#( also don't worry about matching this length

[pyrokinetiic]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog sent

33 maybe?

Starter Prompts

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Ember let out a yell of effort as she ran towards her opponent, a closed fist held high by her head. She suddenly stopped short, throwing her hand, which had now opened. Purple flames erupted from her palm, engulfing the random lackey, who screamed in pain. Ember used the opportunity to deliver a kick to the other's head and sent them tumbling to the ground. 

   “One down…” Ember looked at who remained of the group, who had her surrounded. She sighed, “Nine more to go.” 

   From behind, one went to rush in for an attack. Ember clenched her teeth as she looked back. She grabbed their arm, then jerked her elbow back, connecting with their chest. They went down like a sack of potatoes. Two more rushed in. Ember disappeared for only a second, blipping back behind one and grabbing their arm, which was then twisted. She swiftly stomped the back of their knee and brought them down. She then let go, and once more blipped, this time appearing in front of the other and swinging an uppercut to their throat. They gasped and knelt down while holding their throat. Three approached,and three blips later, quickly joined the pile of unconscious on the ground. 

  Ember looked at the remaining three, panting heavily. She reached up to meet the dribble of blood coming from her nose. “C'mon! S'all you got?!” 

   The three tightened their grips on their weapons but stopped at the sound of approaching foot steps. They looked back and quickly knelt down. Ember's blurred gaze went from the lackeys to the green hedgehog. She squinted, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Sonic?"

[dramatisperscnae]

closed starter for @bruz3r's superheavy arc >w>

Once upon a time, Dick had thought he'd never put on the cape and cowl again. Once upon a time, he'd actively avoided doing so until there had been no other choice; Bruce was gone, a murderous pretender was aiming for the title, and it had been a choice between stepping up and going against orders or seeing the legacy Bruce had worked so hard for - the legacy he'd given his life for - completely destroyed. And then Bruce had come back, and Dick had given the legacy back more than happily.

How times have changed.

And yet how they haven't.

The cowl still feels strange on his face, the cape too heavy on his shoulders, but what choice does he have? Gotham City needs Batman, and in the absence of the real one Dick is just going to have to do. Like hell he's going to let anyone else do it [excepting maybe Damian, once the boy is old enough, but that won't be for years yet]

At least this time Bruce isn't entirely gone. Not physically, anyway; mentally…well, the man is still there, but he's not the same. How can he be, without the memories that shaped him? And without those, how can he be Batman?

He can't.

Such are the thoughts on Dick Grayson's mind as he runs the night's patrol. It's been an easy one so far, but in Gotham that can change in the brief pause between heartbeats. And so it does now. He's known the Wayne Foundation was holding a benefit tonight, a fundraiser for one of the Foundation's many child welfare projects, but he'd hoped - in vain, but hoped nonetheless - that it might go off without a hitch.

No such luck. The moment the word of shots fired comes over the Batmobile's radio he's turned the car around while the tires squeal in protest, flooring the accelerator and all but rocketing through the city streets, all with one thought foremost in his mind.

Please don't let Bruce be there…

[gloryseized]

@legendarylullaby || [ cont. ]

Finding the inn was the easy part. Even if Link didn't tend to stay in the small settlements dotting the country, he at least knew where they were, and after leading Epona out of the forest, Zelda on her back, he made short business of getting to the inn. Actually getting a place to stay inside the inn had been a bit trickier.

Link didn't miss the stares leveled in his direction as he passed through the town and into the inn itself. Opting to leave Zelda on Epona for the moment, he met a rather stoic innkeeper inside who asked questions with his eyebrows alone, the pair of them bouncing above his hazel eyes when first Link asked for a room and then when he clarified that he wanted separate sleeping quarters as well. It took a couple more bounces of his eyebrow and a couple more rupees from Link's purse, but eventually he secured the requested rooms, going back outside to finally bring Zelda in.

Catching the bouncing eyebrows a final time, Link left a small pile of rupees on the counter for an extra bit of quiet and to keep the eyebrows from jumping off the man's face.

Zelda settled in front of the fire, towel found to drape over her shoulders, Link busied himself with stoking the fire, the heat flooding the room not long after. And all that time, critical eyes did not leave Zelda's face. She shivered still, which was a good sign. It was when the shivering stopped that it was time to get worried, but even so, Zelda didn't look good. He had to figure out a way to get her clothes dry, but how? With all the layers and nonsense of the dress, that would take forever.

Tilting his head as Zelda began to sign, he waited patiently for her to complete the thought, nodding as the idea completed itself. That was sound enough. He thought he had an extra tunic in his pack, giving Zelda's hand a reassuring squeeze before he went to check.

