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Bloodied Stars - Part 1 - To be loved

Fem!Reader x Ascended Astarion

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A/N - I’m hesitantly excited for this series. My brain overfloweth with plot ideas and I hope you like this one as much as I do

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Word count - 4.7K

Warnings - Kidnapping, drugging, being tied up, loneliness, biting, blood (Series contains - Angst, “enemies” to lovers, pregnancy, disagreements, slow character growth, smut, typical asshole ascended astarion behavior, cliffhangers, murder, death - This takes place after the events in BG3, the ‘reader’ (you) is not Tav. Just a Baldur’s Gate resident.)

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“If you don’t leave, I wont be able to help myself from taking you as mine completely.”

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With a final brush of lip oil, you took a breath. The mirror in front of you did little to distract from the growing nervousness in your chest.

Everything was perfect, your hair delicately brushed away from your face, highlighting the softness of your features. You looked confident, looked beautiful.

If only you felt half that.

You had been on dates before, but something about tonight felt different. The woman you were meeting for dinner was different.

She was ethereal in her beauty, her white hair seeming to glow in the candlelight of your favorite haunt. You had never seen her in that bar before, but she looked at you like you were someone she had known for years. More than that, she looked at you like you were someone important. You couldn’t help the attraction you felt towards her, it was almost as if she were otherworldly.

When she asked to meet for dinner the next night, you almost couldn’t believe her words. Something about it felt too good to be true. Someone that enchanting couldn’t want anything to do with you, could they? But the way her fingers grazed your arms, the coy smile across her lips, you couldn’t help but believe she was truly attracted to you.

You couldn’t remember half of what you had talked about the day before, sure you had probably come across as a dimwit with all of your stuttering. The woman took it all in stride, even having the decency to laugh louder at your jokes than they deserved.

You hoped she would be just as alluring tonight. More than that, this time you just hoped you’d remember to ask for her name.

With a final sigh, you turned away from the mirror. Staring at it any longer wasn’t going to somehow make you feel any more confident than you felt now.

You didn’t take much with you as you exited your small home, just a clutch filled with essentials. A comb, a few vials of potions, and a tiny dagger as someone who knew you couldn’t be too careful. Even on a date with someone who may as well be an angel.

The evening air was cool as you stepped out onto the dimly lit street, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm ambience over the cobblestones. You couldn’t shake the nerves that fluttered in your stomach, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within you.

As you made your way to the familiar inn where you were meeting her, your mind raced with thoughts of what the night might hold. Would she be there waiting for you, as captivating and mysterious as she had been that night before? Would she give you that smile that could enchant the entire room and send shivers down your spine knowing it was directed at you?

The sound of laughter spilled out onto the street as you approached the entrance, drawing closer to the source of your anxiety. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, you stepped inside, your eyes quickly scanning the room in search of her.

And there she was, seated at a secluded table in the corner, bathed in the soft flickering candlelight.

As you made your way towards her, you couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes lit up at the sight of you. It was as if the world around you faded into the background, leaving the two of you in a bubble of shared anticipation.

With each step you took, your heartbeat quickened. When you finally stood before her, she rose from her seat gracefully, a smile playing on her lips that sent a wave of warmth through you.

“Hello,” she greeted in a melodic voice. “I’m glad you came.”

You returned her smile, feeling your nerves settle a bit at her genuinely happy reaction.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” you replied, surprising yourself with the confidence in your tone.

She gestured to the seat opposite hers, smiling all the way.

“You know,” she started, settling in to her own chair. “Amidst the magic of last night, I don’t think I managed to get your name.”

“Oh,” you replied, trying to shake off your embarrassment as you told her. You hadn’t meant to leave her without a name. The entire night was a blur.

“A lovely name,” she cooed. “Mine’s Amastacia.”

“Right, Amastacia,” you tried the name out, wrapping your tongue around the syllables. “Is that elivish?”

“For night flower,” she nodded, giving a small shrug. “Anyways, tell me what you do for a living.”

You paused for a moment, slightly taken aback from how quickly she seemed to change the subject from her name.

“Oh, well. Im a tailor,” you offered.

As you continued to talk about your work as a seamstress, Amastacia listened with rapt attention, her eyes never leaving your face. You found yourself opening up to her in a way you never had before. Gone was your shyness, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. The initial nervousness you felt had completely melted away.

As the evening progressed, you discovered Amastacia had a fascination with magical arts, particularly potion making. She didn’t dwell on the subject for long, it seemed she’d much rather hear about your interests. You didn’t mind much. After all, it had been a very long time since anyone had showed you this much dedicated attention.

As the night wore on, the other patrons in the inn began to trickle out, leaving the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. A tiny part of the world carved out for just you and her in the corner of your pub.

“I’ll have to leave you for a moment,” you apologized, standing up and brushing yourself off. Amastacia only smiled back at you, softly ushering you off.

You made your way to the ladies room, relieving yourself and then moving to freshen up. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the dingy mirror, caught aback by your appearance.

You looked genuinely happy. Practically glowing.

As you walked back to the table, you couldn’t help but grin. You sat down and eyed the new ale in front of you. You may have had a little to drink tonight, but not enough to forget that you hadn’t ordered another glass.

“I ordered us both another round,” Amastacia grinned knowingly.

“Ah,” you said with a smile, bringing the glass to your lips. You couldn’t help but wince slightly at the taste, overly sweet and a hint of sour washing over your tongue. What had she ordered you?

Amastacia continued talking, oblivious to your reaction to the drink. You tried to follow along with the conversation, afraid to be rude. It must have been one of her favorite drinks if she had ordered it out of the blue. You could see the same honey colored ale swirling in her own glass. You took another sip, trying to bite back the aftertaste.

As the conversation droned on, you found yourself increasingly lightheaded. The room seemed to spin around you, the edges of your vision blurring.

Did you already have too much to drink? The ale couldn’t have been that strong.

You tried to focus on Amastacia’s words, but they seemed to meld together in an incomprehensible murmur. Panic began to rise within you as you realized something was very wrong.

Struggling to maintain your composure, you managed to stand up from your chair, swaying slightly as you did so. Amastacia’s expression became concerned, her hands coming up to steady you.

“I-… I’m not feeling well,” you stammered, your words slurring together in a jumble.

Amastacia stood with you, offering out an arm to hold you up. You could have sworn you saw a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, but anything could be a mistake with how hazy your gaze was becoming.

“Oh, my poor dear,” She purred, “Let me help you home, you look positively pale.”

“Y-yes. I think that would be good,” you muttered slowly, trying to hold onto the shreds of logic you were working with.

Amastacia guided you out of the inn, her grip firm on your arm as she steered you through the quiet streets. Your mind was foggy, thoughts disjointed as you struggled to focus on your surroundings. Through the haze, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at you, a sense of dread creeping into your heart.

As you stumbled along beside her, a wave of dizziness swept over you, distracting you from the realization you were in fact not heading in the direction of your home. You clung to Amastacia for support, her presence becoming increasingly sinister in your addled state.

Finally, you arrived at a curved wall, Amastacia ushering you to a ladder inside the watchman’s tower.

“What is this place?” you slurred, peering up the high ceiling.

“Shht shh, just climb up.” Amastacia demanded, the soft affection in her voice utterly absent.

“I’m too dizzy to use a ladder,” you whispered, darkness starting to creep on the edges of your vision.

You felt so sleepy. So incredibly sleepy.

Vaguely, you heard Amastacia curse, the walls around you seemed to shift.

It was right before you hit the ground that you realized you were the one moving, losing grips on your balance.

Thankfull, your vision went dark before you made contact with the weathered stone below

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When you woke up, it was to the muddled sound of dripping water. You tried to move, but found your hands and feet bound tightly. Panic surged through you as you frantically looked around, trying to make sense of your surroundings. You were in a dimly lit room, the walls made of rough stone. You smelled mildew and blood, the scent acrid in your filling your nose as the world became clearer.

The memories came flooding back — Amastacia, the drinks, the dizziness. You had been drugged and kidnapped. The realization made your heart race wildly with fear.

A creaking sound drew your attention to the side of the room, a figure becoming clearer in the shadows. It was Amastacia, but gone was the warm smile and gentle demeanor.

Gone was everything, in fact.

She seemed utterly numb, devoid of any emotion as she regarded you cooly. It was as if she were looking at a vaguely interesting stone instead of a tied and bound woman.

“Why have you done this?” You managed to choke out, your voice raw and barely above a whisper.

Amastacia’s laughter was hollow, still playing a part that her eyes hadn’t quite caught up with.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Another wave of nausea hit you and you retched, only managing to spit out a mouthful of bile. You strained against the knots of the ropes, letting out a whimper as you realized you were completely helpless.

Amastacia just watched you calmly, her once bright eyes now cold and calculating. She moved closer, her steps deliberate and measured, the silence in the room oppressive. When she finally spoke, her voice was like ice, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You were simply at the wrong place during the wrong time, my dear,” her words floated through you. “Or rather you were too alone.”

The last part was tinged with a bit of sadness. Or perhaps pity. Something that was barely perceptible to your addled mind.

“Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone,” you cried.

You were telling the complete truth. If she untied the ropes here and now, you’d leave without a word to a soul. There was something so humiliating in the realization of where you found yourself.

The night replayed in your mind and you couldn’t help but feel pathetic. You didn’t even know this woman before you were at her beck and call. Hell, you didn’t even know her name before you were falling over yourself for a chance at her affections.

For a chance at love.

Your chest clenched painfully. How stupid could you possibly be.

“I can’t” she spit out harshly, the venom back in her words.

“Why not?” you gritted.

“Because I won’t let her.” A quiet voice reverberated off the walls. You spun your head, heart pounding as you looked for the source of the sound. Was it your imagination, or could you see Amastacia flinch at the voice?

A figure emerged from the shadows, their presence suffocating and dangerous. With each step closer, your fear grew until you worried it may consume you entirely. Your heart beat violently in your chest. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the other two could hear it in the all too quiet room.

The figure stepped forward into the dim light, revealing a horrifically beautiful man. His features were sharp, pointed. His crimson irises glinted in the firelight as he gazed at you, sizing you up as if you were his next meal. His white hair curled delicately around his ears, almost perfectly placed to accentuate his aura of affluence.

You looked between the two people, numbly wondering if the two were related. The pale shade of their skin, their stark white hair, down to the shade of their eyes. The man had a much more menacing presence, sending a chill down your spine as he surveyed the scene before him with a cold detachment that mirrored Amastacia. If not laced with a slight air of sick and demented playfulness.

“Who are you?” Your voice sounded foreign. One that belonged to a much braver woman.

The man’s lips twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I suppose you could say that I’m her employer,” he sneered, gesturing towards Amastacia.

Employer? Your mind raced, trying desperately to make sense of the situation. You thought back to every interaction you’d ever had. Did you say the wrong thing to someone with dangerous friends? Learn something you shouldn’t have? Sew a button on the wrong pocket of a monster?

Surely not, as painful as it was to admit, your life was exceedingly boring. Nothing you could’ve done should’ve brought the attention of kidnappers.

Before you could utter another word, the man stepped closer, looking over you with a grimace.

“You gave her too much of the sedative,” he muttered with a look of disdain.

Amastacia didn’t bat an eye before casting her head down, giving the man a small bow.

“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t think she would’ve left with me,” she explained.

The man didn’t have a visible reaction, only kneeling to reach out, tilting your chin with his thumb.

“Ah I see. A prude are we?” he added.

In any other circumstance, you may have been offended. But right now, his cold hand raising your head up had you frozen in fear.

“Leave us.” The pale elf demanded.

Amastacia dipped her head again, leaving the room quickly. Strangely, you felt yourself even more scared as she left. Yes she drugged you and then brought you here. But she was a familiar face. One much less terrifying than the one in front of you.

“What are you going to do to me?” you whispered, unable to to look away from the white haired man.

“You really don’t know?” he murmured, his gaze flitting across your features before giving you a sly smile.

Your attention shot to his teeth, long and pointed canines gently digging into his bottom lip.

Your blood drained cold. You wracked your memory, trying to remember if Amastacia had fangs as well. You couldn’t get a clear memory of tonight, but you knew that she didn’t have them when you had met the night before. You were sure of it. Was she using some sort of glamour spell?

The man’s smile grew wider as he watched your breath quicken, observing your mind catching up to where you found yourself.

In the den of a vampire.

“No,” you whimpered, tears starting to well in the corner of your eyes. You knew in your heart you weren’t walking out of here. Not without being turned into a spawn or being drained of your blood. You weren’t leaving alive in any sense.

The vampire’s smile only deepened at the sight of your terror, relishing in the fear that emanated from you. His crimson eyes glinted with hunger as he slowly stood up and circled you, his movements almost predatory in nature. Each step he took reverberated through the room, the silence amplifying the sound to a deafening degree. Your mind raced with the thoughts of escape, of survival, but deep down you knew the grim reality of your situation. Trapped in a room with a creature of the night, with no one around to hear your scream or come to save you.

Whatever fate that lay before you now, you just hoped your death would be quick and painless.

As he stopped to kneel down in front of you once more, mere inches away, his breath was cold against your skin.

“Don’t be so afraid, pet. I’m told being bit by an ascended Vampire feels quite nice. An aphrodisiac of sorts,” he purred.

“Doubtful,” you spit back, unable to keep the aggression out of your tone.

“Oh how I love the feisty ones,” he mused with a glance at your lips. “They always taste like heaven’s most delicately spiced rum.”

“I’m sure I wont taste as nice as you might believe.” Your voice was hoarse, exposing your fear through your brazen words.

The vampire took it in stride, having the audacity to chuckle. “That’s to be determined, my sweet.”

He leaned further in, causing you to recoil. He was too close, too bold, too alluring.

Alluring? Where in the hells did that come from? Your eyes snapped back to him, trying to figure out where in the pits of your brain that intrusive thought had originated. Yes, the pale elf in front of you was devastatingly handsome. But surely, the fear for your life should hold a little more grip of your thoughts.

The thought of his words brought you hurtling back to earth. Did he say ascended vampire?

Suddenly, it was all too much. You were in the clutches of a monster. More than that, the crushing weight of how you would probably die down here in this musty cell with a complete stranger dug into your chest. The idea that you got yourself into this mess because you were so desperate for someone to love you. The knowledge that there would be no one to mourn your memory. Would anyone even know you were missing? The memory of Amastacia’s words poked needles in your heart.

