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A Night for Hunting Ch.15 -A New Home

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, soft yandere, romance, Hellsing cast, mild sexual content, somnophilia, ‘blood drinking,’ depressed vampire @alastorhazbin On AO3 Words: 4989

Happy New Year! I have good vibes about this upcoming year already. Looking back, this account is now one year old! Crazy how everything I wrote under this name was done within the last year. I do think there is improvement between now and what I first wrote. Hopefully I will continue to get better as I write more this year!

The manor and its adjacent towers were constructed in the Victorian style. There was only one main building, but it was massive, with hundreds of windows lining a mansion of at least three stories tall. From outside, there may have been another top floor. Perhaps the sole purpose of this upper level was simply to grant greater ceiling height to the foyer or another central room, which seemed an aesthetic the wealthy aspired to.

You continued to gawp at the scale of the place. It had seemed as if the forest stretched on forever when the manor suddenly came into view from behind a gargantuan fence. The coiffered lawn hugged a paved path on either side, ending elegantly in a line of manicured spruce trees.

You swallowed as you entered the foyer and stepped closer to Alucard. The entrance was every bit as stately as this building’s exterior, but your observations of the decor were cut short by an older gentleman who came to greet you. Silver cuff links adorned a neatly pressed dress shirt and the muted violet vest complimented his slacks well. Wisps of bangs escaped a shaggy ponytail, swaying as he dipped his head.

“Alucard,” he acknowledged the vampire before turning to you and you stiffened as he bent into a slight bow with an arm over his chest. “Young Miss, welcome to Hellsing.” He spoke with a polished lilt.

Your eyes widened and you almost flinched at the clipped words. You were not expecting anyone to bow to you, not even the posh butler. As quick to fluster as you were, you barely managed to squeak out a reply. “Y-yes! Thank you!”

The corners of the old man’s crow feet crinkled around slate grey eyes with the cordial smile. “You may call me ‘Walter.’ I am the Hellsing family’s butler.” He extended an arm towards you with the palm up and you snatched it up to shake.

“Nice to meet you too!” You stammered, clutching the worn hand between both of yours as you introduced yourself.

For a beat, no one spoke, but Walter’s teeth were now showing through the smile.

“Your jacket, Young Miss?” He clarified.

Of course he meant your jacket. This man was clearly a proper member of the English upper society. You nearly buried your burning face in your hands as the other man took your outerwear after you removed it, feeling Alucard mocking you while you decided to ignore him.

“If you would follow me,” the butler said as he turned on his heel and strode through the foyer, disappearing down a hall.

Multiple corridors passed by. This was no ordinary mansion. It was the headquarters of a secret organization that hunted vampires and ghouls for generations. How in the world was this vast organization and the existence of such creatures kept confidential? Perhaps ‘agreeing’ to stay here with Alucard was a mistake. What were you doing here? You had no business poking around with hunts for the undead.

Hold your head high, little one. You belong here as much as anyone.

How that could be was beyond you. You weren’t strong or dangerous like the few guards you glimpsed. Neither were you as sophisticated as the butler or the other members of staff you came across thus far. It was as if even the serving staff were selected for decorum. You looked as uncomfortable and undignified as you felt to be standing where you were. Your steps faltered and you let yourself fall behind, your eyes tracking Alucard’s retreating back up ahead with longing, knowing it would be unwise to seek his touch in the midst of watching eyes.

Rumbling laughter echoed as his touch brushed your mind once again. You are a human within a human organization. It is the police girl and I who are out of place, silly child.

His voice jolted you from your reveries and you rushed to catch up. You prayed Alucard was correct as you were ushered up a grand set of stairs in solid oak and into another room, forcefully straightening your back with the meek hope of projecting poise you did not feel.

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The stout door fell shut behind you, and with it went the last of your freedom. Your gaze fell on the lone figure by a sprawling wooden desk where a stoic blonde woman sat with her mouth hidden behind intertwined fingers. She wore men’s attire, complete with a cravat and cross at her throat. The outfit suited her demeanor well. The light reflected off her glasses and when the glint passed, you caught the brilliant calculating stare of crystal blue.

You immediately knew you were being evaluated. You let out a breath as the nervous weight returned, coiling heavily in your stomach and your gaze nearly fell from hers. Shifting your weight to your other foot, your fingers twitched as you fought the urge to stick your hands in your pockets.

You only remembered to keep breathing when Walter put a closed fist to his lips and cleared his throat.

“You are looking at Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, head of the Hellsing Organization.” Walter swept forward and bent at the hips in a formal bow to address his master, then retreated into the shadows of the room. You could barely see the man once he settled against the wall by Integra’s side.

You didn’t meet Sir Hellsing’s gaze again for fear of appearing overly bold, but lowered your head in greeting. You licked your lips and nibbled the inside of the bottom, still trying desperately not to let out too many indications of your anxiety. It felt like you were being stripped bare. This was Alucard’s master. Her presence was just as commanding and words wouldn’t come to your now parched throat.

Long moments passed in silence as your heart hammered away. There was no slouch in your posture nor restless bounce to your feet. You would not allow yourself to present yourself in such a slovenly manner. Though you were under no physical threat, you may as well have been on trial at a cross examination.

Your silent judge took out a cigar and spoke at last.

“So this is the woman occupying my servant's time. And who inspired him to steal my jet for a night,” the master of the castle uttered casually with a raised brow and an unreadable grin.

Walter stepped up to her side to light the cigar she dangled between her lips and she exhaled with a plume of smoke. The spicy aromas of tobacco and leather filled your nose. Sir Hellsing took another extended draw with her eyes closed before letting it out. The ghostly fumes trailed into the air in lazy tendrils and gradually vanished.

You too wanted to disappear under the scrutiny of so many intimidating people, but her words caught your attention.

You shot Alucard a dirty look. He stole it? But of course he did. It was exactly like how you came home one night to an empty apartment. The bat bastard had collected all your stuff for 'safekeeping' and announced it was time for you to move in with him. What about your human rights?! The asshole next to you cackled boorishly and appeared much too pleased with himself.

“Shut up about that! It isn’t funny!” You snapped at him before remembering yourself too late as you looked back at Sir Integra with mortification. “I mean–”

Surprise passed fleetingly by the other woman’s face until it was replaced by the faintest hint of a smile. “At ease,” she waved you off as the damn vampire interrupted.

“Delightfully feisty, is she not, Master?”

"Alucard, the circumstances may be amusing to you, but do not forget that I gave you leave to bring a civilian here. Hellsing’s purpose is no trifling matter.” The woman reprimanded the vampire before her gaze settled on you. “You are his responsibility. However, you will undergo basic training. Do not make me rescind this demonstration of goodwill."

Your heart plummeted at the mention of training, knowing you would struggle under the tutelage of anyone who hunted monsters for a living. But you were permitted to stay with Alucard (even if you complained a lot). Not knowing what response was most appropriate, you stood even straighter at attention with your chin tilted up slightly. This was a military compound afterall.

“Yes ma’am!” You shouted, though you felt no confidence from the declaration.

Her lips twitched as her expression softened a touch. Steel blue eyes continued to appraise you, yet the severe furrow to her brows eased. Her fingers drummed across the desk. Unexpectedly, she gave you her blessings.

"Take care of him. He is little more than a sobbing child," she stated.

Huh? Who was this woman to insult him so? You looked to Alucard, but the said vampire didn’t seem offended. Rather, he was grinning from ear to ear, appearing very pleased he was permitted to keep you. You were utterly confused by their dynamic.