Returning a moment later, blue eyes worried, he presented her with the tunic. Pointing at Zelda, his left pointer finger crooked forward before pulling back. His left hand then curled into a fist, thumb sticking out, and settled on his right flat palm, before he lifted both hands into the air. << Do you need help? >>

[sn0wbat]

If you don’t mind, I saw the comic about vampire hair and it made me wonder what would Einarr look like with a beard?

the context

he'd rather not dwell on it too much

[thefixeraa]

* @murkyhazed , wanted something for tig ~

this town has a very short list of trustworthy people . which in retrospect is a good thing , because at laest she knows where she stands among the rest . then again , charming is a small town , and like most THEY DON'T LIKE OUTSIDERS ( hell , she remembers when jax told her about the mayor trying to bring money in for tourists ... yeah , see how that shit worked out . ) they are all isolated from the rest of the world , for mia ? that includes herself . besides jackson and eliza , and piney of course tig was among the few that she could ... sit around , have a few beers and not worry that he's gonna go rat on her or something equally as troubling . then again he is with eliza so that alone gives her some reassurance that he isn't a dickbag like the rest of them .

sure mia was considered to be jax's old lady , and for some reason that holds some weight around here . for the most part , she can swallow her ego and on occasion allow herself to just slip into the role . because out here , where everyone is looking , THIS IS WHAT THEY EXPECT . if anything , the fixer was a great actress ... even if she opposes everything about this biker lifestyle . mia is leans against her car ( a black dodge charger she affectionately calls : ELOISE . ) she had been hanging around the garage for a bit , mostly because she was doing a little work on eloise , but she hears the roar of a motorcycle sound and as it get's closer she leans off to the side , her head slipping over the edge of her hood as she continues to work on putting brake fluid in her car .

a familiar smirk pulls at her lips , motorcycles engine turns off and it was tig . when he's approaching the garage , and therefore her as well , she turns her head up to him . " hey tig , " a small grin appears as she greets him . " you done lickin' clay's balls ? "

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Location: Laure’s humble abode Present: Devereaux & René & Laure (@lauredeschamps & @childish-omens​)

Devereaux was running on pure adrenaline at this point. Keeping himself alive was one thing. He was quick. Good at making himself scarce. He’d shot spells, sure, but nothing fatal. He was here out of obligation, not passion. He would not have someone’s blood on his hands. 

Keeping René alive was a whole different beast. René moved unpredictably, without rhyme or reason. He didn’t watch his surroundings. Had it not been for Devereaux slashing panicked stunning spells through the air, René could’ve been dead several times over. That was how the battle progressed - until Devereaux had lost sight of his target. 

He’d been too slow. By the time the battle was over and he’d combed through corpse after corpse, fearing the worst, René had gotten hurt. Miraculously, they found each other. The soot-stained hands of an artist clutched the bloodied face of a musician as the former let out a string of chastisements. But he was alive. René was hurt, but alive. 

They couldn’t go to St Mungo’s. The Marks on their arms would earn them little sympathy in that moment. There was only one place that Dev could think of that would be safe for them both. He hooked René’s arm over his shoulders, both boys leaning heavily on each other as they stumbled through the broken streets until they found a safe place for Dev to apparate them away. When their feet hit the ground again, Dev slumped forward against the doorframe. The sound of their arrival was enough to alert the occupant. Seconds later, Laure’s face appeared. Relief spread through his tensed muscles. “Your brother is the biggest idiot I’ve ever met. Can we come in?”

[demcndcgs]

@heavensxstray (from Paulo)

It was late. Late enough that Paulo hadn't been concerned about being seen. After all, who was going to spot him? Even if he wasn't virtually invisible when he wanted to be, it was dark. And maybe it was never truly dark in the city, but it was close enough. Besides, a fair few of the younger demons were wary of the night. Night was when all the monsters came out of the woodwork. Nevermind that this was Hell and the overwhelming majority of the populace could be considered monsters of one sort of another. Or that the days were far more dangerous here.

Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to run into anyone. He wasn't sure if she was a hellhound or a sinner, but either way she was unexpected. And an impediment. He chose to work primarily at night so that he could avoid people. There was a faint smell of kerosene that hung in the air around her. That was odd. Perhaps she was part of a rival cartel or Family.

"What's a gatinha like you doing around here at this time of night?" He went for a flirty tone. Better to have her angry about that than suspicious.

[etherbonded]

( Conversational Sentence Starters ) : ❝  could you just…talk to me?  it doesn’t have to be anything important.  i just like listening to your voice.  it calms me.  ❞ // Yusuke to Sumire!

CONVERSATIONAL SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting!! c:

It's a nice feeling to be told that her voice calms someone, and it's ESPECIALLY nice being told that someone likes to listen to her voice. There's just something about being told it that makes her feel happy, and it also shows on her facial features her expression brightens up just a smidge more.

But now, she has to figure out a singular topic. Hm. Well flower language is always a favorite of hers along with talking about gymanstics, but today? Maybe she can talk about something a little different... oh! Like stars! That's a newer one!

" Oh, well, I suppose that I'll talk about stars since that's alright with you, feel free to change the topic at anytime you wish thought! "

She's been thinking about stars a WHOLE lot lately and it felt nice to speak her thoughts into the open.

