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azziesbattybaddie · 2 months

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You are my survival

Azriel x reader

You and Azriel are mates. Az knows it, you don't, that is until a particularly hard training session when the truth finally come out.

Word count: 5k

Requested: no

Warnings: fem reader, shadow play, smut, swearing, choking kink, praise, Azriel's wingspan, oral F and M receiving, Az is a Dom, PinV, we die like men

🔥 means smut will follow

Authors note: this is the first WIP I've finished in like 2 or 3 years so be gentle on me I also wrote this with one of my friends on discord and she is absolutely amazing, constructive criticism is welcome and plz let me know if I missed any tags. Enjoy!

"Pay attention."

His words weren't harsh by any means. No, Azriel would never raise his voice at you, but he'd be lying if he said training you was easy. He watched as you breathed heavily, body glistening with sweat. You'd been at this for hours. Clearly, you'd underestimated just how difficult swordplay was.

"I'm trying my best"

He let out a small chuckle, watching your brows furrow with frustration as he managed to point his sword at your neck, Again.

"Gotcha."

"dammit!"

You threw your sword down in frustration and slinked over to the corner of the ring. Before hugging your knees to your chest and sulking.

"I'm done, I'm quit!"

Sheathing his sword, Azriel approached you slowly, his footsteps silent on the straw-covered floor. He stopped a few feet away, giving you space but close enough to offer comfort.

"Hey, hey now," he murmured softly.

"Don't give up just yet."

He hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside you, keeping a respectful distance.

"Training is hard, y/n. It's supposed to push you, make you stronger. It's okay to feel frustrated, but don't let it consume you."

He glanced at you, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

"You're doing better than you think. You've improved so much since we started. It's just... progress takes time. And patience." He offered you a small, encouraging smile.

"And maybe some water? You've been at it all day."

"yeah well maybe I should train with someone else because your a thousand times better than me and you have 400 years of experience on me so even if I am getting better your skill just dwarfs mine..."

Azriel looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. He had expected such a reaction from you, and he couldn't say that he blamed you either.

"You underestimate yourself," he told you gently, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"It may take time, but you will get there. Just keep practicing and if you can't believe in yourself, believe in the fact that I'm starting to feel your progress in your punches." As always tried to joke with you slightly but seeing as he got nothing but a half earned smile he let himself fall quiet.

He sighed deeply, his gaze drifting down to his scarred hands fiddling with them idly. There were things he wanted to tell you, things he wanted to share about his past, but he knew you weren't ready for them yet. Maybe one day, when you were strong enough, he could tell you everything.

Following his gaze, you watched as he picked at his nails and cuticles. You had known Az for a few hundred years now and as long as you had known him he had never shared the story of his warped skin and you had never worked up the courage to ask, that was until now.

"can I ask you a question without you getting upset? You can tell me to screw off if you don't want to answer, I won't push." You said in a timid, whispered voice. Azriel turned to look at you, his expression curious.

"Of course, y/n. What is it?"

He kept his tone calm and non-threatening, not wanting to scare you off. Whatever it was, he would do his best to answer honestly.

"what happened to your hands?"

Azriel's expression softened, and he looked down at his hands, his fingers curling slightly as he remembered.

"My hands... They were burned by-" he let out a heavy sigh, flexing his hands under your gaze before continuing.

"they were burned by my brothers, many years ago. I was born a bastard like Cassian so I was treated differently, even by my so-called family. They it left me with these scars."

He lifted his hands, showing you the intricate network of burn scars that covered his palms and fingers. They were a constant reminder of his past, a painful chapter he would rather forget.

"what brings that question to mind?"

you reach to grab his hand but hesitated before touching him.

"I just always wondered if they were painful they still look painful..."He noticed your hesitation and gave you a reassuring nod, encouraging you to continue.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, physically at least. But sometimes, the memories can still be quite painful." He lowered his hands, his gaze returning to yours staying quiet for a beat.

"It's alright, y/n. You won't hurt me by touching them. I won't bite or as Cass would say 'i won't bite unless you want me too'" he says with a half honest grin trying to lift the mood slightly.

He held out his hand, palm facing up, waiting for you to make the first move. He wanted to show you that he trusted you, that he was comfortable with you touching him. "Go ahead, y/n."

you gingerly brushed your fingers over his scarred hand before taking one of his hands in both of your running your thumbs over the back before smile and saying softly

"They always looked soft still..."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he felt his face heat slightly at the praise. He never wanted to feel anything other than your gentle touch on his scarred hand.

"Because of the burns, my skin never calloused so yeah I guess they are."

He turned his hand over, intertwining his fingers with yours. The warmth of your touch seeped into his skin, soothing the old wounds in ways he hadn't experienced in centuries.

"I never associated touch with comfort before. It feels like home." ' you feel like home' is what he would have said if he had the nerve but kept that thought to himself, thinking it to cheesey to say out loud.

His thumb stroked the back of your hand, a tender gesture that spoke volumes about the unspoken bond between you two. In that moment, the weight of his secrets and the darkness of his past seemed to fade away, replaced by a simple, pure connection with you.

you lifted your head to look at him only to find him already looking at you, your faces close enough to feel each others baited breaths.

Azriel's gaze locked onto yours, his heart pounding against his ribcage like a wild drum. The intensity of your stare was almost overwhelming, stirring feelings within him that he thought long buried.

He leaned closer, his lips inches away from yours. He could smell your scent, a mix of sweat and something uniquely you. It was intoxicating, making his pulse race and his resolve weaken.

For a moment, he considered closing the gap, pressing his lips against yours and losing himself in the warmth of your embrace. But he pulled back, breaking eye contact, reminding himself of the danger in such actions.

without thinking of the consequences of your actions you shot your hand out to cradle the side of his face turning him back to look at you and meet him with pleading look, begging him not to turn away.

Azriel's breath caught in his throat as he felt your hand cup his cheek, turning his face back towards you. He met your pleading gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of longing and fear.

He wanted nothing more than to surrender to the desire burning within him, to lose himself in your embrace and forget about his past, his fears, and his responsibilities. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet, at least.

With a heavy sigh, he gently removed your hand from his face, his fingertips trailing along your skin as he did so.

"y/n, we can't," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I care for you too much to risk putting you in danger. We need to focus on our training, on becoming stronger, you need to be ready for when hyburn attacks."

your pout deepened as you moved back slowly pulling your hand away from his reluctantly as you bit your lip trying to think of something to say to make him change his mind.

"Az we can still train and I've been getting stronger for years, why can't we just," you trail off, not knowing that words for the feeling you felt for him.

Azriel's chest tightened at your pout, a pang of guilt slicing through him as he cut you off. He hated seeing you upset, especially over something he had done.

"It's not because I don't want to," he assured you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's because I care about you too much. If I give in to these feelings now, it might lead to something neither of us is prepared for, not with so much at stake with war coming."

He paused, his gaze dropping to your lips before lifting back to meet your eyes.

"We're mates. I've known for a while but even though we were designed for each other. And right now with hyburn threatening to breach our borders, our lives and decisions can't be about love or passion-it's about survival"

you pull his face back to you for a last time before running the pads of your thumbs over his cheeks lovingly

"I know that az, but you are my survival. you said it yourself that your my mate, do you really think that I can live without my mate, without you?" You plead tears starting to form in your eyes.

The words hit him like a physical blow, leaving him momentarily speechless. Your admission cut straight to the core of his being, striking a chord within him that resonated with a depth of longing he didn't fully understand.

"You need my love..." he echoed, the words sounding foreign even to his ears. He'd never been loved, let alone needed. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I... I don't know if I can give you that. I've never been loved, and I've never loved anyone the way I think I should. you deserve all the love there is in this world, and I don't think I can give you that."

His voice cracked with emotion, betraying the turmoil of feelings welling up inside him.

"you can,"

You step closer still holding his face you pull a hand away to grab his scarred one and place it on your waist and putting your hand on his chest over his heart gingerly.

"You have so much love in your heart that you can't help but let it spill over. You try to act so cold and calloused to everyone but we all feel you how much you love us. "

At your touch, Azriel felt a surge of emotion course through him, his heart pounding wildly against your palm. He stared down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deception or manipulation, but found only sincerity and vulnerability.

"You really believe that, don't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"That I have love to give?"

He hesitated for a moment, then placed his other hand tentatively on your waist. The warmth of your body seeped into his chilled skin, melting some of the ice that had encased his heart for so long.

"I want to believe it," he admitted, his gaze dropping to your lips once more.

"But I'm afraid of putting you in a dangerous situation that you never need to be in. Afraid of losing control and doing something that could harm you. We both know that my work is extremely dangerous and if you got pulled into that I would never fucking forgive myself"

"Azriel... Your the bravest male I've ever met, please don't stop being brave." You take a final step faces inches apart

Azriel's breath hitched as you closed the remaining distance between you, your bodies nearly touching. He could feel the heat radiating off you, drawing him in like a moth to flame.

"Brave doesn't mean fearless, y/n," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Sometimes bravery means facing your deepest fears, even when every instinct tells you to run." You whisper gingerly brushing you fingers over his leathers laying over his heart.

He reached up, his fingers curling around the nape of your neck as he tilted your head back slightly. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm just scared of failing you, of not being able to protect you. But I'm also scared of missing this chance, of letting my fears hold me back from trying to give us the life the cauldron has laid out for us."

"Then don't let your fears hold you back Az, let me hold them instead." You hold his hand over your cheek and guide his thumb over your lip again gently.

Azriel's resistance crumbled under your gentle guidance, his thumb gliding over your soft, plump lips with a tenderness that surprised even him. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours as he savored the scent of your skin, the warmth of your breath.

"cauldron..." he murmured, his voice thick with longing.

he closed the final inch of distance, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was both tentative and desperate, holding your sides as delicately as fine china.

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you surge you hand up to tangle in his hair and let out an audible cry of relief into his mouth.

Azriel groaned softly into the kiss as your hand tangled in his hair, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips to explore the warm cavern of your mouth.

As he kissed you, Azriel felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a burden he hadn't realized he carried until it was gone. In your embrace, he found a sense of peace, of belonging, that he had never known before.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, panting lightly as he struggled to catch his breath. "Y/n, I've wanted this for so long," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion.

"Wanted to hold you, touch you, taste you now."

"then don't fucking stop now." You practically begged, chasing his lips.

Your impassioned plea sent a jolt of desire through Azriel, his grip on you tightening as he ground his hips against yours, the hard length of his arousal pressing insistently against your belly.

"Oh, god, baby," he gasped, his breath hot against your skin.

"I won't stop, not now, not ever again." His hands trailing down to your ass, gently kneading the flesh under your fighting leathers.

"You're mine, and I'm going to fuck you so hard, make you scream my name until you forget everyone else exists."With that declaration, Azriel swept you up into his arms and winnowed you back to the house of wind before.

carrying you towards his bedroom as he devoured your mouth in a frenzy of kisses, his hands roaming your curves with a hunger that bordered on desperation. your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you and you press your breasts against his chest, mewl desperately against his lips.

The sound of your moans vibrating against his lips was music to Azriel's ears, fueling his already raging desire. He kicked open the door to his bedroom, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he laid you down onto the plush mattress.

"Gods, babygirl," he growled, his hands tracing the outline of your curves as he knelt beside you, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed flesh. "You're so beautiful, so perfect..."

Without another word, he began to undress you, peeling away each layer of your leathers with a reverence that belied his usual cool demeanor. As he revealed your skin to his hungry gaze, he marveled at the sight, at the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the sweet dip of your navel.

"And you smell divine,"

Azriel couldn't help but lean down, his tongue darting out to trace a path along the delicate line of your collarbone, savoring the taste of your skin. He licked and nibbled his way down your body, pausing to lavish attention on each breast, his tongue swirling around your nipples before taking them into his mouth, sucking gently.

His hands weren't idle either, slipping down to cup your ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he continued his descent. His shadows hooked around the sides of your panties, dragging them down your thighs with a teasing slowness that left you squirming beneath him.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered against your skin, his voice a husky murmur.

"What do you crave? Tell me how to make you come undone?"

you reached down to Palm the tent in his fighting leathers at the words and using your other hand to wrap the scared flesh of his hand around your throat.

"I want you to use me, own me Azriel."

At your command, Azriel's heart pounded with a wild rhythm, his cock throbbing in your grasp. He allowed you to control his movements, his hand tightening around your throat in a gesture that was both possessive and protective while one of his larger shadows gently brushed against the side of your face in stark contrast.

"You're mine now, babygirl," he breathed, his voice laced with raw need.

"And I plan to worship every gods-damned inch of you."

With that promise, he slid down further, his lips trailing kisses along your inner thigh, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. He paused just above where you needed him most, his eyes locking with yours as he teased you mercilessly.

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper. "Do you want my mouth on you, tasting you?"

"gods yes please!" You hold his hand tightly around his throat encouraging him to squeeze harder what you arch your back of the bed in hopes of inching your cunt closer to his mouth.

Azriel's grip around your throat tightened slightly at your eager response, his thumb applying just enough pressure to send a thrill of excitement through you. With a low growl, he finally gave in to your pleas, his mouth descending upon your dripping folds.