“I expect as much from the woman who earned my wayward servant’s affections. You may leave.” She dismissed you.

Your vampire turned, hiding you from prying eyes and murmuring words only meant for you. "This is now your home, little dove." He caressed the crown of your head as you stared at him with huge eyes filled with uncertainty. His eyes snapped to a younger blonde girl standing by the wall who you did not notice prior and she stumbled awkwardly to attention with a salute.

“Ah, y-yes, Master!”

You left the chamber accompanied by a young changeling and the warmth of her sire’s gaze lingering on your back.

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Seras, the relatively new fledgling, was your tour guide. A part of you still wanted to dislike her, but she was just too sweet. It was nice to have someone normal to talk to who didn’t make you feel like you were strapped to a dissection table.

“Soooo…you came here with Master?!” She ventured after half an hour of meaningless banter and showing you around the training grounds.

“Yes I did.” You were uncomfortable with the prospects of having to explain your relationship to anyone since you've never had to, but the feeling was particularly intense with Alucard's changeling.

“How did you meet?” She asked while turning back to you with a chipper smile.

Gosh, this was getting so awkward you almost wanted to scratch your own head.

“...We ran into each other one night after I was done at work…” Your thoughts raced. Could she smell the half-truth? Seras seemed naive and kind of cute, but she remained a stranger you just met. How much could you tell her? How much did she already know?

“Oh! I hope you were okay! Master would insult me if I did something like that,” she casted her eyes to the side and pouted, nearly deflating with her attestation.

You chortled with laughter, empathising with the young girl as you stated with a vacant stare, “He laughs at me all the time.”

At that she cheered up and the tension in your thoughts released as the two of you found some common ground while venting about Alucard’s indiscretions.

You walked side-by-side. The blonde vampiress rambled on as she took you through the main features of the manor. Hall after hall passed as she led you between each room you would need.

Wainscotting, coffered ceilings, gilded crown moulding, crystal chandeliers, plush carpets, rare marble tiles. Every lavish upgrade you could think of, you saw somewhere in the residence without it appearing gaudy. It was stunning, but…strangely gloomy. And just like the way Shangri-la was not you, you were a fish out of water here as well. The feeling only grew stronger the further you went. You scoffed at Alucard’s assertion that you belonged here, sorely missing the warm coziness of a home that was no longer yours.

As you toured the premises with Seras, it became apparent that there were way fewer servants of the kind you expected, the ones who would help run an estate of this size. Sure there were cleaners and workers in the kitchen and the manor was tasteful and clean. But oddly, it was soldiers who made up the bulk of the visible staff.

You and Seras passed another patrol as she showed you to your bedroom on the second floor.

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You bid her goodnight and sighed with relief when you were at last afforded the luxury of privacy.

Your jacket hung in an open closet. All your belongings were there in the room, packed into boxes in a neat corner. That was the entirety of it? Your possessions were certainly humble when juxtaposed into a room as spacious as this. After exploring your storage options, you began the tedious work of unpacking.

A wealth of information was delivered to you today. You were reeling from whiplash. Even if Alucard previously broached the topic of moving in, the abrupt relocation into this organization was overwhelming.

Your new ‘home’ was beautiful, yet…everything about it was dreadfully formal and you got the sense that this compound operated under a rigid hierarchy and set of rules.

This was no simple rich person's playground and getting used to this authoritarian setting was going to be beyond difficult. You tossed around in bed as your thoughts wandered. Did your place here depend entirely on Alucard and Integra’s favour? You knew your vampire would not allow you to be mistreated, yet you did not know your standing without Alucard by your side nor what was expected of you. What would become of you?

They said it would be easier if you slowly transitioned to a nocturnal lifestyle if you were to live here, but you were exhausted by everything you saw. As you rolled into the soft satin sheets to try and sleep, you sighed. The opulence that was present even in your new bedroom was entirely foreign.

Everywhere you went, the people you encountered were pleasant, but the stares and whispers followed closely on your tails. They knew. Everyone knew you came with Alucard and of the sudden delivery of a stranger’s belongings before you were brought here. And guessing your relationship was no challenge.

You had barely seen Alucard since you arrived. Instead you were escorted from one oversized room to the next as Seras stuffed your head with random facts you’d need to know. As you were thrown flailing headfirst into the world of the supernatural (which you didn’t wholly ask for), the simmering doubt bubbled into a seething boil.

They said Alucard stayed in the basement. Some familiarity would be much appreciated right now. Would you be in trouble? You wanted to see him more than anything to know that everything will be okay. To sit in his lap and stare into the sunset as he soothed away your fears with the lull in his words and gentle touch.

You stayed on your toes to muffle unnecessary noise as you slipped out of your room and traced your path back to a hidden entrance in an unassuming hallway, which was where Seras told you he stayed during your tour.

With careful hands, you pulled at the door, which didn’t budge until you put your weight behind it and yanked. You winced at the unoiled creak that groaned louder than thunder in the silence.

It was a staircase.

You saw only as far as four steps down before it became pitch black. You walked in anyways and closed the door behind you so no one would be privy to you sneaking around.

You couldn't see anything. There was no moonlight or wall lights. Just the nothingness that swallowed you whole as you shut yourself in.

Alucard. You called him.

No reply.

He must be here. His signature was ubiquitous, a welcome oppression that gave density to the air you inhaled. You felt around blindly, and softly, softly, in the shadows, one tentative step at a time, you made it to the bottom of the stairs while remaining close to the wall. Your fingers brushed a plaque and you traced the letters tentatively.

...T-O-R…TORTURE?

Surely that must be wrong. Unease rippled through your mind as you gulped. You hugged yourself and rubbed your ears. Without the whisper of your steps, the silence became deafening as well. With nothing to see or hear, you stood alone in a void, but he was here. You knew it in your soul.

You stayed put to try letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light, but even that was hopeless. You couldn’t even differentiate if your eyes were open or closed. This was the kind of place where spidery demons of legend ambush their prey from the shadows. There was an almost imperceptible draft blowing past you and the air felt wet. Your nose curled with revulsion as you imagined what this place must look like.

The darkness and silence and moldy dampness gave you the creeps, but this was his lair. Monsters and whatnot may lurk in this world, but the scariest of them all…was your lover. You were invincible here. Nothing could harm you.

You let out an audible breath to remind yourself that you have only temporarily lost your senses. Sightless, you kept shuffling along, staying close to the walls to help guide your way. Whether this place was cramped, you could not tell, not even if it was a hallway or an open cavern. Your flesh prickled into chicken skin from the eeriness.

While everyone else stayed in the lavish manor above, Alucard lived here?

Minor interactions from the day welled up and you recounted how uneasy others were around him. Were you once the same? Realization dawned and your chest squeezed tight. He gave his services to this organization, but they treated him like…a monster to be caged, ostracized, and feared. Your lips pressed together in a taut line as you picked up the pace to rush to your vampire.

You ran out of wall to follow. You must have arrived at a turn. Or it could be a wall ending within a spacious room.

Alucard? You reached for him in your mind.

Still he did not answer. You stumbled over your feet and dithered where you were. Perhaps coming here uninvited was a bad idea, but before you could decide which direction to walk next, you heard him.

This is no place for a sweet human like yourself. Turn back.

"Why bring me all the way here only to turn me away now?"

