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Malcolm Robinson - Tales From The Spoony Bard / Hymn Of The Crystals | Mana Wave | 2023 | "Tales From The Spoony Bard" Green, White & Orange Tricolor | /500

Arrangements of music from Final Fantasy IV

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Garfula time

type of shit ive been on!!!!

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# - jay & mana!

@thegreenswillcome || texting aka the crux of rp ( cell phone headcanons prompt. )

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: lover boy

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: preferably one of VOYAGE’s songs since jay is a musician, but i like to also give concrete examples, so if it can’t be that, then this song ( the lyrics reminded me something jay might say...also i’m in a p*ersona mood as well :’D )

- my muse’s last text to your muse: “since you’ve been so nosy about my love life, let’s talk about yours now” “who’s the barista” “don’t worry i won’t make a move even though we all know you and calum are in a very ardent love affair at the moment”

[raijinhasverybigpecs]

something about getting more healing from lifesteal than healing abilities feels like salt in the wound

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: ...

Leona: *has been "subtly" observing them*

MC: ...

Falena's wife: ...

Falena's wife: Back to our discussion.

MC: Yes. You're hoping that I would be of help to His Majesty now that his health is deteriorating.

Falena's wife: Yes. Would it be possible for you to extend his life?

MC: There are factors that we need to consider. Does he still want to rule this country?

Falena's wife: No. He wants to live longer so he would be able to witness Cheka and Liora grow up into fine princes, and your second child to be born.

MC: Hmm. I could strengthen his heart, however... He likes to eat things that aren't good for him.

Falena's wife: *chuckles* We could just instruct Kifaj to be strict on him.

MC: In that case, I will start on the treatment.

MC: How are you feeling, Your Majesty?

The king: I'm feeling great. *chuckles* I think I could yell better on Kifaj now.

Kifaj: And I will do better to ignore you if needed.

The king: Anyway, is it true there will be a second-born?

MC: It will not until two years, Your Majesty.

The king: Oh. It takes that long?

MC: Yes.

The king: Oh. I see. How come? Isn't pregnancy supposed to be nine months?

MC: It's different with transcendentals, Your Majesty.

The king: *sigh* Well then, I guess I have to wait that long.

The king: I wish it's a girl this time so the Kingscholar will have their little princess.

MC: ...

MC: A princess it is.

The king and Kifaj: ...

The king: That's wonderful! Kifaj! Buy everything that will suit our baby princess!

Kifaj: Yes, Your Majesty!

MC: Again, the baby will not be born until two years.

The king: That is fine! Knowing that it will be a princess is enough!

Leona: *staring sternly at them from behind*

MC: *carrying Liora*

Baby Liora: *seems curious why his father is staring*

MC: What is it, Leona?

Leona: *walks and moves in front of them* The request you've been trying to delay.

MC: ...

MC: Sharing your mana to me is out of the question.

Leona: Tch. But I want to help you and I don't want to see not waking up for days again.

MC: ...

MC: How long will you try to insist on this?

Leona: I don't know. Maybe until you give me an alternative?

MC: ...

MC: I could give you one, but it would cost you a great inconvenience.

Leona: What is it?

MC: Cater our daughter for me.

Leona: ...

Leona: How?

MC: Like how I catered Liora. I will transfer the seed in your heart.

MC: You must keep your emotions stable.

Leona: Alright. I can do that.

MC: ...

MC: Alright. Come closer.

Leona: Yes- Mmp!

MC: *pulls themselves away* Give her back to me after two years. The same way that I did just now.

Leona: *blushing* That's a kiss you-

MC: I wouldn't call it as such. Now leave and stop bothering me for today.

Baby Liora: *waves at his father*

Leona: ...

Ruggie: *almost got choked on his food*

Ruggie: *then laughs*

Leona: *frowns at him*

Ruggie: That's a lot of trust, man. To think that MC allowed you to take care of your daughter.

Leona: Yes. But in the end, they're still the one who's going to birth it.

Ruggie: Though, are you sure you're up for the job? Two years is quite a long time, you know?

Leona: Yes. What do you take me for?

Ruggie: Impatient, easily annoyed-

Leona: *glares at him*

Ruggie: That. That's what I'm talking about. MC has always been cool-headed that's why Prince Liora has no complications and they carried him for three and a half-years.

Ruggie: I wonder how you are going to manage that.

Leona: It's my future daughter we're talking about here, Ruggie. I will do everything for her.

Ruggie: Okay. Why don't we start first by you eating vegetables?

Leona: *scowls*

Ruggie: It's for the baby princess. *amused by his expression*

Falena: I'm glad you have entrusted the development process to Leona.

MC: He wanted to help so I let him.

Falena: *happy sigh* I could already imagine what my niece would be like. *chuckles* *is imagining a snobbish baby and will frown at the sight of anyone*

MC: *knows what he's thinking and couldn't agree more*

[shootingstarwritings]

Body Surfing Lesson

“’Body surfing,’ is an important skill to learn as fledgling body possessors,” Gerald spoke to the hidden camera, putting on his teacher persona as best he could considering the ciscumstances. “Normally, it takes a lot of mana for us to take over other people, but the body surfing technique involves taking over multiple people over the course of a single day, using their own mana as a sort of ‘surfboard,’ to ride the waves of mana that flow inside of us all.” He inwardly cringed as he spoke, his current body very clearly unfitting for his lesson.

Gerald had no idea who had come up with such awful terminology, but it was far too late to change that. The small yet tight-knit community the possessors in the area had formed needed to have a sense of unity. Too much innocent blood had been shed for shame to hold Gerald back. ‘Far too many of you have been lost for me to get cold feet now,’ he thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he continued his explanation for the future viewers.

“I’ve already spent quite a lot of my own mana to possess this young man,” Gerald forced his host to say. What was his name again…? He focused, face visibly tightening before his eyes widened in realization. “Jerry! Huh, it’s so close to my name.” He winced and made a mental note to himself to delete that part of the video. “It was difficult, y’know,” he said, pacing around in Jerry’s underwear with very little shame. He couldn’t help but strut, already enjoying the tight muscle in this youthful form. “I had to float into his cute little butt to take him over.”

Gerald grinned and slapped Jerry’s butt, enjoying the slight jiggling. He thought back earlier today as he launched into a story of how he had taken Jerry over for his class.

Gerald’s misty form had crawled through the apartment building’s pipes, searching for a nice and hot host that would catch people’s eyes while he tried to educate them. Then, he found Jerry exiting the shower and clad in just a pair of new-age briefs. Gerald stared at it in confusion, unsure if this is really what the young ones were really wearing. ‘Am I getting old?’ Gerald had briefly mused before launching himself towards Jerry’s ass.

“AH! Woah, ahhh…!” Jerry collapsed on his stomach, ass facing the ceiling as Gerald’s essence took him over. “Ah, pl-please… help…!” gasped Jerry, his hips thrusting on their own as he lost consciousness.

“Mmm, nice…” Gerald muttered as he sat up. He rubbed his stomach and then his bare, youthful legs. “It’s been a while since I was someone so young. And so hairless,” he chuckled.

“And that’s what happened,” he finished for his class. “It was lucky that this young man enjoys filming so much. Now I’ve got a nice and high-quality camera for this lesson rather than some janky phone.” It truly had been serendipity for him. Gerald giggled as he sat cross-legged in front of the camera, enjoying just how his borrowed form felt so exposed and yet so confident in his near-nudity. “So, I’ve got a dilemma. I want to move on and yet I’m pretty much exhausted my mana supplies—the essence of the soul. Say I even got into the trouble and I have to evacuate for whatever reason. What could I do in this situation?”

Gerald waited a quick second before continuing, “If you don’t know, that’s fine. This technique’s quite advanced. Not even some of our more veteran community members have even mastered it. Yours truly, however,” Gerald paused to place a hand on his chest, making sure to lightly tweak a nipple, “is well-versed enough in the arts to enlighten you.”

It wasn’t a secret nor difficult to figure out the theoretical part, but it was a challenge to divert the flow of energy instead of letting it be lost to entropy. It was similar to having a rush of anger and trying to convert the energy of that anger to something productive. In other words, it was turning anger to passion, turning sadness to compassion, and turning joy to kindness. The emotion behind it was just as important, if not more so, than the actual intention. 

‘Easier said than done,’ Gerald thought. ‘Honestly, I’d have to do a one-on-one with all of these new possessors for them to even get proficient at it. However, just imparting the knowledge would be enough… for now, at least.’

