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Multifandom Flash Bingo Masterlist (Beehive)

'Ax-Crazy' Silver & Gold - Chapter Nine. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Lia gets frustrated while waiting to recover from her injury, so her Soldier tries to take her mind off it. CW: Pure Smut :) 'Schrodinger's Butterfly' Silver & Gold - Chapter Seven. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between reality and darkness. CW: Sudden personality changes, verbal abuse, distress, subconscious self-harm (mild), references to past self-harm and abuse, unrealism, fat shaming.

'And Now You Must Marry Me' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 24. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. It's the finale!

'Deja Vu' On The Tide - Chapter Six. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Things are tense after the accidental kiss, and Lieutenant Tyne learns more about his newest recruit. CW: Mentions of homophobia and criminalisation of homosexuality, vague references to theoretical SA. 'Cheshire Cat Grin' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 23. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Matt is caught in the shower, and Clint decides to punish him. CW: Kinky sex, sexual ‘punishment’.

'The End... Or is it?' Hail Hydra - Chapter Twelve. Bucky settles into his prolonged captivity until his creator is ready to return to him, and finds out exactly what it means to obey without question. CW: Restraint, forced obedience, physical punishment, sexual slavery/non-con, self-induced vomiting, disassociation following trauma. 'Wipe That Smile Off Your Face' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 23. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Matt is caught in the shower, and Clint decides to punish him. CW: Kinky sex, sexual ‘punishment’. 'Blood from the Mouth' Hail Hydra - Chapter Two. Bucky’s captors leave their prisoner to fight through his illness. CW: sickness, overeating, paranoia, imprisonment, poor treatment of POWs, infection.

'Accidental Pornomancer' The Real Winter Soldier, Part Two. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter is restless and needy, and takes advantage of having the Lieutenant's private number. CW: Smut, Breeding kink, Dom/Sub dynamic 'Dream Tells You to Wake Up' Silver & Gold - Chapter Seven. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between reality and darkness. CW: Sudden personality changes, verbal abuse, distress, subconscious self-harm (mild), references to past self-harm and abuse, unrealism, fat shaming. 'I'm Cold... So Cold...' Hail Hydra - Chapter Three. When Sergeant Barnes starts to recover from his illness, he’s given other things to worry about. CW: illness recovery, temperature torture, hypothermia, loss of consciousness.

'Idiotic Partner Confession' Silver & Gold - Chapter Eight. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Everyone's favourite couple go exploring - but not everything goes as smoothly as they'd like. CW: Exposure, hypothermia, accidental injury. 'Man Bites Man' Hail Hydra - Chapter Six. Bucky seeks comfort. CW: Flashbacks (including forced amputation and brief body gore), Nightmares, T-rated smuttiness.

'Amnesiac Liar' Say You're Sorry. Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark. After months of apologetic pleading with no end in sight, Tony concocts a way for Bucky to earn his forgiveness - but it won't be easy. CW: Smut, punishment, mentions of murder and brainwashing, bad bdsm etiquette, punishment turns into sex. Loss of virginity. Kind of dub-con vibes? But not? The consent is very enthusiastic.

'Made a Slave' Hail Hydra - Chapter Eleven. Bucky gets to his new home, and is treated with surprising tenderness- until he isn't. CW: Violence, slavery, implied risk to life. 'Apocalypse Cult' Hail Hydra - Chapter Fourteen. Bucky finds out what it is to be a part of Zola’s experiment, and is marked as Hydra’s property. CW: Death of an unknown character, corpses, non-con body modification, sexual assault.

'Bigger is Better in Bed' In the Dark of the Night. James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes x Clint Barton. From the world of Multitudes (can mostly be read as a standalone smutfest though). Clint and Buck can’t remember the last time they had some time alone, so decide to go camping for a night and get away from the pressures of parenthood. The usual sexytimes ensue. CW: Basically PWP.

'Crying After Sex' Gold & Silver - Chapter Two. Natasha Romanoff (ish?) x Original Male Character. Our Aurelia finally gets what she wants, and the first date ends with a bang. CW: Smut.

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APCA: First this one's on top, and then the other: ITZY(ft. a mystery Guest)

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(Part 1 of the Itzy Arc: Ryujin, Yeji and Yuna's breaking is begun. Lia and Chaeryoung's breaking begins in the next part. Still not that much smut, I promise it comes soon)

TW! The aforementioned sexual exploitation, pretty much non-con, slight torture, drugging. (DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE)

"Send her as soon as you can. She'll be instrumental." You say into the phone, hearing Aegis agree on the other side of the phone.

Hanging up, you looked around the room, ensuring the room was clear, before sighing. This was a part of your life you had hoped not to reignite. Before you joined the force, you had a...troubled past, with problematic habits and compulsions. All that was shed once you donned the uniform, but now, as you shed the uniform, you are also forced to go back to your problematic habits. You knew this was meant for the sake of ending the suffering. That's what you told yourself, you had to insist, because to end this suffering, countless idols had to suffer, and ultimately break. What's worse, it was going to be by your hand. You prayed that this would work, or else the demons you let back out of you would have been freed for naught, and there was no escape.

Hearing a knock on the door, you quickly recomposed yourself. "Come in." You say, a bespectacled man entered the room, his seemingly elegant and posh tone in stark contrast to his bulky build more akin to a wrestler than a noble as his voice would suggest.

"The preparations you've requested are in place."

"Very well, wait for me outside room 4, and enter when I call for you" You command, the man nodding, turning to walk out.

Turning to the table, you look through 4 cameras, your very own dollhouse.

In Camera 1, Shin Yuna sat on a huge bed, you would argue more extravagant then the room in her own dorm. She was clearly confused, looking around the room trying to find any traps, but no, it seemed like a normal bedroom, much more comfortable than the warehouse floor that she had found herself chained down to not too long ago. The only weird thing she had on was a chastity belt, but in her terrified state, she didn't question it. She would rather have it on than be defiled by some asshole. In your few recordings of Aegis' half assed attempted training of her, you knew you needed to play the long game with her.

In Camera 2, Lee Chaeryoung found herself caught in a spider's web, her hands and feet bound to a web of rope behind her, with her eyes impaired by a blindfold, completely naked except for a collar and leash, also a vibrator lightly stimulating her. She needed a more direct approach than Yuna, a perfect whirlwind of shock, terror and protectiveness.

In Cameras 3 and 4, there were two different rooms, though both rooms could see each other. In the first, Choi Lia, held in place by leather bounds, body locked in a kneeling position, hands locked behind her back, causing her tits to jut out. Her mouth was stuffed with a red ball gag, with a large shock collar around her neck, but her eyesight was not impaired, though she almost wished she was. She didn't know what to make of the sight before her.

Hwang Yeji and Shin Ryujin, on a seesaw, but one straight out of a shitty fetish film. Weirdly enough, you did by that from a porn set, well, then modified to suit what you needed it for. On both ends, laid a white silicone dildo, lined up to the honeypots of the two idols in distress, looking at each other in confusion and fear. These two were the ones you anticipated taking the longest, with the most fight. So you had to go the route of protectiveness but also, distrust. It was probably going to help break Lia too. The two idols were bound tightly, strapped securely to the seesaw.

from Putting on a face of a sadistic "master", you walked into the room, the two idols eyes immediately darting to you. You felt a wave of pity rush over you, a shameful rush of excitement too, but you had to push it down. Means to an end, you insisted "What the fuck do you want, bastard." Ryujin immediately spat out, causing you to shake your head animatedly. Pulling a remote out of your pocket, you flourished it in front of the two idols. Pressing a button, you could hear the muffled scream of Lia from behind you as the two idols screamed in fear. After an initial shock, Lia's body relaxed, though her body heaved from the pain, struggling to catch her breath. "What the fuck did you do to her you asshole!" Yeji shouted, as you sighed. Good lord. Another scream emerged from behind you, and you could see tear well up in Yeji's eyes, and fear flicker across Ryujin's face. "Now now girls, no need for name calling. We're here to play a game, and what is a game without some rules. Show some decorum, will you ladies?" You ask almost tauntingly. Realizing what you meant, the two of them held their tongue. They didn't want risk antagonizing you any further. "So, b-. you, what game are we playing?" Yeji asked, her voice almost a sneer. A little close, but you didn't want to hurt Lia too much, so you chose to ignore it. "We're playing a little game called, well, SeeSaw. I'm sure you've noticed the dildos underneath you. In a moment, once the game starts, it'll begin to vibrate, and rest assured my ladies, it'll only grow stronger as it goes." You explain. "That's not a game." Ryujin spat back. "How rude, interrupting me. I wasn't done. So, the game, Miss Shin, Miss Hwang, is a battle of trust, sacrifice, and endurance. Over the next 2 hours, you'll be competing over who orgasms the least. The winner is rewarded, and the loser will be swapped into the hot seat. As you can see, currently, Miss Choi is in the hot seat. Not only does your orgasms determine who wins, it also determines how well Miss Choi will enjoy the game. Whenever one of you orgasms, a shock will be delivered to Miss Choi. It's non fatal, that much I assure you, but I promise you it hurts more than a little." Behind you, you hear a muffled whimper, seeing Lia begin to cry. "So for Miss Choi's sake, I hope you two ladies are well trained. Now for the games element. You'll find in your hands, a remote. The top button sends your side of the seesaw up, and the bottom button sends your side of the seesaw down. Me personally, considering how close you girls are, I'm sure you girls will only be using the bottom button to save the other. However, if at any moment should you choose to grow competitive, the top button is always available for you to relieve yourself of the dildo. Don't fight each other though, sitting on it is probably better than constantly getting impaled by it." You run a hand down Yeji and Ryujin's thighs, lightly patting their pussies as they both lightly growled. "And if it serves as any motivation, this is the reward." You pulled a tablet out, showing them a live feed of Yuna's room. Yuna had made herself comfortable, body clad in a purple silk negligee, lying on the bed watching TV. "Winning has it's benefits." You remind the girls, as you moved to the two girls, shoving a ball gag into their mouths, covering their eyes with a blindfold. "The game begins in a minute. Godspeed ladies." You say Before you left the room, you decided to have some fun, walking up to Ryujin, leaning down as you ran a tongue across her puffy slit, and you could tell she was trying her best not to moan. That defiant look on her face. You had seen it many times before. And you've seen them all break before. Moving to Yeji, you did the same, though Yeji reacted much differently, your tongue illiciting a moan from the leader. You smirk, feeling your emotions overrun you as you lean in, nibbling on her nipples as you felt her contort. That was enough though. The game must begin, and the show must go on

You left the room, seeing the man from earlier. Fishing a controller out from your pocket, you hand it to him. "Let them control it first, maybe around 10 minutes, then, take control, just go crazy with it, make it akin to a seesaw. Up and down and up and down. Understood?" You say as you noticed a gleeful smile crack across his face. "How devious, sir. I understand. About Miss Choi?" He asked. Looking down to the control, you hesitated. "Go easy on her, I don't want her too tired to be broken." You give a quick excuse, which the man bought. You'd join them again in around an hour, but for now, you had to begin with Yuna and Chaeryoung. First, Yuna.

Going to Room 1, you picked up the tray of food left by the man earlier, then knocking on the door.

From behind the door, you heard Yuna hesitantly reply, "Come in."

Opening the door, you saw Yuna curl up under the blanket, not wanting to expose herself to this stranger. "Why am I here, where are my girls?" Yuna asked, slightly defiantly. This trick required some acting, well, it was close enough to the actual truth. "Please, let me explain, Miss Shin. I'm a business partner of the man who...did this to you. He knew I'm a big fan of you girls, and he offered for me to come and, well, sample you girls." Hearing that, Yuna instinctively pulled the blanket higher, inching away from you. "No, Miss Shin, I'm not here to do that, I assure you. I'm not involved in any of this, and suffice to say I was more than shocked to hear what was being done to you girls. I'm working on freeing you girls, but...it's complicated, the man is stubborn. For now, this is all I can give you girls. Comfortable housing, and no one touches you girls until this deal is finally done and I can set you girls free." You say, and you saw Yuna's doe eyes widen, and you could tell what she was thinking. Though a thousand questions swirled in her head, you knew the imperative question was, can I trust this man? "Are you telling the truth?" Yuna asked, and there, she was on the hook. "I promise you Miss Shin. I'l-" You began to say, but she quickly cut you off. "Yuna. You can call me Yuna." She said, with a hesitant but small smile. You felt your heart suddenly flutter, what was this? You couldn't afford to get softhearted in this mission. "Okay, Yuna, I promise you. I'll do what I can, as soon as I can. For now, all I can do is bring you your meals once in a while, maybe accompany you a little to help you pass the time. Well, other than the K Dramas. That was a weirdly hard sell to the man on top." You say, acting sheepish as Yuna let out a soft giggle, seemingly finding a small reprieve from this horror. Turning around, you took the tray you had brought in, opening it to reveal a pizza. Yuna hungrily grabbed at the Pizza, it must have been so long since she had last eaten proper food. "This is delicious" Yuna barely mumbled out, her words muffled by the pizza. You were glad you could bring happiness to her, but you were also secretly happy at your scheme going well. Unbeknownst to Yuna, the Pizza contained trace amounts of aphrodisiac. A small dose for the first day, but it'll slowly increase, driving her insane. As you sat with her, you allowed your fanboy side to come out, allowing Yuna to take her mind off her current situation. After around 30 minutes, Yuna had finished the pizza, and you received a message. She was on her way, you had to wrap it up. "I'm sorry Yuna, I have to go now. I told them to make sure they serve you and your groupmates good food, so eat up alright?" You shoot her a reassuring smile, and she hesitantly smiles back, before leaning toward you, leaving a kiss on your cheek. "I'll see you soon." She whispered.