Speaking out loud was equivalent to screaming into the abyss, shattering the engulfing silence. It reverberated and your words echoed off into the distance for you to voice your question over and over. "You invited me to live with you. I came to Hellsing for you. I chose to be here with you."

A pregnant pause after your words faded. When there was nothing for several more moments and you were about to march forward blindly anyways, he answered.

Very well. Come to me, he whispered.

Alucard lit the way. Hundreds of thousands of eyes opened along the stones, guiding the path to him. You now saw you were in a long corridor, the end of which was not visible.

You followed his macabre lead, feeling his pull more as you neared, a tyrannical energy that grew more potent with each step. The blanket of power was so welcome.

He had such a flair for theatrics. He could just come out and greet you like a good host. Chuckling bounced around your head.

There is no fun in that, little one.

You snorted, but sobered up as you studied your newly visible surroundings. The basement was not yet finished. It was bleak and indeed dank with mildew. Something dripped in the distance.

Alucard lives here? This was no home. This repugnant hole in the ground was more like…a dungeon.

”How unseemly for a lady to come seeking a monster’s company at night,” the vampire murmured, pressing behind your back with his hands wrapped around your waist. You gasped at the unexpected presence, then sighed in relief and leaned back into him.

"You aren't a monster," you said softly while reaching back to pull him against you by the thighs. It was true that you hadn’t truly thought of him as one in a very long time. His chest rumbled from purring as he nuzzled into the side of your head. “Your home is so lonely.” You pushed your forehead to his as he continued to nudge against you, closing your eyes to breathe him in as a wave of sadness washed over your senses.

As you basked in his solid presence behind you, the darkness lost its foreboding. You were now wrapped in the safe blanket of night. His darkness, which hid and protected you, unweaved the intricate web ensnaring you with fear. He disappeared as you made your way into a clearing, but your fright was already banished. Knowing Alucard was right here with you gave you peace of mind.

Meagre torches came on one by one and you followed the garish light that made you squint. Everywhere your eyes fell, empty blood bags were illuminated by each consecutive lamp alighting, leading to a massive throne that occupied the middle of the room. There Alucard sat in solitude with his chin on a fist. Blood splattered the floor where the drained packets lay.

“I have been famished lately,” he rumbled, his bangs shielding one gleaming eye from view.

“What’s new? Do you always gorge yourself like this? Such a messy eater.” You replied with a cringe, then looked away from the littered floor. “I couldn't sleep, so I decided to pay you a visit.”

The King smiled a toothy grin and extended a hand to you. “Come here, little one.”

Tiptoeing gingerly around the blood sacks, you reached the King, who pulled you into his lap. As you leaned against him, your tension from the day melted away from the physical contact and you yawned.

You lay your head on Alucard’s shoulder, then peered up at him through lidded eyes.

“A lot of things happened today,” you mumbled.

“...”

“I was shown so many rooms and told so many things, I doubt I’d even remember all of it, especially the arbitrary rules. I’m sure I’d get lost though.”

“...”

“There’s a hallway with these classical paintings, the ones with the fancy gold frames. They look like they might be originals! It was really weird how they were all just a bit tilted though. Is that something rich people just do for rich people's reasons?”

You were rambling. He must already know the random trivia when it came to this mansion, but you continued to blab about the various things you were shown in the Hellsing manor as your lover quietly listened to you unload. Your heart quivered, the stress from the move at last catching up.

"...Why me, Alucard?" You whispered against his chest as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

"You are a fool if you must ask."

He plucked you from his lap and took you through another room, where you spotted a palatial bed to the side, fit for a king, but he brought you to his coffin instead. It was an enormous wooden box, glossy black with engraving that you couldn’t discern in the poor lighting. The lid floated off by itself and you peeked inside.

It looked like a velvet mattress padded with cushioning on the sides. If it weren’t for the knowledge that it was a coffin, it wouldn’t be too bizarre at all. You glanced over and saw Alucard looking at you as if he was waiting for you to freak out. You got in instead.

It was surprisingly spacious inside, until Alucard joined and crowded you. Clearly these were made for single occupation! The lid closed and darkness engulfed you. This was supposed to be creepy, but you found yourself remarkably unbothered as the vampire rearranged the two of you until he was under you with the silken fabric of his cravat against your face.

No heartbeat. The dead silence of his chest was well-known to you. Up so close to the one you wanted most the entire time you were here, you began to drift.

That you braved the dark to seek him for comfort gave Alucard great pleasure. Now locked in with him, there was no way to escape the coffin unless he allowed it. He let his mind wander. A balm to his battered soul, that was what you were.

“My Darling, if there ever comes a time you are in danger and I am absent, hide in this coffin. It will provide you with some measure of protection.”

You mumbled something in reply and burrowed into him, but your vampire wasn’t ready to let you fade away.

His hands roamed your body, his erection pressed taut against your stomach. He dragged you up by the armpits as you squealed until his lips met yours. Smooth lips tugged at you and you groggily let him in, distantly wondering what you would do if copper filled his mouth.

It didn’t. He tasted, as always, of vintage wine, and you melted into him with the yearning of a day spilling over. Suckling his tongue, you shyly brought his hands from your back to your chest and pressed his fingertips into the fat pads there. He was happy to massage you, making you squirm when he rolled and pinched your peaks.

Through a closed-eye grin, you giggled, "You’re freezing, but I'll keep you warm when you sleep from now on."

The vampire's cock twitched. Vibrant orangey-yellow irises narrowed slightly before swirling with affection as he squeezed you to his chest with extra limbs.

You slipped towards sleep with a smile on your face. At last, while you lay in a cramped wooden box underground on top of a living corpse, you were comfortable to be where you were.

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Pain.

You gasped. The shocking sensation seared your nerves, yet you found it impossible to remove yourself from the terrible feeling. It passed immediately as the pain numbed, then melded into pleasure unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Your mind went blank as another wave rolled through simultaneously with a distant pull at your neck. Have you gone mad? If people abused drugs for ecstasy such as this, you too would go delirious from addiction.

Blood feeds blood.

Your body jolted feebly under a weight that would not give way, forcing you to remain immobile and endure the electrified sparks up your spine.

Alucard.

His teeth sank deep into your throat as he took that lengthy drag. Your essence funnelled into him while you spun, intoxicated from desire.

Blood calls blood.

Excruciatingly enticing.

You tilted your head to grant him access to your soul.

Blood is, and blood was,

You didn’t even wince this time as slick pooled from blazing loins and your back arched. More. You needed more.

He was inside you. Thick and delicious and somehow you were accommodating him despite his immense size, the siren-song of his whispers in your ears, rending your existence apart with sultry thoughts and promises of eternity.

And blood shall ever be.

He was pounding you into the plush cushions of a coffin. Making you whole. An angel found her wings.

Daughter of the Night.

Pain and pleasure were the same. Coherent thought escaped as you became one. The only certainty was that this was meant to be–

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The Bird of Hermes is My Name

Eating My Wings to Keep Me Tame

You woke with a start panting, sweat clinging to your brows and soaking your back. You were indeed lying on plush cushions and still inside the coffin with your crotch soaked in juice. There was suddenly so much room?

No, you were not alone. Alucard was on top of you as a weighted blanket of shadow. His hand was tight on your mound.

"Such indelicate fantasies you hold, my Dear."

You may have been in absolute darkness, but you heard the smirk in his voice. A giant eye opened, hovering where you assumed the coffin’s lid was, examining you with a wild gaze as invisible hands palmed your body. Your sopping pussy throbbed as she recalled the dream.

