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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

A corporate barbecue that R brings her godchild to (as they just lost their respective best friend/mom) where reader runs into Bucky. She introduces them to one another, and her 12 y/o anti-wingman watches reader and Bucky flirt with each other (pathetically). Her best friend’s kid has always been incredibly perceptive, especially about other people (it’s a trait inherited from reader’s best friend). When they turn and leave the conversation, the kid asks “So when’s your first date?”

Bucky overhears the remark and realizes that it’ll be very soon. While the tween wasn’t R’s wingman, they sure were his.

IDK, just a thought lol 🩵🩵

Little Matchmaker » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader with goddaughter Lexie

Summary: Your goddaughter plays a little matchmaker to get you and Bucky together.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting (pathetically), nicknames/pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

A/N #2: The reader works at Stark Industries in this.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

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“Remind me why I have to come to this.” Lexie, your goddaughter says.

“Cause all you did this Summer is scroll through your phone and it’s nice to get out of the house.” You say.

You’re at a corporate barbecue for your work and you took your goddaughter with you. Lexie lost her mom, your best friend, almost a year ago and she was left to you.

“That’s not true!” She said. “I went to the beach last month!” She states.

“Point made, but I was with you.” You say.

Lexie made a grumbling noise and continued to walk next to you.

“Is Iron Man and the Avengers going to be here?” Lexie asks.

“Tony Stark has to be here cause it’s his company and as for the Avengers, I don’t know if they’re going to be here.” You answered.

You greeted your coworkers and introduced Lexie to them. As you were talking to them, you couldn’t help but notice a guy staring at you a few feet away. Lexie noticed it too and smirked to herself, coming up with a plan in her head.

“Y/N, I’m going to get something to drink.” Lexie says.

“Ok. Get me something to drink too please.” You say.

She nodded before walking away to the drink table. She did get something to drink, but as she was walking back, she walked up to Bucky.

“Sir?” She says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yes?” Bucky answers.

“Not that I’m being nosy or anything, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’re staring at the woman over there.” She says.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He apologizes.

“No need to apologize.” She replies. “I can introduce you to her if you want.” She suggests.

“Oh, that’s ok. I don’t want to intrude.” He says.

“It’s ok.” She says with a smile.

Lexie motioned for Bucky to follow her, in which he did after a short hesitation.

“She hasn’t been on a date in a while so go easy on the flirting.” Lexie tells him.

“Oh ok.” Bucky says.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why a 12 year old is telling him this. You excused yourself from the conversation with your coworkers when Lexie walked back to you with the guy who was looking at you.

“I thought you were getting something to drink?” You say in a quiet voice.

“I did.” Lexie hands you your drink. “I also brought you a guy.” She tells you. “Sir, this is Y/N.” She introduces you to Bucky.

“I’m Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself to you, holding his hand out for you to shake, which you did.

“Now that you two know each other’s names, I’m going to let the two of you talk.” She says.

“Stay where I can see you.” You tell her.

Lexie nodded and walked away, leaving you and Bucky alone. You gave him a polite smile, trying not to make anything awkward between the two of you.

“Is that girl your little sister?” Bucky asks curiously.

“No. She’s my goddaughter. We get that a lot.” You answered. “Her name is Lexie and she’s 12. Her mom passed away almost a year ago and I’m all she has.” You explained.

“I’m sorry to hear about that. No kid should go through that.” He says sincerely.

You smile softly and nodded in agreement.

“Lexie mentioned that you haven’t been on any dates in a while.” He says.

“She shouldn’t have said that, but she’s not wrong.” You say.

“So…” He starts. “What do you look for in a man?” He asks curiously and upfront.

“You’re pretty straightforward, aren’t you?” You chuckled. “That’s part of what I like in a man.” You admitted. “I also like when men are sensitive and buy me flowers.” You tell him. “Those are just the basics of what I like in a man.” You say.

“Well, lucky for you, I can do both of those things.” He says with a flirty smile in a flirtatious tone.

Meanwhile, Lexie was sitting at a table where you can see her. She had some chips and a soda while she watched you and Bucky flirt pathetically with each other. She couldn’t hear what you two were saying so she just watched the pathetic flirting. She was also curious to know if Bucky was trying to ask you out on a date.

“What do you look for in a woman?” You curiously asked Bucky.

“So you’re the one who’s being straightforward now, huh?” Bucky playfully jokes and chuckles softly. “Everything I like in women is everything you have, doll.” He says softly and moved a piece of your hair from your face.

“Even if I have a godchild?” You asked.

“Yes.” He replies with a smile.

“If we’re going to see each other again, that means we’re going to have to exchange phone numbers.” You say with a hopeful smile.

“Fine by me.” He says, taking his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you.

You put your name and phone number in Bucky’s phone. You handed Bucky your phone and he did the same thing. Lexie came back at the same time you were giving his phone back to him.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Lexie chimes in, looking from you to Bucky.

“You’re not. I have to get back to my friends. It was nice meeting the both of you.” Bucky says before walking away.

You gave him a smile and Lexie waved bye to him.

“So when’s your first date?” Lexie curiously asks you with a grin on her face.

You couldn’t help but blush and softly giggle when she said that. Little did you and Lexie know that Bucky heard her say that. He smiles to himself and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, knowing that yours and his first date will be very soon. Sooner than you think actually. Little did you know that Lexie was playing matchmaker and was Bucky’s wingman.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[airbendertendou]

bts ft tokyorev !! jus something small to get me back into posting <3

[including : mikey, kokonoi, mitsuya, inupi + yuzuha]

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— MiKEY! ♥︎ "me from the moon, you from the stars."

there you were again, as you always were. sipping from the sweetest drink you could stand, lips pursed around the straw. as you watched everyone else, mikey watched you.

this is where he first saw you before, too. before kazutora - before kanto - before all the tragedy. when he was still lingering on the cusp of sanity, mikey spotted you.

things were different now - he was different now. a nudge to his arm - takemichi nods in your direction with his chin. "now's your chance. like you always wanted."

a deep breath, and then he's standing in front of you. blinking at the stark white boots in your vision, you gaze up. like a halo, the sun shines around him, bouncing off of the grin mikey sends your way. you gulp down your drink, "sano. hello."

mikey's breath hitches in his throat as he stumbles out his own greeting. "what are you thinking about right now?"

you were starstuck, truthfully, seeing the boy you wanted to talk to for ages standing in front of you. you couldn't say that, though - it'd be embarrassing to admit your bashfulness of him.

"right now?" you purse your lips again and mikey hopes you don't see the trickle of color on his cheeks. "that... you look nice when you smile, sano."

"mikey," he corrects you. with another deep breath, he takes a seat to your left. "call me mikey. i'll call you [first name]."

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— KOKONOi! ♥︎ "all i know is how to love you."

being related to sanzu came with strange rules. you always had to stick by his side - always had to reassure him you were safe and happy. why he chose you and not senju - why he forbid you from speaking with takeomi - you'd never know.

maybe it had something to do with mikey preferring you over them as well.

whatever it was, it led you here. in a stormy, darkened apartment as your brother went in search of the haitani's. mikey was peering outside of the window longingly - he did that a lot, these days.

