#// coming back to add that if this was for drowning just imagine the state of this man when he recorded for DBD

[tinyclowndancer]

Alan Wake 2 – Behind The Scenes | Alan Wake in the Dark Place

[cho-aaacho]

—Dress to Kill

Masterlist

Summary : From head to toe, Gojo emanates a sweetness, and from the depths of his eyes to the warmth of his heart, he exudes an undeniable warmth. But when he says, "How about we shower together?" your world feels upside down.

Trembling, heart pounding, and being caught in confusion—these are the words to describe your current emotional state. You can't imagine that you could experience the day when Gojo invites you to his apartment. 

His invitation is as rare as a meteor sighting—perhaps something you were unaware of from someone like him. 

"How about we eat cake at my apartment?"

And you just nodded, like a fool, melting away by his charm.

You had never seen him drive before; as far as you knew, he always preferred to walk, and of course, it made you nervous to have him beside you, sharing the same atmosphere, giggling together, and hearing him laugh while calling your name. 

How could you survive this?

It was pretty amazing because Gojo is less talkative this time; he lets himself drown in tranquility. He was driving in quietly, stealing a glance, and letting out a soft chuckle in response to your question. 

Oh, dear God, his side profile is beautiful—resembling a male version of Snow White. How does he casually walk around with such a pretty face and beautiful eyes? It was a mystery you may never understand.

"Gojo-san..."

"Please, don't be shy; make yourself at home."

From head to toe, he is so sweet, and from eyes to heart, he is so warm. Once again, you find yourself profoundly thankful to have someone as sweet and warm-hearted as him as your coworker.

As you two safely arrived at Gojo's apartment, he glided to the kitchen and muttered something you couldn't quite hear. He was probably talking about coffee and cake, which he had mentioned earlier.

When he comes back and draws closer, you'll see him holding two cups of coffee and two pieces of cheesecake. A genuine, cute smile dances on his lips, reflecting his joyful mood and the sheer delight he takes in this moment.

A subtle blush adds a touch of charm to his pale cheeks, beautiful to be honest, hinting at a desire to share something slightly embarrassing.

He says. "I'm thinking of taking a shower before we dig into dinner. How about you?"

"Um... maybe I'm just waiting for Gojo-san to finish his shower. I'm fine."

"Oh..." He nodded and raised his head, locking eyes with yours as if attempting to scan your very soul. Initially, you didn't catch his gaze, but when he opened his mouth and suggested, "How about we shower together?"

A peculiar sensation stirs within you.

You don't quite remember what led to this scene, but the thing you could feel was being in the same bathtub with Gojo. His arms securely wrapped around your waist, trapped you inside his own realm, sharing a lukewarm bath, mixing with the delicate embrace of strawberry soap lingering in the atmosphere.

Gojo is incredibly close to yours—too close that you almost catch his own breath brushing against your moist neck. His plump lips trace the contours of your shoulder, creating a desire within you.

"You're trembling; are you okay?" He whispered, trying so hard to control his desire. 

Well, it's the first time for both of you to see each other without any clothes. What were your reactions to all of this?

You could see his legs and thighs touching yours, and, oh, God, he's incredibly pale, almost resembling freshly fallen snow. His wet hair adds an extra beat to your weak heart, and the way his delicate palm caresses your back sends shivers down your spine.

How does Gojo Satoru know your weakness? It's driving you crazy. How does he know all of this?

"No... I mean, yes, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about you—about Gojo-san. Is it okay if we're like this?"

He chuckled. "Do you think I'm a weirdo? Well, I'm sorry, eh?" 

He added. "No one dares to bother us. If you are afraid of Gakuganji ruining our healthy relationship, I just simply say goodbye to him."

"Huh?"

"Save it for later. How about we eat after this, and I'll tell you about everything? How do you say, sweetheart?"

[xxventiswindblumexx]

@hitomisuzuya and I spend all night coming up with the most vile feral head canons for Xiao, Scaramouche, and Venti! I'll like to add to it and post it for everyone! I'll be making a fic later for it too 🤭

⚠Warnings⚠:Feral activity, predator and prey dynamic, heat/ruts, biting, marking, animalistic characteristics, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, dub-con/non-con, absolutely filthy

𓁹Adeptus Xiao𓁹

The poor Adeptus already had trouble dealing with his feelings, now imagine that but triple the damage.

Zhongli had fed Xiao a type of herb that made him revert into a more animalistic state of mind, he wanted to test a few things out

Of course in this state of mind Xiao is too dangerous not to have in a collar and chain, Zhonglis gloves hand kept a firm grip on the end of it to prevent Xiaos escape, the Adeptus often pulled, growled and scratched at it

Curious on if Xiao could have offspring since he never seen the male try, he would innocently send word for Y/N to come visit him, that he had so em thing important to talk of.

While talking over tea he had Xiao in the other room hidden, he had slipped Aphrodisiacs into your tea, strong ones so I wouldn't take long before your slumped in your seat, face heating up and slightly panting.

"Are you alright Y/N? You look a little.. Sick? " he asked innocently as he sipped his own tea to hide his smile of amusement, once you could no longer give coherent answers he chuckled and place his tea cup down

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. I'm sure your supple body will do just fine with Xiao" pulling you into his lap as his gloved hands trace your now over heating body, panting and whining at his touches

"Yes, you'll do nicely, and if I'm not mistaken you're quite fertile too, I've been hoping to find such a sweet mate for him" his eyes glowing slightly as his fangs graze your neck "I could almost mark you myself but, that would ruin my whole experiment. Come, you must see Xiao"

Bringing you to Xiao and placing you just outside his reach, he thought of tying you down but in this state you had no energy to fight the hormonal Adeptus so be a good girl and offer yourself to him, makes it easier and less painful to have a willing mate" he says as you could only whine, the whine plus your scent was driving the Adeptus mad, growling, biting and clawing at his collar even more, almost breaking lose.

Once Zhongli was situated at his chair with the chain in hand he undid the hook from his collar, unleashing the Adeptus onto poor Y/N

The Adeptus pinned the other down under him onto her stomach, his claws ripping her clothing, exposing her hot flesh causing you to sigh in slight relief

His mouth attacking your neck leaving love bites and mate marking as his claws dragged themselves down her body lightly leaving light marks.

Any time you wiggled rather it was to try getting away or just out on pleasure he would only growl lowly and force you back in place

His throbbing cock slammed into your dripping hole, he let out a loud groan as your moans was drowned out by his animalistic sounds.

Let's just say he wasn't going to let go of you until you become pregnant with his offspring

And once you do he wasn't going to let anyone near you, if Zhongli even attempted to check on you he would his a deep bite on his hand, Zhongli should've expected it, brushing off what normally would be a hand breaking wound for a mortal.

During your pregnancy he would pace around the shared room, the over territorial Adeptus made sure no one came onto his territory or near his mate.

Any whines you made from being sore or over all pregnancy pains he would be immediately by your side, licking his marks and kissing over them in an apologetic manner.

He often 'hunted' food, unfortunately Zhongli still couldn't let Xiao out of this home, he would be too dangerous to the public so he would often leave out food so I gave Xiao the feeling of hunting at least.

He would share his food always, no matter how much you already ate he would always split his remaining food with you

He would often run his fingers through your hair to calm and groom you.

Xiao is over all a very attentive mate, rough at first but will sacrifice for you.

⚡︎Scaramouche⚡︎

Scaramouche was at the mercy of Dottore, after being injected with a strong syrum and let him lose in his testing room, slowly watching the short raging puppet turn into a silent, shaky one.

He needed to test more so he called for Scaras assistant who was confused on where her Harbinger had went to.

"Here you look tired, I'm sure we will find him soon, just drink up and I'll get to it" he said so calmly, you should've known better then to drink anything from the Doctor.

After drinking what you thought was some water your face started to get hotter, your body reacting to the well hidden aphrodisiac

Once your eyes glazed over in lust he manages to guide you into the room before observing in the other room, looking through a two way mirror.

Scaramouche almost ran for you but clenched his fists annoyed, he's straining to hold himself back but once you're up against him, begging for his attention he wouldn't be able to hold himself

Forcing you down as he still manages to degrade you "You're such a slut, it's no wonder you're picked for this. Have you always thought of me with that filthy fucking mind of yours? "

He wouldn't take long before getting his cock shoved into your hole earning an excited squeal

(Head canon for a friend! 🤭) He would pull at your blonde hair harshly as his thrusts showed no mercy. "At least your hair is useful for more then just a damn warning on your IQ" he hissed as his hips rocks harsher

His hands soon gripping your hips as his hips falter, his cock twitching, cursing as he was getting closer.

Your release couldn't have come at a better time because Archons know if he would've allowed you to cum after him, a thick ring of white on the base of his cock only served to drive him over the edge, filling you full.

His electric purple eyes would shoot daggers at the Doctor if he dared to try prying you two apart, his more primal instincts would assume he would take his mate away.

Your neck and body littered with hickeys but most importantly his electro mark.

Once you started to show on pregnancy his hands never left your belly, cuddling from behind as they felt your belly swell.

Anytime the doctor came to check on you two or provide food he was always on the defensive, guarding you like an angry cat, hissing and even biting at him if he got too close.

He was a more lazy mate compared to Xiao, instead of making rounds to protect his territory he often just laid with you.

𖤍Venti𖤍

Albedo asked the bard if he could sample a special potion for him, and without asking or thinking of course Venti downs it because nothing can hurt him, he's an Archon so why even bother being careful

Well he didn't expect this effect

After being observed and noted on for almost an hour, his arousal grew, causing the bard to be whiny and annoying to the Alchemist, however he had research to do and couldn't just dismiss him, so Venti dismissed himself!

When the Alchemist looked away for a moment he would notice the bard had disappeared like the wind, he would look for him but of course he wouldn't be able to find him.

Venti is already on his way to find a special someone, this aphrodisiac brought the more feral side of him, he wanted nothing more then to just breed you right then and there when he noticed your soft smile as you spoke to Captain Keaya.

His jealousy grew, if the green eyed monster was a person it was Venti.

Of course he was stride over and wrap his arms around you, whining some as his eyes shared a glare to the captain that was far from his normal behavior

Luckily for Kaeya since he knew ventis identity he wasn't about to just play with his life here, sayo g his goodbyes before leaving the two of you alone

"What was that? I hope I didn't say anything" oh so innocent, not one bit aware of your overly jealous and arousal Archon lover giving the captain the scare of a life time

Oh how he will ruin you tonight

And like he thought out in his mind the whole time he's dragging you home, he would see your beautiful eyes looking up at him with tears as his cock slams back into you, he's already came twice as well as you but his Archon stamina never faltered.

Whining and groaning "oh my muse you feel so good, so tight~"

He praised his mate as he continues to pound into them through the night, only ever stopping once the sun started to peek over the mountains.

When you gotten pregnant it was definitely a shock for him, he really didn't think your soft mortal body could bare a child of an Archon, but he wasn't complaining.

Constantly rubbing your swollen belly, giving your neck kisses and huming tunes to you.

He would always sing you to sleep when you had trouble, always finding the freshest apples and cutting them for you, and whenever it got too hot his winds would cool you down easily

Unlike the other two he didn't have to worry about someone interfering with his mate

However if Zhongli did try to visit on this rare occasion he would definitely keep a wing over you, only ever using his Archon form to try an intimidate the other Archon who honestly could care less on that.

Venti is a mix of the other two, he's very attentive but also very lazy as well.

That's what I have for this part! I can make other parts upon requested! 😌

[super-clearlysaltybouquet]

The one With The Heat Wave (1/2)

 Part 1/2

Wolfstar x reader      Sirius Black x reader      Remus Lupin x reader      Sirius Black x Remus Lupin      Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin 

Established couple (throuple), Hint of possible Poly!marauders x reader to come?

Feel free (after reading) to let me know where you guys would like part 2 to go…

Summary: Reader is very (sexually) frustrated, it’s also far, far too hot out

Warnings: Sexual Content (but no smut…yet)

Some fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

The heat wave started a week ago. And it had been a week since either of your boyfriends had touched you. 

You’re sitting in between them in one of Bins’s history of magic lectures, right at top of the cascading auditorium, both the farthest row away from the ground - and your terribly boring lecturer. Everyone’s breath is coming out in tight puffs and long sighs, and that smell of sweat hangs heavy in the air. 

‘You’d think they’d take pity on us’, Sirius says, aggressively fanning his face. He’s more pink than he should be, and his face is dotted almost entirely in perfectly round baubles of sweat. 

‘Surely this classifies as youth endangerment’, James chimes in from the row below you, and you can almost imagine the steam sizzling up from the top of his head. It’s far too hot, and everyone in the room but the ghost is feeling it. 

‘Didn’t McGonagall say something about a charm on the walls to cool the air down?’, Sirius asks to no one in particular.

‘We’re in bloody Scotland Padfoot, there’s no way she was being serious’, Remus pants, sparing Sirius a glace that somehow manages to be equally sympathetic as it is exasperated. The heat has got everyone on a short fuse. But worst of all neither of the boys have touched you beyond tight chaste kisses, and gentle pats to skin in almost a week. Since this hellfire decided to settle above ground. 

Remus has got his sleeves rolled all the way up. His muscles and vascular veins are more than poking out from his now near-translucent white school shirt. You know some of the Hufflepuff girls two seats over have noticed too, most definitely fanning themselves over more than just the hot air. It’s almost as nauseating. The smell isn’t helping either. The perspiration of the other 30 students in the room pales in comparison to the men right next to you. Their smell, the heavy breathing, and the undoubtedly sticky bodies beside you keep your mind entirely unsettled. Drawing your thoughts helplessly back to nights, and days spent in beds, bathtubs and broom closets. You hear your overworking heartbeat in two places at once, as blood rushes to your head and then all the way back down again.

‘Shhhh quiet, I can’t hear what he’s saying’, you chastise, motioning to Bins, your only hope is distracting yourself long enough to wait out this dry spell.

‘Sweetheart, no one can hear what he’s saying, he’s been mumbling for the last half hour’, Remus says.

‘And even if he wasn’t with the way everyone seems to be breathing like rabid dogs in here that would surely drown him out regardless’, Sirius adds, placing a gentle hand on your exposed thigh. The head rush is instant, like huffing a pack of cigarettes, or being doused in ice cold water. Then Sirius is retracting his hand back to fan his face. Leaving you to contemplate the newfound wetness between your legs. These slivers of contact were all you had to go on over the past week. Light touches, grazes and slip ups here and there. Far too minimal and devastatingly un-satisfying. It made your head spin, and your fingers tingle. You'd put on a brave face, but the waiting game was finally catching up to you.

‘I really don’t feel well’, you say, furrowing your brows together, gripping the wooden chair beneath you tightly. Desperately trying to bring balance to your very out of balance mind and body.

‘You and me both Y/N’, Sirius says under his breath, before turning to take notice of your genuinely sickly state. In an instant he’s fanning you instead, desperately, and with both hands.

Remus turns to look at you, and he isn’t able to hide his concern. 