"Ha! As if! You put those delusions in my head!"

The vampire chuckled at the retort.

It felt so real. You could almost feel his phantom teeth in your vein and your lifeblood leaving the warm confines of your vessel to mingle with his. You could almost feel him moving through you, filling you. You shuddered with craving for that completeness again.

But what was that?

You grasped through the haze searching for something you didn't know. All you had were fragments of a barely remembered dream that made no sense.

The coffin lid lifted and you drank in the new air.

His shadow rippled and slid around you as if he was your sleeping bag. “Perhaps I went too far. Back to sleep, Dear. There are long days ahead of you.”

You chucked it down to Alucard being Alucard and putting strange ideas in your mind. His eye was so red and lustrous, almost like a prized ruby, though it shimmered even without light. You shifted however much you could and relaxed. It really had been a long day and night. You were so drained, you knew you would fall asleep the moment your eyes closed. Your confusion dissipated as you settled and it was apparent you could barely move in his embrace.

Alucard wrapped you snugly. Reassuringly.

For the first time since coming to Hellsing, you felt a sense of belonging within the claustrophobic confines of a vampire's coffin, something akin to being at home.

You slept like a newborn until midday.

Yours.

~To Be Continued~

Next chapter: Just Another Day in Paradise -------------------- Notes: (Please read)

A modified version of this chapter (with a sort of “happily ever after”) was originally intended to be the end of this story. But after a reader asked about whether Millennium will feature, I think yes, since the relationship between Alucard and his Reader would be incomplete without delving into some of Hellsing’s enemies. And so this fic continues again haha.

Now that we will be covering canon events and the main cast is finally featured, I’m honestly full of trepidation. Whereas when it was only Alu and Reader, I felt I was allowed to do whatever I wanted (to some extent). With Millennium coming into the picture also brings the issue of handling triggering/sensitive content. I am super scared I’ll screw up the story from here on out. There is an outline for most of the upcoming chapters, but the story will not be fully canon-compliant. Rather, it will only be inspired by canon events and I will take some liberties with how vampire things work.

But know that the story gets darker and the rating will change to “Explicit” (possibly even DD:DNE due to the chapters with Millennium). Please heed the tags and warnings when the time comes.

I hope you guys don’t mind the references to other popular media and works, of which there are a number throughout this fanfic. Fantasy is my favourite genre and my favourite author (Brandon Sanderson) loves to incorporate references to his other books within his epic fantasy world, where all of the different planets are linked by common origins, magic principles (even if the magic systems themselves differ), and an unseen war between their gods spanning millennia. The storylines and characters are starting to collide in Sanderson’s “Cosmere.” Whenever I spot some of these ‘Easter eggs,’ I feel so self-satisfied and like I’m such a good fan. I hope you smile too if you see one of my references to a song/movie/novel/play/anime/musical/etc.

P.S. You sweet summer child. You don’t bring up “human rights” with Vlad the Impaler :D

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I caved and finally made a Trolls oc. I don’t have a lot on her, but she’s a precious bean.

Briar is a pop troll, but she loves all kinds of music. She briefly lost her cool after feeling like she didn’t fit in amongst her fellow pop trolls when she just no longer felt happy singing or dancing to the pop music, but once she heard other music her color came back. She definitely enjoys rock more than pop, but purely because she’s gotten tired of hearing only pop for her whole life. Variety is key in keeping her happy. She got the skull belt after the events of World Tour because she just loved it so much. The flower in her hair is a clip on jewelry type thing, the flower is fake because she would have to constantly get a new flower every time the original one died. As stated above she lowkey a fan of BroZone. She liked them a lot when she was younger, but now that she’s older she feels silly for being so into the group. Though that does stop her from occasionally listening to their record every once in awhile as a way to just let her be herself.

I really only caved and made a Trolls oc because of @tea0w0stache and @0ketlyn-s Brotherhood AU. It’s so good and I love all the designs and love Bruce (Spruce is just my favorite character in the Trolls canon anyways). That love has been channeled into my oc (for the fun of it) because I have her having a crush on Bruce but she really just keeps it to herself. However, as an outcast (because she’s not that big of a fan of how the pop trolls worship JD, Bruce and Floyd like they’re a godsend) she does occasionally talk to Poppy about things because she really doesn’t know who else to talk to that just will listen. Plus, Briar really isn’t good with socializing. She tends to stick to herself and just makes things that could possibly make their hidden existence better. She would love to be more sociable, but prefers to view things from a distance. The flower skirt she wears is actually something she’s made. She’s pretty good at making outfits, but she makes other things. Especially if she’s in a really creative mood.

Don’t take what I said for the Brotherhood AU seriously since it’s not my AU and I purely made that version of her for fun. BH!Poppy and BH!Bruce do not belong to me, they belong to Dex and Ket. As far as I know the AU is still underdevelopment and whatnot. If you’re interested go check out both of their blogs and ask them about it. I’m purely an outsider just looking in and creating a bit of fun (and small bit of fanart). Go support the two of them, they’re really cool people!!!

Anyways, idk if I’ll actually do much with Briar since I just couldn’t resist making a Trolls oc any longer. With that being said hope you all enjoyed the art! If you want to see more Briar art let me know, any questions on her you are free to ask. Likes are nice, but reblogs help others see the art so if you want your mutuals and followers to see it reblog it ^w^ As always, hope you’re having a wonderful day and stay creative!

#my art #my digital art #my oc #my oc art #troll oc #trolls #trolls oc #trolls original character #briar trolls oc #brotherhood au #not my au #fanart?#a bit of fanart #oc art #brotherhood au poppy #brotherhood au bruce

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sprucefrog · 8 months

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Korok of a man

#even before the moss he was such a korok #bdoubleo #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #iskall85 #iskall #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s6 #hc #hc6 #spruce clips #mcyt

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matmiraculous · 3 months

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Bug AU

Did someone ask for Bug AU info dump? No? Too bad. So trolls in this au are usually 4-5 inches tall instead of 5-6 like regular trolls

Each tribe is a different type of bug. Pop are moths, Classical are crickets, Rock are wasps/bees, Funk are beetles, Techno are dragonflies, Country are spiders.

They're basically like little fairies? Kinda? Its like regular trolls but with bug features. Pop trolls for example, have antenna, wings, and are extra fluffy.

Pop trolls usually learn to actually fly (as opposed to gliding) around 13 so young trollings don't get hurt or in trouble.

Rock trolls have stingers instead of tail tufts.

Country trolls are spider centaurs.

Funk trolls are the biggest trolls.

Bergens in this au are reptilian and kept the pop trolls in a terrarium instead of a cage.

To keep trolls from escaping during Trollstice, Bergen's clipped their wings, involving punching a hole into each piece of the wing. Said hole never heals and it permanent in the case a troll manages to escape.

Pop trolls have different "roles" in their society. Builders, gatherers, (when in the village) scouts, and entertainers. Spruce, Floyd and Branch were entertainers.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #tbt #trolls tbt #bug au #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls brozone

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melpomene-writes · 8 months

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sleeper

minatozaki sana x gn! reader // angst (slight mention of blood)

your nails are bright pink, short-clipped, glinting in the dim light as you draw a line over sana’s bare stomach.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask.