"want something to drink?" the voice causes you to stiffen, chills covering every inch of you. kokonoi glances your way, "it's chilly in here. want something warm?"

your body was on fire the longer he kept his attention on you, actually. shaking your head, you look down to break his gaze from you. koko shrugs as he stands, "suit yourself. want somethin', boss?"

everything after that echoes. being around kokonoi hajime was the biggest obstacle you've faced. seeing him around town was bad enough. now that he was at your brothers side? you were going to scream.

a steaming, pastel mug is held in front of you. koko sips from his own charcoal gray cup. "your fingers are shaking, liar."

gulping, your shaking fingers take the mug from koko with a shy, quiet thank you. even though he's still looking out of the window, you can see a smirk on mikey's face in the reflection. you wanted to throw the stupid mug his way.

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— MiTSUYA! ♥︎ "i want the you that wants me again."

a stalemate. that's where your relationship curently fell. he spent more time at work than with you - more time with everyone else. biting your lip to prevent tears, you dial his number again.

"i can't really talk right now," mitsuya says instead of a greeting. you remember when he would grin down at the phone when you called. remember when he would all you cutesy, almost cringey pet-names so often you'd forget your own name. he lets out a sigh, "did you need something?"

you forget everything you'd prepared to say. every accusation ; every fear ; every inch of begging to get him to stay. your lips part, "should we end it here?"

"huh?"

you look around the house you'd created together. the pictures you'd taken, the couch cushions and blankets you bought together. half-empty candles that hadn't been lit in months. your bottom lip wobbles as you speak through tears. "should we break up? this relationship doesn't seem happy anymore."

mitsuya stays silent. that seemingly answers for him. you nod slowly, wiping the tears that have trickled down your cheeks. "okay. i'll have my things packed before you're back." whenever that will be.

"don't," he sounds out of breath. mitsuya heaves in a breath that sounds like a sob. he lets out a cough, rustling in the background that he speaks over. "don't say that. don't do that. i'm- i'm coming home, okay? stay right there."

you decide over the dial tone if you'd still be home or not when he arrives.

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— iNUPi! ♥︎ "just one day, just one day."

jade eyes trail after you endlessly. you nod along to the beat of the song you're listening to, dusting here and there. catching his reflection in the tv, you smirk. "when you volunteered to help, seishu, i didn't think you'd mean just sitting there."

blinking, inupi shrugs as if he wasn't just imagining a sweet, domestic life with you. "you won't let me help."

you turn with a crinkled nose, "you don't clean things right!"

"that's not possible." his voice trails off so he can watch you again. your hips are movng to the music now as you shrug him off. inupi sighs, his chin falling to his hand as he gazes lovingly.

he could see it now. you'd both be a little older, in an apartment that didn't quite fit two people. you'd share the bathroom and the bed, helping wash each other's face and sharing soap when you ran out. you'd make dinner and breakfast together to complain about work or talk about the wild dreams he knew you had.

it was something he did and would probably always yearn for.

a press to his cheek causes his entire face to flame. you tap his nose with a mischiveous grin, going back to your cleaning. a galnce to your mirror shows a sticky residue on his cheek - one that matched the lipgloss you were wearing.

inupi blinks, "did you kiss me?"

"maybe!"

he springs up from his seat within a second as your laughter rings around the room. his own smile covers his face as he chases you. "shouldn't i reciprocate it? hey, get back here!"

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— YUZUHA! ♥︎ "to see you? to meet you?"

passing letters through her younger brother, secrets pressed in places you both passed - that was how you spoke with her now. since taiju knew - once he figured it out - he forbade his sister from any and every relationship.

especially if it was with you.

hakkai pants as he stops in front of you, creamsicle envelope in his hand. you could already smell yuzuha's perfume wafting from it - could envision the kiss marks she'd left on the pages. hakkai places his hands on his hips, "this is exhausting, you know?"

you glare his way, "tell your stupid brother to give yuzuha her phone back."

"you tell him!" hakkai looks around with wide, terrified eyes. "don't call him stupid, though."

scoffing, you peel the letter from his sweaty palms. "i'll end him if i need to. he's never met a scorned, pissed off lover before."

hakkai shivers, taking a miniscule step back away from you. "...you could take him, probably."

you dismiss him with a grin, ready to read every word yuzuha couldn't say to you.

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Flufftober '23 | Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to the Masterlist of my participation in Flufftober 2023, hosted by @flufftober! 🖤

On this Masterlist you'll find the prompts I've filled along the way, which will combine angst, fluff, and smut. Each one shot will have their own appropriate warnings when necessary. All stories will be 'x Fem!Reader' unless specified otherwise.

If you want to check out all my other works, you can find them on my Main Masterlist. For now I hope you will have fun with all the fanfics I'm creating during my first time participating in Flufftober! 🧡

I chose not to work with a tag list. If you want to be updated when I post new fanfics, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library 🖤

Divider made by @cafekitsune | Header & 18+ banner made by yours truly

I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 because I could not have finished this challenge without your amazing help! From providing the most amazing and drool-worthy GIFs to coming up with the sweetest ideas and the best titles, you have helped me more than I can ever show you. I love you so much, and again, I can not thank you enough for all the work you did for my Flufftober Challenge! ❤️

🥀 = Angst | 🧡 = Fluff | 🔥 = Smut

Day 1 | It'll be okay | 🥀 🧡 | Chris Evans Prompt: ''I've got you'' After nearly a decade of being together, you're going through an intense breakup, so you're at a loss about what to do with yourself. Luckily for you, your best friend Chris knows exactly what to do to make you feel better, and you're very thankful to have him in your life.

Day 2 | I do! Again! | 🧡 🔥 | Robert Downey Jr. Prompt: Family, friends, loved ones Your 10th wedding anniversary with Robert is coming up, and he is planning a special vacation for you and your little family, though it'll have a twist you will know about once you arrive. He ensures every last detail is perfect, and it will become a vacation you'll never forget.

Day 3 | Together, forever | 🥀 🧡 🔥 | Iron Man!Tony Stark Prompt: ''Wait, you love me?'' - ''I've always loved you'' You and Tony have been head over heels in love with one another for as long as you can remember. It isn't until someone is injured and nearly loses their life that your feelings come out, and both of you wish you would have shared your feelings sooner, especially after seeing how fragile human life is.

Day 4 | Perfect coincidence | 🧡 | Bucky Barnes Prompt: Have your characters share the last table at a café You find yourself in a rainstorm and seek refuge in a warm-looking coffee shop. When there's only one table left, you share it with a handsome stranger who introduces himself as Bucky Barnes and his fluffy white cat, Alpine. What started as one of the worst days quickly became one of the best.

Day 7 | Swinging together | 🧡 | Tony Stark Prompt: Porch swing You have always dreamt of having a porch swing on your porch, and now that you and Tony are moving into your new house, this is the perfect opportunity. He will do anything to build it before your baby boy arrives and complete your little family.

Day 8 | Dancing in the rain | 🧡 | Loki Laufeyson Prompt: Rainy day Both you and Loki decide to make the best of a rainy day. He starts the day with breakfast in bed, and you decide to bake him a pumpkin pie in the afternoon. When you suddenly want to dance in the rain with him, something shifts between you, and you can't keep your hands off one another.

Day 10 |Mile High Club | 🧡 🔥 | Iron Man!Tony Stark Prompt: Love of my life You and Tony have been in a secret relationship for the past seven months, and you're being sent on the first mission for just the two of you since you've become an Avenger. Seeing how the two of you will have nothing but time during the long flight to the other side of the world, he wants nothing more than to make you a part of the Mile High Club.

