#to our dear a-fei

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(...but what if I was?)

Li Lianhua / Li Xiangyi | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023)

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Cdrama: My Uncanny Destiny (2023)

Gifs of Intro of cdrama “My Uncanny Destiny”

【Multi-Sub】 保护我方城主大人 My Uncanny Destiny 01 丨 双王不打不相识（主演： 张悦楠， 严子贤）

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hii!! i’m in love w your writing!!❤️❤️❤️ can i please request one where it’s azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,

” i’ve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? ”

” it’s my wedding ring ”

and her jaw drops bc she didn’t know he even had a lover.

” who is she? do i know her? what is she like? ”

he smiles faintly and says

” her name is y/n, she’s my mate and wife and she isn’t a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you don’t know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- ”

” YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? ”

he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader and their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks reader in the mating bond if it’s okay to bring her, nyx, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells feyre he’ll pick them all up tonight before leaving to help his wife prepare. Reader meets feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.

” how did i not know this?? this makes so much sense now. How he never sleeps here and he’s gone for days sometimes but not on missions. ” feyre asks rhysand.

”don’t worry i didn’t know for a long time either, Az is a very private person, he is extremely protective of his family. i’m glad he told me at all. either way he’s still a mystery sometimes, i learn new things about him all the time and i’ve known him for over 500 years” rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🥹😍

Haven

Warnings - none

A/n - I played with this for a while, rewrote it several times, and then made something that met in the middle of what came to mind, but still stuck with the request. Hopefully, you love it, dear 💜

Feyre had been in Velaris for 5 years. 5 long years and she had yet to figure out why Azriel kept a simple black band on his left ring finger at all times.

The two of them were on the couch, Rhys across from them, as they looked over maps of a few of the Illyrian Camps that had been recently renovated. The new cabins, mess halls, and dorms were a huge success, and figuring out the same layout for the remaining few was a huge topic of interest for the three smaller camps.

She glanced at the ring one more time before tapping it. Rhys and Azriel both looked at her, brows raised. "So, not magic," she muttered to herself. She tried spell cleaving it, "And not a ward or shield."

Azriel blinked at her, brows knit in silent question. Rhys had his hand over his mouth, hiding his amusement. Leave it to his wife to provide entertainment without knowing it was needed. "I-" she sighed. "You wear this ring all the time. I'm trying to figure out why."

Both of the males chuckled. "Probably the same reason you wear your wedding ring, Feyre Darling."

The High Lady made face, tapping the ring again. "Don't be ridiculous, Rhys. I would know if Azriel was married."

"Evidently not, my love."

Feyre and Azriel held eye contact, the male then going back to the maps. "Since I have extensive time in Steppes Peak, I think it would be easiest to move the mess hall here, at the base of the mountain, maintain the warroom in the carved out cave, and build better dorms here," he pointed to an empty part of the map.

Rhys nodded, drawing it out on the empty map he had. "I'm sure y/n will agree with whatever you say."

"Okay, stop." Feyre crossed her arms, pouting slightly at the two of them. "Azriel isn't married, and making up some name to make me feel stupid isn't kind."

Azriel sighed. He leaned back while dropping the scent ward he kept on himself at all times. He watched as her face fell. He knew his scent, chilled air and cedar, was the predominant one in the mateship, but now a soft floral scent, something like lavender and warm honey clung there softly.

"I've been married for longer than you have been alive, Fey." Azriel patted her hand. "I have a daughter older than you and another younger than Nyx."

He watched as her face fell, a small amount of hurt flashing across it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She paused, looking at the sleeping heir in his craddle. "We could be having play dates. I could have a friend who understands."

Guilt settled into his face as he pulled her into him. "I torture people for living, sweet sister. I execute people on your orders. I imprison people with a flick of your wrist." He tilted Feyre's head up. "Y/n has no combat training and refused to learn. She likes to sit at home writing poetry, baking, and cuddling our children. I do not bring her around or introduce them to anyone to keep them safe." His face held the ghost of a rare smile. "I think I've brought her to meet Rhys and Cassian once."

Rhys nodded. "I've met her once here and several times behind your back in town. Especially after my first niece was born."

Feyre kept her gaze on Nyx. "He could have a friend," her voice was distant.

Azriel stood, placing a kiss on her forehead as he did. "I'll be right back." Rhysand's smile grew wide. Folding the maps and putting them away. He moved to the liquor cabinet, bringing down one of his more expensive wines.