" I really like stars, they're very pretty while also being made up with a variety of gasses. I think people misjudge stars pretty often, while yes they are made of gas and they end up exploding someday, I personally believe it adds to the beauty of the star because even in destruction it transforms into a supernova which is pretty as well! I like the way that it shows that even within destruction there can be beauty, it just depends on how one chooses to see it. "

The stars could mean so many things when you think about it, whether it be a wish, a ticking time bomb, a light in the dark, it truly all just depends on perspective. Actually, the more she thinks about it, everything really does depend on one's perspective.

" What's your perspective on stars Yusuke-Kun? "

[the-haunted-office]

Pie for this scenario to play out. Specify which muse is which.

Thursday is A muse and Jevil is b muse.

Post link https://www.tumblr.com/the-haunted-office/748917046468886528/muse-a-left-a-dessert-cooling-on-the-windowsill?source=share

Thursday just can't understand it.

This is the second time this has happened, where she's left a pie that she spent half the afternoon baking sitting on one of the Office window sills to cool off and come back later to find it missing.

Who keeps doing this?! If someone around here is that desperate all they have to do is ask, but noooooo, they want to just keep taking it. A quick peek out the window reveals that it hasn't gone SPLAT on the ground below, so she knows it hasn't fallen out the window - someone has definitely taken it... unless it did fall out the window and the wind caught it?

No, that's unlikely.

She's really beginning to suspect now that someone around the Office is doing it just to mess with her. She really doesn't want to get mad about this - it's just an apple pie. It's not like it's... well, it really is the end of the world outside of the Office, but that's not the point, her point is, it's not like it's an extraordinarily huge deal that she needs to lose her cool over it. She just wants to know where the pies keep getting off to.

Maybe they're running away.

In any case, the Office resident starts meandering around the hallways, looking about for clues as to where that pie could have gotten off to, and for who might have taken it. Interestingly she does find some crumbs leading into the Broom Closet of all the things.

Now that makes her laugh. This has to be a joke. Is Stanley messing with her?

Laughing, she grabs the doorknob to the Broom Closet, and pushes it open. "Okay, Pie Thief, come out with your hands up! You've been discov- Oh!"

...That isn't Stanley.

She has no idea who this is.

They must be a new visitor. Maybe they were starving and saw the pie sitting there and ran off with it. Suddenly she feels less frustrated about the stolen pie.

"Hello there! Didn't mean to interrupt, hahaha. How's it going? You liking it in here? This is actually a really popular room, this Broom Closet. I'll leave you to it, if you like. I was just, ah... you know, tidying up."

[motelcafe]

continuing from here ♡ @elpida

a few wrinkles form beside his eyes as a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. graeme mcgregor isn't the type of man who deserves to be offered such a nice gesture so willingly. "thank ye but as much as i'd like to, i really shouldn't stay long.." he would love nothing more than to sit and have a bite to eat with her — mcgregor couldn't remember the last time he ate a hot homecooked meal — but the butterflies in his stomach are an instant reminder of why he came here in the first place.

vesper has such a kind soul. it breaks his heart knowing that he won't be seeing it in a closer light; mcgregor has always had a thing about keeping everyone at an arms length away but somehow she managed to sneak straight past that barrier. he'd be pissed if he wasn't so damn impressed.

mcgregor walks in and makes himself comfortable. "nah. you ain't do nothin' wrong darlin', don't worry." vesper can do no wrong in his eyes. "but, uh, listen . . . this ain't gonna be a pleasant conversation." mcgregor sighs, leaning against her kitchen counter. the words feel like they're stuck in his throat. he's quiet for a while, staring down at the floor.

[savingthrcw]

@peacereflected Stella x Astarion

Stella had accepted the task to find the druid Halsin and stop the Goblins, even if she wasn't sure serenading them was the best course of action, and on their way there she had bumped on a group of familiar bandits; her little new team had helped her fight them but not before they had called her Mona, while she had used the name Tavy with the rest of the Team-Tadpole, and outed her as a thief, so she knew she'd have some explaining to do soon. Soon, yes, but for now she was ransaking the bandit's luggage, new tiara on her head and gold in her pockets, while Wyll suggested breaking into their camp since they seemed to have captives. " We could wait for nightfall, they are not expecting us-" "And then I'll get my hands on the silver cloak Ryerk was showing off earlier," Stella finished with a little too much sincerity. "... and then we save the captives." "-the captives, yes, that is the primary objective," she continued without missing a beat, "Let's make camp." The look Shadowheart gave her meant they were going to have a talk soon, but Stella turned her attention to Astarion instead, bringing one of the sacks to him. "Fresh boar," she wrinkled her nose, "Enough that the sack is wet. You can snack on this too, right?" A well-fed vampire was a vampire who wouldn't bite her in her sleep, after all.

[phantasmaw]

♢* —  @saintsdawn /  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

〈 ✥ *〉┊   Sweat and disquiet prickle down the nape of the wayward knight’s neck as his chest heaves with great gasps of breath. Aching arms hold his greatsword aloft, the sharp end of its heavy-weighted blade pointing down towards the ground. Right now, it is not a sword so much as a shield. As he fights to catch his breath, he stares, unblinking, over the ornately carved hilt. When his gaze catches Florence’s, his heart drops somewhere down into his stomach. It’s almost enough to have slightly trembling fingers uncurl from around the handle. Almost. 