He lavished your pussy with attention, his tongue delving deep inside you as he fucked you with slow, deliberate strokes while flicks of dark swirl around your clit. He explored every inch of your sex, savoring the taste of your arousal, the feel of your slick walls clenching around his tongue.

As he ate you out, Azriel's free hand roamed your body, palming your breasts, pinching your nipples, leaving trails of fire and cold in its wake. He could feel your climax building, could taste your sweet submission on his tongue, and it only fueled his own desire.

"come on babygirl, ride my face while you come."

He brought one of your hands to tangle in his hair and wrapped his arms around the tops of your thighs encouraging you to buck into his tongue.

Your hips bucked off the bed as you came hard on his tongue, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, your juices flowing freely as you cried out his name, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

Azriel drank in your release, his tongue lapping up every drop of your essence as he savored the taste of your pleasure. He held you tight, his mouth never leaving your pussy as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, your cries of ecstasy music to his ears.

Only when you finally went limp did he release you, his face glistening with your arousal. He crawled up your body, his chocolate eyes blazing with a fierce possessiveness as he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss.

"Now it's my turn," he growled against your lips, his hands tearing at his leathers to free his straining cock.

"Get on your knees, baby, I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

You eagerly roll onto your stomach and push yourself off the bed and onto your knees Infront of him batting your lashes and staring up at him with lust filled eyes.

Azriel watched you move, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and admiration. Your eagerness was intoxicating, fueling his own need even further. He discarded his leathers completely, revealing his veined cock, throbbing with need.

Azriel's breath caught in his throat at the sight of you kneeling before him, your eyes filled with hunger and desire. He ran a hand through your disheveled hair, his fingers tangling in your locks as he guided your head towards his aching cock.

"Open wide, love," *he murmured, his voice thick with need.

"Show me how much you need me."

you took him into your mouth, Azriel let out a low groan, his hips bucking involuntarily. Your warm, wet mouth felt like heaven, and he had to fight the urge to thrust too hard, too fast. Instead, he set a steady pace, his hands guiding your head as you sucked the tip every time he pulled out.

"Fuck, good girl," he gasped, his grip tightening in your hair. "You fucking feel incredible..."You moaned softly as you took him deeper into your mouth working your tongue over his cock, your hands reaching up to cup his balls as you continue to suckle on his cock.

The sensation of your tongue working over his length, coupled with the feeling of your hands on his balls, sent jolts of pleasure coursing through Azriel's body. He watched you, entranced by the sight of your lips stretched around his cock, the sound of your soft moans vibrating against him.

"That's right, baby," he purred, his voice heavy with lust.

"Take all of me... Show me how much you want this..."

He began to move faster, his hips rocking into your mouth, setting a rhythm that had him teetering on the brink of release. His fingers threaded through your hair, urging you on, pushing you to take him even deeper.

"fuck yes! Good girl, just like tha- oh such fucking good girl!"

You moan louder now sending subtle vibrations down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing out as you suck harder on his cock, taking him deeper each time until he hits the back of your throat. You gag softly but quickly recover and continue sucking him off as if your life depends on it.

The feeling of your throat constricting around his cock was almost too much for Azriel to bear. He grunted, his hands gripping your hair tighter as he fucked your mouth with abandon, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.

"Oh gods, baby..." he groaned, his voice ragged with need.

"You're going to make me come so fucking hard..."

His cock throbbed in your mouth, signaling his imminent release. With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled his seed into your willing mouth, his cum coating your tongue and spilling down your chin.

"That's it... Swallow it all..."

Swiping your fingers over your chin you collect the molten cream and swallow every last drop of his cum, your throat working to milk him dry, your eyes locked on his as you gaze up at him with a look of complete satisfaction and devotion.

Azriel watched, transfixed, as your throat bobbed swallowing his cum, your tongue working to milk him dry. He let out a satisfied sigh, his fingers gently stroking through your hair as he admired the look of complete satisfaction on your face.

"You're amazing," he murmured, pulling out of your mouth and offering you a hand up.

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

With a smile, he pulled you into his arms for a deep, passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he savored the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

You lean into his touch, your body pressed tightly against his as you kiss him back just as passionately, your hands running over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin.

Azriel dominated you mouth with a throaty moan, his hands exploring your curves with a growing urgency. He broke away from the kiss only long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, savoring the taste of your skin.

"I want more," he whispered huskily,

"but I think we should save some energy for later."With that, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you back to the bed where he laid you down, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked down at you.

You giggle lightly as he lays you back down on the bed, your legs parting slightly as you invite him closer.

Azriel's gaze followed the movement of your legs, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he saw the invitation in your eyes. He climbed onto the bed, settling between your thighs, his weight supported on his elbows as he gazed down at you.

"Impatient little thing, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

He leaned down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak before giving it a gentle bite.

"But don't worry, love. I plan to take full advantage of that"

Feeling your hands in his hair, Azriel gave a low chuckle, the vibration of his laughter traveling straight to your breasts. He continued his attentions, alternating between teasing your nipples and tracing patterns across your skin with his tongue.

"Hmm, sounds like someone wants more," he murmured, his voice muffled against your flesh.

Pulling back slightly, he shifted his position, aligning his cock with your slick entrance. Without another word, he pushed inside you, filling you completely with a single, smooth stroke.

You arch your back, pressing your breasts back into his waiting mouth as he teases and bites at your sensitive nipples, a soft moan escaping your lips. Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling in the strands as you pull him closer, desperate for more of his touch.

"Fucking hell, babygirl..." he groaned, his hips beginning to rock slowly as he adjusted to your tight warmth. impatience."

He moved to your other breast, lavishing the same attention upon it, all while grinding his hardening cock against your core. Your back arches off the bed as he fills you, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the sudden intrusion. But as he begins to move, slow and deliberate, you relax into him, your inner walls clenching around his thickness.

"Ah... yes..." you breathe out, your hands tightening in his hair.

"Just like that... Don't stop..."

Hearing your plea, Azriel picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. Each thrust drove him deeper into your welcoming heat, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"Gods, you feel incredible," he growled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dueling with yours as he fucked you relentlessly.

His hands roamed your body, squeezing your ass cheeks, tracing the curve of your waist, and finally, cupping your breasts once again, thumbing your nipples into stiff peaks.

You meet his kiss with equal fervor, your tongue dancing with his as you lose yourself in the sensation of being filled so completely. Your legs wrap around his ass, pulling him even deeper within you, urging him on.

"Oh god, Azriel!" you cry out, your walls spasming around him, milking him for all he's worth.

Feeling your orgasm ripple through you, Azriel let out a guttural roar, burying himself as deep as he could go as he found his own release. He came hard, pulsing streams of hot cum inside you, his body shuddering with the force of it.

"baby Fuck, y/n-" he gasped, collapsing forward, catching himself on his elbows to keep from crushing you before pulling out and gently resting himself on top of you, his hips still between your legs and his head resting on your breasts.

He stayed there for a moment, panting, his heart pounding against your chest, before slowly rolling to the side, taking you with him so you were draped across his chest.

"That was... intense," he panted, his fingers trailing lazily up and down your spine.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah... That was amazing." you murmur, snuggling closer to him, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

As you lay there, spent and satisfied, your the aftershocks of your orgasm. You nod weakly, a contented smile tugging at your lips.

Azriel smiled, his fingers gently stroking through your hair as you nestled against him. He could feel the warmth of your body pressed to his, the steady beat of your heart against his chest.

"I know, baby," he said softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"And it's only going to get better from here."

His hand trailed lower, his fingers finding your hip, where he gave a gentle squeeze.

"Now rest, we've got plenty of time to explore more later when you can feel your legs again." He taunted with a tired grin.

You sigh contentedly with a fucked out smile on your face, feeling utterly relaxed and loved. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his body envelope you, and drift off to sleep in his arms.

Watching you drift off to sleep, Azriel couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment. Here, in his embrace, safe and protected, with his beautiful mate, it was everything he could ever want. And now, it seemed, he had it all.

With a final lingering look, he allowed himself to relax fully, his breathing evening out to match yours. As he drifted toward sleep, he knew one thing for certain - this was just the beginning.

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anything4mymoony · 10 months

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~That you weren't mine~

MINORS DNI !!

One bed trope- enemies to lovers- forced proximity?

Anyways- lesbian smut-fingering- reader is in charge for my domming w/w out there

Also- don't come at me, I haven't written smut in a PHAT minute so ya'll 🫣

You and Kit had practically been enemies since you were five. You loathed each other for some reason that now, as you grew older couldn’t remember. You would have gotten over it if kit weren’t the cockiest princess known to mankind.

She was a great swordsman which only added onto her giant list of reason why she believed she was the best-person-ever-who-literally-had-soooo-much-talent. You hated every time your parents forced you to go visit her kingdom for “diplomatic appearances” to prove that both kingdoms were friends.

And every time you were with Kit, she somehow managed to send you back home in a fury, fists clenched with the annoyance and frustration of her remarks.

So it wasn’t really all that different when you went to visit for the who knows now many time. You both however, managed to get through dinner without a single squabble that both sets of parents had begun to believe that your childish antics were finally coming to an end.

Their wishes had lasted for only so long, that as when you both exited the dining hall, the spell of your silence had broken. Kit managed to start it this time, asking with a snarky tone how your search for a suitor was going, somehow managing to add in that you were a intolerbable troll and oh- who would ever want to marry you?

You bit back saying that her head was so far up her ass that her ego was so much larger an all of the men’s egos combined from both yours nd her kingdoms. Jade howeverr, finally had enough od the arguing between you both- a migraine that always seemed to return every time you two got together. So- Jade came up with an idea- one that she believed to be great.

That night, when you were getting ready for bed, Kit opened your door, slightly confused to find you already in there.

“What do you want?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I-um,” Kit began “um- Jade told me one of the maids accidentally set my bed on fire and that this room would be available for me to sleep in,”

She couldn’t concetrate on her words, her eyes falling towards your slightly unbuttoned shirt that you were clearly in the middle of putting on.

“Well this is my room. I'm staying here for the night. You can go find another room,” you spat.

Kit made a face before turning to open the door to leave, only to find that it was locked. “Well shit”

“Well shit what?” You asked, joining her side as you tried the door only to find that it was locked. You frowned “the door must have gotten stuck. I call the bed, you can sleep on the floor for all I care.”

Kit gasped at your words “no way am I sleeping on the floor. You can!”

You turned around before poking a finger at her chest “Kit, I am your guest here. I sleep in the damn bed,”

You went to lay down on the bed, proving your point. Kit watched you for a moment, as you snuggled yourself in the middle of the bed, a smirk on your face. Kit only rolled her eyes and laid down next to you, her small spot on the edge of the bed. You frowned in disgust.

“What are you doing?” You snapped.

“I’m laying down,” Kit replied before digging her elbow into your ribs for you to move over “move over, I wont be able to sleep with such little room.”

“This is my bed, im not moving,” you crossed your arms

“Technically- I own this bed, I own everything in this castle. Move over or I’ll have to sleep on top of you.”

“I’m not moving, Kit.” you frowned “You were the one who decided to bother me in my room and now you are stuck in here. Whose fault is that?”

Kit didn’t respond. Instead, she rolled over to where she was onto of you. Her legs were straddling the sides of your body while her face hovered over yours. For a moment, you could have sworn you saw her eyes drift down to your lips before bouncing back up to your eyes. She gave you a lazy smile.

“I guess this is going to have to do since you wont move over.”

“Get off of me!” you tried to shove her off, but her hands were planted on either side of your head, keeping her upright. you felt your heart race at how close kit was to you, how she was practically onto of you. Your skin warmed at the feeling and you tried to move your legs.

“You may hate me,” Kit leaned down, whispering in your ear as her warm breath brushed against your neck “but I believe your body thinks differently.”

You parted your lips trying to form a sentence but your body was too overwhelmed. The warmth of her breath on your neck seemed to have made your brain short circuit. The only thing that came out of your mouth was a shuddering breath.

You felt Kit smirk against your ear before she leaned down and kissed your neck. there was nothing that you could do with her body onto of yours- not that you wanted to do anything. Your body was filled with a warmth from where her lips had touched your skin. Kit continued to make her way down your neck, stopping to leave a little mark above your collar bone.

A involuntary groan left your lips, body falling limp in the bed as you eyes fluttered for a moment. In that moment, you couldn’t remember why you had hated her so much, you could only think about how good her lips felt on you.

“Kit,” you panted, hesitantly reaching up to grasp at her hair.

“Are you sure you still hate me?’ Kit mumbled against your skin.

“I…I dont think I ever did,” you responded as you pushed her off of you and rolled onto of her.

Being on top of kit was a sight that you even thought you’d see. But you spent a few seconds marveling at how her flushed face looked against the pillow, her short locks splayed around her head. You shifted yourself on her, trying to fix your legs when your hips brushed against hers. Kit let out a sigh, eyelids almost drooping shut from the feeling.

You cupped the sides of her face and kissed her gently, only for kit to grasp at your hips and kiss you back more passioanlty. It seemed as if she had been wanting to kiss you for such a long time- all of her thoughts and feelings had been conveyed into the kiss, groaning as you ran your teeth along her bottom lip.

You quickly moved to kiss her neck as kit bit down on her lip, noises threatening to spill past her lips. A loud sigh left her as you found the sensitive spot on her neck. You stayed in that spot, running your teeth over the area before licking it to soothe the pain. While you did that, you slowly traced your fingers up kit’s arm. She shuddered from your touch.