Azriel reappeared with you and both daughters in tow. Your oldest ran to Rhys, jumping on him and holding him tightly, her wings fluttering with joy as she did. "Hello, Amara," he nuzzled into her hair. "Missed you so much, baby girl. Cassian is on his way."

He walked with her in his arms to the table, setting the wine down and then carried her over to Feyre. "Would you like to meet your aunt?" She allowed Rhys to set her down and turned toward Feyre.

There was little question she was Azriel's. She was the beautiful artists dreamed of painting. Soft classic features framed with inky black hair that fell in gorgeous curls. "Feyre, this is our niece Amara. She's 56. She was my favorite suprise when I got home from the mountain."

She smiled shyly, keeping close to Rhysand. "Hi."

"Hi," Feyre didn't know what came over her, pulling the Illyrian female close to her and holding her. "I'm so excited to meet you."

Amara wrapped her arms around Feyre, returning the gesture. "Me too. Mom and I have been BEGGING dad for a while. But you know how the bats are."

The door slammed open, rushed loud footsteps and a panting filling the hall. "Where's my baby?!"

Amara pulled away from Feyre, smiling softly before moving away from all of them. She was rushed by Cassian, lifted up into his arms as he spun her.

Feyre looked to her side, noticing Azriel next to her, holding a swaddled bundle. "This is Iris. She's a month younger than Nyx." Azriel wouldn't look away from his daughter and her peaceful sleeping face. "I fear the day she loses her chipmunk cheeks."

Feyre looked around the room, trying to find the reason this was happening and felt her heart shift when she saw you, arm wrapped around Rhysand's bicep, looking at Nyx.

You were wingless, long dark hair braided back. Soft leggings and a sweater that was a few sizes too big covering your frame. Cassian had moved next to you, bumping you with his arm and smiling down at you. "He's so beautiful," your voice was a melody, a soft echo that brought calm to the room. "And so sweet. Look at those rosy cheeks."

Rhysand pulled you away, moving you back to Feyre. He handed you to Azriel, arms out expectedly. "Don't make me command it."

The shadowsinger placed his youngest in Rhysand's arms, hands shaking despite the trust between them, "Be careful with her. Please." Rhys nodded, moving over to Cassian. "Feyre, this is y/n, my wife and mat-"

Feyre didn't allow him to finish, hugging you instantly, tears lining her eyes as she did. "Please tell me we can be friends and cry about our babies together."

"I didn't realize that would even be a question. Of course we will be friends, and of course we will cry about all of the things. Our mates don't get it. Cassian, though, Cassian will join us."

The warlord stuck one finger in your direction. "Let me love them in peace, y/n."

You leaned into Feyre, "Has he cried while holding Nyx yet?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. Big illyrian baby."

"The worst, aren't they? Rhysand, did you want me to make dinner?"

The High lord looked at Azriel, a small look of guilt on his face, "Please."

You squeezed Feyre's arm, kissing Azriel as you moved towards the kitchen. "You know where to find me if she needs me." He nodded.

Azriel moved to Cassian, watching like a hawk as the general snuggled the small babe in his arms. Amara was sitting by Nyx a look of love and adoration on her face as she sighed.

"She's perfect for Azriel in every way," Rhys stroked Feyre's hand. "I was nervous at first too when he brought her home. I was even more nervous when his fears manifested in the form of being deeply private with her. But she is perfect for him."

Feyre nodded, watching as Azriel glared as Cassian due to the loud squeak his baby had just let out.

"His girls are beautiful." Rhys hummed in agreement. "Y/n is beautiful."

Feyre moved to Amara's side, sitting next to her and smiling as her niece started asking questions.

She didn't realize it until now, but this was the missing piece. The part of the puzzle that had sat empty despite every thing around it being done. You and your girls were that lost center.

Now she just had to convince Azriel to keep bringing you around.

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[curi0us-gh0st]

Porcelain Princess (Jang Wonyoung)

pairings: Jang Wonyoung!gp!Princess x Fem!Reader

word count: 2.864

genre: smut, fluffy (?).

summary: Who would have thought that the most memorable wedding of the Jang family's reign, between the children who looked like porcelain dolls, hid their sins with a beautiful smile on their faces.

warnings: top!Wony, bottom!reader, wlw, secret relationship (reader is married to Sunoo, and Wony to Sunghoon), quick participation of Sunoo x Sunghoon, swearing, pet names, worship, mention of pregnancy, blowjob, hair pulling, choking, fingering, slapping, anal, squirting, overstimulation, etc.

a/n: I've been wanting to finish this fic for a while now, god - enjoy it~~

With the marriage of the only daughter of the Jang family, while they dominated South Korean territory with the main branches of the large family. The marriage was a done deal between the Jang and Park families, who were in a cold war, each trying to outdo the other in wealth and technology requirements.