    It’s not the first time the other knight has been on the opposite end of his blade. They both have needs to meet, separate paths to follow; sometimes, those paths cross on rocky terrain. Those instances have always been few and far between, and any harm done dissipated in the frothing foam of shared drinks and, if called for, needlework on battle-worn skin. The tension that existed before lives now only in memory. He would have even argued no tension existed at all. A bit of healthy rivalry, certainly. But never any true ill-will, nor any personal grievance. 

     Until now. 

     “Flo,” he drawls the other’s nickname as casually as he typically would when greeting them, albeit with far more rasp. He even grins as he usually would. Or he tries to. He’s entirely certain his good eye does not light up with warm comradery as it normally would when they join him inside a dingy tavern or take his side in a petty squabble among the other wayfarers. But it’s the least he can do to show he won’t turn the deadly slant of the blade upon them. Not yet. It’s a precaution, to have a weapon as strong as this to buffer the tides of crackling uncertainty between the two of them. He swallows, the tendons of his neck straining to work past the lump of dread forming in the middle of his throat. He hates that, in the moment, their name feels foreign in his mouth. Like he’s not quite sure how it should sound when shaped by his voice. 

      Feris takes an experimental step to the side, boxing himself further out of reach. He lowers his greatsword out of an actively readied position, but doesn’t yet murmur the spell that would store it away. He can’t. He can’t. It would make him an incredible ally to cast aside his means of protection and shout their praises for such a definitive end of that grueling battle against such a harrowing foe. They’ve saved the two of them countless wounds and fatigue. He should be slinging an arm over their shoulders and laughing between wheezing breaths about how they should have pulled those stops a long time ago. But doing so would also make him a gargantuan fool. 

      “....I’m not going to ask you to explain,” he says between heavy breaths, and he can’t hide the slight quaver of his voice. He shouldn’t be saying this to them. While they haven’t exactly bared their souls to each other, they also aren’t strangers keeping poison-coated secrets in the dark. Now is the time to offer an open hand. To assure them that he understands the burden of cryptic and coveted power. To say that, while he cannot begin to fathom where that surge of destruction came from, he does not fear it. Not when it’s their hands wielding it. Yet he does not. Self-preservation demands nothing less than the possible burning of this bridge he’s only halfway crossed in finding who he believes could be a true friend. And so self-resentment for it stains the inside of his mouth with a bitter taste as, instead, he intones, “But I do need to ask you to tell me just how long you’ve been capable of doing… that.”

[tvrningout-archived]

@resolutepath​ | the starter call was lost bc i took too long asdf

     “ hey, megumi. ” of course hyouka breaks the silence between them, amber gaze trained on the clouds above. she looks... pensive, which is a little unusual on the teen’s face. “ do you think it’s selfless or selfish to wanna protect everyone? ” 

     she’s always thought satsuki just doesn’t understand her motivation, that their opinions simply differ, but she’s not so sure now. a letter from her younger brother, filled with questions about her classes and if he can teach him anything, has hyouka thinking differently -- she doesn’t want him to grow up as a sorcerer like her, much like satsuki didn’t want her to pursue this path, either. if little satoru does, he’ll risk his life. he’ll experience loss. though he’s familiar with the holes kaien and their parents left behind, it’s different so close to the fighting.

     is that selfish of her? is it selfish to want to be the only one risking anything if it means her loved ones are safe? is it selfish to want to be the one helping their family so satsuki and their grandparents don’t have to worry so much? maybe. hyouka kind of gets it. she’s trying to take the weight of choice from them and shoulder everything, but is it all that bad? she’s doing what she wants, but it’s for them. she can’t really see the harm in that.

     still, she waits for megumi’s response. he’s a better thinker than her ( which isn’t really saying much ). maybe he can help her understand, or at the very least, maybe talking about it will make her feel less unsettled so she can actually focus on sparring.

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when you cut off off your hair.

AN: This is for the girlies who loves to chop their hair. (me during summer because the heat is unbearable!)

Mark Lee

He picks you up at the salon so the moment he enters the salon and saw you sitting on the chair with your hair cut short, he'll go "yo, babe is that you? did you cut your hair?" he'll be surprised with the sudden change of hair style but he will compliment you nonstop! He thinks that your new look suits you and wouldn't stop staring at you. You'll find yourself embarrassed with his staring but he wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable! He just likes this new version of you!

Huang Renjun

He'll be surprised when you came running to him and then it sink into him that your hair is on the shoulder length! He'll ask you when did you cut your hair and you'll answer that yesterday! Summer's about to arrive so you cut off your hair because you wanted a more fresher look! I feel like Renjun likes short-haired girls so he'll be flustered to see you with a short hair! He won't stop complimenting you and placing his hands on your hair, brushing it lightly. 