“Do you like that?” You whispered against her skin.

Kit could only nod, biting down on her lip before a whimper escaped. You smiled at the mess that you had managed to reduce her to. You moved your hand up to her face before you looked up at her.

“I need to hear you say it, Kit.”

She nodded, trying to summon the willpower to speak. Her body was too overwhelmed from your touch and she felt like she was dreaming again. Ever since you had arrived to her kingdom after years of being apart, kits eyes had never left you.

You can come back stronger and more dignified than you were the last time she had seen you but then you both had only been kids. Now, not had you only grown to be more breath taking- but there was something about your maturing personality that drew her in and kept her hooked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I kissed at her lips as my fingers hovered over her waistband “is this okay?”

“Ye-yeah, yes, please”

You shuddered at how desperate she became, the begging in her voice forced a soft moan out of you. you moved yourself off of her. With her permission, you ran your fingers down her pants and between her thighs, teasingly touching her. Kit bit her lip as her head fell back against the pillows. Her breathing was becoming short and messy with the desperation to feel you.

Her hips chased your touch, a moan rolling past her lips. You giggled from the sound she made before pressing a finger too her lips.

“Shh,” you breathed against her mouth “can’t have anyone hearing us.”

You slid a hand over her mouth, using that as a shield from the sounds you so deseralty wanted o hear. But something turned you on with the risk of being heard, with the forcefulness of having her moan into your hand sent something stirring inside of you.

You dragged your pointer finger along her cunt. Kit arched her back, eyes practically rolling to the back of her head when you slowly inserted them into her wet pussy, half finished moans being spat into your hand. you moved your thumb along the top of her clit, seeking to create a wave of pleasure rolling through her. While you covered her mouth with one hand and the other in her pants, you leaned over to kiss at her neck, finding the same sensitive spot as before, running your teeth over it.

She withered underneath you, bucking her hips to create the friction that you were teasingly building up with a slow pace. Kit whined your name into your hand, practically begging for you to speed up.

Once you did, she let out a shuddering moan. Her hands were in your hair, pulling softly at the roots in an attempt to ground herself from the stinging pleasure building up inside of her.

“You’re doing so good,” you praised, eyes rolling over her body and the messy state she was in as you pulled away from her. Your fingers sped up, kit’s hips rolling to meet the same pace and you could tell by the rapid breathing and frequent noises that she was getting close.

Kit said something against your hand and you moved it away from her mouth.

“I-i think I’m-“ she gasped, cut off by a groan.

You could feel her clench around your fingers as you leaned in to kiss her lips once more before whispering “come for me, baby”

You forgot to put your hand back over her mouth, letting kit moan loudly as she came, her body sagging with relief as you kissed her forehead.

“You did so good,” you whispered giants her neck.

Her breathing slowly came back to a normal pace, her hair wild and clung to the sides of her face damp with sweat. Kit reached up to kiss you, lips warm and swollen.

“I never hated you” kit whispered “I hated how I couldn’t have you.”

“Well now you do,” you whispered back, stroking back a strand of her hair.

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astarionancuntnin · 3 months

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Bad Blood

summary: it was meant to be a nice, simple plan. get the sorceress to fall in love with him to assure his own safety, nothing more. what he didn't plan was to fall for her as well, and all the complications that came along with it.

my own twist on the astarion confession scene with the reader!tav from my previous fic, Undisclosed Desires

rating: M

word count: 3.6k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, sorceress!tav)

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, self-destructive tendencies from tav, dissociation, mention of past trauma (rape/abusive relationship), toxic coping mechanism, near death experience, talks of manipulation tricks (Astarion's confession speech). full list on ao3

a/n: a follow up to Undisclosed Desires (master list can be found here), now featuring astarion POV! reading the previous fic isnt mandatory but i do highly suggest it to get a feel of their relationship + reader!tav's character and the build up that brought them there (mind you UD is explicit).

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How do I try? I don't know why I wanna fall in love

I wanna die, every time I see you parking up

Forget about the fights, remember the nights we had, it's not enough

I wanna lie, pretend I'm alright, but-

I’m… not expecting you to say it back, but I meant what I said yesterday. I don’t know where this’ll go, but I know I want to be with you.

The words resonated in Astarion’s head.

He pretended to be sleeping back then, but he heard everything she said. He appreciated that she didn’t expect an answer from him, since he wouldn’t have been able to give one. Of course, this was the expected outcome; he did everything to make her fall for him. It was easy after all, a routine of sorts. She was cold at first and he doubted he could get to her, but in the end, everything had gone exactly according to plan. Except for one simple detail.

I think I’m in love with you.

Astarion has had those words in mind ever since her declaration, a few nights ago. Since then, she was more lenient with him in general, but what he was most grateful for was how she was more keen on letting him feed on her. They didn’t talk about what happened, but their relationship was stable. He had what he wanted; security from the leader of the group, assurance that she wasn’t going to turn on him, and a meal every night. She was also less aggressive towards him but she still had that fire in her that made her a menace on the battlefield, without taking away that softness towards people in need. That balance in her character, this goodness within that drifted him towards her, that made him love her in return.

…Love? No, that couldn’t be right. He found himself enjoying the banter between the two of them, it’s true. She was just as witty as he was, and their back and forth was the most fun he had during the day. She challenged him, kept him on his toes, ready for anything, and the few times they had sex were great, he couldn’t deny that either. It started out as a ruse to have her trust and protect him, but then it became more intimate, she opened herself up to him during those precious moments. He was able to know her unlike anyone else among their group.

She was more than he expected her to be, and at first, he hated it. Couldn’t believe how his own plan turned against him. But then he saw how she cared, when no one else did, and she let herself be vulnerable for him when she came forward with her own feelings. When he held her close that morning, he didn’t want to let go. She sounded so sincere, felt so warm and soft against him, a safe haven. Until he could come forward with his own feelings, if he ever did, he would accept any form of affection from her, when she’s the least likely to notice. After all, he couldn’t let himself show any type of vulnerability, lest fall for her. It would go against his plan.

Every chance she had to take a stand for him, she did. She was merciless and cruel to those who posed a threat to their group, protecting him as much as she protected herself. She was probably the most courageous member of their party, but as of late, this courage turned into recklessness; casting strong spells that could have wiped an entire village when a simple, smaller one, would’ve done the trick. Every fight made her take more unnecessary risks to secure their victory, and given the shadowlands were dangerous territory, she believed it justified her recent impulsiveness. She used to be more strategic, she was resourceful and able to lead battles using everyone’s abilities; that’s why they had put her in charge of their group, but their latest fights had been too close for comfort, and tension had risen around camp. It has worked so far, she had claimed, not seeing the issue with her behaviour, and dismissing everyone who came forward to express their concern.

But what would they do when it would fail?

His fellow companions blamed it on the shadow-cursed lands that must’ve been affecting her, surely, as she was growing back to her cold, distant self, but Astarion noticed the change in her behaviour specifically following their visit at Last Light Inn. She was fine when they first entered the vicinity, but by the time they were leaving, the sorceress seemed anxious and eager to go back into the woods, away from the security the inn provided, oddly enough. When she was asked about it, she blamed it on a bad gut feeling. Shadowheart agreed and blamed it on the presence of the Selunite, who they didn’t even get the chance to discuss with. The rest of their party didn’t push for more information following that interaction, and she stayed mostly silent for the rest of the day and even ignored Astarion’s remarks, which was unlike her.

Still, she let him feed the following nights, but she seemed away during their sessions. She wasn’t exactly the talkative type and he didn’t want to pry, but she caught his attention when she walked out of her tent, panting, a few times throughout these last nights. When he had taken a peek, he found her clutching at her chest, struggling to breathe as she was pacing nearby. Something was troubling her and it felt too critical to let it go unnoticed. After tonight, Astarion decided to confront her about it.

She was dabbing her neck, cleaning the traces of his recent feeding, her eyes lost in the distance, when he spoke up. “I’ve noticed you seem… away, during our little sessions, as of late.”

“Hm?” She’s snapped back to reality, proving his point, but still avoiding any eye contact. “Oh, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“But I do worry. Especially with those nightmares you’ve been having lately.”

Her gaze locked with his, a dread settling within her. Her eyes darted across her tent, questioning if it was even worth it to lay her heart out. She sighed deeply, taking in a moment to find the words and it took her a few tries to finally speak up.

“When we passed by the Last Light Inn, I… recognised someone. He…” Her breath cut short. “We used to date. Ish. It wasn’t a great experience, to put it lightly. I was young and naive, and he took advantage of it. He–” Her breathing quickened as she was explaining further, the memories vividly coming back to her. The words got stuck in her throat, unable to carry on. “I hated myself for so long. I felt guilty of what had happened to me. It took me years to get over it– I thought I was over it, but the second I saw him again, it all came back at once.”

She paused once more, trying to regulate her breathing. “I spent all those years thinking about how I could make him regret what he did to me, if we ever crossed paths again. And when it finally happened, I froze. I. fucking. froze.”

Tears were threatening to fall and she pulled her knees close to her chest, turning her head aside; she couldn’t bear to let him see her in that state. “I’m sorry– you need to leave.”

He wanted to hold her, tell her that he would be by her side no matter what, that he would help her get her revenge if that’s what she desired, just like she promised to help him out against Cazador, but he simply couldn’t. The words remained caged in his chest as he got up and opened the flap of her tent before bidding his goodbyes.

The next morning, she avoided him like he used to avoid the sun; anytime he was nearby, she would turn to face someone else among their group, as if she couldn’t stand to look at him. Her speech was concise, mathematical, she had lost any sign of the emotions she had experienced the night prior. When she selected the members of the party for the day, he was surprised to be a part of it. He wasn't scared to be left in camp, after all, she made it clear in the past that his ability to lock pick any and every thing made him a valuable asset, but he had his doubts after how she had been acting this morning.

The sorceress proposed to visit Moonrise Tower to get to the heart of their problem, but the shadow curse had made it tedious to navigate further and Karlach urged the group to revisit the Last Light Inn to get the help of the Selunite cleric. With the majority of the party agreeing, their leader had no choice but to step over her current feelings for the sake of their mission, but she made it clear that they wouldn’t stay a second longer than needed in there.

To her dismay, that moment would take up most of their day.

After receiving the blessing of the cleric, a winged man, that Isobel referred to as Marcus, arrived from the skies claiming that she needed to leave with him, and when it was made clear that it wasn't an option, a fight ensued with his own army of undead. They should've been able to handle them, it was their first fight of the day and they were prepared for anything. Or so they thought.

The hits from their enemies were stronger than anticipated and Shadowheart barely managed to keep everyone alive with Marcus who drained them dry at every chance he had; against their best attempt, Isobel was knocked out and captured by the winged man.

Without the moon cleric to protect the inn, all its inhabitants were claimed by the shadow curse; one by one, the group of adventurers watched them die and turn against them, prolonging their already lengthy battle. They defeated all the harpers within the inn before making their way outside, where another group of possessed fighters were waiting for them. The fight had been going on for what felt like forever; waves of new enemies kept coming in and the party was running short on spells and patience. More worrisome: Shadowheart had used her last healing spell.

With everyone’s health running dangerously low, the sorceress knew she had to act fast to assure their victory. She was scanning the battlefield to evaluate her options when she froze, her gaze stuck on one of the Harpers that was approaching them. Astarion recognized her behaviour from the night before and he knew he had to step in. He screamed her name, trying to make her snap out of it, but she remained motionless, unable to react to her environment, as a range of emotions visibly flooded her all at once. Without Karlach by her side to slash the undead that was coming for her, she would’ve been downed right there and then. The fiery tiefling screamed her name again and grabbed her by her shoulder, grounding her back to reality.

“Soldier, hey! You with me?”

Their leader blinked quickly, taking back her surroundings, “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine, sorry.”

“What’s happened to you? You were this close to being a goner.”

She didn’t answer back, but when her eyes fell back on the Harper she recognized seconds ago, an uncontrollable anger started boiling within her, and although Astarion noticed the fists clenching tighter and tighter at her sides, he wasn’t expecting what came next.

She freed herself from Karlach’s grasp on her shoulder as she bolted straight to the Harper she had in her sights. No one was able to stop her before she casted flaming hands on the undead, with a guttural scream that was cut short by the explosion that followed.

Blinded by rage, the sorceress missed to notice the multiple barrels of smoke powder that surrounded their last enemies as she cast her spell, blowing them up and herself in the process.

The rest of the party remained far enough to be spared by the explosion, Karlach receiving barely any damage. As the smoke settled down, the figure of their friend appeared, spread on the ground among the corpses of their fallen enemies.

No… it can't be…

Despite his distance from her, Astarion was the first one to reach her. He quickly rushed past the cleric and barbarian to land next to the fainted sorceress, bringing her head close to him. He tried to look for her eyes, but they were shut tight with no sign of life.

“Wake up… Wake up! Come on now. Please…” His hold of her became desperate, looking for any sign of consciousness; her body’s warmth was turning to a familiar coldness, and the soft melody of her heartbeat was getting quieter. Dread started to settle in and he shot a deadly stare at Shadowheart who was still standing next to Karlach, checking on her smaller wounds. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?! Heal her!”