“Now, I have invited my host’s friend to come over soon. Before he arrives, I’m going to start masturbating my host’s body and preparing my mana.” One of the ways that mana flowed was through bodily fluids, with semen being one of the most potent ones. The emotions surrounding a climax allows a large flow of magic to surge through and even be present in the semen that one shoots at that moment of peak pleasure. “I won’t use my own mana,” summarized Gerald, “but instead use this young man’s mana from his own climax to possess his friend, Mike.”

Gerald was about to continue, but bit his lower lip as he heard the faintest knock from the front door. Then, Mike’s voice called out to be let in.

Grinning, Gerald placed a finger to his lips and winked at the camera. “Let the show begin.” It wasn’t difficult to begin jacking off in this youth’s body. Even stroke felt like a lightning strike and even gasp was just fuel to Gerald’s fiery lust--now reborn in this young vessel… for the time.

“C-C’mon in,” Gerald forced Jerry to say. He had left the apartment’s front door unlocked on purpose. With any luck, Mike would get curious and explore the lustful noises straight to Jerry’s room. “Door’s unlocked.” Everything was falling into place. Gerald had seen a few pictures of Mike. He was a cute ginger with a good body that used to play hockey in high school. Though his sports days were behind him, Mike still regularly went to the gym to keep a nice form. “Mmm…!” The thought of taking over another young hunk, one with fiery curly hair that was so much like his own during his teenage years, almost made Gerald cum on the spot.

“Hurry up…!” Gerald hissed. Just how much more did his thick cock need to finally cum. It was such a tease--to be on the verge of cumming but not getting there quite yet. “You stupid fucking himbo, fucking cum already!” Although he was on the verge of running out of time, Gerald couldn’t help but find the verbal abuse arousing as well. “Cum for me, boy. Lemme feel that stallion cock of yours burst all over your hairless, himbo body…”

“Jerry? That you? What’re you doing…?” Gerald could hear Mike’s approaching footfalls, and that only made the whole situation more erotic. Before losing his body, Mike would see his best friend cum all over himself like a shameless exhibitionist. And then, Gerald would do the same thing to Mike. Forget the class or keeping the peace, Gerald could only think of hopping between men and turning each of them into cum-obsessed cocksuckers.

“Hrrngh! Oh god…!” 

Yes… it was approaching. All Gerald needed to really turn this body on as he cranked the cock was a bit of foreplay. His core was beginning to tense, and he could feel himself rush past the point of no return.

Right at the precise moment, the door opened. “Jerry, what the fuck?!” Mike cried out as he saw his best friend beating his meat without a lick of shame.

Grining, Gerald forced Jerry to shout, “I’m fucking cumming…!” as torrents of cum shot high into the air in Mike’s direction.

‘Now, give me your body, boy.’

Riding that climatic wave, Gerald used the large pool mana that Jerry’s young body was shooting to propel his soul forward. Even though all of his own energy was spent, he felt rejuvenated, as though he was 20 years younger, as Jerry came. However, just like a normal wave crashing into the sea, it would not last forever. The energy could not be stored, only spent in that very moment; but that small burst in power was all Gerald needed as he dove into Mike’s body.

“Oomph!” Mike huffed as the force of Gerald diving into his body was enough to knock him off balance. He fell backwards and hit the ground, body convulsing as an invisible, unknowable force began to take him over. “Wh-What the fuck…?!” was all he could say as a cold and numb sensation spread from the tips of his fingers and toes into his core. “H-Help… ohh… please don’t…” Mike reached a trembling arm towards the doorknob, his fingers twitching as they tried to find anything to grab onto.

By the time Mike’s fingers gripped the brass knob, Gerald was already in control. “Mmm… delicious.” Something that Gerald noticed from certain bodies was that they somehow had some kind of spiritual ‘flavor.’ Mike reminded him of strawberries in a shortcake somehow. He licked his lips and chuckled at the light bristle of Mike’s bushy and manly beard. “Trying to be a real man, boy?”

Gerald forced Mike to sit up and then lie on his stomach. “Just a young man trying to be a big boy,” he chuckled as he positioned Mike’s ass high in the air, wiggling his hips the whole time. “But then a real man like Gerald took over my body. All with my best friend’s spunk as a springboard. God, what kinda friend--what kinda man--am I for letting that happen?”

A horrible idea suddenly crossed Gerald’s mind. Crawling back into Jerry’s room, Gerald opened Mike’s mouth and began to suck the remaining cum off of Jerry’s still twitching cock. “God, Mike, you’re so virile. I’m so glad you’re this cumslut’s friend,” said Gerald. Then he realized that he was still supposed to be explaining a lesson. 

Grabbing the camera, Gerald focused it on Mike’s face and began to speak. “Well, did you see that? I was all out of mana, but masturbating with a man’s other body, I was able to use his energy to possess this hunk of meat.” To illustrate his point, Gerald stripped most of Mike’s clothes until he was down to his boxer briefs. “See? And--” he stopped as he heard the front door open.

“Jerry? You home? What’d I tell you about leaving the front door unlocked?”

Jerry’s father. A tall and broad-shouldered man that, from what Gerald could tell from Jerry’s memory, wasn’t particularly fond of Mike due to his… ‘lifestyle.’ Was it due to something repressed? Mike certainly seemed to think so, but Gerald couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation. Taking a look around and seeing the scene before him, Gerald began to internally panic--twisting Mike’s generally nonchalant expression into a stressed grimace.

‘Shit. His son’s unconscious, covered in cum,  and his best friend’s stripped down to his underwear.  If I saw this scene I’d think Mike was trying to date-rape my son! Don’t think I’ll be able to simply laugh off this little excursion. But… the only way to get out of this would be…’

Gerald had never attempted a double possession, with or without an explosive orgasm catapult. Was it a good thing that the camera was still recording? He wasn’t sure anymore. To be frank, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Loud, boisterous footfalls continued to ring in his ears.

Even in times of danger, Gerald knew he could rely on his libido to get him out. Throwing Mike’s underwear away, no longer caring about maintaining any sense of professionalism, Gerald got to work. Using what was left of Jerry’s cum as makeshift lube, he began to explore Mike’s tasty body with horned-up haste.

“The hell’s that, Jerry? Got a girl over?” Jerry’s father called out again. Gerald couldn’t help but giggle in-betweens his moans. If only he knew.

Mike’s gruff voice contrasted so wonderfully with his high-pitched and needy groans. His back arched and his toes curled as Gerald continued to beat his dick. The other hand freely explored the nice pelt of orange hair that coated Mike’s body.

‘What I wouldn’t give to just have a day with this guy,’ thought Gerald. A few tweeks of the nipples and he could already feel an orgasm building up. Just a few more minute and vigorous strokes and he’d be home free. “C’mon, cum for me…! Just a bit more.”

Jerry’s door flew open for the second time that day, and this time Jerry’s father roared in horror at the scene before him. “MIKE! What the fuck are you doing?! Jerry?!”

‘An audience,’ Gerald thought, smirking at the older man. ‘And not a bad looker either.’

“Hey, daddy-o,” Gerald forced Mike to say. He thrust into his grip, gyrating his hips as though to show off what his body could do to Jerry’s father. “Like the show? Have a seat, I can do so much for you if you want. I don’t mind some audience participation.” To emphasize his own point, Gerald raised a hand with a bit of pre-cum and slowly licked it off--savoring the sweet flavor.

Jerry’s father, mouth slightly agape and expression somewhere between horror and arousal, just stared at Gerald abusing Mike’s body. “Y-You’re sick,” he finally said, eyes glued to Mike’s swinging cock as it twitched. “What did you do to Jerry…?”

“Same thing I’m gonna do to you, daddy!” Gerald cried out in glee as Mike’s abused cock shot the first few rounds of semen. He bit his bottom lip, moans just barely muffled, as Mike’s hips naturally thrust with each shot. As the orgasm reached its end, Mike’s body began to tremble and grow limp as Gerald shot himself out. He rushed through the air and quickly dove right into Jerry’s father through his large chest.

“Hurugh! Ohh, what the fuck…?!” Unlike Mike, Jerry’s father remained standing even after Gerald dive bombed into his chest. However, despite his stronger will, he was unable to stop the tidal wave that crashed over his body. His broad arms gripped the door frame for support as his knees bent from the pressure. 