‘You were too alone’

A sob wracked your body and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to will away the sting of tears threatening to escape.

When you finally met the pale elf with your watery gaze, your voice was pathetic, pleading.

“Please let me live. I can’t die like this. I don’t want to die this alone.”

The elf’s expression changed in an instant, a storm of emotion flashing across his face as he leaned back suddenly. His eyes bore into yours, the glint of hunger replaced with a flicker of something else entirely. Regret? Sympathy? It was hard to tell, but you found a sliver of curiosity in the shift of his demeanor. He straightened slightly, his shoulders lowering. The predatory aura seemed to dissipate entirely as he regarded you with a newfound contemplation.

“Alone,” he repeated softly, almost to himself. There was a pause as he seemed to mull over your words, his gaze unfocused as he peered around the room before snapping back to you.

“You truly fear being alone as much as you fear death,” he stated more than asked, a hint of confusion lacing his words.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you cautiously nodded, unsure of where this sudden change in conversation would lead. You were loath to talk about your feelings around loneliness, but you much preferred it over being sucked dry of blood.

The vampire let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his pale curls in frustration.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re not?” you replied numbly, the words not truly settling in.

“No,” he answered decisively. “No, I’m not,” you weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself.

You tried your best to sit further up, slightly uncomfortable at how at peace you felt leaning in the pale elf’s arms. Like a lamb content in the mouth of a wolf.

“Why not?” you asked, regarding him as one would regard a venomous snake.

The vampire’s gaze softened before reverting back, an exasperated tut passing his lips. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I know what it’s like to be alone. Truly alone. And I see that emptiness in you.” he confessed.

You fought down a scoff at his words, completely taken aback that this Vampire had oddly grown a conscience. The back of your mind itched with nervousness. Could he just be toying with you? Playing a game with his food before he finally pounced?

Despite the lingering fear in the pit of your stomach, a glimmer of hope began to bloom within you.

“Then… what will you do with me?” you inquired cautiously, daring to meet his gaze.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he reached out a hand to gently cup your cheek. His touch was cool against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Let me taste you. I’ll only drink enough to leave you a little weak the next couple of days,” he offered. “Mostly just to see if you really are as spicy as I thought”

“And then you’ll let me go?” you asked incredulously.

A conflicted feeling flickered in his eyes, almost imperceptible as he nodded. “And then I’ll let you go.”

Confused emotions swirled within you - relief at the prospect of surviving this encounter, wariness at the vampire’s sudden change of heart, and an inexplicable curiosity about this enigmatic creature. Slowly, you nodded in agreement, a sense of resignation settling over you. He did say earlier that it wouldn’t hurt. In fact, that it would be pleasurable.

After everything that had happened tonight, surely you deserved a bit of pleasure.

The pale elf leaned closer, close enough for you to see the faint lines in the corners of his eyes, the flecks of gold in his ruby irises.

“I will not bite you unless that is what you want,” he murmured.

His breath was a mere whisper against your lips, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation. You wondered silently what had caused the change in the air. What had made the menacing man suddenly so gentle with his gaze. You could feel the tension crackling between you, a palpable energy that seemed to draw you closer to him, despite the danger he represented.

As his face hovered inches away from yours, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, a strange pull that defied all logic and reasoning.

Here you are again. Walking head first into danger with a smile.

You nodded, giving the pale elf all the confirmation he needed that you wanted this.

Wanted his bite. Wanted him.

The vampire’s gaze darkened with hunger as he leaned forward, a gleam in his eyes that you couldn’t distinguish between being predatory or aroused. His breath was feather light against your neck, the sensitivity of your skin making you want to hide. You stayed as still as you could, letting the elf hold your head to the side. His teeth grazed your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation through your chest.

His hand found its way to your side before his fangs sunk down. The initial pain was sharp and intense, a white hot ache spreading through your shoulder. As soon as the pain had started, it was gone.

Replaced by something much, much different.

Pleasure began to run through your veins, desperate and heated. It was as if every pull of his mouth was connected to your core, pulsing through your body and turning you to liquid. You strained against your ties, helplessly craving the contact of the elf.

He took another draw and you whimpered, your hips beginning to shake with the potent aphrodisiac moving through your system. You couldn’t help but moan as you squirmed under him, your nerves alight with need.

Finally, to your disappointment and relief, the vampire pulled away, licking at the blood dripping from his chin. You stared at him breathlessly, your cheeks blushing red from the exchange.

“You taste heavenly,” he murmured.

You shifted again under his stare, all too aware at the growing wetness between your legs. You flushed with shame. How on earth could you have liked something that much? Like having his arms around you, his teeth against your neck, the feeling of him so close.

How could you want more?

The man regarded you with fascination for a moment, still mere inches away.

“What made me feel that way?” you asked, not being able to help looking at your blood smeared across his lips.

“It’s something in the bite, a venom of sorts that makes it easier to control prey,” he answered in a matter-of-fact manner. His expression grew guarded. Like he was too afraid of you seeing his true thoughts on what you had just shared. His hands reached down to undo your bindings, leaving goosebumps along your skin the entire way.

Once he was done, he looked back at you, the same unreadable expression still etched across his face.

“I must say, I commend you on your bravery,” the vampire spoke softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Not many make it out of this place as… whole as you do.” His eyes never left yours, a mix of hunger and curiosity swirling in their depths.

You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his own, feeling like you were falling into an endless abyss. The intensity of his stare made your heart race with a dangerous excitement, a thrill coursing through your veins.

As he reached out a hand to gently caress your cheek, you bit your tongue, unsure of his intentions. And yet, you craved more of his chilling presence. The pale elf’s touch was still so gentle, his fingers trailing along your skin with a light as air touch that left a trail of tinging sensations in its wake.

“You can leave now,” he whispered, his voice guarded and weakly trying to hold on to the intimidating aura he exuded moments ago.

Deep down, you knew you didn’t want to leave. You should want to run out of this place and never look back. Try to put this all behind you as some sort of crazed nightmare. Especially after being tricked by someone you had fallen for, what right did you have to want to stay? To lean into this man’s touch?

“And if I don’t?” you questioned, your voice soft and betraying every feeling of need coursing through your body.

The vampire’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned in closer, dangerously close.

“If you don’t leave, I won’t be able to help myself from taking you as mine completely. When the sun rises, you’ll leave this place. But while the moon is in the sky,” he growled, his eyes glinting, “you would belong to me, pet.”

You felt a surge of conflicting emotions flood your senses yet again - fear mingled with an undeniable desire towards the dangerous creature before you. His fingertips traced down your arm, leaving a river of fire. Your heart pounded erratically in your chest as you struggled to resist the magnetic pull drawing you towards him.

A part of you screamed to flee, the logical part of your brain demanding you escape this night that could only lead to ruin.

But your heart. Your poor, naive heart.

All it wanted was to surrender to him. To explore the depths of lust and darkness that awaited in his embrace. You looked back at him, steeling your heart. In the morning, you would be alone again. But for tonight, he would be yours.

Tonight, maybe he’d even look at you the same way he did now. Gazing at you like you meant something to him.

“I’ll stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the dimly lit room.

The vampire’s eyes glowed with a mixture of triumph and desire as he pulled you closer, his grip steady. As his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, you knew in that moment.

Just for tonight, this pale elf was yours.

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vtoriacore · 10 months

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✧ never the first

note: wow i can't go long without writing for vil at all. i wanted him to suffer today, can't say i'm sorry when i'm still feeling petty BECAUSE HIS BDAY CARDS DIDNT COME THIS YEAR. anyways sorry vil, love you really but also suffer <3

synopsis: he viewed you as more than a friend, and it was tearing him apart from the inside; couldn't you see him as more?

reblogs much appreciated, mwah 💞💓

Envy, not an emotion Vil was used to feeling in regards to someone else. Sure, he could begrudgingly admit that he did feel searing jealously whenever Neige was up on stage start to finish, playing roles fitting for someone of his 'cute' and 'innocent' stature (industry's words, not his own) but envy? No, never envy. He was never envious of his one-sided rival, never had been and never will be. Which is something he'd thought up until now, thinking over how you talk to Neige so casually and without a care in the world as if you'd known him your entire life. Why did Neige get to have your attention like this, spoken to like a treasure, when you were so formal with Vil, as if he were just another commodity?

Always a 'good morning, Vil.' but never a 'morning hun!', always a 'goodbye' but never a 'see ya later dear!', always a 'how are you today?' but never an 'aww what's got you so down sweetie?' and always-

"Roi du Poison!" why couldn't you dote on him like that?

"There has been a little emergency back at the dorm, you see-" why didn't you gift him any of your endearing nicknames?

"We aren't sure if the potion is dangerous yet and the freshman-" why couldn't you see the longing in his eyes every time you were together?

"Roi du Poison! By the Seven, are you listening? Undoubtedly so, your thoughts are always deeply beautiful and assuredly just as important but this is no time to be occupied in this manner!"

Ah, how vexing. Or perhaps he should feel grateful at the fact Rook, the blabbering (not that he minded) man he is, came over to distract him from his thoughts? Not that it was working very well, because even now as he's being whisked away in order to deal with the fool who potentially contaminated the Pomefiore labs with a dangerous substance, all he can think about is that sweet smile you'd direct at Neige and how it contrasts with the formal one you always direct at him. Did he really intimidate you this much? Or did you not wish to pursue anything more than aquaintanceship with him? Even thinking the word stung, and he desperately wished it didn't.

"How did this mess happen?" he asked as he observed the unsightly scene, but didn't process it. Really, how could this mess have happened? How could he have gotten so deeply involved with you when you viewed him as nothing but a friend, or maybe even less?

"I- I'm sorry housewarden! It was an honest mistake- I added too much rosemary oil and-" and he never did think that you'd be anything more than a friend initially. So why? Why did he allow his heart to tear open at its seams when you aren't the one there to mend it, when you aren't the one to stitch the fragile felt, when you aren't the one to weave every thread of his love together into something you could both admire? Why couldn't you be the one?

"Take utmost precaution in the future. Come. I'll instruct you on how to properly dispose of the potion's residue with magic. Rook, please ensure no passing students are in the vicinity," he didn't allow his voice to tremble, despite the thrashing storm of emotions passing through him in waves, eroding at his steel, or perhaps iron with how fast it was crumbling, will. But he knew this endeavour was fruitless. It isn't like he could focus on anything but the raging thoughts, sharper than ever, ringing in his head; was he not enough for you? Did he lack something fundamental you were looking for? Could you not find anything within him to build something beautiful up?

"Thank you housewarden! I'll make sure to be more careful in the future," he didn't respond, not when his underclassman waited for a response and not when Rook came back to assess the situation, not when he himself couldn't even assess what it is he was missing that made you want Neige and not him.

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aesethewitch · 10 months

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Beef Stew Recipe - Potion of Fortitude

Whether it's been an exhausting week, a frigid winter's day, or just a stressful time, few things are more comforting than a hearty bowl of stew. I make this beef stew for myself whenever I need a true pick-me-up or when I'm preparing for an in-depth magical working. It provides lasting energy, warmth, and strength.

Plus, this recipe is scalable - make a ton and freeze it to enjoy for weeks or just make a little bit for one meal. The measurements below are approximate; measure with your heart.

Ingredients:

Chuck roast, cut to half-inch cubes (you can get pre-chunked stew meat, which is what I typically get)

Flour, enough to coat the beef

Salt and Pepper (about 1 tsp salt & 1/2 tsp pepper), for seasoning the beef coating

2 tablespoons Unsalted Butter

1 Onion, diced

2 Large Potatoes, peeled and cut into half-inch to one-inch cubes

2 Carrots, peeled and cut into rounds

5-6 Cloves of Garlic, finely diced

4 cups Beef Broth

Herbs of your choice, such as: Sage, Thyme, Marjoram, Celery Seed, Bay, Chili Flakes

Additional veggies of your choice, such as: Parsnips, Turnips, Bok Choy

Salt and Pepper to taste

Instructions:

Mix together your flour, salt, and pepper in a bowl. Toss the beef chunks in the mixture to coat. This will create a nice brown crispiness on the outside.

In your stew pot, sauté your flour-coated beef until browned on all sides. Remove from the pot and set aside.

Add more oil to your pot and cook your onion until translucent. If you don't mind soft carrots in your stew, add them now and cook until just starting to soften and brown. (Note: I often leave the carrots until after the potatoes are nearly cooked through because I don't like the texture of fully-cooked carrots.)

Once your onions are translucent and your carrots have started to soften/brown, toss in your butter and scrape the bottom of the pot. You want to get all those beautiful, delicious brown bits back into the mixture. You can add a little water if you need help loosening the bits.

Add your garlic and cook until fragrant, about 30 seconds.

Put your beef back into the pot (along with any drippings from the plate/bowl you placed it in). Pour your broth over everything and give it all a good stir.

Toss your potatoes into the pot. Bring it all to a boil and reduce your heat to let it simmer.

Add your herbs and spices. I recommend salt, pepper, sage, thyme, celery seed (or salt), and bay. If you like it spicy, you can throw in a bit of chili powder or flakes.

Simmer for at least one hour or until your potatoes are soft and your beef becomes tender, stirring occasionally.

If your stew isn't thick enough by the time your potatoes are done, you can make a cornstarch slurry by combining one tablespoon of cornstarch with two tablespoons of water. Pour the slurry into the stew and let it cook until thickened to your desired consistency.

Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Serve with crusty bread, veggie side dishes, or whatever else you like.

Optional magic you can include:

As mentioned above, I often use this recipe to bolster or replenish my energy before or after an intense magical working. It also works for physical exertions - I made this for a group of my partner's friends while they were moving heavy furniture to a new apartment, and it gave them all the energy to move everything in one night!

This stew has an intense comforting effect. If someone I know has been working hard, stressing out, or hasn't been feeding themselves properly, I'll make this for them to help them remember to take care of themselves. It's rejuvenating, hearty, and full of love.

Depending on the herbs you choose to include, this could also be a powerful protection spell. Especially in the cold months, I use this as a protective ward against the cold exhaustion that pulls at the body and mind.