Going back to your office, you saw a giant metal frame on wheels, the woman bound to it similar to how Chaeryoung was. Smiling in satisfaction, you took a moment, giving into desire as you leaned down, toying with the woman, a sudden burst of impulsiveness leading you to kneel down, shoving two fingers up her moist snatch as you roughly fingered her pussy, causing her body to thrash against the frame. Your fingers toyed with her till she finally came, squirting all over the floor. Coming back to your senses, you try to shake it off, slight shame overrunning you. You didn't want to take any pleasure from this.

Going into room 2, you saw Chaeryoung lightly panting, a light coat of sweat over her skin as she tried to stifle her arousal from the vibrator.

Setting up the woman you had brought in, you placed her right opposite to Chaeryoung, then moving to Chaeryoung, ripping her blindfold off.

As Chaeryoung's vision steadied, she could vaguely make out a figure who she assumed to be Ryujin, or Yuna maybe, but as her vision cleared, she almost screamed in terror.

Across from Chaeryoung, hung in a similar fashion, and in the same exact fashion, was her sister, Lee Chaeyeon.

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Have I Not Given Enough

pairings: arsenal wfc x young!reader

warnings: crying. self-blaming. teen!reader reacting to losing against wolfsburg.

author's note: oh to be comforted by the arsenal girlies...

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''We'll come back stronger, kid. Only the start for you.'' Caitlin patted her back before making her way to congratulate the Wolfsburg players.

The Arsenal striker stood on her own now, bathing in the misery of defeat. The worn pitch beneath Y/N's boots felt colder, a stark contrast to the warmth of anticipation that had filled the air just hours ago.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. The set-up was perfect; Arsenal making it into the Champions League finals for the first time in over 15 years at a sold-out Emirates Stadium.

Bremer's extra time goal had ruined it all. The cheers had been replaced by a haunting silence, broken only by distant celebrations from the victorious Wolfsburg team.

The teenager was a sad sight as she tried not to burst out in tears, standing all on her own by the opposition's goalposts. The gravity of the loss weighed on her shoulders

Somehow she managed to move her feet towards the other players, going through the post-match routine: congratulating the Wolfsburg players, who in return offered their solace.

It was nice to have players like Popp express their admiration for the youngster, but in the moment she couldn't bring herself to care one bit.

''Nice goal, kid.'' Ewa Pajor patted her head, praising her opening goal of the match, the one that had kickstarted the long, grueling fight between the German and English team.

Y/N managed a weak smile, grateful for the acknowledgment.

''Hey, hey, Boneca!'' Rafaelle approached her. ''You should be proud of yourself, okay? Remember the noise in the stadium when you made that goal? Savor that feeling.'' Her Brazilian teammate told her, holding her close.

Katie noticed the interaction and decided to join them, leaving Teyah and Lia behind. ''Hey, girlie. Why the sad face? You've just made yourself a legend.'' The Irishwoman managed to genuinely laugh.

''We lost, Macca.'' A few tears escaped, but they were immediately wiped away by Katie and Rafa.

''Yeah, and it hurts. But you, baby goat, just scored in a Champions League semifinal against a club that has won this thing 2 times.'' She grinned, the pride she felt beaming off of her face as she used the playful nickname.

Y/N was pulled into a supportive hug by Katie, providing much comfort. Rafa affectionately pinched her cheek before making her way towards their other teammates.

As the huddle expanded, more teammates joined them, forming a circle of support around the young player who felt this loss harder than anyone else.

Jen held her close to her body, as if shielding her from the harsh reality of the defeat. The Scott wasn't telling her anything, just holding her as their teammates tried getting a smile out of her.

''I was like ''Yeah! Woo!'' The atmosphere was insane!'' Manu did an impression of her reaction to Y/N's opening goal.

''It's like the stadium came alive, it was so fucking crazy!'' Kaylan exclaimed, with animated hand gestures.

Y/N appreciated her teammates and their consolations. However, she couldn't escape the weight of disappointment that she felt within her. Despite their genuine efforts to coax a smile, the young player found herself unable to entertain them.

''Oh my god, you did so well, Y/N. You were amazing.'' Victoria hugged her as Jen let her go.

''Thanks, Vic.'' She mumbled on the Dutchwoman's shoulder.

The midfielder swung her from side to side. ''Don't cry, it's okay.'' She tried to comfort her younger friend.

Y/N felt another pair of hands on her back, hands that belonged to another Dutchwoman, although, this time it was not a teammate.

''Hey, meid.'' Jill greeted her, and Y/N pulled away from Vic, who said something in Dutch to her patriot.

''There's gonna come a day where you're gonna lift that trophy, okay? You've grown so much.'' Her former teammate praised her.

The teenager nodded. ''Thanks, Jilly.''

Jill planted a kiss on her head, bidding goodbye as she joined her teammates again in their celebrations.

As Victoria pulled Y/N back into her embrace, the teenager's gaze caught sight of the approaching figures of Kim, Leah, Beth, and Vivianne.

The teenager skillfully transitioned from hugging Victoria, gently slipping away as the crowd dispersed. She made her way to the bench, where the atmosphere was more peaceful as most people were scattered around the pitch.

As she settled on the bench, Y/N took a deep breath, her emotions threatening to surface. Before she could fully let herself go, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

''Hey, what's going on?'' Steph, observant as ever, approached with concern etched on her face.

The striker tried to mask her emotions with a forced smile. ''Just disappointed.''

Steph nodded understandingly. ''I get it. But you got us through this match, and I'm very proud of you.''

''Thanks, Stephy- you were amazing too.'' Y/N quickly reciprocated the compliment, her eyes darting around.

The Australian noticed a frown on her face. ''Hey… you okay? You look like you're having panic attack.''

At her words, Y/N looked her straight in the eyes. ''No, no! I just wanna go home, to be honest.'' It wasn't a lie. All she wanted to do was to get in the car, and lie in her bed until it was time for the next match.

Steph nodded. ''Take your time, sweetie.'' The defender joined the squad on the pitch again, leaving the young one alone.

In the distance, Beth approached Jen, her expression reflecting concern. ''Hey, Jen, have you seen Y/N?''

Jen furrowed her brow, scanning the surroundings. ''Uh, she was with Vic like a minute ago.''

''Oh, alright. How was she doing?''

The Scott pouted. ''Looked pretty torn up, as you'd expect. Some of us were trying to cheer her up, but you know the kid…'' She made some sort of gesture that indicated she was not taking it well.

''Poor thing.'' The Brit sighed.

Back on the bench, Y/N remained in solitude, staring mindlessly at nothing.

''Hiding?'' The sudden voice of Rose, their physiotherapist, made the youngster flinch.

''Jesus, Rose!'' Y/N exclaimed, her hand on her heart.

Rose chuckled, unfazed by the reaction. ''Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. You looked like you needed a moment.''

''Yeah…''

The older woman nodded at her lack of words. ''It's okay. Take all the time you need. We're doing the huddle in a minute, though, so you might want to join that.''

''Yeah, I will.'' Y/N replied.

Contemplating the upcoming huddle, Y/N's unease heightened when her eyes locked with Kim's on the pitch. The captain started walking over to her with an unreadable expression.

Unable to face the captain she respected so much, she rose from the bench, pretending she hadn't noticed Kim's approach.

Rose watched as Y/N escaped from the interaction with Kim, giving the captain a sad smile.

The teenager's eyes scanned the pitch, Gio's friendly wave caught Y/N's attention, and she decided to make her way towards her friend.

''Tough match, huh?'' She said, trying to offer some solace.

''To say the least.'' The Brit sighed, glancing down at the ground.

''You okay?'' The Brazilian asked, Y/N's darting eyes were anything but subtle.

''Yeah, I just… yeah, I'm fine.'' She stuttered, not having the heart to actually say what she was doing.

Gio could sense Y/N's unease. ''Should I get Beth or Viv?''

''No, no! Just… I don't wanna face them right now.'' She admitted.

''Why?'' The forward didn't understand, knowing how close she was with the couple.

''I just… I- I can't do it.''

Gio nodded anyway. ''Okay, stay with me then. We'll hang back a bit.''

Kathrine joined them as well, the three youngsters keeping each other company while waiting for the entire squad.

In the huddle, Y/N strategically averted her gaze, fixating on the ground beneath her feet.

As Jonas addressed the team, the weight of disappointment pressed heavily on her shoulders, and she struggled to engage fully in the moment.

''I'm proud of this team. We're standing here in a sold-out stadium, and we gave them a fight. We didn't give up and we gave our everything until the end.''

The Swede's words were a mere distant hum. Her mind replayed all the crucial moments of the match, each missed opportunity being screened in her mind.

While the team absorbed Jonas's encouragement, Y/N continued to bear the weight of her perceived failure, the applause and cheers around her a muffled backdrop to the cacophony of self-critical thoughts.

Afterwards, Lotte pulled her in an embrace. Her England teammate's presence being a source of comfort.

The Arsenal homegrowns' moment was interjected by someone grabbing Y/N's arm.

''A goal against Wolfsburg or what?'' The England captain said.

The attempt at light banter didn't quite reach her heavy heart, the teenager simply shrugging her shoulders.

Leah, perceptive as ever, sensed her teammate's unease and tried to give a sense of perspective. ''Hey, you have so much to be proud of. Look at this stadium! This is only the beginning.''

Despite the skipper's encouraging words, tears welled up in Y/N's eyes once again. The disappointment was cemented in her mind.

In the midst of her emotional turmoil, Vivianne and Beth approached, their expressions reflecting heavy concern.

Beth's eyes softened as she pulled Y/N into a gentle hug, aware of the unspoken pain lingering in the air. Vivianne placed a reassuring hand on her back, silently offering support.

''Hey, kiddo, you were absolutely brilliant.'' The elder of the two said, caressing the back of her head.

At the lack of response, she continued. ''It's okay to be upset, sweetheart. You're feeling a lot, aren't you?''

Y/N nodded, her voice catching as she struggled to articulate her feelings. The couple exchanged worried glances, realizing the impact the loss had on their young teammate.

''I'm so proud of you, you gave it your all.'' As Vivianne expressed her pride, Y/N's emotions reached a breaking point.

Sobs escaped her, and she clung tightly to her mentor, seeking refuge in the strength she had always admired.

The Dutchwoman took over from Beth, pulling the youngster even closer to her.

''I'm so sorry, Viv.'' Y/N apologized, full of guilt for not bringing the team to the Champions League final.

As she continued to apologize, Vivianne gently cupped her face and whispered reassuring words. ''Don't apologize. It's not about the result on the scoreboard. You played with your heart, and that's the most important thing.''

Y/N, overwhelmed by emotions, couldn't shake the feeling of letting down those she admired the most. ''I wanted us to win, especially for all of you who couldn't play.'' She mumbled.

''You've made all of us super proud, lieverd. It's a journey, remember? You still have a long way.'' She whispered, her own tears betraying the depth of her emotions.

Leah reached out to rest a hand on the teenager's shoulder. ''Darling, you were without a doubt one of the best players on the pitch.''

''I missed so many shots.'' Y/N stated through a sob.

''And so did the others. Don't carry this on your own, my girl.'' Leah retorted.

Beth and Lotte, recognizing the rawness of Y/N's emotions, instinctively moved to shield her from the intrusive gaze of the cameraman. ''Can you not?'' The defender furrowed her eyebrows.

The players didn't want their teammate's vulnerable moment to be exploited. Fortunately, the crew listened and moved further onto the pitch.

''I made so many mistakes.'' She continued crying. The floodgates had opened and closing them would be a difficult task.

''You didn't, darling. Like Beth said, you were brilliant.'' Leah's own eyes were now being filled with tears, Y/N's self-blame making her emotional.