‘Ohhh, my baby’, he coos, clasping his hands on either cheek to wipe your sweat away. You cross your legs in an instant.

‘Is it all too much for you?’ he continues, and you nod desperately between his hands, gripping onto his wrists to keep them there. It’s strangely counterintuitive. It’s the hottest week the Scottish Highlands have seen, probably ever, and you’re in despair to be touched. When you should really be shrinking away from any skin-to-skin contact. Somehow their attention is your salvation, the eternal cool to the blistering heat. 

Remus leans down to nip at your neck then, stealing a sweet kiss and a quick bite to the skin, soothing it with his tongue. And you fucking moan in your history of magic lecture. You’re reaching delirium, you really can’t be held accountable. Thank Godric, amongst the room full of overheating, whining students it isn’t particularly out of place. But even if someone pulled you up on it, you’re not sure you’d be embarrassed. Sirius’s hand returns to your thigh, gripping much tighter than before, sliding the tips of his fingers ever closer to the hem of your ruffled school skirt. Oh, they've definitely caught on. You start whimpering, practically shaking with need. ‘How about we head back up to the dorm? how does that sound?’, Sirius whispers in your ear, and you nod frantically. Remus is just looking at you, his hands still softly clasping your cheeks. His eyes gone black; pupils widened beyond belief. 

‘Just a reminder, public indecency is a crime’, James quips sharply from the row in front, his body contortioned to look at you from behind him. He sounds more frustrated than he does humorous in his remark, quite out of character for him. You’re not sure how long he’s been watching you three. Lost in your daze. He looks more out of it than he did just a minute ago, and his eyes lock onto yours. His lips are bitten, with sly traces of shredded skin, and he’s most definitely panting, as Sirius put it earlier: “like a rabid dog”. Your two boyfriends glance between each other, subtle knowing smirks gracing their lips.

‘Jealous, Prongs?’, Sirius tests, leaning forward endearingly, so the ends of his longer hair fan over James’s face.

‘Oh fuck off’, James whispers in defeat, and the tinge on his cheeks looks more like embarrassment than a just hot flush - as he turns his head back to face Bins at the front of the hall.

Remus and Sirius keep their eyes on one another for a little while, taking in James’s outburst. Some sort of silent communication takes place between them, and from the way you read them oh so easily you know they’re saying: ‘we’ll talk about that later’. 

Their attention returns to you. ‘How about we head up then, dove?’, Remus says, and you know it’s not really a question. 

‘y-yeah…’, you whimper, moving to stand as Sirius has already hastily packed up all your things on your behalf, slinging your bag over his shoulder. Remus keeps a firm hand around your waist, guiding the three of you out through the back of the lecture hall.

[didoldacc]

penchant ● choi beomgyu

nsfw content, minors please do not interact!

warnings: manipulative themes and mental health problems, heavy emphasis on beomgyu's beauty, religious references(only used to describe beomgyu's beauty, reader doesn't have an established religion so don't worry), hurt/comfort, reader is also an idol, misogynistic themes, no one in the story is "good" but the villain is reader's group member, toxic relationships, mentions of su1c1d3 cheating, first lovers to exes to lovers, hurt comfort, breaking in, topic of drug addiction, possesive yandereish!beomgyu, soft and hard dom!beomgyu, sub!reader, marking, pet names, oral (both receiving), fingering, praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation, dumbification, drowning kink, manhandling, multiple rounds, overstimulation, body worship(not just body worship tbh, reader worships beomgyu basically), choking, hair pulling, objectification, beomgyu takes advantage of reader's low point but great aftercare(finally a good thing), a really dumb solution for the conflict this is my very first full-length fic so i don't know how will this go, let me know if there is anything else i should add to warnings that i have missed. also don't forget to read the disclaimers at the end of the story.

qurbone ta hazole ta: "give up(my life for)/sacrifice(myself to) you, to beautiful you."

"they say when god created joseph, he wasted more than half of all humanity's beauty on him. yet here you are. even all of it wouldn't create another you."

an intense pain you feel on your chest. it really sucks that you have no one you trust to talk about what you are going through. but even if you did, you are not sure if you have the courage to tell the truth. so you just find a corner where you can silently cry. a place that no one knows except for him. you don't let yourself cry out even though it is exactly what you need so you just sit there in fetal position and put your head on your knees while tears just keeps shedding.

suddenly you hear footsteps coming towards the room you are in. you just wish it wasn't him. you don't want to face anyone, especially him. you don't have the courage to face him. you did nothing wrong to him yet he is the only person that you don't want them to find out. you feel guilty all over again and even though your mind wants to stop your tears shed even more and your sobs become audible.

and your fear comes true. you hear beomgyu's voice. you cannot comprehend what he is saying but it is not hard to assume why he is here. obviously he had to make a phone call. you try to wipe down your tears before he walks into room and check yourself if you look like you have been crying. and unfortunately for you definitely do. as soon as your hand goes to your purse to find something to clean your ruined make up, you hear the door opening.

he sees you and paniced expression covers his face. your ruined eye make up, your sclera turned red, your puffed face, your messy hair. it is impossible for anyone to not pity you in your state so it is not hard to imagine how pitiful you ex would be in this position.

he immediately hangs up his phone. from what you were able to heard, you assumed that the person on the phone with him was his new girlfriend. your lips move slightly upwards to the idea of him hanging up on his girlfriend for you yet you know better than thinking it meant something, of course he was going to hang up when he saw someone crying.

you pull yourself back when he starts to walk towards you. you don't know what to say or how to act. it is all awkward. one does not show their crying face to their ex boyfriends. you feel your heart racing, you can even hear it. and you find your back hitting the wall when he stops walking towards you.

surprisingly he doesn't say anything. he just comes closer and hugs you. his hands reach your hair and starts slowly patting your hair. while his grip on you thightens. you hear him humming a lullaby he knows you love to your ears. tears fall again from your eyes and sobs follow leaving your mouth. even his smell makes you feel safe. at home. you stay like that for almost an hour when he finally speaks. "so are you going to tell me what has been bothering you or you just want to stay like this?" you want to say yes but you decline his offer. you kept hearing his notification sound the whole time he was trying to calm you down. you know you should create new boundaries with him and also you don't want his act of the countenance ruin his new relationship. you just thank him and leave thinking he would let go.

the minute you leave the room, your phone's notification sound keeps ringing. messages you see yet don't open keep covering the upper side of your screen. you know it's from a certain member of your group. she spams your ktalk to say the same thing over and over again. at first you felt guilty and offered to help her deal with her problems. problems that you technically created. thoughts racing your mind. should you tell someone? your manager? your leader? the ceo? beomgyu?

yet you decide not to even though you know if they hear the story they would side with you or once you show them everything she texted.

you find yourself in front of your parents' house. you didn't even realize you were heading there when you wandered around. guess your consciousness chose here since seeing her would not be a great choice for you right now. luckily your parents were away for the next couple of days. you are not sure if them seeing you like this was a good idea.

you start a warm bath for yourself. maybe this could calm you down. dealing with her has become your full time job. heck even full time jobs had breaks, you didn't have that beautiful privilege.

as soon as your body connects with the bathtub, you hear someone opening the door. a fear -that soon fades when you see beomgyu- covers your whole body.

"beomgyu what are you doing here? how did you get in?" he doesn't bother to answer to your question. just stands there and stares at you. you were able to remain nonchalant yet you felt the urge to ask "why don't you just let go? we have broken up long time ago, i don't wanna be burden to you with my problems. it is not comfortable anymore." he just smirks and walks toward you before answering.

"you naive little thing, you never stoped being mine. and i don't like seeing what's mine get hurt by someone else." you feel a knot on your throat. the urge to cry is undeniable. what does he mean? still his? it's true that you are still single after your breakup with him even years later but at the end of the day you weren't his either.

"don't play dumb with me, princess. i know how obsessed you are with me, never really moving on... don't worry i find it cute." you know he is right. ever since the very first time your eyes had been blessed by his beauty, you only wanted to be his. for a while you were his and getting to know the real him didn't help your case of obsession with him. you started to love him more with everything you had learned, craving for even more. even him dumping you never changing anything.

when he sees your face expression turning calmer, he finally decides to answer the question you have asked when he first walked in. "i still remember the password to doorlock, that's how i got in. i am sorry for following you but i couldn't let my baby go like this." you give him a smile full of pain. "i really want to tell you everything. and i will. just let me get my head cleared first. maybe if you let me finish my bath, i will be on my right mind so i can tell the story without victimizing myself."

a sinister expression covers beomgyu's face, leaving you confused with the sudden change of atmosphere. "without me?" he simply says. he stares at your pupil growing bigger like a cat almost covering all of your iris that expresses your shock. "what about your girlfriend?" you manage to ask. "who cares? she knows she is a nobody i just choose to get my dick wet. i will just have to deal with dumping her but that can wait." you know that beomgyu is not particularly fan of the idea of one true love but you also know that he is not just a player. yet you choose to ignore the words coming out of his mouth confusing you more and accept his request. it is wrong but there is no moral compass for beomgyu's asks.

you miss his beautiful face, his beautiful body, his beautiful everything. so the voice in your head that keeps telling you that this is wrong stands no chance. god must have put all his energy while creating him. because there is no other logical explanation of why he is this beautiful. you watch him get naked. he takes his time, almost like he is teasing you. your eyes filled with admiration, you feel sick to your stomach. how can you even look at him after what you have done. sure, there is no way that he was harmed beacuse of the stupid desicions you made with your certain member yet you felt guilty.

as if he was reading your mind he starts talking again. "you were going to clear your mind, remember?" you nod while his now naked body positions himself right behind you. he made you lean your back on his chest while he starts to play with your hair. "so missed this, can't believe i was the one breaking up with you. but you'll forgive me, right? that's what my girl does." you only hum in agreement. though he doesn't need answers, he always gets what he wants when it comes to you.

his hands slowly start to play with you. light sensual touches againgst your soft skin. his hands move from your arms to your boobs giving them a gentle squeeze. the stimulation you feel on your nipples making you lean towards him even more. your new position allows him to give kisses on your forehead. "gyu~" you shamelessly start to moan his name with the really little play. he smiles and orders you to turn around. when you do he brings you to his lap before starting his abuse on your lips.

what starts as a gentle kiss filled with love turns into his way of devouring you. "gosh, you look so cute. i've missed this. i missed you." your face lights up with his words. you waste no time repeating his words of longing. his lips lifts up when he places his hand to your cheek. "you are so pretty. so pretty for me. only for me." you agree "only for you, beomie."

"want to make me happy?" he asks while grabbing your face. "anything, my god. anything for you." he can't help but get excited with the thing you called him. a god. that's what he is to you, right? his hands moving to your neck, his grip thightens around your neck then he sinks your body to water. "hold your breath as long as you can, baby. i wanna see you struggle. don't worry i will be careful that you don't get harmed. and if it's going to be too much just say no, i will understand. " yet you say nothing and with that he forces yor head under the water. the oxygen losing contact with your lungs. you body activates it's panic mode. you try to get out but his grip keeping you suffocated under the water, only thing you can do is just struggle just like he asked. he slowly stops and helps you to come back to surface. "did i hurt you?" you shake your head assuring him that everything is okay. "you did so good for me like a slut perfectly molded for me." you could feel his aroused state.

"maybe i should reward my precious doll. hmm, right?" you get excited with the news. after making sure you both are clean, he lifts you up and carries you bridal style. when he brings you to your room, you both can't help but feel nostalgic. vividly remembering every single time you both sneaked out during trainee days to have some fun here. exploring each other's bodies and your sexualities. beomgyu takes a pride for being the only one that did these things to you. and he is the only one who can. he made sure of it with planting ideas of everyone else being disgusting but him, only he can love you, everyone else is always after their own best interests, they do not care about you, he also scared away whoever men trying to get close to you and most important thing of them all he made himself your god. he was aware of his beauty and he made sure that it is the only thing in your mind, thinking about it nonstop. why did he break up with you in the first place? who knows but believe it he would lose it if someone else touches his property.

after gently placing to your bed, a trail of kisses on your body, especially focusing on the places he can leave marks to claim you once again and show the world you are taken. he goes back and forth between soft sensual kisses and anilmalistic lickerish kisses. once he is satisfied with all of his bite mars around your nect to thighs, he gives your lips a final kiss.

"will you be a dear and spread those legs for me?" you happily obey without any second thinking, leaving beomgyu pleased. his hands immediately travels to your aching core. "hmm, so wet~ ah this boosts my ego, seeing my angel turning into a slut for me. " he comments before thrusting his middle finger into you. "shit, even more thight than i remember. i bet-" he says while his thum starts to massage your clit. "i bet you can't even take my second finger. i don't think you will be able to take my cock, princess. how are you supposed to? look at you so small compared to me~" he says with a scoff. without a warning he adds his second finger and starts to do scizoring motions to get you ready for his size. but with a sudden change of heart, you feel his fingers leaving your hole and he gets up and sits between your legs. "how about my baby gets an orgasm she clearly missed while not being with me, hm?" before you say anything you feel his lips on your clit and his fingers rejoin the party in your cunny. while his fingers thrusting you with a fast and brutual pace, his mouth is way more gentler with your button. your poor finger playing with your clit wasn't enough to make you cum. you don't know why you never tried anything other than that but he is making it up to you with more experienced skills after your break up.

"beomgyu! a-ah too good, too good! ple- please don't stop." you keep repeating like it'sn invocation. feeling overwhelmingly good, it doesn't take too long for you to get close. "cum for me, hun" his voice vibrates on your core and with that your high reaches to you like waves. only being able to pant, you just lay there. beomgyu smiles and gives you compliments. telling you how good you did for him.

before you can regather your consciousness, he makes you sit on the corner of your bed and sits next to you. hands playing with your thighs. he leans towards your ear. "first return the favor and we are talking, okay? and after that i wanna have more fun with you, missed you so much." he whispers. you nod and get on your knees between his legs.

you start with kissing the tip. gosh it has been so long, what if you scupper it up? your hands hugging his member. you slowly start to push your head towards the length. when it reaches to back of your throat, you try your best not to gag. one hand goes to the places that you can't reach to stimulate there too while with your other hand, you play with his balls. trying so hard to be your best. not stoping your tounge swiling and your efforts to suck the soul out of him. apparently what you do is working cuz he turns into a whimpering mess. "that's it baby, just like that like a whore but only for me."

this only encourages you to go deeper making his body to fall back down. "can't believe you haven't done this in more than two years. you are s- so good~" you feel over the clouds with the compliments.

his breath gets heavier when he gets close. manages to say "shallow every- everything that i give you unless you want- ughmp a punishment." right before he relaeses his liquid for you.

laying right beside him, you give him a moment to rest while you try to think of what you are going to say. when he turns his head towars you, he expects you to speak but now you think maybe your problem wasn't that big. when you keep staying silent, he snaps. looking at you with an angry expression he just says "get out with it."