“I'm all out of spells!” She tried to explain. “We need to bring her back to our camp.”

“Would it kill you to try?”

Karlach nodded, agreeing that their friend was in bigger need of care than her, and Shadowheart approached the fainted party member begrudgingly, knowing fully well she would be of no help, and knelt next to her as she tried to cast a healing spell, but nothing happened. She tried again, and again, but her magic had run out. “I'm sorry, I– I can't.”

“What do you mean, you can't?!” Astarion spat out. “That's your sole purpose! What good of a cleric are you if you can't even heal her!”

“Hey!” Karlach stepped in before Shadowheart could retort. “Yelling won't get us anywhere, alright? We're all exhausted, and Soldier here needs serious help – let's just all go back to camp? Halsin might be able to take a look at her.”

His eyes narrowed, looking back at his lover, and he nodded to his friend. Without wasting any more time, Karlach picked her lifeless body from the ground, leading the march to their campsite without muttering another word.

Back at camp, the party rushed to bring the burned sorceress to Halsin’s tent. At the brief sight of her lifeless body, everyone else rushed to see the state she was in.

“By Sylvanus, what happened back there?”

“Does it matter? She clearly needs help!” Astarion shouted.

“She was in the middle of an explosion, it was pretty bad.” Karlach stepped in, providing an answer for the archdruid. ”Can you fix her up?”

“I’ll do what I can, my friend, but I’ll need some time– “ He turned to Astarion who was hovering. “And space. Do not worry, I will come to you once I am done.”

With those last words, Karlach laid their fallen friend down in Halsin’s tent and guided Astarion out with a pat on the shoulder and a soft “Come on, Fangs''. He followed her, giving one last look at the woman he grew to love, a mix of anger and worry painted over his face. Astarion remained at his tent, trying to take his mind off of her by sewing up his torn clothes, but his mind kept going back to the moments before the explosion. He had pieced together what had happened, but he couldn't understand why she had put herself at risk like so. She was the smartest among them – he even enjoyed taunting Gale about it – and she was logical in combat. Why would she go as far as to risk her life over this? He kept pacing around in circles for the rest of the evening, expecting the worst as time went by.

As night time approached, the flap’s of Halsin's tent opened to reveal an exhausted healer. Astarion hurried to him, his worry circulating to the druid with unspoken words.

“I stabilised her.” He tried to reassure the pale elf. “She will be alright, but she needs to rest. Her wounds were… a lot. If she didn't have the resolve of a sorceress, she might’ve not made it.”

His eyes darted to the opening of the tent, mindlessly walking in, not ready for what was before him: the sorceress half naked, her clothes having been replaced almost completely by bandages. The few bits of her skin left bare showed old scars and new bruises covering them. She lifted her eyes to meet his, only to turn away at the vision of his visible worry.

“It's bad, isn't it?” she sighed heavily. “He said I shouldn't use my powers for a few days. Said it could ‘compromise the healing process’.” She mocked the archdruid’s voice. When Astarion didn’t say anything in return, her eyes darted back to him to notice his expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. “You shouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“And you shouldn’t have blown yourself up, dear.”

“It’s not like I did it intentionally.”

“Not unless your intention was to end your life,” he snapped.

“Gods, what’s wrong with you?”

“Me?! What's wrong with me is that I happen to care for a brat who's prone to self destructive behaviour!”

“Excuse me?!” She raised herself up on her elbows.

“That stunt you pulled back there? You almost died!”

“We all could've died! I made the right choice to save our skins and nobody is grateful for it.” She groaned in pain, her body reminding her of her recent wounds.

“What choice?! Blowing yourself up? You blindly rushed in and put your life at risk. Gods, do you even realise the danger you put yourself in?”

“It was a calculated risk,” she hissed, her voice lowering. “And… I needed to do it.”

“What, kill yourself?”

“Ugh, I don’t even know why I’m trying to justify myself to you – It worked out, didn’t it? Why are you making such a big deal out of it now?”

“Because I care about you!”

"Oh right, it would be such a shame if something happened to your precious meal."

"You are more than that to me!”

She froze, the anger vanishing from her face, “...What do you mean?”

“When you… when I held you in my arms, back there I – I thought you were gone.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t think I would care, Hells, I didn’t plan to, I–”

She quickly blinked in confusion, “Plan?” and he realised just then what he had let out; he needed to come clean.

“I know how it’s going to sound but, please, just hear me out. I… I had a plan. A nice, simple plan - seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you… Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.”

She stayed silent, taking in everything he confessed, her gaze going back and forth as she was considering his words, and Astarion was starting to fear this was a mistake; this was meant to show her he cared just as much as she did. He couldn’t afford to lose her, not now that he laid out his feelings, not after almost losing her. He reached out for her hand, trying to bring her back to him.

“You–... you’re incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

She scoffed, finally finding her voice again. “So all this time…” Her chest rose as her breathing accelerated and she pulled her hand away from him in disbelief. “Everything you said, what we did–… Gods, were you even attracted to me?”

“Of course I was! Look at you, for goodness sake – you’re a vision. And you’re so much more than that.”

“Right. Then all of this,” she points at the two of them, “The flirting, the teasing, the soft words, you caring about me… It was an act, all along?”

“No! I mean– only at first, but then what we had – after that first night – it was real, I swear.”

She looks away as her eyes tear up, removing her hand from his grasp. “Why are you telling me this, Astarion?”

“I… I’m not sure… But you deserved to know.”

“I cannot believe I let myself fall for you. I’m such a fool.”

“Please–” He reached out for her hand again and she backed off abruptly.

“Don't touch me.”

The familiar words made his undead heart clench in pain and he backed off slowly. Despite her visible tears, Astarion knew she was boiling with rage.

“I really do care about you. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me.”

The tears streamed down her face as she blinked, her gaze stuck on the ground before them.

“You better have had your fill yesterday, because that was the last time I let you feed on me.” Her eyes met his, in a fury that he had never seen before, and she spoke with a shaky but dark voice. “I don't want you anywhere near me anymore.”

He nodded, “I understand–”

“I don't think you do,” she cut him off, her raging eyes piercing through him.

He looked at her incredulous, until she confirmed his worst fear.

“I want you gone from this camp by tomorrow morning.”

But every time I see those eyes

I wonder if you know you're keeping me up late at night

I don't know where to go

I pretend, I don't care, I tell myself you're right here

It's nothing but a nightmare, nightmare

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zebuie · 7 months

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FASHION KILLA’

pairings; photographer!ellie x celebirty!reader.

SYNOPSIS; A photo shoot seems like a simple job, until you fall head-over-heels for the photographer.

Warnings— fingering (r receiving), eating out (r receiving), hair pulling (e receiving), think that’s all.

ways to help palestine

“okay, you ready?” Wren, your manager, asked while waiting for you outside the car. She held her hand out to help you get up from your seat. You took her hand and stepped out of the vehicle. In front of you, a tall, beige-colored fancy-looking building stood in your way. As you walked your heels, they made a sharp click noise across the sidewalk, sounding like a million little taps from your Valentino black heels.

As you walked your way up to the building, Wren stayed close by your side. At the front door, a security guard stopped you and checked your identification. Once that was cleared, he opened the door for you, and you walked through the lobby with a sense of purpose. Inside, you found yourself surrounded by a flurry of activity as people hurried around you, getting everything set up for the photoshoot.

For all your days in the modeling business, you have seen many photoshoots come and go. But this time, there was something different when you stepped onto the set. The lights dazzled and danced across your skin, highlighting your features in a way that completely captivated you.

You couldn't help but feel a sudden attraction to the talented photographer as she guided you into more and more poses for the photoshoot. Everything seemed to click into place, and you felt completely mesmerized and enraptured by her. you soon learn the photographer's name is Ellie,

the way she looked at you when you were talking to her manager made her heart skip a beat. A staff member snapped their fingers in front of Ellie's face, and she quickly came back to reality after realizing she had gotten a little distracted.

“Hey, els? you listenin’?” the staff member asked, “we're in the middle of a photoshoot, remember? what? you’ve gotta a crush on her or something? come on, take the damn pictures, already! gosh.” the staff member snapped at Ellie, “sorry-no it’s just..forget it.”

your thoughts kept drifting back to ellie, her green eyes and her touch, her everything. you thought about what it would be like to kiss her pink chapped lips, to feel her long veiny fingers inside of you..

The photoshoot continued, but you could not help but let your mind wander. you didn't know if it was just a crush or something more, but she was getting aroused just at the thought of her together.

a few hours later, the photo shoot finnaly wrapped up, you were dead tired, exhausted but relieved. you couldn’t believe you pulled this off and got through this photoshoot, you were sitting in a room all alone on your phone, Ellie came over from behind you, a subtle smile as she walked over.

Ellie broke the silence first and her raspy voice filled the silent empty room. “hey, I’m Ellie.” she said as she held her hand out for you to shake. she introduced herself with a warm smile, which set you at ease.

"You started to introduce yourself, "I-I'm…," but Ellie cut you off with a chuckle. "Oh, I know who you are," she said, her tone playful.

The room fell still as the two of u shared an awkward moment. You finally found your courage and asked, "Can I kiss you?" Ellie started to blush and stuttered, "Oh—," before you just went ahead and began kissing her, leaving her with no time to reject or object.

Ellie's initial surprise quickly turned into a warm, welcoming embrace as her lips parted under your touch. The kiss grew increasingly passionate as she gently wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You felt a wave of happiness wash over you as their tongues intertwined in a sweet dance, deepening the intensity of the moment.

Eventually breaking for air, Ellie gazed at you lovingly with red cheeks, whispering "I want more." Her soft fingers traced along your cheek before slowly trailing down your neck to rest on your chest.

As Ellie's fingers traced their way down your body, she paused just above the edge of your panties. Her eyes locked with yours as she hesitated for a moment, her breath warm against your skin. With a soft sigh and an encouraging smile, you nodded gently,

giving her the go-ahead. She slid her fingertips underneath the material of your underwear, tracing slow circles along the sensitive flesh beneath. “Fuck-Ellie…” Your hips unconsciously bucked towards her touch as waves of pleasure flowed through you.

Sensing your growing desire, she delved further into your core – sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through every inch of your being. Her strokes grew slower and more deliberate as she pushed you closer to blissful release - her other hand softly caressing your face in synchronization with her tender ministrations.

The rhythm of Ellie's fingertips intensified as she skillfully worked you towards climax. Her mouth moved down your body, her warm breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as she paused for a moment between each kiss, “Ellie pl-please..” teasing and tantalizing you further.

You could feel the heat building within you as her touch grew more urgent and insistent - waves of pleasure crashing over you in a euphoric tide. “S’okay baby..relax-I got u…” ellie whispered. Your muscles tensed tightly beneath her touch just before climax claimed you with unbridled force, wracking your entire body with intense bliss while Ellie continued to stroke and kiss every sensitive spot,

Without any hesitation, Ellie moved lower between your legs, her lips brushing against the damp folds of your pussy. u lightly grabbed her hair, you were a complete whimpering mess. Her soft breath washed over your sensitive flesh as she parted you with gentle fingers before delving deeper – her tongue teasing at your clit, She probed inside you with two fingers while her tongue continued its magic on your hard little nub, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through every nerve ending in your body. You grasped onto the couch tightly as a climax built rapidly towards its peak – Ellie suckling gently on your most tender spot,

The intensity of Ellie's actions sent shivers down your spine as she drove you wild with a perfect balance of teasing and pleasure. You could feel the heat radiating from her mouth enveloping your swollen clit as she moved lower, trailing wet kisses down to your dripping entrance.

She pushed two fingers deep inside you, filling you completely while curling them just so - stroking that sweet spot within that made it impossible to hold back any longer. With each thrust of her fingers and lashing of her tongue, wave upon wave of ecstasy engulfed you until finally – in a blinding flash of passion – climax consumed you in its warm embrace. Your muscles tensed around Ellie’s hand as pleasure overtook your entire being, leaving nothing but satiated bliss in its wake.

#ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie smut #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou part 2 #ellie the last of us #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x you #lesbian #wlw

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creedslove · 8 months

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AW! Just imagine you are SO TIRED just awfully tired. And you awnter to have some fun before sleep, because you were waiting for this all day and despite falling asleep, you wanted Joel to make love to you.

Joel is inside you, moving slowly and whispering sweet nothings n your ear, and you are just fighting sleep so hard. You are jerking awake, and Joel just smiles at you, asking if you should just end this play now, because he can see how sleepy you are.