Lee Jeno

Oh, since Jeno cut his hair, he didn't expect that you'll also chop your hair! You said that you did it because having a shorter hair can save you time to dry it. (really) But Jeno thinks that since you two have a shorter hair, you two can be a refreshing couple! You two are matching and it's cute! He would absolutely love your short hair and will probably wouldn't think much of his short hair. (He agrees that having shorter hair do save time drying it, but will miss drying your long hair though.)

Lee Donghyuck

I feel like Haechan loves your long hair. He likes brushing it, thinking that it suits you so much, and how you can style it into many different hairstyles. So when you cut off your hair to a short bob, he'll be surprised by it. He'll tell you that it suits you but he'll not get used to your short hair. I feel like he'll find himself brushing your hair and once he reached the end, he'll realized that your hair is short. But he loves it don't worry! He's just not used to your new look. 

Na Jaemin

"Princess did you just cut off your hair?" he asked the moment you two met. You only nod, even telling him that you cut your hair hours before you two met. Oh, you'll see Jaemin's lovestruck look at you because of your new look! "Does that mean, I won't be needing this hair tie?" yes, Jaemin's the type of bf to wear hair tie on his wrist for you. You only laugh and told him that he can keep it because you might still need it even though your hair is short. 

Zhong Chenle

Thinks that your hair suits you and the way it was layered short looks cool! He would stare at you from time to time, and everytime you catch him staring at you, he'll brush it off, telling you that he's just want to familiarize your new look. You'll only laugh because you know that your hair used to be long, so having a short hair is also a new look for you. Chenle would probably think that maybe it's time for him to have a haircut too. Brushing at his hair and checking its length. 

Park Jisung

"WOW" Jisung's reaction would be eyes wide, mouth open as he stare at you who's waiting at the front door of his dorm. I feel like Jisung also likes short hair, so when he saw that your hair's short, his brain short-circuited for a moment. He! can't! believe! it! his girlfriend is too beautiful! He'll say genuinely that you look more beautiful with a short hair, and you tried to brush it off with a laugh. "Seriously, you look more beautiful bub." oh. okay. ><

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

K follow me Astarion just sees tav like loving on children wherever they go and hes like?????

And tavs like ive always wanted my own child but i didn't wabt to ask you with every

This sends poor starion into a crisis does he was children how many

I think I have followed you. Let's see!

So for this one we got a lil time jump, ambiguous and vague setting and timelines with game spoilers present. M/F pairing because that is my go to and pregnancy is mentioned. Vampiric pregnancy also so there is some weirdness there (i made it up no idea if it's dnd accurate). Vague Tav backstory of a wonderful mother and going off to become a cleric.

~

Astarion was well used to your antics by this point. You had a severe lack of instincts linked to self-preservation, which led to a consistent pattern of doing, frankly, stupid shit. Stupid, but kind. Nothing that Astarion hadn't adapted to, after nearly two years of being attached at the hip you became pretty attuned to your lover's personality.

He could even go as far as to say that he had grown to love your annoying predilection for pious morality. Perhaps he loved talking you out of certain virtuous dangers more, but still. He appreciated who you were, he adored who you were. But Astarion was no saint, despite his insistence on attaching himself to one.

Which is exactly why he was far from amused when you signed him up to babysit a couple of brats. All for acquittances he barely cared about.

But you at least had the good grace to look guilty, "I didn't mean to! But she looked so tired and she said their anniversary was coming up and it's not like we got anything for their wedding-"

That was a nice try, one that Astarion wasn't falling for, "We didn't know of their existence when they got married darling. Just because I can't remember their names doesn't mean you can trick me."

"I'm not trying to trick you!" You whined, arms crossed as you pouted. It sure felt like a trick, especially when Astarion knew that you were well-aware how easily he fell for your sulking. Adorable little monster that you were, "It's only three kids and a baby for one night, it won't be that bad! You don't even have to help-"

Astarion rolled his eyes as he sat next to you on the bed, "I didn't say I wouldn't help."

That seemed to do the trick to get the pout off of your face. You perked up immediately, looking at him like you couldn't quite believe it, "Really?"

"Yes, really," Astarion sighed as you tugged you closer. Sure he liked to bitch, but he really would do anything for you. Even extremely annoying things like this, "I'm not going to sit back and feed you to the wolves."

"They're not wolves! The oldest is barely five," You laughed as you let him manhandle you, settling you into his lap, "And I am sorry, I really wasn't thinking. I promise it won't happen again."

Astarion doubted that, not when he was well-versed of your weak spot for children. No matter where you went you couldn't help but fawn over them, not to mention the insane lengths you would go to keep any child safe. It was a complete and utter blind spot, your kindness extending to them all, even the little scam artists and hellions.