"should i just tell them all at once or-" he interrupts "doesn't matter as long as you get it out off your chest." you keep only looking at him for a little while before you say "it is dumb and i really don't wanna bother-" he interrupts again. "me? you really think it's gonna bother me? you know maybe the only one thing about is your stupid overthinking. i want you to tell. and i don't care if you are comfortable or not. i deserve to know. and if it was that stupid why were you crying like a toddler, hm?" he kisses your cheeks and hugs you. panting your back while giving your face sweet kisses.

"i started it, i thought i was the bad guy. but now i realize that even though i am not innocent, i am the victim, the one who got abused and manipulated." he breaks the connection to see your face. "can you elaborate, darling? who did what to you?" you blink your eyes when you feel them getting dry. beomgyu slightly chuckles to your silliness for forgetting to close your eyes for so long. "go on, i am listening. gosh my silly girl. even missed this."

"i- i don't know why i was doing that, now i find it extremely cringe but i had this similar thing to drug problem." a shocked expression covers his face with the unexpected news. "you did what?" you cringed at yourself even more. "i know it is so dumb but i needed something to cope, you know after we broke up." he smiles "i understand, i wasn't making fun of it or judging. i was just surprised. it is just so unexpected from you. you are scared of authority and public opinion first of all and this thing also hurts people around you and that's where you draw the line. it all is okay though. this doesn't make you a bad person." say says reassuring you.

"yes but i might kinda have shown that little habbit to one of my members and they might have also started it because of me. but i swear i warned her and told her to stop constantly. and i didn't even show or suggest her that. she just saw me doing it one day and she also started to have an addiction it consumed her as a whole. she stopped doing anything productive and always talked about it even when she was not gambling. and i felt guilty." he looks at you with a warm expression this time. "i am starting to see why this is stressing you out that much. and you are talking about 'nincompoop' i am assuming. she was always problematic and a stupid loser. why can't she decide for herself in her age? i don't see the problem here, you are not responsible for an adult who is capable of making her own desicions. "

"i still haven't told you everything..." you stop "okay baby, i was just trying to be responsive. go on, tell me everything, i am listening." you continue "well, later i realized my guilt was unnecessary. i am not victimizing myself, don't get me wrong but she pushed me more into that rabbit hole. you know i am kind of naive-" he interrupts again "not kind of, you are." you speak up. "GYU!" he giggles "i am not calling you dumb, though i can easily get you there with my touch~ you are just too trusting and do not question people around you that much." this time you say nothing, enjoying his teasing but you decide to continue yet again. "since i am KIND OF naive, i started to become the one who is influenced badly rather than being the bad influence. i was rather a casual than an addict. but she was definitely. she then got caught by our manneger. he let it go and told he is not going to tell the ceo. she felt afraid. she was so scared. i felt guilty and promised i will help. she had nothing to be afraid of but you know scared people, they lose it. i suggested her getting help and told her i also will get it even though i have stopped doing it more than a yeand and a half. she stopped cuz she was scared but refused to get help or to do anything to get better."

his hands holding yours, he decide to tease you yet again. "i am guessing the real story starts after this." he feels kinda shocked when you nod. "you know she can easily tell the public, i was the bad influence. and i can't even deny it when she does. she is not stable. i am not making her mental health problems the villain but she never has the good intentions, only wants attention of others even if it's negative. she can easily ruin me, my career. not just me but also the other members. even one can argue that i deserved it and had it coming, you can't tell the same thing about the other girls. they did nothing wrong."

"she was scared that police will find her and she will be put in jail. i told her it has been months. they don't have an evidence even, they can't but instead of listening to me, she found other people's stories online that was not even similar to hers. i kept telling her stop looking at those news or fake stories, she only hurts herself. then i decided to pay an actor for a small role. she was my friend and she accepted it. so i told nincompoop that i had a friend that went through the same thing and her stiation was in a small city, a white lie in my opinion. my friend did everything i asked her to. i know this is way fucked up but i really had the best interest of her. i mean maybe not cause i was getting tired of her clinging on me and constant whining. i wanted to help, really, but she was just... i know she has problems. i am an awful person for instead of understanding her problems, i hate her for them. it is just too much sometimes." you are surprised that he just listened without interrupting even once. you two stay slient for a few minutes before he gathers his thoughts and speaks. "you are not awful. from what i see you tried to help but she started to see you as her therapist. am i right?" you nod then shake your head. honestly you aren't sure what happened between you two. it all feels like a fewer dream.

"i mean maybe you are right or maybe i am not as understanding as i thought i was." he clears his throat. "i think you do way above bare minimum. i really don't trust this girl. wasn't she lying about her mom abusing her, just because her disabled sister got attention while she did not?" you try to defend her. "all people seek attention, gyu. yes her lying was not good but no one got hurt, right? we all are desperate for attention because we all are social creatures so why is she the bad guy?" beomgyu sighs in disbelief. "why are you defending her? no one getting hurt and attention seeking being in human nature doesn't make what she did less wrong but also didn't she hurt you? is that also in human nature?" you get upset with the way he raised his voice at you. seeing your reaction, beomgyu spoke. "i am sorry for raising my voice. it is just you are so naive and i don't like seeing getting hurt, okay? now continue please."

"before i continue, i really need to ask you something. am i a real life bojack horseman for hiring an actor-friend to get what i want." he bursts into laughs when he hears your question. but when he realizes that you aren't joking, he simply says. "no. no, you are not." you giggle and then put your head on his chest.

"gyu, maybe my brain plays games with me but after that she got even worse as if she knew what was i up to. she kept sending me messages of how she was so afraid that police will arrest her and the stories from the internet she read became the only thing she talked about. i said something. it was not a big deal or maybe it was but i said that her trusting her paranoia and the random people on the internet more than me made me hurt and i got offended. i said that just trust me and my friend that went through the same thing. i called some lawyer friends and they said she was totally safe. i wasn't making anything up. i even called a police relative and asked if she is safe and he said yes as long as there is no evidence. and since there is no evidence she was safe. but instead of listening to reason she said and i quote 'i am saying that i am going to k1ll myself and you are making this about you. you are so selfish.' that was never my intention nor the thing i said. but her saying that made me feel selfish. i really don't have any moral compass but if i had one being selfish would be the equivalent of being bad so i felt awful, like i am the worst person ever. i was the one who abused my prescriptions pills which caused her to become a drug addict. i blamed myself but then she confessed that she even took part in drug dealing. i cannot be responsible for that, right? because i never did anything like that even the thing i did i warned her again and again and again. i kept offering professional help even before and after her getting caught. i did my best but she made me feel bad about myself and kept saying 'don't leave me. if you leave, i will end it.' she wanted my constant attention and i am just too tired, gyu." you speak this time without letting him respond until you finished.

he pushes your head up so that he can look into your eyes. "let's just softly ghost her or make her stop talking to you herself. she can't tell anyone you misusing your pills without revealing her substance abuse." you give him a confused look. "how am i supposed to ghost her or never talk to her. we live together, we are in the same band. how will it even work?" beomgyu doesn't respond but instead makes you sit while he keeps his back placed on your bed. though you don't quite get the reasoning behind this, you still want him to play with you as he promised.

he looks ethereal, you think to yourself. how can someone be this beautiful? that moment pushes you to show beomgyu how you worship him. you start with giving him the most passionate kiss he ever had. yor lips longing for his lips for years couldn't care less whose these lips supposed to kiss. you pity the girl yet you do not leave his lips even for a second like a hungry animal.

your kiss trails his whole body. giving every single corner attention they need and complimenting them throughout the way. your soft hands holding his as if they are afraid of losing it again. you don't care about beomgyu's stupid words about people outgrowing each other thing when he dumped you. you two are meant to be yet this thought originally belonged to beomgyu. in his own way, he did this to protect you but clearly he was wrong. what a mess you became after him. it is impossible to not pity you. he doesn't pity you though, he just wants to end your pain while as a giveaway he also gets what he wants.

you proudly look the evidence of kisses you gave filled with desire and little hickeys you covered his stomach with. you trace his bottom half when he stops you. with an easy move he flips you over pressing your body to mattress. his hands holding your arms around your head as if you would escape him if he leaves them. "small little thing~ look how you basically dissappear under me, so cute but it makes me wanna ruin you more, baby. will you let me?" beomgyu's words practically having an incantation effect, you scream your affirmation to him.

his lips immediately attacking yours for a fight for dominance which he obviously is going to win. the taste of his cum being felt by him when you invite his tongue to your mouth. giving him sounds of pleasure and him dueting you sounds, you both feel like you are in heaven.

"such a pretty doll for me to devour~ i bet you would make a great free use fucktoy or a pretty obedient housewife. gosh maybe i should make you one of those." beomgyu says while his right hand trailing down towards your aching pussy. he positions his right hand still taking control over yours.

his two digits playing with your hole with 'come here' and scizoring motions to get you ready, he adds the third one to the party causing a gasp from you. once he feels like you are ready enough to take him, he immediately thrusts into you. he doesn't wait for you to adjust his size. it of course causes some pain following your tears to fall. him only getting more aroused with your tears, his thrusting fastens and gets harder which you don't complain. too lost in the pleasure even with the pain.

it doesn't take you to cum around his dick since beomgyu still remembers your sweet spots to push his member towards to yet it doesn't stop his abuse. his hands moving towards your neck. he gives to much pressure causing you to fight for your breath. "i am not finished, better take it." he says while your body getting close to second orgasm. "cum for me again with me! show me how much you've missed me!" he orders just before you two cum together. his hands leaving your neck to your waist. with an easy move beomgyu manhandles you again on your all fours.

his cock never stopping being hard, he continues his abuse on your poor cunt. overstimulating it making you cockdrunk. beomgyu pulls your hair causing you to moan even louder. he places his other hand on your ass to have a better grip on himself. at this point the only thing you can say is his name while he fucks his cum back into you. enjoying how dumb you got around him, his thrusts fastens. "such a dumb slut. all mine. all mine. all mine. all mine. mine to touch. mine to breed. ugh you can't even respond. you love my cock that much? you can't think of anything but me~" you only being able to understand a little fraction of what he said, you feel the familiar pain building up on your stomach again when he says he is close. you cum around his cock for the third time just before he fills you up again.

he throws himself to your side and brings your back to his chest, spooning you. playing with your hair and giving you compliments not only about the sex you guys had but also your beauty and how angelic you are. he brings you water and makes sure you use the bathroom. he washes your body again. he orders you food you both like. he opens your comfort movie when food arrives. enjoying both the meal and the movie. you two take a nap and when you wake up, seeing him right beside you makes you feel like you are in heaven.

"we should finish our talk." he says leaving you confused. not waiting for a response from you, he says "would you give up everything for me? be my housewife. don't worry i will take care of you and our children." you only get more confused with his words but you nod. what did these have to do with the stiation? he continued. "you will not take the next day pills and you will have my baby. i will marry you. we could be a family and you get your happy ending away from her. since we can't expose her, we can get you away from her." you respond with a "that's dumb but it could also ruin your career. i don't want that. you deserve all the good things, gyu." but he is determined to get what he wants. "then when you get pregnant, we can marry in secret and the company will retire you due to a 'health related complication' i know these all sound dumb but i want you to be mine and mine only. give up everything, run away from your problems even if that's dumb, be with me, start a family with me." you know it all lacks logic but you agree. at the end of the day what would make you two happy is the logical desicion, right?

he smiles when he gets what he wants. he should have found a way to make it sooner but an opportunity came when his lovesick mind was about to go crazy. was he wrong when taking it? beomgyu is never wrong when it comes to you. ready to accept every part of beomgyu.

disclaimer: this work is of course not written with the intention to show real beomgyu, it is just fanfiction. english is not my first language although i can say i am pretty advanced this work contains ambiguity and incomprehensibility. addition to that some tense clashes. also i know drug is big taboo in korea and also i am not trying to make addicts look bad. if it looked like this, i can edit the story to make it less problematic. i hope you guys don't find it dumb. i originally planned the same conflict with shoplifting or gambling but they sounded cringe...

please do not copy or repost or translate my work. i will put this warning just in case. it is stealing in literal meaning. so please just don't.

i hope you guys enjoyed it~

it is my first full-length fanfic so writing might not be that good so i am apologizing for that. also changed the more darker tone this fic originally had cuz it was all edge no point. but i would really like feedbacks. and i appreciate every single reblog. have a good day! love you all!

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special thanks to: @/kaespas (cuz if not for her i would have delete most of this fic)

[wandasfifthwife]

matter of importance

— eg!rarity x reader

tw || no specific gender mentioned for reader but I imagined fem while writing, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, first argument, not proofread

summary || rarity’s been asked to design a fashion line for a designer you know she’s been raving about since forever. after succeeding, she’s landed a full-time job as their designer. in doing so, she’s left you behind.

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She’s chasing after her dreams—why would you wish to stop her from doing so. It’s been an incredibly long journey, you know as she’s been using you as a model for her clothes. That was until she got an offer, the one that’s now lead her down a path of success; but lately you’ve been afraid that her vision for a successful future is one without you.

You might’ve not enjoyed the feeling of her needle poking you from time to time when you were her model, but you enjoyed the time spent with her. Now she has real models to work with, important measurements to take. It was all done without you. Of course you try to be supportive by showing up to her events or being in the background. What kept you going was seeing her face light up when she would recognize you in the crowd. She still cares to see you.

You brought yourself over to her workspace, sitting on a nearby chair to watch her. An ugly feeling arising when you come to realize your plans will be cancelled again. Sitting in silence beside her can only be so much for so long.

“Rarity,” you call out, voice muffled from the sounds of her sewing machine. She spots your shadow walking up, momentarily stopping to listen.

“Do you want to go that city event tonight?”

“Oh darling I wish, but I am quite backed up. Perhaps we can reschedule?”

You highly doubt it. At this rate you don’t believe you’ll get a moment alone with her until she’s at a stable point in her career. If that even were ever happen.

She’s gone back to sewing, choosing another project to work on seeing as you’ve started to talk to her. Her glasses set on the tip of her nose, fingers working on weaving the needle through the cloth, fixing a hem that had fallen loose once fitted in the model.

“Rarity?”

“Yes?”

“What’s this supposed to do,” you emphasize your words by pointing at the tack around her thumb.

“Oh why it’s a thumb tack, helps me not to poke my finger when I’m doing smaller stitch work.”

The next two, three, six questions are running her patience thin. It’s like every minute you were dragging her attention here and there, anywhere but where she needs it to be. It snaps after the eight question, pushing her mind into an unhealthy state.

“What’s going on with you,” she starts, continuing to finish fixing the dress, “you’re usually not like this.”

You debate on telling her the truth, not sure if you could handle hearing her response to your apparent “issue.” She would laugh at you, find you ridiculous for thinking her work was taking her away from you.

“I’m just talking to you.”

“Well you did, and if you can’t tell I’m busy.”

“Of course you’re busy, that’s all you ever are,” you snap, hurt bleeding into your aggressive tone. “If you would take a step back you’d see that this has been taking all of your attention.”

“It’s a serious job, it’s going to take time to do.”