And you are just like "no, no I want to continue, it feels so good, and I feel so safe and warm and cosy." Eventually you fall asleep, and Joel feel little flattered, because you feel safe with him, and also little angry because he told you, you are working way too hard"

I just want this warm embrace of feeling good and feeling safe with a man I love. Like Joel love Reader <3

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I love this my sweet bestie! That's amazing! Love you 😘

• you'd been waiting for Joel the whole day, that longing feeling inside of your heart combined with the fire you felt in your core, making how obvious you needed your husband inside and his arms around you

• so you waited and waited and waited the entire day for him, the anticipation of it making you so wet for Joel, just the thought of him was enough to make you even more excited to welcome him home with your body

• but of course, not everything goes according planned and Joel had to work until late that day, which caused you to make yourself busy through it, so you decided to clean up a bit, cook, read a book and do whatever you could until you could have Joel back

• and once your man was finally home, you were so happy you couldn't contain yourself, so ready to be with him, if it weren't for the fact you were so tired and sleepy; you couldn't believe your luck, as you'd been so excited to have Joel fucking you and now you were fighting sleep

• Joel thought you were so sweet, the way you rubbed your eyes and tried hiding your yawning, at the same time you tangled yourself around him, kissing his neck and wanting more of your man around you

• Joel could tell you were so tired, but after all your teasing, he wanted you as much as you wanted him. The way you kissed his neck, groped his body, pulled him closer and kissed him as if there was no tomorrow

• when he was finally inside of you, the way his body moved slowly against yours, in synch as he kissed your lips and down your neck, he realized you'd closed your eyes and stopped

"shit baby girl, I guess we'd better stop, you're tired, we can continue this tomorrow"

• his voice was a grumbling purr as he whispered against your ear, his cock twitching inside of you, while his hand took a strand of hair away from your face, making you groan softly and open your eyes

"please Joel no, don't stop, it feels good, I'm relaxed and I trust you, I feel safe with you, just don't stop"

• you whimpered before your lips met his hungrily and soon enough he was taking you again; he gently held your legs on the side of his waist and thrust again

• his pace was calm and he loved how you squeezed him tight with your internal walls, you kept your eyes closed, feeling a kind of relaxation like you'd never done it before, it was so good, how he shook your body with the weight of his own, and how his grunts sounded in your ear

• his thumb caressed your clit and even if you were almost taken by your sleep fog, you still reached your bliss, and it was enough for Joel to reach his as well; he rolled to the side and panted, chuckling to himself as he saw you were finally asleep

• he admired your sleeping figure for quite a while and finally drifted off himself, being exhausted and drunk in love with you

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

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latenuitrambles · 1 year

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𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 ( lyney x reader angst )

Note: so since the request only said angst I decided to go with angst no for comfort ( not sorry tehe) some minor spoilers for the first Fountaine archon quest if you haven't completed it yet ! As always criticism appreciated!

Requested by @heartsbyvalentina

thanks a lot <3 I'm sorry if this isn't what you exactly had in mind or if you wanted more angst with a happy ending T-T

TW: neglect, drifting apart, hurt no comfort, lyney is fatui because I love how much there is to explore with that. Not proofread :( so might be grammatical errors.

Your POV

The past few weeks had been tough. These days it seemed like lyney just didn’t have time for you at all. You had always known about his …..work. The one he didn’t talk about in public. He had told you when he confessed to you because he didn’t want your relationship to be founded on a lie. And you had understood. You were ok with the fact that he might sometimes not have time for you because you knew he did it all with good intentions. But these days it had become worse. Between his missions that had seemed to increase in quantity and his preparations for his show at the Opera, you couldn’t even catch a glimpse of his face properly. Lyney was up before you and returned long after you had fallen asleep. No more dates, no more him having silly magic shows just for you, even the way he talked to you seemed distant these days. You had tried to talk to him but he was always in a rush and put it off. Today, you decided you were finally going to confront him.

It was way past 3 in the night when you heard the bedroom door creek open. Lyney entered and he was shocked to find you awake. “Why didn’t you fall asleep dear, you know how important sleep else you'll get dark circles on your beautiful face, mon amour.” Even now he was trying to sweet talk you. The grim look on your face didn't budge, “We have to talk about something, lyney. It seems as if these days we never even talk properly. I miss you. I understand you have certain duties but I can't go like this. It feels we are more like roommates than lover these days.” His face darkened. And yet he didn’t say anything. “You can talk to me about it, at least tell me what's wrong so that I can at least understand. Please lyney, I love you, I want this to work, I WANT US TO WORK. But not if you keep shutting me out and pushing me away.” A look of guilt flashed on his face before he masked his features again. “I can't tell you what is happening. You know I can't betray the House. Not after all it has done for me. And I had been thinking about this for a while, but maybe we should take a break.” You looked at him in shock. He couldn’t be implying what you thought he was. “So, this is it huh you choose the House over us?” He slowly nodded his head as he avoided your gaze. “I'm sorry mon amour but I have duties I cannot ignore, and you are a distraction. I hate that it had to be this way, but the House comes first.” You couldn’t believe him, you felt sick like you were gonna collapse. The tears in your eyes stung, threatening to fall. And so, you did exactly what he asked you to do, you walked away.

Lyney’s POV

He watched you as you walked away, keeping his own emotions at bay. He loved you, he truly did, but he could not risk you getting hurt. Not with the upcoming ‘plan’. Everything was going to finally begin, all the big plans they had set in motion. It was finally time. So, he had to let you go, both for your own safety and to make sure he was ready to sacrifice whatever it took for the plan to succeed. He had recently discovered that he was chosen to be ‘Fathers’ successor. That would put you in so much more risk. He could not do it to you, let you carry this burden. You deserved someone who could give you a safe life, not someone like him. For a second, he let himself wonder what it would be like was he not from the House, if he was just a normal Fountaine citizen. But alas, wondering gets you nowhere, because he did have duties, duties to the House, to ‘Father’, and duty to save the people of Fountaine. “For the greater good”, he repeated I his mind, over and over again, as he watched you walk away from his life.

End note: it seems I got carried away. Initially, I was gonna do a simple argument, but this idea struck me and I just had to write this. I love the lyney and the house and now he's probably the next harbinger ( he mentions the successor thing in his character story!) if it wasn't clear this is roughly around the time right before the archon quest starts hence the mention of his upcoming show at the opera!!! the plan is referring to the big fatui plan with the tampering of the Oratrice and Childe getting arrested. it is probably a very intricate plan and hence I wrote it like this. hope you liked it<3

#lyney x reader #genshin x reader #genshin angst #lyney angst #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #fatui x reader #house of hearth #lyney x you #ania.writes

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egg-emperor · 1 month

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Do you think eggy would take long naps after gorging himself on the finest food, almost like how a real bear goes into hibernation after eating lots of food?

Yes absolutely, with the way he eats, you'd think he was genuinely preparing for winter hibernation, he makes sure his gut his well supplied for all the hard work his mind and body does, it needs the energy and care! It's an example of his love for himself, believing he should always be very well fed. And in the cookbook he says he eats to maintain his signature feared figure so he makes sure to keep living up to his name! It feels right when it's full of all the finest food and rounded out nicely to emphasize his glorious shape 💜

He really knows how to dine like the emperor he knows he's meant to be, the cookbook had just a few examples of all the delicious food. He's happiest when he eats grand feasts where everything is lay out before him like his personal buffet table all for one man, or multiple courses of a big meal and he'll gorge happily to his heart's content. Such big warm meals of rich delicious filling food are very comforting and results in one of the times he's the most relaxed and content that his constantly energetic or angry self can be XD

This official LINE sticker is the exact visual of how he looks when he's done, kicking back rubbing his full content gut, picking at his teeth with a toothpick, grinning proudly for finishing all of the stack of plates 💘

If he doesn't unpin the front flaps of his jacket from his bodysuit, the buttons will pop off like this! And if he does and the buttons remain intact, he won't be able to pin them back down for a while after hehe

Naturally, having lots of warm rich food sitting heavy in his gut makes him very sleepy and while he's very hard working and very busy and will sometimes postpone sleep to prioritize it, he can still enjoy his naps, so he doesn't fight it when he feels he's got the time. It's most common to take place after his lunch because a mid-day early afternoon nap is the perfect little break that separates all the hard work he does in the morning from the evening, so he can recharge his energy ready for the late night work ahead.

He always enjoys taking his full tummy somewhere nice and comfortable for a nap. He'll waddle to bed carefully or if sleepiness hits strong and the heaviness discourages him from getting up, he'll slip into a food coma there and then. His gut working hard to process and digest can wear him out! And a full belly makes him feel so cozy, he can't resist. If someone is there to give him belly rubs to support and comfort it'll send him off even faster, it's so pleasant and soothing that it lulls him to sleep in no time 🥰

Orbot and Cubot try to advise against the naps he takes immediately after his biggest feasts because none of those calories are getting burned and they want him to somewhat watch his weight but he'll just groan and roll his eyes like "Oh blah blah shut up, this is my me time, I deserve this! And such a powerful genius brain like mine burns calories enough at all times, no matter if I'm awake or asleep!" And they know there's no arguing with their boss so they quickly let him win but can at least say they warned him.

He doesn't care though, nothing ruins the delight of his experience! He loves the cozy bliss of laying back with a full tummy and peacefully drifting off. He'll fall into the deepest slumber like he really is going into hibernation after supplying his gut with all the good food he needed. He can be seen with his hands clasped over his full gut, head tilted back with his jaw hanging open and drooling, and the loudest snores over the gurgles of his digestion. It's a rare adorable vulnerable sight from him 💕

His naps are very important and all his creations must let them happen in peace, otherwise he'll wake up one very angry grizzly bear! It's actually very difficult to make him stir when he's in a sleep so deep unless it's the blaring alarms of his bases when there's an emergency but you can count on the likes of Orbot and Cubot to fuck up so bad that they still manage to disturb him sometimes lol. But if he successfully makes it the whole nap without interruptions, he'll awaken in a very pleasant mood!

So yes, a grizzly bear of a man like him is sure to eat and hibernate just like one too! 🥚🐻🧸

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #asks #headcanons #food #my post #sonic the hedgehog #belly #tummy

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euphoniumpets · 1 year

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I'll always look for you | Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: You have always loved Nikolai and you knew that you would sacrifice for him even if he hurt you.

Requested? Yes: hello!! I don't know if you're still taking requests but you could do a nikolai lantsov x reader angst where I finish the battle against the grishas and they hurt the reader so she's dying and they say goodbye.

A/N: i am ready to get hurt for this angst.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, violence, blood.

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Nikolai refused to believe that he was going to lose you.

Although he knew that you wasn't going to last longer. He could see that you were drifting apart in his hands and he wasn't having it to lose another person that he loved.

He knew it was his fault. He was not happy about letting you go into the war with him, hell, let alone to fight with him. But he knew that you would give up everything to save him, just as like he would do to you.

But he couldn't help feeling the pain when he tried to protect you from the other Grisha and you wouldn't last any longer. ''Tamar,'' He spoke, looking to the woman next to her with pleading eyes.

Tamar met his gaze. However, she wanted to avoid them, knowing that he would beg her to save her, but she knew that Y/N wasn't going to last longer.

No matter how much they tried to deny it.

Nikolai saw her expression before turning down on the woman he fell in love with the moment he saw her. ''Stay with me, please,'' You heard him plead with tears in his eyes. ''I can't lose you too,'' Nikolai spoke and let out a sob.

He tried to stop the blod but he knew it was no use. He tried to do something to save your life. The panic was settling in his veins as they hide behind, trying to shelter themselves while the second army of the General fought against them.

''I'm sorry,'' You whispered. ''I know it was my fault for being too stubborn to let me go with you,'' You told him through the pain.

''Spare your words,'' Nikolai said and held your hands tightly, making you chuckle before grunting in pain. ''I will not be entirly gone, you know,'' You mumbled.

''I will always be there, even when you don't know it,'' You whispered before cupping his cheek. ''Be a good king, Nik,'' You replied.

Nikolai felt your hands growing weaker and didn't had the strenght left before your hand left his cheek, falling down slowly. He knew in that moment that he lost you and the pain in his heart would never go away.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfics #nikolai imagines #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai x y/n

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hannieluvsyou · 11 months

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Drift Away. (Part One)

Xu Minghao x Reader (ft. Moon Junhui)

description: wherein your love for him slowly fades into blurry lines, and he realizes too late.

genre: angst

warnings: unrequited feelings (for now), swearing, Minghao is painfully oblivious

note: : I apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors. (This is also my first time writing angst hihihi). I'm also planning to make multiple parts bc I'm too lazy to write this all in one go.

Xu Minghao. My best friend. My star.

In this world, he is the only thing I have. I cherish him, more than anything but.. It's all one sided.

I give him everything. My time, my attention, my support, everything. But nothing is ever enough for him to see these lines I created that connects us. The lines that hold clarity, sincerety, and love that is meant for him and him only. The love that he failed to comprehend.

I was aware that he never asked for this, but I can't help it. His smile that lights up the whole atmosphere, his laugh that levels with the hymns of the angels in heaven, his heart that's full of warmth. He deserves more than this world has to offer.

But, his heart was out of reach, already beating and seeking for another.

But it's okay. It's not his fault. It's me who keeps on hoping that maybe, maybe things will take a turn. Maybe he might see me, too. It's my fault for letting myself fall in love with him so easily.

It was inevitable though, he's so fucking easy to love! Everything he does holds no flaw, every action carries grace, every word comes out like silk, what's not to love?

Even if I know that my love will continue to rot between us, I find myself still falling for him despite everything.

But.. I don't think I can fall for him any deeper. I had already reached the bottom of this sorrowful pit that I filled with false hope.

The false hope that I clung onto for the past years with him.

Today was the day that I decided to climb out of that pitiful pit.

It was a normal day. Nothing special going on, no events of any kind. Atleast that's what I thought.

I was getting ready to go to the grocery store since I ran out of stuff to eat but suddenly Minghao texted me, saying he needed help with something. Of course I couldn't refuse, it was him after all.

But oh how I wish I could rewind time and decline.