The ceremony took place open to relatives with the Ahn, Kwon, Lee, Kim, Miyawaki, Choi, Jo, Kang, Honda, Yabuki, Nakamura, Huh, Hong, Naoi, etc. A large part of the people left their tasks to celebrate the union of Princess Wonyoung and the noble Sunghoon, a couple that attracted attention wherever they went, all eyes were on the angelic beauty of both bride and groom.

A simple and luxurious traditional ceremony, the vows were made and if someone had really paid attention to every word, they would have heard something like 'this is just so there won't be war'. After the wedding, the kingdom celebrated while the royalty had a closed celebration behind the grand gates.

While Wonyoung and Sunghoon were thanking their members, while a lady in a cream dress and corset approached her companion in traditional clothes; your bright smile, your red cheeks due to the low temperature of the night, your pink lips, your delicacy, your innocent and sweet aura. When they arrived close, they bowed and greeted the newlyweds.

"Your Highness." The boy said. "Kim Seon Woo, or rather Sunoo. Member of the Kim family, the main ally of the Jang family. This is my wife, Ahn Y/N. Member of the Ahn family, sub family of the Kims. It is an honor to be here honoring your unity." He ended the presentation with a chuckle.

"No need for so much formality, Sunoo." Sunghoon smiled at the boy.

"I told him, but he's too stubborn!" You replied, the prince shaking his head in denial.

"You guys are so annoying! I rehearsed this for my character to improve. Oh, don't ask me to do anything else either." Kim rolled his eyes, irritated.

"Hey dear." Sunghoon said in a lower tone that brought goosebumps to Kim, who looked at him with red cheeks.

"By the gods, manners!" You warned them. "We're in public." He remembered.

"Manners? Appearances? Whatever you want, your wife is making it clear while she's drying you off, ready to devour you." Sunoo countered.

Your eyebrows raise and focus on Wonyoung, who didn't seem to blink in your direction, his eyes taking in every detail, his mouth slightly open, only stopping when you caught his attention by clearing your throat.

"Princess? I think there's a little drool dripping from your pretty mouth." She warned with a naughty smile, the girl waking up and looking at you, passing her hand over her mouth.

"Sorry, I-I…" She took a deep breath. "She is carrying a fey aura with you"

The princess's speech is confused, not letting you know if it's a question or not, but she was right, you look stunning in that dress, the dress she gave you.

"Thanks, I guess." You smiled. "We can drink and eat a few things, when almost everyone is drunk, or no longer noticing our presence, we can split up and go to our quarters."

"Okay, sure." Sunghoon nodded. "Let's get drinks for the ladies, Sunoo." The prince pulled the boy close to him.

A silence fell between you, before analyzing your princess. Her blue dress with lowered shoulders, leaving her collarbone exposed, her soft white skin asking to be marked, the highlight was the choker with a hanging sun, her beautiful silky hair tied in a black bow.

"Uh-huh. You look beautiful, princess." He praised her, his mouth salivating to stain her skin, but I remember why he wanted to be alone with her.

"Thank you, my love. You too are as beautiful as autumn." Wonyoung smiled, approaching. "Maybe, I should ruin that good girl image and bend you to this floor, fucking you for everyone to see what a slut you are." She swallowed hard at the thought of this, it would be an honor, of course.

"Wony, you shouldn't be thinking about these things right now." Her cheeks were flushed.

"Why not? I could raise him here." She snapped, her stomach starting a familiar burn, you were so vulnerable at the moment.

"I have news to tell you!" You shook your head at the tempting thoughts of your princess.

"Tell me, baby." A shiver ran through her body, leaving it hot.

"Uh- I… I'm pregnant." He whispered to her.

For a moment, the infernal noise of musical instruments stopped for Wonyoung, who let his mouth open in surprise and jumped at you for a warm hug.

"I don't believe!" She shouted excitedly as she was squeezing you. "Really? Y/N, you're not kidding, right?" He pulled away to look into her eyes.

"I'm not. I'm having frequent nausea and I feel sick all of a sudden, I'm sure I do." She replied shyly.

"Sunoo. Does he know?”

"Yes, he was the one who suggested this. He later told Sunghoon, but I wanted to tell you this in person." She looked into his eyes. "We haven't seen each other for a few nights, that's exactly why, but Wonyoung… You know." Her shoulders tightened.