“And I’m not serious enough?“

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“No,” you huff, “it’s what you’re showing. You’re acting like this isn’t a problem.”

“This wouldn’t be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it. I think you’re being unreasonable, now please leave me be. That’s been quite enough.”

You wish it was a joke, or a nightmare, but her back facing towards you was reality. There was hope that she would turn around, apologize, say she’d love to meet later tonight. It hurts more when she moves to work back with the machine, the loud sound drowning out any other comments you may add.

With arms wrapped around you, you left. A choked sob escaping you once you’ve left her building. You’ve never experienced this side of her, one that’s aloof and removed. You avoided her house, walking straight back to your own to try and dry up the tears falling down your cheeks.

Rarity was unable to work. After working with a sewing machine for so long the sound has become like background noise to her, she’s used to it. So she heard your cry when you left, the sound new to her ears. She’s heard you cry before, but not because of her. Ego kept her from turning around and apologizing right then, and she regrets, guilt rising within her with every minute.

Maybe there’s a way to make it up to you. She’s rushing to check her clock, seeing that she still has two hours until the town’s event begins—she still had time. Your house was in the same neighborhood as her, a five minute walk either way. Upon approaching she notices the light on in your room. She feels worse when she sees your state. After opening the door, you’ve been looking anywhere but her, eyes puffy and red.

“I came to apologize,” she starts, wringing her hands together, “I was rude earlier, snapping at you like that. It was terrible of me. You didn’t deserve that.”

You nod along, eyes still sad and avoiding hers. She grows frustrated, movements less shy and inward.

“Oh I can’t take this. I miss you, and I’m so sorry. I’d leave this job in a second if it’d help remove this mopey feeling.”

“You don’t have to quit, I’m just selfish.”

“I do, it’s too much for me anyways—it doesn’t allow me to do what matters most.”

You’ve begun to cry again, teeth biting at your cheek to try and stop it.

“Are those sad or happy tears, darling. I quite hope they’re happy.”

“They’re happy,” you laugh, wiping at your face.

She smiles, pulling you into an embrace that would’ve had you blushing if she had done this after a week of dating. You grip her shirt, relaxing in her hold.

“You’re not a second choice to me.”

[tadfools]

I've decided to add art headers for each chapter of The One That Got a Thay: A Semichronological Guide on Breaking Free of Your Dread Father and Removing Illithid Parasites (wow that's a mouthful) which you can read here

I've put the first chapter under the cut if anyone wants to read it also! Thank you guys for almost 2,000 hit on my little love story so far! (its 3k words before you tap that read more)

She could hear the fire crackling behind her. Popping every so often with the remnants of the boar’s fat which had dripped within the pit several hours prior. It was a good find and, with Gale’s little freezing trick, would keep the group fed for at least another few days.

Tavaris hesitated to grab the animal’s carcass and take it back to the camp when it was found, but Wyll and Karlach insisted. The placement was too perfect – the kill too clean. As if the beast was meant to be discovered. Beyond that, Astarion had attempted to pull her attention from it in a way that opposed what she decided was his normal behavior. While they had only known each other for a handful of days, his need to draw her focus from the boar struck her as odd.

Had Wyll not rolled it over with the heel of his boot, the two thin trails of blood clumping the fur of its neck would have gone unnoticed. And, had Tavaris not been slightly turned to the side, the motion of Astarion’s eyes darting away would have gone the same.

A problem for later she supposed. Everyone in the group was entitled to their own secrets. Astarion was no exception.

Their system for the night’s watch had gone well so far. With two of them being of the elven variety, it meant that watch could be split up between just the two of them while the others slept soundly for eight hours. Though Lae’zel was prone to ‘scanning the perimeter’ before settling down, similar to a disgruntled housecat. Tavaris was meant to sleep first; with another three hours still to pass before her pale companion would end her meditation - if it didn’t come naturally to a close. Perhaps she would bring it up when they switched roles.

She had pulled herself away from the group, stating that the sound of the river’s water aided her rest. Her back was now to the fire while the others slept soundly around its diminishing warmth. It wasn't necessarily a lie; the water’s babbling did help. Though not with any pathetic attempt at mediation. It was a distraction.

The gnolls that had ravaged that caravan… the blood of those accompanying it. All of it spilt poorly, with the same care a child would afford to throwing paint during a tantrum. It was disgusting.

Where was the artistry, where was the craft? The suffering of every human slaughtered there was ended far too quickly. The animals lunged for throats first. Pathetic. Were it so that she led the massacre, the suffering would have gone on for hours. The screams would have been savored with an expert’s care-

She snapped her eyes open, now faced with hands clenched into fist that sat in her lap, the deep purple of Tavaris’ skin was pulled taught around her knuckles as she flexed them. The thoughts weren’t getting any easier to push away. Her mind never stilled, near relentless in the horrors that would accost it at any given moment. The most mundane of activities, it seemed, were tinged with depravity. Something as simple as cutting carrots for the stew which made the group’s dinner was twisted within brief flashes of each chop being a finger’s knuckle. The owner of the appendage howling in a pain which she reveled in.

While she peeled the onions, Tavaris could almost imagine it being the same as prying back the skin of a face. An agonizingly simple motion, a quick pull of the ear and one could achieve a clean removal to the other side.

It was almost enough to drown out the prattling of her fellow wizard, who in the few days since they met, decided he was to be the group’s resident cook. There was a twinge in the back of her mind when she thought that. Not the mutilation of a man meant to be her friend, but in the idea that he could be considered an equal to her in any regard.

The magic that Gale played with wasn’t worth killing. It was meant for show - to impress others that were better suited to die. Where Gale made a presentation of a flick of the wrist and bright colorful displays of sparks, she wielded pure, concentrated death in her hands… it wouldn’t have been that hard to rot the wizard’s flesh. Honestly, she should’ve cut his hand off when she had the chance.

None of that was within a line of thinking Tavaris wanted to be anywhere near. She wanted to listen Gale’s stories of Waterdeep and learn how he casted spells like an art show.

It was easier to raise a corpse and have it an answer a string of questions than it was for her to produce a simple flame in the palm of her hand. Even in the fight against the gnolls, she wanted to lunge at them with a dagger instead of sending a bolt of radiant energy towards them from a distance. Why was that? Why was holding the sun within her hand more difficult than a wad of necrosis?

The headache which never fully left her thrummed in time with her heartbeat. A steady rhythm of blood which serenaded her in quiet moments. It was maddening. What had she done before the nautiloid to be cursed with the inability to sit in silence for even a moment? Tavaris took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. If it was that painful to focus within, she would focus out.

The fire dying down, Karlach’s snoring, Shadowheart – or perhaps Wyll tossing in their bedroll, the river flowing away from them, frogs croaking and crickets chirping and the sound of… leaves crunching.

Crunching leaves that were all but muffled within the other sounds of the night. Had she not been actively listening; the footfalls would have gone unnoticed.

The events that happen next came in quick succession, almost as if another being had taken control of her completely. The rustling got ever-so louder; the hairs in the back of her neck stood on end - a signal to a predator that a fool was attempting to make her prey. Tavaris spun around with her hands clutched into fists with her pinky and pointer fingers extended on both hands so that a small ball of necrotic energy crackled between the them.

“Shit.” Astarion was less than a foot from her, eyes wide – almost manic.

“That’s all you have to say?” Tavaris clenched her fist, the green energy growing brighter to the point it numbed the sides of her fingers and top of her knuckles. She stood to her full height in one motion, shoulders square as she stalked towards him until Astarion was backed against a pine tree. He was a full head taller than her but, in the moment, seemed so, so small.

“No no – it’s not what it looks like, I swear!” He pleaded, waving his hands in the space between them, “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed,” He trailed off, eyes flicked to their sleeping companions - the objectively easier targets, “…blood.”

Tavaris hesitated then, fingers twitching, the necrosis she held flickered but did not dissipate. The light from her spell cast the space around them in a pale green glow which melded with the orange of the dying fire a hundred feet away. Both glinted off of pointed teeth. Astarion’s eyes reflecting the light in the same way a cat’s would. Just above the ruffle of the collar secured around his throat was a single puncture. It didn’t take much imagination to picture the second underneath the fabric.

How had she been so stupid?

“How the hells did I not see this.” The question came out as a statement as rage bubbled in the pit of her stomach. It rose through her throat, curling her mouth into a snarl. Tavaris kept her voice low, as much out of anger as a need not to wake the others. “How could I be so blind? Look at you.” She hitched her head towards the fire, “You killed that boar, didn’t you?”

“Tav- Tavaris,” He ignored the question, “It’s not what you think! I’m not some monster!”

Her hands tightened, the sickly green intensifying, making it clear that wasn’t the answer she wanted.

“A-animals! I feed on animals,” The hand waving grew more frantic, it would’ve been cute in any other circumstance, “Boars, deer, kobolds – whatever I can get.”

She tiled her head to the side slowly, “Do I look like a kobold to you?” Blood pounded in her ears, threatening to drown everything else out. How dare he think of comparing her to an animal.

“Of course not my friend… I just- I’m just too slow right now…” Astarion’s hands fell to his sides as he spoke as if he were giving up, or putting on a show of being meek, “If I had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.” He lowered his head and, despite being taller than her, looked up at Tavaris from his lashes.

An ache spread through her skull, starting beneath her eye socket and writhing through her brain. It was the tadpole trying to reach out to its brethren amongst her anger. Had Tavaris had a moment longer to collect herself - to push down the dark urge to twist Astarion’s beautiful flesh until he rotted beneath her hands – she would’ve swatted it away. She was too consumed with not hurting her friend, despite the fact he had just been attempting to attack her, to stop the tadpole from prying into him.

Immediately Tavaris felt hollow, cold – so very cold. She- he… they were curled on the floor. The hardness of the marble slabs digging into their knees. How long had they been commanded to knell there? Hours? Days?

In their hands writhed a rat. It shrieked and squealed in its attempt to escape their grasp. The hold was too firm to allow the luxury of escape. Long nails punctured the animal’s flesh where it fought, causing yellow puss to leak from it. They could feel the magots squirming underneath the scabbed, patchy fur.

A sob escaped them as they bit down. The rancid blood of the rodent flowed through them, sustaining them.

Tavaris pulled away, breaking out of whatever bloodthirst tried to consume her. Without thinking, she shifted the fists of her hands so that they were cuffing the empty space between them in two crescents. The necrotic energy morphed into a lilac sphere before she deftly flicked it towards the campfire.

A bubble formed over the group there, immediately silencing the crackling of the fire and any other sound within. Though she had no memory of casting this spell before, Tavaris knew that it worked both ways, that those entrapped within the sphere of silence could hear nothing outside of it.

She could kill him if she wanted to and no one would know.

The horrid suggestion was pushed away as soon as it came, her anger now focusing on the one who had hurt Astarion before they met. “You were forced too.” Tavaris spoke slowly, any fury was now gone, replaced with a need to understand. “That’s why you didn’t say anything before this.”

“At best, I would sure you’d say no.” He shrugged; eyes glossed over as he tried to push down the trauma she inadvertently forced him to relive. Astarion had his attention on the dome of magic, trying to discern its nature she supposed. His focus returned to her when he spoke again, “More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs. I needed you to trust me.” He held her stare, blood red irises not leaving the grey of her own, “You can trust me.”

Tavaris sighed, the tension in her shoulder blades leaving her. Nestled within the memory the tadpole revealed was a deep dread that rivalled the disgust from the experience. He was afraid. She didn’t want to be someone who reveled and that kind of fear anymore. “I do trust you Astarion.”

His eyes widened before relief flooded through his expression, “Thank you.” His next words came out slow, chosen carefully, “Could you… trust me a little further? I only need a taste, I swear."

He had said he needed blood to fight better, but that wasn’t completely true. It was written in the way his posture slumped, how his eye contact was far too forced. He was trying to prove something. To whom she wasn’t sure.

Her whole body felt wrong – corrupted somehow. If Astarion drank it and had no ill effect, maybe the poison within her was solely residing in her mind. There was a chance she could actually fight the dark urges if she knew for certain it was only confined to her thoughts.

“Fine.” Tavaris said, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt past her elbow, “No more than you need.”

“Really?” Astarion gasped before composing himself, “I – of course. Not one drop more.” He nodded as if he was trying to convince himself of that statement while smiling pleasantly. The grin didn't reach his eyes.

“As long as I can stay focused the others won’t notice.” She gestured to the silence spell, “Do keep that in mind.” Tavaris turned her back from him, returning to the spot she sat in earlier before padding the dirt in front of her. “You might as well sit down.”

A nod was all he gave her as he did what was asked. The pupils of Astarion’s eyes were wider than she had seen them before, to an almost unsettling degree.

“If you don’t pull away when I ask you to,” She held her arm out in the space between them, “I’m going to electrocute you. Do you understand that?”

“Oh? Another trick I didn’t know you had,” He smiled coiling as his fingers circled around the small of her wrist and pulled it closer to him, forcing her to lean in somewhat. There was no warmth in the touch, it felt like she had just plunged it into the river beside them, “My dear, you are just full of surprises.”

Tavaris wanted to throw a snarky remark back towards him but the time was not afforded to her. Her wrist was lifted up towards him as he lowered his mouth to meet it with a shuddering breath as Astarion fluttered his eyes closed. Almost as an afterthought, he placed a single kiss over the veins there before his gripped tightened and he bit down.

A small “Oh.” was all that left her.

The rush was indescribable. Tavaris had bleed before, many times that she could not remember. But this? With her blood actively being taken – syphoned… Instinctually she clutched her fist which sent more blood gushing out of her and into his mouth. It spilled at the corners of his lips, trailing down his chin and blotting the white of his shirt where it met his skin. Astarion paid the stain no mind as if e was miles away, his expression almost euphoric.

The breaths he would take through his nose bordered on panting. In the beginning the air that left him was cold, but quickly morphed into a warmth that she understood came from her.

The corners of Tavaris’ eyes blurred as a pit in the bottom of her stomach formed, threatening to drag her into the soil below them. Her head was begging her to let it lull to the side. The rushing of her blood that never left her ears subsided and for the briefest of moments she felt the thing which she desired most - quiet.

“Enough,” She breathed, “Astarion that’s enough.”

“Mhm?” He hummed, not quiet hearing her. There was the briefest hesitation before he retracted his fangs from her wrist with a sickly pop. A string of pink saliva trailed from his mouth down to her skin before separating. “Of course,” He held her wrist still, eyes not leaving the two holes formed in her skin and the impressions of the other teeth around them. “That ah... that was amazing.” An airy laugh left him as his thumb slowly trailed down and circled the punctures, smearing the blood there, “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel…”

“Happy?” She supplied.

“Happy.” The smile grew, for the first time she saw a tinge of pink over his cheeks and the tips of his ears - her blood, “I’m happy.”

A quiet moment stretched between the two of them, just the water, the distant frogs, and his panting breaking it. The adrenaline began to subside, giving way to a dull ache over her arm as she shuddered in a breath, Tavaris was expecting the thrumming to come back once his lips left her. All that remained was the voice in the back of her head telling her to lunge towards him and slit his throat but reduced to a quiet murmur.