He arrived at my apartment looking clammy and nervous but I could sense some excitement hiding in there. As he flopped down beside me he finally looked at me and said the things that I wish I didn't hear. The words that I wished were aimed at me.

"Please help me confess to Lijuan."

I can feel my heart drop down.

Lijuan. My ex-best friend. How fucking ironic.

She's not only my ex-best friend, but also a backstabbing manipulator who took everything away from me when we were kids. Everyone I talked to back then, suddenly end up vanishing since little miss perfect was bad mouthing me.

I don't know how to feel, I want to disagree but I can't. I want to be selfish, but I had no right.

"Of course." I wanted to fucking cry but his wide grin and sparkly eyes made my lips quirk up a bit.

"Thank you! I knew I could count on you." He sighed in relief and proceeded to bid his goodbyes since he has to prepare for this big moment.

After he left, I was left on the couch alone. I didn't know what to do. I was heartbroken and devastated, yet what right do I have?

I decided to not go to the grocery store anymore since I lost every ounce of my appetite. Minghao said he'll text me the details about his confession, saying he'll take her out to this fancy dinner and break the ice to her.

I wanted to tell him about Lijuan, but I doubt that he'll even believe the shit that she has done to me.

I lay down on my couch and just stared at the ceiling above me, I wanted to cry but no tears came whatsoever.

'Maybe we were never meant to be after all..'

I was about to drift off to sleep but a sudden 'ding!' made me sit up and grab my phone.

Haohao: hey, would you mind picking up the flowers i ordered? They're already paid so u just have to pick them up.

Haohao: [location]

I stare at the message for a bit before typing my response.

You: sure, i don't mind.

Haohao: thanks again, i owe you one.

The things I would do, just because it was you. Damn, this hurts more than I thought.

I begrudgingly stood up and made my way to the location he sent me. It was a cute little flower shop situated beside a park.

As I entered the shop I was immediately greeted by the welcoming scent of flowers.

"Hello, welcome! How can I assist you?" A tall good-looking boy came up to me holding a bunch of roses.

"I'm here to pick up an order for Xu Minghao." I say with a somewhat bitter tone. He seemed to notice, and proceeded to ask, "Sorry for asking but is he your boyfriend? Did you have guys fight? You seem.. sad." He said now putting the roses down.

'Are you supposed to be a therapist or something?' I wanted to say.

"No, he's not my boyfriend and no we didn't fight. Can I just get his order, please?" He sensed that I did not want to dwell on the topic any further and only nodded. He went to the back to pick up the bouquet, I'm assuming.

As I wait for him to return, I'm stuck with my own thoughts. Am I really just giving up on him? It's not like I have a choice, though.

From now on, I think it's best to keep my distance from him and move on.

I can feel my heart drift away, I can hear the string snap between us. The string that failed to hold us together.

Thank you for making me happy, Xu Minghao. It's time to let you go.

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coffeecat1983 · 3 months

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Mario Bros ft Arthur & Marie: "Always have." (selectively mute Mario and Arthur mini fic)

Arthur swallowed hard as his eyes darted around the parking lot. He hadn't been to a club before but this one seemed somewhat relaxed. Colorful neon signs glowed around the entrance and he could just hear the music inside. Heavy beats that thrummed, offering a familiar comfort. He rubbed at the new hearing aid that was tucked around his left ear, the wire bothering him a bit with the alien sensation. He quickly forgot it when the figure next to him took his hand and gave a squeeze to get his attention. "Ready in?" Marie asked, fumbling slightly with her sign language. He felt a tugging in his chest at her attempt and nodded. Inside was lit with alternating rainbow lights that shone over a wooden dance floor. He could hear and feel the music. Feeling brave, he bowed to her, making her giggle. Taking Marie's hand in his, the two twirled out onto the dance floor. Giving him a smile, Marie pulled and guided them closer to the speakers. The melody thrummed out, the beat vibrating through the floor. Arthur couldn't help it, he closed his eyes as he took in the feel of it, the sound warm and rich in his chest. The lyrics were a high pitch and drifted in and out of his range of hearing as they danced. Past lives couldn't ever hold me down --- --- This isn't our first time around

Taking another step he came too close to the speaker and a high screech squealed in his ear. Jerking away he clawed at the hearing aid and ripped it out. He looked around and the room spun as he realized people were staring at him. "Ar-ur?" Marie's voice was muffled as the ringing continued. She patted his cheek to get his attention and he saw her frantically trying to sign 'out'. Reaching for her he let the hearing aid fall to the floor where it was crushed underfoot as they hurried for the doors. Once in the parking lot and away from everything, he groaned, rubbing his ear. A soft touch to his face and Marie was watching him with concern. "Are you okay?" she didn't try to sign, instead making sure he could see her lips. Sound was slowly returning to him as the ringing faded. He began motioning something over and over and Marie recognized it. Sorry. Sorry. Taking his hand, she shook her head. "It's okay, as long as you're not hurt." Letting go of his hand, she looked across the street. A touch to his arm and she signed. 'P.A.R.K. Walk.' He looked where she pointed. The soft yellow lights and the pathways surrounded by trees felt appealing. Giving a nod, he walked hand in hand with her across the street. As they strolled Marie noticed he kept tilting his head as if trying to hear around him. Reaching the little treat shop where more people were, Marie motioned to it. "Ice cream? My treat." she said. "I'm buying," he insisted before pausing, lightly running his fingers over his ear. "Can you order?" his tone held a hint of shame. She agreed and getting their treats the two took a little table away from other people. Eating in silence for a few minutes, Marie pushed her sundae aside and tapped the table. "Arthur, I'm sorry... music...bad so-" she stopped, frustrated and hiding her hands in shame before looking him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I can't even apologize right. I keep practicing, I was up late last night trying to get it right and-" His heart sank. "You stayed up?" "I wanted to try to talk to you the way you do." 'She doesn't know what she's getting into. Sign language is hard work.' "Marie." the look in his eyes scared her, he looked so exhausted. "Don't push yourself. Giovanni's right. I'm broken. I'm not worth the work." his tone said it all. He believed every word. "You deserve a better guy than me."

The emotion hit Tony before the front door even opened. He jumped up from the couch as his twin hurried in and slamming the door, took off for his room. "Art?!" Tony chased after him and watched in confusion and worry as Arthur curled up on the bed, back to him. "Lil bro, what happened?" Sitting beside him Tony placed a hand on his arm. He could feel him trembling and with a whine, Arthur began muttering something over and over as he covered his ears. "Broken, broken, broken." "Oh, Art." Tony whispered. Moving, he sat against the headboard and pulled, turning Arthur over and up against him. His twin moved limply, like a wet rag doll, eyes unfocused and unblinking as he shut down. With him now turned to show his left side, Tony saw his hearing aid was gone. Knowing he'd not get an answer out of Arthur, he let it go and instead turned his attention to comforting him. Taking Arthur's hand, Tony pressed it so the palm was just below his throat, fingers resting over his Adam's apple. Taking a breath he began to softly hum. Feeling Arthur's hand twitch slightly he increased his tone and switched to singing in Italian. As the melody continued, Arthur blinked and rested his head against Tony's shoulder. The song came to an end and they stayed still for a while in the quiet. "All good?" Tony gently asked. "...Yeah." Knowing not to ask what happened, Tony didn't leave. Instead he continued to hold his little brother and rubbed his back. "S'okay, it'll be okay."

A few days later the twins were getting ready to watch a movie after dinner. As Arthur picked one out the strings of white lights hung up around the living room began to blink as someone pressed the button at the front door. "I got it!" Tony called as he got up from the couch. Arthur heard his footsteps and the muffled sound of speech. He looked up when he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Someone wants to see you." Turning to where his brother pointed, Arthur nearly fell backwards. Marie gave him a shy smile. "Hi Arthur." "M-Marie!" he leapt to his feet. "Wh-What... I mean 'hi'" he began to sign. His nervousness made her giggle softly. Tony quietly slipped away to the kitchen to give them some space. "I felt so bad about the other day." Marie said. She then began to hesitantly sign. "I wanted... bring you music." She held out a CD that was in a plain case with black marker on the label. "I went back to the club and got the song they played that night." she said. "You deserve to hear the whole thing." Handing him the CD she took a step back. "You um, you can keep that one. I'll just get going..." She turned and Arthur reached out. "Marie." When she turned around he motioned to the stereo. "Wanna listen with me?" he offered. She blushed lightly. "I'd love to. Do you use headphones, or?" He broke into a grin. "Let me show you." Wondering what was up, Tony peered out of the kitchen and he couldn't help but smile. Arthur was sitting on the floor with Marie beside him as he put the CD into the large stereo. Putting the CD in, he clicked a few buttons before picking up one of the smaller speakers. "Lay on the floor, like you're making a snow angel." he said. He held up the speaker before setting it down. "And this goes on your chest." He lay beside her and put the other speaker on his chest. Reaching over his head he pressed 'play'. The melody began with a warm hum that reverberated through the floor and the little speakers, rippling, Marie felt, into her very soul. Seeing that Arthur had closed his eyes she did the same and the beat began, making her gasp. Last night, never gonna come between us... As the song ended Marie sat up and held the little speaker with a look of awe. "I've never heard music like that before." she said, hesitantly signing what she could as Arthur sat up.

Setting his speaker aside, he kept a hand on it for a few seconds before looking at Marie. "Thank you for the music." She brushed her braid off her neck, her cheeks a light pink as she pulled something from her jean pocket. "I got you this, too." He accepted the folded paper and opening it, found it was the lyrics to the song in her handwriting. "You wrote these for me?" "I thought they were pretty." she confessed. "And they, they made me think of 'us'." Taking the cue, Tony strolled towards the front door. "Gonna go see how the boys are, see you in a while." he said, loud enough for Arthur to hear. He was out the door and it was closed before Arthur could say anything. He looked at the lyrics again before setting the paper aside. "I don't understand. 'Us'?" She moved closer and placed a hand on his cheek. "Yeah, us." her blush deepened as she signed. "I love you." He reached up to touch at his left ear. "But I'm-!" he jerked, hand slamming against the stereo. The song began again as Marie held him in a kiss. Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found. Breaking the kiss, she kept ahold of him. "I've always loved you."

Returning a little later, Tony paused as he reached for the door. Hearing the sounds on the other side he smirked and whistling softly, turned away. A little walk would do him some good, he mused.

END by "CC"

(Song featured in the fic is here)

#fanfic #super mario bros #mario movie #uncle tony #uncle arthur #aunt marie #alternate universe #selectively mute mario #hearing aids #sign language #selectively mute Arthur

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Seven Moons : Monday, The Crystal Moon

In a world where each day of the week is governed by a different moon, two passionate souls try to embrace a love beyond the boundaries of time. Will they have to give up their love to preserve the cosmic balance?

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Shy!Reader. Taehyung is Reader’s and JK’s mutual friend. A bit of unrequited love on Taehyung’s behalf. Impossible love. Strangers to lovers. Romance. It's kind of a Fantasy AU as each moon has an influence on the characters' destinies. Also reader's sister passed away. Mention of suicide, depression, grief.

Length: 2.4k words

A/N: I haven’t written in ages so please be kind as english isn’t my first language. I'm 28 and should probably do something else with my life but I have an injury and it's all I can do right now. Also the fantasy aspect of the story will be more pronounced in the upcoming chapters. (7 chapters, obviously)

It's midnight, and the week has begun. You gaze at the moon by your window with a sense of inquiry, wondering what the day has in store for you. Little do you know that your destiny is about to change forever. For now, you’re lying in bed and you just can't fall asleep; you feel too anxious.

Your phone vibrates on the bedside table making you startle. The light emanating from it illuminates the room. You wonder who could be writing to you at this late hour, and you reach out automatically to grab your phone. You can read Taehyung's name on your screen.

“Hello beauty. See you tonight! I hope you're ready to live the best night of your life!”

You smile at his message because you know how happy he is to take you to his friend Jungkook's concert. Taehyung is one of those people who really love to please others. He's aware of the hardships you have faced recently. He also knows you've been listening to Jungkook's songs on YouTube non-stop. It's only natural for him to suggest going to this concert with you.

You reply, "I can't wait, I hope I won't embarrass myself. Counting on you to get us backstage, haha."

Maybe you're a bit nervous about going. You love listening to Jungkook so much, ever since Taehyung shared one of his videos on Instagram a few months ago. You've watched all of his videos on repeat. You know every single one of his songs by heart. It's almost embarrassing how obsessive you've become, but it genuinely brings you joy. It's been a source of happiness in your life, and in the end, you're not hurting anyone by enjoying his music. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

If you hadn't been able to find comfort in music, you honestly don't know where you would be today. You feel like you've been living a waking nightmare lately. Your heart tightens as you think of your sister, who passed away six months ago, leaving you alone with eternal unanswered questions. She left on her own terms, but you never gave your consent. How are you supposed to go on without her?

Soon enough, Tae's response pulls you out of your negative thoughts.

"I'll do my best, I promise :)"

You sigh, feeling relieved. At least you know he'll be there with you, and with that thought alone, you manage to slow down the pounding of your heart, drifting off to sleep almost peacefully.