Pop a bit of chili in this spell to both speed up its effects and cast out negativity! Nothing clears the sinuses like a nose full of spice, and nothing clears the body of bad vibes like a good dose of chili flake.

Like many of my spell recipes, this one is most effective when it's shared. Give a bowl to your friends, your family, your neighbors, whoever. It makes a wonderful offering to house spirits or ancestors.

If you make this recipe, please let me know your thoughts! And if you enjoy this or my other posts, please consider dropping a couple dollars in my Ko-Fi tip jar!

Happy cooking, witches! 🍲

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moonlight-starlight-lady01 · 1 year

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Hiii! I saw you do TMNT requests! Can you do a Donnie (any Donnie version ) With Fem reader with maybe a love potion kind of situation? Like one of them accidentally drink it by accident. Maybe a little like mating season? Idk just a trope I really like! Hope it makes sense? Please Feel free to ignore this if ya don’t like it have a great day!

OMG YES A REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU ANON! I WONT EVEN IGNORE ANYONE WHO REQUEST I LOVE YOU! Here have a some of my of chocolate! 🍫🍫🍫

Please request, I love requestssss! Request

(Fem! reader)

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, penetration sex, mating season, neck biting, switch! Donnie, Switch! Fem! Reader, and that seems like everything let me know if i missed something! :)

Going inside Donnie's lab you saw him working with some chemicals. His goggles were over his eyes, oil all over him, smudges of yellow and blue were all over his face and arms.

Going up to him you didn't realize he was focusing on dropping the correct amounts of fluid into each other into the jar, which would have created a laughing gas to stop shredders mortal henchmen. You had a bad habit of scaring donnie on purpose, because it was funny to you.

The dropper in donnies hands were about to drop the last drop of yellow into the blue mixter before y/n came up behind him and screamed in his ear shaking his shoulders violently.

The dropper squirted more than 3 dropped and started to bubble turning pink.

"Really! Y/n stoppp doing that! I'm tired of you ruining my experiments for your stupid humor!" Donnie yelled to you in a fit of rage that he didn't even realized the chemical mixture swirled a sparkly pink and a darker pink settled at the bottom of the glass jar.

"Sorry Donnie! It's just to funny! You scream like a little girl!" You said as you started laughing. Donnie rolled his eyes and looked back at his failed experiment finally realizing what had happened.

"Fascinating! It seems that the yellow and blue mixture turned a pink and dark pink mixture." Donnie said looking at it with wide curious eyes as he picked it up with his giant green hand.

"Woah Donnie! I guess I didn't ruin it after all." You said crossing your arms your face settling into a smirk walking over to Donnie's side.

Once Donnie had it settled in his hand he started to mix it by swirling it in motion. Once he did that the pink mixture started to make a squealing high pitched sound.

He set it down then watched it curiously. The glass started to crack and get hot, when it suddenly burst out of now where pink clouds enveloped them in a pink dust.

The feeling of something strange started to settle in as you saw Donnie's pupils start to get bigger until it was covering the whole center eye. His now beautiful brown eyes were covered in black. you were sure that you looked the same.

Suddenly you had the urge to kiss Donnie's soft green lips. Donnie probably thought the same thing when you both started closing the gap between you to.

🔞(!!Smut warning!!)🔞

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Donnies hand traveled up your body as you rode him. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the lab, you were glad you locked the door when you came in here.

The warmth pooled into you core as you felt your high build up to your limit. You felt his hand grip your breast, testing the limit of how soft it ways. He pinched the hard bud between his green thick digits which spiked your pleasure.

The way Donnie twitched inside you felt delicious. Suddenly you felt Donnie whimper and cum inside you.

"Nhhhhhg, Y/n you feel so good!~" Donnie said flipping you over and thrusting inside you, then starting to bite you neck and moan.

"Donnie! S'to big!" You moaned as you threw your head back on the old ruff wool blanket Donnie would use if he got cold in the lab in the winter. The cold hard cement floor felt extremely hot to you.

You couldn't hold it anymore you had to release the high that felt like it was going to explode. The sudden urge to pee started to fill your senses.

"Wait! Donnie stop I feel like i'm gonna pe-!" Donnie ignored your please of stopping and kept thrusting into you with all his might as a wet clear liquid stream poured out of the seem of your core and splashed the front of Donnies plastron.

It felt so good you didn't feel like stopping for all eternity.

Thank you for reading! :)

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melitheoidevotion · 2 years

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💕Aphrodite's Water 💕

This is a fruit-infused water recipe that I have affectionally coined Aphrodite water because of my personal associations with her and how I use this water. This is my UPG.

This is a simple recipe you probably already make, so why not add it to your magical and devotional routine; its ease of access, easiness to make, and versatility make it a powerful potion, great for spells, or an offering.

How it is Used:

As a potion: tailor the fruits to taste and desired magical & health properties. I drink this to connect with Aphrodite and increase my feelings of beauty, self-love, and increase my libido. I am also actively trying to be healthier and it's a good replacement for unhealthy beverages. I often combine drinking this with self-care and self-love rituals dedicated to Aphrodite. It creates an atmosphere.

As an offering: say a prayer to Aphrodite as you prepare it and offer it to her. I will typically keep this on my altar and pair it with rose quartz and sea shells.

Spells: when using for spells, I especially like to use rose petals as a garnish because I feel like it pleases Aphrodite (and me) but it's optional.

Best used in spells for abundance, fertility, self-love, romantic love, and attraction.

Use it to create a spell jar; in this case, I often add flower petals and herbs. I will often also add incense ashes or essential oils in scents associated with Aphrodite such as sandalwood. Depending on the spell, I may write something on a piece of paper and have it dissolve in the water.

Use it to extinguish spells involving fire: when burning bay leaves, or other ingredients for spells as mentioned above, I will extinguish the fire with this water.

Fruits To Use:

*many fruits/plants can be associated, but not all "infuse" the water well enough for it to taste good if you're drinking it.

Pomegranate: said to be first planted by Aphrodite herself.

Strawberries

Raspberries

Blackberries

Figs

Apples: we all know that famous story

Watermelon

What's needed:

Water

Ice (optional, but recommended if you're drinking it)

Lemon, lime, or oranges

Your choice of fresh or frozen fruit that is associated with love, lust, beauty, or sex

Reusable straw (optional, but recommended if you're drinking it)

Rose petals for garnish (optional)

Instructions:

Mix a generous amount of freshly squeezed lemon, lime, or orange with water as a base. Add your fruit and ice, shake/stir, then done. For some fruit choices, you may have to allow it some time to infuse. I recommend using a straw as citrus can be hard on your teeth if you're drinking it.

#aphrodite #aphrodite deity #goddess #water magic #green witch #kitchen witch #witchy recipes #spells #rituals #self love #self care #self care rituals #helpol #hellenic #pagan #witchcraft #OC

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tinfairies · 2 years

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please do anything involving Aegon, I have a thing for whores I would probably hate in real life.

maybe one where he's madly in love with a mysterious woman, and who just doesn't give a damn about him, who appears when he wants and leaves, she sleeps with him, but then disappears, and he craves her like he never craved another, he still hasn't married Haelena, he's grumpy the way he is, but never raising his voice with the woman, maybe she's a prostitute or something, and he wants to marry her too.

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Sorceress!Reader

"That woman, that damned woman." Aegon thought, his bed sheets ruffled and haphazard from the night before. He never expects her to be there when he wakes, but he always has that sliver of hope. What would he expect from a supposed sorceress he had met at a brothel. She may have magic yet, as she seems to have tamed him of all people. Aegon rises and gets ready for the day, he has hopes he'll find the woman later; If only just to see her beauty, a rare thought from the Whore Prince.

Aegon slips out of the castle soon after lunch, much to his mother's displeasure. She hates when he leaves the castle unattended, for his safety and the women of King's Landing. He ignores her nagging slips past the Kingsguard. Making his way to poor streets of Flea Bottom, the inhabitants there tripping over themselves to get out of his way. He bites his tongue; He doesn't want this power, he is a human just like these people. Aegon wishes people didn't fear him for his position. Soon he stands in front of a dilapidated building, an apothecary sign hanging by a rusty nail on the door. He takes a deep breath in and opens the door, inside the smell of herbs, oils, tinctures, and blood wafted through the air. The shop was warm, lit by a large fire in the middle of the room, shelves lined with jars, bottles and books covered the walls. The room was vacant, he looked around but saw no one. Aegon began walking around the room, looking at each of the jars and books, he finally came to a table in the corner. Red and black candles created a semi circle around the table, crystals and bones littered the spaces between them. Finally his eyes came to land on an ancient looking book in the middle of it all, the page it was opened to was in a language he couldn't even begin to understand. The pages were threadbare and stained; "Hopefully with potions and not with blood" Aegon thought to himself. Beneath the books page holder was something white poking out, he had reached for it and picked up a tiny dragon skull. It looked just like Balerion's, his father's deceased dragon in the lower levels of the castle. "Could it be a baby dragon skull? Where'd she even get a dragon egg, and why kill it?" Aegon's head was racing with questions, when suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder. He jumped out of his skin almost dropping the skull, he whipped around to find the sorceress in all her beauty.

"You shouldn't be here." she said sharply as she grabbed the skull from his hand.

"You weren't there when I awoke."

"I never am." she quipped

Aegon frowned, he wished he could find some way to get her to love him.

"Why do you share my bed so often if you're hesitant to stay?" he questioned, furrowing his brows.

"The dozens of girls you've brought into your bed could ask the same of you." the sorceress pushed past him and put the dragon skull back in its place. She was right, many of the women he had bedded multiple times have always been abandoned the next morning.

"Why do you have that?" Aegon changed the subject, covering up the aching pain in his heart at her words.

"It was a gift." she didn't look at him as she turned away to walk down a row of bookcases. Aegon quickly followed.

"From who? Only Targaryen's and Valaryon's have dragons, you're a peasant why would they give a baby dragon?"

The sorceress stopped in her tracks. "I'm a peasant am I?" Aegon immediately regretted his words. "No, I didn't mean it like that, I just-" he stumbled over his words.

"Oh no I understand, I'm just a peasant woman you keep around to wet your cock. I get it." the sorceress began walking again.

"Please I really didn't mean it like that, I do enjoy your company. It's not just about sex." Aegon pleaded, he truly did enjoy their conversations before and after the bedding. The woman was fascinating to him, he could dare say he was in love with her.

The sorceress smirked, "The skull was gifted to me many moons ago when I was in Asshai. I do not know if the man was of Targaryen or Valaryon blood. I do know that I saved his wife's life in childbirth, and he gave me the most valuable thing he had." still refusing to look at Aegon she began organizing the books on the shelf.

"You've been to Asshai?" Aegon was shocked, a woman living in Flea Bottom has typically never been out of the city let alone another continent.

"I was born there." the sorceress finally turned to look at the prince. His face plastered in shock, "Then why live here, a sorceress from Asshai can live anywhere she pleases, place herself in any court she wished."

"Magic, my dear prince, is greatly feared in Westeros. It is safer to practice here in the least monitored part of the city." the sorceress went back to looking at books.

"Come live in the castle, with me. You truly won't be monitored there, not if you're my wife." Aegon's words poured from his mouth without thought.

"Are you asking for my hand?" to say the sorceress was shocked was an understatement. She knew he was falling for her, but not like this, not this fast.

" I suppose I am. We have many private rooms in the castle where you can practice, I'm sure I can convince my mother it'll be a good way to overthrow my sister." Aegon took the sorceress' hands in his. She looked into his eyes, they pleaded with her. The prince was desperate and she knew it. She enjoyed it, having a man so powerful at her bend and will.

"We shall see."

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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This is a little self indulgent so feel free to ignore! But I have been dealing with pretty severe hair loss due to a chronic illness and have been feeling really sad and unloveable and embarrassed about it lately, esp because I used to have really thick and luscious hair. I think it would be so healing to read something about Sevika comforting and loving a reader who is dealing with hair loss hahahaha or you could even just generally do something about a reader struggling with body changes due to chronic illness??? Whatever you want! Thank you so much love you <3

this whole blog is self-indulgent central babe!! also, i love you too, i'm so sorry you're going through this, chronic illness sucks so much fucking ass, i hope this can make you feel just a bit better <333

men and minors dni

she catches you in the bathroom, staring sadly down at the sink.

"babe?" she asks.

"i lost more hair." you say, sad and quiet. you lift up the clump of hair in the sink that came out when you tried to brush this morning for her to see.

sevika's heart breaks.

not because of your hair. she doesn't really give a shit about it. sure, you've got great hair, but sevika'd still love you if you were bald, or if you grew needles out of your scalp instead of your soft strands. no, her heart breaks because she knows how much you care about it, and how sad you get each time your chronic illness takes more of it from you.

"fuck, baby." she mumbles, racing to wrap you up in a hug. you slump against her, silently crying into her chest. "i'm sorry, honey." she whispers against your scalp, pressing kisses to your head.

"i just-- i feel so fuckin' ugly." you mumble.

sevika gasps, and steps away from you, both of her strong hands on your shoulders. she almost shakes you as she speaks, a glare in her eyes. "don't fucking say that." she says. you blink up at her, surprised by her tone. "fuck, baby, you're the most beautiful woman i've ever met, are you fucking kidding me?" she asks. "it-- you have great hair but-- that's not what makes you hot, you know?" she asks. you blink.

"what?" you ask. sevika groans, and this time, she does shake your shoulders as she speaks.

"look at you!" she cries. "baby-- you've still got your body. your gorgeous skin, your pretty smile, those eyes, fuck i get lost in your eyes all the fucking time. you're funny and smart and so fucking kind and i can never stop staring at your ass-- shit, honey, you're so good looking it drives me insane." she insists. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth, but quickly fades away.

"i might go bald someday." you say sadly. sevika groans.

"so you'll be bald! i'll love my little baldheaded baby. give your head kisses all the fuckin time, buy you hats to keep you warm, get you wigs-- think of all the fuckin' colors and styles and lengths you can have, whenever you want!" you chuckle at her outburst, tears still streaming down your cheeks, but your frown doesn't return.