“I didn’t do it so you could fight better.” She said.

“What?” He sounded shocked, as if that was the last thing he was expecting her to say.

“You said you needed blood to fight better. That is not why I offered you my hand.” She looked up to him then, staring at the way her blood was already beginning to crust over his jugular, how it bloomed in the fabric of his shirt and stained his teeth. There didn’t seem to be any ill side effects, quite the opposite really. It didn’t burn his skin or rot his clothing. It was just blood.

“Are you… alright?” Astarion made a motion as if he were going to lift his hand towards her before, stopping almost if he thought better of it.

“I’m fine.” Tavaris swallowed, “I just feel a little woozy.”

“It’ll pass.” He said as he leaned backwards, using the palms of his hands for support as he looked up towards the stars, “Just be glad I’m not a true vampire. A bite from them and you might wake up as a spawn, like my good self. All of a vampire’s hunger, but few of their powers.” Sadness twinged in his voice. "I would hate for you to be a spawn of any kind darling."

Tavaris flicked her unbitten wrist, lifting the blood from the fibers of his shirt and skin, evaporating it in the space between them with a simple bit of prestidigitation. Though it did nothing for the blood that stained his teeth and gums. She let the remainder of the blood on her stay for a reason she couldn't quite place.

“Is that how you can stay in the sun?” She asked before he could comment on the spell, “Because you’re not a true vampire?”

“Ohh no,” Astarion let out that sad laugh, “I should be cinders in the light. I hadn’t seen the sun for two hundred years three morinings ago.”

“And the first thing you did was try to attack me?” She tilted her head to the side, an objectively bad move as what remained of her blood rushed to her forehead.

“No, the first thing I did was try to scurry to a shadow. Then I attempted to…strike up a conversation with you.” His smiled at that like it was a playful memory, “Someone - or something - wants me alive.”

She pressed her hand to her temple, “The rules have changed for you then?”

“I suppose that goes for you as well.” He gestured to Tavaris, “Though it’s not as severe with drow, your kind isn’t meant for the sun either you know. But, standing in the sun…” Astarion took his eyes from the sky and looked to The Chionthar, “Wading through a river, wandering into homes without an invitation - they’re all perfectly mundane activities now.”

Tavaris rolled her sleeve back down, the dried blood on her skin flaking as she did so, “Do you think it’s the parasite’s doing?”

He shrugged, “That’s my theory, but who knows?” Physically he was present in the conversation but his eyes, a more vibrant red now, were trailing over every nook and cranny of the forest beyond the river. What she had given wasn’t enough for the hunger inside him.

“If I can help in anyway, within reason, just ask. We’re in this together.” The silence spell was beginning to waver, the energy signaling its dissipation crackling at the base of her skull.

“Oh Tavy, you’re such a sweetheart.” He still wasn’t looking at her.

“We’re literally in this together, my blood is inside of you.” That brought his focus back to her. “How are we going to go about feeding you in the future? I highly doubt Shadowheart will be as understanding with this little revelation. Especially if she, or any of the others, find out the same way I have.”

“They would turn up with torches and pitchforks no doubt. Come first light, we’ll all have a little chat about it.” Astarion locked eyes with her for a moment before going back to the tree line. “No innocence,” He said quietly, more to himself than to her, “You have my word Tavaris.”

It was her turn to sigh, “I see no harm in the ones that we’re going to kill anyway, they’ll be just as dead a few minutes later.”

“Exactly! After all, you know what I am now.” He smiled, more genuine this time, “I’ll fight with all my weapons – teeth included.”

Astorian seemed the most relaxed since they had met in that moment, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. This could have gone so very differently had she listened to the desire to kill him. She’d be hiding his corpse right now, but instead, he sat beside her leaning back leisurely and looking up the way the moon reflected over the water in awe. Now that she understood that he was by all accounts dead, the act of giving him her blood made him feel… alive and she had done that. For the first time perhaps ever, her blood had been used to help someone.

“You might as well bring whatever you kill back to camp too." She was partially joking and hoped the mirth in her tone translated that, "It saves a step in the cooking process."

“Ha, of course. Now,” He stood like a dancer entering a stage with all the grace that she was currently unable to muster, “If you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more… filling.” Astarion took a few steps towards the tree line before looking back to Tavaris over his shoulder, “This is a gift you know.” He said simply, “I won’t forget it.”

[pianocat939]

Prompt 6 is has yandere Longan dragon vibes. You could possibly add on to the Longan dragon offering yandere story but that's just me.

Sorry for the long wait ;-; I’ve had so much music practice lately I don’t have as much time to write.

This is kind of an offering idea, but it’s still quite different. It’s primarily reader seeing Longan as a god.

Tw: Mentions that MC eats fish, Getting struck by lightning, unhealthy worshipping, Longan takes MC with or without compliance, MC almost drowns

Prompt 6: “Let me take you away~ All to myself for eternity.”

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Your eyes flutter open, the dawn’s early light beaming in. It burns, forcing you to close your eyes for a few seconds before once again opening them. Groggily sitting up, you take in your surroundings.

The gold-colored shrine stood before you, the offerings from yesterday still upon the small table. A painting of Longan Dragon hangs behind the furniture, its colors dimmed by the overhang of curtains. Their face dead with no emotion; piercing a slight terror into your being.

Ah how you wished they were here in front of you. You could witness their power and show your absolute devotion to their superiority. If only they had not locked themselves away in the depths of the sea. 

You can imagine the celestial presence. Descending upon you as your heart lays bare for their taking. All you demand for is the acceptance of your love for them; to let you be to their service in numerous ways; for it was your purpose in this grotesque world called the Universe. Just how long must you wait for their arrival?

A few yells from the citizens from your yard  brings your attention back to your place, in front of the shrine where your arms nestle on the table in a crossed state; the limbs numb from you sleeping on top of them. Outside, you hear the birds chirp wildly as the town awakens to a new day. 

Looks like it is time to leave the divinity again.

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You were always curious about the world around you. Wanting to know how to create it, and the purposes of the creatures that live upon Earthbread. Many theories and explanations, detailed with evidence. Yet none seemed to satisfy the longing your heart held. That is until you find a data book at the deep end of a library. 

Its writings overflowed with knowledge a mortal could not possibly muster on their own; the creation of the lands, the deities who ruled the sea and sky, the worthier beings who dominated the lesser cookies, and so on. It all unbarred an avant-garde perspective on you. Particularly, the five dragons who ruled the islands of Soda. 

Their power was unparalleled to the cookies who also inhabit the same places. The heavens and underworld below sung in praise for their work in keeping those of uselessness below. Maintaining a level reign of hierarchy.

One may think they are the elite of the strongest. However, there is one who rules over the other four. Encased in gold and cream-colored silk--Longan Dragon held all the vigor possible. 

Yet despite this prowess they hold, they still desire to succumb to the darkness of the waters and only awaken when someone dares to threaten their title: which is never. Leaving them in a slumber of eternity, unknown to the rest of the world except for their kin who scatter about on the islands surrounding their resting place. 

They are what you have been looking for since the day you could think. The one who held knowledge of everything. The one who could answer all your questions. They are the key to your Enlightenment. 

So, to achieve your ambition, you have started to worship them, in hopes of them appearing before you with the guidance you seek. Lamentably, they have yet to come. No matter, you will continuously wait for your celestial divinity. 

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Your house is running out of food, especially fish. You sling a net over your shoulder. You then saunter over to a narrow boat. Cautiously entering in, you steady yourself along the sides of the wood. After checking items needed for fishing, you push off from the shore. 

After drifting out on the ocean for a while, you throw out the net. Watching it descend like silk into the clear waters. After a few minutes of vigilantly sitting, you pull the net up, a bundle of fish appearing from the blue abyss. Loading the weight onto the boat, you open the trap. The fishes flap helplessly, desperately wanting to escape the demise of death. You hurriedly shove them into a box full of salt, keeping the freshness as well as possible. 

You observe the vast blanket of liquid, noticing the waves rolling in slowly. It is peaceful, unlike the bustling village you reside in. Nothing seems to be in distress, just floating on the surface without care in the world. How ideal it would be, not having to worry about such problematic matters of civilization. 

Without warning, lightning strikes down on the water not too far from your spot, causing sudden turmoil. The waves all at once crash towards your small little ship, making it wobble violently. Conveniently, you are skilled with these situations, paddling smoothly against the impact. Yet it is as though life has other plans for you.

On the spur of the moment, a giant creature shoots up from the depths, its long body twisting and turning. Meanwhile, appalled by the sight, you do not register the flash heading in your direction. It struck your chest, burning you.

You cry out in pain, toppling over the walls of the boat. In a mere second, the ocean greets you, enveloping your tiny body. Bubbles blow up from your mouth. Air floating out into the darkness. 

This is it. You are going to die. 

Looks like you will never get to see your divinity--Longan Dragon. 

A sudden force then fishes you out from your near passing. You find yourself surrounded by a warm embrace, a contrast to the freezing water you were just in. It feels safe, like you are a newborn again. You instinctively curl up against it, exhausted from the incident.

“I apologize deeply, my worshiper.” A deep voice resonates, composedly picking each word. You open your eyes, only to be astounded by the sight before you. It is Longan Dragon. Your beloved god is carrying you, apologizing to you, and touching you. You could not have been happier.

Filled with joy, you squeal, “Longan Dragon?! Oh, how I’ve been anticipating your awakening! I’ve offered so many things every day; I just can’t wait to show all the poetry I’ve written for you!” You lace your hands together, starry eyes wide with faith. 

“Mh yes, I suppose you can show that, but I have something to discuss with you first.” They float down angelicly, sitting on the structure you fell off moments ago. “You are the only one to notice my upbringing of power; therefore you are mine. Which means you shall leave your abode to reside in my palace.”

You did not answer, only nod.

They continue on, staring at you with a hint of adoration. “Let me take you away~ All to myself for eternity.” They stroke your hair, smiling deviously. “We have much to do, my precious devotee.”

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Your neighbors knock on your door. Asking nervously if you are well. 

But only an empty shrine remains, abandoned by its owner.

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I wrote most of this in two days. Kinda proud but also not proud lmao.

- Celina

[mintmoth]

Hi it’s me overblot Kalim anon back again

Firstly I’m so glad you like my idea and honestly you put what I was thinking about the meaning behind his overblot into words 100% accurately

Secondly I wanna share my final additions to add some extra angst:

1. Yknow how MC/Yuu has been getting more and more sarcastic with each new overblot? Yea that would not be the case with kalim. Resident sunshine boy of the school suddenly snapped? MC/Yuu wouldn’t even have anything to say they’d be shocked

2. Oasis Maker causing rain can tie into this perfectly, cause obviously emotions are high right? That’s how overblots work. So imagine just him overblotting and causing the once sunny skies of Scarabia to turn into dark clouds raining down on the dorm with no end in sight. This would also perfectly reflect his current mental state

3. Jamils reaction: obviously he’d probably worry about what would happen if his parents and Kalims parents found out that he overblotted. But I can’t help but wonder what he would think about besides that. Would he be worried for Kalim deep down? Annoyed? Regretful? It honestly depends how much of a relationship was created between the two before this hypothetical overblot happened and that in it of itself opens a whole can of angsty worms

Man twst really went “no one is mentally well here” and proved it in 100 different ways huh. Someone give these boys a hug and a certified therapist that isn’t MC/Yuu

Kicks in the door because boy we are all crying tonight but YEAH

Honestly the overblots all make a lot of sense as they come, with Jamil's being more surprising of the main cast, Riddle was actively being borderline tyrannical and aggressive, Leona is also openly aggressive and was ultimately behind a lot of people getting injured, Azul was openly behind all the giant bullshit of conning like half the student body, we haven't gotten to Vil yet but he's openly in the spotlight and hostile towards others- like MILD SPOILERS but in book 6 Idia comments that the ones who have overblotted are all Known Problem Students (save for Jamil, who's mastered the art of keeping his head down and blending into the background in order to be unnoticed, hence why his overblot would be a surprise to anyone who wasn't the MC actively witnessing him being shady as fuck)

So it's basically yes, been a track record of very plainly obvious problem students who clearly have issues, so for Kalim to be someone who overblots?? That would be so genuinely alarming for everyone involved to hear, to learn that someone who is basically sunshine personified was so wholely consumed by the negativity within himself that he's endangering himself? Honestly the most joke adjacent comments I could see would be something along the lines of "man we told him that him being so happy go lucky was annoying but we didn't mean it like this"

Also YES I HAD THAT THOUGHT like Kalim was able to easily create an entire river like, what better way to drive others away when you're at your breaking point than a terrible storm. Let everyone stay safe inside out of the rain while he waits within the worst parts of it as he essentially drowns within himself. How easy it would be to cry a personal ocean, after all

Though of course it would just make him more upset to see that people have come after him because no, he never wanted anyone to endanger themselves for his sake, he never wanted any of them to dare to brave the storm he wrought

Though as far as Jamil goes I think he would be terrified. He does really care about Kalim deep down, and we can see this with how worried he gets when Kalim is in danger. There is hostility and resentment that has seeped into and uprooted their friendship, but you can tell they once really were friends. They were children who played together and laughed together and who even now do have care laced within the rubble they stand upon. Jamil might make a rude comment to the rest of the cast or act annoyed, but he's not overblotted and acting out during a massive breakdown (the only time he's openly endangered Kalim). He doesn't want Kalim to die, hostilities or not, and I think he wouldn't be motivated based on fear of his family or Kalim's own finding out but rather just, that's his childhood friend, regardless of how they feel now, and he does not want him to die

This is more me doing some wild speculation here but HEY as long as you get what I'm saying lmao

[sinnedxkiwix]

Xiaoyun mer au

random scenario

Chongyun had always thought Xiao was attractive.

With the way his hair sways along the wind, the faint glow in his sharp golden eyes that shows resilience in the darkest of nights, the sight of his reliable back in the frontlines of a battle, his gentle and kind heart under the cold exterior.

It was hard not to fall heads over heels over such a person.

Chongyun had found himself staring absentmindedly at the yaksha too many times to count.

The only reason Xiao hadn't said anything about it was because of Bosacius's comment about him being a "fish brain", to which Xiao only stared at the other yaksha with bewilderment along with an exasperated Menogias. (As soon as Xiao's back was turned, Bosacius looked back at Chongyun with a thumb up)

Until now.

It was a mundane evening, they were staring at the sunset with Chongyun inhis mer form in the ocean with his arms on a boulder stone supporting his upper body and with Xiao seated beside him.

It started normal enough, with them admiring the scenery and enjoying the calm the ocean brought to them both.

And in the middle of it, Chongyun had gotten distracted by how ethereal Xiao looked under the setting sun.

"You're staring again." Xiao stated with a straight face

"You've been doing that for a while now."

"I-"

"I'm not stupid, and I know neither are you."

Chongyun gulped, in a feeble attempt at getting rid of the lump in his throat.

He'd been found out, most likely for a while now.