"You should move closer to the palace, or better yet, you guys can start living in the palace!" Jang started to think. "I could take care of you… And our son, or daughter."

You choked on your own saliva, eyes shining next to Wonyoung's, she was just as excited as you. She always said she wanted to raise him, well, she did. Your winter days were completely filled by an insatiable Wonyoung, any time you were alone, she would bend you over and fill you with her cum until it spilled, and the ones that flowed out she pushed with her fingers.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea…” You almost whispered. "Sunoo's family would be suspicious, maybe even accuse me of treason and-"

"Y/N, don't worry about anything. I, in fact, Sunghoon can do it, as Sunoo is your advisor." She grabbed his shoulders, squeezing them to give him confidence.

"Thank you my love." You whispered, giving the princess a gentle, grateful smile.

What you didn't notice was the princess's eyes focusing on the front of you, observing the movements of the guests and servants, a smug smile appeared on her shiny lips before pulling you into the palace corridors.

“Oh, Wonyoung, what are we doing?” She asked stunned by her lover's unexpected movement.

The princess let out a muffled laugh as she continued leading to one of the rooms in the second house of the palace, entering her own room. Unlike her room in the palace, there were only small decorations, a few photos and a small tache that she normally used to rest in the center of the room.

You were pushed inside as Wonyoung closed the sliding door, turning to look at your small, curled up being still standing, looking around. The princess approached her, placing her hands on her shoulders and leaving a kiss on her neck, her hands running down her arms as she tilted her head to make room for the princess's soft, wet kisses.

“W-Wonyoung, what if someone-” The princess kisses behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as she turns to face her.

“If you don’t make so much noise, no one will hear us.” She smiled, kissing her lips, painfully slow. “So, shh…” Wonyoung placed his index finger on his lips indicating silence.

One of their hands going down to her waist and the other finding a place behind her head bringing her closer. Their lips collided, their lips moved at a slow speed, feeling each other's softness, their hands finding her waist as she bit her lower lip, making a grunt and giving way for the princess's tongue to enter her mouth. , exploring her warm interior like many other times in the past. Pulling away only when the need for air was absurd, his eyes slowly opening seeing his lover's full and swollen lips, a smug smile appeared on that pretty face.

“I missed you so much…” She whispered close to his lips.

The hands leaving you and going to undo her own dress, the pile at her feet, leaving her with only the fabrics that covered her private parts, the erection trapped between the layers of fabric to hide it.

“On your knees, baby.” Obeying quickly, you didn't want to be punished tonight, you wanted to do everything just to please your princess. "You know what to do." She ran her long fingers along his jaw, reaching his lips and separating them.

You nodded, your hands flying to untie the long fabric holding your prize, throwing it away as Wonyoung's long cock greeted you. The pink tip leaking pre-cum, blowing at the tease making her groan softly, one of Wonyoung's hands flying to her hair and forcing her mouth on his penis, seeing her need, then kissing her tip and licking its length, preparing her. to your mouth.

After his preparation, without warning, he put Wonyoung's dick in his mouth, trying hard to get to where his nose touched his crotch, his eyes filling with tears, trying hard not to choke, his eyes moving up to meet the princess's. between open looking at you, her hand on your head pulling back.

“Take it easy, my love.” She gave you a small smile and grunt when you licked her tip.

“I can handle it, don’t worry.” She assured, giving his dick more licks.

“I know you can handle it, just- Ah! Cum! That’s so-” Wonyoung moaned loudly, holding onto his strands of hair as her head bobbed up and down on his big cock.

His eyes never leaving Wonyoung's face, sometimes taking his dick until it hits his throat, leaving it a few seconds later, coming and going again, in the warm-up, his tongue tracing the veins of her dick, his lover's moans were like music to her ears as he pleased her. The tight grip on her hair and her hand forcing her head was a sign that she was close to cumming with his mouth,

“Fuck baby, I-I’m almost there!” Wonyoung announced, her hips starting to move, hitting the back of his throat until she let out a louder moan and came in her mouth, his loads of cum filling her mouth and she pulled out to release the last loads onto her face, smiling with the mess he made on his face. "So beautiful.."

You got up, running two fingers on her cheek and putting it in her mouth, tasting the princess's taste more, making her moan and pull her into a messy kiss, tasting herself, the princess's big hands reaching for the bow that He caught her corset, releasing it to free herself from her dress. Just as the breeze gently carries away pieces of clothing so delicately, that's how her dress fell at her feet, in a heap only to be pushed aside as Wonyoung's aimless hands passed over her body, whispering, praising every part of her body, savoring his soft, fragrant skin, lovingly marks every part of her bust as he lays down on her.