Y/N shook her head at the skipper's words, hiding her face in Vivianne's neck. ''You were, listen to Leah.'' The Dutchwoman muttered, caressing her back.

''Hey, Y/N. Hey.'' Kim's voice sounded out of, seemingly, nowhere. Leah moved out of the way so the captain could get closer to the teenager. ''You've got nothing to be sad about. You played a fantastic match. Yeah, we didn't get the win, but you've made the club so proud.''

Her voice was stern, but it was a loving sternness. ''Let's go and thank the fans now. They deserve a proper thanks.'' She urged the entire group to do a lap of the pitch.

As the squad gathered together and walked around, the players waved and applauded the fans. The defeat stung, but the bond, not just between the players, but also between the players and the supporters is something special and unbreakable.

Regardless of the result, they're celebrating the players as if they did win and Y/N felt herself smile as she looked into the crowd, and seeing the Gooners experience this with them, with her.

In a quiet moment, Kim approached her again. ''You're creating something special here, Y/N. The way you've got the fans behind you… you're like their own personal star girl. Please, enjoy it,'' the midfielder patted her back, ''because this is what I want you to remember from this match.''

A teary-eyed Y/N, managed to nod her head in appreciation. ''Thanks, Kimmy.''

The pair found themselves holding hands as they continued thanking the fans. It was a beautiful image as it represented the older and new generation of Arsenal; Kim, a captain with years of experience, comforting Y/N, someone who undoubtedly was the future of the Gunners, and could potentially become a skipper in the distant future.

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ʚ♡ɞ New Life & Beginnings ʚ♡ɞ

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- Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

- Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

✧˖°. Summary: Separate stories involving Rolan, Zevlor, and Raphael with their newborns.

✧˖°. Notes: I’m a sucker for these men being dads, and I just needed some softness… And a little angst for Zevlor

✦ Fluff | Prt 1. For Zevlor but not needed to read this | Hint of Angst For Zevlor & Rolan | Dadphael

Rolan

Rolan stood by the window, cradling a newborn in his arms. The child, swaddled in soft, faded blue linens, was a stark contrast to the crimson of Rolan's skin. His tail swayed gently back and forth in rhythm with the quiet hum he sang to soothe the infant.

It was a rare sight indeed. He never thought he’d hum to some infant, let alone his very own. But he figured this child, his child, deserved everything he never got to experience. His own childhood had been marked by absence, devoid of a loving mothers touch and a fathers protection…

Life had not always been kind to Rolan. As an orphaned tiefling with horns that curled back like the branches of a twisted tree and eyes the color of molten gold, he had wandered through his early years shrouded in solitude. No last name to claim, no family to return to after his day's adventures. That was until Cal and Lia found him.

Now, here he stands in a grand tower to call his own, his life transformed yet again. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of a new beginning. His gaze drifted towards the bundle of pillows on the floor where you, his beloved, rested deeply. The labor had been long and taxing, and Rolan despised the fact it happened here in the tower. Still though, a faint smile crossed his features as he whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

The infant, perhaps sensing the warmth of his father's gratitude, joined in on the thanks and cooed softly, a delicate sound that seemed to stitch the very air with joy and its very own magic. Rolan chuckled, a sound rich with love, and lowered his face to plant a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.

But the tranquility of the moment was abruptly punctuated by a tiny sneeze from his little one. Reflexively, Rolan pulled back slightly, just in time to see a small flame burst forth from the baby’s nostrils... The flame caught the ends of Rolan’s hair, igniting them with a soft fizz.

Rolan's initial annoyance flickered across his face as quickly as the flame had caught his hair. He patted down the singed ends with a practiced hand, his expression melting into one of bewildered joy. The tiny sneeze had revealed something extraordinary about his child.

“By the stars,” Rolan murmured, his annoyance flickering away as quickly as it had ignited, replaced by a surge of excitement. “A sorcerer?… Or should I say, sorceress?” His voice was a mix of wonder and pride as he looked down at his daughter, whose big eyes blinked back at him, unaware of her fiery debut, “If you wish to master your skills you’ll need a good teacher. Thankfully you have everything you need- right here.”

Turning back towards the cozy corner where you slept, his tail continued swishing softly behind him. Carefully, almost tenderly, he nudged the sheet with the tip of his tail, pulling it up to tuck around you more securely. He then sat down beside you, his smile never wavering.

“I- I can't thank you enough,” Rolan reached for your hand, holding it gently between his, “Before you, my world was a tapestry with beautiful threads but no real picture.” he glanced down at yours and his daughter, “you've helped me start a family to call my own, besides Cal and Lia.”

His tail curled around, encircling both himself and his daughter as he continued to hold your hand.

Once an orphan, now a cherished father and partner. Rolan found himself at the center of his own growing family, with a sense of belonging he had never imagined possible.

Zevlor

His sleep was anything but peaceful… Zevlor tossed his head from side to side, his features twisting in torment. The sheets were crumpled beneath him, damp with sweat, as he muttered a sullen, “gods... no.” Each word was a whisper of despair, barely escaping his lips as the nightmare clenched its cold fingers around his mind.

In the throes of his dream, he found himself with blood stained hands as you lay lifeless in his arms. His hands tainted with your blood, his own sword impaled through your slightly distended abdomen… The nightmare depicted a grim scene where the influence of the Absolute had pushed him too far. By the time he realized his actions, it was tragically too late…

While holding your still form, Zevlor shut his eyes tightly, tear drops forming at their edges, desperately praying to any deity that might hear his cries, begging that this horror was not reality. Yet, upon reopening his eyes, the haunting image remained unchanged… There you were, still and devoid of life. His hand grazed your stomach, his head resting against yours, as he envisioned the life that might have been…

The tiefling bolted upright, shaken from the harrowing nightmare, his heartbeat pounding as the nightmarish visions clung to his mind. He extended his hand hesitantly, a wave of relief washing over him when he felt the comforting warmth of your sleeping figure beside him.

“It was only just a dream…” he whispered, though the words did little to calm his frayed nerves. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you close, his tail coiling around your leg to help keep you in place. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent as if to reassure himself of your presence. You stirred slightly but did not wake, for which he was grateful. He did not think he could speak of the horrors he'd seen. Far too afraid that you might have regrets keeping him at your side.

With a tilt of his head, Zevlor surveyed the room in search of the sole other treasure that held immense value in his existence. His infernal gaze landed on the crib where his beloved child peacefully slumbered. Silently he stood and peered into the crib, observing the delicate rhythm of his precious newborn’s tranquil breaths, finding solace in their steady respiration. Recollections of tender smiles and tiny grasping fingers alleviated the remnants of fear lingering in his thoughts.

How close he'd come to losing everything that day… When the absolute swayed him… Never again though. Never.

Quietly, Zevlor lifted the babe and returned to your side.

Holding his child close, the newborn's tiny heartbeat and warmth proof that the nightmare was not truly a reality.

“I vow to you, my child, and to your mother,” he whispered softly, his voice a tender rumble in the quiet of the night. “I will be your shield, your protector. No harm shall come to you as long as I draw breath.”

Zevlor's gaze shifted from the baby back to you. The sight of you both, safe and sound, was truly a balm to his troubled soul. Carefully, he adjusted his child in his arms, ensuring they were snug and secure. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed himself a moment to simply be present, soaking in the quiet joy of fatherhood and being your lover. The fears of his nightmare seemed to dissolve, replaced by a quiet confidence borne of love and duty.

As the night deepened, Zevlor continued to watch over his little family. Every so often, he would gently touch the baby's cheek or brush a soft kiss against your forehead. These small acts reaffirming himself that this comforting reality was indeed true, not merely an illusion.

Raphael

In your room where shadows danced with the dim candlelight, all was silent except for your gentle breaths as you slept soundly. The bed, large and ornate, cradled not only your dreams but also a newborn, wrapped in delicate linens embroidered with gold stitches. You, with a serene expression, appeared as a portrait of peace as you held your infant close to your heart.

It was always around this time that the air shifted subtly, a warmth flooding the room, a sharp scent of sulfur and cherries mingling with your very own fragrance. From the darker corners of the room emerged a figure, tall and imposing, wrapped in fine silks to match the hells of which he was born from.

As Raphael approached the bed, his movements were silent, almost reverent. His fingers, warm and soft, traced a path up your exposed arm, stopping just short of your face. For a moment, he merely stood, his gaze shifting between you and the child nestled within your arms. A rare, tender expression softened the harsh lines of his face.

With the care of one who handles precious artifacts, Raphael gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly tender, a contrast to his usual character. “Such a sleepy little mouse,” he murmured with an affectionate tone, one that seemed unfamiliar on his lips, “how quaint.”

Carefully, he lifted the infant from your embrace. The baby, undisturbed, continued to sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. Raphael seated himself on the edge of the bed, ensuring every movement was calculated and silent, not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the infant's mother, you.

Holding the child merely inches from him, he looked at her with a complex mixture of emotions; affection, pride, perhaps even a hint of fear. His eyes, usually so piercing and cold, warmed as they rested on the child's placid face.

Raphael's attention was momentarily drawn to the balcony where a pseudo dragon perched, its eyes fixed on him with an unblinking gaze. The creature, a guardian by nature, watched with a protective intensity, ready to act should it perceive any threat to the child.

Turning his gaze back to the infant, Raphael spoke softly, his voice a whisper that carried weight and promise, “When she is grown, she will rule the nine hells with me.” The declaration was not just a statement of future events; it was a father's vow, a ruler's plan, “the perfect heir.” His daughter, this innocent soul, was not just any infant; she was his daughter, destined to share his ruling over the realms of damnation.

The room remained silent, the only sound the occasional flutter of the pseudo dragon's wings and the steady breathing of you and his child. Raphael continued to hold his daughter, his mind undoubtedly racing with plans and dreams of what was to come. For now, however, this moment was tender, a father bonding with his daughter, their future sprawling before them like the starlit sky outside the balcony.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

The Red Tieflings Bachelors (Rolan and Zevlor) Reacting to You (Tav) Thanking Them

Featuring: Rolan/Tav; Zevlor/Tav

A/N: Just a little something that popped into my mind while working to clear the writer's block. I was feeling very low the last week or two, so I apologize for my inactivity here. And then I was on vacation with my family. Thankfully, I’m feeling better now. (Currently working on Yandere! Alucard Part 4 and the next ask. Yan! Part 4 will probably take a while because it's long-form (not hc), so expect the ask after that to be posted first.) 

Rolan

🔮 It was just another bustling day in Sorcerous Sundries when you decided to stop by,  a newfound magical item in hand. To no one’s surprise, it appeared your favorite tiefling wizard was too busy sorting through the inventory of Ramazith's Tower to man his shop, seeing it was his programmed illusion who greeted you with a relatively uncharacteristic amiable tone.  

“Welcome to the Sorcerous Sundries. Is there something in particular you’re looking for today?” 

Knowing Rolan, in reality, his body was pacing around Razamith’s Tower, nearly tearing his hair out, as he obsessively mumbled, sorting through the piles and piles of books and scrolls Lorroakan had gathered in his time. The compelling image in your mind was such a stark contrast to the one before you, that you bit your lip to prevent your signature mischievous smile from dawning across your face. 

“I believe Rolan left something upstairs for me.” 

The illusion looked at you, eyes narrowed, presumably scanning its programming for an appropriate response. Yet, just as Rolan’s Projection opened his mouth to speak (in all probability to deny you entry) your conversation was interrupted by a boisterous halfling patron, hoisting an item that he declared comprised of defective magic. 

Never one to waste a distraction, you took the opportunity to make your way up the stairs of Sorcerous Sundries to its second floor and into the correct portal leading to Razamith Towers. 

Upon entering the portal, you were met with the familiar sound of Lia and Cal bickering with none other than the new proprietor of Sorcerous Sundries himself. 

“If you simply spoke to them instead of pining inside this tower all day and night…” Lia went straight to the point as usual. 

“I am not pining!” You could hear Rolan answer, in his usual defensive tone. 

“I think what Lia means to say is, it would be easier for all involved if you were to simply ask them-” Always the mediator, Cal must have jumped in. It did not surprise you, seeing as how he was rather skilled when it came to talking his siblings down. 

“Ask who what?” You interrupted, the concrete visage of Razamith’s Towers finally greeting you. Despite having known the tiefling family for months now, you were always amused by their antics. “Does Rolan have his heart set on an apprenticeship with yet another asinine wizarding master?” You had a feeling Cal and Lia were referring to something else entirely, but you’d prefer to speak to Rolan alone about that. 