Chongyun cast his eyes down at his scaled webbed hands and the thought of his slimy tail came to mind.

He'll have to come clean, at least to an extent.

He'll have to deal with these feelings of his at a latter date, in a more secluded place.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable," Chongyun couldn't bear to look at Xiao's expression and just settled on staring at the ocean waves.

“I get easily distracted when I’m around you…”

It took Xiao longer than expected to reply, but when he did, Chongyun almost hoped he could drown himself.

“Why is that?”

Chongyun winched and clenched his fists. Xiao revealed nothing in his tone, and somehow that makes it scarier.

“I-“

Chongyun chuckled awkwardly and closed his eyes “You’re just…”

he could feel Xiao’s intense gaze staring holes into him.

Chongyun opens his eyes to stare at his scaly hands again

“Too pretty…”

.

.

.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” Chongyun almost snapped his head towards Xiao, heart thumping in his chest and ears ringing

Xiao’s voice started to grow small “You’re the one…”

Chongyun slowly tilt his head up towards him. A pair of gentle ember eyes stared back with intent

“who’s too pretty.”

Chongyun could practically feel his cheeks heating up and tail gently swaying behind him. Xiao took a glance at his disobedient tail and whipped his head away, his eyes hidden behind his hair and ears turning crimson red.

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Hope you guys like this little thing I wrote and also a little fact.

Some birds have better eye sight than humans and I decided to add that for Xiao here.

So if people sees Chongyun as a really attractive mer, than you can onlly imagine what Xiao is seeing with his sharp eye-sight hehe (●'◡'●)

people only see shiny baby blue tail, Xiao sees glowy tail with white, baby blue, midnight blue and the light reflected from the sun/moon-

[bouiettes]

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. céline   &   theodore.   new years eve.

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

céline  has  drowned  out  everything  around  her  since  the  text  was  sent.  she  can  feel  the  stares  she’s  getting  followed  by  the  gossip  that’s  being  spoken.  she  feels  so,  so  small  in  this  moment.  her  shameful  secret  out  on  full  display  for  the  entire  world  to  see.  céline  cannot  begin  to  imagine  the  damage  that's  going  to  come  from  this.  her  public  image  is  now  tainted,  relationship  with  theodore  shattered  and  her  title  as  queen  is  compromised.  all  because  she  fell  in  love  with  someone  else.  feeling  her  throat  contract  and  clench  as  the  tears  formed,  céline  quickly  turns  from  everyone  and  immediately  heads  for  the  exit.  she  pushes  people  out  of  her  way,  the  tears  now  clouding  her  vision  as  she  approaches  the  grand  double  doors  that  lead  to  the  inside  of  the  venue.  a  cowardly  move  to  just  run,  one  not  fitting  for  the  image  she  has  made  for  herself.  there’s  nothing  she  can  do;  she’s  already  ruined  the  party  with  the  big  news.  céline  didn’t  want  to  add  any  more  attention  to  the  situation  by  dealing  with  it  out   in  the  open.  on  her  way  out,  she  manages  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  theodore  and  that  completely  breaks  her.  she  can’t  be  here  right  now.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

the  ding  of  his  phone  is  followed  by  hundreds  of  others.  the  crowd  of  northridge  students,  alumni,  and  professors,  surrounding  teddy  and  kamile  all  receiving  the  same  text  message.  kamile  is  first  to  see  it’s  content  and  her  expression  causes  his  stomach  to  twist  in  knots.  he’s  hesitant  to  retrieve  the  device  from  his  inside  coat  pocket,  eyes  fixated  on  kamile  as  she  gazes  up  at  him  with  sympathy.  part  of  him  doesn’t  want  to  look,  but  the  swell  of  whispers  stifles  the  sound  of  music  coming  from  the  speakers  and  ultimately  forces  teddy  to  rip  the  bandaid  off.  it’s  better  to  know  what  is  being  said  so  that  he  can  change  the  narrative.  although,  he  soon  learns  there’s  no  changing  this  particular  one.  for  a  man  who  has  just  been  cheated  on,  teddy  reveals  no  signs  of  heartbreak—    anger,  however,  is  evident.  he  clenches  his  jaw  and  looks  back  to  kamile,  their  previous  conversation  now  completely  forgotten.  in  the  sea  of  still,  shocked  people,  he  notices  sudden  movement.  a  bright  green  article  of  clothing  elegantly  flowing  through  blacks  and  golds.  teddy  turns  his  head  quick  enough  to  observe  céline’s  escape,  even  making  eye  contact  with  her  before  she  disappears  out  the  doors.     “    excuse  me,    ”     he  mutters  to  kamile,  posture  straightening  to  prepare  for  his  own  tasteful  exit.  the  door  hasn’t  yet  closed  all  the  way  when  teddy  slips  between  it.     “    céline!    ”     the  name  echoes  in  the  empty  hallway  as  he  follows  the  noise  of  heels  clicking  on  porcelain  floors.

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

céline  is  hurriedly  ascending  the  steps,  tear  stained  cheeks  catching  the  cold  breeze  from  the  winter  season.  how  could  she  be  so  stupid  to  think  her  secret  was  going  to  stay  a  secret  forever.  the  truth  comes  out  eventually,  and  this  is  a  painful  reminder  of  it.  she  hears  theodore’s  voice  and  it  makes  her  skin  crawl  with  anxiety.  she  is  in  no  state  to  talk  about  this  now,  even  if  he  deserves  an  explanation  for  her  infidelity.  céline  has  made  it  about  halfway  up  when  she  stops,  dramatically  turning  to  see  him  at  the  bottom  of  the  steps.  this  could  go  so  many  different  ways  and  she’s  not  prepared  for  any  of  them.  however,  cél  knows  that  everything  is  going  to  be  laid  out now.  there  is  no  need  for  them  to  hold  anything  back.  everything  that  was  left  unsaid  in  previous  arguments  is  now  going  to  be  voiced.  while  she  wishes  they  were  in  a  more  private  setting,  there’s  no  way  this  fight  is  going  to  be  prolonged  for  that  long.  it's  happening  now,  while  emotions  are  raw.     “     what, theodore?     ”     voice  cracks,  her  mascara  now  ruining  the  rest  of  her  makeup.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

teddy  waits  at  the  foot  of  the  stairs,  eyes  wide  at  the  sight  of  a  tearful  céline  standing  towards  the  top,  dress  cascading  behind  her.  she  did  look  beautiful,  like  some  sort  of  fucked  up  version  of  cinderella.  his  hand  tenses  around  the  phone,  which  is  to  blame  for  a  cheating  accusation—    reminiscent  of  an  argument  they  had  only  a  few  months  earlier,  the  roles  now  reversed.     “    that’s  it?    ”     teddy  asks  with  arms  raised  by  his  sides,     “    that’s  all  i  get?  what,  theodore?    ”     she’s  in  the  wrong,  but  somehow  still  manages  to  make  herself  a  victim.  this  doesn’t  come  as  a  surprise  to  teddy,  he’s  sure  he’s  already  seen  everything  céline  has  to  offer  in  their  disputes.     “    what  did  you  do?    ”     the  initial  shock  is  beginning  to  wear  off,  and  the  realization  that  teddy’s  hopes  and  dreams  for  his  future  are  crumbling  beneath  his  feet.  and  there  was  no  saving  them.     “    what  did  you  do,  céline?    ”

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

he’s  right,  and  céline  knows  it.  if  the  roles  were  reversed,  she  would  be  reacting  completely  different  than  he  is.  much  like  she  had  when  they  argued  about  victoria  all  those  months  ago.  what  a  hypocrite,  she thinks  to  herself,  truly  feeling  lost  in  her  words  and  not  knowing  what  to  say.  the  imposter  syndrome  was  falling  over  her  and  céline  wants  nothing  more  than  to  curl  up  into  a  ball  and  disappear  from  everything.  she  can’t  do  that,  however,  and  now  she’s  left  dealing  with  the  consequences  of  her  actions.   what did you do?   the  question  hits  her  right  in  the  heart,  her  stomach  tensing  with  how  embarrassed  and  ashamed  she  felt.     “     i’m  sorry.     ”     is  all  she  can  say,  face  twisting  as  she  begins  to  cry.     “     i’m  so  sorry,  theodore.     ”     no  one  has  entered  since  the  two  of  them  had,  if  anything  the  party  has  continued  despite  the  awkward  interruption.  hopefully , it  deters  people  from  coming  inside  and  walking  into  this  confrontation.  céline  continues  to  cry,  knowing  that  he  was  going  to  keep  on  questioning  her  until  she  answered.     “     it  wasn’t  supposed  to  go  that  far.  i  shouldn’t  have  kept  it  from  you.  i’m  sorry.     ”   apology  is  repeated,  hand  coming  up  to  wipe  her  tears.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

céline’s  apologies  meant  nothing  to  teddy.  she  could  say  i’m  sorry  a  million  times  and  it  wouldn’t  fix  what  she’s  broke.  he  wants  to  hear  just  how  long  it  went  on  for  and  how  far  she  took  the  affair.  although,  there’s  one  question  that’s  eating  away  at  him  the  most,  and  truthfully  it’s  the  only  one  that  matters.  teddy  looks  away  from  céline  for  a  moment  as  he  silently  builds  the  courage  to  approach  her.  it  sucks  that  she’s  put  him  in  this  position.  they’ve  both  had  their  fair  share  of  slip  ups  and  it’s  as  if  they  were  leading  to  this  specific  one.  nonetheless,  teddy  wouldn’t  have  ever  been  ready  for  what  was  to  come.  after  a  brief  pause,  his  eyes  fall  to  the  start  of  the  staircase  and  then  watch  as  his  feet  carry  him  to  the  same  step  céline  stood  on.     “    do  you  love  him?    ”     he  finally  asks,  pointedly  staring  down  at  her.  if  she  were  to  answer  yes,  teddy  will  know,  for  sure,  all  his  plans  are  ruined.  there’s  no  competing  with  love.

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

she’s  never  seen  theodore  like  this.  no  matter  how  harsh  previous  arguments  were,  he  always  had  the  smugness  that  shined  through  a  sarcastic  smirk.  all  of  that  is  not  present  now,  in  its  place  just  pure  anger  and  sadness.  céline  feels  her  world  crashing  at  his  singular  question.  her  answer  will  only  add  salt  to  the  wound  she’s  created,  but  she  owes  it  to  him  to  finally  be  honest.     “     yes.  i  do  love  him.     ”     the  silence  that  follows  is  deafening,  if  it  wasn’t  for  the  muffled  sound  of  the  music  coming  from  the  other  side  of  the  doors,  she  would  be  able  to  hear  how  fast  her  heart  is  beating.  céline’s  sniffles  echo  throughout  the  large  space,     “      i  should  have  broken  things  off  instead  of  keeping  it  from  you.     ”

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

he  finds  it  impossible  to  meet  her  eyes  when  she  gives  him  the  honest  truth  and  it  feels  like  a  knife  going  straight  through  his  heart.  any  chance  they  had  for  their  relationship  to  evolve  into  a  loving  one  is  gone.  while  to  an  outsider  looking  in,  there  may  have  never  been  a  chance,  though  teddy  begs  to  differ.  they  started  out  happy  and  both  optimistic  of  what  could  grow  from  their  powerful  families  coming  together—    often  sneaking  away  at  times  they  did,  to  steal  kisses  and  make  the  other  laugh  with  an  inside  joke.  they  didn’t  need  to  be  in  love  with  rule  liroux,  but  teddy  would  have  preferred  it.  céline’s  next  comment  stuns  him,  jaw  dropping  to  the  floor  if  he  had  let  it.     “    broken  things  off?    ”     it’s  as  if  her  words  woke  teddy  up  from  a  deep  sleep,  his  usual  disposition  revealing  itself  at  last.     “    we’re  not  breaking  things  off,  céline.    ”

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

céline  doesn’t  hide  the  confused  look  on  her  face. we’re not breaking things off, céline.  the words  don’t  make  any  sense  to  her  given  the  situation.      “     what?     ”     she  asks,  hoping  he  was  just  saying  that  because  emotions  were  high.  the  princess  is  finally  able  to  get  her  crying  under  control,  wiping  away  the  last  few  tears.  he’s  now  standing  closer,  which  causes  her  to  take  a  few  steps  back.     “     theodore,  we  can’t  be  together  after  this.     ”

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

when  he  says  it,  teddy  doesn’t  exactly  realize  what  he’s  saying.  and  yet,  the  more  he  thinks  it  over,  the  more  sense  it  makes.  why  should  he  have  to  give  up  everything  because  of  céline’s  wrong  doings?  he’s  chosen  all  the  right  moves,  being  faithful  to  his  girlfriend  and  exceeding  her  family’s  expectations  with  handling  the  public.  he  shouldn’t  have  to  suffer  under  the  hands  of  céline  and  her  fling  with  the  love  club’s  charity  case.  teddy’s  head  shakes  and  when  she  takes  a  step  back,  he’s  taking  two  forward.     “    why  not?    ”     confidence  is  slowly  appearing  within  him,  an  eager  smile  following  suit.     “    i  mean,  go  ahead…  be  with  the  kid  from  detroit.  show  him  a  good  time—    i  don’t  care.  you  always  have  been  quite  the  devoted  philanthropist,  why  change  now?  you’ll  just  have  to  learn  how  to  better  keep  a  secret.    ”

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

if  cél  keeps  taking  steps  back,  she’s  going  to  trip  over  her  dress  and  fall  over.  a  dramatic  ending  for  a  dramatic  night.  the  guilt  from  before  lessens  as  theodore  begins  to  return  to  normal,  his  mannerisms  matching  cruel  words.     “     what’s  wrong  with  you?     ”     she’s  angered  by  the  way  theodore  speaks  of  ezra,  brushing  him  off  just  because  ezra  doesn’t  come  from  money.  while  céline  understands  that  she’s  to  blame  for  the  affair,  she  still  allows  herself  to  get  defensive.     “     i’m  not  going  to  stay.  do  you  really  think  you  can  keep  me  trapped  in  this  relationship?     ”     she  laughs  in  his  face,     “     sure,  my  reputation  will  take  a  hit  but  i  don’t  need  you,  theodore.  i  don’t  need  this  relationship.    ”

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

“    no,  no.  i  would  never  trap  you,  or  make  you  do  anything  you  don’t  want  to  do,    ”     his  nose  scrunches  as  if  the  mere  thought  of  manipulating  céline  into  continuing  their  relationship  is  disgusting  to  him.     “    but,  you  think  your  dad  will  approve  of  ezra?  that  he’ll  let  you  two  be  together?    ”     with  nowhere  for  céline  to  retreat,  teddy  reaches  for  her  left  hand  and  delicately  strokes  the  soft  skin.  he  then  leans  down  to  place  a  kiss  to  the  finger  that  currently  wears  his  ring.  these  soft  actions  not  at  all  matching  the  menacing  words.     “    céline,  i  just  proposed  you.  we  are  engaged  and  your  father  worked  tirelessly  for  this  to  happen.  and  he’s  going  to  be  very  disappointed  to  hear  his  one  good  child  has  gone  and  ruined  his  hard  work—    so  disappointed,  especially  after  speaking  to  me,  that  i  assume  he’ll  be  making  a  few  calls  to  professor  griswold.  the  king  must  have  enough  influence  to  kick  a  scholarship  student  out  of  a  law  program.  what  do  you  think?    ”