“you,” sana says. her eyes are on your hands as they drift, slow and almost lazy, sketching swirls across her summer-darkened skin. around you both, the room is quiet except for cicadas screaming outside, the humming of the old lamp above your heads. it’s just the two of you — backlit, you’re sitting on sana’s hips and falling into her headfirst. sana’s eyelashes flutter. “always.”

you smile faintly, drag a finger down her side, from rib to hip.

“and you?”

“you,” you agree, almost sadly. “always.”

///

unfortunately, this is a dream.

///

one of the dreams you like, of course.

real life, not so much. real life is not so forgiving. real life goes like this: you wake up every day from dreams like these, and you are so in love with sana it hurts, and you are never going to say a god damn thing about it.

there’s also starting to be something knotted and heavy in your chest. a hopeless, uncomfortable ache. like the one they always describe in depression pamphlets.

it’s fine, you think. you are still, mostly, able to smile. so, you ignore it.

///

in ninth grade, your whole life starts to look like this blurry, vaguely sana-shaped shell.

“what did you dream about last night?”

you look up, startled.

“you look exhausted,” sana adds, pouting in sympathy. she’s stretched out across your couch, one foot hanging off the side and swinging absently, eyebrows raised in concern. it takes you a long time to bring her face into focus. “you had a bad dream?”

“yeah,” you say, meaning no, “it was pretty bad,” meaning god, i wish real life was more like that, meaning: you loved me back, and god damn, sana, everything was just perfect. “lots of spiders.” meaning so many people came to our wedding. “i couldn’t leave.” meaning: everyone saw it coming.

“oh.” sana sits up. concern is in her eyes, and she laces your fingers together slowly, deliberately, full of the kind of love you don’t need. in the afternoon light she seems vaguely made up. “i’m sorry.”

you look down at your hands.

“it’s fine,” you say, smiling faintly, swallowing. meaning it’s just not.

///

on a monday night, you get upgraded to nightmares.

there’s a dog across the patio. you’re in greece, probably, in a vacation house. it looks like a building from santorini: huge and white, all curved, and you and the dog are on the roof, sort of — a square space, brick-floored, ten yards above the ground. a breeze murmurs across the property, just barely. the sky is bright blue and cloudless where you can see it through the branches of an overgrown spruce tree on the right; there’s an s-shaped pool in the yard below, rippling slightly, surrounded by perfectly manicured grass and a fence of palm trees. you realize you’re sitting on a lawn chair, near the edge of the patio, and that you’re dripping something thin and golden off every inch of your skin, something that puddles around your bare feet and in the cracks of the floor, glimmering slightly when the sun hits it.

the dog tilts its head. it’s brindled, pretty big, with dark brown eyes and slobbery jowls like a st. bernard. much sleeker than that, but still well-muscled. sinew piled up like a mountain scape under its dark skin. the house is deathly quiet. you get the very distinct feeling that this whole town is empty.

the wind ceases.

the dog growls, tongue lolling out of its mouth in a pant, and you can smell its breath from across the patio.

“just kill me already,” you say, annoyed, “and i can wake up. okay?”

it regards you for a second, as if considering. saliva drips down around its feet from its open mouth.

then it turns and disappears around a corner.

you spring up after it. you go flying down a set of open-air stairs to the glimmering pool and the dead grass, the steps flanked by poinsettias, the sun so bright you have to wave it out of your face like a bug. the dog’s claws make a clicking sound even in the dirt. you follow it around the edge of the pool, wondering how it leaves footprints in such dry soil, and it finally draws to a pause after the two of you make a full loop. when you look up, sana and taehyung are standing in front of you.

“what are you doing here?” sana blinks at you, silent. her hair is curled down to her waist and dripping wet, her eyes dark even in the sunlight, her face completely blank. momo is wearing the same indeterminable expression.

the dog is circling around their feet, placid.

“hello?”

sana turns to look at taehyung, lightning fast, and whispers something in her ear. taehyung does nothing, but the dog reacts instantly, its gaze sharpening, ears perking, eyes zeroing in on you. it pauses at sana’s feet, calculating. then moves forward.

“what are you doing?”

the dog snarls.

“what did you say to it?” you back up, and it follows, slow and steady. ripping up the grass with its claws. vibrating all over.

“sana—” the growling crescendos to a bark, and fear strikes your heart — your feet catch on the edge of the pool, and you stumble, feeling the water splash up over your ankle, you’re hauntingly aware of sana’s eyes watching your every move. “sana, i—”

“sorry,” the dog says, in a human voice — in sana’s voice, almost. and it pauses for half a second, giving you time to cry out, before it leaps forward with an impossible strength, apologizing again in sana’s voice, and pushes you into the water, claws snagged in your shirt, its whole body thrashing with a snarl that pulls all the breath out of your lungs, and you wake up and you’re never a dog person again.

///

“y/n, are you okay?”

“yeah,” you answer, absent. “i haven’t been sleeping well.”

you woke up this morning with circles so dark they looked like black holes. your excuse is an understatement.

“you’re not yourself.” sana’s lips are set in a frown. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m tired.”

“besides that.”

“nothing.”

“don’t lie to me, y/n.”

“you wouldn’t understand.”

“try me.”

that long pause, fragile, tenuous.

“i’m so tired,” you say, softly. tears brim in your eyes. “sana, i’m exhausted.”

sana’s features fall into place — concern, sympathy, sadness. she holds out both arms. “come here.”

her offer hurts more than it helps, but you take it.

///

you fall into your dream, the one with the dog again. right next to you this time. staring out at the pool as you face the other way.

“hey, you,” you say. it doesn’t move. under its black-and-brown fur you can see its lungs inhaling, exhaling, slowly, its expression calm and body perfectly still. you lean over and rest your forehead on its shoulder. the sun beating down on the back of your neck, its fur smelling warm and strangely real.

“we’re done being enemies now, huh? i don’t really know what you tried to teach me last time.”

the dog does nothing. you sigh.

“i am so ready to die,” you say. the words sharp in your chest. “and you’re not going to help me out, are you?”

it starts to pant, looking down at the pool. you squint: at the bottom of the six-foot end is a vaguely human-shaped hole, dark and glimmering, cut out to your size.

the dog looks at it, at you. then says in sana’s voice, “you dug it yourself.”

oh.

you are exhausted to the bone.

“i get it,” you say, climbing to your feet. the sun is still shining, and the grave is pulling you in like a magnet. “i don’t need your help anyway.”

///

“depression,” the doctor announces, scribbling something on her clipboard. “could be seasonal affective. but manic, more likely.”

you snap to attention.

“it’s winter?” she asks, surprised.

sana looks like she’s about to cry.

“is she grieving?”

“no,” sana says. her face is bright with anger, body stiff, hands curled into fists at her side. “i don’t think so. she won’t tell me.”

“it’s a possibility. i’ll give you the number of a few therapists, see what they can do, if they think medication, is a good idea.”

“thank you,” your mother says. you try to look at her, but your vision is swimming. you reach out, to grab sana’s hand — and for this one brief second, your heart starts to work again. but then sana’s phone lights up with taehyung’s number, vibrating, a heart next to her name, and you drop it, and the whole thing starts all fucking over again.

///

you’re flat on your back. the dog is sitting on your chest, heavier than it looks, paws resting against your neck. looking down at you, as impenetrable as ever.

“i hate you,” you say, feeling strangely peaceful. the dog blinks. above you, its head eclipses part of the sun, outlined in pouring gold, backlit. you stroke a hand down its chest. the fur is soft, and its breathing measured. blood is oozing, slowly, slowly, out of the puncture wounds in your chest. claw marks. but accidental.