Rolan rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by both your sudden presence and your insistence on teasing him. “I no longer require a master, nor a teacher. Lorroakan gathered enough magical books and knowledge within these walls for me to teach myself all I could ever wish to know.” Behind him, his pointed tail lashed sideways, always ending with an upward flick of the point. To a fellow tiefling, his irritation would have been quite obvious. Then again, you were not a fellow tiefling. 

You nodded, ignoring Rolan’s wilful tone. You had become accustomed to his many displays of false irritation and indignation. More often than not, your headstrong ally was more bark than bite. “That may be,” you continued. “But in case it isn’t, I’ve brought you one more tome for your collection.”

Rolan’s entire posture, tail included, stiffened upon hearing your words. The tiefling wizard was in disbelief. A gift? For him? But, why?

Lia smirked, before elbowing Cal, whose own knowing expression soon followed suit, spreading across his face. Nodding to each other, two brother-sister duo walked off, leaving you and Rolan alone, standing in a near deafening silence. 

“It’s a tome on the origins of The Weave, or, at least I think it is. That’s what Gale told me anyway.” 

Rolan's previously erect shoulders slumped at the mention of your former traveling companion’s name. “Ah yes, Gale, The Great Wizard of Waterdeep. How is he faring these days?” 

“Better,” you answered honestly. “It seems not living with a ticking time bomb just inside your chest does a man some good.” 

Rolan brushed off your attempt at lightening the mood, pushing past you to a stack of unsorted books piled on an end table to your left. “I assume the two of you have kept in touch then?” 

“Rolan!” You mock gasped. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” 

“Pfft, you’ve clearly let the title of Hero go to your head. Why would I be jealous of a mere professor at Blackstaff Academy when I possess an entire library of magical writings, a shop full of magical items, and several arcane cannons to defend all of the former?” 

“He’s a very respected professor, and there’s something to be said for enjoying the simpler things in life.” 

Rolan scoffed once again. “He had the power to be a God and turned it down. After enduring all your group did, taking on the shadow curse, fighting the goblins, destroying the Absolute, a job instructing ungrateful, know-it-all brats hardly seems like a reward.” 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Well, it’s what Gale wanted. But I do have to wonder,” you slowly stalked towards the red tiefling, “If a very coveted and respected position of authority isn’t something you'd consider a reward, what exactly qualifies as recompense to the mighty Wizard of Razamith’s Tower?” 

Slowly, you trailed a finger up along Rolan’s robed arm, delighting in the little gasp that slipped from his lips. 

He both hated and loved how you could make him feel like this. How just one word, one look from you could leave him a needy, wanton mess, how he longed for you to step even closer, for his body to press up entirely against yours. In the back of his mind, he imagined what it would feel like for your strong weathered hands to run down his red infernal skin, but that time, with no gloves or thick robes in the way. 

Rolan was certain you knew the degree of power you held over him. He was sure you delighted in pushing and prodding at his buttons, drawing out each one of your visits with flirtation and playful verbal sparring.

“What… about…a…?” you enunciated each word with another swipe of your finger across his robe’s velvety material, your face moving ever so slowly closer to his. 

Finding his composure, Rolan shrugged off your advances with a shaky sigh. “Spit it out already. I don’t have all day.” Defiantly, he turned to face you, calling your bluff. His lips were mere inches from yours: red, plump, and just begging to be kissed. 

Never one to back down from a challenge, you continued to press forward, pressing your lips to his. 

With a breathy sigh, Rolan’s tension melted away as he melded his mouth back onto yours. 

Reaching up with one hand, you cupped the back of his head, ever so gently pulling him even closer to you. 

Rolan moaned into the kiss and moved to grab your waist, but before his hands could secure you in his grasp, you stepped away just as smoothly and silently as you had stepped forward. 

Embarrassed and flustered, Rolan flashed you his pointy teeth in a frustrated groan. “Why must you tease me so? Have you not grown tired, frequently coming here just to pester me?” 

You beamed, proud to see your previous suspicions confirmed. “No,” you stated, matter-of-factly. “It’s too much fun! Besides,” you held the book out for him to take. “You didn’t seem all that excited about my earlier thanks, and that simply wouldn’t do.” 

Rolan rolled his eyes, accepting the tome with a huff, his tail back to swishing violently behind him. “Was that what that was? And here I thought you were trying to come up with new ways to annoy me.” 

“Annoy you?!” You mock gasped. “Surely my kiss was not that bad.” 

“For a ‘thank you’, that kiss was highly inappropriate, it! Well…” he trailed off, his cheeks somehow blushing an even warmer shade of red. 

You tilted your head, encouraging the tiefling to go on. 

Rolan avoided your gaze, pretending to find interest in the book you had just gifted him. His voice was quiet, but also self-assured. “It was entirely too short of a kiss to count as a ‘thank you’. You might as well just have given me a peck on the cheek.” 

Rolan continued flipping pages of the tome, doing his best to act uninterested in your kiss and your presence, even though the both of you knew all too well it was a lie. 

“Don’t worry,” you started to take your leave, giving Rolan a playful pat on the shoulder. You paused for a moment, leaning into his ear to whisper, “I’ll make sure the next time I pester you goes more in your favor.”    

Watching your form retreat into the portal, Rolan brought a finger to lips, just ghosting along the surface you had latched onto not seconds before. 

Emerging from their eavesdropping positions, Cal and Lia could not help but give Rolan a pair of mischievous smiles. 

Watching as the whirls of the portal spun around you, you overheard one last bit of conversation just before your body was transported back to the upper floor of Sorcerous Sundries.

“Not one word,” Rolan warned, his stern body language failing to conceal the pleased sound within his voice. 

“Told you to just ask them out.” 

“Lia!” 

Zevlor

⚔️ It had been some time since you defeated The Absolute. Of course, despite the changing season, much of Baldur’s Gate was in need of repair and renovation. While Halsin had taken many refugees to his new settlement in Reithwin, a part of the former Shadow-Cursed Lands, many chose to remain in the city and restart their lives there. Being a frequent flyer of the city yourself, you found it easy to visit those who chose to stay behind. One such individual, a former Hellrider called Zevlor, was someone you found yourself visiting more than the others. 

You shifted the rather large rectangle basket within your grasp, moving it so it rested within the crook of your left arm as you freed your right hand, before raising it to knock upon the unmarked door before you. Faintly, you could make out whispered gossip floating up from the stairs behind you, but you paid the hushed voices no mind. Sure, to outsiders it may have seemed odd that the savior of Badlur’s Gate was so keen on visiting the same acquaintance, one who resided in such simple dwellings, but to you the luxury afforded as a hero and adventurer paled in comparison to a good conversation between friends. 

‘Friends’. The word echoed in your head, like a schoolmarm repeating the dishonest words of a misbehaved child. 

In truth, you found yourself more drawn to the older paladin than perhaps you’d like to admit. You found your admiration and respect for the former Hellrider only grew with each passing visit, and now, there was hardly a day the tiefling did not fondly cross your mind. 

Then again, those silly girlish feelings would no doubt ruin the peaceful nature of your current relationship with Zevlor, so you pushed them aside in favor of maintaining a friendship while pining rather than speaking your truth and risking having no relationship at all. 

Hearing a shuffle of objects on the other side of the door, you smiled and released a breath you didn't know you were holding. It was just like any other day, there was no reason to get nervous now. 

“Ah, Tav,” Zevlor opened the door with a soft smile, “Right on time, as usual.” Always the gentleman, Zevlor stepped back, holding the door open for you. 

“My parents always said punctuality is a virtue,” you smiled, remembering their words fondly. “As much as I try to embody their lessons, this life doesn’t present many opportunities to do so, so I like to fit them in where I can.” 

Zevlor hummed, closing the door behind you. “They must be proud of you. Not every parent can claim their daughter is one of the great heroes of Baldur’s Gate.” 

Walking over to the settee just beyond the door, you took your usual spot seated on the right-hand side of the rather cramped sitting area. Despite being inside Zevlor’s home many times, you still found yourself amazed at how the tiefling managed to move around without knocking his tail into everything. 

The furnished room Zevlor currently resided in was a single-room loft, settled above a rather quaint little cafe spot in the lower part of the city. It wasn’t much, and it had very little privacy, especially for visitors, but that was little concern of yours. And despite Zevlor’s constant apologies for the small space, you felt more at home seated inside his little apartment than you did your camp at times. 

In the corner opposite the door, a cast-iron stove and a washing basin with a faucet were secluded just beyond a shutter-style room divider. You knew from previous visits that was where Zevlor always warmed the kettle for your meeting tea. Next to the settee you were seated on was a single dresser, about waist high. Upon it sat the few various plates and utensils Zevlor used daily as well as the collection of mismatched tea cups and teapots. And despite never seeing the inside of them, you assumed the drawers of the dresser housed his clothing and armor. Although, you must admit you were rather curious as to how he got his chainmail and breastplate to fit. 

Directly across from the settee, on the opposite wall was a twin-sized bed, undoubtedly too small for the tiefling paladin, even if he was never one to complain. Zevlor always kept it neatly made, the sheets all tucked in evenly, almost as if no one had slept in it the night prior. You supposed he had no choice, if he wished to entertain guests, as there was no way for their eyes to avoid it. Then again, a part of you had a feeling that order and precision were just key elements of who Zevlor was. Despite no longer being a Hellrider, and having long broken his oath as a paladin, several of his attributes like discipline and respect went far beyond any former occupation or title. 

Setting your surprise gift onto the wooden coffee/dining table before you, you answered Zevlor’s observation with a much more melancholy smile. “I’d like to think that, if they were still here, that yes, they’d be proud.” 

Taken aback by your revelation, Zevlor’s face fell before he recanted. “Tav, forgive me. I did not know your parents had passed. But I do still believe that regardless of where their souls may be now, they are looking upon you with pride.” 

Careful not to accidentally knock you with his tail, Zevlor retrieved the teapot, ready with tea already steeping, and two of the mismatched cups, before he returned to be seated next to you. 

Due to the tight nature of the room’s layout, and the small stature of the settee, every visit between the two of you resulted in your knees touching. In the beginning, Zevlor was overly apologetic, insisting he could instead sit on the bed, and allow you to have the sofa all to yourself, but you insisted the proximity was more than fine. You knew many people still saw tieflings as devils, monsters, or hellspawns, but you were not among them. The tieflings were just like any other race you had encountered on your journey: they were simply doing their best to survive. 

If anything, the hardships Zevlor and the tiefling refugees endured before arriving in Emerald Grove only made you respect them more. You were no stranger to hardship. You knew how difficult it was to have to get back up after you’ve been beaten; particularly how hard it was to accomplish the sixth or seventh time around, but it was something Zevlor managed to do with dignity when leading his people. 

You knew he did not see it similarly, his mind having been temporarily corrupted by The Absolute, but you would have fared no better if it was not for The Emperor’s intrusion. Truth be told, few minds ever could have resisted such a powerful psychic force. And even though several of Zevlor’s former tiefling friends and allies held him in contempt to this day, you could not bring yourself to agree with them. 

After the tea had been poured and sipped, your comfortable silence gave way to conversation. 

“How long will you be in the city this time? Any adventures planned for the future?” Zevlor asked. 

“I do have some news,” you admitted, placing your teacup down. “I’ve been thinking of this for a while now, but I needed some time to come to terms with it.” 

Zevlor motioned for you to go on. 

“Well, it’s been nearly seven months since our victory against The Absolute, against Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric Thorm. The former Shadow-Cursed Lands have blossomed into a new hope for so many people. I’ve thought about hanging up my adventurer’s hat. At least for now.” 

“I see. And what will you do with all your spare time? Travel? The Sword Coast has much to see, or so I’m told.” 

You shook your head. “I’ve been thinking of settling down.” You fiddled with your fingers, hands resting in your lap. “Maybe starting a family.” 

“Oh,” came Zevlor’s deflated response. “I see.”  

You placed a reassuring hand on Zevlor’s shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, I love helping people. And I want to continue to do it. But I think I can do it differently, in a way where I can have both, ya know?” 

Zevlor nodded, clearing his throat. “Yes, certainly. It makes sense. You’re young, you want to live life to the fullest but you also don’t want to live it alone. I understand perfectly.” 

Seeing Zevlor’s downtrodden posture, you brought your hand down from his shoulder and placed it on top of his. “The reason I wanted to tell you was because, well, I was wondering if perhaps you’d like to come with me?” 

Zevlor’s eyes snapped up. “I’m- I’m sorry?” 

“I found a house, a cottage in east of Reithwin. It’s nothing fancy, and it’s most certainly in need of some major repairs but there are two rooms. It’d be away from the chaos of the city, in a town itself that is starting anew. I thought, there’d be a chance, you’d prefer those circumstances as opposed to living here.” 

