life where he’s academically accomplished, renowned and wealthy, at the higher end of the social hierarchy, and he wants for almost nothing. But he’s got two major Things with a capital T that weigh on him: he suffers a fear of death like you wouldn’t believe; and he’s never found a love that lasts. His Major Choices have to do with facing his own mortality, or choosing to become an immortal guardian of the world. His Wound (emotional driving force) is losing his parents at a young age. When he feels wronged or cornered, he can be petty and cruel.

Emmrich is a Romantic. Capital R on that one, too. This is our man of Big Emotions. When he falls for someone, he plummets. He doesn’t just fall in love, he crashes - but of course, he’s old enough now that he’s outwardly composed about it. Naturally.

Astarion is a rogue and a charlatan; a vampire spawn formerly working as a magistrate in one of the largest cities of Faerûn, Baldur’s Gate - all while enslaved to a cruel master, the vampire who Sired him. Recently kidnapped by mind flayers and infected with a thousand-toothed tadpole that will turn him into a tentacled monster with aspirations of world domination, Astarion finds he can be out in the sun again. He can step into water, for the first time in two-hundred years. He can enter homes uninvited, he can think for himself, free of his master’s influence/mind control.

Astarion’s Wound, as it were, is the abuse of power, and has to deal with the abuse he’s suffered over the past two centuries. Depending on choices you make in the game, he can either begin to heal, or become more bent on revenge and accumulating power of his own.

I will die on the hill that is Astarion is a Dork who hides it well, but! He is charming when he wants to be, cunning, vindictive, and has Enormous Issues with Emotional Intimacy. He's snarky, sassy, flirty, and will absolutely use sex as a means to get into someone’s good graces, or to get the upper hand, attain status within a group, you name it. Not a problem. But Actual Feelings? Noooo.

Care, or don't, but I think it will be really neat to explore their different dynamics, but also dig into their diametrically opposed approaches to, and views on, love and intimacy.

Yeah. Astarion will resist any suggestion of Love (ugh) while Emmrich, of course, will crash… and burn? That’s the question, isn’t it? How to mesh their character motivations, Wounds, and let them have their Happily Ever After. All while telling a story that fits into the Veilguard plot.

Expect the usual from me: Dual POVs, Big Emotions, High Stakes, and ANGST.

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[finniestoncrane]

Sherrif Finnie! Unsure if you'll take anonymous outlaws but I am here to turn myself in! I'm a 5'6" lady, demisexual, 30s, chubby, cat mom, lover of all things DC and comic books in general. I'm really into horror media especially monsters, gardening, reading and writing, and video games. Friends refer to me as the mom friend and I love kids, which is why it's super weird I'm a criminal but the heart wants what the heart wants, two outlaws in love and on the run. Apparently I'm witty which usually shows up as sarcasm, though normally I'm incredibly shy and quiet until I'm comfortable which is why I'm hiding behind anon. Been told I'm smart but I'm very forgetful, blame the ADHD. I'm introverted and claustrophobic. I feel awkward listing nice things about myself so I'll leave it there.

Turned myself in because I love your writing and every time I see you post something I get all excited even if I don't know the Fandom since I know everything will be scrumptious quality. Congrats on the 3k followers! I hope I did this right lmao

Bane x Anon a/n: anon! absolutely i'll take anonymous outlaws hehehe, i'm picturing you coming in with a bandana on your face lol and thank you so much, you are so sweet and i appreciate it so much!! ;-; main event post • event masterlist • tag: finnie3k • main masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞

I know your partner! He's on our wanted list, see? Bounty poster right there on the wall! Bane!! The big guy, almost impossible to take down unless you've got a team of twenty men!

I've heard all about you two, almost the kind of story you'd read in those terrible 'outlaw' propoganda pieces. Not quite love at first sight, for you any way, but the longer you spent together, the more entwined you became (romantically and criminally).

At least you two can say you never hurt any innocent kids. Quite the opposite in fact. You've both been reported on separate occasions as putting yourself in danger of being caught to make sure any children around are safe. Morals, huh? That won't save you! I don't care how many people come in here telling me that both of you have helped them out of a rough patch when you came across them in need, you're still getting locked up!

Makes sense that you'd choose him, as monstrous as he is. We can't remember the last time we saw anything as big as him come through town. Scared a lot of our men. You got a preference for something big, bad and scary I reckon. God only knows what kind of herbs or mushrooms or snake oil that man has been ingesting, but he is terrifying.

And I see you've both been noted as being kinda forgetful, hitting the same places twice? According to him, it's the effect of whatever he's taking. Smart enough that he figured out the identity of that bastard vigilante out there, but his brain is deterorating faster than he learns. Your excuse? Scatterbrain? I can see why you're so perfect together then. The two of you complement each other. He's loud and brash and unafraid to speak out, you're quiet, unnassuming, planning and scheming. No doubt you're both intelligent though, if only you could remember to stay away from banks where the security is already heightened.

Interesting note here: you two seem to prefer the wide open spaces of the plains. Camping out under the stars? Romantic, I suppose. We'll make sure to give you a big cell, that way the two of you have plenty of room. Consider it a gift for handing yourself in.

Enjoy your stay here at the county jail, we'll be bringing your partner in just as soon as we have handcuffs big enough for him!

[distracteddream]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags, @elodiah, @insomniaflarrow, and @thosegayoldmen! Here’s a little part of a tiny fic that could be done if I would just focus and edit it.

The godsawful lighting of the TVA had never been so welcome. Loki’s knees went weak, saved from the horrid tile by B-15’s quick reaction. Voices started yelling around him and the hallway spun, leaving him grasping at B-15’s arm.

“Mobius…”

There was a blessed break in the flurry of activity around them. “They’re taking him to the MedBay. Looks like you’re going there yourself. You look like hell, Loki.”

Loki nodded. Or tried to. He meant to. But everything went dark so he had no way to know if he had or not.

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