Day 11 | Chocolate lovers | 🥀 🧡 🔥 | Young!Tony Stark Prompt: Sweet tooth + Hot chocolate Your daughter, Orion, has been wanting hot chocolate as a treat for a while now, and you and Tony are finally giving her just that. Though Tony's sweet tooth craves something much sweeter, he can't help but make it even more delicious by adding some sweet chocolate syrup.

Day 12 | Spin The Bottle | 🧡 🔥 | Robert Downey Jr. Prompt: ''Oh no, you're a morning person!'' Robert has been your best friend for a few years, and the sexual tension between both of you has only grown stronger. When, after an innocent game of Spin The Bottle, the small, flickering fire officially bursts out into a sea of flames, you experience the most satisfying, gentle, and perfect first time together you could have wished for.

Day 14 | My favorite piece of art | 🧡 | Bucky Barnes Prompt: ''I hate it'' - ''No you don't'' You've been trying to get Bucky to model for you for the longest time. When he finally agrees, you decide to go all out and make a beautiful painting of him to highlight everything you love about him. When he sees the end result, he can't help but joke about it, but deep inside, he's very moved and touched that you did this for him.

Day 16 | Lullaby | 🧡 | Andy Barber Prompt: Singing one another to sleep After a long, stressful day at work, there's nothing you enjoy more than sitting next to your husband, Andy, when he's playing the piano and singing to you. These moments work like a charm to get you to fall asleep, and you two lovingly call them your own lullaby.

Day 17 | A new start | 🧡 | Ari Levinson Prompt: Encouraging s.o. to reach a goal You've always dreamt of turning your career around, starting in a new field. When you mention this idea to your husband, Ari, he is very supportive in the best way he knows how to be.

Day 19 | We'll always protect you | 🥀 🧡 | Steve Rogers Prompt: Keeping someone safe Steve's dream has always been to become a Dad, and suddenly, that opportunity seems closer than he could ever have envisioned. When a little girl is abandoned in front of the Avengers Compound, he can't help but take an immediate liking to her, and he feels the urge to keep her safe no matter what.

Day 20 | Spooky celebration | 🧡 | Sebastian Stan Prompt: Pumpkin You moved to the U.S. not too long ago, and this year will be your first Halloween celebration there. When your friend Sebastian finds out you’ve never celebrated it, he's taking out all the stops to make your first Halloween a spooky celebration to never forget.

Day 22 | Apple picking | 🧡 | Young!Tony Stark Prompt: Picking You've grown up with the tradition of going apple picking each fall, and now that you and Tony have your own little family, you want to keep this tradition going. As you, Tony, Orion, and Hudson go to a local apple farm during an apple-picking event, you're soaking up every second and enjoying every moment.

Day 23 | A beautiful collection | 🧡 🔥 | Ari Levinson Prompt: Trinket Whenever you and Ari visit a new place together during a vacation, you two search for the silliest magnets to add to your ever-growing collection. Usually, you're the one who brings them home, but this time, Ari has found a rather special one that you want to keep forever.

Day 25 | Reading nook | 🧡 | Steve Rogers Prompt: Nook You recently moved into a new house that'll accommodate you and your growing family, but your one wish in the new house has yet to come true. You've wanted a reading nook for a long time, and when you're away on business, Steve decided to surprise you by making the reading nook of your dreams.

Day 26 | Love by the fire | 🧡 | Iron Man!Tony Stark Prompt: Fireplace Tony has taken you for a weekend away to a small cabin in the woods where it'll just be the two of you, and no one around for miles to interrupt. The weather outside is cold, but the atmosphere inside the cabin is almost reaching it's boiling point as you two can't keep your hands off each other.

Day 29 | I'll always be by your side | 🥀 🧡 | Iron Man!Tony Stark Prompt: ''Hey! Wake up!'' What was supposed to be a comfortable, easy Sunday turned into one of the worst as you're caught off guard by your period and in horrible pain. Luckily, your boyfriend, Tony, is by your side to make you feel better and spoil you absolutely rotten.

Day 31 | Spiked candy | 🧡 | Iron Man!Tony Stark Prompt: Dreams do come true You've had a crush on Tony for as long as you can remember, but you didn't know he also has one on you. During his annual Halloween party, he makes a move using a project he's been working on for a long time, and they have precisely the desired effect because you couldn't be happier the morning after. Your dream of being his might finally come true after all.

[murderloverz]

HI ‼️ this time I brought some random ones, but after this I'm going to do one just for ewan mitchell.... it's inevitable I love him sm....

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[lokis-dark-queen]

Even in the Dark, I Feel your Resistance

Avenger Loki/Avenger Reader Fluff

Summary: You are terrified of the dark and all the scary things that could be lurking in it. After recalling a special memory with Loki, you go to him once again for comfort in the form of cuddles and deep conversations.

Warnings/Notes: Rated E for everyone! Loki tried to act cold and mean for a millisecond but he breaks pretty easy. This was an old request that I couldn’t see until now thanks to my inbox being practically nonexistent for me *rolls eyes*. But the problem is solved so we’re all good!

Request By: @lokihiddleston4

Word count: 2.3k

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You stared silently at your bed as you prepared to turn the lights out, fearful of the inevitable darkness that would soon consume your room. You were ashamed of your fear, you were an adult! Not just any adult but an Avenger, you lived with them in their highly guarded tower that housed literal super soldiers and gods! Yet here you were, afraid of the dark of all things. 

You had fought villains and monsters, victoriously living another day to tell the tale. The dark wouldn’t hurt you, would it? Maybe it was what could possibly be lurking in the shadows that scared you. And after your most recent mission that involved hunting down mutilated alien monsters that were straight out of a nightmare, sleep seemed unreachable. 

You never told anyone about your fear, well, no one except Loki. The dark, brooding god who many feared somehow got that information out of you. 

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It all happened one stormy night when the team arrived at the tower well after dark, soaking wet from the rain. The tower was dark, every corner hidden by a shadow. Tony claimed that the generators had failed and the elevators were down, therefore everyone would have to climb the dark stairs to return to their rooms. Damn Stark and his iffy technology, perhaps he should properly test it against harsh conditions instead of immediately making it the prime source of power for the tower which housed and employed hundreds if not thousands of people. 

Everyone found flashlights or used their phones to find their way back. You, however, forgot your phone in your room that was many stories above your head. Everyone departed quickly, the only person who you could ask for help was Loki as he used the glow of his sedir that he had manifested into a ball of light in his hand. He seemed to stay behind for longer than the others, to this day you don't know why. 

“L-Loki?” You recalled stuttering his name, trying your best to hide your fear. 

“Yes, agent?” He asked. 

“Can I walk with you? I forgot my phone and I couldn’t find a flashlight. I mean, we're on the same floor so it shouldn't be an issue I hope.” 

You couldn’t see him well until the room lit up with a flash of lightning, causing him to tense up, “Of course, agent. Don’t fall behind.” He turned around to continue his journey back to his room. 

You remembered your struggle to keep up with him amongst all those flights of stairs, his long legs carried him significantly faster than yours could. Eventually you tripped on a stair in your attempts to catch up, letting out a small yelp as you fell to your knees. The darkness wrapped around you as you stayed there, too scared to move. 