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

processing  his  words  begins  to  give  céline  a  headache,  and  if  it  wasn’t  for  the  weight  of  the  engagement  ring  on  her  finger  weighing  her  down  –––  she  would  have  fleeted  already.     “     you  don’t  want  me  to  be  trapped  but  you  threaten  ezra’s  future  and  use  my  own  family  against  me?     ”     feeling  theodore’s  touch  causes  goosebumps  to  appear  on  her  skin  and  she  feels  a  chill  run  down  her  back.  it  was  the  complete  opposite  of  how  ezra  made  her  feel  and  she  wants  nothing  more  than  to  run  into  his  arms  right  now  instead  of  being  blackmailed  into  staying  with  theodore.  as  evil  as  his  words  are,  céline  knows  that  her  father  would  never  approve  of  her  and  ezra.  it  boils  down  to  the  lack  of  social  status  that  ezra  fike  does  not  hold.  she  knew  this  from  the  beginning,  but  her  heart  has  always  been  in  the  right  place  so  she  knows  better  than  to  let  wealth  and  affluence  be  what  defines  a  person.  just  take  theodore  for  example,  he  was  rich  and  handsome  but  the  worst  person  she  has  ever  met.  céline  wonders  at  what  point  of  time  he  decided  to  show  his  true  colors.  things  were  never  like  this  at  the  beginning  of  their  relationship.      “     i  think  you  need  to  go  to  therapy.    ”     she  snatches  her  hand  back  to  her  side  and  begins  going  up  the  steps  again,  wanting  to  put  as  much  distance  between  them  as  possible.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

teddy  nods  at  her  question,  yes  isn’t  it  great.  he’s  a  wonderful  boyfriend—    never  pressuring  her  and  remembering  every  little  detail  about  her  well  enough  that  he  knows  just  what  will  convince  her  otherwise.  you  may  not  be  able  to  compete  with  love,  but  you  also  can’t  hide  from  it.  and  if  céline  truly  loves  ezra,  she’ll  do  whatever  she  can  to  keep  him  at  northridge.  at  least  she’s  right  about  one  thing,  if  this  semester  continues  to  be  this  stressful,  teddy  will  definitely  be  needing  to  look  into  therapy.  perhaps  they  can  start  with  dissecting  the  reason  why  he  chose  a  girlfriend  who  doesn’t  care  for  him.     “    céline…    ”     he  calls  out  after  her,  showing  no  resistance  when  she  pulls  away.     “    céline!    ”     eyes  close  with  a  deep  sigh  and  then  teddy  finds  himself  chasing  the  princess  once  again.     “    you  can  run  all  you  want,  but  you  can’t  get  rid  of  me.    ”

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

she  reaches  the  top  of  the  steps  and  makes  a  right,  the  long  corridor  ahead  empty  with  only  the  lighting  of  multiple  candles  on  either side  illuminating  her  path.  it’s  a  childish  thing  to  do,  run  from  her  problems.  as  if  it  it’ll  make  them  go  away.  theodore  was  right,  no  matter  how  far  she  ran:  he’d  be  right  there  beind  her.  céline’s  steps  slow  until  she  comes  to  a  full  stop.  she  wants  to  pinch  herself  in  hopes  that  this  is  a  nightmare.     “     why,  theodore?  why  do  you  want  this  so  badly?     ”     the  princess  turns  to  look  up  at  him  with  desperation  evident  in  her  eyes.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

by  the  time  céline  gives  in,  teddy  takes  the  final  step  up  the  staircase.  and  he’s  feeling  a  mix  of  emotions—    anger  from  how  she  has  embarrassed  him,  upset  they  couldn’t  make  it  work,  but  beneath  it  all:    relief.  teddy  isn’t  going  to  have  to  please  céline  any  longer,  a  strenuous  job  in  itself.  he  wasn’t  going  to  have  to  think  of  excuses  to  avoid  spending  time  with  her.  they’d  only  have  to  see  each  other  in  class  and  public  events.  they’d  write  tonight's  situation  off  as  a  misunderstanding  and  announce  they’re  stronger  than  ever.  no  one  would  have  to  know  differently.  the  lying  should  be  easy  too,  considering  he  had  been  doing  it  their  whole  relationship  anyway.  since  he  wouldn’t  have  to  be  with  céline  as  much,  teddy  would  be  able  to  focus  more  on  the  competition.  is  it  possible  she  may  have  made  the  right  choice  when  she  fell  for  someone  else?     “    because…  i  want  what’s  best  for  you,    ”     a  half  smile  etches  on  his  lips  and  his  eyes  scan  céline’s  body,  admiring  the  things  he  disregarded  when  there  was  still  hope  for  their  relationship,     “    because…  i  love  you.  remember?    ”

𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

his  answer  makes  her  heart  drop  to  her  stomach.  it  was  obviously  a  lie,  he  didn’t  really  love  her.  if  he   did,  this  conversation  would  be  going  differently.  céline  doesn’t  know  what  she  has  to  do  in  order  to  get  rid  of  him.  constantly  fighting  doesn’t  work.  cheating  doesn’t  work.  how  low  does  the  princess  have  to  steep  in  order  to  be  free  from  this  relationship?  is  it  worth  having  her  character  questioned?  céline  is  putting  up  too  much  for  a  fight  for  something  that  was  inevitable:  marrying  theodore  duponts.  no  matter  who  she  fell  in  love  with  or  what  she  did,  marrying  him  was  always  going  to  be  the  endgame.  eyes  once  more  fill   up  with  tears  at  the  realization.   you  knew  this  was  how  it  was  going  to  end,  why  are  you  surprised?   she  asks  herself,  sniffling  and  looking  down  at  the  large  ring  on  her  finger.  the  soft  lights  reflect  off  of  it  beautifully,  any  girl  would  be  ecstatic  if  she  were  in  her  shoes  right  now.     “     it’s  not  fair.     ”     céline  says  with  a   shake  of  her  head.       “     you’re  an  asshole  for  doing  this  to  me.     ”      céline  begins  shoving  at  his  chest,  letting  all  the  anger  towards  him  get  the  best  of  her.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬.

teddy  takes  one  step  back,  and  then  another—     dodging  the  rest  of  céline’s  pathetic  swings  to  his  chest.     “    at  least  i’m  not  the  asshole  who  cheated,    ”     head  shakes  with  disappointment  and  now  he  was  walking  backwards,  away  from  the  girl.  there  was  nothing  more  to  say.  they  both  know  where  the  other  stands;   except  teddy  has  never  been  able  to  shut  his  mouth  around  céline.  and,  believe  it  or  not,  she  was  right.  it  isn’t  fair.     “    this  could’ve  been  avoided,  cél.  all  you  had  to  do  was  not  fuck  someone  who  wasn’t  your  boyfriend.    ”     with  half  a  smile,  teddy  finally  turns  around,  heading  towards  the  exit.  he's  ready  to  make  the  most  out  of  this  interesting  situation  she's  put  them  in.     “    see  you  at  home,  sweetheart,    ”     he  adds  for  extra  measure  and  then  disappears  around  the  palace’s  corner.

[heniareth]

for astala and zev:

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

32. Who's the better story teller?

and/or

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Hello there! :D I'm slowly working through this and the prompts are keeping me wonderfully entertained, for which I am very grateful. So, here we have the answer to these particular questions. Under the cut because it's long

2. What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

Astala I think would not touch Zevran until he realized that what he just witnessed was a nightmare and he is awake. For a very long time, Zevran was safest when he was alone, and most touch was unsafe (either someone trying to hurt him or using it as a way to get something). Astala would want to avoid triggering his flight or fight instinct further, and thus keep just about within arm's reach until Zevran had oriented himself. Then she would try to figure out what happened, probably prompt with questions (too many the first few times it happens, but she gets better at it). She'll keep her voice low and gentle throughout the whole ordeal. She will ask him what she can do to help. Sometimes it's a distraction, other times it's to talk it over, yet others it's just a silent hug. Astala finds out pretty quickly that combing her fingers through his hair is very soothing for Zevran, and he likes it when she starts humming a simple tune.

Zevran on the other hand knows that Astala needs someone close to come back from a nightmare, someone tangible to remind her of what's real. He's only too happy to provide. Because he's a light sleeper, I imagine he'd notice Astala is having a nightmare before she does. Staying close to her has its dangers, as she tends to shoot upright when she wakes and has smashed her head into his upon doing so in the past. He takes care that it doesn't happen again. And then he just... lets her process it. Lets her cry if she wants to, or tell him about the nightmare, or just cuddle up and breathe until she manages to shake off the dread and fear. Sometimes Astala will get up and take a turn about the house. Most of the times Zevran will come with her, especially if her hip is bothering her. If Astala seems in the mood for it, he'll also try to lighten the situation with a joke or two. It distracts him as well as her and keeps him from thinking too much about how little one can actually do about nightmares.

32. Who's the better story teller?

This is very difficult, because I think they'd both be good. Astala's got plenty of experience entertaining the younger kids at the Alienage, and later in swapping stories with her fellow dockhands during their break. Her stories are just that: boastful, full of things fantastical and bigger than life, with lots of parts that can be dramatically acted out, in short, entertaining. Zevran meanwhile has made a living out of telling a story well, so to speak. I'd imagine his stories are much more subtle, still boastful if the occasion requires it, but more grounded in reality. They're also more flexible, leaving room to add a detail here and handwaving another thing away entirely there. I'd also imagine he'd like telling stories with a twist, stories that weren't precisely clean-cut, like the anecdote about how he killed his way through Princess Ferinna's guard before almost drowning in the river. That story always left me sitting in a weird moment of contemplation, a kind of "huh. Life sure is weird and fragile sometimes."

I am very tempted to say Zevran is the better storyteller because he knows how to achieve a certain effect in his audience. He's also much more convincing when he wants to be. For Astala it's a bit more hit and miss when she wants to achieve something specific. Ultimately, however, it very much comes down to what kind of story you prefer to determine who is better.

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Well, dancing implies music and music in your kitchen is hard to be had in Thedas (at least, the part of Thedas that is more magic averse. Idk if they have music playing magic in Tevinter). I don't really see neither Zevran or Astala dancing to silence. But let's say there's a minstrel out on the street. Now there's music. Now it seems to me that both of them would dance to said music while cooking (as far as one can dance while cooking). If Astala was the one dancing, Zevran would definitely steal her from the potatos she was chopping to dance a few rounds. If Zevran was the one dancing, Astala would stay in the doorway and look, because she loves watching him move. She would, however, eventually join him as well (as soon as he notices her watching him).

If there was no music or if Astala's hip was acting up, she'd probably end up singing. A drinking song, one of Leliana's ballads, something new she picked up the other day when she passed the washerwomen, it doesn't matter. In this case, it's be Zevran's turn to stop and watch, or rather listen. I think he might also hum along, but he'd definitely just stand there and enjoy this private moment.

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And there we are! I enjoyed all of these, although the one with the dancing took a bit if work to get into the mindset. From the get-go, dancing seems very unpractical while cooking for me, but Astala and Zevran are both big on dancing I think and would definitely take the opportunity if it arose XD Thank you very much for these!! I hope you have a lovely day ^^

[storekar]

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[blackrosesredwineblogspot]

Sometimes I wonder if I am alone in being haunted by my dreams... maybe haunted isn't always the correct term. Sometimes I would say haunted, others I'd use the term tormented, and on the rare occasion "treated". The coveted treat dreams linger like Disaronno on the tongue. Those are the ones where I refuse to open my eyes because I fear I will instantly begin forgetting. The haunts and torments usually involve dead loved ones; Grand parents, elderly aunt's, and elderly friends of the family. It is so odd how nice these people were to me in life...especially my Nan, but at night these loved ones might as well be demons. Usually they are nice, but I am aware that they are deceased. It feels like some unspoken thing...I cannot let them know that I know. If they lock eyes with me, I am fu$&#d😳 no longer are they nice or going about their day. They will notice me...like a shark smelling blood. I must then find an escape and a quick one. Often I will look down and realized that I have no shoes on (which is ridiculous) or that my vehicle is not outside and I must conjure one. I am a strong lucid dreamer, but at times it just doesn't work. I begin my journey hastily and of course realize that I do not know where I am headed. Where do I live?! I was a bit of a vagabond probably due to my military life style. Never ever allowed to stay anywhere for more than 4 years. Often in my dreams I do not know what state I am in or where I live...there are so many choices.

I am a decent driver in real life (gag... real life) DreamWorld Roses can not drive for shyt apparently. No matter what I am driving, the car in uncontrollable. Imagine if your brake line were puncture and leaking just slightly, you needed an alignment very badly, so the car jerks and pulls with a mind of it's own etc etc. If I try to stop the nonsense by putting the car in park, it will continue on or roll backward into oncoming traffic. Ultimately the vehicle has one goal...

To kill me. Now I know what you are thinking 🤔. First zombie dead elders now the get away car is evil??? Let me be clear, it doesn't want me to meet my fate by crashing head on into a tree, nearly missing a deer and rolling my car 6 times ...no no no no 🫣. It fully has the intentions to drown me A repetitive slow burn that I can spot from a mile a away. I will almost always come across a bridge, it does not have to be large and impressive bridge just a bridge with water underneath. My car will pull to one side and I will go over the side of the bridge but it seems to happen in slow motion. It has happened so many times that in my dreams now using lucid abilities I will instinctively roll the window down unlock the door and be prepared to escape the car.

I must add that as a child I had a drowning experience at a local swimming pool and this may be the reason for the drowning dreams (every thing connects) however I am not sure how the car plays a role in this factor at all. So the car goes over....blah blah blah...if I'm in control very well I will roll the window down take my seat belt off and be prepared to jump out of the window before the car even splashes the water. I will sink about 6 ft down into the dark water. I can see that I'm reaching the surface because the Sun is bright and glistening but there are times where it seems like I can swim forever and ever and I can't break the surface and I know that I am going to drown...this is the most common part really. I have some odd medical condition I must add that it's likened to sleep walking but not quite the same thing I act out my dreams I hold my breath if I'm holding my breath in my dreams I kick if I'm kicking in my dreams etc you get the gist. So basically as I fight for my life and my dreams which feel extremely real as real as reality I wake up with my lungs burning my chest in pain anxiety through the roof maybe a tear streaming down my eye,I realized that it's not real and I can go back to sleep but only to just repeat the same cycle again and again sometimes the players are a little bit different the vehicle can be different the bridge I went over might be different sometimes I'm alone sometimes I have a passenger with me but it's always pretty much the same thing... the most traumatizing dreaming incident that I've had concerning drowning was when I made it to the surface I got out of the car I made my way to the ranger station and I saw that my whole family was there and I thought yay f?&#k, okay they know that I was missing and I wave at them and no one waves back not even the ranger acknowledges me and then I look and notice that the ranger is talking to my family and mouth something and he says I'm sorry but she didn't survive then I look at my hands and look at myself and I realize that I'm actually dead and I didn't make it out of the car that time I woke up crying and that was probably one that makes the torment list .