The invasive presence washed over him, filling him up slowly. It wasn’t unlike the first time his ex-wife had pegged him. The fear that came from being filled for the first time was matched only by the pleasure that followed. Just the thought of that night made his cargo shorts tighten. He knew that he should’ve been afraid and even outraged, but his body betrayed him in favor of the invasive presence. “M-More, please fuck me more…!” he whispered as his grip on the door frame tightened. Sweat dripped from his body as his soul let the tides carry him to a blissful and erotic rest.

“And that class,” Gerald forced his host to say, “is how you use your host to your advantage. Now, this is a more advanced technique, so don’t worry if you find it tricky at first.” Bill, Jerry’s father, was far more comfortable to Gerald than Jerry or Mike. The beefy look and authoritative voice also helped Gerald really get into the persona of a professor. It was like putting on a custom before getting into character. “But, as you can see from my improvised lesson plan, it’s possible to even chain multiple possessions in just one day! Really beats having to wait for the refractory period to end, huh?” He chuckled in Bill’s deep baritone, hands on his stomach as he felt Bill’s stolen body jiggle and quake with life. This was more like it.

And with the lesson done, Gerald now had plenty of time on his own to get familiar with Bill. Maybe Jerry and Mike would like to get involved as well…

[faerunnn]

Loss

(Gif found Here! )

I really am an angsty bitch and im so sorry for this.

Warnings: DEATH.

Astarion x FemReader

Wordcount: 2382

This was it. Probably the most important fight in Astarions life. You had been mentally preparing for this moment for weeks now. But nothing could truly prepare you for what you were about to face. A vampire lord, spawn, werewolves. This was not going to be easy, but you had to win. You have to kill him. For Astarion. He deserved to be free, truly free. At last.

You hid behind a big pillar in the vampire lord's lair, while you saw Shadowheart and Karlach team up on him. If you were agile enough you’d be able to sneak past the last couple of bats to free Astarion from the spell's grasp. You saw Shadowheart send out a bright blast of Guiding bolt and you decided to make a run for it. Daggers at hand, you slashed through the cloud of bats that stood in between you and Astarion. Their claws and teeth scratching your skin as they clung on your armor. You had to act quick, they couldn't distract him forever. You managed after a little struggle to kill them all as you continued to run. You reached Astarion, floating in the air, an aura of red, demonic energy surrounding him. You quickly reached for his hands, pulling him down slowly. He fell into you as he woke from the trance of the curse.

‘’Thank you.’’ he whispered as he gave you a quick look of sincere worry. He knew he couldn't linger on. There was too much at stake. You gave him a small smile as you both got up and turned your attention back to Cazador. Karlach was slashing her way through the werewolves whilst Shadowheart was battling bats and skeletons coming at her from every possible angle. From the corner of your eye you saw Astarion run towards a moving shadow, Cazador. You wanted to follow him but Shadowheart was visibly struggling to stay alive while being picked at. You run to her side and with your dagger ready you slit your way through one row or bats, creating a little more room to move and breathe. But it didn't end there. This was truly only the beginning. More bats being summoned every now and then, it seemed as if the waves were never going to end. 

You and shadowheart barely managed, but with the noticeable scratches, cuts and bruises you managed off most bats and skeletons. You ran toward Karlach who was raging like she never had before. Dead werewolves at her feet. Shadowheart went to assist with Cazador. You turned your head for one second but heard a blood curdling scream come from Karlach who was inevitably bitten by a wolf. Her body knocked unconscious instantly. The wolf put his gaze on you as he ran your way. You threw one of your daggers at its head and tried to out maneuver the beast. Which was a much more difficult task than you had anticipated for a creature its size. You saw your blade land on its shoulder as the beast fell forward. You fired an eldritch blast at it and saw its eyes roll back into his head. Karlach had already done most of the damage it seems. You quickly went to retreat your blade and leaped toward Cazador.

You flanked in between astarion and Shadowheart but with his form constantly fading into shadows and moving around the room he made it very difficult to actually hit him. Sweat ran from your forehead into your brows and slowly passed your temples onto your cheeks as you tried to figure out what the best tactic would be to hit this monster. He obviously was sensitive to light spells, any spell that dealt radiant damage. But unfortunately for you, you didn't have any. No scrolls, to spells, nothing. The only one was Shadowheart, and you could see she was also slowly starting to lose her balance. You were starting to really panic now, sure you could keep slashing and beating into him when he wasn't in his ghostly form, but that would take a very long time. Time you didn't have. He was going to beat you all to pulp and use you in his ritual, if you didnt come up with a quick solution. Shadowheart managed to land a great hit with her guiding bolt and you saw Cazador stumble back for a moment. He was slowly getting weaker. But he immediately threw a counter spell to Shadowheart, putting her unconscious on the floor. You screamed her name as you heard her slowly groan. She was not going to be able to get up. Her and Karlach needed healing. But you were not able to provide it to them. Not right now. 

You turned your head back and grit your teeth as a new found anger started brewing inside you. But then Cazador stopped attacking. Stopped defending. He just stood there. You were about to try again to blast him off the edge of the platform when he suddenly spoke up, only looking at Astarion. 

‘’So, this is how you treat your family?’’ he said, his tone calm but so deeply unsettling at the same time. You didn't dare to intervene. You looked at Astartion, blood covering his body, small cuts and bruises, similar to your own covering his torso and face. 

‘’You are no family. Fuck you. And fuck everything you’ve ever done to me.’’ Astarion said. His anger is visible in every fiber of his being. 

‘’You dare to stand here before me? After abandoning us all? You should be begging for our forgiveness.’’ Cazador spoke, venom on his tongue.

‘’Forgiveness? You never forgave me for anything. Every mistake, every slip was punished.’’ Astarion said.

‘’I strive for perfection in all things, even those as imperfect as you.’’ Cazador spoke. You thought you were going to explode with rage. But you kept your mouth shut, this was not about you. This was not your fight, not really. But then Cazador turned to you. Bright red eyes fixated on your frame. ‘’You even brought along a snack. You always knew to bring back the pretty ones.’’ 

Your eyes widened, your body suddenly unable to move a muscle. But yet you stood up straight and walked over to Cazador. You were not in control anymore, he was doing this. Making your body bent to his will. You whimpered as you tried to fight it, urged your muscles to take back control but to no avail. Soon enough you stood right in front of him. 

‘’Don't you dare lay even a single finger on her!’’ Astarion shouted. 

‘’Oh?’’ Cazador spoke. He never broke eye contact with you. ‘’This is a special one? I always knew you to be gullible, but this? This really surprises me. You didn't believe anyone could actually care about you, did you? To see anything but a monster when looking at your face? You continue to disappoint me, even after everything I have done for you.’’ 

Astarion was unable to speak, Cazador got into his head. At the moment he felt most vulnerable, while he was playing with someone who was so valuable to him. He started doubting himself. What if what he said was true? For 200 years no one had ever really cared about him. Why would you? After all this time? Why would you care about him now? What made you see him differently than everyone else had? There was no logical answer to the questions. But he could feel your love. He could see it in your eyes. He could feel it in your touch. Yes you had both at one point briefly discussed it. But it was all so new, such unexplored territory. He did seduce you into a tactical alliance, who's to say you didn't do the same to him? Was it all a lie? For protection? For enjoyment, pure entertainment? Tears started piling up in the corners of his eyes. It can't be true. You wouldn't do that to him, right? Right? 

‘’Silly boy, of course she was only playing with your cold, dead heart.’’ Cazador spoke. Venom lingering in his tone as he pulled out a dagger. Your eyes grew wide, panic rushing all over your body. Still trying so hard to fight his control, his power. But you were unable. You wanted to scream at Astarion how much you cared for him. How much you loved him. You had never spoken it aloud, scared he might not feel the same way. But you didn't care anymore. You wanted to hold the boy in your arms for eternity, if he let you. Tell him how much he meant to you, how much you loved him every day for the rest of your lives. He was everything. You wanted to tell him about the lives you were going to live after this was all over, about how no matter his condition, you would follow. Stay by his side no matter what. That one day, you’d be both sitting in bed, reading books. Talking about sweet nothings, spending an eternity indulging in each other in every way he would allow you to. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you saw Astarions defeated, slouching frame try to gather himself to finish Cazador off for good. But he was distracted, Cazador got into his head. As you saw him look up once again whilst you tried to tell him the three magical words, hoping it would suffice for now. That he would believe you. That he would realize Cazador was lying. But it was too late, as you suddenly felt a cold, piercing presence in your torso. Breath caught in your throat. You gasped for air quickly as Cazadors' hold on your body faltered. You dropped to the floor. The dagger sheathed steadily in your chest. You panicked as you tried to pull it out, causing your blood to splurge all over the floor and the rest of your body. 