The current position was something common for you, love comes first, your pleasure comes first, that was the only thing Wonyoung was really dedicated to, that was the first and official part of you, her mess on your face was the preparation. One of her hands going up her leg and grabbing her thigh to separate it, her hot whispers in her ear made her button throb in nothingness, gently taking his tip to her entrance, teasing her until she whimpered for her.

“W-Wonyoung, please.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer if possible. A smug smile on her lips, waiting for you to give in, so she was the one who gave in, your moan calling out to her, making her melt and push herself inside you, her wet heat welcoming you with open arms, she didn't even pay attention to you pulling the strands of hair on the back of your neck.

Her penetrations were slow and deep, her insides, after so many invasions of her princess's fat cock, still remained tight and hot. “Wow, honey.” Jang gasped. “You’re s-so tight and hot, fuck-” She moaned into his neck, letting out little curses and muffled moans.

“More, Wony. f-faster. Please-” The princess barely had time to finish her request and she intertwined her fingers, hitting you faster, her thrusts were shorter and faster, her free hand stimulating your swollen clitoris asking for attention, the meeting of your bodies filling the room sounds wet, the heated air making their bodies sweat.

Her lips meeting in a messy kiss, Wonyoung trailing your neck to mark you as much as possible, while you moaned together, her hand coming up to caress her breasts, sucking and mistreating them. “Fuck Y/N, I-I’m going to fill you up! Leave her full of me. Just m-mine.” She kisses her mouth, swallowing her moans, feeling her insides squeezing her, making his cum spurt inside her, the stimulation making you come undone with her.

She falls on top of you, trying to catch her breath, she towers over you, kissing your chin until she reaches your lips, whispering politely on your lips: “Get on all fours for me, jagi.” You moved apart to position yourself, knees on the floor as your upper half hugged the pile of fabric from Wonyoung's dress and yours.

Wonyoung's hand wandering down her back until it reached her pert ass, you heard a giggle from your princess. “So obedient and good to me." She praised, if you could look back, you would see Wony's bright eyes as he looked at her body in that state, naked and helpless desperately waiting for his touch.

The princess standing behind you, her fingers playing with your pussy, seeing your cum dripping out, her fingers moving in and out along with your pale fluid, she moaned hearing you grunt. She licked her own fingers, passing it over your pink tip, still leaking fluid, she positioned herself behind, inserting her thick cock inside you, holding your waist firmly, she started slowly, accelerating little by little, until she is bent over you, pounding you from behind like a dog in heat, while they moaned nonstop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “W-Wonyoung!” Her nails were scratching the floor, looking for some support.

She pulled away breathing deeply, without stopping her movements, dick hitting her insides repeatedly, Wonyoung grabbing her hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist making her back touch his chest. “Fuck, baby.” She moaned, kissing her neck, your hand sliding down her abdomen and feeling the bulge formed there, letting out a smug giggle at how deep she is in you. "Look love. Look how deep I am inside you! Screw this."

“T-Too much! I will, ugh! I’m going to c-cum!” You screamed, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, your nails scratching Wonyoung's arm as you bit his lips, eyes rolling back as your orgasm made you see stars, the princess cumming right after you, painting your entire body with white jets. .

The girl laying your head on her shoulder as you breathed heavily, leaving a few kisses as she turned you around, kissing your lips again, your faces close, her eyes shining as she looked at you, your touching her body until a moan left her lips. “Wony…” You whispered, feeling her insert his dick inside her tight hole. “Fuck, so tight.” She kissed you again, distracting you from stretching.

Wonyoung pressing her legs to his chest, thrusting into her hole without stopping, hitting her mercilessly, hitting her thigh leaving her red as he grabbed her, her moans passing through the thin walls of the room, without warning, the princess sticking three fingers in your pussy stimulating you even more, you were so stimulated, on the verge of fainting.

"Cum!" You screamed. “Wonyoung, awesome! Screw this! I can’t take a-anymore!” Fat tears stained her face, screaming curses and incoherent sentences as her orgasm overwhelmed you. A whitish stream splashing on Wonyoung's abdomen, the princess removing her fingers that were stimulating you until she filled your ass with your cum, falling on you.

Your breaths were labored as you were cuddled together, she gently pulling your cock out of you, kissing your face as she praised you for being a good girl and accepting everything she gave you. She moves away a little to get a damp towel to clean you, being stopped by you pulling her back.