The darkness soon drifted away as an orb of light came towards you and a hand reached out to you. 

“Are you hurt?” Loki asks, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“N-no, I don’t- I don’t think so.” You didn’t mean to cry in front of him, you couldn’t stop. 

“Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?” His deep voice went soft, a deft finger met your cheek as he wiped a tear from your face. 

Shame flooded you, how could you tell him such an embarrassing fear? 

“I just don’t like the dark.” You choked. 

“You are afraid of it?” He asks. 

You nod, confirming his words, “Terrified.” 

“Come here.” He reached his hand out, offering for you to take it. You gladly did so, needing the support of another. He helped you up and pulled you close to him. You recalled his scent, the wet pieces of inky hair that framed his face. He was normally so well kept, not a hair out of place. He looked so raw, so vulnerable. “Hold on to me, okay? I promise to walk slower.” 

“Thank you.” You croaked, your arm now locked with his. 

He walked you all the way back to your room that night. You recalled how his muscles would tense underneath his shirt at every rumble of thunder or strike of lightning. You didn’t think too much about it as you firmly held his arm, every thought of your fear melted away when you were with him. It was a feeling that no one else had ever made you feel. 

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You pulled yourself out of your head, remembering where you were right now. The thought of Loki’s support gave you the strength to turn off the light before you ran and jumped into your bed, taking cover under the sheets. They gave you a fleeting moment of safety before you looked at the dark room surrounding you. Pale moonlight seeped through the small cracks where your curtains failed to meet, flooding small pieces of your room with the subtle light. Was it your head or did you see something move out of the corner of your eye? You had no pet or other living thing in the room, so obviously it was nothing… Right? 

Your eyes were wide as they stared at the shadows caused by the little slivers of moonlight, you recalled every piece of furniture in your room trying to comfort yourself, they were only shadows. You counted your dresser, your couch, your television, inanimate objects that were harmless. The shadows stared back at you, at least you thought they did. If you stayed here you knew you would not be sleeping. 

You didn’t think twice as you shot out of bed, wrapping a blanket around yourself as you ran out your door, using the flashlight on your phone to light your path. After that night, you never forgot it again. Your feet led you somewhere safe, to someone safe, someone who understood you. And you prayed that he was awake to hear your knock at the door. 

Sure enough, the door opened after you heard muffled footsteps on the other side. 

“It is late.” He states the obvious. 

“That’s the point. I can’t sleep, the shadows-” You began to explain before he moved aside, inviting you in. 

“I know darling, come in.” 

You carefully walk past his tall frame, turning your head to hide your blush. You had no idea he slept shirtless. 

“I apologize if I woke you, I can go back.” You take it back. 

“Well, we can’t let those pesky shadows get to you, can we?” He leans down slightly, brushing a tangled strand of hair behind your ear. 

You smile and shake your head, “No.” 

Loki walks back to his side of the bed as you stay frozen in place, your stomach feeling as if it were a butterfly cage. Only a lamp lit the room as he pulled the green comforter back, patting the empty spot next to him, motioning for you to join him. 

You walk over to join him, still wrapped in your own blanket from your room. Loki gave you a soft smile as the bed dipped next to him from your body meeting his mattress. He reaches out for your blanket that covers your body. 

“May I?” He asks for permission to unwrap it from your body. 

“But I need it!” You protest, holding it tighter. 

“No you won’t, not with me here. I’ve got you, nothing ever will harm you.” He promises. 

You take his word and loosen the blanket as his hand takes over to remove it and place it aside on the bed. You wore a loose tee with short cotton shorts to bed, his eyes lingered before looking back into yours, your heart skipping a beat as they met. Surely he noticed the pink tint on your cheeks, you noticed he had it too. 

“Get comfortable, my dear.” He says before turning around to turn off the lamp at his bedside. 

“Loki?” You cautiously warn him. 

“It’s okay, just close your eyes.” He softly demands. 

You do as he says, jumping slightly at the slight ‘click’ of the lamp turning off. You couldn’t stop yourself as your eyes came open once again to meet the darkness around you. There was something in the darkness this time, however, It didn’t scare you. Loki moved next to you, wrapping his arms around your form next to him. You buried your face into his chest, his familiar scent filled your lungs like a drug. 

“What did I tell you? You didn’t keep your eyes closed.” He laughs smoothly. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” You apologize into his skin. 

“Don’t worry darling, nothing will come to harm you.” He assures you, playing with your hair against his pillow. 

“I know that but I’m still scared when the lights go off and I don’t know why. It is so childish.” You shame yourself. 

Loki pulls you up to him, your faces so close. You can feel his warm breath in tandem with his gentle touch that slowly calmed you to a state of fearless comfort. 

“It is a fear, my love. We all have them, not just children. Some of us may grow out of them, some of us may not. It’s just an inevitable part of living.” His deep voice seeps into every pore of your skin. 

“What are you afraid of, Loki? If you don't want to tell me it’s fine.” You tell him, not wanting him to feel pressured. He is doing more for you than you ever thought he would. 

“Thunder.” He describes his fear in one word. 

You stay silent for a second, not expecting such a quick response from the god. “But your brother-” You begin before he cuts you off. 

“I know. I had to grow up with rumbles of thunder shaking the palace walls as my brother discovered his power. Sleep constantly escaped my grasp at night. I was too ashamed to tell him to stop, instead I told my mother who scolded him properly.” He gives a little laugh as he recalls the memory, “I’ve gotten over it, mostly. It still gets to me sometimes.” 

You remembered the night that he walked you back to your room, when he would jump slightly whenever a clap of thunder shook the walls. “You hide it so well, I would have never known.” 

“It helps when I have you by my side. I suppose that night we were helping each other face our fears.” He grins in the dark, inching his face closer to yours, so close that your noses were now lightly brushing against each other. 

A comfortable moment of silence was shared between you two. He brought his hand up from underneath the covers and placed it over yours that was tucked by your chest. He wanted to make a move, you could tell. But he was so scared, so cautious, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Little did he know that in this moment, it was the most comfort you had ever felt in your life. You inched even closer, your lips ghosting against each other. 

Loki could only ignore his feelings for you for so long before they would come to a head. He felt so strong that night that he helped you, despite the storm. Having someone rely on him and trust him, it was a feeling that he had never felt before. 

“Do you want to know why I stayed behind that night, even after everyone else departed?” He reminds you of that night once again. 

“Why?” You ask in a hushed tone. 

“Because I wanted to help you. And I wanted you to stay with me so that I wouldn’t be alone.” He confesses. 

“Why me specifically?” You question him with flushed curiosity. 

“I wasn’t sure at the time. You just had this presence that comforted me, I didn’t understand it.” Your fear of the dark is nearly forgotten as you listen to him speak. 

“Do you understand it now, the feeling?” Your fingers intertwined with his hand that was resting on yours. 

“If I'm not mistaken, I think we both do. You are… different. In a good way, of course. I’ve never been this comfortable, this honest with any other person, not even my own family. I’m drawn to you, my love, if I may have the pleasure of calling you that?” He lifts your hand up from beneath the sheets to give it a soft kiss. Even in the dark, you can see the sincerity in his beautiful eyes. 