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The stage is outdoors, and the night is slowly falling. You can already admire the moon, a thin crescent that you can barely make out. Taehyung places his hand on your shoulder and asks, "Are you okay?" He wants you to release the pressure. After everything you've been through lately, you deserve it. You smile at him and nod, as if to let him know that you're ready to let go tonight. It's just that everything feels almost unreal, and you find it hard to believe that you're not dreaming.

Taehyung makes a phone call, and you can hear him talk to someone, "We just arrived, do you think you can get us to the front row? Okay thank you JK!"

Everything happens very quickly after that phone call; a man in a suit comes to get you both and lead you through the crowd. There must be around 500 people. Jungkook already has a dedicated fan base; he's been successful for about a year, and the phenomenon only seems to be growing. Taehyung holds your hand to ensure you follow him closely without getting lost. Your hand is sweaty with excitement. You can barely believe your luck to be able to see your idol sing from such a close distance in just a few moments.

You finally manage to reach the front row when the spotlights illuminate the stage, and Jungkook appears before your eyes. A magnetic aura emanates from him, capturing your attention. He has this natural charisma that captivates you. He's dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim jacket. As he steps onto the stage, greeted by the cheers and applause of the crowd, you can't help but find him handsome. The electric excitement fills the air as the music unleashes its power. Your heart tightens, and you wish you could have shared this moment with your sister.

Soon enough, you feel a shiver run through your body as Jungkook's enchanting voice penetrates your soul. It's been ages since you've felt such relief. The weight of the world has lifted from your shoulders, and your mind finally feels at ease again. You've decided that you're going to have fun and you start singing in harmony with Jungkook and the crowd. You wave at Taehyung, as if to thank him for accompanying you. He seems to be enjoying himself too, judging by his little jumps. You giggle as you watch him, and you recognize how lucky you are to have a friend like him.

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Your adrenaline starts to subside as the spotlights just turned off. The concert just ended after two encores, and the night has completely fallen. Jungkook just gave a 2-hour performance. Is it even humanly possible to exhibit such energy? You have so much admiration for his talent that you feel your heart could explode with emotions.

Taehyung asks if you want to go back home. You shake your head with a pout on your face "Maybe let's try to meet him if he's okay with it?" you suggest. A broad smile appears on his face. He was teasing you, knowing that you wouldn’t want to leave right away. He promised to take you backstage, and he intends to keep his word.

As the crowd starts to disperse slowly, you see Tae taps on his phone. After a moment, he says,"Jungkook suggests that we meet outside for a drink. It's too crazy here, what do you think?"

"Are you sure?" You hesitate. "I don't want to bother him; he's your friend."

Tae reassures you, "If he's suggesting it, it's probably because he's still pumped up from the concert and wants to wind down slowly, grabbing a drink is perfect."

"Okay, let's do it then!" You look so happy; it's been months since Tae has seen that expression on your face. He wishes he could freeze time to keep you like this forever. Your happiness is contagious. He could bring you the moon, literally, just to see your smile.

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You've just arrived at the bar. You prefer to sit on the terrace as it's quieter there. Inside, the music is pumping, and you're hoping to have a chance to chat with your idol. You find a table and order two beers. Jungkook will join later as he always helps with the cleanup after a concert. He's more than just a decent human being; he's the definition of an angel you think.

You're almost done with your beer when the purring of a motorcycle catches your attention. You can't help but turn your head. The sight is too cool: a handsome young man, perched on a Yamaha motorcycle, dressed in black leather. He takes off his helmet, and a mane of black hair cascades out. You try to stay calm as you recognize your favorite singer.

The man gets off the motorcycle and after a few moments, he approaches your table.

Taehyung welcomes him with a big hug, and the two men exchange warm words.

"Sorry for arriving so late," he says. He turns to you, and for the first time, his eyes meet yours directly. You find it hard to breathe properly. "Nice to meet you, you must be Y/N, I'm Jungkook,"

He is so handsome. In real life. Up close. You smile and try to say in return, “Thank you for coming.. after such a concert…You were incredible by the way.” Your cheeks flush as you say those last words. You hear Jungkook chuckle, in an absolutely adorable way. His gaze becomes warm, and a broad smile forms on his face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he simply replies.

"We had a blast!” Taehyung adds “You rock on stage, my friend. It was cool to see you like that. How are you doing?"

The two men start a conversation, and you observe from the sidelines. You can't bring yourself to speak; there's just too much emotion inside you. Jungkook orders another round of beers. Eventually, Taehyung excuses himself to go to the restroom, leaving you alone with your idol. Your eyes haven't stopped gazing at him. He can feel it, and it amuses him, to be honest. He doesn't see you as a fan; you're his friend's friend. Or at least, that’s what he’d like to find out.

"You and Tae?” He asks with curiosity. “Are you friends, or something more? He has never introduced me to a female friend before." His pierced eyebrow raises, and somehow he becomes even more attractive that way.

You shake your head a bit too vigorously. "We're just friends." you state.

"Ah, that's a good thing," he chuckles again, nodding and finishing his beer in one gulp.

You're confused. He leans closer to you across the table and whispers, "You haven't been talking much. I can sense that you're nervous. You don't need to be. I'm just as intimidated as you, that's why I'm drinking." You can hear him laugh at himself, and you smile at his honesty. He's so genuine. You begin to feel yourself relaxing.

A long conversation about music ensues between you. He asks you about your favorite song, and you argue with such passion that he feels flattered. He can tell that you genuinely care about his music. He finds it adorable that after just two beers, you're almost tipsy. Your cheeks are rosy, and your eyes struggle to meet his intense gaze. He playfully teases you because he can.

Taehyung has returned, but neither of you has paid any attention to his presence. He senses the chemistry that developed during those 5 minutes of absence, and he is genuinely happy for you. However, he also feels a tinge of jealousy. He doesn't want to deprive you of this moment. He genuinely wants your happiness. Taking advantage of a brief moment of silence, he suggests that the three of you go dancing together. Jungkook accepts with enthusiasm. You decide to go along with it.

The music resonates inside. You can feel the rhythm of the bass in your own pulse. Taehyung is a great dancer, with an elegant style that's a pleasure to watch. You think back to Jungkook's question and wonder if Tae is just a friend. While you feel nothing but tenderness for him, despite all his wonderful qualities, you know what it's like to have butterflies in your stomach when thinking about someone. Tonight, it's evident as you watch Jungkook swaying on the dance floor. His movements are fluid and powerful. You feel like watching him dance is almost wrong.

After a while he catches you looking at him and smiles. He actually does his best to put on a show for you to watch as his body follows the rhythm of the music. It takes all your energy not to faint with such a sight. You feel him getting closer for a brief moment just to tease you with his words

"You look very focused."

"Sorry, I... I'm sorry," you stammer, feeling your ears turn red. The truth is that you're doing your best to hide your interest. But you've never been in front of someone who captivated you so much, and you feel quite overwhelmed. It's not the alcohol. It's him. He's worse than a drug, and you wish you were truly drunk so that it could give you a real excuse for behaving this way.

Taehyung interrupts your train of thoughts. "We need to go back, Y/N. It’s getting late.” He has a stern expression on his face. His voice is firm and steady, speaking calmly but with determination.

You understand that it's time to go, and you're disappointed, but you sense that Taehyung is right. You decide to let Jungkook know, but despite looking everywhere, he’s nowhere.

You decide to step outside. That's where you find him. His skin is glistening, he looks so fucking good and to make matters worse, his face lights up immediately upon seeing you.

"I needed some fresh air," he explains. "It was getting hot inside." He winks at you, and you roll your eyes. His way of teasing you pleases you immensely, you must admit. It gives the illusion that you've known each other for a longer time. You really like it.

You know you have to break the mood, so you speak up..."I have to go home, I'm sorry." You stammer. You're tipsy from the alcohol. You don't know why you're apologizing; after all, you had a great evening, but your head is spinning for various reasons and it's time to call a taxi.

"You're not leaving already, are you? I came just for you tonight. Please, stay" he pleads, grabbing your wrist. His palm is warm and strong. It burns your skin, and you feel feverish. His words feel like a bomb going off in your chest.

Just for you. Is he being sincere? At that moment, you really want to give in. You want to stay with him forever.

During your conversation, the sky has turned red because it’s past midnight. You had almost forgotten it was the Blood Moon tonight. You know you need to go home; nothing will compel you to make the right choices, and you'll only end up embarrassing yourself. Without releasing your wrist, Jungkook also looks up at the red orb. "Don’t leave" he repeats. His voice carries an alarm that makes your heart flutter. The chemistry between you is undeniable. But what if it's just the effect of the Blood Moon? What if everything disappears by daybreak?

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine #idol!jungkook #Seven days a week #Seven Jungkook #my words

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criticallyobs · 7 months

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Songs from our Last Twilight Playlists...

We all really loved the music from this show right? Talking to Mirela and Kess I thought it might be fun for us to pick a non-soundtrack song that gave us mega Last Twilight feels and got us through the Show.

I fall deep into music when I become obsessed with something and everything just reminds me of that one thing.

I'm going to cheat like normal I have so many songs on my current playlist that remind me of Last Twilight and Mork specifically.

My Recommendations:

This song just gave me so many Mork feels, the themes of unwavering love and selflessness in the face of darkness just embody his feelings for Day. Half Life with the lyrics "I'll give you my half life so you'll see tomorrow" and "You know I said it, I'd never let you fade away" reminds me of the lengths we see Mork go for Day, even if it meant sacrificing his own feelings to ensure that the person he loved was okay. - Z

"But when all is said and done, you're only thing I see, my love So tell me what you're lookin' for You're written in the stories, a livin' masterpiece So when all is said and done, why you standin' next to me, my love? So tell me what you're lookin' for"

I feel like I shades of both Day and Mork in these lyrics, they are both so broken, and don't believe anyone would choose them. - Z

"I knew this day would come I know I should be ready for it but I'm not Instead I just feel stupid Part of me is losing Something that I never had It wasn't mine

I'm done, I'm done I won't reach out Swear I'll keep out I'll move on, move on And let you be happy Without me At least I won't be wondering How it goes

I knew it had to end Count down started from the moment that we met But I chose to ignore it I thought I was better for it I didn't know I'd feel right now What I felt then"

Episode 11 vibes so strong with this song. Breaking my Mork heart with the idea that maybe he was waiting for it all to end because he felt so undeserving of Day's love and the opportunity to walk by his side. - Z

This song flips between Day and Mork for me but the lyrics:

"Won't you put a knife right thru my heart Leave without a word into the dark Cause I don't deserve to know your love And the thought of losing us tears me apart"

Crush my heart just like the end of Episode 11 - This bit is so Mork, he just needs Day here and instead he's rejected. - Z

"A moment is worthless no meaning, purpose Every breath is just wasted If you are not the center of my world I'm just drifting, barely existing Cause every minute without you is worthless Without you is worthless

And you know the state of my condition Yet you hold me anyway and I won't a step unless it's your direction Where was I, before I finally realized"

This song just resonates in me how Mork made Day his every reason and purpose and how he shaped his identity and outlook on life through Day's 'eyes' and built it on what he thought Day needed from him and how his sense of fulfillment was built on being by Day's side. - Z

Mirela's Picks:

This song reminds me of Mork's heartbreak and loneliness. It's about him missing his sister, yearning for Day struggling to move on, and wanting to get back to a time where he can be with the people he loves, a place that feels like home. - M

This one is one of my favorite songs ever. I added it to the LT playlist a long time ago, watching them being brave and overcoming their conditions together. Their journey was just as inspiring as this song is to me. It's a song about starting over, never giving up, and carrying on with hope. It's about living your life to the fullest, having perseverance, and not letting the fire inside of you die out. It also reminds me of the poster from episode one "Too fast to live, too young to die". - M

Kess' Choice:

“If I knew I’d only get one more sunset with you … I’d hold you closer, kiss you slow while the world’s on fire” — This song embodies how much Mork loves Day; how he wants to give him all the time he can; cherish every moment with him. - K

I know Kess and I both really loved Jay Garche's 'Last Twilight (William Jakrapatr | Last Twilight (ภาพสุดท้าย) Ost. | English Cover)' it's AMAZING!!!!

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Thank you all so much for joining us on our Last Twilight journey!

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naivesilver · 2 months

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also. 🎲 and 3. And you can pick any type of edit that you feel like for that one :)

SEE BUT THIS IS A LUCKY STROKE CAUSE I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS LASS SPECIFICALLY YESTERDAY thank you 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer

🎲+ 3: Eliana

"Are you ready to tell me what happened in the woods?" Marco ventures, voice low.

He doesn't think speaking up would rouse his son, honestly - August keeps drifting awake, true, but never for long, always sinking back into the rest the doctor said he needs so much within minutes - and yet, it is still a hospital that they're sitting in. It would feel wrong to make such noise, especially since they've both been allowed to stay at the grace of the shift nurse.

Eliana, for her part, seems no more willing to make a scene than he is, hunched over next to her brother's bed, looking spent and subdued. "There's nothing to tell," she replies, equally as quiet, her tousled hair shadowing her eyes. "I fought the De Vil woman. That's all."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said. And it was true- Something took over me when I attacked her. I wasn't- I wasn't myself. But there's so much magic in the forest- Surely it was something bigger than me acting, right? It can't have been me, can it?"