"A little more." You whispered as you hugged her, feeling her warmth and fullness. “Okay, just a little more.” She smiled, kissing you.

A comfortable silence enveloped you, until the sound emitted from the other room making your faces burn with embarrassment and a naughty laugh knowing it would make you both laugh a lot. “Looks like someone else is having fun.” Wonyoung laughed as he heard other muffled moans.

[lilyoffandoms]

Trick or Treat by @exotic-inquiry

You are amazing my dear, Fey. Thank you so so much for taking on this comm for me! I adore everything about this and you!!

@storyofmychoices happy trick or treat!! I went back and forth on which costumes to pick but ultimately had to go with Rick and Evie from The Mummy for our babes and Jedediah and Octavius from Night at the Museum for their partners. Thank you being the bestest and kindness person (and thank you for always letting me borrow your two) 😘

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7 Minutes in Heaven

Various!HXH x Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

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It was late October, and after meeting up with your friend Kurapika and Leorio for some fun fall activities, you came home to see a letter in your mailbox.

“Dear (Name),

You have been cordially invited to this years Costume Party. Please come wearing a costume, and be aware that there may be some people there that you do not like. Guests are required to hide their identity with their costumes, and fighting is prohibited.

Regards,

Pariston”

You frowned, seeing that there was another letter attached that had the address and time it would be taking place. Fortunately(or unfortunately really), you didn’t have anything planned for that day, so you didn’t see why you shouldn’t go.

All you would need is a costume.

“You got an invitation too, (Name)? Both Leorio and I received one the day we parted ways.”

You blinked, looking between the two. “Oh yeesh, I hope that it hasn’t been handed out to every hunter in existence. I will actually pee my pants if Hisoka is there.”

Kurapika grimaced and Leorio started laughing. “Shit, don’t do that he might like it!”

Now both you and Kurapika were grimacing. “(Name), don’t worry. If he shows up, just stick by our sides and we’ll protect you.”

You nodded, giving your friends a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “Aww, thanks guys!”

You turned just in time to miss their blushing faces. “Let’s buy our costumes together, so we can recognize each other at the party!”

“Oh, that actually sounds like a good idea!” Kurapika said after recovering from the kiss. Leorio nodded, following after the two as they headed towards a costume store.

——————

You look down at your costume, a black dress, a masquerade mask, and witch hat. It was a little plain, but followed the rules of hiding your identity. The only people that would know who you are would be Kurapika and Leorio.

You walked towards the address, stopping in front of a large mansion. “Did he seriously rent out a mansion just for a party? Figures…”

Before you could even knock, the door swung open and you were pulled in by Pariston, the only person not wearing a costume. “Welcome, you’re just in time! Everyone else is here, and ready to party!”

He was right, the entire first floor was full of people, some easily recognizable, and some not. You were hoping that the man lingering in the corner of the room was not the leader of the phantom troupe, Chrollo, because that would mean a battle to the death between him and Kurapika.

“Pariston, I don’t know what you have planned, but-“

Pariston smiled down at you. “Shh, just have fun. Everything will be fine. Probably.”

You pout, but join the crowd of people, drinking a little and dancing. You spotted a short dark haired man nearby, sitting with a taller, blonde haired one.

“Come on, Fei. It’s not often we get invited to things. Phinks is already dancing, look!”

You blink, glancing to where the blonde was pointing to see a man swaying on the dance floor, sipping from his drink. They spot you looking, the shorter man giving you a look that sends you running in the opposite direction. “Hey, don’t mind him!” the blonde yells after you.

You sigh, bumping into someone as you turn. “Oh sorry I-“

A man towers over you, his hair dark and long. His eyes peer down at you through his skeleton mask, and you can’t help but feel tiny compared to him. Thankfully, he just pushes past you, patting your shoulder almost reassuringly.

“(Name)!”

Kurapika and Leorio spot you, sighing in relief.

“Geez, woman. You should have texted us when you got here! There’s a lot of creeps here.” Leorio said, patting your head.

Kurapika scowls. “Yeah, creeps and criminals. Does Pariston think we’re stupid? I can sense the phantom troupe is here. I swear I’ll-“

You grab his sleeve. “Hey, no violence, remember? Try to be calm, just for tonight. You recognize them, but they don’t recognize you. You could get some information out of them once they get drunk enough.”

He sighs and nods slowly. “You’re right… I need to be calm.”

Kurapika smiles appreciatively. “Thanks, (Name). You’re always a voice of reason.”