[coffeebeancookiecrk]

Could you write an nsfw scenario with espresso cookie and female s/o who's super flirty playful and dominant but also kinda shy and just wants to be lovingly topped?

sure!

title ; professionalism warnings ; top!espresso. college!au. semi-public. unprotected. fingering (f receiving). afab & she/her reader. wc ; ~2k

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you close the door behind you with a click before taking in the smaller-sized classroom given out to student tutors for privacy. half of you wanted to just head home and sleep until classes tomorrow, and you would have done so if your tutor was anyone else besides your significant other, espresso. you had mentioned to him how you were struggling in your science class and since he had signed up to tutor other college students he insisted you make an appointment. having arrived early, he was already sitting at the teacher’s desk, nose buried into a book, per usual.

“hey sweetie, i’m ready to learn from the hottest tutor ever!” you exclaim to him before walking over to him, tossing your bookbag onto the floor.

he looks up from his book with a surprised expression before smiling, “hey dear-uh…” he stutters over his words before clearing his throat, a little blush beginning to appear as he corrects you, “maybe we should leave our relationship outside of the classroom, for the sake of professionalism.”

you pout, having thought that the two of you could have some fun along with studying. “aw, alright, for you i’ll oblige.” you say as he pushes aside the book he was reading in favor of some sheet paper. 

you had every intention of coming here today to study and learn, but as soon as you sit beside him your mind wanders away from classroom etiquette. you pick up a pen, trying to focus on the information in front of you, but that lasts only for a few seconds until he leans closer to you. your face and his now only inches apart with his gentle scent infiltrating your nostrils and reminding you of the times he held you close in bed, nails or teeth digging into skin, hot breaths and sweat mixing together lovingly. 

“see, here is where you forgot to add-” your dirty thoughts drown his words out and cause you to cross your legs, a familiar warmth spreading in-between your thighs that made you want to let out a whine. you nearly jump when he rests his hand on top of your unmoving one, directing your pen while working on some equation that you couldn’t concentrate on because all you wanted was for the rest of him to be on top of you. 

“in this scientific equation, the larger, dominate number tops-” you yank your hand away from his, the pen falling to the floor as you look at him, wide-eyed, wondering if he could notice your lust.

you couldn’t take the awkward silence that you had brought about any longer and instead blurt out, “how about we do equations later?” you glance at the other work he had prepared for you, a little mischievous grin appearing on your lips as you begin to guess just how long he can keep this ‘professionalism’ act up before caving in and giving into yours and his desires. you lean your body over him, your breasts resting against the side of his arm while you reach for a different book to work on. you feel him press his arm further into your breasts, his fingers twitching as he imagines holding them in his hands.

“here,” you grab one of the textbooks and pull it over, “let’s work on um,” you glance down at the book title, “coffee magic instead! that’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

it takes him a few moments to respond, his voice shakier than before, “indeed, this involves fewer equations and more knowledge on the subject, after all.” you notice his eyes trailing down your body while he speaks before jumping back to your gaze “d-did you know, coffee magic stems from heat which causes a reaction that stimulates such magical properties.” he states, clearly trying to show you that he knows quite a lot on the subject without even opening the textbook, but your lust-filled mind could only take his words and turn it into something sexual.

“so heat and reactions help stimulate things?” you ask, a façade of an innocent expression painted on your face.

he swallows hard, his fingers tapping against the pages as he tries to answer your question with a straight-face, “uhm, yes, quite… and together they create a unique composition that gives coffee magic its unique edge alongside other effects such as smell and taste.”

you lick your lips, “then is that what i have to thank for you tasting so good?”

“i-uh,” he adjusts his glasses, a little awkward smile on his face as he glances away quickly.

you place your hand on his thigh, his body jumping to attention as you did so, “i am really missing that taste right about now…”

he stands suddenly, the chair screeching against the tiles beneath. you stare, wide-eyed, wondering if you had taken things a little too far, but he turns around, leaning against the table, hands crossed in front of him. “well, what are you waiting for? if you want a taste, then help me get these clothes off.”

the playful grin falls off your face, your eyes still wide with shock, “are you... serious?”

“when am i not?” he scoffs, “i can tell your mind… as well as other parts of you aren’t in the mood for studying. so, let’s get you satisfied before continuing, shall we?”

you felt your entire face heat up as you realize he knew that your mind was in the gutter from the start. here he was, leaning against the table in front of you, waiting for playful, flirty you to do as he says, and yet now that the opportunity was presenting itself to you, you began to feel incredibly shy under his gaze. you stammer out a reply as your shaky hands work quickly to undo his pants, noticing how you could already see the outline of his hard cock through his pants. “we’re not going to get in trouble for doing this, right?” you mutter before pulling his pants and underwear down to his thighs in one swift movement, his cock slipping out with a slight bounce and standing tall in front of your face.

“we have this room for another hour.” he says matter-of-factly, “even if you’re worried about someone barging in, your hands aren’t showing any signs of stopping.” your breath hitches in your throat as your hands continue to rub his length, rolling a finger over his leaking tip before cupping his girth and sliding down once more. “now now, this is just another tutoring session, it still involves science and hard work.”

he places a finger under your chin, pressing upward gently to get you to let go of his dick and stand up for him. he grabs your shoulders, locking lips with you in a heated make-out session before pulling up your skirt. his fingers trace your underwear, stopping to cup your ass before taking hold of the hem of your black panties. bending down, he pulls them across your thighs, then knees, then calves before you can step out of them and toss them somewhere else in the classroom. he presses his lips to yours once more before directing your body to lay onto the table the two of you were working at. the papers and notebooks underneath your back felt uncomfortable at first, but he was about to cause you to forget about them in exchange for overwhelming pleasure. he lifts up your shirt, pulling your bra up with it so that your breasts bounce out for his viewing pleasure. without hesitation, you lift your legs up onto the table, spreading your knees so that everything was on display for him. his eyes look you over with a steady gaze and you could feel yourself getting wetter and more impatient by the second. finally, you let out a whine, “s-stop staring and touch me already...” the corner of his mouth rises as he obliges your wish. his index and middle finger swirl around your entrance, collecting your dripping arousal on them while his thumb teases your clit slowly; however, you already wanted more than just his fingers teasing you. “espresso, hurry, please.” you whisper in desperation.

“remember, taking your time is important… you don’t want to rush your work or else it will end up being not-so-great,” he responds before pressing two fingers inside of you with ease while his thumb continues to give attention to your clit. his fingers curl inside of you, causing you to whimper while your body trembles from his touch. he leans on top of you, pressing a kiss against your nipple before taking it within his mouth and rolling the sensitive pink nub against his tongue. you let out a soft moan while he pulls his fingers out of you before thrusting them back in. this time, however, they open in a scissoring motion. you flinch, your nails clawing at the table below as he sucks hard on your nipple and rolls your clit under his thumb, trying to offset the slight uncomfortableness of the spread. as he pulls his fingers out once again, he lets go of your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ before pressing his mouth to yours while continuing to spread you as much as possible. you feel his dick now pressing against your thigh as his hips buck forward every time your walls clench around his fingers. he breaks the kiss before completely removing his fingers from your pussy and clit, which earns him an annoyed whine from you.

“don’t worry, you won’t be empty for long.” he stands, wiping the liquids from his fingers onto his cock. he takes hold of himself, lining his hard-on up with your wet entrance as you spread your legs farther apart, bracing yourself. he takes it slow, yet the stretch still burns at first. his shaky exhale sends a bolt of pleasure between your thighs, causing you to moan his name which only makes him push in a little quicker than before. he places his arms on either side of you, hovering over you, looking down at your naked body with adoration. “you’re the best-looking study sheet i’ve ever seen.” he compliments you sweetly as your pussy tries to get used to his size yet again. after a few deep breaths, your eyes lock with his and you give him a curt nod, he starts bucking his hips. 

and yet, the initial speed wasn’t fast enough for you. “faster, faster,” your little plea causes him to curse under his breath, his hips stopping for a split second just to take in the heat surrounding him before pounding back within you. his arms were starting to shake and he slowly lowers himself on top of you while his hips move quicker. your mouth presses against his collarbone, muffling your moans in case anyone in the hallway heard your lewd noises. one of his hands manages to snake its way downward, his thumb stimulating your clit while you wrap both arms around him, holding onto him for dear life. you hear him groan as he slowly pulls almost entirely out of you, the tip grazing your entrance before plunging back within, your scream mostly suppressed by his body. “fuck, don’t stop, please espresso-”

you hear a raspy chuckle from him, “don’t worry, stopping... is not-hnng a very logical outcome...” you feel his grip on you tighten as his cock makes you mewl against his collarbone and he sprinkles small kisses on the top of your head. your legs wrap around him tighter, teeth scraping against his skin as he grunts in return. 

his thumb continues to move against your now throbbing clit while his thrusts push you towards your limit. your mouth hangs open, his name coming out in muffled whispers and moans while you begin trying to move your hips in rhythm with his bucks, your pussy begging to cum at this point. suddenly, your body jolts and your walls tighten before your pussy gushes around his cock, a heavenly feeling washing over your entirety. he doesn’t stop his movements while you shake around him, instead, he helps you ride out your orgasm by pleasuring you during your high. soon, your tight grip on him relaxes, both your arms and legs falling to the side limply while you continue to feel like you were floating amongst the clouds. seeing you completely unravel beneath him brings him to his own finale as he spills himself inside of you with a delicious moan escaping from his lips. 

he begins to relax on top of you, gasping while his cock stays buried and twitching deep inside of you, not quite yet finished filling you up. his breaths were rapid compared to your own slower, drowsier breathing, and after kissing his trembling lips, you mutter to him, “espresso let’s... let’s take a break before returning to our studies.”

[bright-whump]

Whumper liked to drown Whumpee. Caretaker, still unaware of this part of their trauma, decides to treat their sleepy Whumpee to a nice bath, getting the bath drawn, lifting Whumpee into their arms and carrying them into the bathroom. Whumpee sees the water and starts to scream and trash, sobbing and begging Caretaker to please don´t make them they don´t know what they did and they are sorry but please don´t- Caretaker puts them down, hugs them and apologizes. Whumpee still needs to get cleaned up, but Caretaker solves this by grabbing some wet wipes and wiping them down, slowly and gently and lovingly

Whumpee doesn't sleep like they used to.

Caretaker would know. They'd seen it enough times before. Whumpee would nap around them all the time, and while it was never exactly something peaceful, it was never...like this.

Before. Before everything had changed, and Whumpee had been taken, and...

Whatever had happened to them then.

Caretaker doesn't know. Not really. They've seen the bruises, the medical reports at the hospital. They see the way Whumpee flinches at every touch, every noise, every perceived threat.

And the nightmares. Caretaker hears the pleas that rip from their throat, hear the way Whumpee begs for whatever they're seeing to stop, begs for help Caretaker couldn't provide then and can't now.

They're relieved, now, to see Whumpee in just a state of relaxation, medication from the hospital easing their tension and pain and anxiety as they stare at the television, unseeing.

But okay, for now. Seemingly.

Caretaker wants to make it better. They want to make Whumpee happy, more than anything. And they haven't been cleaned since their return from the hospital a few days before, and Whumpee always liked to be clean. They're probably terribly uncomfortable. And they're letting Caretaker touch them, hold them again, and so Caretaker believes there's no reason not to.

They run a bath, add in Whumpee's favorite salt scent, and then come closer. "Hey..." they whisper so as to not startle them, and then they pick Whumpee up, holding them close.

"Hmm...? Where're we...?" Whumpee mumbles, nearly unheard against Caretaker's shoulder, and Caretaker kisses their head.

"Ssh. Just a bath. Made sure it's warm, okay...? Relax..."

Whumpee doesn't seem to hear them at first, murmuring something else under their breath and nuzzling closer. They're precious, and it's all Caretaker can think about...

But the second Caretaker starts to lower them down to sit at the edge to help them undress, and Whumpee's foot dips below the surface of the water, Whumpee's eyes open wide and panicked and they shriek, "No!"

Caretaker freezes. They don't know what to do, especially not as Whumpee starts to claw at them, trying desperately to get back in their arms, trying to hold on tight enough that they can be lifted back up.

"Please! Please no! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll be good I'll be good just please don't—"

"Whumpee!" Caretaker whispers, pulling them up and away from the bath, back out of the bathroom as Whumpee clings to them and sobs into their shoulder, inconsolable. "Love...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I thought..."

Whumpee isn't with them anymore, though. They're just crying, softly now, but repetitively murmuring their apologies, over and over, eyes squeezed shut, the way they do during the flashbacks Caretaker would do anything to prevent them from experiencing.

Whumpee used to love baths. They used to love being taken care of. What had that sick fuck done to them to make them like this...? They can only imagine, and it makes them sick.

Caretaker sits and holds Whumpee, gently shushing them, rocking them, relieved they're letting themselves be held and comforted through it, until finally the tears stop coming. Whumpee sniffles and stirs and whimpers softly, and looks up at Caretaker with red-rimmed eyes.

Caretaker's heart aches for them. They kiss Whumpee's nose, and then their forehead, and rub their back as they cough a bit.

"What happened?" Caretaker dares to ask, and Whumpee closes their eyes tight. Shuts out more memories they don't want, more memories Caretaker wishes they could save them from, all locked away. "I thought you liked baths."

"N-not anymore," they whisper, hoarse, forlorn, and that's all. They don't say another word.

But they don't have to. Caretaker knows how to communicate with them even when they can't speak. With gentle gestures and receiving nods, receiving compliance, Caretaker finds that they can fill a small bucket with warm water, and take that out to them. A washcloth, wet but not dripping, can be gently taken to their skin, and Caretaker wipes away their crying tears first.

"You're safe," Caretaker reminds them, as they slowly, slowly remove Whumpee's clothes, and Whumpee sags forward, their forehead resting against Caretaker's shoulder as Caretaker works.

They're all skin and bone. They look so fragile, and Caretaker's afraid to press too hard in case it hurts their healing wounds, fading bruises, shattered soul. They just keep going, until Whumpee is as clean as they can manage, and then dries them off with the same gentleness.

Whumpee is nearly asleep against them. They hum every few moments, but otherwise Caretaker is pleased to have relaxed them so much, especially with how it started.

They carefully lift their Whumpee and carries them to bed, helps them into soft pajamas, and then tucks them under the blanket.

Whumpee's hand grabs onto Caretaker's, and doesn't let go. Tugs gently.

Caretaker smiles, and fits themselves under the blanket, too, wrapping their arms around Whumpee and kissing the back of their neck.

"Thank you," Whumpee breathes out, and Caretaker smiles, closing their eyes, content to stay as long as Whumpee wants them to.