Your smile is hidden by the darkness surrounding you two. Instead of instilling you in fear, it wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The dark made the perfect background for such a deep and intimate conversation as his warmth surrounded you, protecting you from the outside world. You didn’t answer, no words could describe what you were feeling right now. You didn’t need them anyway. Instead you confirmed your feelings with a light kiss to his lips beneath the cover of night. It was short and sweet, he barely had time to process what just happened as he silently gasped. 

“Does that answer your question?” You grasp his hand tighter. 

Loki groans in content, moving his body to settle even deeper into the mattress. Your legs tangled with his and your face found a home in the crook of his neck, his black strands of hair tickled your forehead before he leaned down to kiss it. 

“It does.” 

It was there, in the arms of your god, you drifted into a peaceful sleep. A deep sleep with no frights or nightmares. The darkness, the one thing that you feared the most, surrounded your bodies and enveloped your space. Your old fear turning into your closest friend, making it seem that the whole world melted away and the two of you remained. He was the only thing that mattered, and to him, you were his whole world. A world with no fear or darkness, only love and peaceful nights, forever.

[ladygreywritesstuff]

Stardew Valley:

Dig Deep -- Farmer/Marlon -- 12/12 Chapters

Stargazers -- Farmer/Marlon -- a sequel to Dig Deep -- 1/? Chapters

Just Enjoying the View -- Farmer/Marlon -- smutty one-shot

Other one-shots and drabbles

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF:

What Storms May Blow -- OC of House Frey/Barristan Selmy -- 25/29 Chapters

A Promise Broken -- Tywin Lannister/Joanna Lannister -- drabble

Elevator Music -- OC/Tywin Lannister, Modern AU -- one-shot

Kissing Roose -- various/Roose Bolton -- drabble collection

Wrong Address -- Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Modern AU -- 3/3 Chapters

True or False -- OC/Roose Bolton -- 26/26 Chapters

Not Today -- Arya Stark/Jaqen H'ghar, Modern AU -- 3/3 Chapters

Therapy -- Roose Bolton/Fat Walda Frey, Modern AU -- one-shot

Protégé -- Roose Bolton/Arya Stark (aged up), Modern AU -- one-shot

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[legitalicat]

Here are some WIPS with no context but their headers and ships.

Gale Dekarios x Alisanne the Druid (my OC)

Jacaerys Velaryon x Stark!Reader

Jacaerys Velaryon x House Seaver Reader (kinda OC house)

Abraham x Reader

(Abraham board done by @zaldritzosrose)

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

hoodie szn (but make it jolly)

pairing: non-idol!bf!Chan x fem!reader (ft. roommate!Soonyoung)

genre: fluff, smut, comedy

warnings: mentions of food, reader is implied to be petite, fingering, use of pet names, whipped chan but also a tease, exhibitionism? sorta?, soonyoung is a cockblock on accident, playful banter, mentions of food

word count: ~1.9k

summary: getting snowed in with your boyfriend isn't as bad as you think - you can put up some early decorations, steal your boyfriend's hoodie - did we mention getting fucked in that hoodie?

Author’s note: Hello! This is my entry for the snowventeen collab of @svthub​! Be sure to check out the rest of the fics as well <3 Happy holidays!

p.s.: have this terribly made header with early 2010s wattpad style lmao

“The snow has already covered the biggest part of the city, the roads are closed off until further notice. Citizens are advised to stay at home and cut down on any unnecessary transports for their own safety”.

“Wonderful…”, you sigh and turn off the television, slouching back in the cushions of the couch. You definitely didn’t expect getting snowed in the day after sleeping over at your boyfriend’s apartment.

But then again, when was the last time you actually saw snow in the city? Might as well enjoy it, right?

You open the curtains once more to take a peek into the now white streets, just a handful of people walking around in heavy clothing, clutching the grocery bags in their hands with all the necessary supplies.

A chill runs down your spine and you realize that you’re still in your rather thin pajamas, which aren’t really the best option for such weather. You skip to Chan’s bedroom and start rummaging through his closet, hoping you’ll find something warm and cozy enough. Your eyes shine when you spot a stark white hoodie of his, although you’re a tiny bit disappointed when you notice that the hoodie is sleeveless. 

“Eh, I’ll just put a shirt underneath”, you deadpan and open the drawer right below, where Chan keeps some of your shirts - those you forget whenever you sleep over, at least.

Your intuition is proven correct as you spot a long sleeved black shirt and you waste zero time in changing into the handpicked clothes.

You do a once-over at the mirror and notice your bare legs, suddenly feeling very cold down there. “Damn, I’m sure I’ve brought socks with me…”, you mutter and search through your bag again. “Aha!”, you exclaim when you finally find your pair of black thigh high socks - which, coincidentally, are Chan’s favorite on you (you definitely didn’t do that on purpose).

A few minutes pass and you’re found in the living room again, laying on the couch, scrolling on social media out of boredom. You sigh as you look at the posted pictures, decorated balconies and Christmas trees, hot beverages and gingerbread houses. You close your phone, putting it down on the table, whining in defeat.

You glance around and notice that Chan's apartment is very much ordinary and in desperate need of Christmas decorations. Well, might as well keep yourself busy with something, right?

You get up and start searching around the house to find any obnoxiously big boxes that could possibly contain said decorations. 

Living room? Nope. Soonyoung's room? Out of bounds, not stepping in there. Chan's room? Not there either. 

"Where the hell are they…", you mutter and go to the bathroom to splash some water on your face, when you see a box awkwardly sticking out right next to the washing machine. Nah, it can't be, you think but you nonetheless try to pull it out and lift it up, a quite familiar sound echoing from within.

"I swear to God…", you plop the box down and remove the tape, rolling your eyes as you see that there are, indeed, Christmas stuff in there.

"These damn idiots", you grumble as you take out the colorful lights, trying to detangle them from the mess they currently are in. You’re caught up in separating all the garlands and mistletoes when the door clcks open, revealing your boyfriend (who could easily pass for a snowman in his current state).

“Babe, I’m h- what the fuck happened in here”, Chan deadpans while taking off his snow-covered shoes, leaving them on the doormat.

“That’s what I said when I realized it’s literally two days away from Christmas and you still don’t have Christmas decor in your apartment!”, you point at the open box, filled with mistletoes, lights and tree charms. “If anything, it makes me think you forgot about Christmas”, you plop on the couch with a disappointed pout. “Hey, that’s too far!”, he points at you in protest, “We just didn’t have enough time to decorate with Soonyoung”, he puts his jacket on the hanger, “Classes have been running crazy these days, everyone seems to wanna learn dancing for all the holiday parties”, he ruffles his hair a bit.

"Anyways, what were you doing outside with that weather?" you ask him, “Didn’t you freeze your ass off?”. “Yeah, I kinda did, but I managed to find food!”, he proudly flexes the bag with the warm takeout in it. “Aww, Channie, you didn’t have to”, “Shut up, of course I had to - It’s not like I always have my girlfriend staying over - with my flatmate not being here as well! Talk about luck, huh?”, “Well, I don’t know if getting snowed in counts as luck, but I’m not saying no to it”, you laugh.

After placing the food on the counter, Chan takes a more detailed glance at your current outfit.

“Babe, is that my hoodie?”, Chan raises an eyebrow, realizing that the sole clothing article covering your body, is indeed, his hoodie.

“Yeah, it is - does it look good on me?”, you hop off the couch and twirl around in a cute way, but you don’t realize the hoodie rides up and it reveals part of your ass - along with your lacy white thong.