"thanks, sev." you say. she swoops in to press a firm kiss to your lips.

she does research on hair loss for you.

she comes home with different potions and oils for hair growth at least once a week.

once a week, she'll help you coat your hair in masks, to condition and soften and promote growth. and then an hour later, she'll wash it out for you, taking her time to wash it all out, then gently comb your hair and blow dry it for you.

she learns how to do styles meant for thin hair, and then she insists she does your hair for you every morning.

her instagram feed is entirely thin hair styling videos now.

she gives you a new style every. single. day. sometimes, she'll even do her own hair in the same style, so the two of you can match.

as you lose more, she starts pressing kisses to the little spots of your scalp, sure to make it clear just how much she loves every part of you.

and each time she catches you in the mirror fretting with your scalp, she'll smother you in kisses until you forget your worries, then go out to buy you a fun new hat or headband or head scarf or wig to take your mind off the loss, and put it on the new fun accessories.

her care for you doesn't stop here. she's just as intensely loving and caring when you experience other symptoms of your illness.

she carries those pocket warmers with her, and when you're out and about and get an ache or pain, she'll pop 'em to activate 'em, then wrap them in a rag before pressing it to whatever part of your body is sore.

she's always making sure you get enough food and water, even when you aren't feeling hungry. she researches good protein shakes with lots of calories and nutrients, then buys the best she can find-- and she'll glare at you every morning and evening until you finish your serving.

if you get tired when you're out in public, sevika will take you home the second you yawn. doesn't matter if you're in the middle of grocery shopping, she'll leave the cart in the middle of the aisle and take you home, holding you until you fall asleep, then sneaking out to return to the store and finish shopping for the both of you.

she still runs her fingers through your hair like she did when you first met, uncaring of the way a few strands will always come out while she strokes your hair. and, when your little bald spots start growing fuzzy patches back, she's fucking thrilled. she loves the texture, loves running her fingers over it.

when you start wearing wigs on the regular (if that's something you do) sevika is always thrilled when you ask for her opinions.

"oooh i think the bob goes better with that outfit, babe." or "fuck, that red looks fucking stunning on you."

sometimes, you'll catch her in the bathroom, one of your wigs on her head, dancing in the mirror as she swishes the long inches of hair behind her back. it's so fucking cute. she's so embarrassed each time you catch her.

anyways, sevika loves you more than anything else in her life. a little hair loss isn't gonna stop that.

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#anon i hope this helps or makes you smile or laugh #i'm so grateful u guys trust me with such sensitive and close-to-home topics <333 #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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kueble · 1 year

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Blossoms

This was written for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt: Romantic. It’s very silly and lighthearted, so I hope you enjoy it.

Explicit. Warnings: None. 3,100 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier is at his wit’s end.

How can one man - one who has been alive over a hundred years - be so gods-damned stupid? Jaskier has tried everything he can think of to woo him: providing romantic candlelit dinners, serenading him beneath the full moon, gifting armfuls of trinkets. Hell, he even rubbed chamomile oil onto his bare ass! Either Geralt is the most idiotic witcher to ever live, or he is being purposefully dense.

Jaskier decides to go back to the basics, to keep things simple. Geralt is off hunting for their dinner, so he is left alone with Roach to set up the campsite. He makes quick work of it, cutting corners here and there, and then backtracks to the field of wildflowers they walked past earlier. The sun hasn’t set yet, and the field looks gorgeous all lit up in the late afternoon sun.

He’s pretty sure artists refer to this as the golden hour, which is fitting since he’s here to gather a bouquet for his golden-eyed love. He twists the phrase around in his mind, trying to piece together a song, but nothing sounds quite right. There’s a melody behind it, though, so he ends up humming to himself while he gathers the prettiest blossoms he can find.

There was going to be a theme - reds and pinks for love - but all the different flowers look so stunning swaying with the gentle breeze that he ends up with an armful of a little bit of everything. Rather than put the bouquet together here, he makes his way back to camp. It’s a pleasant walk, especially with the fragrant blooms held against his chest.

Only a complete fool would ignore such a lovely gesture.

Geralt isn’t back yet, so he gently sets down his plunder next to his bedroll. He drags his pack over, digging through it for the rest of what he needs. It takes him a moment to find the scrap of twine he saved for this purpose, but he emerges with a triumphant shout. Roach snorts at him, so he just blows her a kiss and gets to work.

The sun starts setting as Jaskier slowly pieces together the bouquet, making sure the best flowers are showcased in the front. He ends up starting over a few times when one color clumps together, but it just makes him more determined to get this perfect. His tongue sticks out between his lips as he bends over his lap and painstakingly creates a masterpiece.

Once the twine is wrapped around the bunch of flowers, he holds it in one hand and twirls it slowly to see if it is as beautiful as he hoped. Turns out it’s even more gorgeous than planned, so he dips his head down with a grin to inhale the sweet scent of the colorful blossoms. He hears Geralt stomping back towards the campsite, so he jumps to his feet and holds the gift in front of him.

“Welcome back!” he chirps as Geralt tosses a couple of pheasants down at his feet. He grimaces and steps over them so he can stand in front of Geralt.

“What’s this?” Geralt asks, tilting his head in that adorable way he always does when humanity confuses him. Jaskier ignores the way his chest tightens at the look and presents the flowers with a dramatic little bow.

“I picked these for you, my dear. I thought a man such as yourself might appreciate the simple beauty in everyday things, since you are in fact beautiful each and every day,” Jaskier says, holding out the bouquet for Geralt to take. There’s a beat of silence and then Geralt grunts and accepts the gift.

This is it! He’s going to realize that Jaskier’s heart beats for him and him alone. Surely he’ll swoon and admit his own feelings. Jaskier looks up at him with the most earnest look he can manage only to see Geralt frowning at the gift.

“This is very helpful, but it would have been easier to sort them for potions if you had grouped them by flower,” Geralt mumbles before reaching out to pat Jaskier on the head. He straightens up, ready to shout at how absurd this all is, but Geralt is already halfway across the campsite, the lovely bundle of flowers tucked under his armpit.

Jaskier has no idea how he fell in love with such an uncaring brute of a man.

His heart hardens as he watches Geralt pluck a fat blossom from the bouquet and feed it to Roach. Clearly the feeling in his gut isn’t love but simply indigestion. With a huff, he bends down to start dressing the birds for dinner. There’s a handful of herbs in his pack that will liven things up, even if his romantic prospects are slowly dying. How is he supposed to win Geralt over if he can’t get the message through that thick skull of his?

But the night ends up as brilliant as any other. They chat while their dinner roasts, and Geralt even tells him he enjoys the new melody he’s been humming all night. They sit side by side in front of the fire, sharing stories and pheasant alike, and Jaskier knows that if this is all he manages to get from Geralt, he’ll still be a happy man right down to the end of his days.

There is a chill in the air, a promise of Summer’s end, and they lay their beds together and seek out each other’s warmth. Jaskier falls asleep with Geralt’s slow breaths tickling the nape of his neck, his head full of new plans to confess his feelings.

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“Going to ask a few questions about my contract, since everyone should be loose-lipped at this time of night, especially after your raunchy performance. I’ll be quick about it,” Geralt says, pulling Jaskier out of his bedtime routine.

“Now?” he asks a bit stupidly, because he has plans that very much involve Geralt.

“Yes, as I just explained,” Geralt says, rolling his eyes as he leaves.

Jaskier watches the door shut behind him and then throws himself back on the bed, sighing with all the dramatics of one of the maidens in his ballads. How is he supposed to casually seduce Geralt if he leaves the room. Since outright declarations of love don’t seem to be working, he figures maybe if they fuck first, he can sort it all out later. Besides, he’s been lonely ever since he realized how gone he is over the man. Brothels and adoring fans quickly lost their shine in comparison to his heart’s desire.

He realizes he’s flopping around the bed like a fish on dry land, and he sits up to glare at the empty room. Instead, he catches sight of the bouquet Geralt had so rudely shoved into his saddlebag earlier. Suddenly, he’s struck with the most brilliant idea he’s ever had, and that’s saying a lot.

Why bother being subtle when his love is ridiculously thick both in body and mind?

Jaskier strides across the room and snatches up the flowers, quickly untying the twine and tossing them in a pile at the foot of the bed. There don’t seem to be quite as many as he hoped, but he can still pull this off. Maybe he just needs to shorten his message a little? Oh! And he can use the stems as well, not just the petals.

There’s a flurry of activity as he yanks the blossoms from their stems and starts spelling out his message. He has to start over twice, not sure it’s concise enough. There can’t be any doubt to what he’s after, especially since Geralt has ignored even his most romantic of gestures. Once he’s done, he stands back and looks at the message spelled out in stems and petals.

“Jaskier, you genius,” he mutters to himself before looking down at his attire. He was halfway undressed before Geralt left, and his original thought was to put on the chemise he sleeps, but this looks much better. These trousers highlight his strong thighs, and the bow above his ass makes him look like a present ready to be unwrapped.

He’s debating the best place to seductively drape himself when the door opens again. With a squeak, he ends up perched on the edge of the bed. He braces himself with one leg out and an arm behind him and tries to appear as casually sexy as possible. Geralt shoots him a confused look before slowly stepping close enough to look at the message on the bed.

“Please fuck me?” Geralt reads aloud, flushing as he turns to face Jaskier. “Expecting someone else?”

“Oh for Melitele’s sake!” Jaskier cries out, throwing up his hands. “No! It’s for you, you idiot! You’ve ignored every single grand gesture I’ve so lovingly set at your feet, so I figured being direct might work better.”

“I…what?”

“The romantic dinners! Singing you love songs written about you! I swear I’ve read you all of the classic love poems, even the most sordid ones! And you…you sit here telling me you have no idea I’m trying to confess my undying love to you?” Jaskier rushes out, sagging back against the bed with a pout.

“You…you did all that? For me?” Geralt asks, stepping closer with his palms held up as if Jaskier is some kind of startled mare.

“I, yeah, I did,” Jaskier snorts out. He runs a hand through his hair, surely looking deranged at this point. “How did you not catch on?”

“Don’t be upset, but I tend to just…zone out when you start talking in prose?” Geralt admits, moving even closer. He kneels in front of Jaskier and smiles up at him. “Not in an offensive way, but…I don’t have a head for anything poetic. So whenever you start rambling about anything soft and sweet, I just tune out the words and focus on the sound of your voice instead? It’s very melodic. Calming. I like it.”

“Oh,” Jaskier says, not quite sure what to say. He thought Geralt had been ignoring him, and he was, but it was kind of sweet.

“I will, of course, break the habit now that I am aware of the stress I’ve caused you,” Geralt tells him before nodding at the floral message on the bedspread. “So…it seems that you care for me?”

“Geralt, you fucking idiot,” Jaskier murmurs before reaching down and yanking him into the bed. “I am so unbelievably in love with you. Apparently you’ve ignored several much prettier confessions, but hopefully that’s enough for you?”

“More than enough. If you’ll still have me?” Geralt asks softly, as if Jaskier didn’t just promise to love him to the end of his days.

“Never letting you go,” Jaskier whispers against his mouth before claiming it in a kiss.

He means to be gentle, but years of sexual tension explode around them, and he nips at Geralt’s bottom lip before licking across the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. Geralt groans into the kiss, chapped lips parting so beautifully for him, and Jaskier growls in response. He cups Geralt’s face in both hands and presses his tongue on one of his fangs, moaning at the sharp sting of it.

Geralt whines deep in his chest, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. It set fire to him, his body buzzing and skin burning everywhere they touch. Jaskier grabs a handful of Geralt’s ass and grinds up against him, and it’s almost overwhelming, even through layers of fabric. But he needs more, needs to feel Geralt’s pale skin, and he shoves his hands down the back of his trousers, searching for more.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunts out as he breaks the kiss to sit back on his heels and frantically tug at the bow at the small of Jaskier’s back. He lifts his hips to help, whimpering as the cold air hits his hard cock. Geralt doesn’t bother taking them all the way off, just shoves them down to Jaskier’s knees before undoing his own laces to free his prick.

Jaskier can’t help touching, using one hand to drag him into another kiss while the other wraps around Geralt’s hard length. It’s hot and heavy in his hand, and Jaskier pumps it a few times before rubbing his thumb over his slit. Pre-come leaks out, and he uses it to ease the slide as he strokes him rougher.

“Jask, wait,” Geralt chokes out, and he immediately stops and pulls his hand back.

“Second thoughts, love?” he asks, heart racing in his chest. Please don’t take this from him before it even starts.

“No, just, uh,” Geralt flushes and looks over his shoulder at the petals and stems now scattered around the bed. “Your message. Do you want me to find some oil?”

“Next time,” Jaskier says with a grin. “Right now I just need to touch you. This is perfect.” He emphasizes his words by cupping Geralt’s balls in his hand, which seems to set something loose in him.

One second he’s in control and the next he’s being pushed into the mattress as Geralt braces his hands on either side of his head and starts to roll his hips. Jaskier runs his hands down Geralt’s sides, his nails leaving satisfying red streaks as he bucks up into Geralt. They’re both leaking now, the wet mess helping as their cocks slide together.

It’s intense and sticky and absolutely fucking phenomenal.

Geralt dips down to kiss him harshly, more fangs and tongue than anything. Jaskier leans into it, chasing his tongue past his lips and trying to maintain finesse even as his world is exploding in sensations. He fails spectacularly and ends up nipping at Geralt as they pant into each other's mouths. The steady grind is quickly pushing him towards release, and it’s all he can do to grip Geralt’s narrow waist and ride it out.

Jaskier turns his head to offer up his neck, and Geralt takes the hint. He nips at the base of Jaskier’s neck before sucking gently, sure to leave a mark. The hint of fang pressing against his sensitive skin is enough to have Jaskier teetering on the edge. Then Geralt grazes his teeth over that perfect spot just below his ear, and Jaskier feels his balls pull tight.

He comes with a shout of Geralt’s name, clinging to him as he spills between their stomachs. Geralt keeps thrusting, grinding down into him even as Jaskier is coating them both with hot splashes of his seed. His whole body feels electric, his limbs shaking as he rides the high. Geralt doesn’t stop, just keeps rocking against him until he whines at how overwhelming it feels.

“Can I?” Geralt asks, kneeling up and wrapping a hand around himself. Jaskier nods, suddenly wanting nothing more than to watch Geralt come all over him. He reaches out and takes hold of Geralt's thigh, stroking his soft skin while he watches him.