As the three relax and drink, planning, Pariston comes forward. “Alright gang, I’ve got a game planned for you all!”

You all turn to see Pariston holding a hat. “Drop an item of yours into the hat!”

Everyone grumbles, not a single person wanting to listen to the annoying blonde. To get it over with, you’re the first person to walk forward, placing your strawberry scented chapstick in the hat. “There.”

Others come forward, the entire party placing items in it. A few have to be dragged up to the hat, others grumbling and growling as they’re nudged forward.

“Alright, that’s everyone! Now…”

He looks to you, grinning.

“We’re playing 7 minutes in Heaven. Come pick an item, (Name).”

You blink. “Are you serious? What are you, a horny 15 year old?”

Pariston laughs. “No, but I am curious.”

You roll your eyes as some people start to murmur and ask what 7 minutes in heaven is.

“For those unaware, 7 minutes in heaven is a game where two people are locked in a closet for seven minutes! You can do whatever you want, and I really mean whatever.”

Your two friend begin to protest. “Hey, she’s the only woman here, this is sexual harassment!” Kurapika yells.

“Meh.”

Pariston offers the hat to you, and you groan. “Oh whatever. I’ll take a stupid item.”

You rustled through the hat… what do you pull out?

Options:

-a needle

-a bookmark

-a scalpel

-a cellphone

-an earring

-a piece of candy

-a roll of gauze

POLL FOR WHAT COMES FIRST!!

[chrollosbiggeststan]

Yandere Chrollo x ex girlfriend baby mama reader

IM BACK🤭🤭🤭🤭

YAN-CHROLLO X EX BABY-MAMA READER!

Tw🛑 toxic past relationship, children, gaslighting, little nsfw.

Summary: You were Chrollos everything, He NEEDED you. But it wasn’t just you leaving… and when he found you again you had to confront the truth.. and HIM.

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“Why did you ever leave my love..?” He whispered into my ear and I sit slouched on his fancy white couch.. the same white couch he would force me to sit and watch cheesy rom coms with him & Fei’s homemade horror films.. they were absolutely horrendous. “Why wouldn’t I leave you Chrollo..?” I look back up at him.. close to his lips almost touching.. I feel the ghost on his breath on mine and his colonel filling my nostrils and the room.

“Dear words hurt.. but what’s hurting me most right now is that you hid something that was both of ours..” His words hit me like a train. He knew about her.. he knows about her. “What are you talking about? What would I have brung with me that was both of ours?” I say moving my head to look forward at the tv in front of the couch, seeing both of our reflections in the black screen. I stare in silence, all you can hear is the small breaths of him inhaling and exhaling in small tokens but I know he has something deep in his eye that he wants to say something.

He grabs my face with little no force but still manages to almost nock my head of my shoulders. “Where is she at y/n” his lips almost on mine “I’ve found you all I need to know is where my child is and I have the true treasure.. worth more than any jewel or any amount of Jenny could ever be worth more than this.. and I’m not loosing you ever again my dear.”

~*TIMESKIP*~

“Mama! Look what I’ve found!” I turn around to look at my sweet baby. “Let me see baby” She walks up to me hands interlocked and held closed tight. “Can I see to my dear?” I feel a hand slowly run over the bump in my stomach “it better not be something dead dear k/n, your mother has quite a frail stomach right now” She opens her hand to show a mama wolf spider.. the baby’s start to crawl on her hands and she throws them all into the ground. K/n just stands still and looks up at me “mama.. will they be ok, I just wanted to play with them” I feel Chrollo tense behind me as I speak to her. “Don’t play with spiders baby, before you know it you’ll be sick in there web”

[opalfairy]

DnD classes? In MY Scum Villain?! It's more likely that you'd think

Or I decided to merge two of my hyperfixations for efficiency's sake

So, it all started with this post, where I got to think really hard about which DnD class would suit Binghe the best and, like a flash of lightning, my third eye opened wide with the realization that (at least to me) both Bingge and Bingmei are Paladins. Specifically, Bingge is an Oath of Vengeance Paladin and Bingmei is an Oath of Devotion Paladin.

Now, although I think Bingge is pretty self-explanatory, I think I have to elaborate a little more on Bingmei because at first glance having our dear protagonist be a Devotion Paladin sounds a little weird until you remember that a Paladin's Oath can be to anything or anyone and... you see where I'm going with this... you cannot convince me that Binghe wouldn't swear absolute devotion to his Shizun. All of his tenets would also revolve around Shen Qingqiu so if they are not expressed exactly as written on the rules, just know that it is our boy interpreting them in his own way.