Chan immediately gets up and pulls you flush to his body, his hands smoothing over the fabric, yet his palms ending up on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“Baby, it looks really good on you”, he smiles, his voice dropping a few octaves, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“So good I wanna make you cum while you wear it”.

“Channie!”, you yelp at his words, skin flushing at the thought of your boyfriend doing such unspeakable things to you, “May I remind you that you don’t live alone?”, you reprimand him and he rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss on your cheek, a radiant grin on his face. “Y/N, Soonyoung isn’t even here today and he won’t be able to return until the roads are cleaned up”, “You’re so insufferable sometimes”, you roll your eyes at him, but he merely brings you closer to him, making you back step towards the couch.

The back of your legs hit the cushions of the couch and you plop down on it with a giggle, Chan caging you with his body, his radiant smile captivating as ever.

"Hi", "Hey, handsome", you reply and he leans down to kiss you, spreading your legs to give him space. Chan gets the message and slots himself between them, his hands now running over your legs and the thigh highs.

"You brought these on purpose, didn't you?", he tugs at the elastic band, making it snap against your skin. "Maybe", you let out a tiny yelp as his fingers make contact with your covered core, rubbing your pussy over your flimsy panties.

"Naughty girl", Chan bites his bottom lip and slides your thong to the side, letting out a groan when he watches your pussy glistening with your juices, his fingers itching to slide in. “Chan, come on”, you whine, your hand wrapping around his wrist to pull his hand closer to where you need him the most. “Gosh, you’re so impatient”, he chuckles and you glare at him, opting to close your legs out of spite, but he’s having none of it.

“Baby, don’t misbehave”, Chan pins your right thigh with his free hand, the other one finally touching your pussy, making you moan out loud, “You wouldn’t really want me to leave you high and wet like that, right?”, he grins. “N-No, I don’t want you to stop”, you mutter, bringing your hand over your mouth to muffle the rest of your moans threatening to spill from your mouth. “What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you”, he sing-songs with the most teasing lilt he can muster. “Fuck, Chan, stop teasing and give me your fingers, please!”, you whine again, but it turns into a loud gasp when you feel your boyfriend’s fingers sink into your soaked core, instantly clenching down on them.

“Damn, baby, you’re sucking them right in, so fucking greedy”, Chan’s breath tickles your ear, his lips barely touching that weak spot behind it. You mentally beg he abuses that spot with his mouth, just like the way he knows.

He starts pumping them in a rather fast pace, his thumb reaching to rub your swollen clit, eliciting moan after moan from your lips. It’s as if he reads your thoughts when you feel his lips suck on that spot behind your ear, your mouth forming in an ‘o’ shape. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, so fucking well, fuck”, Chan moans, his own self-control wearing thin as his cock twitches with every little sound you make. “More, give me more”, you whine, your hand reaching to Chan’s crotch, palming his bulge over his pants, making him groan, his head leaning forward, forehead touching yours, breaths almost mingling together.

The both of you are completely lost in pleasure, your boyfriend’s fingers never stopping their motions, rubbing against your walls, that you completely miss the door clicking open, a different figure entering the apartment.

“Hello? Anyon- HOLY SHIT DUDE!”, the source of the voice snaps the both of you out of it, making you scream out loud. 

“What the- Soonyoung?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”, Chan yelps as he notices his roommate standing frozen on the doorstep. He puts himself in front of you to somehow cover your body from the older man’s sight, in an attempt to save the last remnants of decency. “Um, I can still see her, uh”, he gestures vaguely towards your body and you hide your face under your boyfriend’s hoodie out of shame.

Chan takes a pillow and throws it towards his roommate, while trying his best to put your panties back on, ending up leaving you high and dry, against his will, mouthing an “I’m sorry” with an embarrassed expression. 

“Can you at least explain why the hell you’re here? Weren’t you supposed to stay at Seungkwan’s tonight?”, “Well yeah, that was the plan, until a power cut happened and both of our phones died out so I had no way to text you”, he lets out an awkward laugh. “Let me get this straight - you left Seungkwan all alone in his house without power?”, you straighten your clothes, legs feeling a bit wobbly.

“In my defense, he managed to send a text to another friend of his to spend the night there before his phone died”, Soonyoung tries to excuse himself. “And you didn’t think about doing the same?”, your boyfriend grits out of annoyance. “Oh…Ahah, you are not wrong there, buddy”, Soonyoung laughs, making the two of you sigh in defeat, “Yeah, sorry about that, Y/N”. “You’re lucky you’re Chan’s friend and I love you, otherwise I would have decapitated you”, “Okay easy there, tiger”, he laughs and goes into his room to change. You feel a pair of arms around your waist and Chan turns you around, pulling you flush to his chest.

“I promise to make it up to you, babe, I swear”, he whispers against your lips, his hands fisting your (his) hoodie. “You better hold up to your word, mister, or I’ll strangle you with that ugly garland”, “Is that a promise”, “Threat would be a more suitable word”, you retort playfully.

“I’ll accept it either way”, Chan kisses you again, grinning widely.

Maybe getting snowed in isn’t so bad after all.

[1000punks]

bonding. ᵇᵒⁿᵘˢ//living

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary OC)

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. smut, pwp, creampie (if you... squint?).

word count: 3,436

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. lots of gooey romantic smut while these two slowly figure out their future together.

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

header credit: here

Astarion approached them when he was ready, as before. It had taken a few days, and Festé respectfully kept their distance - even moving to their own bed in the rented rooms. He woke them up on the third night with nothing more than a cool palm against the small of their back. The tiefling had startled, lifting their cheek from the pillow.

They had already talked through the immediate aftermath when they were both still covered in viscera, then the elf had grown quiet. It was uncharacteristic of him. Festé rolled over slowly, looking up at him and smiling after a moment. He returned a shy one of his own. "Let's go downstairs, darling," the elf whispered, holding their boots out to them. "I want to talk." They nodded silently, following him into the din of the tavern and out to the street. Astarion turned once they were outdoors, looking a little lost.

"Star, what-" Festé started.

"There's something I'd like to show you, if that's all right? Something out in the city." He attempted an airy tone, but the tiefling knew better. A serious conversation was on the horizon.

"Of course," they whispered, holding out their hand. "Lead on."

He looked relieved as he took it. "This way. It's not far." The elf set an easy pace, and the two reached the familiar stone enclosure on the far side of the Lower City within ten minutes. Once entering, Astarion released their hand and drew a long breath; and Festé suspected that he was steeling himself. He continued forwards, and they followed in silence, stopping short when they watched him kneel at a particularly overgrown headstone. Calmly, he pried the vine and ivy from the face of the stone, and straightened up. Festé squinted at the partially faded name, and bit their lip with a nod as he cleared his throat.

"Nearly two hundred years, and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there." He gestured vaguely to the ground. "I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt." The comments he had made, more than once, about ruining his nails took on a stark new meaning under the moonlight, the tiefling mused. Astarion's head bowed slightly as they studied him. "Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood… Cazador was waiting. From that day on, I was his. Until today…" His voice was thick, and Festé drew closer, standing at his side. To their surprise, their cheeks were wet.

"How does it feel to be free?" The tiefling whispered.