He starts fucking his own fist, hips wild as he stares down at Jaskier with wild eyes. They’re almost completely black - like he’s full of potions - and Jaskier shivers as another wave of lust washes over him. His cock gives a half-hearted twitch, but he’s spent for the night. This is the best orgasm he’s had in ages, and he feels completely wrecked.

“Come on, Geralt. Want to see you come for me,” he moans, running a hand down his stomach to play with the mess pooling there. He trails his fingers through his own come and brings two up to his mouth, wetting his lips before sucking them clean.

“Fuck, Jask,” Geralt hisses out before tensing up. He spills over his own hand, hot bursts of come coating Jaskier’s already filthy stomach. He revels in it, arching his hips as Geralt continues to come. He looks gorgeous, eyes wide and lips parted as he thrusts into his own fist. It seems like he comes for ages before finally collapsing on top of Jaskier.

They’re fucking covered in come, and Jaskier couldn’t be happier.

Geralt not so gracefully slides off of him, and Jaskier rolls with him, not willing to let go just yet. They lay on their sides, just grinning at each other, and Jaskier can hardly believe this is real. It seems like he’d fallen in love years ago, and it’s so surreal to see Geralt looking back at him with affection in his eyes.

But then Geralt starts to move, and Jaskier whimpers, tangling his legs around him. Geralt snorts and gestures at the growing mess between them, but Jaskier won’t have it. It’s all too fresh, and he doesn’t want Geralt out of his arms right now.

“Leave it, just cuddle me,” Jaskier whines, pouting at him. Geralt rolls his eyes and breaks free of his hold, ignoring his poor lonely heart. He chuckles as he hops out of the bed and walks over to the basin of water on the table.

“Oh don’t give me those big doe eyes of yours. You’re completely out of your mind if you think I’m going to deal with you bitching about being sticky come morning. Besides, this just gives us a reason to dirty ourselves up again, right?” Geralt suggests as he wets down a cloth and comes back to the bed. Jaskier expects him to hand it over, but instead he gently wipes Jaskier clean before taking care of himself. He could get used to this sweeter side of his witcher.

“I should be offended by that, but I’ll forgive you since you’ve finally fallen for my many charms,” Jaskier tells him with a giggle. That earns him another eye roll, but Geralt is grinning as he slides back into bed.

“Fallen despite them,” Geralt teases, easily dodging the elbow Jaskier throws his way. He grows somber, though, looking serious before adding a soft, “I do, you know. Love you.”

“I know dear. I can feel it in the way you touch me,” Jaskier murmurs before taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. He brings their clasped hands to his lips and presses a lingering kiss to the back of Geralt’s hand. “Just don’t forget to say it out loud every so often, because the words sound amazing in your voice.”

“I’ll tell you as often as I can,” Geralt tells him, and it sounds like an oath. Jaskier lets go of his hand but tucks himself close before pulling the blanket over them. He falls asleep with the slow beat of Geralt’s heart beneath his cheek.

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• Mitte (German, middle)

Warnings: this is a Tae & Yoongs chapter, they finally talk with each other, it’s beautiful to see, so much mutual respect and healthy conversations, Yoongi also tells him a little bit about vampire history, their friendship is beautiful i wuv them

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: this is one of my fave chapters, i fucking love them

He spent a lot of time down here. The candles have burned down by now, but he doesn’t care. The dark hasn’t bothered him since three millennia.

The floors are wet, as are parts of the walls. The sound of moving water can be heard somewhere. The stench of magic is in the air, it forces his head to pound in a terrible headache. His body is cold as well. The clothes he decided to wear aren’t suited for such rooms. Pants and a button up, both made out of fabric too thin for cold, wet cellars.

He likes heated rooms and being warm, but he is used to the cold, so he doesn’t really mind. He does care for it. He hasn’t done so always, but ever since he feels, he would rather take a warm room over a cold one.

He can’t be picky however, not when so much is at stake.

Light cuts through the darkness then. It aches in his eyes and for just a few seconds, he is blind. He blinks, adjusting to the new situation.

“What are you doing here?” he asks the person holding the oil lamp.

“I could ask you the same question. It has been hours and you are still locked up in this awful room.”

“I can’t leave yet, I have to find out how to stop him.”

“You do, but you also have other priorities.”

“For example?”

“Helping us with the clean-up for example? Or perhaps coming up with what to do next? Or simply making sure ___ is safe?”

“How is she?”

“She is still the same. She is in shock and refuses to speak to anyone.”

“I see. I will check up on her later.”

“It’s too late for that. I helped her fall asleep.”

“Good. At least she won’t be able to think that way.”

“Yes, it’s good. Jungkook is with her for now.”

“Good. He’s perfect for that, he’ll keep her safe if she wakes.”

“I agree.”

Yoongi looks into Taehyung’s eyes for the first time ever since the latter joined him in this wet, cold room.

“Why are you here?” he asks him.

“The others asked me to see how you are doing.”

“Well, you did, now leave.”

Taehyung stays in the doorframe, shaking his head in refusal.

“Tch”, Yoongi lets out defeated and stands up from the wooden chair he had been hunching on for hours. He stretches out his back and turns away from Taehyung in order to disappear deeper into the room.

The dozens and dozens of shelves were a labyrinth for him once, but he spent enough time in here to know his ways by now.

The first three rows are stacked with potions and their ingredients. They are useless to him.

The next five are stacked with books. Of both magical and normal nature. They are useless to him, except for one book, which lies opened on page 639 back on the table.

Yoongi skimmed through row nine and ten already. They were filled with all sorts of magical devices. Some seemed useful, some interesting and some boring, but none was the one thing he was looking for.

“What are actually doing here?”

Yoongi doesn’t startle upon hearing Taehyung’s voice behind him because he heard his steps before that. He looks over his shoulder. Taehyung left the oil lamp by the table. They can still see each other clearly despite that.

“I’m looking for something.”

“And what is it you are looking for?”

“Why do you care?”

Taehyung blinks in confusion.

“Because the last time I checked, we are on the same side.”

“Sure”, Yoongi says sarcastically and with a loud scoff, he turns away from Taehyung.

The latter stays quiet for now, trailing behind Yoongi as he loses himself farther and farther in the labyrinth of shelves.

The eleventh shelf turns out to be useless as well. Yoongi turns, almost colliding with Taehyung from just how close the younger vampire is standing.

Yoongi lifts his head, locking eyes with Taehyung again.

“Out of my way”, he hisses.

“You are angry at me”, Taehyung says, making himself big in order to force Yoongi to have the conversation.

“Angry is an understatement.”

“Angry, mad, furious. However you may call it. You are upset with me.”

“I’m disappointed.”

Taehyung knits his brows. He clearly hadn’t expected that.

“Now get the fuck out of my way before I decide to throw you all the way back there”, he says, nodding his head into the direction of the far away hallway.

Taehyung sneaks a glance at it over his shoulder then turns back to Yoongi.

“You are disappointed in me?” he asks.

“Tzt”, Yoongi lets out and pushes Taehyung to the side.

He stomps to the hallway in big steps. Taehyung follows him hurriedly.

“Talk to me”, he tries.

“Just piss off”, Yoongi answers him, taking on the next shelf.

“Hyung, I want to talk with you.”

“Don’t call me that”, Yoongi whips around, “I’m not your family, so shove it.”

Taehyung tries to cover up the hurt in his eyes, but fails.

“Now leave me the fuck alone before I actually hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me”, the words weren’t filled with provocation but rather with childish hopefulness.

“Yes, Taehyung. Yes, I would hurt you. Oh I would love to hurt you. If it wasn’t for ___, I already would have. Hell, you’d be dead already.”

“But why?”

“Why?” Yoongi’s nostrils flared as he growled the word, “now you’re just fucking with me. You really wanna push me?”

“No. No, I really wasn’t”, Taehyung insists with widened eyes, “I, I genuinely want you to tell me.”

“You-”, Yoongi hisses and grabs Taehyung by his chin.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes closed.

“I want to fix this!” he blurts out in his attempt to save his face from getting bashed in by Yoongi’s lifted fist.

Yoongi halts.

“___ is traumatised and, and she needs us both.”

Yoongi lowers his fist.

“And that means that we need to stick together.”

Yoongi lets go of Taehyung’s chin. The latter opens his eyes.

“I know that you are upset with me, but please Yoongi let’s try to fix this for ___’s sake.”

Yoongi listens with a tense jaw.

“She doesn’t need another burden on her shoulders in the form of us constantly wanting to kill each other. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Yoongi grinds his teeth, studying Taehyung’s face with iciness in his gaze. Taehyung falters in his confidence now that he is victim to Yoongi’s punishing look. Soon he touches his own hair, playing with it to soothe himself.

“I agree”, Yoongi says coldly.

“You do?” Taehyung almost gasped the question for Yoongi’ compliance truly surprised him.

Yoongi nods his head, but his frown stays on his face.

“Wow, hyung those are great news. I truly didn’t expect you to agree.”

Yoongi turns a cold shoulder to Taehyung.

“Don’t call me that”, he says.

“I apologize, force of habit. I won’t call you like that again.”

Yoongi begins hurrying down the small corridor. Taehyung follows him close by, looking at everything Yoongi looked at seconds before.

“So what are you doing here?” he asks him.

“I’m looking for something.”

“Yes? What are you looking for?”

“It shouldn’t concern you.”

“Well, it does. We are on the same side, remember?”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Taehyung, grinding his teeth.

“I guess”, he murmurs, looking away again.

“So? What are we looking for?”

“We?”

“Yes”, Taehyung flashes Yoongi a sweet smile, “I want to help you.”

Yoongi sighs loudly.

“Fine”, he gives in, “follow me.”

And with that, the two vampires hurry back to the desk in silent steps. They both blink to get used to the change of lighting.

Yoongi hovers himself above the book, which is opened on page 637 because Taehyung flipped through it before deciding to join Yoongi. The latter flips it back to page 639 and presses his finger into the page.

“This”, he says, “this is what I’m looking for.”

“I see. May I read?”

“If you can read this language.”

“Oh, you underestimate me. Of course I can read it”, Taehyung says and sits down on the chair. He begins reading.

Yoongi disappears in the meantime, returning to the shelf in search for what he is looking for.

He doesn’t find it and continues to the next shelf.

Taehyung returns when he has looked through a quarter of the stuff.

“The Unbreaking Shackles. Why are you looking for such a terrible weapon?” he asks him.

“Because ___ destroyed the one we wanted to use.”

“Yes, because we would all be dead otherwise.”

Yoongi glance at Taehyung angrily.

“I wasn’t blaming her, so stuff that accusatory tone of yours up your pompous ass.”

“Yoongi”, Taehyung sounds disappointed, “you promised me that we would get along.”

“I never said that. I promised you that I wouldn’t fight with you in front of her anymore. I never promised you friendship.”

“Well, that is terrible. I thought you wanted to get along even when she isn’t here.”

“I could never get along with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are a terrible person.”

“Hey, now are you being unreasonable.”

“You drank her blood”, Yoongi growls, turning to Taehyung and stepping so close their breaths intermingle, “this is the literal definition of being a scumbag.”

“I don’t want to harm her.”

“And yet you still do.”

“You are twisting my intentions.”

“Am I? Now tell me, what’s so good about drinking the blood of the woman you swore to love and keep safe?”

“Because I love her.”

Yoongi scoffs, “no, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!” Taehyung insists loudly, furrowing his brows, “stop questioning my feelings for her. I love her.”

“Let’s say you do. Why do you think it okay to drink her blood?”

“Because it makes me feel closer to her.”

“You’re sick”, Yoongi hisses and turns his back to Taehyung.

“I mean it”, Taehyung insists, “I was so careful when I bit her. I made sure she was comfortable and never in pain. And she enjoyed it.”

“Don’t say that”, Yoongi hisses, grinding his teeth at the image of how you enjoyed getting drained. It infuriates him too much.

“I am honest. She was never in pain and afterwards I helped her heal with just a few drops of my blood.”

“I told you not to say that!” Yoongi screams so loudly that the entire room shakes in his echo.

Taehyung closes his mouth, looking at Yoongi with fearful eyes.

“First you play with her life by draining her and then you play with her freedom by feeding her our cursed blood. How dare you? Do you have no respect for her?”

“I respect her, I really do”, Taehyung insists honestly.

“And yet you-”, Yoongi swallows what he wanted to say, “I hate you so much, you asshole. You are such a reckless child. Fuck, I should kill you.”

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung says, “I truly am sorry. I didn’t think that blood sharing carries so many negative connotations for you.”

Yoongi takes a step back. The apology reeks of honesty and it irritates him because he didn’t expect Taehyung to be honest.

“But I truly meant no harm when I fed from her. My intentions were of a good heart, one that loves her dearly and that craved the intimacy only blood sharing can offer.”

“That’s just a lame excuse. You can be intimate with someone without participating in this terrible thing.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“I did. It’s disgusting.”

“Well, maybe you should try it with-”

“Don’t finish this sentence”, Yoongi growls, “I would never put her through that.”

“Maybe just once?”

“No”, Yoongi flashes his ruby eyes, “tread carefully now, Kim Taehyung.”

“Okay, I’m sorry”, Taehyung gives in, “I won’t talk about it anymore. I just”, he exhales through his nose loudly, “I just hope that you can find it in yourself to stop seeing me as a villain. I love ___ dearly and I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Then stop drinking her blood.”

Taehyung keeps quiet.

“Tzt. As I thought. The weapon’s not here, let’s go to the next shelf.”

Yoongi brushes past Taehyung and leaves. His steps are slow, almost as if he was dragging weight behind himself.

“___ told me that she wants to stop for a while. Did you force her to it?”

“Force her?” Yoongi’s voice trembles in anger, “I would never force her to do anything. How dare you.”

“But it must be because of you.”

“Yes, because she knows that it upsets me. And because other than you, she actually respects other people’s feelings.”

“I respect them as well.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do”, Taehyung insists.

“Tell yourself that if it makes you sleep better at night.”

Yoongi abandons Taehyung on the main hallway, but the younger vampire doesn’t stay on there for long. Very soon and he is by Yoongi’s side, helping him look whilst trying to keep the conversation going.