Zevlor swallowed harshly. “I’m not certain what to say. You’ve already been such a help to me and my people. You’ve forgiven me even after… I do not know if such an old tiefling like myself is worthy of such kindness.” 

“Oh Zevlor,” you sighed, pulling the older man in for a reassuring hug. “You deserve this kindness and more. You’ve survived so much, and you’re the reason so many others have survived. You stood up and fought The Absolute’s Army when it descended upon the city. You could have hidden. You knew what kind of power it had, you knew all too well the way it could destroy your mind. But you chose to do the right thing. You’re incredibly brave, and I wish you could hear me say that and believe it.” 

Letting Zevlor go, you could see the faintest bit of water welling up within his eyes. But to further spare the former Hellrider any embarrassment, you thought it best if you took this time to go. 

Standing up, you carefully slid over the rectangle box towards Zevlor before making your way toward the door. 

“What’s this?” Zevlor asked, taking a good look at the box. 

“Oh, I saw them at the market the other day, and I wanted you to have them.” 

“Tav, please,” Zevlor started, his hands held up in protest. “You’ve already given me so much. I couldn’t possibly-” 

You cut him off before he could start his whole self-deprecating spiel up again. “It’s nothing big, just a token. I wanted you to have your own set. That way, even if you don’t wish to come along with me, we’ll be able to use and enjoy them when I come and visit you here.” 

You opened the door, letting yourself out. But before you descended the stairs, you turned to face Zevlor one more time. “I’ll be at the Elfsong Tavern for a few more days, I have some things to get in order, some other people to see. I want you to know we’ll still be… friends if you don’t change your mind. Although,” you spoke, a relaxed smile upon your face. “I truly hope you will.” 

You reached for the doorknob, pulling it closed behind you. 

Zevlor waited, listening to your footsteps as your boots descended the stairs. When he was sure you were not going to return, his clawed fingers moved to carefully remove the top of the box, being mindful not to scratch the contents inside. Once the lid was off, the softest of gasps escaped his red lips. 

Nestled in the box was a matching tea set: one teapot, three teacups, three saucers, one sugar bowl, and one cream pitcher. The rims of everything were painted to look gold, and the main design itself was a collection of watercolor flowers, each very dainty yet boldly elegant. 

Gently, one of Zevlor’s hands grazed over his knee on the part where yours rested against his just moments ago. 

“Friends,” Zevlor spoke aloud. The word repeated inside the Hellriders mind. But unlike the commanding voice of The Absolute, it was soft and sweet and entirely in your tone. And in its echo a second word emerged, although similar in sound and nature, the weight of it felt differently settled upon his heart. 

‘Family,’ Zevlor thought looking down at the tea set you gifted him. ‘Yes, I do think I would like that.’ 

A/N 2.0: Can you tell how much of a soft spot I have for Zevlor? Related Fun fact I took a BG3 personality quiz once, and it said that I’m him due to my longtime suffering and constant masochist desire to keep doing the right thing even though life punishes me for it…

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1.3k words, angst w a happy ending, implied forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, kissing, reader is wearing a dress, not proofread, started this on nye inspired on you don't go to parties by 5sos but idt it's the exact vibe?, one swear word

a/n: ten days past new year's, but needed time to get my shit together skfnkenf anyways, been in a very beomgyu mood lately

“Long time no see.” Choi Beomgyu's words were accompanied by the momentary increase in volume from the party before it muffled out, and all that was left was cold and crickets.

You passed a cursory glance over your shoulder as he joined you to lean over the balcony's stone railing that looked out into the gardens spread below. “Long time no see, for sure,” you agreed, turning slightly to get a better look at him.

His dark hair, shaggy and falling in his eyes, hung just above his shoulders in an effortless mullet. He wore a dress shirt undone at the top two buttons with a silver chain hanging upon his delicate collarbones. He shivered slightly. “You know, I didn't think you'd actually come.”

You drew your finger absentmindedly over the swirls in the stone beneath your forearms. “Yeah, I didn't think I would either.” But if you were honest with him, you would have said that it was all Lia's doing—that your friend had somehow persuaded you to attend Beomgyu's New Year's Eve bash with her, then proceeded to let you borrow one of her dresses when you argued that you had nothing to wear.

But if you were honest with yourself, you would have said that you wouldn't have missed this for the world. That Lia never needed to persuade you or loan a dress for you to come.

He fixed his eyes on you, dark and wide and adoring. The way he looked at you made you feel like you belonged here tonight when you sure as hell didn't. You belonged on the couch in Yoon's apartment, getting drunk off shitty champagne while the ball dropped to signal the New Year. Instead, you were freezing your ass outside a party you didn't want to be at. Really, you were just here for him. Even Lia knew that when she convinced you.

When was the last time you'd been to one of these fuckass social events? Whenever it was, it was the last time you saw Beomgyu because you didn't go to these things anymore. It was one of the few places you could even be around him without any fuss from anyone else.

Beomgyu took a step closer to you, and your traitorous body didn't move away. Your heart betrayed you, palpitating in your ribcage. “Did you come with anybody?” He asked.

You weren't entirely sure what information he really wanted out of the question.

“Just Lia,” you said.

He swallowed, nodding.

“You,” you stammered, “you clean up really well.” There was a vague gesture made to his figure. He'd always looked like he walked straight out of a Vogue magazine cover, but there was something in the way the cold bit his nose until it was pink and how the moon made his eyes shine.

“Thanks,” he murmured. “You look good, too. You always have.”

It came to you then, a stark reminder that this was something of a fever dream. You were standing here before a boy you shouldn't be with in a dress you didn't own and at a party you didn't belong at.

At what point in time would the magic disappear and leave you with a pumpkin, rags, and dashed hopes?

He was shivering again, and your lips pulled down into a frown. “You're shaking,” you said, tugging at the sleeves of the jacket around your shoulders and opening up the side for him to duck under with you. “We should go inside.”

He wasted no time slipping next to you, his arm curling around your waist and his other tugging the jacket half over his broad shoulder. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “If you're more comfortable talking to me out here, then let me freeze.”

You turned your head over toward him and realized how close your faces now sat. You could see the texture of his skin, the tenderness in his eyes. Your side was pressed against his side while your body gradually shared its warmth.

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “Talk to you about what?”

“Anything,” he exhaled. For a second, he smiled. It was beautiful and sad—his eyes tilted in upturned crescents but trembling in yearning. He'd been all you wanted, and you'd been all he wanted.

Anything. Let me freeze.

Your breathing went shallow. “Any New Year's resolutions?” You asked, unable to form coherent words for any other thought. You wanted this to be real; you didn't want the magic to disappear at midnight.

Beomgyu's lips parted for a moment. “Resolutions?” He echoed. “Uhm, I'd say perform with the band… try to do some more volunteering and… to travel the world.” His chin tilted toward you. “How about you?”

“Apply to more scholarships, pick up baking, and… maybe learn how to play the guitar,” you said.

He smiled again, and you couldn't help but return the expression. “You'd look good playing the guitar.”

“I'd like to be good at playing the guitar.”

“Same difference.”

You let out a laugh and so did he, your heads ducking together for a second before you were both looking at each other again. “Ever the flatterer.”

“Always,” he said easily. “I'm a great tutor. Just sayin’.”

“Oh, you play the guitar?” You teased.

“Just a little,” he played along. He pursed his lips, thumb grazing over your side. “So are you kissing anyone at midnight?”

You gnawed on your lip. “Beomgyu…”

“I'm not saying it has to be me,” he said. Beomgyu sighed, the breath exhaling out into the air in a visible puff of air. “But I'd like to be a choice.” His voice went quiet at the end of his comment, and that was the only uncertainty he expressed in how you would respond.

If Beomgyu was anything, he was confident and sure of himself. But there were always exceptions, and you'd turned him down before.

You didn't know what made you tell him, but you said, “You've always been my first choice.”

His expression wavered—that strong front faltered like the ripples in a pond. “Don't say that if you don't mean it.” He couldn't count the number of parties he'd gone to, eyes searching the crowd, but coming up empty every time. He couldn't count the number of nights he fell asleep wishing that he was your first choice.

“I wouldn't say it unless I did.”

From inside the house, the sound of the countdown was unmistakable. It shook your bones, the THIRTY, TWENTY-NINE, TWENTY-EIGHT,... With each number that counted down, you felt your heart pick up in speed, and you didn't know what to do anymore.

Would this all disappear at midnight?

You turned to Beomgyu, the jacket falling from his shoulder and draping down your back. You both fumbled to tug the other end over your opposite shoulder, fingers bumping into each other and breaths painting swirls in the space between you. “I have,” you said quietly, “another resolution.”

His fingers were still on the lapels of your jacket. “Tell me.”

“We make this work.” Your voice faltered for a moment, but you cleared it and forced some power behind it over the sounds of TEN, NINE, EIGHT,... “Whatever we are—whatever we want to be—we make it work.”

His dark eyes glittered as silver lined the rims. His lips pressed together into a smile, but even so suppressed, he couldn't shield the exuberance from peaking out. He nodded his head. “Yes—yeah, it's a deal. We'll make this work.”

When he agreed, you both broke into mutual grins. No more avoiding parties, no more skirting around people's expectations, no more ignoring your own wants.

THREE, TWO, ONE—HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Beomgyu's hands came up to cup your face and he leaned over, taking your mouth for his own, finally. Your hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, your bodies pressing together as close as you could manage.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured against your mouth. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you said, breathing a sigh of relief and contentment. To a new year of promises, goals, and resolutions; of new relationships and old friends—you would go into the new year with Beomgyu by your side.

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[itshaejinju]

Random BG3 Headcanons (#3) -Touch Starved-

Like there are so many characters that are touched starved, just a few people that came to mind and thoughts.

Astarion doesn’t even realize it that he’s touched starved for genuine affection. Not the dalliances for Cazador the fodder he brought back to the mansion. He didn’t even recognize the touches when Tav and slept with him that first time. It wasn’t until they were inspecting the ritual on his back slowly tracing fingers over the thick gnarled scars. Their touch was soothing….healing the horror of what happened a little bit a start to a long journey. Astarion finds himself relaxing, leaning into the gentle strokes and fingers running through his hair as they relax for the night reading a book.

Karlach poor girl is stark raving mad for touch but the fear of burning someone alive with the touch will do that to you. She gets jealous seeing others being able to touch so freely but it doesn’t last long as instead of turning it to anger Karlach loves vicariously through them. She will ask whoever if it is okay to describe it just to help her remember and for private stress release times. When her and Tav finally can touch it’s overstimulating and can’t feel it always so because her system is over drive. Karlach is in such a daze unaware until one morning tangled in arms and legs of Tav that it is the best thing ever. She loves holding hands and will hug anyone willing.

Rolan touched starved because of a wall he put up keeping himself and Lia and Cal safe. There was not much time for personal relations when he spent all of his time studying learning spells and watching his siblings. He knew he would get around to finding a mate but one thing lead to another and he forgot about a spouse, a fling or even any affection that wasn’t platonic. One day Tav placed a flower crown on his head hands grazing over his horns causing a shiver down his spine startling him. Just a small gentle touch and he grew flustered why did that feel good? He didn’t need their affection with all the trouble Tav had caused him already. This bright smile amongst the doom surrounding them. Absolutely melts with fingers being dragged up and down his arms and back, his tail wrapped around Tavs leg.

Dammon didn’t realized he was touch starved until he received a hug from Tav after helping Karlach. That the more he saw Tav as they visited often to have weapons repaired enjoying their company enjoying their open nature. Carefree with their forms of appreciation patting him on the back making him lean into the touches. Throughly enjoys shoulder and neck massages after a long day at the forge.

[fafnir19]

Things are changing in the Eternal City

In the heart of Rome, beneath the golden rays of the sun, Lias and Alexandra strolled along the cobblestone streets, their differences as stark as the contrast between ancient ruins and modern cafes. "I can't believe we're finally in Rome, Lias! I can't wait to capture all these moments for Instagram," Alexandra beamed, her fingers already itching to snap a picture of a quaint coffee shop they passed by. Lias chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he replied, "Yes, I'm excited to delve into the history and culture of this city. But do you think we can pick up the pace a bit? We don't want to miss out on visiting the Vatican Museums."

Rolling her eyes playfully, Alexandra quipped, "Oh, Lias, always the nerd rushing to the museums. Can't you just enjoy the sights with me?" The tension between their contrasting interests simmered beneath the surface as they continued their exploration. Alexandra's camera was a constant companion, capturing every detail that caught her eye, while Lias remained patient, albeit slightly exasperated at times. As they reached the iconic Trevi Fountain, Alexandra's excitement peaked. "Let's take a couple selfie, Lias! It would look amazing on my feed," she exclaimed, holding up her phone. Lias hesitated, his shy nature conflicting with Alexandra's outgoing persona. "I... I don't really want to be on Instagram," he mumbled, feeling the weight of her disappointment. With a resigned sigh, Alexandra settled for a compromise, handing her phone to Lias. "Fine, just take a picture of me then. Make sure to capture the coin toss for good luck!"