"Exhilarating," he paused, glancing at them; and they edged closer. "Terrifying. Exhausting." Astarion's fingers ghosted over their wrist, searching for something, they guessed, to ground him in the moment. Slowly, they turned their hand over, and his fingertips brushed their palm. "There's almost nothing left of the person I was. Just a name on a rock." His eyes hadn't left the headstone, but they watched him, wanting to reach out and rest a reassuring hand on his cheek. They thought better of it - if he wanted touch, he would seek it out. "For nearly two centuries, I stalked the streets like a ghost while the person I was lay here, dead and buried." The elf's tone lightened marginally, and he lifted his chin, smirking grimly. "Now… I need to figure out who I am. What I want."

As he turned to face them, his smile widened. Festé drew a breath to steady themself. "And… what do you want?" Their voice, though a whisper, seemed too loud in the silence of the graveyard.

He furrowed his eyebrows, grinning at them as if the answer was obvious. "You… I want you." Oh. Festé's arms went slack at their sides. They knew that they wanted this, and dared to hope; but he wanted them too? The tiefling turned their gaze to the ground. Was it wise? After everything, were they truly allowed this flicker of happiness? Cazador was slain, but Faerûn was still in peril, wasn't it? They could still both die tomorrow. Their eyes snapped back to his when he continued, his voice echoing softly off the stone walls. "You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust, and pain, and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me, when that was an objectively stupid thing to do." His smirk wasn't lost on them - he was teasing, but his words were the truth. They bit their lip; things felt suddenly more significant. Astarion knew, perhaps better than anyone, that tomorrow wasn't a promise, but he was being courageous despite all of that. It would have been so much easier for him to stay quiet, and to keep his feelings to himself, but he was here before them. He was… "I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don't want to lose that."

Tears were streaming freely down Festé's cheeks now, but their voice was strong. "You won't," they promised. "Whatever comes next, I've got you."

"Thank you," the elf breathed. They smiled when they heard the relief in his voice. "Well… I should probably fix this." Astarion knelt down once more, producing his dagger from its sheath, another smile curling his lips. Festé watched intently as he carved an addition into the stone, their knees nearly giving way when they saw what it was. They looked away for a moment, scanning the grasses surrounding the two of them before they found it, a few feet to their left. As Astarion was sitting down, they returned to his side, laying the unassuming white flower on his grave. He looked surprised at the gesture. "Cute," he teased. The tiefling rolled their eyes. The flower wasn't common, but they knew it fit the situation perfectly. Maybe they would be able to tell him the story one day. They knelt down with him, and there was a brief silence.

"I've been dead in the ground for long enough." The elf's voice was soft, not sultry, but soft; and they fought the urge to reach out to him. To cling to him and assure him that everything would be all right. But they stayed in place, feeling conflicted. Everything might not be all right, but they would be together. "It's time to try living again. With everything life has to offer." Astarion moved then, startling them by taking their hands. Festé searched for a hidden meaning in his words, chuckling nervously as they met his eyes.

"Meaning…?" There was a pregnant pause after they spoke. His eyes narrowed, something changing behind them. Something that the ranger had trouble pinning down.

"If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded." Was he serious? They searched his eyes once more, but he beat them to it. "You know, I didn't care for you when we first met." Festé blushed, feeling ashamed for a moment. "…But I do now. Being with you is about more than… lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance. I love you. I love this. And I want it all." When he leaned close, Festé almost moved away out of surprise. Or was it fear? Then his lips were on theirs and it didn't matter. The tiefling's fists clenched, their fingernails cutting into their palms; and they kissed him back with reckless abandon. As if he were air when they were drowning. Astarion was the light glimmering above the surface of the water.

They were certain he could hear their heart hammering against their ribs when he pulled away, and pushed them to the ground. Certain that it was a joke, or a cruel twist of fate. The tiefling was breathless, panting as they looked up at him. Before they could speak, he was against them once more, crawling over their body. They let out a sob of relief when his lips met theirs again, their fingers unsure for the first time in their life as they wound into his hair. Astarion pushed his knee up, taking their thigh with it; and he rested on top of them fully. Festé started to shake, matching the fervor in the pale elf's lips, giving his hair a gentle tug.

He broke away reluctantly, stiffening. "Darling… why are you crying?" His voice was velvet as he pecked at their cheek. "Did I…?"

"No, no," they hissed softly, burying their face in Astarion's neck. "No, gods, no. I love you too. I love you so much, Star," they gasped between messy kisses over his skin. "I'm s… I'm so happy."

"You have an interesting way of showing it, don't you, love?" He murmured, and they chuckled wetly. "Don't scare me like that, you little imp." Astarion rested his nose against theirs for a moment before he coaxed their lips apart with his once more. Festé hummed, pressing up against the elf as much as they could manage, fingers pulling gently through his hair. He let out an interesting sound at that.

"Did you just moan, Star?" they whispered against his lips while they shifted under him, and he scoffed.

"I… no," he hissed back. "Hush, I'm enjoying this, darling." One of his hands snaked up the front of their shirt, and Festé twitched bodily. "Have I ever told you how warm you are?" His voice was so quiet, that it seemed like he was saying it to himself. They felt the tip of his tongue trace the line of their neck; and his heavy sigh against their skin. With no warning, the elf sat up between Festé's thighs, giving them a curious look while pulling their shirt up. His hands shook when he smoothed them over the tiefling's stomach.

"Do you want-" They whispered, resting their hands over his, and he nodded quickly, anticipating the rest of their question. Festé smirked, unlacing their shirt before Astarion all but tore it open. The rough motion was immediately contrasted with soft fingertips against their sternum, and another heavy sigh. Astarion shook his head at them, raising an eyebrow as he rolled his hips forward slowly.

"You're so…" his voice was roughened, and the moonlight made his eyes flicker when he tilted his head.

"Beautiful?" the tiefling teased.

"Alive, love," the elf countered, pressing his hips forward once more as he caught theirs in his grip. "Bare-chested, under the moon, your skin all flushed." He chuckled softly. "'Beautiful' pales in comparison to all of that." Festé felt their chest tighten as he spoke; and they reached up, clutching gently at the front of the elf's shirt. Astarion bent down willingly, crushing his lips to theirs, and groaning softly in approval as Festé undid the buttons. The two kissed harshly, the tiefling's fingers splaying over his chest and pushing the fabric down his shoulders. Cautiously, they trailed their fingers down his sides, untucking his shirt; and his answering touch came at the hem of their pants, pulling roughly. Festé whimpered softly, dragging the heel of their boot on the ground before kicking it off with a grunt. Before the suggestion even formed on their tongue, Astarion had freed one leg from their pants, and was working on their smallclothes. They kissed him fervently, hands tangled in the front of his shirt - now hanging loosely around his shoulders. Finally, he stopped them, pressing one palm to their chest; and one of their hands found his wrist, curling their fingers around it. The elf's eyes were half-lidded, and he gazed down at them with a hunger that had only ever been present when he was about to feed from them.

"Star, do you want to stop…?" they whispered, and confusion crossed Astarion's features. He slipped his free hand between their bodies, palming over their clit as his fingers dragged through their slick folds. Festé stiffened below him. At the same time, he caught their wrist instead, guiding their hand to the front of his trousers.