“I respect them. That is why I want you to tell me why you are so upset and why you are disappointed in me, so I can understand you better.”

“I told you. You are a scumbag.”

“No, that is not it. I know your feelings for me changed. Back when we pretended to be a frat house we liked each other. Remember?”

“I think you only imagined that. I never liked you.”

“You are lying. The music nights we shared. When we thought of melodies together and then played them. You can’t tell me that those nights were nothing but pretend.”

“You are not that person anymore. Neither am I.”

“Indeed. Now we are both feeling and we are in love with the same woman, which means we have to work even harder to fix us.”

Taehyung grabs Yoongi by his shoulders and turns him. Yoongi lets him, making eye contact the instant they are facing each other.

“We can’t stay so broken. Eternity is too long to spend it with fighting, especially when it hurts ___.”

“Oh? Now you want to make it about hurting her? Start with thinking about what you did before pointing fingers at me.”

“Yoongi, I told you”, Taehyung sounds exhausted, “I had no evil intentions behind sharing blood with her. I just wanted to be closer to her. Why can’t you see it? I just wanted intimacy.”

“Because it’s not intimate or good or romantic. It’s awful and should be forbidden.”

“Why?”

“Because it is”, Yoongi insists, “aren’t we hurting enough people? Why do we have to hurt the people close to us? The people we love and, and promised to protect?”

Taehyung takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales it the same way. He relaxes his shoulders, pulling his hands away from Yoongi’s arm.

“I see”, he says, “have you hurt someone during blood sharing?”

“It shouldn’t concern you.”

“Well, it does if it helps me understand you better.”

Yoongi stays silent and leaves. He is looking at the contents of the shelf with such precision that Taehyung knows he is acting busy to avoid talking.

“I’m sorry that you did. I hurt someone too, a long time ago. Her name was Jackie and I bit too deeply by accident. She cried so much and told me that I was a monster. She wanted it initially, but never wanted to see me again afterwards. Till this day I feel terrible for what I did to her.”

“That should be proof enough for why you shouldn’t do this with ___. What if Jackie was ___? What if you bit her too deeply?”

“Because I was careful. Oh, Yoongi I am telling you, the moment my fangs touched her skin, I concentrated on nothing other than her comfort. I don’t go deep, just enough to get droplets of her blood. I am actively making sure to never repeat what I did to Jackie. I never went too far, you have to believ-”

“You never went too far?” Yoongi has Taehyung pressed against the shelf with his fingers around his throat and his face morphed into demonic anger, “you almost killed her the last time, you fuck.”

“I, I can’t breathe”, Taehyung chokes out, hitting Yoongi’s hand.

“I don’t fucking care. I don’t care about anything you fuck feel”, Yoongi spits, “you and your empty words. You speak of tenderness and love when your actions show the opposite.”

“I want to change, I urgh-”, Taehyung gags and writhes, “hyun- plea-”

“I want to kill you”, Yoongi growls, “you ruin everything.”

“Ple-”

“I love her. I love her so very much that I wanna move mountains for her and because of you I will lose her”, the corners of Yoongi’s mouth grow, showing off his true teeth, “you’re gonna kill her, but not when I can prevent it. Hear me, Kim Taehyung? I’m gonna rip you to fucking shreds”, he says and runs his long tongue over his sharp teeth, “you think you know how Rippers kill? Fucker, I am the monster we are based on and I’m happy to show you why that is. Give you a taste of your own fucked up medicine and make you choke on your own blood before I rip your fucking head off with my teeth.”

Yoongi draws closer. Taehyung whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.”

“And neither does ___ and yet you get off on ending her life.”

“I went too far!” Taehyung chokes out, “I lost control. Please Yoongi, I admit my fault. I truly lost control.”

Yoongi growls, pressing down harder on his neck. He unhinges his jaw, opening it so he can bury his fangs in Taehyung’s throat.

“And I’m sorry!” Taehyung squeaks, writhing in fear.

Yoongi's fingers loosen their grip. His once black eyes return to ruby. His mouth shifts back to human size.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry to ___ and I’m sorry to you. You are right. I was blinded by my blood lust and lost control. And I’m sorry.”

Yoongi’s fingers slip from his throat, now resting on Taehyung’s chest.

“Please believe me. I don’t want to kill her and, and I don’t want to take her from you.”

Taehyung places his hand over Yoongi’s.

“You make her happy in ways I fail to do and in return I have never seen you so…alive before. Why should I ruin something so wonderful? So honest and real? Please believe me when I say that I want to change.”

Yoongi looks to the side.

“I want to change for ___ and I want to change for us. You are my friend, even if we fight. And I hurt you. I admit my faults and I’m sorry. For hurting you and for hurting ___.”

Yoongi takes a step back.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “fuck you for actually meaning it.”

“Because I do. I really, really do. I don’t want to lose her and I also don’t want to lose you and the others. So I am here begging you for one more chance.”

“And if I give you one? How long will it take before you put her in danger again?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “I won’t put her in danger anymore, I promise. I will only give her my blood when she asks me for it or if she is hurt. I promise you.”

“Sweet talk it all you want, you won’t change my mind about the blood sharing.”

“I have realised that much by now and I don’t intent to change it. I guess this is a topic we won’t agree on. But I am trying to change your mind about how you see me.”

“Just help me look for that cursed weapon instead.”

“I am. I haven’t found it yet.”

“Neither have I.”

“Are you certain that it is in here?”

“It must be. That’s where Meredith keeps all her trinkets.”

“Have you asked her already?”

“No. The witches still aren’t back.”

“I see. Then we will find it without them. I am sure of it”, Taehyung says and reaches out to nudge Yoongi’s arm, “we’ll find it together, hyung.”

“Stop calling me like that.”

“I’m sorry. I am just so used to calling you that name, that it comes natural to me.”

“Tch.”

They end up leaving the corridor and walking to the next one. It is the second to last shelf.

“Oh dear”, Taehyung says, “this is a lot of stuff.”

“Yes. It’ll take a while. You start at the beginning, I’ll start at the end.”

“Understood. Let’s meet in the middle.”

“Mhm.”

Yoongi disappears.

Taehyung looks at the small form of Yoongi at the end of the corridor. He huffs out air in defeat. Well, this is going to be a lot of work. Not only finding the weapon, but also getting Yoongi to open back up to him. He knows that it is possible. He knows that out of his former roommates, Yoongi was always the fondest of him. He knows that there was a time where he could call him his family and Yoongi wouldn’t mind. And because he possesses such knowledge, he knows that he can get Yoongi to like him again.

It will just be a long way to get there. A long, long way to meet in the middle. Taehyung almost has to laugh at just how perfectly the situation fits. Meeting in the middle. Yes, let’s do that for now, he thinks and begins looking through Meredith’s trinkets.

He finds a cube which can suck all air out of a room, but it isn’t what he is looking for. He also finds a very interesting looking coin. It has the word “eternal blindness” written on its back. Taehyung discards it quickly and moves on to the next section.

He finds a book. It is as light as feather and carries the words “Magnus Vasistas” on its cover. He doesn’t dare to open the book, placing it back on the shelf.

Then he sneaks a glance at Yoongi. He has already come a little closer. His brows are furrowed in concentration.

Taehyung turns his head away and begins sorting through the stuff again.

There is a goblet which catches his attention. It is made of metal as black as obsidian and with purple crystals embedded on its rim. He twists and turns it a few times then looks inside. It is empty safe for the dust covering the surface.

“This is not right”, he murmurs and places it back on the shelf.

His eyes lock on a stone next. It sits right in his palm. It feels cold on his skin. Taehyung widens his eyes. The coldness is disappearing. It becomes warmer and warmer and warmer and warmer and…

“Ah”, he gasps, dropping the stone.

Yoongi turns his head upon hearing the loud sound of it landing on the ground.

“It burned me”, Taehyung says, showing Yoongi his scorched palm, “ah it hurts terribly.”

“It’s your own fault for touching it.”

“It truly hurts”, Taehyung whines, staring at his palm, “why is it not healing?”

Yoongi sighs in defeat and within a second he is by Taehyung’s side. He wraps his fingers around Taehyung’s wrist and pulls his hand closer.

“What did you touch?” he asks, inspecting the deep wound.

“This stone”, Taehyung says, pointing at the inconspicuous looking stone sitting on the ground, “it felt cold at first but then it heated up and burned me.”

“Tzt”, Yoongi clicks his tongue is distaste, “that’s why you shouldn’t touch anything in here. This stone is dangerous. She probably laced it with eternal scorching.”

“What? Eternal scorching? Ah”, Taehyung gasps before he has to hiss in discomfort, “ah it hurts.”

“I know. Idiot. You just cursed your own hand.”

“Please make it stop, it hurts unbearably.”

“Serves you right”, Yoongi murmurs, but still tugs Taehyung with him, “follow me, I know a cure.”

He drags Taehyung all the way back to the first shelf and stops right when they are at the middle. He is still holding Taehyung wrist whilst the latter is trying not to close his fingers. His palm burns so much that he can barely handle it. His wound grows exponentially.

“That’s it”, Yoongi says and reaches for an emerald green bottle. He opens the cork with his teeth, spitting it on the ground. Then he turns to Taehyung and tugs his hand closer, “hold still.”

And without warning he pours the green liquid all over his hand.

“Ah!” Taehyung exclaims, trying to wiggle away, “what is this? This feels terrible.”

“Quit whining. It’s the antidote. Look, it’s dissolving the curse.”

The scorch on Taehyung’s hand is sizzling until it stops and magically becomes smaller and smaller.

“It healed”, Taehyung gasps.

“Yes, that’s what it’s supposed to do”, Yoongi says dryly and leaves him by the potion shelf.

Taehyung takes a quick glance at the bottles. He can’t read the letters they display.

“Yoongi”, he calls out and turns to hurry to the older vampire.

He finds him hunched over the book, reading page 639 once again.

“How come you know so much about all of this?”

“I lived long enough”, he answers him dryly.

“No, there must be more behind your knowledge.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him, but stays silent otherwise. He is too focused on memorising the words on the paper.

Taehyung studies his face then the book until he lands on his face again.

“Now this weapon”, he begins, “how come you knew of its existence?”

“I just do.”

“I would like to argue that I posses a great knowledge of witchcraft and yet I never heard of it. Let alone heard about curses of eternal scorching and emerald antidotes. How do you know so much?”

Yoongi lifts his eyes from the book, locking them with Taehyung. When he sees the determination in his gaze, he gives up with a loud sigh.

“Because most of those things I helped create three thousand years ago.”

“What?” Taehyung gasps, widening his eyes, “you helped?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“I was a warlock before I became a vampire. A pretty impressive warlock actually. I helped write most of those spells in this book”, he says, touching the book.

“Now that is”, Taehyung laughs in disbelief, “those are the most mindboggling news I have ever heard. You possessed magic as a human?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“This is wonderful. Why did you never tell me?”

“Why should I have?” Yoongi asks, scrunching his nose up in disgust, “it’s not like it’s any of your business.”

“Well, I think that it is. You were a warlock once, this is wonderful. How come you became a vampire?”

“It shouldn’t concern you.”

“Well, I want to know. How did all of this start? How did we start? Was it one of your spells?”

“No.”

“Well, what was it then?”

“Why are you so nosy?”

Taehyung huffs out air, sending Yoongi a little pout.

“Fine”, Yoongi says with annoyance in his voice, “I was still a warlock in apprenticeship. We all were, my friends and I. And one night we stole one of our master’s spells and used it. It was my idea. Our master told us that we weren’t ready for it yet, but I wouldn’t listen because I was a proud asshole, who wanted to prove him wrong. So we stole it and tried it out. Thirty people died, a couple hundred got injured and our village lost half of their crops.”

“Oh that is terrible. Was it the spell which started vampirism?”

“No. It wasn’t, it was the spell of Eternal Scorching. It is supposed to be used only on little objects. We tried to curse a rock with it, but we lost control and it spread over our lands and burned the people from the inside out.”

“Oh.”

“Our teacher stopped the spell before it could spread any further and captured all of us with magic. He created vampirism as our punishment. He cursed all of us to eternal life so we will never be freed of the terrible guilt of what we had done.”

“Well that is…not what I had expected. So our nature is truly a curse?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Taehyung asks and chuckles in confusion.

“For starting all of this.”

“What?” Taehyung asks, “but it’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is. If I wasn’t such a childish idiot back then, if I only had listened and not overestimated my own abilities, maybe then this awful curse would have never spread over the lands.”

“There is nothing to forgive, I don’t blame you.”

“Well, you should. I know it’s my fault. The sorcerer let me know by making me the only goddamn Gluttonous Ripper and I know how my lineage turned out. I know that my creations are fucking cursed to a sad life and I know that it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. Haven’t you spent most of your life teaching your lineage ways they could control their urges?”

“Yes? What about it?”

“So you helped them. They may have been cursed to a sad life, but you broke that curse by giving them back their control. So stop wallowing in self-pity when you did so much to prove the sorcerer wrong.”

Yoongi listens intently, staring at Taehyung with slightly widened eyes.

“You’re not that selfish person anymore. Hell, you are sometimes so self-sacrificing and, and righteous that it infuriates me.”

Yoongi scoffs and shows the smallest of smiles.

“Thanks, I guess”, he murmurs, looking back into the book.

Taehyung smiles as well. Yoongi is warming up to him again. He knows that he is. Taehyung steps closer until their arms were touching. Yoongi doesn’t put distance between their bodies.

“So that book”, Taehyung begins, “you created it while you were still a warlock?”

“Yes, my friends and I did, but the sorcerer must have finished it.”

“How are you so certain that he did?”

“Because of this.”

Yoongi flips the book on its last page. The handwriting is almost unreadable as if the mind which produced it was clinging to its last string of sanity.

“I think the sorcerer went insane in guilt for what he did to us”, Yoongi says.

“You think so?”

Yoongi nods his head, “I don’t think that his intentions were to create immortal monsters which hunt innocent humans and kill them so violently. I think that perhaps the curse of vampirism was too much for him as well and it laced itself in our bodies in a way which he couldn’t control.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. I can still remember how he talked about dark magic and that the price for our punishment is the blood of an innocent. He sacrificed a lamb back then, but I believe that the darkness of the magic laced itself with the blood and as it entered our bodies it created the dark hunger for blood. I think the sorcerer wasn’t aware of just how unpredictable the dark magic he used was and I really think that he only wanted to curse us with immortality, but that the dark magic took over and turned us into how we function.”