‘’NO!’’ Astarion shouted, all doubt suddenly leaving his mind, as he saw your frame fall to the floor, covered in now your own blood. He felt rage. Unlike any he ever felt, he turned to Cazador as he was admiring his work on your body, he ran a stake through his chest, not even wanting to torture him any longer he turned his body around, as he saw the life slip from his old masters eyes. He grabbed his body and threw it off the platform. It dropped hundreds of feet down into the darkness, where he would forever remain. Astarion would make sure of that.

He quickly turned his attention back to you. Rushing over to your side. Hoping that for some sort of miracle you would be okay. That you were able to block it or used some form of magic. That you would tell him everything was going to be okay. That you would be okay. He cradled your frame into his arms to check how bad it was. How much damage the knife had done.

But it was too late. The light in your eyes was gone. As your body went limp and cold. Your eyes dull and lifeless rather than the immense brightness they carried every day. Your limbs are lifeless and cold rather than the comforting warmth that flowed through your veins. He was too late. There was nothing he could do. You were gone. 

He had served vengeance to his master, at the cost of your life. He was free, but felt a grief so deep, one he had never felt before. Of course he wanted freedom, but he did it for you too. So he could give you two a fair shot. A fair chance of freedom. A fair chance of love. A future together. It all slipped through his fingers like snow before the sun. He held your body close as tears flowed freely. His cries are loud and unstoppable. He lost you, forever. He didn't even notice the group of gurr come into the room. They quickly took in the scene and helped heal up Karlach and Shadowheart. They both quickly rushed to his side. Your body is still wrapped in his arms. 

He wasn't even able to tell you how much he loved you. He let Cazador in. He let him doubt you, your intentions with him. Of course you were sincere. There should never even have been a smidge of doubt. You had been honest with him from the beginning. Been by his side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient, you cared. You trusted him when that was an objectively stupid thing to do. He felt safe with you. Seen. He had a future planned with you. You were everything. Yes, he was free. But the only way he wanted to spend that freedom was with you by his side. 

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. But he didn't care. He was not going to let her go. Shadowheart took a look at her body, tears staining her cheeks, but it really was too late. She couldn’t heal her. There was no spell for revival anymore. There truly was nothing else they could do. All they could do was grief. Continue your legacy. Remember you in everything they ever did. Every tear of laugh shared. All for you. 

As time went on, long after defeating the Elder Brain and freeing Baldur's Gate, wounds started to heal within the party. Except for Astarion. He would visit your grave often. Telling you about the things he had done that day now that he was free. How annoying Gale still was. How Karlach and Shadowheart and Wyll had found new passions in life. How Jaheira and Minsc still were fighting crime together. How much he missed you, how sorry he still was. He would pluck or buy flowers and decorate your grave as often as he could. Sitting in the cold for hours. He didn't care. He promised he would never leave your side. 

As he stood up and tidied the beautiful flowers, he looked over at the grave next to yours. Brushing off the leaves from the tombstone, he read his own name. A promise is a promise.

[mako-neexu]

im not an expert about serie but what makes frieren, as a mage, terrifying to me is the fact that she is what flamme said.

a mage of a peaceful era.

she said that neither serie nor her can ever hope to defeat the demon king. the literal monster far stronger than any of their kind that brought terror to every human breathing across the land. maybe serie could if she took on a quest like that, but she's ultimately a warmonger. a mage who cannot imagine a life without battle.

in the story's stance of magic, its a simple thing as shown in the exam arc: "Magic is the world of visual imagination."

for serie, the living grimoire whose view on magic is simply to kill, for flamme, the celebrated human mage living in an era where magic is only beginning to be accepted by humans and where demons overpowered humans and elves alike, they can't imagine a world of peace.

for frieren, however, her views on magic is that it should be free. freedom means being able to imagine endless possibilities using your mana and skills whether youre a novice or not. freedom is using the very nature around you to your advantage. freedom to imagine breaking a barrier said to be created by one of the most powerful mages in history, freedom to create a spell using her knowledge and will, freedom to shatter the impossibility and turn it into something possible and inspire those around you.

a peaceful era is possible. its within reach as long as you are able to visualize and make those visions come true. that's why frieren was able to defeat the demon king alongside himmel, heiter, and eisen. serie was limited with the view to kill while frieren wasn't hindered by that or anything because she loved magic. simply by letting a mage be free with their imagination and creativity can make waves across the world in ways people might call 'a miracle'.

[fancypantsrecords]

Rifti Beats - Lofi Of The Lost Woods | Mana Wave | 2023 | "Children Of The Forest" Green, Brown & Red Swirl

Lofi hip hop arrangements of music from The Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time

[bebe-writes-stuff]

I been lurking around your page for a min now n I love your work!^^ Can you pleaseeee do a taju x chubby reader

yesss, also, I finished my exams finally, so now I have a bunch of free time. I'm definitely gonna post more!!

@caramelswirlwithacherryontop

Taiju x chubby reader

I'll see you on Wednesday at 5:30 sharp. in front of the Underwater aquarium. It's a date.

WOW HE'S DIRECT!

You thought, pretty stunned.

But prior to this text, a few weeks ago, You were with Yuzuha. It was nearing sundown and you were walking beside her, listening to her ramble about whatever. That's how you usually were, you weren't always aware of what's going on but you were happy anyway.

"But Yuzuha, you really didn't have to beat that guy up. It was just a silly comment, you know, just a joke." You laughed nervously, tugging on the sleeves of your uniform.

"Huh, What do you mean?! That bastard totally deserved it. That wasn't a joke, Y/n. That guy insulted you and no way was he gonna get away with it." She muttered before turning to you and continued,

"Hey, you gotta stand up for yourself with guys like that. Because if they get away without it the first time, they'll keep doing it." She scolded you, almost like a mother scolding her child, despite you basically being the same age.

You looked to the side, tearing up, remembering your classmate's rude comment "He wasn't wrong, Yuzuha. I am ugly and fat."

"No no, please don't cry. Y/n, Your worth goes far beyond what you see in the mirror. And I appreciate you for who you are, not just for how you look. Your personality, kindness, and strength are what truly matter. If anything, he is ugly! He is a loser and stupid." She cupped your soft face before wiping away your tears and hugging you tightly.

You laughed at her attempted to insult him,

"Do you wanna go to the park? We can swing for a bit." She suggested, You nodded, excitedly.

On the way to the park, Yuzuha continued rambling about her math teacher and how much she hated the class. The park was in view when Yuzuha stopped walking and muttered,

"Huh? Is that Mitsuya and...Taiju?" Her question made you look up and squint trying to see who was there and she was right.

"Yeah, looks like it." You answered.

Yuzuha started sprinting towards them, "Hey, Mitsuya!" She shouted. He turned towards Yuzuha's call and waved, smiling. Taiju was sitting on one of the benches in the park while Luna and Mana were playing with him. Luna was brushing his hair, putting bright colored extensions and also using bright colored hair ties while Mana was putting fake nails on his nails. The sight was hilarious. Whilst Yuzuha was distracted with Mitsuya, who wasn't far, you were hesitant but you sat next to Taiju. You watched as both girls gave Taiju a makeover. Suddenly, you heard a familiar ring tone.

"Is that-" You were cut off by the two little girls,

"ICE CREAM TRUCK!" They screeched in unison, excited. They both took off running towards and Mitsuya obviously followed before they got lost, leaving you and Taiju alone, together, on the bench. You had spoken to Taiju before, actually, if anything you found yourself always gravitating to him, or admiring him from afar, never admitting your feelings towards him. Even when Yuzuha asked, she didn't mind, she was curious. But An uneasy silence settled between you, punctuated by hesitant glances, revealing the palpable awkwardness in the air. You peeked last time, only to see Taiju struggling to remove the fake nails Mana had put on. He was picking at non-stop.

"You need help with that?" You finally spoke, breaking the silence. He stopped before moving his hands toward you. You grabbed his hand, before gently removing each nail carefully so as not to hurt him.

So soft

He thought as he stared at your face the entire process before his free hand reached up and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Pretty." He whispered.

Blushing and stammering, you found yourself unexpectedly flustered as the subtle charms of the flirtation caught you off guard, leaving you feeling delightful yet a little disoriented.

"A-alright, I'm done." Accidentally stumbling over words. You looked around, Mitsuya and Yuzuha were nowhere in sight.