It was sweet, if not extremely worrying at first. Astarion had been terrified of you finding out his past. The things that he had been forced to do, the innocents whose lives he had destroyed. But not only did you find out, you were forced to see it. Both of you were, and it had been worse than anything Astarion could have imagined. He had always found a slight comfort knowing that those he captured would at least die quickly, that at the very least they wouldn't suffer the same agonizing fate as he, just an agonizing death. But no, even that small comfort had been a lie. The horror of finding them all down there has yet to be matched. He had never felt more self-loathing, more pure disgust than the moment he had found those children, tortured and pale, all because of him.

How you didn't see him for the wretched thing he was after all that, Astarion wasn't sure. But he was grateful. You were too good for him. A fact that he was devastatingly aware of, but that wasn't going to stop him from keeping you.

He still thinks about it on occasion, despite the fact that he had done all he could to right his wrongs. They all at least had a chance now to have a life worth living, Astarion could only hope that it would be used. Their future was out of his hands now, a small comfort.

But despite his complicated feelings towards children, he was more than capable of handling them for one evening. And in all honesty, he truly didn't have to do much. He was on self-mandated baby duty, because of course you had to help out the infant that would scream bloody murder unless it was being held. Keeping her tucked against him was a move of self-preservation, if he ever wanted to retain his hearing.

Most of the night was spent amused as he watched you entertain a gaggle of toddlers. You were so... creative with the ways you could defuse their antics. It came to you so naturally, nearly like you were a born mother yourself. It wasn't exactly surprising that you were fantastic with children, he had seen it time and time again. Arabella, Mol, Yenna, all of which still wrote you letters, visited occasionally. Staying forever attached, even from a distance.

Now that Astarion thought about it, it was odd that you weren't a mother. Odder still that you hadn't never even brought up the possibility of having children together. You were usually so open with your wants and always encouraging the same from him. Just one more thing he loved about you. But... why hadn't it been mentioned? Astarion had always assumed it was because you didn't truly want any of your own, that you enjoyed their fun innocence while avoiding the more laborious responsibility of raising them.

Though watching you take care of them all, changing diapers and negotiating silly arguments with a soft smile of your face had him rethinking his assumption.

"You're good with them," Astarion said eventually after you had successfully set the older three down for the night, the baby still stubbornly clinging to him, "I don't think there's a child we've met that doesn't adore you."

You laughed quietly, walking over to kiss him softly on the cheek. Your eyes wandered to the sleeping infant in his arms, still holding a piece of his shirt in it's little fist, "You don't seem to be too bad with them either."

"Newborns don't know any better," Astarion dismissed as he tried to put her down in their borrowed crib. Tried and failed, considering how the thing immediately started to whine the second he attempted to pry it's little hand away.

Oh for fuck's sake. Astarion wasn't even going to try and argue. Instead he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall into the crib with her, seemingly doing the trick of stopping her from waking completely.

When he turned back you were staring at him with soft eyes, looking lovestruck at the simple act of him laying a child down, "Looks like she has pretty good taste to me."

"I don't think your judgment should be trusted," Astarion huffed as he walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the bedroom. He glanced back at you, his heart nearly skipping a beat from the sweet way you kept looking at him. It had his mind wandering again, those questions still nagging him.

Questions that he didn't have the courage to ask until dead of night, when he had you half asleep against his bare chest, "Have you ever thought of having children?"

He hadn't meant to blurt that out in the middle of the night, but Astarion apparently had a knack for starting important conversations at inconvenient times. Not that you minded.

You just cuddled into him closer, nodding against him with a sigh, "I've always wanted my own children. My own mother, Gods bless her soul, made it all sound so magical. Pregnancy, the early years, puberty, all of it. She loved it all. And I guess it rubbed off on me. It used to be all I could think about, before real life got in the way."

Astarion listened, a little annoyed at himself for not putting the pieces together sooner. You had talked so lovingly about your late parents, how you always wanted to be like your mother. Of course you would want children. How had he not connected the dots?

"But then I went off to the temple," You continued, "I completed my training, went off into the world to do good, blah, blah, blah. You know the story."

"So you grew out of the idea?" Astarion asked.

"Not exactly," You admitted, sounding a little guilty, "But I would never ask that of you love, it's not something you have to worry about."

That-what?

Astarion stared down at you, brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know that the topic of children is... difficult for you. Considering everything you've been through-"

"I think you mean to say everything I've inflicted on others," Astarion interrupted, unwilling to allow himself grace. Especially when it came to the children of the Gur, "It was much worse for them than me."

You nodded, knowing better than to try and fight him on that particular topic, "I understand, but my point is that I can live without them. You're all I need."

It was comforting to hear, an immediate balm to a brand new set of insecurities that Astarion hadn't been prepared for. But even so... he hated the idea of you sacrificing even more for him. It felt wrong, "But-"

"But nothing," You interrupted softly, setting a quick kiss to his mouth, I'm serious Astarion, you don't need to worry. I'm happy, I love you, and everything is fine."

"I love you too," Astarion murmured, at a loss to say anything else. But the conversation didn't end there.

Astarion couldn't stop thinking about it, even long after the temporary children were sent back home. ou seemed so... sure that he didn't want children, and a week ago he probably would have agreed. But that was back before he knew that he was actively keeping you away from something you wanted. Something you had dreamed about since you were a child. And it felt wrong to be the reason for that, so, so wrong.