As Alexandra posed by the fountain, tossing a coin over her shoulder, she whispered a wish under her breath. "I wish Lias would understand my passion for Instagram." Little did she know, the ancient magic of the Trevi Fountain listened intently to her plea, ready to work its unpredictable charm. The next morning, Alexandra awoke to an unfamiliar sight. Lias, no longer the reserved bookworm she knew, stood before her with a newfound confidence and vitality. His once slender frame had transformed into a sculpted physique, his demeanor exuding a magnetic allure. "Good morning, love. I went for a run and took some photos for Instagram," Lias grinned, his eyes gleaming with a newfound self-assurance.

As Alexandra gawked in disbelief, Lias drew her into a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter than the Roman sun. Their intimate moment transcended any lingering doubt, leaving Alexandra breathless and craving for more.

Together, they embarked on a day filled with laughter, exploration, and endless photo opportunities. Lias, now an embodiment of Instagram perfection, effortlessly guided Alexandra in capturing the ideal shots, his charm and intellect dazzling her even more. Unbeknownst to them, a subtle shift had taken place in the fabric of their relationship, setting the stage for unforeseen desires and revelations to unfold in the ancient city of Rome. And little did Alexandra realize that her wish at the Trevi Fountain would lead to a metamorphosis beyond her wildest dreams.

As the sun descended over the majestic Colosseum, casting a golden hue upon the ancient stones, Lias and Alexandra found themselves immersed in a whirlwind of newfound revelations and unexpected desires.

Their journey through Rome had taken an unforeseen turn, leading them down a path laced with intrigue and temptation. "Lias, you look absolutely stunning in those photos. I can't believe how much you've changed," Alexandra gushed, her admiration evident in every word she spoke. Lias adjusted his jacket, the fabric hugging his toned physique as he replied, "It's amazing what a little morning light and exercise can do. I never thought I'd enjoy this side of Instagram, but it's been quite the transformation." As they wandered through the bustling streets of Rome, a sense of unease lingered beneath their newfound facade. Alexandra couldn't shake the feeling that Lias had become a different person, one who not only rivaled her in aesthetic appeal but also surpassed her in confidence and allure. "Hey, Alex, do you mind if we stop by that Roman bathhouse I read about? I could use a bit of relaxation," Lias suggested, his eyes glinting with a newfound sense of adventure. Alexandra hesitated, her mind clouded with thoughts of the changes in Lias. "Sure, that sounds nice. But I hope you're still the same Lias I fell in love with," she murmured, a hint of doubt tainting her words. Upon entering the opulent bathhouse, the contrast between their personalities became even more pronounced. Lias embraced the luxurious surroundings with a sense of ease, reveling in his newfound physicality, while Alexandra felt a pang of insecurity, unsure of where she fit in this altered dynamic.

As they indulged in the pampering treatments, a handsome young man caught Lias's attention. Bente, with his sharp intellect and charming demeanor, engaged Lias in a conversation that sparked a connection amongst them. "Alexandra, this is Bente. We met in the bathhouse, and he's been sharing some fascinating insights about Rome with me," Lias introduced, his eyes lingering on Bente with a hint of intrigue.

Alexandra forced a smile, her unease growing as she felt a wave of jealousy wash over her. "Nice to meet you, Bente. I'm glad you and Lias are... enjoying your conversation," she replied, her tone laced with a touch of defensiveness. As they continued their exploration of Rome, Bente joined them.

As they meandered through the labyrinthine streets of Rome, Alexandra's heart felt a pang of jealousy with each passing moment. Bente's presence had subtly shifted the dynamic between them, making her feel like an unwanted intruder in her own relationship with Lias. "You know, Alexandra, there's really no need for this jealousy," Bente chimed in, his voice smooth and soothing like honey dripping from a comb. "I'm just here to enjoy the sights and have a good time with Lias. No ulterior motives, I promise." Alexandra's lips formed a thin line as she glared at Bente, her eyes shooting daggers that could pierce through steel. "Oh, sure. Just innocently enjoying each other's company, are we? No wonder I feel like a third wheel in my own relationship." Lias, caught in the middle of this emotional crossfire, shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to diffuse the tension mounting between his girlfriend and newfound friend. Clearing his throat, he attempted to lighten the mood. "Let's not dwell on this negativity, shall we? We're in Rome, for Jupiter's sake! A city steeped in history, grandeur, and romance. Let's make the most of it." As they reached the iconic Trevi Fountain, the tension thickened like gelato in the scorching Roman sun. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Bente fished a coin out of his pocket and flipped it into the shimmering waters of the fountain. "I wish that Alexandra wouldn't be so consumed by baseless jealousy," he murmured, his words carried away by the gentle whisper of the fountain's cascading waters. And then, as if by some ancient magic lingering in the Roman air, the impossible happened. Lias turned to Bente, their eyes locking in a fiery gaze that spoke volumes of desire and longing. In a daring move, their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a flame of desire that burned brighter than the Roman candles at dusk.

Alexandra's eyes widened in disbelief as she witnessed the scene unfold before her. Her boyfriend and the charming Bente, intertwined in a fiery embrace, their desires igniting a spark that she had never seen in Lias before. Bente's wish that Alexandra should not be jealous for no reason has come true - now, Alexandra has every reason to be jealous!

Alexandra stood frozen in shock, her heart twisting in a tumult of emotions. Betrayal, jealousy, confusion. All swirling in her mind like a tempestuous storm threatening to engulf her.

Before she could even process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her, Lias turned to her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Looks like things are getting interesting, my dear Alexandra. Care to join us in this newfound adventure?" And just like that, the boundaries of their relationship blurred into a tangled web of desire and jealousy. Lias reveled in being the object of affection for both Alexandra and Bente, relishing in the attention and adoration that surrounded him. As the day turned into night, the trio found themselves entangled in a passionate tryst, their bodies moving in a symphony of desire and longing. Alexandra and Bente, consumed by jealousy and desire, could not resist the magnetic pull that Lias exerted over them. In that moment, amidst the ruins of Rome and the echoes of forbidden love, Lias emerged as the enigmatic figure at the center of it all. Unconstrained by societal norms or conventional labels, he reveled in the chaos and passion that swirled around him. And so, in the heart of Rome's ancient streets, a new chapter unfolded for Lias, Alexandra, and Bente, bound together by a web of desire, jealousy, and unspoken truths.

The eternal city bore witness to a tale as old as time, yet tinged with a modern twist that would leave its mark on them forever.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Post-July Break Bingo Masterpost

So I've had this beauty for a while from @julybreakbingo but have finally finished it! These delightful folks started our love affair with Bingo cards, and we're so glad to finally have another masterlist for them. I hope it's enjoyed!

"We're meant for each other." Part of 'With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear', Clint x Matt (Dumpsterbros). Chapter 17 - Clint is introduced to Matt's family. 'Holding hands underneath the table' Part of 'With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear', Clint x Matt (Dumpsterbros). Chapter 17 - Clint is introduced to Matt's family. 'First Time' Natasha finally agrees to dance with Bucky. It only took most of a year. '"Alright, let's hear it. I know you've had time to think of some good excuses."' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 23. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Matt is caught in the shower, and Clint decides to punish him. CW: Kinky sex, sexual ‘punishment’. 'A prepared to take the killing blow for B, but at the last second B takes it for A instead' Wet & (Emotionally) Messy. Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark. After a tough mission, James finds Tony's vulnerable side. CW: Mentions of death of a peripheral character, mentions of violent altercation, smut. Mostly just smut. Anal fingering & anal intercourse, M/M oral, dom/sub dynamic, bratty submissive. 'Touch Starved' Silver & Gold - Chapter Three. A lazy morning and some local exploration with the CrazyGirl. CW: Smut.

[sasha199]

Gale/ Rolan Drama Part 14

Read all of me on A03

Mayhem and Madness

Rating: E

Pairings: Rolan & Fem Human Tav, Astarion & Shadowheart & Fem Half-elf Tav

This post is mostly fluff and angst but others are explicit.

Y’all…this game hits different when your Tav is a stand in for yourself.

My sister and I are playing a multiplayer as ourselves, as sisters. I (Sasha) am romancing both Gale and Rolan. Sister (Marlie) is pulling both Astarion and Shadowheart.

"It was out of nowhere, I don't understand." I'm pulling on my Gloves of Power as we sit in the yard of Last Light. "I mean, it didn't even really make sense."

"Sounds to me like you were shit talking his ex-girlfriend and he got upset."

"Sure, but that doesn't mean I was wrong. Does it?" It's been a while since I've worn these gloves, they fit more snuggly than I remember.

"Not the point. Nobody likes being reminded of how awful their partners were, even if it is justified. Shall I list YOUR exes and all their flaws?"

"There's just the one."

"No there's two. But the one was bad enough."

"The second was a re-bound from the first, that doesn't count."

"It does…" Marlie glances at Astarion as he approaches, swaggering up from Dammon's smithy, "especially if you said those three little words to her?"

I think back, flexing my wrists, trying to stretch the leather. "I plead the fifth."

"A fifth of what?" Astarion drawls, "Tea is best served warm, darling."

"The phrase is 'spill the tea,' friend. You're thinking of revenge."

"Always," he smiles sarcastically, "my favorite chilled dish."

"If we're done exchanging incorrect idioms…" Marlie frowns at me, "What's happening here? Are you wearing those gloves or not?"

I stop fidgeting, "Yes, yes. Let's go inside I want to see Lia."

"Planning to shoot her full of thorns?"

"I'd like to shoot somebody, not Lia though."

"Oh." Astarion's eyebrows wiggle appreciatively as we make our way into the foyer of the Inn. I see Shadowheart seated at a table near the bar. "Has our little pacifist gone feral? I do love to see it. We'll make a villain of you yet."

"You're wasting your breath, Astarion." Shadowheart smirks, pushing the chair next to her aside for Marlie. "Sasha is as incorruptible as these pathetic Selunites."

"Say it a little louder." I hiss, as a couple of the nearby Harpers glance over at us.

"I would if I thought it would do any good, but they're depressingly dedicated." Shadowheart tosses her braid, she makes a face like she smells something rotting.

I look around for Lia, she's not at the bar. Jaheira is at her usual post, deep in discussion with Isobel.

So that's what's gotten Shart's braid in a twist. She’s taken to becoming extra finnicky any time the Selunite cleric is present. I’m starting to think her devotion to Shar is all an act with how kind and considerate she's been, particularly towards Marlie.

I'd tried to approach her religion with an open mind upon the reveal that she worshipped the Lady of Loss. How could I not after she'd gone to such lengths to hide her affiliation from me? My background in religion was far from extensive, the Faerun pantheon is huge, but the more I learned about Thorm and what he had done to this land in Shar's name the more I hated it. These Dark Justiciars that she was so adamant about learning from and joining seemed downright horrible to me. Plus, the whole concept of loss, of giving up oneself for the relief of oblivion, touched a nerve that brought me right back to stark white walls and meaningless medical jargon.

My senses are suddenly consumed by a sterile chemical smell and I breath in the goblet of wine Astarion set in front of me to drown it out.

"You sniff your drinks now? I'm glad to see you've learned caution, but I did not spike that particular bottle." Jaheira has come over to us, the druid places a hand on her hip, a crooked smile flashes across her face. She always looks like she's on the verge of laughing, perhaps a habit she picked up after so many dangerous adventures.

"This time." Shadowheart’s words are biting and her eyes throw daggers at Isobel who stands just behind Jaheira, "I'd not let you poison my allies twice."

"What can we do for you Jaheira?" I ask politely, I've grown to respect the Harper, if not exactly like her. I haven't quite found it in me to forgive her either. She gave me quite the fright when she wrapped Marlie in vines and threatened to kill her, to kill us all, until Mol intervened.

Mol. The memory of that one-eyed little girl, the thought of her out there lost in this blasted darkness sets my stomach churning. I realize Jaheira has been speaking, and I drag my mind back to the conversation, force myself to focus on her words.

"We'll let you know." Marlie is saying to her, "When we have answers so will you."

"All our faith goes with you." Isobel says. The cleric always sounds composed, so perfectly unruffled. The only time I’ve seen her surprised was during the attack with Marcus.

Shadowheart snorts. Loudly.