Wait, did they leave?

"It's getting late, shouldn't you get home soon." Taiju suddenly said, making you jump.

You scrambled to get on your feet, "Yeah, you're totally right, I'll get going-"

"I'll walk you home." He deadpanned,

"whAt." Your voice cracked,

"It's too dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be walking around at this time. There's plenty of shitty delinquents out there." He explained, standing up, towering over you entirely.

"O-okay, whatever you see best."

"Good girl."

Despite your efforts to hide your growing embarrassment, Your body language betrayed your emotions. avoiding direct eye contact, and occasionally tripping over your words. The unexpected attention left you feeling both surprised and self-conscious, creating a memorable moment of flustered charm. Once you reached your front door, You felt Taiju step closer and lean against you, pinned you against the door itself.

"I'll see you on Wednesday at 5:30 sharp. in front of the Underwater aquarium. It's a date."

His straightforwardness made you also wanna become frank with him. You wanted to be honest and do what your body told you to. You reached out and cupped his face, maintaining eye contact which you were avoiding. In sync with your motion, Taiju leaned in, Your lips met in a tender dance, a silent conversation of longing and connection. Time seemed to pause as the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of the shared moment. It was a gentle collision of emotions, a sweet blend of passion and intimacy that spoke volumes without a single word.

In the meantime, Yuzuha and Mitsuya high-fived somewhere, stalking you guys, and see how long it'll take until one of you makes a move.

[sehyunie23]

Pout - Chaewon

Y/n POV

"Damn, Chaewon is breathing quite heavily there," I said as I look from afar as Chaewon and the host of the show 'Fearless Kkura' Sakura filming along with the animals we don't see every day.

"I kinda feel like she is not breathing anymore," Noona said as I look at Chaewon who froze as the man who takes care of the reptiles put the snake on her arm.

I snickered at Noona just being the savage manager she is. Chaewon's manager has just nothing on her list to be scared of, but the girl she is managing has a lot on her list.

"Say, today's episode is about reptiles right?" I asked and Noona hummed in response.

"Yes, why? Want to get scales and poison?" Noona asked.

"Sheesh, calm your nerves down noona. I think I know why Chaewon is getting bratty these days," I said and noona just looked at me with a death glare.

"Shut up kid. See that snake? I think it needs a year's worth of food," I can feel the venom in noona's words as she gives me shivers.

"Damn, I'm sorry ok?" I just stopped as my thinking said that noona is not in a great mood today.

"Good to see that you know that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed kid," Noona said and crossed her arms.

I just chuckled and thanked my thoughts for preventing a disaster with Chaewon's manager.

"20 Minutes break everyone!" The producer of the show shouted granting a smile from the two members of Le Sserafim.

The two girls skips their way in my direction and Sakura went to her manager while Chaewon

"Y/nnie!"

Went to me, crushing me in her big hug.

"Chaechae, how is the filming so far?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around her small frame.

"It was scary! It was my first time seeing those types of animals," Chaewon said in a shaky voice.

"Don't worry Chae, at least you faced your fears right?" I said to brighten her mood.

"I mean yeah? I did face my fears," Chaewon muttered in realization.

"Well, you are already fearless. I mean you are already Fearless since you sang your debut song," I joked which made Chaewon punch my side softly.

"Aish, are you old? Stop making jokes like that ahjussi," Chaewon said and parted herself from me. I then see her smirking as I rolled my eyes.

"Shut it radish! Don't call me an-," I was about to answer Chaewon when my phone rang.

I excused myself and I accepted the call. The person who was calling me was Eunchae, Le Sserafim's youngest member.

°

--- call ---

"Oppa! Music Bank duties!"

"Is it time already?"

"Yup! Stop being lovey-dovey with Chaewon unnie! Look at me, a child who is working hard but being neglected by her manager. Huhuhu~,"

"Aigoo, look at you being overdramatic again,"

"Bleh~ you can't stop me. I can't stop me, can't stop me. Oh woah oh woah,"

"Singing to your sunbaenim's song, alrighty. Oh my, what did you eat!? You are energetic today,"

"For breakfast? Eggs and bacon! Also, it's tasty! The company canteen now knows how to season their food. Let's celebrate!"

"Yah! *Laugh* You are so savage. Ok, I will pick you up in a jiffy alright?"

"Ne oppa~ see you!"

--- call end ---

°

I put my phone in my pocket and suddenly, an arm wraps around me. Looking at the person, a radish girl buries her head into my arm.

"Sup Chae," I said and stroked her hair.

"Who called?" Chaewon asked.

"Our maknae calling me to fetch her and bring her to her job," I said and Chaewon looked at me with her fluffy cheeks.

"Oh right, Music Bank," Chaewon said as I nod.

"Yep, got that one right. Anyways, see you later love," I said and pecked Chaewon's lips.

"Are you going to the dorms later?" Chaewon asked me.

"Yep, I think I will also bring y'all dinner," I said and grabbed my coat.

"Ok then, bye Y/nnie~," Chaewon said and waved.

"Love you too cheese ball," I said and left the building to get back to my managerial duties.

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Y/n POV

The filming of Music Bank is now over and as always, Eunchae is looking cute as ever. As I am outside of Eunchae's room, a girl ran into me and greeted me.

"Hey hey hey," Bae from Nmixx greeted me.

"Would you look at that, it's the Bae Jinsol~," I said as Bae just giggled at me.

"How are you cousin?" I asked and Bae just shrugged.

"Nothing new, going in promotions," Bae answered.

"Love me like this huh?" I said.

"Yup! Say, you want to dance?" Bae suddenly said which made me flinch.

"Oh hell nah! The song of y'all is good, no question about that, but me? Dancing? No thank you," I said which made Bae giggle.

"Geez, no need to be aggressive Y/n-ah," Bae laughed at me as I scoff at the girl.

"Yeah laugh all you want, anyways, where are your members?" I asked and Bae just shrugged again.

"In our room," Bae said.

"And you're here because?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because you said you are managing Eunchae and she is the host of this show. Figures that you are here so here we are!" Bae said to which I nodded.

"Well okay," I just answered.

"Now that's that, you want some tea?" Bae asked.

"Shoot. I want some topics," I said.

"Did you know that our Sullyoon has a crush on you?" Bae said which made me choke on my saliva.

"*cough* Yah! How is that a tea?" I asked.

"Dunno, just want to say that to you," Bae said which made me sigh.

"Yah, you know that I'm dating Chaewon right? Tell her that friends would be okay. I have the love of my life," I said to Bae.

"Gosh, you are such a wimp for love cousin, anyways message relayed! I will go now!" Bae said.

"Alright! Come here," I said and Bae and I hugged shortly.

"Good luck with your group okay?" I said.

"Yep! Bye Y/n-ah!" Bae said as she walks away.

I just looked at her and suddenly, the door to Eunchae's room unlocked and a potato girl pops her head out.

"Who you talking to oppa?" Eunchae asked.

"Bae," I answered and Eunchae nodded.

"Your cousin right?" Eunchae asked and again, I nodded.

"Yup! Are you finished changing?" My turn to ask her and she nodded.

"It's all in the bag oppa!" Eunchae said with her hyper energy.

"Then cool. What do you want for dinner?"

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Y/n POV

Right now, the girls and I are huddled inside their dorm, around the variety of food that I bought them. The girls are casually munching while I'm looking at my laptop to arrange paperwork.

Just as I thought that the girls will mind their own business eating, a certain radish was looking at me while chewing kimchi inside her mouth.

Looking at my laptop, I felt a tap making me look at the one who grabbed my attention and suddenly, an egg roll is on par with my mouth.

"What is it, Chae?" I asked and Chaewon just moved the chopsticks in front of my face.

"Eat," Chaewon said.

I opened my mouth and let the savory taste of the egg cover my taste buds. I hummed and looked at Chaewon whose smile is getting bigger as seconds pass by.

"Is it delicious?" Chaewon asked as she begins to poke my inflated cheeks.

I nodded and Chaewon giggled and continued to eat with occasionally feeding me.

I just let her be as I know that Chaewon was just looking for me, one thing about Chaewon is, she is thoughtful of the people she loves.

Also, fighting Chaewon is a big no-no. She can be lovely and cute with her smile, but it's the opposite when she is angry.

The girls finished their food and now, they are just talking about random things, until Eunchae tells something for the group.

"Chaewon unnie," Eunchae called her unnie as Chaewon looked at the younger girl happily.

"Yes, Manchae? What is it?" Chaewon answered.