She asks the last question almost pleadingly, as if begging him to reassure her, and Marco's heart aches to do so, to tell his little girl that there's nothing wrong with her, because there isn't, but... He knows so little of the previous day's events, he can't be sure it wouldn't be a lie, and very little would damage this tentative rapport he has with Eliana more than lying, right now.

"You are a strong girl," he says instead, reaching out to take her hand in his own - she agreed to have a rest and wash up somewhat before returning to the hospital, but there's still grime and blood caked under her fingernails, as if she were still a child digging worms out of the mud while her father works. "You were angry. Anger makes us do impossible things. Perhaps that's all it was."

Surprisingly, she lets out a choked-up giggle, shaking her head derisively. "That makes no sense. If I'd had that- That kind of hunger every time I got angry at you, the house'd have gotten torn down. The village, too. It burned, Papa. I thought I was about to set the trees on fire."

"But you didn't. Look at you. You saved your brother. There's nothing to be ashamed of in that."

"But what if next time it doesn't stop there? What if I hurt someone? It was like- Like someone else was taking control of me from the inside. It was horrible. I don't want it in my head. I don't want it to be me."

Her voice has gone up a couple octaves, at long last, and Marco feels something warm drip onto their joined hands. Eliana is crying again and giving no hint of wanting to wipe it off, the tears falling freely, hot against her father's skin. "You spent so much time telling August he would be normal one day- Why can't it happen to me, too? Why do I always have to be the freak, even when I'm helping someone?"

"I don't know, my sun." Forget aching; Marco's heart has been broken clean in two, now, and there's nothing he can do to try to mend it, except gather his daughter in his arm and let her burrow into his shoulder, holding her the way she never conceded to be held during all their cursed years and then some.

"But I do not believe you're a freak. Whatever you saw, whatever you did- You did something good with it. And we will find out what it is, yes? You don't have to be scared. Everything will be alright, I promise."

Eliana doesn't reply, but he hadn't expected her to, to be honest. He has to content himself with her sobbing, his eyes moving from her shaking head to the man asleep in the bed and then back. In a way, it feels like a cruel mockery of those few precious memories he has, of lifting his eyes from the workbench to find his daughter weaving peacefully, lost in her own world, and his son dozing with his head on her lap, the clacking and swishing of the loom having lulled him to sleep.

Those times are gone, and Marco has no one to blame for it except himself. They have bridged a notable gap since August was rescued, so now they can try to rebuild, to fix what they have left and move forward from it, but nothing can ever be the way it was before the curse, not even the slightest detail.

Unless... Ah. Fixing.

Now there's an idea.

#ask meme #lizardthelizard #fanfic #au: appalachian wine #oc: eliana #ouat #I FINALLY MANAGED TO CONTINUE THE MAIN PLOT! GO ME!!!!!!#now I can move onto. more lighthearted things SJAJFASJFAKSNFKANK #thank you again for this ask it scratched THEE itch for that ask meme specifically

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miss you (l.dh)

pairing - lee donghyuck (haechan) x reader

genre - angst with a happy ending, fluff, established relationship AU

warnings - mentions of neglect, a lil sad in some parts, mentions of being sick & sad, mentions of overworking

w/c - 1273

a/n - I'm addicted to writing hyuck angst what can I say? also it should be GN!reader but please please please let me know if I've made any mistakes

You knew it was getting a little out of hand at this point. You had put in as much effort as you could and kept getting the minimum back.

It wasn't that you didn't understand the repercussions of dating an idol, especially one as busy as Hyuck, and you were mostly happy with putting up with it. But cancelled dates, late nights in the studio and constant calls going unanswered from him were slowly starting to take a toll on you.

You missed him. Simple as that, you missed him. His smile and his laugh, being enveloped in his arms and the distinct smell of his cologne on his many hoodies. Everything that was unmistakably Lee Donghyuck you had gone without for too long.

He had told you he was going to be home earlier tonight. And if that wasn't enough to put a little hope back into your heart he had even asked you if he could take you out to dinner after he came home. You were beginning to believe in your relationship again. The doubts and insecurities that had been flooding your brain the past few weeks began to disappear.

You got ready a little earlier than usual, styling your hair differently from how you'd usually do it and putting on your favourite outfit. You were probably too excited for your own good, and happy that you were finally going to spend long overdue time with your boyfriend.

That excitement had slowly started to dissipate, however, as it grew later into the night and still no sign of Donghyuck. You checked your phone, only to have the pit in your heart sink deeper as you saw there were no notifications. He'd usually send a text at the very least if he was too busy to attend plans he'd made with you.

As it hit 11:00pm, you stood up from the sofa with a sigh. It wasn't his fault his company gave him so much to do all the time, and although you felt terribly neglected, you were still reluctant to make him feel guilty about it. You changed out of your nice outfit, slipping into your pyjamas before getting into bed. Wiping the tears you hadn't noticed were falling down your face, you pulled the blanket over you, drifting asleep.

You awoke early the next morning to the feeling of soft lips against your forehead and a hand gently resting on your shoulder.

"Morning, my love." Hyuck whispered. "Sorry for waking you. I'm heading off to work now, you should go back to sleep."

You nodded and mumbled goodbye, heart sinking yet again as you realised he still hadn't remembered your plans from the night before. Not only that, you had woken with a splitting headache and shivers, and you huddled deeper under the blankets to try to get rid of the goosebumps that had formed on your skin.

~ Hyuck had gone to work with the sensation he was forgetting about something. Was it your birthday? Your anniversary? It was something important, and he couldn't shake the feeling even as he began his dance practice for the day.

He had been so busy with all of his overlapping schedules it was beginning to get too tiring for him to handle. He longed for nothing more than to go home to your embrace for the first time in weeks, to feel your lips against his, to take you out on a proper date.

Donghyuck gasped, drawing attention from his fellow members. The date. The date he had organised the day before, previous to their practice running late and him completely forgetting about it.

Why hadn't you said something? Why hadn't you yelled at him, scolded him, given him what he deserved for standing you up without so much as a text message? Guilt and regret built up inside him as he quickly packed his things and ran out of the practice room. His job be damned at this point, he'd had his priorities wrong for too long.

He couldn't believe you had put up with his behaviour for so long. As much as it would be his worst nightmare, he deserved for you to leave him, find someone that would treat you so much better than he had been the past couple of months.

He quickly rushed into your shared apartment. "Y/N? Y/N where are you?" You were nowhere to be found in the living room or kitchen, so he entered your bedroom.

His heart dropped at the sight of you. You were shivering under a mountain of blankets, nose red and hair sticking to your forehead from sweat. He ran to your side, worry and concern filling his face as he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, grimacing as he felt just how high your temperature was. He cupped your cheek with his hand as he gently stroked your cheek, trying to wake you up.

"Y/N, open your eyes please." He asked softly, and your eyes slowly met his worried ones. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick this morning?"

"Why are you home so early?" You asked curiously, and he laughed sadly.

"That's the first question you ask me? Not anything about how I completely missed our date last night? You're too good to me Y/N."

"I'm feeling fine, I can take care of myself. I don't want you missing practice, you're going to get in trouble."

Hyuck frowned. "Y/N, love, first of all there is no way I'm leaving you here alone when you have a fever. I'm a pretty shitty boyfriend but I'm not that shitty."

You raised your eyebrows in alarm. "You're not a shitty boyfr-"

"And second of all, I can't believe I made you feel like my job was more important to me than you and your wellbeing. I don't deserve any of the excuses you make for me Y/N. You're so good to me and I'm hardly there for you. I organise dates and stand you up, I leave before you wake up and come home after you've fallen asleep, I neglect you. I've been terrible to you and I couldn't be more sorry," he quickly wiped at the tear beginning to fall down his face. "I'm so so sorry Y/N. I don't deserve it, but if you'll give me your forgiveness I swear upon everything I hold dear I'll start putting you first like you deserve. I'll take you on so many dates and cuddle you every night and cook you dinner and-"

You place your hand on his, cutting off his rambling. "Stop that, Hyuck. Of course I forgive you. Just please stop working so much. For your sake more than anything, I hate seeing you overwork yourself."

He nodded slowly, wiping the remaining tears off his face. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be back in two seconds, I promise."

He left the room and returned shortly after, his arms full of medicine, water and snacks. He slowly coaxed you into drinking almost a full bottle of water, and eating as much as you could. After you were done, he got in bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

You gently tap his arm. "You're going to get sick too if you get too close to me."

He just laughed softly. "I don't care, we can be sick together. It's been too long since we've cuddled like this."

You smiled, burying yourself deeper into his arms. You knew everything was going to be okay now.

#hyuck #hyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #haechan x reader #lee haechan x reader #sickfic #hurt/comfort #neglect #haechan #nct #nct x reader

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myveryownfanfiction · 4 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 37

tags: @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @plush4bunny

warnings: swearing, pregnancy, spoilers for night court season 2

“sister?” Dan asked, eyes focused on his hand. “You don’t mean…” he looked up at me, eyes going slightly wide. I nodded.

“found out yesterday.” I said with a smile. Dan reached for me and I stepped closer to him. Dans other hand came to rest on my hip and I smiled up at him. “And before you get all excited, I just got confirmation. I go for the rest of the stuff tomorrow. So clearly I didn’t have a lot of time to figure out how to tell you.” I laughed as Dan nodded, eyes never leaving his hands. His thumb rubbed back and forth over my abdomen as the wheels in his head kept turning. “I know it’s hard to wrap your head around after…”

“So long.” Dan finished. I squealed as he pulled me flush with him and kissed me deeply. “A baby.” He breathed out as he pressed his forehead to mine. “Half you. Half me. Our baby.” I reached up to cup his cheeks, wiping away the tears that were falling. My own eyes watered at the reaction.

“yeah. Our baby.” I said. Dan laughed as he hugged me tight. “It’s so hard to believe.” He kissed me again and buried his face in my shoulder. I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to help calm the raging storm of emotions that I was feeling as well. We finally left and cuddled up in bed that night. Dan pushed my shirt up and pressed his hand to my stomach.

"I still can't quite believe it." He whispered, looking over at me. I nodded. "I'm going with you tomorrow. I'll call off work so we can have the whole day."

"Sometimes I think you forget we work at night." I laughed. Dan shrugged.

"Do you want to go in and have to explain to Abbie why we're smiling so much or why I keep touching you? Or more specifically you're stomach?" Dan shot back. I rolled my eyes.

"Alright fine." I said. Dan kissed my cheek and pressed his head against mine. "It is weird I'm nervous to go to the doctor tomorrow?" I asked after a little while. Dan shook his head.

"I am too." He said, eyes meeting mine in the darkness. "There's no reason for it but I am too. Everything will be alright." I nodded and leaned over to kiss him. We settled down and drifted off to sleep. The next day, Dan was already up before I was and ready to go. It was a quiet day in, both of us writing a list of questions down for the doctor.

“you have the lists?” I asked as I grabbed the keys and stood by the door. Dan nodded and held up the file he was putting into his briefcase. “I still find it amusing that you are bringing that thing to the appointment.” I laughed. Dan gave me a look but there wasn’t much behind it.

“and what happens if we lose it?” He shot back. I held up my hands as he made his way over to me. Locking up the apartment, I rolled my eyes as he draped his free arm over my shoulder. We headed down to the elevator and Dan made sure to get the car door for me. I smiled at him as he made sure I was situated before closing the door and getting in on his side.

The drive over was tense and Dan kept a tight hold on my hand. Before we knew it, the appointment was over. All our questions had been answered and I thought Dan was going to cry when they gave us a print out of the ultrasound. He kept looking at it as we rode the elevator back to the apartment.

“how bad do you want to send that to the gang?” I asked. Dan laughed as he looked up from the picture, smiling brightly at me.

“I mean call me old fashioned but I think I’d rather go in to the courthouse and show everyone.” He said. I nodded. “So we’re going?”

“yeah. I nearly told you to stop there before we came home.” I said as I got up again. Once we got to the courthouse, Abbie called recess.

“ok so what is it that had you calling off but still showing up?” She asked, looking between Dan and I as everyone filed in.

“well…” I walked over and put my arm around her shoulder. “How would you feel about basically being a big sister?” I asked. Abbie looked at me confused.

“big sister?” She asked, looking over at Dan. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means that since I’m Harry’s mouthpiece that kind of makes me responsible for you.” Dan said, not being able to wipe the smile from his face. “Kind of makes you like my kid.” He paused waiting for Abbie to get it. Gurgs squeaked as the pieces fell into place for her. I smiled and shook my head as Olivia started at gurgs. “And if I had another kid…” Dan waved his hand at Abbie and it was Olivia who made a noise of surprise. Wyatt looked between the two.

“I don’t know what this is but it’s starting to sound like something I don’t want to be a part of.” He said, eyebrow going up.

“oh relax.” Dan shot back. “Abbie, (Y/N)’s pregnant. I’m going to be a dad.” Abbie teared up as she looked at me. I nodded and she threw her arms around me. I rubbed her back as she cried. Gurgs and Olivia were congratulating Dan as Wyatt came over to me.

“congrats.” He said, patting my shoulder. “If you ever need advice…” I nodded and squeezed his arm.

“I know who to talk to.” I finished. Dan came over as Abbie slightly broke away from me. She grabbed him and pulled him into the hug, much to his chagrin.

“they’ve got the picture.” He said, jerking his head towards the girls. I nodded and looked over my little family that was starting to grow.

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