“i know i’m stupid,” you continue. “but you’re not making it any easier.”

you tilt your head backward, off the edge of the patio. birds chirping. the hole in the pool, tantalizingly empty.

///

“i keep having these dreams about you.”

sana stares at you, stunned. she’s been over for hours, and these are the first words you’ve said: hoarse, calm, detached.

“you’re a dog,” you continue. “brindle. i’ve had it three times and it gets closer every time it happens. it talks in your voice. it killed me the first time. and after that i just kept killing myself. don’t worry,” you add, seeing the stricken look on sana’s face.

“i love you,” sana says softly.

“sana, i am so far gone,” you say, your voice breaking, and sana’s hands are shaking when she leans over and pulls you into a hug so tight and so urgent it hurts. her whole body is radiating a feverish warmth, and you suffocate in her hair as sana sobs into your shoulder, saying “i love you, saying “me too”, saying — when she pulls away, jaw set and face flushed, “we can come together.”

you swallow: “i don’t know if i can,” you respond, helpless, and sana just says, “do it for me.”

so of course, you do.

///

it takes so long. god, it takes so long.

but you do it.

for sana. with sana. six months later, a song comes on in your car that you used to love, and you start to sing along like you haven’t in forever, and it’s just such a moment that sana bursts out laughing, practically exploding with happiness, so hard that the two of you have to pull the truck over. it’s always hard. it always will be. but something is working again that didn’t used to.

at least, it does for a while.

on a friday in eleventh grade, sana gets drunk and kisses you, and for a moment, you feel the flight of hope in your chest — but sana leans back, laughs it off, and says she got a head start on the phase that’s supposed to happen in college.

and that’s all she says.

and oh, man. that fucking burns.

you leave. instantly. sana is crossfaded and whines as you crawl out the window, but you pay no attention. you leave and leave and leave. it feels like something coming out of a crawlspace coming out of a crawlspace, coming out of you, blowing out the door. your vision is swimming with so many tears you trip three times on the way home. sana calls you and calls you and you don’t pick up.

fucking unbelievable. your apartment is empty. it’s ninth grade all over again. it hurts worse this time, you think, slamming the door shut behind you, because it was so much closer.

sana said “i love you” the way out. high as shit but really meaning it. you could see it in her eyes.

so maybe tomorrow will be better. maybe. if you get one.

///

three sleeping pills but it’s only dusk. even though it was 1 am when you came home. somehow, this dream is clearer than all the others, even though the medicine that’s supposed to blunt your nightmares.

the greek house, sunset, colder than last time, all the white walls cut with dark shadows and fading yellow light. the wind existing, but barely. your hair is wet and starchy when you run a hand through it, and everything is the same as it was two years ago, the drying grass, the pool, the brick floors. the same shivering sequoia on the right. no dog.

you get up and pad down the stairs, barefoot, the poinsettias still in bloom. in the yard, there’s still no dog. the whole world is silent. there are no other houses, you realize, outside your vine-draped fence.

unperturbed, you open the sliding door for the first time. inside is a long dining table, couches lined with swirls of patterned blankets, a tv that won’t turn on. the floorboards creak no matter where you step. you continue through an empty kitchen and three doors to the hallway, where there’s a spiral staircase and a glass-walled garden. there are bedrooms and bathrooms on the right, too many to count, but you’re not really interested.

instead, you open the front door. outside: a dirty driveway, a swatch of grass, the chain-link fence. it’s getting colder by the second.

the dog is waiting for you. sitting still. its mouth closed for once. eyes glinting.

you step toward it, run your fingers along the top of its head, but it darts away toward the opening on the driveway, and you follow.

on the other side of the fence: sana and taehyung, hand in hand.

there is no gate.

you look at the dog, and something in your chest snaps into place.

“i fucking knew it,” you say.

it shrugs. sana looks over at her, confused, concerned, then at taehyung, who has the same perplexed expression. you drop to your knees and stare the dog right in the face, an uncontrollable anger vibrating in your fingertips.

“i knew it,” you repeat, giggling hysterically, and then the dog tilts its head and apologizes, in that strange, sad voice that you only now realize is your own, before it lunges, and you let it.

///

afterwards, there is no waking up.

#kpop x reader #kpop imagines #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice sana x reader #twice sana imagines #minatozaki sana x reader #minatozaki sana imagines #sana x reader #sana imagines #girl group imagines #gxg imagines #kpop #twice #twice sana #minatozaki sana #sana #girl group #gxg

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yae-energy · 8 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ closet tour ! ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : commonly worn items (or accessories) these characters may have .

✧˖° cast & crew : megumi fushiguro , maki zenin , yuji itadori , and yuta okkotsu .

.ᐟ content warnings : cursing , yuta lwk fighting for his life

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : new layout !!!! we finally ditched the old one cause it was def time for her to GO 😭. all pictures down below are just for visual aid :)

megumi <3 : friendship bracelets

he’s got so many of them, mf got one in every damn pattern and color you can think of. and he only has this many because one summer nobara got into bracelet making.

she convinced gojo to buy her a bunch of kits and she’s been a little busy bee since ! so now every time she shows up with a new bracelet megumi feels like he has to wear it— or at least this is what he claims whenever he gets asked about it.

he actually thinks it’s sweet she’s always giving him bracelets, he’s got one for almost every outfit so it’s always coordinating !

he even wears the matching one she made for him and yuji so the three of them are always matching.

maki <3 : hair clips / claw clips

she absolutely hated them at first ngl

the only reason she started wearing them was because gojo would alwayssssssssssss buy them for her ,,

like for no good reason either, literally just cause she’s a teenage girl and sometimes girls wear hair clips. he also said she could spruce up her style a little bit because she’s “bland” and maki didn’t take that well 😭

one day though, she actually wore one of the claw clips he got her because she had no more hair ties and everybody thought she looked so cute and it made her feel nice, so she kept wearing them. over time they grew on her more and more, so she’s always got in a cute lil hair clip now.

but if she sees gojo she will immediately rip that shit out.

she wouldn’t be caught dead in something gojo gave her LMAO,, he’ll get a big head about it and don’t nobody wanna hear that.

she loves her little accessories though <3

yuji <3 : the weirdest shirts imaginable

i don’t even know where to start tbh

like i can’t even tell you where he keeps find them become i literally don’t have a single clue,, but he’s always got one on.

it started as just a fun little thing where he’d where a silly shirt once and a while. but because he keeps find them he’s ALWAYS wearing one and they’re the most hilarious things ever, cause how are you finding these???

like bro will have on the most normal fit ever, but if he unzips his jacket or takes off his hoodie you get hit with them most random t-shirt ever 😭 and every time him, nobara, and megumi go anywhere they take a picture of him in his weird ass shirts.

they even made a little photo album of it for novelty purposes.

yuta <3 : a plain white t-shirt

i’m sorry yall… but yuta is a victim of the plain white tee epidemic 😕 i hate to say it.

and he absolutely refuses to let it go too. like bro is the number one consumer of the plain white t-shirt,, LIKE LET IT GO PLEASEEEEE IM BEGGING.

panda and inumaki are SICK and TIRED, like he gets clowned for it on the daily but he literally does not give a single fuck. he’s gonna wear the white t-shirt and you cannot stop him. but because of this lifestyle choice, everyone has banned from making comments about anyone else’s style.

like if inumaki puts on some bullshit he can’t say anything 😭 and it eats him up inside cause he knows if they hear one PEEP from him, he’s getting cooked BADDDD.

and every single time he catches yuji in those weird ass shirts he gets heated 😭😭 cause how they let him get away with it but he cant wear his shirts???

all in all, he’s forever a white tee lover 😕 can’t shit be done about it.