"Did you know that Sullyoon unnie has a crush on Y/n?" Eunchae said which made me widen my eyes at the cheeky maknae.

"Sullyoon? Where did you get that?" Chaewon asked.

"I heard Y/n oppa and Bae unnie talking," Eunchae grinned at me.

"Don't be nosy maknae," Chaewon said to Eunchae before looking at me.

"And you mister! Don't dare to love another girl besides me. Got it?" Chaewon said as I put my laptop aside and scooted closer to the girl.

"Got it, Chae got it," I giggled as Chaewon leans her head on my shoulder.

"So that's how Chaewon unnie gets jealous," Kazuha suddenly said

"You have only seen it once Zuha, wait for more," Kkura noona warned the younger girl which made me laugh.

"Are you all seriously going to talk about me? I'm here," Chaewon said.

"Nah~ we won't stop," Yunjin said in her mighty loud voice.

"Yah yah yah. I'm the leader and-,"

"You should listen to me blah blah," Kkura noona cuts Chaewon which made me giggle inside.

As I'm hugging Chaewon, I can feel her fists shaking up making me chuckle a little more.

"Don't be angry babe, I'm here," I whispered to Chaewon which seems to work as she begins to calm down.

I pecked Chaewon's fluffy cheeks as she snuggled at me.

"What do you think about Sullyoon then Y/n?" Yunjin asked.

"Sullyoon? Well, I think she's nice and friendly. That's about it," I said and Chaewon looked at me sternly this time.

"So is she cute?" Chaewon asked me.

"What?"

"Is. She. Cute?" Chaewon asked again.

"Yes?" I said nervously.

"Dumb ways to die~," Kkura noona sang as I glare at the older girl.

"So many dumb ways to die~," Yunjin followed while stifling her laugh.

I glared at them and then looked at my girlfriend who is already pouting at me.

"Hey hey, I was just telling about Sullyoon being cute alright? That doesn't mean that I like her the same way I love you," I said and Chaewon nodded and buried her head into my chest.

I caressed the back of Chaewon's head and the other girls in the room just silently laughed at me as I squinted my eyes at them.

"You will not leave me right?" Chaewon muttered in our hug.

"Of course baby. You are precious to me and you will be my forever," I said to Chaewon making the girl squeal.

The other girls begin to gawk at Chaewon and me, making my eyes roll at them but suddenly, Chaewon freed herself from my hug.

"I'm keeping this anger of mine but thanks to Y/n, I'm calm. Now let your leader-nim punish you all. Shall we start?" Chaewon sad and suddenly, the other members shuffled and left the room immediately.

I engulf Chaewon in a big hug again to restrain the angered radish girl, to calm her down, again.

But it seems like Chaewon has superhuman strength today as she pecked my lips and went to chase her members.

I just shook my head and stifled a laugh.

Sighing, I stand up and dusted my clothes and as soon as I opened the door, squealing and screaming greeted me as Chaewon hunts them like a prey.

Going to Chaewon, I dragged her to her room making the other Fimmies celebrate.

Making her seat on her bed, Chaewon pouted and again, her squishy cheeks is seen again.

Sitting beside her, Chaewon leaned her head to my shoulder, but I faced her and gives her kisses, making her giggle cutely.

"Calm down babe," I said and giggled and Chaewon just smiles widely and lay down on the softness of her bed.

I soon followed her actions and immediately, Chaewon latched at me making me hum as she snuggle.

Staying in our position, a few minutes later, a soft snore can be heard and I looked at my Chaewon knocked out in a wind. Giggling at Chaewon, I then caressed her cheeks and soon, following her to dreamland.

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[kittenintheden]

ok but what if Astarion comes upon Tav very focused on sketching, and he flirts up a storm offering to model nude, but the serious artist Tav immediately agrees, and sets up an elaborate stage with candles for him before Astarion even knows what’s happening

Astarion receives a giant ass paining of him reclining like the girl from Titanic, and he can barely fit it inside his tent but dammit he’s never not going to hang it up, so every time Gale comes to pick up a book Astarion stole borrowed Gale gets an eyeful of gloriously naked Astarion

"Where in the Outer Planes is that damn book?" Gale shifts through his towering piles of tomes, each threatening to topple at any given moment. Yet they never do. Strange.

The great wizard of Waterdeep makes an exasperated noise, scanning the floor of his tent once more with his hands on his hips. When he comes up empty once again, he throws up his hands.

"Not like I needed this mana, anyway," he snipes, raising his hand in front of him to gently pass it through the material plane and into the Weave, pulling a comforting thread close and using it to draw a familiar rune in the air. He speaks an incantation, focuses on the book he desires, and releases the spell.

Gale's eyes glow with violet pinpoints in the center, granting him mystical vision to follow a winding trail that leads... directly to the vampire's tent.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I was Mystra's Chosen. I really should be able to deduce that the thief is the most likely candidate. No matter."

His robes brush across the dusty ground as he makes his way over. He doesn't bother announcing himself, seeing as Astarion never gives him such a courtesy. Or any courtesy at all, really.

"What have you done with my-" Gale cuts himself off as he enters the man's tent, jerking his head to one side as if he's been slapped and raising a hand in front of his face.

"Do you like it?" Astarion says from where he reclines on his bedroll, the book in question open on the ground in front of him. "Aren't I majestic? Tav's quite the artist, I must say. Very disciplined."

"Tav seems to have exaggerated certain proportions, if I'm honest," Gale says back testily, his eyes still averted from the massive painting that takes up the entire rear wall of Astarion's tent.

"Yes, the ears are a bit too long," Astarion agrees, looking upon his own oil-painted visage, reclined much in the same way he is now, surrounded by draping red silks and candles, and very much in the nude.

Gale heaves a mighty sigh and holds out his hand. "My book, if you would."

"Oh, fine. I'd think someone from Waterdeep would have better appreciation for the arts, honestly."

Gale feels the heavy weight of his copy of "Mystical Familiars and Where to Find Them" sink into his waiting palm. He waves it at his campmate.

"Good evening, Astarion. You seem to be in your favorite company, so I'll be on my way. Wouldn't want to interrupt."

"Ta," Astarion says with a wave of his fingers. After the tent flap swings shut once again, he admires his portrait once more. Tilts his head just a bit. Clicks his tongue.

"I suppose it is a touch asymmetrical. Pity."

He blows it a kiss nonetheless.

[shoyoist]

— 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 (𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓).

content: gn!reader. hurt/comfort (you comfort him). set on the verge of bonten timeskip (around when hanma visits the cemetary). they deserve all the kisses they want ;( ft: mitsuya, draken, kazutora, hanma.

—. ｡˚ ♡ he's strong, but at times, he needs somebody to be strong for him.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ MITSUYA IS RESTLESS.

you wake up with a jolt, feeling the blanket wrapped over you get yanked away in one harsh, sudden motion. the thick duvet had been shielding you from the cold of the air conditioning, and as soon as it was gone, you were freezing. what the fuck—

startled, your head automatically jerks around to face the other side of the bed, and your bleary gaze focuses on mitsuya’s lean form, sitting up with his face in his hands. the blanket was crumpled up around him, pulled away from your body when he sat up.

it’s still early in the morning, you can see, because the sun coming through the window isn’t that strong. either that, or it’s a cloudy day — and either way, you’d wanted to sleep in with your boyfriend for as long as possible.

after all, you hadn’t booked a hotel room and taken him out on a mini vacation, and asked your parents to drive his little sisters to school for nothing.

mitsuya’d been working his ass off as of recent, and you were trying to give him the break he deserved. so when you found out that he’d convinced his mom to take a trip to the next city to visit her friend, you’d immediately made plans to allow mitsuya to relax as well.

you just wish he would make use of the opportunity and actually relax, though.

it takes you a moment to realize something is wrong, and when you do, you sit up immediately. “takashi? are you okay?”

he inhales, sucking in a breath of air through his fingers, and wipes his face. his gaze moves around the hotel room, as if he’s scanning his surroundings. then he turns to you, showing off sleepy, apologetic eyes. “yeah, ’m good. sorry for waking you up, baby.”

it doesn’t sound at all convincing, so you raise an eyebrow at him — waiting with more than a hint of impatience, for him to elaborate.

he laughs shortly at the gesture, waving a hand in dismissal and turning back around. the sunlight, dimmed further by the fancy curtains drawn across the window, falls on his pale hair as he tilts his head downwards. “just. panicked a little when i woke up. since it’s way past the time i drive luna and mana to class.”