He didn't even know if his true feelings on the matter were real. He didn't want children for many of the same reasons he never wanted a partner. The attachment to another was dangerous, he was beyond unequipped to deal with others, let alone care for them, and the entire ideology behind love was ripe for manipulation and heart break. But then he met you and everything changed. Suddenly, caring for another didn't feel like a weakness, it felt like the strongest aspect of his entire self. Taking care of you wasn't an unwanted duty, it was intimacy. Something that he now craved. If all of those steadfast ideals could fall apart simply through meeting you, whose to say he could even trust himself when it came the thoughts around having a child?

Would having one truly be so bad? A little piece of the two of you, alive in the world? And perhaps children were annoying but... Astarion would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for them. He had kept his distance before, but now he was fully confident that he wasn't a danger, no with Cazador burned to nothing bus ash and his own bloodlust well controlled. And it's not as if he was incapable of being a father, worse men than him did it everyday.

It was a confusing place to be, this tightwire of indecisiveness. Confusing enough for him to start a bit of research. He was vaguely aware that it was possible for his kind to breed, but finding out the details was disheartening, to say the least. First he had to parse out the different horror stories of babes eating their way out of their mother's wombs with actual facts, which wasn't exactly pleasant. But the truth was that it was more than possible for the two of you to have child together. It had the potential to either be as noneventful as any pregnancy, with the cavate that the babe coming out looking slightly... dead wouldn't be a permanent state of being. Or it could be as risky as carrying a child could be, with pains and complications galore, even legitimate worries of internal bleeding from the wretched thing prematurely growing claws. Not to mention the occasional, intense blood lust that could occur, an experience that Astarion would prefer you didn't have to go to.

Looking into the reality of the choice didn't help as much as he had assumed it would. If anything it just made the whole situation more real. Even if he wasn't a vampiric spawn, childbirth was risky. Maybe not as risky for you considering how Astarion would move the heavens and hells to get you the best care possible, but still. The thought of you passing, leaving him alone with the child you wanted and would never see, would destroy him. Completely and utterly.

But then again... there was the magical alternative of everything working out just fine. The two of you were both beyond lucky in that regard, considering how you'd overcome mind flayer parasites and fought and won against a near god. It was more than possible that everything would be fine, that you would have a beautiful pregnancy that would end in an even more amazing child. Then two would become three, a family of his very own.

That... didn't sound too bad. Astarion was torn. On one hand, he was almost certain that he was willing to go through with it. Not just because he loved you and wanted you to be happy, though it was the main reason. But also because... he could be a part in making something good. A child that would never suffer the way he did, the way countless others had. One who would be loved, who would have the help they needed for their inevitable unholy hungers. Someone precious for the two of you to fret over, to adore and care for. He... wanted that. Or at least he would if you still did. Now if he could just figure out how to bring it up, maybe something could actually happen.

But luckily enough for him, you did the job for him. He had been pouring over another book dedicated to recording the births of Dhampirs in the area, only to be distracted by you loudly sighing behind him.

"What's wrong love?" Astarion asked, his eyes still scanning the page in front of him.

"Oh I don't know," You sighed, rounding the corner to sit on the edge of his desk, "I just can't help but wonder when you're going to explain why you've suddenly become obsessed with parenting books. And..."

You trailed off, ignoring his surprised expression to read the cover of what was in front of him, "'Vampiric and Mortal Love & The Spawn They Create'. It's not exactly your usual reading material."

Part of Astarion wanted to be surprised that you had already figured him out. He had at least been trying to hide things from you slightly, not that it mattered when you could read him like a book. And he supposed that blatantly reading things like this in front of you would eventually have an effect, even if he tried to obscure the titles.

But that didn't stop him from stuttering through a response, "Well-I, okay. I've just been thinking about options lately. Which you can't really do if you don't understand what they are. Hence the books."

You frowned at him, one leg crossed over the other, "Star, I already told you that you don't need to worry-"

"But I want to worry," Astarion interrupted, deciding that ripping the band-aid off would be the best course of action, "And if there is something I can be doing to make you happier than I should at least consider it."

"I'm not going to force you into this for that," You said softly, reaching out to twine his fingers against yours, "This isn't the kind of thing you do just for someone else."

Astarion was aware of that, there was an important truth to your words. But... "What if it wasn't just for you?"

You paused, your brow furrowed as you stared at him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean what if, and consider this purely hypothetical, what if I wanted one as well. What then?" It was as far from hypothetical as Astarion could get, but by the look on your face it didn't seemed like that needed to be clarified.

You swallowed, looking just shy of hopeful as you played with his hand, "I... well. I guess in that case we would have a lot to talk about."

That wasn't quite the answer he was looking for. He pressed on, "So if in theory, I did want one. Would... you still be interested in having one?"

With me?