"Thank you," I say hurriedly rising from the table, "we won't let you down." That feels like the right thing to say. I follow Jaheira for a few steps as she and Isobel walk away, "Have you seen Lia?"

"She's upstairs," Isobel's voice is cool but not unfriendly, "she requested a quiet place to think. I offered her my room."

"Thank you," I say quickly, " And we do mean it, we’ll share all the information we find."

Isobel catches my sleeve before I can depart, "Please, be cautious. I did not exaggerate about the dangers. There is urgency, yes, but Ketheric Thorm is not a merciful man. Do not run afoul of him, do what you must to maintain your cover."

I look at the cleric a moment, not sure how to respond. I place my gloved hand on top of the one clutching my sleeve. There's a desperation in her grasp, something her eyes aren't giving away, but I can feel it regardless. "I won't let anything happen to my sister. Or to any of you. I’ll do my best, I promise."

She nods. There is no relief in her tight eyes, words weight as much as wind, but she does release me.

Isobel's room is the only one on the second floor, to give the cleric privacy for her Moonmaiden rituals. I can never find the stair case to get up there so I circle the inn a couple of times. I see Bex and Danis talking, the tiefling children playing a hopscotch game, and two Harpers having an intimate discussion in an office-type area. I enjoy seeing quiet moments between the people who dwell at Last Light, it reminds me of why we do what we do.

Lia is out on the balcony, near the shrine that Isobel has set up for Selune. The moonlight is especially beautiful here, almost completely piercing the darkness. It's the closest I've come to seeing daylight in so long. She turns as my footsteps echo on the hollow wooden planks, pushing her hair behind her left ear. She's polished her horns. I feel a smile stretch across my face as our eyes meet. Every time I see her I feel such relief, to know that she is safe is a weight lifted from my heart. She rushes toward me, enveloping me in a crushing hug. I hold her and rock her, letting the strength of her embrace walk me back a step or two. I'm careful to tilt my head away from her horns.

"I've come to say good-bye," I say as we break apart. "We're going for him."

Her orange irises flick back and forth between my eyes, as if she's searching for something. "You can't mean that."

"I do." I walk with her to the edge of the balcony, taking in the shadowy view. "I'm tired of strategizing, tired of waiting for more news that makes this all seem insurmountable. Its time we let the whole of Moonrise know exactly what they're dealing with. I'm ready." I don't know who's steady and sure voice this is, but it sounds a lot like mine.

"Well," Lia tosses her dark hair out of her face, it swings back to cover her right eye, "then I hope you know that I love you. That I'm grateful you stood by me in the grove. That you didn't abandon me, or Cal. That you haven't given up on us…despite Rolan's best efforts."

It's then that I hear a throat clear loudly. I turn to see Rolan and Cal seated at the makeshift bar behind us.

"We'll be rooting for you." Cal walks over to envelop me in an awkward side hug, "For you all to come back in one piece."

I smile up at him, "Marlie would love to see you," I say snuggling my head playfully on his shoulder. "One last chance to talk shit about older siblings?"

He laughs and excuses himself, Lia kisses my cheek before following him.

I move to go as well, and Rolan clears his throat again.

I purse my lips, pausing mid-step to turn to him. He's not looking at me, instead he's examining the bar in front of him, one hand scratching idly at the splintery surface.

"Yes?"

"Are you not going to bid me farewell?"

"Farewell."

His eyes flash up, brows furrowed in emotion before he schools his features. "Such cheek." His hair is twisted back over his ears, hiding them. Disappointing. "You could die."

"Of course."

"I'd never see you again."

I blink at him. "Such is the finality of death, yes."

His face falls a bit at that response, I try to ignore the guilt blooming in my belly. Of course he knows that, damn it I'm the worst. "If that does happen, Isobel will need you, Rolan. I hope I can count on you to persevere."

He walks over to me, fiddling with a bracer on his left wrist. "It seems that's all I do these days. Persevere. Endure. Wait." After a moment, his mouth quirks into an odd contemplative smirk, "Perhaps, if death were to be your fate, I could come after you."

I'm confused, "Like you'd follow me?"

"Only to drag you back into the land of the living, mind. I have heard the Fugue Plane is an awful place for mortal souls this time of year."

I glance around, "Worse than this?"

"Avernus was worse." His tone is serious at those words, but his voice takes on a more jovial cadence as he continues. "I'm sure even I could handle the dreary assembly lines and bureaucracies of the plane of 'in-betweens'. Might be interesting to watch you play the damsel for once. Though I'm sure you would be terrible at it."

I want to laugh, I really do. But what he's saying touches me, even if it is just a joke. It's a nice thought that someone would care, would think about me and make an effort to rescue me for a change if all of this went to the hells in a handbasket.  

"Rolan..."

His expression is expectant, when his eyes meet mine...I'm suddenly overwhelmed. I'm afraid my words won't be enough, and I can feel my face reflecting that.

"I wish-" I attempt to swallow the lump in my throat, "- I could do more for you."

I wish I could be more for you.

"For you all. I'm trying…" I take a breath, or two. It might actually be a frog in my throat. "I just want you to know that if I fail…if we fail…please, know I tried."

He smiles. It starts from the corner of his mouth, slow and warm. And like a rouge in the dark, it sneaks up over his whole face. Before I know it, I've crossed the space between us. He reaches for me, cups my chin with a clawed hand. Heat is radiating from him in waves. His face is so close I can count the freckles that dance across his nose. I get to twelve before I lose track of them.

Is he going to kiss me? I hope he doesn't and yet…rose water. I breathe deep, hating myself for it.

"You will not fail. It's the damnedest thing...your dependability."

"Maddening."

"Some would say that, yes," he's looking at my mouth.

I nod, his nail grazes my chin. I frown hard to keep my bottom lip from trembling. He closes his eyes and I tense slightly, braced to pull away if he tries to kiss me. But when his soft lips close over my right eye, I find myself…melting. It feels soothing, like a hot compress…I hear a sound and realize it's coming from me, from somewhere deep in my throat.

I take in breath to say something, but as his lips move to kiss my left eye, my words falter…the pounding of my heart drums out all thought.

"Come back…" I feel captured by that gaze, as if a bottomless pool of molten gold has swallowed me whole. "I'll…be here."

"Good," I say, finally finding my voice. It sounds an octave too high. "And, I'll have you know, I'd make an excellent damsel...I can faint and everything."

He huffs a laugh and lets me go.

I walk slowly off the balcony, my knees wobbling. I feel silly, why did I say that?

I don't look back, but as I blink I can still feel the gentle pressure of his lips on my eyelids.

[yuujispinkhair]

Winter's selfships:

Sukuna x Winter

Once I get a taste, I never wanna stop. Don't you ever take your fucking hands off

Sukuna is the bad boy I meet in a club who drags me headfirst into his world. At first, we both think we will just be a one-night stand, but then it becomes so much more. Sukuna fascinates me. He is such a stark contrast to the boring life I lived before running into him. He is wild and confident, so sexy and a bit dangerous. With him, I finally feel alive. He is like a drug, exciting and addictive, and able to numb all my pain. Life with Kuna feels like speeding through the city at night while the neon lights flash by and my favorite song plays at max volume. It's exciting, just like his kisses and his boyish smirk and the way he fucks me like no one else did before. I get so addicted to him and the way he makes me feel. I feel high when he looks at me with that sexy smirk while he blows cigarette smoke into my face and flirts with me in that teasing and fun way and pulls me along to get matching tattoos or get drunk at some rich guy's rooftop party we crashed. We keep hooking up with each other until one night, Kuna is like, "I think I am in love with you." And suddenly, everything falls into place. Sukuna is my King, and I am his Queen. We are in love. Deep, passionate, life-altering love that I didn't think existed in real life. But Kuna and I have a special bond. We are both outcasts. My mind doesn't work the way it should, and Sukuna is a natural-born rebel who fights any authority he encounters. We are both not made for this world. But in each other, we found someone who loves us the way we are. We are one of those "it's us against the world" couples. And as intimidating and rude as Sukuna can be, he is very sweet and charming to me. I love when his smug smirk turns into a tender smile just for me and when his tattooed arms tighten around me, and he tells me in that sexy low voice that I am his and he is mine until the end of the world.

Our Instagram dump + Sukuna's camera roll + Our wedding

Playlist:

#Cosmic - chloe mk -- You say you wanna tell me you love me on the bathroom floor. You make me wanna give it all to you. Once I get a taste, I never wanna stop. Don't you ever take your fucking hands off

#Dangerous - DeathbyRomy -- You're dangerous boy, but I love it. The feeling of your eyes on me is magic

#Bad idea - Ariana Grande -- I'ma call you over here to numb the pain

#Black Magic - Jonasu -- I'm under your spell, and I'm under your body. The way you're touching my skin. the way you're making me sin. Laying in your backseat, so put your magic on me

#Good to be bad - Talii -- Wrap your hands around my neck. Tell me I'm your favorite. Let me know that I belong to you. Light me like your cigarette, smoke it til there's nothing left

#Unlovable - Delacey -- I'm unlovable as they come, babe. But you said, "Don't talk shit about the girl I love." Tell me they were wrong and I'm enough. Tell me I'm beautiful and you're in love

#Maraschino Love - EZI -- I’ll sip you out the bottle, you're so sweet like cherry pop. Was like, "Oh my god, my new favorite drug." You go down like liquid velvet. Maraschino Love

#Pain Killer - Sickick -- Tell me you won't leave my side. Nothing really matters, you're all I need. Nothing really matters but you and me. You're my addiction

#Dirty Pretty Beautiful - The Maine -- We've got this thing and it's untouchable. It's so dirty pretty beautiful. Give me your energy. A reason to lose, to lose control.

#Maroon - Taylor Swift -- And I chose you. The one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes. And I wake with your memory over me. That's a real fucking legacy to leave

#Bad 4 Me - DeathbyRomy -- Light me up inside, using your hands. Bring me to life, babe. I need you tonight, babe. Baby, be bad for me.

#Like a God - Lia Marie Johnson -- Whiskey on ice got me feeling so nice. I tell myself this won't ever die. So love me like a god, fuck me like a god

#Call me Daddy - 11:11 -- Make a wish, let me give you these blessings. Love it when you call me daddy. Go ahead and send the addy, but only if you call me daddy

#If I - Limi -- If I held you close to my heart and mended all of your scars. If I risked it all for the night. Baby, you and I could fall in love

#Underneath your Clothes - Shakira -- Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story. There's the man I chose. There's my territory.

The song he always sings to me while I sit on his lap :) Kuna's Valentine's special :) I love this idiot so much

Art commissions from @/pupurregen @/tinymaru @/hannycho12 @/ekkura @/luvluvluv06(twitter) @/aikk00 @/katanaski @/kita-dynasty @/pastelle_rabbit

[namedaftermistakes]

just finished reading „Long Live Evil“ by the brilliant Sarah Rees Brennan and what can I say? GO READ THAT DAMN BOOK

The characters are perfectly evil and u will love them!!

Some songs that fit the book like a glove (in my humble opinion at least):

Chappell Roan - Good Luck Babe!! (sooo Emer x Lia coded!!)

YONAKA - Call Me a Saint/ Seize the Power (totally Rae-coded, duh?)

Findlay - Strange One

Ghost - Spillways

Jesse Jo Stark - So Bad

Tove Lo - True Romance

Curtis Waters - MANIC MAN (the lyrics are literally MADE for Key)

Gorillaz - She‘s My Collar (Rae x Key OBVIOUSLY)

Chromatics - Twist The Knife

XXXTentacion - Revenge

Beatsteaks - Hand in Hand

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LONG LIVE EVIL!!! FOREVER!!

For real, do yourself a favor and read that book!

[novamariestark]

Echoes, Fragments & Puzzle Pieces [B.B] [2/?]

Overall Summary: You are a young woman, trying to live your life after captivity. You live in the shadows after escaping from an organisation known as The Syndicate, desperate to copy Hydra's work. You were to be their Winter Soldier but with added "bonuses". But, when opportunity knocks, will you answer it?

Summary: Your first breakfast with the team goes just about as well as you expect. Although, someone is starting to slowly chip away the walls surrounding your trust.

Warnings: none (I don't think), maybe indication of abuse. (Instead of Y/N I've put Lia, simply just to make it flow a bit better, but of course you can replace it with your name.)

Word count: 3256 (This one is longer than I intended so it'll be a mini-series)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: eventual Bucky x reader

Part 1, Part 3

You sat cross-legged on the bed, removing the last slice of pizza resting in the box. The silence of the room was a thick blanket and it was comforting. You glanced at the clock—past midnight. The rest of the Avengers would be asleep, or at least in their own quarters.

With the empty pizza box in hand, you decided to find the kitchen to throw it away. You stepped out into the hallway, but the Tower was like a maze at night, and you quickly got turned around.