“hm.” you blink. “but they’re staying with my mom and dad, remember? this week’s for us.”

“i … yeah.” mitsuya nods. “just forgot, for a second.” he still sounds off, and your brows crease with the concern for him that’s building up within your chest. scooting over so you were sitting next to him, you lean in and let your shoulders touch, and put a hand over his enclosed one. “what’s wrong, taka?”

he’s still for a moment, before he opens up his fist and curls his fingers around yours. he sighs, runs his other hand through his hair, and then meets your eyes again. “i’m just, not really used to it, you know?”

“having my responsibilites shared, i mean. i’ve been doing things on my own my whole life, so having someone around — having things easy, feels new.” he clears his throat, as if accomodating space for his words. “i’m fine, really. just had a moment.”

footsteps echo down the hall outside, other guests making their way around. you wait, because you have a feeling he’s not done yet. and you’re right, because he opens his mouth again.

“but i’m really glad, too. to have you around. it’s weird to share everything, and to have room to slow down and all. but i appreciate it. i appreciate you.” his grip on your hand tightens a little, and you let him hold it, moving closer to press a small kiss to his temple. “it’s okay, taka. i’m here for you.”

his eyes soften at that, so pretty and lavender, and he turns his face to press his forehead to yours. “i know. thank you.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ DRAKEN IS OVERPROTECTIVE.

“hey,” your coworker hurries up to you, calling your name — and when you look up towards them, it’s the first time you lift your head up from your work in a while. you glance at the clock on the wall to see that it’s almost midnight, but it doesn’t really register in your head.

“yes?” you sit up, and they jerk a thumb back. “someone’s outside. they’re looking for you. i think it’s, um, your boyfriend.” 

huh? you grab your phone from where it was half buried under a sheaf of papers, and when the screen lights up, you see seven missed calls and eleven texts — all from draken.

“is it a guy with his hair tied back, and a tattoo on the side of his head?” you get up, push your chair back and make your way down the hall towards the elevator. your coworker nods. “yeah, yeah that’s him.”

i’m sure i texted him to let him know i’ll be late tonight. you think as you step into the elevator and press the button that’ll take you to the ground floor. you’d got this job only recently, and you’ve been working extra hard so you could fit in and climb the ranks quickly.

draken was fully supportive, of course, but you’d noticed that he’s been a little … antsy, about the location of your workplace. he was always extra tense every time he dropped you off, or came to pick you up.

as soon as you step out of the elevator, you see draken in the hall, still in his D & D motors jacket. he's all disheveled, you notice, and tired.

he stops mid-pace when he sees you, roaming eyes stuttering to a pause, and he strides over.

“fuck, you’re here.” he lets out a deep breath, and now that he’s up close, you see the panic in his eyes and in the tense line of his mouth, in the way he walked. “why didn’t you answer my calls? you could’ve told me you’d be working late.”

“i did,” you begin, but he’s already asking his next question. “how many people are in there with you? you can’t stay here all alone. and you didn’t tell me—”

“ken,” you take his arm, pull him down to give him a peck on the cheek. the gesture calms him down a little - or at least you hope. “i did tell you. i sent you a message, and you literally read it.”

“what?” he retorts. “i didn’t see any messages. and i thought something happened to you, when you didn’t call me back.”

you unlock your phone, and swipe over to your shared chat. briefly going through the texts, you turn the phone around and show him the screen.

you: ken, i’ll be done at 12 tonight. pick me up then, k?

ken: hey. where are you?

he stares at the screen for a few seconds, before turning his face aside, looking decidedly embarrassed. “fuck’s sake.” he mutters under his breath.

“ken,” you say it softly. “you worry too much.”

he grimaces, looks around and then drops his head. “i’m trying, okay? but . . i don’t think too highly of this neighbourhood. and — and you know how i am.”

“i do,” you soothe, glad that the entryway is devoid of people, spare for the security guard sitting in the corner. “i understand. and i want you to keep in mind that i’ll be okay, hm?”

“it’s not safe here at night.” he says it firmly, but there’s a hint of hesitation anyway. “next time, call me if you’re staying late.”

“don’t worry.” you repeat, tracing his bicep with your thumb, still holding his arm. “i’ll call. and i’ll be fine, okay? and i promise, i’ll be here with you for as long as you want me to.”

“what does that mean?” he mutters, and then he pulls you in for a hug. you’re engulfed in his warmth, in his smell of motor oil and cologne - for a moment you’re surprised, because he doesn’t usually do things like this in places where people can see — but you manage to reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

you don’t answer his question, because you know he knows what you mean. and he holds you in silence for a while, before he whispers, “i want you with me forever.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ KAZUTORA IS SECRETIVE.

“you’re home late.” you remark from the sofa, when kazutora finally steps inside your shared home, way later than he usually does. the streets outside have gone quiet, and the news channels are playing reruns of old sports matches.

he doesn’t say anything until he’s slipped his keys back into his wallet and put his shoes away. as you observe him, you notice his hair is a little messier than usual, and that there’s a troubled tint to his golden eyes. as he passes the sofa, he bends down and takes your face between his finger and thumb and gives you a kiss. “got busy.”

you catch a whiff of something as he does it, and wrinkle your nose.

“what?” he blinks at you, and you take another sniff. “why d'you smell like cigarettes?” you wonder if his boss at the pet shop's taken up the habit of smoking. know kazutora doesn’t smoke. at least, not anymore. as far as you know.

he freezes for half a second, and you see panic flash in his eyes — but it’s gone in a blink. “nah. do i?” he sniffs at his shoulder. “smells like bird feed to me.”

“huh.” you shrug, doing your best to at remaining nonchalant as you take hold of his wrist, stopping him from pulling away. “okay, but the shop closes at like, six. where have you been?”

this time, the loss of composure is more evident. he purses up his lips, looking away so he doesn’t have to meet your eyes. kazutora isn’t a liar. he’s an honest person by nature — always speaking his mind and following through his words with actions — and when he doesn’t want to lie, he hides things.

so when he remains silent and doesn’t answer your question, you know he’s hiding something. loosening your grip on his wrist, you try to get him to look in your eyes. “you can tell me, you know?”

“yeah.” he responds a little too quickly, then swallows. “yeah. it’s not that important, though. never mind it.”

“don’t say that,” you try. “of course it’s important. it’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

he stands there, and you think he might’ve gotten lost in thought when his gaze flickers, glancing at you and quickly looking away. the room is dark, the light of the TV being the only source of illumination, but it’s enough for you to see the look on his face. he’s not really in the mood to talk about it.

“tora,” you hum. he doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s listening. “baby, you know i love you, right?”

he nods at that, fervent. “i love you, too.” you nod back. “then, you know that my feelings for you aren’t gonna disappear because of just anything, right?”

letting go of his wrist, you take his hand. “i love you, and i promise i’ll stick with you through whatever happens. nothing you tell me will change that, okay?”

kazutora’s eyes widen, the dull gold turning brighter as they catch more of the TV’s light — and you don’t know if what you said had a good effect on him or not, but you do mean what you said.

“m'kay.” he mumbles.

“good. now take a shower, and let’s go to sleep.” when you try to let go of his hand, he resists, and when you send him a questioning look, he tugs at your arm. “come take a shower with me?”

“sure.” you smile, and when you get up and move around the sofa to walk to the bathroom with him, he hooks his fingers around yours again.

“something might be coming up.” he offers something, probably thinking of satiating your curiousity. “but … i’m not sure yet. i’ll tell you about it as soon as i’m sure. okay?”

you nod, curling your fingers so yours and his are locked in place. the light from the TV fades away as you leave, but your heart feels light. and you hope his heart is light, too. “anything, tora. i’ll be here for you whenever you need me.”

“mm,” he says it simply, yet it’s full of feeling. “i love you.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ HANMA IS UNENTHUSED.

you hope hanma doesn’t notice the way you’re nervously reading through the scratched poster you’d picked up off the floor of some gas station, when he’d stopped by for a refill with you behind him on his motorcycle.

the streetlight nearby crackles and flickers every now and then, and the sky is dark — you want to use the flashlight of your phone to help you understand the words better, but then he’d definitely see and inquire on what you’re doing, and you weren’t sure enough of your idea for that just yet.

taking another drag of his cigarette, hanma blows it out in a cloud of smoke, and clears his throat. you almost crumple up the paper by reflex, but you force yourself to stay still and slowly fold the thing away.

he still catches the action, though — and turns his attention onto you. “what’s that, huh, baby?” he grins at the way you pause with the poster half folded in your hands. “hidin’ something from me?”