He left that part unsaid as he waited for an answer, uncharacteristically nervous as you mulled it over. But you were smiling, bright and wide, giving his hand a little squeeze as you spoke, "I think that would be the only scenario where I would want it. If that's something you wanted."

"I think it is," Astarion answered honestly, done with being coy, "I don't know how, I... I'm not quite sure how I feel about you carrying something that could be dangerous. But... in general yes. I think I want this. I do want this. With you and only you. Whenever your ready."

The next part Astarion did see coming, his arms already open by the time you launched yourself at him. You straddled his lap, kissing every part of his face as you babbled, "We can wait! It doesn't need to be now but-I just-yes! Adoption, childbirth, I don't care. All I need is to have them with you. That's all I want."

"And that I can give," Astarion laughed, delighted at your reaction. He still had concerns, plenty of them in fact, but they were hard to consider when the woman he adored was so ecstatic.

He gripped your chin, chuckling at the whine you let out for him interrupting your onslaught of affection. You didn't have to wait long, not when he directed your mouth against his, kissing you deeply as a new wave of exciting, and slightly nauseating feelings worked through him.

He didn't know exactly what was going to happen in the future. He had no idea if he would be a good father, but he knew that he would try his damndest. He didn't know how the two of you would even procure a child, but he did no one thing.

With you by his side, it would work out. All of it, no matter how hard the road turned out to be. And that was all that mattered.

[johnnie-guilberts-eyeliner]

Read ur NSFW alphabet for johnnie and was wondering if u could write smth inspired by the dirty secret section? like the reader walking in on him while he's jacking off to pics of her or smth? also idk ur boundaries so I'm sorry if this is overstepping or smth😭<3

pls don't worry anon you're fine 😭

Johnnie Guilbert X fem!Reader SMUT (she/her pronouns used)

Pls lmk how I did! This is my first real fic!

for context you and johnnie have been dating for close to two years now, and you moved in w him and his best friend Jake webber, who is a fellow YouTuber/musician like johnnie. You were going about your day doing your usual house chores when it came time for laundry, you walked into you and Johnnie's shared room without knocking and holding a basket full of yours and his mixed clean clothes. When you opened the door all you could see was johnnie sitting in his gaming chair, phone in hand on your Instagram while the other hand held onto his rather large boner. You immediately dropped the clothes and that's what got his attention. "Oh my gosh baby I am so sorry" johnnie profusely apologizes and dead ass chucks his phone at the bed, which didn't work well for him because it landed face up, showing you exactly what he was looking at. You looked at his phone to see your latest Instagram shoot where you looked extra good in your halter top, miniskirt, fishnets and Platformed boots (you can imagine something else if you'd like) you smiled and looked up at his nervous expression and sauntered over to him. Kneeling in front of him. "aw sweetheart, don't apologize I'll help you" you smiled up at him lovingly before putting your hand on his face and kissing him to which he hungrily kissed back before nodding. You kneeled back down and took his gorgeous cock in your hand before licking the tip and easing his length into your mouth and beginning to Bob your head around him. He can't help but whimper and moan as you do so. As you continue to suck him you look up and make eye contact with him as he let's out a rather loud whimper, signaling he was close. You doubled your efforts and pushed on and kept going and eventually increased speed and that's exactly what he needed to finish, you soon feel his hot seed shoot down your throat. You swallow it before he grabs your face and pulls you onto his lap so you're now straddling him in his chair, and he kisses you hungrily. He tugs at your shorts and you get off him for a second to take your shorts and panties off before getting back on his lap and grinding on his length as he kisses you feverishly again. You then take his cock in your hand and guide it through your folds, earning a moan from him. You line him up with your hole and sit for a moment to adjust to his size. "Always so tight for me babygirl" johnnie moans out as he holds your face and looks into your eyes. No matter how many times yall had sex, you always needed a second to adjust to his size because he's a bit bigger than average. You both moan out loud as you begin to increase your speed in riding him, as speed increases so does the moaning and groaning. He's got his hands around your waist with a death grip. He then leans up and starts leaving hickies and bites in very visible places, which he knew she loved. You moan out at this and increase speed even more to which he responds by pounding into your wet cunt with more speed. "Ooooh johnnie baby 'm close 'm close" you can't help but moan out as you hold his face as he continues fucking you. "cum for me my love" he says as he continues matching your speed and fucking your cunt. And that was all you needed to finish. You finished on a very hard leg shaking orgasm. He followed shortly after "where do you want it baby?" He asks on the edge of orgasm. You respond by fucking down on his cock even more, to which he also came very hard shooting his hot cum Inside you. He kisses you after he finishes, cock still inside you. He picks you up from the chair and lays you on the bed before going Into your shared bathroom and grabbing a wash rag and coming back in to press it to your sensitive and recovering pussy before discarding it in the hamper and crawling into bed with you, pulling the covers over you both and pulling you close into him "I love you so much y/n" johnnie says in his sleepy voice, to which you respond with "I love you too Johnnie, more than you could ever imagine" you say before kissing him again and falling asleep on his chest.

(also pls don't mind any spelling errors💀)