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ysl production credits : thank you to @ivanari for helping me with my layout !! live laugh irene

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⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : take care of yourselves please ! or i WILL hunt you down. also, for those who filled out my tag list and i wasn’t tagging you in any work, it’s just cause i forgot to check it lmao 😭. mb ! imma do better. i love yall bunches, mwah x2 .

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vpet-zero · 1 year

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New art for my dragons, styled like old clip art.

spruce: https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/41015216

lawson: https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64441145

#flight rising #fr #my art

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1000punks · 5 months

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bonding. //nesting

//bonding. masterlist

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

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. discussions of past s/a. light (for now) bondage. more explicit stuff to come in later chapters.

word count: 2,829

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. i definitely blacked out and wrote this before finishing the game on this particular file for real because the final battle was frustrating the fuck out of me. named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

The past months had been an entirely welcome change for the both of them, and they had taken to domestic life with zest and fervor. It was surprising, considering that each of them were fish out of water in their own right. Festé's positive attitude had soothed the blow of descending back into the night for the elf. Astarion's intense desires to try new things had kept things more than adventurous for the ranger. They certainly made an odd couple, but anyone who knew them well could see each was exactly what the other needed.

Once the restoration of the Upper City had begun, the two made the decision to settle down somewhere nearby. They talked at length about where they would go, and what they would do, and took their time weighing their options. One night as they were walking through the Lower City, engrossed in conversation, Astarion stopped dead in front of an old townhouse. It looked abandoned and derelict in the dim lamplight of the street. Festé had watched Astarion study it, a smile spreading on their face as he dropped their hand and gave them a devious look.

"Look at this ugly old thing!" he had exclaimed, sidling up the half-broken porch and reaching into his pocket for his tools. "Why, it looks just like I did, I'm sure, the first time we met. All broken and run-down, and in need of some tender loving care." He had laughed airily, popping the rusty lock with ease, and held his hand out for Festé to take. He led them inside and positioned them in front of himself as they took in the front room together. The elf had placed his hands on their shoulders, the two slowly revolving on the spot.

"Do you… like it, Astarion?" Festé had asked, and he had drawn in a long breath. They could tell without seeing his face that he had closed his eyes. After a few moments of him being lost in his imagination, he answered.

"I do. This place has wonderful bones, and I have excellent vision. Would you indulge me, my love?"

Festé laughed heartily and turned to kiss his cheek, pulling out one of his old lines - much to the elf's chagrin - "How could I say no?"

Months passed, and the house slowly became their home. Festé took up carpentry, following Astarion's meticulous designs. Astarion spent the days indoors, choosing wood grains, fabrics, art, and other decorations to 'spruce up the place,' as he had put it. The tiefling spent days in the sun, hammering and sawing, building counters and bookcases, chairs, a table, even a bedframe. Any time Astarion called their name, they dutifully (and happily) strode inside to wrap him in a hug, letting him relish in the heat of the sun while it radiated off their skin. He would always hum and bury his face in their neck, sometimes picking them up and wrapping their body around his like a favourite coat.

Suddenly, it seemed, they had a beautiful home and a perfect life together, but Festé noticed the change in Astarion's behaviour immediately following the end of their project together. He moved about the house more fretfully than usual, and sometimes spoke in clipped tones, particularly in the mornings when it was no longer safe for him to enjoy their cozy porch. Then the flashbacks started once more, especially when the two were intimate with one another.

Astarion had developed a habit of ambushing Festé in various corners of the house, where the tiefling would happily reciprocate the attentions. He would kiss them forcefully, pressing them against the walls, on top of the bed, in the bathroom. He would always bite down their neck in the way he knew that they liked, working on opening their shirt when his movements would become mechanical. Too practiced. Festé would set their hands on his arms gently, holding still as Astarion would breathe heavily, pulling away from them with a faraway look and burying his face in his hands. Festé was patient and kind, every time, fixing their clothes and softly asking Astarion if he would like a hug before wrapping him gently in their arms, reassuring him when he would cling to them firmly and apologize.

One night, some months later, they were laying in bed together, each engrossed in their own books. Astarion had taken up learning Infernal, and was poring over an old history volume that Festé had found for him. They couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, and admittedly, a little embarrassment, that he had taken such an interest in his tiefling lover's background. He was more committed than they had thought, and had asked lots of questions as he made his way through the book. Festé preferred old Rashemaar stories, and chuckled out loud as they imagined Minsc recounting the war stories and legends in his booming voice. Astarion had one cool hand on the small of their back, and they fully enjoyed the discreet gesture of intimacy. He sighed suddenly and closed the book with a snap, and they looked up.

"What is it, love?" they tilted their head, studying his face with concern.

"My dear, I do enjoy sipping tea for hours into the night, but sometimes it is dreadfully dull." Festé knew exactly what he wasn't saying, but waited for him to continue, closing their book as well. Astarion had a way with being lighthearted in tone, while covering up what was eating at him. After this long, it wasn't very subtle. His eyes were downcast as he continued, "I… well, you know me, my love. You know that I want to try new things, and one of those things is sex. On a regular basis, and with someone I deeply care about." He looked at them, a little wide-eyed, "I don't know if it's the fact that I can't be in the sun anymore, or if I have regrets, or if I'm… simply broken, but I- I just…" Astarion took their hand suddenly. "I want to, but I don't know how to make myself feel okay, when I want to. I'm sorry, but I- "

Festé listened to him speak, squeezing his hand and interrupting in a soft voice when he began to apologize, shaking their head gently. "Star, you don't have to apologize for that. I'm not going to get bored of you if we only have sex once in a while, or not at all. There are so many ways to be intimate besides- "

"I know!" he snapped, but Festé was nonplussed, they understood he was just frustrated, and they squeezed his hand again reassuringly. "I know, my dear. But I want to." He all but growled the last words. "I want to find a way. I want to experiment with that." Festé nodded, and gestured for him to continue. "I think that part of it is the sense of control, for me. Too often I've battled with feeling out of control - whether it's my thirst, being whored out, or when I got kidnapped… all of that. And now, not being able to join you in the sun, I guess it just brought up a lot of those old feelings for me."

"That makes sense, love." Festé studied his face, it was clear that he had been mulling this over for a while. Astarion looked sheepish, as if he shared too much, and the tiefling smiled gently. "If you want to be in control, then I am more than willing to do whatever it is you ask of me. I trust you with my life."

Astarion smiled too, looking relieved. "Why don't we test that theory, you lovely little imp. Kiss me." Festé chuckled, crawling up the bed and planting a peck on his lips. "Good," he said, "Now warm me up," the elf pouted playfully. "I'm cold." Festé raised their eyebrows, reaching to move the books to the bedside table and straddling his hips before flopping down on him like a ragdoll. They laughed together, Astarion rubbing over their back. "Very good. I do have a serious question to ask you, though, and please answer honestly, my love." The tiefling nodded. "Have you ever… let anybody tie you up?"