"Does it look like I want to stop, darling?" The elf murmured softly. "Does it feel like I want to stop?" He pressed to their hand with a low, pleasured groan. "I assure you, little love… I am here, and I want nothing more in this moment than to be completely engulfed by you." He smiled as Festé felt a rush of heat creep up their neck and cheeks, pausing to undo his trousers before guiding the tiefling's hand into them. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, dipping one finger inside them. It sent chills up Festé's legs and spine, and they clamped their mouth shut around a moan before shaking their head. Slowly, they took him in hand, and he rolled his hips, leaning down as they sat up halfway. Somewhere in the middle, their lips met again, stifling their moans into one another's mouths. Astarion pushed his finger inside them fully, and Festé let out a shaky sigh through their nose. He pulled away, kissing along their jaw, dragging the tips of his fangs along their neck. They took a breath, their eyes snapping open when they heard his desperate whispers against their skin. "I need… love, I want, mmh…" Desperate? The imp blinked, turning their head wearily.

"Take," they whispered in return. "Please, Star, just…" and in less than a heartbeat, the elf had them pinned under his body, slipping his hand deftly from between their legs to pin one wrist above their head on the ground, the other gripping their thigh. Festé guided him inside, fisting their hand in the back of his shirt when his hips laid to rest against theirs. Both let out a harsh sigh, looking down between their bodies. The tiefling felt surprise mix with relief and a delicious heat deep in their chest as Astarion nosed at their neck. He experimented with a roll of his hips, and he shuddered above them.

"Gods below, there's nobody in the realm that I would rather do this with, I…" his voice broke with a pleasured groan against their shoulder. Festé angled their hips up slowly, letting him sink deeper, and he seized the opportunity to slide his arm underneath them. "Forgive me if I'm too…"

"I want it too, believe me," the imp gritted out as he trailed off. "Please, be as rough as you want, I can take it. I can take you, Star." There was a significant pause, and Astarion's full weight was pressing them into the dirt, his hips starting to rut at a slow pace. They stifled a moan, and he released their wrist, his hand moving down to clamp over their mouth instead as his head lifted.

"You shouldn't have said that, little love," his eyes met theirs as he hissed, and Festé moaned out roughly against his palm, bucking their hips to meet his increasingly hard thrusts. Their own hand shot up, fingers pushing into his hair and twisting gently, eyelids fluttering as they ground against him. Their effort earned them a quiet laugh before Astarion's eyebrows furrowed; and the elf sat up, pulling one of their legs over his shoulder. "Oh, darling… I fear that I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he purred. They chuckled softly at that, humming out an answer against his palm and narrowing their eyes. He smirked, pressing deeply into them and forcing a scream to rip from their chest, followed by several needy sobs. Astarion lifted his palm from their mouth, hips snapping forwards once again; and grinning widely when Festé's cries filled the silence of the cemetery.

They were both panting heavily now, and the tiefling reached up once more, grabbing at Astarion's shirt collar this time and pulling him as close as they could manage. "I can't, I'm… I'm going to…" they managed between shaking gasps. Their mind felt clouded - his hips hadn't stopped moving. He hushed them softly, brushing his lips on theirs; and their body went limp below his, slave to the heat radiating from their middle. From the way he had started to twitch inside them, Festé could tell that the elf wasn't far behind. In fact, he slowly began to withdraw from them, and they let out a groan of despair. "What are you… What are you doing?" they hissed softly, their eyes widening as their gaze met his. Again, Astarion looked confused, his hand was midway down between the two of them, ready to finish himself off. They glanced down, remembering how he had pulled away the first time, and kicked their leg off his shoulder.

"I'm… Surely you don't want me to…" he stammered, looking shaken. "Not inside, at least." Astarion hadn't stopped moving, but his pace had slowed considerably. His eyes flicked down as Festé hooked their legs together at the small of his back.

"You're allowed to, if that's what you're worried about," they smoothed their palm over his chest and up the back of his neck as he leaned down, anchoring his palms on either side of their shoulders.

"I am?" he breathed, starting to rut into them firmly once more, his eyes hooded as the tiefling dragged their fingertips through his hair. "I would like to, I just… I assumed…" The elf trailed off as he left a messy row of kisses down the imp's neck, finally sinking a bite into their shoulder, a muffled moan punctuating his own release. The pair moved slowly together through the aftershocks, and Astarion's arms gently slipped under Festé's shoulders and hips, crushing their body to his. There was a long, pensive silence as they lay together under the moon.

Gently, Festé pulled their fingers through the elf's curls, and he let out a satisfied sigh. Their lips found his ear, and they whispered, "I have no qualms about being yours, Star." He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed when he lifted his head and laid eyes on their face.

"I can see that," the elf teased, glancing down between their bodies and chuckling; before resting on top of them once more. "I promise, darling," he murmured against their neck, "One day, I will bed you properly."

"Well, we'll need a bed, for starters," Festé shrugged. They laughed together, and some of the tension evaporated. "Mm, I'm serious, if we both survive this, we could consider settling down somewhere." The elf hummed, and they added, "If you're up for it."

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The pair had dressed again after a fashion, and mutually decided they wanted to stay in the quiet of the cemetery for a while longer. Astarion had settled with his back against his own headstone, and held Festé when they reclined between his legs. They tracked the slow progress of the moon across the night sky as they spoke quietly together. The elf was tracing lazy patterns with his fingers over their stomach and chest when they glanced up at him.

"What is it?" he whispered, hand pausing on their chest.

"What does love feel like, to you?" the tiefling asked, resting their hand on his. Astarion bit his lip, holding their gaze for a moment before resting his head back against the stone.

"I don't know, darling," he admitted after a moment. "Warmth, perhaps? Maybe it's about… transcending the physical. It feels…" he shifted slightly against them, "Like an invisible rope. Something that can tie two people together; and yet, a great number of us hang ourselves on it in the end." Festé closed their eyes, bringing their free hand to their mouth as they faced away from him. They shoved their knuckles between their teeth, but their laugh still escaped their chest. "What?!" Astarion hissed, then, "Why are you laughing?"

Festé shook against him, trying to keep quiet. "That was so cheerful, Star. I…" they murmured sardonically. "I have to say I agree, though. I asked because I don't really know how to answer that question, either." They glanced up at him again, and he rolled his eyes. "I do hope that, between us, at least, it's something that ties us together. Not something that forces us apart, in the end." They held up their hand, offering it to the elf. After a moment's hesitation, he took it.

"Well, we're together now, at least," he sighed airily. "I hope that doesn't change any time soon." Astarion squeezed their hand tightly. "Mm… call my name again, darling," he murmured, pressing his face into their shoulder.

"Star…" Festé whispered, and he hummed happily.

"Again…?"

"As many times as you like, Star." This time they chuckled, and turned to kiss his temple softly. "I love you."

a/n: hey all! thank you for reading this (whether you started at the beginning of this series or are reading this as a oneshot) - i appreciate you!

i have an unpopular opinion about the graveyard scene, and it involves a lot of unresolved messy emotions and tension. i don't feel like after cazador's death a magic wand is waved and astarion is head over heels, personally. -- for festé and astarion specifically, i feel it would make sense for it to be messy and maybe it would feel as awkward and foreign as the first time you have sex with someone you really like but don't want to hurt. you ever feel that? no? just me? (lmao) these two have never really had sex with love attached before, so hell, they're both shooting in the dark here

anyway, if it feels "messy" or "awkward" or like festé is being "overly cautious" then good! for these two it was definitely supposed to be all these things!