“Do you think that this is also the reason why we dry out if we aren’t fed blood? Because the dark magic needs to feed on blood and if we don’t consume blood, the curse resorts to feasting on our own blood until we are drained?”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Taehyung.

“I didn’t think that yet, but I think you’re right. It would make sense.”

Taehyung smiles proudly.

Yoongi looks at his smile for just a second before he averts his gaze back into the book.

Taehyung moves closer to get a better look at the page. He drapes his arm across Yoongi’s back. It forces the older vampire to tense up and sneak a confused look at Taehyung. He doesn’t move away however.

“What does this say? I can’t read it”, Taehyung asks.

“I think this is the solution to all of our problems”, Yoongi says.

“How come?”

“As I said before, I think the sorcerer spent his life trying to fix what he had done. I think that this obsession turned him mad in the end, but this right here”, Yoongi dances his fingers over the page, “this right here is the last proof of his genius.”

“It’s barely even distinguishable.”

“It’s a spell for reversing the curse of vampirism.”

“What?” Taehyung gasps, “a spell to reverse vampirism?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“It says right here. Lace it on to a blade. Yes, yes. Lace a blade. Pierce a heart with it. The heart of my demons. The demons. Oh what have I done? It will redeem my deeds. This will redeem my deeds. Lace a blade and pierce a heart.”

“You can read those scribbles?”

“I had to decipher his writing on a board back in school”, Yoongi says, making Taehyung laugh.

Yoongi allows a small smile to hush over his lips.

“I see. Well, then we can be glad that you have so much experience”, Taehyung says, rubbing his hand up and down Yoongi’s lower back.

Yoongi moves away with an arch of his back. He looks just slightly flustered. Taehyung ignores it, sitting down on the edge of the desk instead.

“So why do we need the Unbreakable Shackles?”

“I want to capture Namjoon with them and then use the blade on him.”

“What?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“You want to steal Namjoon of his vampirism?”

“Yes.”

“That is truly your plan?”

“Yes. Is it that unbelievable?”

“Yes, it is. What about killing him? Wasn’t this always our goal?”

“No. We can’t be killed. The only way has always been to weaken him and then keep him in a cell for all eternity.”

“This is”, Taehyung pauses for he finds no words to describe the utter surprise he is feeling, “how are you so certain that the spell will work?”

“I’m not, but trying never hurt anybody.”

“Until it does. What if it doesn’t work and Namjoon stays a vampire?”

“Then we will keep him in a cell for all eternity.”

“And if it works?”

Yoongi falters. Taehyung watches as fearful heartbreak glimmers in his eyes for a mere second.

“We’ll see when we get there”, Yoongi answers him.

“I see”, Taehyung averts his eyes to the book, “to know that such a spell exists”, he murmurs, dancing his fingers over the page, “this is…”

“Our hope.” “Terrible.”

The two vampires say at the same time, meeting each other’s eyes in a surprised look.

“What? Our hope?” Taehyung asks Yoongi.

Yoongi stays silent, tensing his jaw.

“Yoongi”, Taehyung jumps down from the table, stepping closer to Yoongi, “our hope? Why are you saying this?”

“Well, why do you think it’s terrible?” Yoongi hisses, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Because it’s terrible. If this spell falls into the wrong hands they can use it to drain whichever vampire is dumb enough to run into their blade. We could lose everything.”

“So? You’d still be human.”

“Yes. And mortal and weak and without the ability to heal or to never get sick and in the end you will die.”

Yoongi scoffs, looking to the side. Taehyung studies the features of his friend with worry in his eyes.

“What are you planning to do with this spell after we used it on Namjoon and it deemed successful?” Taehyung asks him quietly, dreading the answer.

“Nothing”, Yoongi dismisses him.

“Are you planning to use it on yourself?”

Yoongi gives him a quick glance.

“Let’s continue looking for the shackles, they must be here somewhere”, he dodges his question, stomping off in quick steps.

Taehyung runs after him, grabbing him by his elbow.

“Hyung, talk to me. Are you truly considering using it on yourself?”

“And if I do? What about it?” Yoongi hisses, ripping himself free from Taehyung’s hold.

Taehyung reaches for him instantly, holding his wrist.

“You can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’d lose everything.”

“Yeah and gain much more.”

Taehyung laughs in disbelief.

“No”, he says, circling Yoongi until the smaller vampire can do nothing more than stop and look up at him, “do you hear yourself talk?”

“It’s my decision, isn’t it?”

“No, no it’s not. Not anymore.”

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re not alone in this world anymore. You can’t be so bloody selfish.”

“Selfish? Do you even know how awful it is to know that no matter what you try, you can never die?” Yoongi hisses.

“Yes, yes I do.”

“No you don’t. You just have to rip your own heart out or run into a fire. You have the option to ram a stake through your heart and rip your own head off. Me? When I try any of those things? I’ll wake up again and continue to fucking live. You’ll never know how it is to actually be immortal because while you may not die through most deaths, in the end you still have options.”

Yoongi pushes Taehyung softly.

“You fucker can still end it whenever you want, but I can’t.”

Taehyung reaches for Yoongi, holding his wrists with utmost care.

“I understand what you mean, but please don’t use it on yourself.”

“Why not?” Yoongi asks, fighting Taehyung’s hold.

“Because you’d become mortal.”

“So? At least I could finally die.”

“Do you hear yourself talk?” Taehyung presses out, eyes filling with tears, “you selfish cunt, don’t you have enough reasons to want to stay alive? Isn’t ___ enough?”

Yoongi stops fighting, staring at him with widened eyes.

“Isn’t she enough to want to live? To want to stay immortal?” Taehyung’s voice is trembling, tears roll down his cheek, “how dare you do that to her. How dare you make the decision of how long she wants to be by your side for her.”

“You don’t-”

“Don’t tell me that I don’t understand. I understand a lot”, Taehyung interrupts him, “back when I was captured and you came to talk to me, you told me that I shouldn’t give up on life because ___ hasn’t given up on me yet”, Taehyung shakes Yoongi’s hands as if he wanted to shake him awake from his insanity, “you told me that it is worth wanting to live for her”, his voice is shuddering in emotion, “so goddamn, believe your own words and live.”

“If the spell is successful I can still live with her.”

“No”, Taehyung sobs softly, “please, don’t give up your immortality, not yet.”

He falls around Yoongi’s neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” Yoongi grunts, trying and failing to escape the hug.

“You can’t think like that. Not yet. You can’t become mortal.”

“Why not?” Yoongi pushes him away, “why can’t I become mortal? What if the day comes when ___ dies? Where she is old and grey and her heart gives up? What then? You expect me to continue living after I had to watch her die?”

“No.”

“Then let me become mortal and let me fucking die.”

“No, I can’t do this”, he intertwines his fingers with Yoongi, “you know ___, you know that there will come a day where she wants to become just like us. And, and when that day comes you have to be immortal with us. It would kill ___ if she knew that you wouldn’t be with her for all eternity.”

“She shouldn’t give up her mortality.”

“Well, if that is what she wants then we have to let her. She’ll drink my blood, become a Normal so she won’t be cursed and then you and I can make sure she learns how to drink blood without killing.”

“You’re sick for even thinking that.”

“I’m not sick. Don’t you want to be with her for all eternity?”

“Of course I do. That’s all I’m thinking about.”

Taehyung smiles.

“See? Then concentrate on that thought instead of wanting to die.”

Yoongi inhales deeply.

“I just want to know that I have an option”, he confesses quietly, “even if she becomes a vampire, she can still be killed. I could still lose her. Fuck, I just want to know that I am also able to die.”

“Okay”, Taehyung says, “I understand. That is why we will test it on Namjoon. If it works and he becomes mortal, then you will know that shall the day come where you lose everything and death seems sweet, you can end it. But please Yoongi”, Taehyung squeezes Yoongi’s hands, “please don’t think about it for as long as you have ___ and you are happy.”

Yoongi furrows his brows.

“You deserve to be happy. Truly happy, without thinking about wanting to die. And if you don’t believe me, take it from ___. I know that she wants you to enjoy your life. So goddamn, enjoy it for her if you can’t do it for yourself. And you’ll see, one day you will realise that you have long stopped enjoying it for her sake and that you like it because you genuinely enjoy living.”

Yoongi is deeply moved by Taehyung’s words. He is also deeply moved by the grief Taehyung showed when he talked about dying. He never even thought that Taehyung cared enough about him to find sadness in his death. Yoongi is deeply moved by how much he seems to care. But he can’t show it, because it embarrasses him.

He pulls his hands away.

“You’re a dreamer”, he murmurs, turning around to flee.

Taehyung follows him.

“Perhaps I am, but I genuinely believe that you have many bright days ahead of you.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi looks at the shelf with shy eyes, “let’s just look for the shackles.”

“Yes, we’ll look for them. And I hope you will think about what I said.”

“I won’t use it. At least not yet”, Yoongi whispers.

“Oh Yoongi”, Taehyung falls around his neck again, “this is great news.”

The latter wiggles out of the hug.

“Why do you keep hugging me?” he hisses with burning cheeks.

“Because I’m happy that you won’t give up yet.”

“So? Stop hugging me.”

Taehyung giggles and nudges Yoongi’s arm, “don’t lie, you like it.”

“No, I don’t. It’s weird.”

Taehyung grins, flustering Yoongi even more.

“Whatever”, he dismisses him, disappearing in the narrow corridor.

“I like this, Yoongi”, Taehyung follows him, “I feel like we made a lot of progress.”

“We made zero progress, except that you burned your hand.”

“I’m not talking about our search, but us.”

Yoongi halts and looks over his shoulder.

“I’m glad we made progress.”

“I’m still mad at you for drinking her blood.”

“I know, that is why I decided that I will stop it for a while.”

Yoongi scoffs, cocking his right eyebrow up in surprise.

“I can’t promise you that it will last forever because I truly love the intimacy of it, but for a while I won’t do it”, Taehyung says, making Yoongi turn.

“Why not forever?” he asks.

“Because it makes me happy. Yoongi, you should have been with us when it was still a thing between her and me. She didn’t feel a thing and was incredibly happy afterwards. We shared comfort that way.”

“Tch.”

“But you are right. It long stopped being what it was initially. I became greedy. When we started sharing our blood I only took a little, but ever since a few weeks, I took more than I should have. And I wanted to let Jimin feed from her as well, which I never should have allowed. I admit my fault.”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Do you know that he forced her to drink his blood?”

“Yes, she told me.”

“And what do you think of it?”

“I broke his nose, because I punched him way too hard.”

“Hah”, Yoongi scoffs, “good. I’d have done far worse.”

“I know.”

Yoongi studies his features.

“You’re bearable when you’re without him, brat”, he says, “why does he have to be with us?”

“Because he’s my best friend.”

“He’s an entitled bastard, that’s what he is. He thinks that he has a right to you.”

“Doesn’t everyone who loves someone think that way?”

“Being with someone you love isn’t a right, it’s a privilege. He should be happy that you put up with his shit and you should reconsider your own value.”

“What does that mean?”

“You deserve better. You know that, don’t you?”

“What are you insinuating?” Taehyung seems angry.

“Crying after sex isn’t normal, Taehyung. Feeling too scared to voice your opinion because he could scream at you isn’t either. Neither is making yourself as small as a mouse whenever he’s in the room.”

Taehyung stumbles back, back hitting the shelf. His eyes are widened yet glassy.

“It’s not like that anymore”, he whispers.

“Maybe, but we both know Jimin won’t ever better himself. Not even death was able change his ways.”

“He’s different now”, Taehyung insists.

“I hope you wake up one day. You’re a sweet man, terribly naïve at times, but at your core you are sweet”, Yoongi says, “Jimin shouldn’t be with us. I never liked that he was. He takes that sweetness from you.”

Taehyung blinks rapidly, seeming lost for words for just a moment. He is searching for his voice just long enough that Yoongi turns his shoulder to him to look for the shackles instead.

“So why did you allow Namjoon to live with us?” Taehyung finally throws back, “he’s far worse than Jimin ever was.”

Yoongi grinds his teeth, “because I had to make sure that he behaves and…and because he wasn’t always that way.”

“Neither was Jimin. Namjoon made him that way.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “touché”, he grumbles, turning his back to Taehyung.

“So you see? It all comes down to Namjoon”, Taehyung says, catching up with him in big steps.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, right brow cocked up in question.

“He made Jimin the way he is, he is threatening ___ and he is the reason why we are fighting.”

“The reason why we are fighting is your own recklessness, brat”, Yoongi throws back.

“Fine, very well. I must admit, it is also my own recklessness”, Taehyung says, lifting his finger in defeat.

Yoongi scoffs and clicks his tongue.

“But I am truthful. I won’t drink her blood anymore. And if she feels ready for it again, I promise you that I will do it as carefully as possible.”

“And if she won’t ever want it again?”

“Then I won’t do it. All I want is her safety.”

“I want her safety too.”

“Then we can agree on that. Her safety”, Taehyung says, offering Yoongi his hand to shake.

Yoongi eyes it. He takes a deep breath and takes Taehyung’s hand to shake it.

“Her safety”, he says.

“Yes. Her safety”, Taehyung agrees and squeezes his hand, “thank you, Yoongi. For listening to me and telling me how you feel.”

Yoongi studies his face, clicking his tongue in the end, “you can call me hyung”, he whispers.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, feeling his stomach flutter in happiness.

“I understand. Hyung”, he says and smiles brightly.

Yoongi retorts it groggily, pulling his hand back. He turns his attention to the shelf instead.

Taehyung watches him with a light heart. So now they are here. Right in the middle. Quite literally, as well as figuratively.

They have finally met in the middle.

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runicxraven · 1 month

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"And the trio sat all the way in the back of the library, whispering to another, instead of studying for their Potions quiz tomorrow. They burnt the midnight oil blowing through the latest Merlin comic"

I LOVE MY DORKY NERDS‼️

A sweet comm from @ivyvvii who captured the pure spirit of Everett, Marvin, and Samantha just being silly. They're so much closer now 🥹✨💙

Practically doing everything together

More love for Clopton and Miss Dale!!!!