Festé rested their cheek on their palm, considering it for a moment. "Well…" they hummed, "There was one time, in Amn, but that was when I was being interrogated." They looked up, their eyebrows knitting at his expression. "I… what? I was, and I remember it being very- " Astarion interrupted with a cackle, petting through their hair as he shook the bed with his laughter.

"During sex, my darling. Has anyone tied you up during sex?"

"Well, no. I've never trusted someone this much." They paused, taking in his surprise. "But, I can tell you that I definitely didn't… hate being tied up in Amn. I can definitely see how it would be pleasurable, with the right person." Astarion stroked their other cheek as they spoke, nodding thoughtfully.

"Do you trust me enough to try it with me, my love?" he whispered, his tone unsure.

"I do." they said simply, sitting up and gathering one of his hands to their chest. "I also trust you with a dagger, I know you would cut me out if something bad happened."

Astarion chuckled and shook his head, "You know, I'm always astounded by how easygoing you are, darling. I feel like I could tell you we need to hide a body and- "

"Do we?" They laughed together once more, Astarion grabbing the tiefling and crushing them into a hug.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · The first time was very nearly a disaster, and resulted in a stiff, sore tiefling, and a very panicked elf. Astarion carried Festé to their large bathtub at the end of the night, and once he had undressed them and put them in the steaming water, he went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine for them to share. He stripped and sat down with them in the water, pulling his poor little imp into his lap and uncorking the bottle with his teeth.

He took a sip and pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke softly. "I'm… terribly sorry, my dear. I did not realize that bending your arm that way would… would…" he bit his lip, looking distraught.

"Darling, it's hardly the first time my shoulder has been dislocated." Festé said, matter-of-factly. "And you popped it back in right away, I'll be fine."

"You can't just write a dislocated shoulder off like that, my love." Astarion gritted out, taking a deep swig of the wine and pressing the bottle into Festé's waiting hand, who swigged as well, chuckling. Astarion looked gutted, reaching out to hold their cheeks as tears welled up in his eyes. "My dearest, I am so sorry- "

"Shh, shh. I know you are, and while a dislocated shoulder has never bothered me before, I forgive you. It was an accident, Star. Please don't beat yourself up, okay?" He nodded at them begrudgingly, reaching for the bottle and setting it on the floor with a soft thud. He sniffled a bit, then slowly lifted his head, smelling the air.

"I nicked you somewhere, dear, probably when I was getting you out. Stay still…" he looked them over carefully and found the cut between their shoulderblades. "Gods below… I can't do anything right, can I?" he chuckled, helping Festé turn around in the tub. He made to pull them to rest against him, but they resisted.

"Wait, I'm bleeding anyway. Take a drink." The tiefling looked over their shoulder and then tried to twist and find the cut themself, wincing in pain before Astarion grabbed them, as gently as possible, shaking his head with a smile.

"Darling, you're hopeless." he whispered, gently pushing them to lean forward as he licked over their back, closing his lips over the cut and sucking softly.

"Yes, but you love me." They laughed, shivering a bit from his cool lips on their heated skin.

He sat up, pulling them close. "Yes, I love you. And you love me."

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It was over a month before Astarion approached them again. He hadn't been cold, but his touch had been ginger and chaste with them since the first incident. He had also forced Festé to wear their arm in a sling, which the tiefling had rolled their eyes at, but complied. They had even allowed Astarion to wait on them hand and foot for a few weeks, even if it was just to assuage his own guilt.

It was sundown, and Festé was checking themself over in the mirror, poking and prodding at their shoulder and rolling their arm over, listening. They shrugged, satisfied and began to brush out their hair to re-braid it. Astarion's cool palms landed gently on their shoulders, startling them. He chuckled, weaving his fingers into their hair and murmuring softly, "Let me, dear." The tiefling dropped their hands to their lap as he moved his through their hair, enjoying the gentle touch.

"Thank you, love." They looked up at him when he had finished, and he bent down to give them an upside-down kiss, planting a peck on their neck before straightening up.

"It would seem… that your shoulder is healed." Astarion tried and failed at nonchalance. Festé nodded, standing up and swaying with him from side to side. "Would you be so inclined as to let me try tying you up again?"

"Well, since you asked so politely, my love…" the tiefling laughed, resting their hands on his sides. "Where would you like me?"

Astarion steered them back to the bed Festé had vacated not fifteen minutes before, sitting them down with a soft thump. "We should at least keep you comfortable while I figure this out, I don't want you too sore or broken this time." He grinned, albeit a little sheepishly, and knelt up on the bed with Festé.

They tilted their head, watching him as he reached for the hank of rope next to the bed, holding out their wrists for him. He shook his head, holding up the rope and measuring with his eyes. "Let's leave your arms free, just in case, love."

They ended up staying in the bed together for hours, Festé chatting energetically and Astarion listening intently as he tried what felt like hundreds of different ties, smiling to himself all the while.

"If you're a Mephistopheles tiefling, then why aren't you blue?"

"My love, you can't just ask someone why they're not blue. That's offensive." Festé raised their eyebrows and twisting around to look at him.

"I- well, I…" Astarion's hands froze in place as he stammered. He had Festé in a complex tie. They were laying facedown on the bed, their back a map of crossing rope, and their wrists cinched together above the base of their tail.

"Relax, love." They laughed heartily, "I'm joking. I don't actually know, to answer your question. Both of my parents were blue, so maybe I'm a fluke."

Astarion sighed, "Don't scare me like that, you little imp. I thought I actually upset you." He smacked them gently on the ass. "That's interesting though, you're sure neither of them were unfaithful?"

Festé shrugged as well as they could in their position. "I don't think so, but I couldn't ask if I wanted to, they're both…"

"Dead?"

"They are, yes." Astarion picked them up off the bed, and pulled them into a hug, planting a kiss on their cheek.

"I'm sorry, love." He held them close and tight.

"Thank you for saying so," they nuzzled him and yawned. "It was just old age though, nothing extreme."

Astarion started to untie Festé slowly, glancing towards the curtains with a sigh. "It's morning already," he whined theatrically into the back of the imp's neck, slumping against them while he wrapped the rope back up.

"You know what that means? That was, hmm… ten hours of bondage, with no dislocated joints or broken bones." Festé turned, giving their elf a wide grin. "You're an expert now, aren't you?"

"Oh, my dear. If you're wanting to discuss expertise…" he gently pressed them to their back on the bed, kissing up their neck slowly and firmly before nuzzling into their shoulder with a soft hum. "Mmm… darling, may I- " he lifted his head up, biting his lip and chewing it thoughtfully. "I'm feeling…" he shifted on top of them, pressing one thigh between their legs, wrapping his arms around them and trapping them with a roguish chuckle. "I want you," he finished simply.

"Then you have a very willing captive, my love." Festé murmured. "Do you want to get the rope back out?"

Astarion considered it for a moment, moving to kiss his little imp with a slow sigh through his nose before he sat up, smiling at them. "I do, darling."

A/N: hey all, i was really nervous to post this! :'D i don't see a ton of fanfic with named!tav and Astarion, so i'm quite literally sitting here psyching myself up before i post this it makes it really nerve wracking to write some and hope that other people enjoy it anyone coming out of the woodwork with "they're not a weird couple" no they are, Festé is a dipshit (i know, i made them) and they're down bad for this elf. and the canon i could tell you from the days where they were my d&d character is too fruitful and batshit to detail here but the point is they love wet cat men so here we are, let's think of a horrible ship name together, like uhh... "range-roguer"

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