As you walked, the soft glow of the lights did little to chase away the shadows that seemed to cling to your heels. You turned a corner, then another, your brow furrowing. The kitchen should be close, but nothing looked familiar.

Suddenly, a voice sliced through the quiet. "Miss Lia, may I assist you?"

Your heart leaped into your throat. You twisted around, a defensive stance instinctively taken, your eyes searching for the intruder. But the hall was empty, just shiny and quiet.

"Who's there?" you demanded, your voice a hiss that seemed too loud in the silence.

"My apologies for startling you. I am FRIDAY, Mr. Stark's artificial intelligence system. You seem to be looking for something. Can I help guide you?"

Your muscles, tensed for a fight, slowly relaxed as you realized you were reacting to a voice from the walls, not a physical threat. You let out a breath, scolding yourself for jumping at shadows, at the benign concern of an AI.

"Yes, I... I'm just trying to throw this away," you said, lifting the pizza box slightly feeling a little awkward.

"Very well, Miss Lia. The nearest waste receptacle is in the common area kitchen. Would you like me to guide you there?"

You nodded, "Please," you said.

A soft light flickered on the wall, illuminating a path. "Follow the lights. They will lead you."

Thanking the AI, you began to follow the trail, your steps more assured now. You reached the kitchen without further incident, deposited the box, and leaned against the counter for a moment.

After tossing the pizza box, your throat felt dry, "Might as well grab a drink while I'm here," you thought, reaching for a glass. You turned on the tap, the sound of running water filling the room.

Just as you moved to take a sip, another voice cut through the quiet.

"Couldn't sleep either?"

You spun around so fast the glass slipped from your hand, shattering on the tile floor with a loud crash. You heart was racing, and you were back in that dark place where every shadow was an enemy.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," you stammered out, your eyes wide as you leant down to pick up the broken pieces. You were scared, scared you’d messed up, scared of the figure standing in the doorway.

It was Bucky. He held up his hands, showing he meant no harm. "Hey, it's okay. Just a glass," he said, his voice low and calm. He didn't come any closer, just stood there looking at her with an understanding that said he knew what it was like to be on edge.

You kept apologizing, words tumbling out in a jumble, your hands shaking. You wanted to run, to hide, to undo the silly mistake that now seemed so huge.

"Really, it's alright," Bucky reassured you again, staying where he was. "No harm done." He glanced at the broken pieces scattered across the floor. "Let me help you with that," he offered, finally stepping into the room but careful to keep a respectful distance. He moved with a quiet grace that didn't match the deadly reputation of the Winter Soldier, the other part of him that you had only heard about.

You wanted to protest, to say you could handle it, but the kind offer was hard to refuse. "Okay, thank you," you said, your words more composed now. You were still embarrassed but grateful for the help.

Together, they cleaned up the shards, Bucky picking up the larger pieces while you fetched a broom to sweep up the smaller bits. The simple act of cleaning, working side by side, felt oddly normal, a domestic chore that connected them in your shared humanity.

Once the last of the glass was disposed of, Bucky leaned against the counter, watching as you finished sweeping. "You know," he started, "the first night in the Tower can be tough. But you'll find your place here. We all do, eventually."

You leaned the broom against the wall and looked up at him. "Did you?" you asked, curious despite yourself.

Bucky's lips quirked into a half-smile. "Yeah, I did. Took some time, but yeah."

You stood in companionable silence for a moment before Bucky pushed off from the counter. "Try to get some rest," he said. "And remember, it's okay to ask for help. We're all on the same team now." With a final nod, Bucky left the kitchen, his footsteps fading into the quiet corridors.

After you left the kitchen and got back to your room, you couldn't shake off your nerves. The room felt strange and new, not yet like it was yours. You climbed into the big bed, but lying there, you couldn't stop worrying. You past as ‘Whisper’, all the secrets you were hiding—it all buzzed in your head like a swarm of bees.

You flipped your pillow, trying to find a cool spot, but nothing seemed to help. The city sounds from outside seemed louder than before, and every little noise made you more tense.

You kept shifting around, pulling the blanket up, then kicking it off. It felt like your mind was running a race, and it wouldn't slow down. You wished you could just relax, but your mind wouldn't let you.

Eventually, though, you got so tired that your eyes just stayed shut, and you fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't a nice, restful sleep—you kept dreaming of scary things, things you had done, and things that were done to you, and your heart was pounding—but at least you were asleep. The new start was harder than you thought, and you had a long way to go before this place felt like home.

The first light of morning hadn't yet managed to creep through the curtains when a soft rapping at the door nudged you from the tangle of your restless sleep. You stirred, the remnants of your uneasy dreams clinging to you like cobwebs.

"Lia, you awake?" The voice was low but clear, unmistakably Natasha's.

You blinked, your eyes adjusting to the dim outlines of your new room. You hadn't expected anyone to wake you. You lay there for a moment, gathering your thoughts, before calling out a groggy response.

"Yeah, I'm up." You voice sounded scratchy and foreign to your own ears.

You heard Natasha's soft chuckle from the other side of the door. "Breakfast is ready when you are. No rush."

Breakfast. The word felt normal, but your stomach twisted at the thought of facing the others. You pushed the blankets off and sat up, taking a deep breath to steel herself. Today was another step in your journey—a step you weren’t sure you were ready to take.

You got out of bed, your muscles stiff from the tension of the night before, and shuffled to the door. With a hesitant hand, you turned the knob and cracked the door open, meeting Natasha's patient gaze.

Natasha looked at you with kind eyes. "If it's too much, you can come back to your room, okay?" she said softly.

You nodded, feeling a little better. "Thank you," you said, her voice quiet.

Natasha smiled at her, a small, friendly smile, and then walked away. Her steps were quiet down the hall.

You watched her leave, took a deep breath, and closed the door for just a second more. You needed to be brave. Your room was a safe spot, but you knew you couldn't stay there all day. You had to go and eat breakfast—and you had to somewhat interact with your new housemates.

The new day was waiting for you, ready or not.

You took one last deep breath before you opened your door again and stepped out into the hallway. You found the dining room and paused at the entrance. Inside, the Avengers were scattered around a large table, some talking and laughing, others quietly enjoying their food. They all looked up when you walked in, and suddenly you felt like everyone could see right through you, like you were a little fish in a big, glass tank.

As you stood in the doorway, a rush of thoughts flooded your mind. "I'm not ready for this," you thought, your stomach tightening. The sight of the team felt overwhelming. "I could turn back," you mused, the safety of your room calling to you. It was your escape, your place to hide away. You hadn't been around this many people in a friendly setting for... well, you couldn't even remember. Sidewalks didn't count; there you were just another face, here you were supposed to be someone. But how could you be someone when you didn’t even know who you were.

Memories of being watched in captivity crept up on you, making your skin crawl. Back then, eyes on you meant danger, it meant pain. "This is different," you had to remind yourself, even as every instinct screamed at you to run, to find a corner where no one could see you, where you didn't have to try and fit in.

But as you hesitated, Bucky waved you over, a friendly gesture that somehow managed to pierce through the panic. "They're not a threat," you reassured yourself, "They're here to help. You're not alone anymore."

With shaky legs, you walked forward, your heart pounding like it wanted to just break through your chest and run away for you, "Just breakfast," you thought. "One meal at a time." You could do this.

You walked toward an empty spot at the table, "Morning," you said, your voice small.

Bucky passed you a plate, careful not to touch you or startle you, and you mumbled a "thanks," keeping your eyes down. You could feel their gazes on you, curious and friendly, but it still made your heart race. You sat down, took a deep breath, and reminded yourself that they were just eating breakfast, not waiting for you to do a trick or something.

Slowly, the chatter started up again, and the Avengers went back to their meals. You let out a quiet sigh of relief and began to fill your plate.

You picked at your breakfast, trying to focus on the food and not the flurry of activity around you. You were halfway through your meal when a sudden loud shout echoed through the room. Your heart leaped into your throat. Without thinking, you slid off your chair and ducked under the table, your back pressed against the cool metal legs and your head buried in your knees.

Under the table, everything was muffled, the clatter of the dishes and the low murmur of voices seeming far away, hidden by your pulse hammered in your ears, and you closed your eyes.

You heard the scrape of a chair and then saw a face come into view. It was Bucky, looking down to peer under the table at you.

"Hey," he said softly, "it's just Peter. You know, Spider-Man. He's a teenager; loud is his second language. He's harmless."

You looked up, meeting his gaze, and saw understanding there. He wasn't judging you; he was just letting you know it was safe. Slowly, you nodded and allowed him to persuade you back into the chair.

As you sat back down, you caught a glimpse of Peter across the room, telling a story to Tony and Thor. He was just a kid, really, and as you watched him wave wildly.

You wrapped you hand around your coffee mug, holding it tight, when Peter started heading your way. He was like a puppy with too much energy. You weren’t ready for more talking or sudden moves—your nerves were still on edge.

But Bucky, who had been keeping a watchful eye on you, intervened before Peter could reach the table.

"Hey, give her some space, alright?" Bucky told Peter before he got too close.

Peter stopped walking right away, looking kind of surprised. "I’m sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said from where he was, scratching his head and backing off a bit. You felt a little bad, so you sent him a small wave. How dangerous could a 15 year old be?

With Bucky looking out for you, you started to relax just a little. Maybe you could get used to this, being part of a group where people cared about you. But should you? Should you risk letting your guard down. You had walls built around your trust and people had to work hard to get at it. But for some reason, you could feel yourself letting Bucky chip away at those walls. But why? Was it because he too suffered captivity? His mind being erased too? Being used as a weapon? Maybe.

Steve gently drew your attention away from your mug. "Hey Lia, there's a few more people I'd like you to meet," he said in a soft voice that made you look up.

First, he waved over a man who had a friendly face, the kind that could put you at ease right away, framed by neatly trimmed hair and a beard that was just as tidy. His smile was quick and genuine, the kind that seemed to say he was truly glad to meet you, "This is Sam Wilson, also known as the Falcon," Steve said.

He gave you a nod and a warm smile that reached his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Lia. Welcome to the team," Sam said, his voice friendly.

Then, Steve gestured to a figure that seemed both solid and not at the same time, his skin a mix of colors like a sunset. "And this is Vision," Steve introduced. Vision's eyes met yours, and he gave you a small, almost formal bow of his head. "Greetings, Lia. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said in a clear, calm voice.

Next to Vision stood Pepper Potts, who had an air of being in charge but also kind. Her hair was neat, and she wore a smile that looked like it was used to being in command. "Hi Lia, I'm Pepper. If there's anything you need to make you feel more at home, just let me know," Pepper said, offering a little wave instead of a handshake.

Lastly, Steve turned to Wanda, who had been quietly observing. "And this is Wanda, she lives in the room next to yours." Wanda's eyes were thoughtful as she looked at you.

"Hi, Lia. If you ever need anything, or just want to talk, I'm right next door," she offered, her face is a picture of calm and kindness. There's a subtle smile on her lips, the kind that says she's here to be a friend. In her mind, Wanda is already feeling a sense of connection with you, sensing the layers of stories untold and hardships shared. She knows what it's like to be the new person in a group of heroes, and she's thinking about how she can help you feel less alone, how to build a bridge from one changed life to another.

You took in each new face, each welcome. They were all so different, but they seemed to fit together perfectly, like a puzzle. Unlike your puzzle that was smashed up into pieces, most of which were now missing, and you may never find them…

[A/N] It's now midnight and I have to be up in 6 hours but I really wanted to finish this part 😂

@vicmc624 part 2 😂

[ophelieverse]

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House of the Dragon

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[bigalockwood]

Hey Lia 💜,

I'm really curious about "Now that we don't talk"!!

Hey Sophia!!

Now That We Don't Talk is based on the song and covers the party scene from s2 (the one where they meet for the first time after Christmas break) as well as some more from Simon's POV. It's quite angsty and sad, and it's been sitting almost finished in my drafts for months now, but I never seem to find time to finish it. One day maybe?

"Somehow, Simon’s world had stopped turning the last few weeks, but Wille’s must’ve kept moving with double speed.

He’d grown and matured in a way Simon hadn’t. Part of it was definitely the hair, he decided; it made Wille’s face look sharper, older, and he had gotten over his nervous tic of running his hand through it, too. Maybe that was it: the way Wille carried himself, straight-backed, more confident, less afraid to draw attention. There was a new determination to him that Simon hadn’t expected. It was such a stark contrast to how Simon had felt over Christmas break. He hadn’t grown. He’d shrunk. Only now did he realize how much he’d curled into himself in the last few weeks, how much he’d tried to appear smaller, to disappear, afraid of what others would think when they saw him."