Thank you so much to your beautiful art 💕

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #ravenclaw #hogwarts legacy mc #everett clopton #samantha dale

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tarirose · 1 year

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From Best Friends To Lovers

Garreth Weasley x Reader

I’m also taking requests for Sebastian and Garreth so I can get more into writing. So feel free to send me some requests :)

Based on this request: Flirty Garreth trying to get the MC’s attention and him hinting that he likes them. But MC thinks that it’s just his dorky self. Because he’s just clumsy! He even went as far as mentioning Amortentia, hoping it would perk up their attention. Garreth and MC are best friends, but he always tries to hide away to cover his blushing face whenever he tries to flirt, or there’s any kind of physical affection. Until he finally gets what he has been trying so hard to do. And things get a little heated.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Characters are aged up.

Thank you for requesting this! I absolutely love Garreth! Your message made me super happy and I’m glad you enjoyed my last one. I’m still super nervous I’m not very good. But I really appreciate your message, I tried my best, and it may have gone in a bit of a different direction. I also hope you are doing well 🥹

Also @thedarkjotun I can finally tag you 🥰 I’ll tag you in any others I do!

You were sat in the library, head buried in between a book you had been studying for hours. Garreth had told you about a new potion he wanted to try, he wouldn’t tell you exactly what it was, but he needed your help with the ingredients.

Of course, he himself had accompanied you. He was always by your side. You two were always seen together, always paired up in the classes you shared, always sat near each other in the Great Hall. As you were both in the same house, he would always walk with you back to the dorm. He would leave you little notes, telling you what he has found, if he found something you like, or something new he wanted you both to try.

Over the past years of your time at Hogwarts, you and Garreth had become relatively close to one another. You would consider him as your best friend. You piqued his interest from the moment you shared the same level of excitement in potions as him. He had started to develop feelings for you, and quickly became attached to you. You were kind, funny, smart and beautiful.

Garreth was sat beside you, finding any way he possibly can to entertain himself whilst you were trying to find out more about the type of ingredients he needed for this mysterious concoction. Throwing you little notes, poking at you, making stupid flirtatious jokes was his way of trying to express his true feelings towards you. But in your mind, this was just Garreth being the dork he is.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?… Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” He was terrible at this. It landed him a smack across the head with the book you were currently reading.

“Garreth, tell me why you would need Castor Oil and Gurdyroot? From what I’ve read about them, they’re used for love potions and stamina? Mind telling me the thought behind this?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed, as you were curious as to why he would possibly need them. There was also another ingredient, but that one you couldn’t find. Little did you know, it was a simple craving ingredient. Which would have the drinker taste of what they craved the most.

“Ah, can’t be telling you all my secrets now can I, Y/N? Garreth replied, a small smirk forming on his face, sending you a wink.

He had been trying for months, perhaps longer, trying to get your attention with things. Whether it was just simply getting your favourite sweets from Honeydukes. Giving you his robes if you were caught out in the rain. But you never took it as anything other than friendship.

It was getting late, the two of you had been in the library for what seemed like hours. There was a now comfortable silence between the two of you, you could feel your eyes getting heavier by the minute. Garreth took notice of this, he took the book from your hand, his hand ever so slightly brushing against yours. He quickly turned away to put the books back, trying his best to hide the embarrassment. His face turning as red as a tomato from the feel of your skin on his.

Garreth couldn’t sleep that night. He was wide awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking of you, thinking of your smile, your laugh, how beautiful you were. The man was in love, and you still hadn’t noticed. He has never felt this feeling before. Never been in love. Never been with someone. Before you came, he was alone. Yes he was popular, but more in a way where, he was only needed for laughs. You made him feel like he was wanted. He enjoyed your company, he loved how you had taken an interest in what he likes doing. He had to do something, anything that would indicate that he liked you.

The two of you made your way to the Great Hall for breakfast, he knew what you loved to eat, so he quickly filled your own plate up before his. A small smile forming on your face, it made his heart melt. He went to pour you some orange juice, but the thoughts in his head made him lose concentration on what he was doing-

“Garreth!” You spurted out, breaking out into a laughter that filled his ears and turned his attention to you and what he had done.

He had poured it all over you, your blouse was soaked and turning see through, your legs were left feeling sticky. The shock forming on his face, eyes wide open, realising what he has done, “Y/N, I am so sorry!”

Garreth was always, and had always been clumsy. He was always messing something up, blowing up his experimental potions, spilling stuff everywhere, setting off some kind of explosion. He always made a fool of himself, but you were never angry at him like most other students.

He noticed how see through your blouse was getting, and noticed you had nothing else to wear over it. He quickly removed his sweater and handed it to you. All whilst being careful and trying to hide the growth that was starting to appear in his pants.

He couldn’t help but stare at you wearing his clothes. You looked so cute, so perfect. A grin moulding onto his face, he quietly whispered in your ear, “It looks good on you.”

You returned the smile, “You’re just saying that” you gently gave him a slap on the arm, not understanding that he was generally complimenting you.

“No, you really do look good in my things.” He replied, taking your hand in his, he had to quickly turn away. The red-headed’s face was beginning to tinge that familiar rose colour he had become so accustomed to. Garreth felt like his heart was going to explode, was he really holding your hand under the table? Are you finally starting to take his hints?

You both had a free period, and what better way to spend it then brewing up some kind of potions, which you had no idea what they were, or what would happen. Of course, it was Garreth’s idea. You had shown him your Room Of Requirement back at the end of fifth year, so you two always had privacy. It was a haven for him, so many potion tables plotted about.

An explosion had begun to erupt, sparks flying everywhere around the room, foam and froth started pouring out of the cauldron, uncontrollably. You both had no idea what to do, but just stared at each other. Then all of a sudden, you were both covered in whatever was just in that pot. Smelling of ginger and oranges. You both just broke down in a complete fit of laughter.

“Well…. That went well.” You spoke up, completely baffled by what just happened.

“It went better than I expected!” He replied back.

“What was it you were expecting?”

“A fire, that’s what usually happens.” His reply made you giggle.

He always felt a sense of happiness knowing that he was the one to hear you giggle and laugh. It made his heart beat faster, and without thinking, he started to wipe you down, free of all the foam and froth that had covered you.

Garreth had always been a big flirt with you, but to his end, it never seemed to work. Was he just not very good at it? He was always complimenting you, at one point he straight up told you how beautiful you looked one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you walked down into the common room, your hair dangling down, night robe on. You made your way to the fireplace to keep warm, and opted for reading a love story you had found. Garreth was also awake, quietly sat in another corner of the room, reading about Amortenia. He looked up and gazed at you, watching you silently, admiring how you looked. But you didn’t acknowledge he was there. Until he accidentally made a noise. He froze in place, you were staring straight at him, slightly embarrassed that he saw you like this.

“Oh! Garreth! I-I didn’t know you were there, what are you doing?” You said, trying to cover yourself up, as your nightrobe was a bit revealing and short.

He didn’t know what to say. He was taken back, he just glared right through you. Never taking his eyes off you.

You shifted in your seat, trying to look away and avoid this intense situation. “Garreth-“

“You look beautiful.” Is all he could say. His gaze was soon cut off by a pillow flying into his face. Now he had a reason to hide behind it. What did he just do? Had he ruined anything you had by telling you that? Why did he feel so shy whenever he made any kind of flirtatious interaction with you?

You made your way over to him, leaning over to see what he was reading.

“A love potion? Garreth! I didn’t take you as a romantic person.”

“I can be, with the right person.” He sent you a playful wink, then hiding back behind his book as a blush was appearing over his face, his ears beginning to heat up.

“I was wondering about it actually, to satisfy your curiosity, little miss nosey.” He peaked up, shoving a finger into your cheek.

You scooted your way next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, his body radiating heat onto you.

“What’s got you wondering about it? I heard it creates an obsession with whoever drinks it, and that each smell is different to what attracts you.”

“Correct.” He shyly responded, “It made me curious as to what I would smell, would it be what I really desired and desperately want?”

His face was mere inches away from yours, and you could feel his eyes melting into yours.

You both felt nervous, but in your mind, that was normal for Garreth. He was just playful. But to Garreth, it was more than the friendship you had cherished. All he wanted to do was lean into you, pull you close to him, feel your lips on his. But every time, he would shy away. Him being the idiot he was, instead of just telling you how he felt, he just pulled out the worst thing he could think of. “This might be cheesy, but you’re grate.”

He instantly recoiled, feeling ridiculous. But to his surprise, you let out a laugh, hitting him with another pillow to the face. “You’re absurd Garreth” your hands suddenly touching his face. You could feel his face heating up from your touch. He began leaning in to your touch, eyes closed. You moved your hands to his sides, he was extremely ticklish. You had him rolling around on the couch, and the pair of you fell to the floor, breaking out in laugher.

A moment of silence passed, and he was quick to see the position you were in. Lying trapped under his grip, his hands around your wrists. His face turned as red as his hair.

“Oh! Y/N, I am so sorry!!” He rushed to get himself up off you, not wanting to cause anymore embarrassment. He held his hand out for you to grab and get back on your feet.

You took his hand in yours, it was sweaty to grip, which suddenly made you topple back to the ground. But before your body could hit the cold floor, his hands were around your waist, and he pulled you back to your feet.

You tugged him into an embrace. Throwing your hands around his neck, his hands pulling you closer to him. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a sign. I guess this was the closest he would get to you.

You freed yourself from him and his grip, planting a kiss to his cheek, “Goodnight, Garreth Weasley.” You said to him, with a slight flirt to your tone.

His thoughts on that night were interrupted by the feel of bubbles being thrown into his face. He had completely forgot that he was currently with you, brewing failed potions. Now was his time, he wanted to kiss you.

You were so close to him in this moment. He took his chance. He grabbed your face, planted his lips on yours, but he swiftly pulled away. “That was stupid of me, I don’t know why I did that. We’re friends. I shouldn’t of assu-“

He was immediately cut off, by you throwing your arms around his neck, kissing him again, but only this time, deeper, more intense. He pulled you closer to him, holding you tight. Slipping one of his hands through your hair, one kept on your waist. He had waited years for this, he never wanted to let you go. He began to push his tongue into your mouth, your own licking around his, sending twisting motions as you both flicked around each other’s mouth.

You gently pulled back and broke his kiss. He was a worried mess. Did he push you away? We’re you going to tell him how wrong it felt?

You felt a tingly sensation roaming through you. You never realised before just how attractive he really was. His curly ginger locks, falling over his face. His green emerald eyes, you now found them stunning. It all came to you. All those times he had given you his clothes and let you keep them for the night. You remembered how they would always smell of him, and how you always kept them close to you. He had feelings for you. And only now, have you come to senses that everything he did, was to get your attention.

“Garreth, I never knew”

He let out a low laugh, “I thought I tried enough to show you, but obviously I wasn’t very good at showing it.” He sounded let down.

You took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with each other, and led him over to one of the couches you had conjured in the past. “Tell me everything. I want to know.”

He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re beautiful Y/N. I’ve waited so long for you to notice, and I would of carried on waiting however long it would of took. I have wanted this for so long.” His hand reaches for your face, cupping your cheek.

“So that’s why you were reading about Amortenia.” Sending a playful smile his way.

Garreth returning the playful exchange with a seductive wink, “I could of used it on you, made you as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

You sent a playful smack his way. Once again pulling his body to yours and crashing your lips on his. He desperately increased the kiss, hungrily moving against you. You pulling at his robes. He pushed you back against the couch, tossing his body over yours. This time, not afraid to hide how he feels. He kisses you again, with so much love, it was sweet and gentle. He was compassionate, he wanted this to be right. Not rushed. He wanted to take his time. Make sure it felt right.

He moved his lips to your neck, your hands gripping into his curls. He could feel himself getting hard, just the touch of you on him sent him wild. He went back and fourth from your lips, to your jaw, your neck. Each time you let out a small moan. Your hands moved from his hair, to the back of his neck, pulling his body closer to you, closing the gap between you. He completely melted at the touch of you.

His free hand gracefully starting to make its way over your body, shyly making its way under your blouse, caressing every part of you. Moans becoming gradually louder and more frequent from your mouth, straight into his ear. It overwhelmed him, he was sweating out in nerves.

Your bodies heavily pressed together, moving against one another in a rhythm, one of his legs pressed tight in between your thighs. Which meant you could grind your hips around him. Your free hand roamed and explored his body, feeling his tense chest through his clothes. Your hands lowered and lingered around the bulge of his pants. Slowly starting to stroke it, waiting for his response.

He sank his head into the crook of your neck, letting out moans from your touch right into your ear. Your hand carrying on, slowly stroking the base of him, trying to remove his belt. He swiftly lifted himself up, looking you directly in your eyes.

“I-I’ve never done this before..” He admitted, feeling embarrassed that this was his first time.

“Don’t worry Garreth. Me too. But I want you.” You whispered into his ear.

“I want you too sweetheart. I really do.”

And that was all he needed to hear. His nerves slowly fading away. Removing your clothes, then removing his own. He was left stunned, looking down at you, taking in the view left under him.

Both of you exploring each other bodies, hands roaming over places he had only dreamed of before. Feeling every inch of each other’s skin. He wanted more. It wasn’t enough. Both of you were screaming for more.

He placed himself between your legs, right at your entrance and gently pushed himself into you. A sweet moan escaping your mouth, a sign of pleasure that he seemed to enjoy.

He took his time, gradually and slowly inserting his full self into you.

Once fully in, Garreth breathed straight into your neck. He started to thrust more and more, it was sloppy and clumsy. But it didn’t matter, you both had never done this before. You wanted him to enjoy it, and it was a celestial feeling. Each hit sent you into a sensation you both had never felt before. It had you arching your back, breathing heavily.

He started to pound faster, more rough, quickening up his pace as you could feel a tension flowing throughout your body. A wave of pleasure and emotion rushing over both of your bodies. Both of you shaking with pleasure and excitement. Sweat pouring from his curly red hair, dripping onto your face. He pulled out, catching his breathe as he pulled you back into his arms. One hand running through your hair, the other rubbing circles onto your back. You rested your head on his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating.

Garreth kissed your forehead, never wanting to let go of you. He finally had you. And things were about to change between the two of you.

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