“no,” you reply. “i just, um, thought this poster was interesting.”

“oh yeah?” he asks. “what is it? some carnival you want me to take you to?”

you’re fumbling to put together a reasonable, unsuspicious reply when he snatches the thing from your grasp, quick as lightning and so deft, you only realize it’s gone a second later. “hey!”

“let me see, let me see.” he chuckles, batting away your hands that came to grab it back, and shakes the poster open again.

he reads the words UNDERGROUND FIGHT CLUB and does a double take, before glancing at you, and despite your embarrassment your heart jumps to see a glimmer in his eyes.

“what’s this?” he muses, voice dipping into a teasing tone. “don’t tell me you’re into this kinda thing.”

you feel your face get hot — because truthfully, you’ve been trying to find hanma something to do. you’ve known him for a long time now, and you know he’s changed drastically from the way he was before, as a teenager.

where he was once unhinged, full of glee and adrenaline, always looking for a fight and brimming with self confidence, he’s now subdued and strangely quiet. of course, it never stopped your feelings for him from growing stronger and stronger by the day, but you thought maybe you could try and — and help him get back on his feet.

truthfully, though you’d gotten used to this more languid, downbeat version of hanma, you kind of missed seeing him full of that rampant spark he used to have. but it’s embarrassing to admit, and you’re not even sure how he’d react. “i don’t know, shuji. i just picked it up.”

“uh huh,” of course, he doesn’t take that. “what, you wanna watch me beat the shit out of some people, is that it?”

“you know that’s not it.” you complain, and he chuckles. “i just thought you’d maybe be interested. i-it does make good money, and you’re — well — into it, aren’t you?”

he skims through the poster again, and then slaps it down on the empty space remaining on the bench next to him. his arm snakes around your body, pulling you flush against him in one smooth jerk. “just might check it out, then. if it’s good money, then i can finally spoil you with shit like you deserve, hm?”

you roll your eyes, but the fact that he didn’t dismiss it remained warm in your chest. “i just want you to feel good again, shuji.”

“oh yeah?” he smirks. “you make me feel good just fine, baby.”

“think about it.” you huff, borderline offended. “i know you’ll do well. they’ll gladly let in kabukicho’s reaper, just for the fame. and it’s better than nothing.”

hanma laughs, nudging your face with his chin so he could land a kiss on your lips. “’m glad you like that side of me, baby. might just use the money to get you a ring.”

you kiss him back, hooking your arms around his neck - and because he almost never says something so romantically intimate, you know your efforts meant way more to him than he showed.

[breannasfluff]

Nook Cuddles

Wild tries to contain his chirp. He’s far too old to be making it, but Legend and Hyrule are gone. Legend to the castle to meet with his princess, and Hyrule with him. 

Normally, Wild would have joined them, but he was on potion-making duty. The rest of the Chain are scattered; Four and Warriors to the blacksmiths; the rest to Kakariko. 

Flock, miss you, he chirps. Want want want. They’ll be back later. There’s no reason to worry. The boys will be safe in the air. 

Miss you, he whistles in a descending tune to the silent air. He’s done with potions and there’s little else to do, so he wanders inside. 

The house is cozy; a more even mix of blues and reds among neutrals. True to his word, Ravio painted the blue walls and the whole house glows a warm cream. The sitting room is still a crazy mash of blue and white from their paint fight. 

Wild wanders through the empty house, running his hands over tables and chairs. A blanket makes it into his hands, followed by a soft pillow. A throw from a spare room and, hey, there’s a decorative pillow that looks nice. 

Before he realizes it, Wild is dumping his blankets and pillows in a corner, arranging them carefully. Then he steps back to observe. 

It’s a sad excuse for a nest. A few blankets and pillows aren’t enough. Even worse, there are no items from Legend and Hyrule in it. 

Still, Wild crawls on top of the blanket and pulls another over his legs. He curls in, fluffing his wings to shut out the rest of the room, and chirps. Miss you, miss you, don’t leave. At least there’s no one to hear the forlorn cries. 

Flock? Come, need you, miss you! The silence of the house is deafening. It’s too similar to the days spent alone trying to save Hyrule. Before he made friends to help him preen. Before the yiga ruined his trust in others hands on his wings. Before, before, before—!

A whistle breaks through his misery; a wobbly version of his sub-flock call. It’s not Hyrule or Legend, and none of the other avians would copy the call. 

“Wild?” It’s Ravio. He must be back from his errand. Okay? Worried, worry, want to help!

The champion sniffles into his arm. “Sorry, Ravio. I can give you the blankets back.” Despite the words, he hunkers down into his makeshift nest a little more. 

“What’s wrong?”

Want flock, where, lonely— Wild cuts off the automatic stream of sound, teeth clicking. 

The merchant is silent, then shuffles a little closer. Come, flock, help? Want to help! Flockmate, nest?

Wild shifts a wing slightly to peak out. The satin bowerbird is crouched next to his pathetic nest, wings tucked against his back.

He holds out a hand. “Nest?”

Wild shakes his head. “Don’t want you and Ledge’s nest,” he mumbles into his feathers. “No Hyrule.”

“Not that Nest. Come on.” When Wild still doesn’t move, he follows it up with a call. Chick chick, comfort, nestmate. 

Wild is up and moving before his logical mind catches up to his instincts. Ravio grabs his hand and tugs him through the house to a hall door. Then they ascend up a flight of stairs. The nook is small, but there’s a wide window letting in sunlight. Most of the space is cut off by a wall; likely the other upstairs rooms. 

Whistling curiously, Wild looks around. The small space is filled, not just with sunlight, but with a plethora of blankets, pillows, and other soft items. The floor is no longer visible in most places and there’s no pattern to anything. 

It’s perfect. 

He jerks forward before stopping and turning to Ravio. This isn’t his nesting material. 

The merchant just smiles and waves. “Go for it. Mind if I help?”

Wild chirps and throws himself into the pile. Quickly, most of the items are stashed near the sunny window and he hops into the middle, wriggling and nudging with his wings to form a nice cavity to nest in. 

Ravio tosses blankets and pillows around the edges, fussing with a few in particular till they reach his liking. Then he climbs into the hollow Wild formed. 

“It’s a nice nest.”

“Thank you for sharing,” Wild manages, the tips of his ears red. Despite the embarrassment of missing his flock—it’s only been a few hours!—Ravio is an honorary part of the flock through Legend. It settles his instincts to have someone he considers familiar to nest with. 

Ravio gives another approximation of the sub-flock call, which Wild repeats back to him. Then he does it again, slower, so the bowerbird can hear the nuances. The answer isn’t perfect; he adds a lilting trill at the end, but it fits their situation. 

Here, chick, safe, cuddle-nest? Ravio chirps. 

Wild chirps back and burrows into the merchant’s side. He keeps his wings pulled in tight so Ravio can arch a wing over him. It cuts off the sunlight, but it’s also safe.

Flockmate, yes, he chirps. Cuddle-nest. 

Ravio purrs and wraps an arm around Wild, who relaxes into the pressure. The need to chirp for missing flock fades. And this is a much nicer nest; a good nest in a good location. 

By the time Legend and Hyrule come home, Wild is sprawled in the nest, wings loose. Ravio dozes lightly, one wing still thrown across his. 

Flockmate? Worry where? Home! Legend’s call carries, followed by Hyrule giving the sub-flock call. 

Wild flicks an ear and raises his head, calling back. Here, yes, flockmate, cuddle-nest! 

A minute later, their feet thud on the stairs and the two avians join them. Legend observes them, hands on his hips. “Nice to see you both hard at work.”

Cuddle-nest! Wild trills and Hyrule pushes past Legend to dive into the pillows and wiggle under Wild’s wing. He chuffs and wraps around his flockmate. Yes, missed you, missed flock.

Miss you miss you! Hyrule warbles back. Sad, lonely, not flock without you. 

Ravio chirps at Legend, still outside the nest. “Care to join us?”

Cuddle-nest!  Wild adds. 

Legend goes, because there’s no way he’s sitting this out. He ends up sandwiched between Wild on his free side and Ravio sprawled half on top of him. The space isn’t really big enough for four boys and wings, but after a bit of shuffling and pushing pillows, they all settle. 

The magpie gives a sleepy call, answered by the others. Flockmates safe, together, love you. Surrounded by feathers and contented chirps, Wild relaxes with his family.