And of course, after thinking about this for so long, I had to try and match some other character to DnD classes (although I won't expand on that too much, at least for now [may change my mind later and add more stuff])

SQH is a College of Whispers Bard pretending to be something else (now... what that something else is, I haven't gotten that far)

MBJ is a Storm Sorcerer (maybe homebrewed to be related to snowy climates rather than storms) (this is the one I have the least conviction about so if anyone has a better idea please do tell)

At first with LQG I was like "he is the fighterest fighter to ever fighter" but then I thought about it a little more and now I'm convinced he is a Hunter Conclave Ranger.

SHL is a Way of the Open Hand Monk

YQY is... and hear me out here... a Pact of Hexblade Warlock (of course his pact is with the Xuan Su sword, which is deeply cursed)

SJ!SQQ is an Inquisitive Rogue, though the general public thinks he is a College of Lore Bard

SY!SQQ is the College of Lore Bard, however he also has a single level in Warlock (his patron is the System) (after thinking about it, I believe the System aligns itself better as an Archfey patron, and SY's wifebeam is him using Fey Presence to charm everybody around him without even realizing what he's doing)

Anyways, if you think that a different class/subclass would fit a character better, or if you have ideas for characters that I didn't mention, you are more than welcome to add on!! I would love to hear different opinions on this!!

[bianotbia]

— 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧]

This IS completely ooc and probably isn't canon at all, I'm just sad I can't play the game. I admit this could've been better but I did my best cause he's pretty and the lore is amazing <3 I hope astarion fans are kind to me :')

⤷ resume : you made a promise to find a way of curing astarion's vampirism and you'll do whatever it takes to accomplish it [wc: 4.5k]

⤷ contains : gn! archfey warlock! reader x astarion, angst, suggestive, a bit of fluff, mentions of blood, bruises and scars, psychological abuse and trauma

⤷ taglist : @lemondrop-symphony / @i-literally-cant-with-this

⤷ now playing A whole new world by Zayn & Zhavia Ward

I can show you the world

Shining, shimmering, splendid

Tell me, princess, now when did

You last let your heart decide?

I can still hear the deafening silence of that fading morning, the sight of the corpses of my parents and brother laying so peacefully on their beds after succumbing to an ancient curse would haunt me forever. First came silence within cold halls and muted walls that listened but never replied, then came the voices and mutterings that made company to this lost soul that believed would never be happy again. As months went by, hunger grew along with the despair of meeting the same end as my family, cloaked by the shadows of an alley I longingly gazed at a fruits stand a few meters away “Why don’t you take one, child?” a voice echoed in my head “They come from the forest, from my long lost home, I can assure you they are property of no man” I look down at my wrists and the fresh red marks that still adorn them from my last theft. “Don’t worry child, leave it to me” I felt magic coursing through my veins and surrounding my body the air around me became hazy as I stumbled ahead, frightened eyes meeting the merchant’s ones who only looked away as if I was never really there. With a feast worthy of any king I indulged in fruits and breads brought to me by the wonders of magic “I see you enjoy your well deserved meal” it wasn’t a whisper anymore that talked to me “You're a smart child, I believe you already know I’m not coming from your inner self” I didn’t reply it, I never do, living in a half elvian and half human house provided me with knowledge of ancient beings and higher forces that are never meant to be fully trusted. “I’ve been observing you for a while and I might say we can be a great pair. What do you say about making a deal?” I shivered slightly and remembered the dim days that haunted me and the darker ones that laid ahead “Your unquestioning loyalty for anything you want…power, knowledge, protection…and even company”. The lively sounds of the streets seemed to die out and memories of that deafening silence flooded back “...Deal” a low chuckle echoed inside “Wonderful, I hope I can count on your loyalty from now on my dear child” unfortunately my stomach still rumbles and fear still desolates my soul “I always keep my promises”. Ancient fey runes burned across my tender flesh and just like that my broken soul pledged allegiance to something I so desperately wanted to rely on. I prayed for the gods to get back what I’d lost and they took everything I had left.

I can open your eyes

Take you wonder by wonder

Over, sideways and under

On a magic carpet ride

Among bugs and weird shadows, the party returned to the secluded camp after another tiring quest, blood dripping in the dirty ground as we all stumbled to safety “Look I really like you guys and all but honestly I prefered when I worked alone y’know, quiet as a shadow and not with a damn loud wizard, a githyanki and a flamboyant vampire” Lae’zel huffed and gripped my shoulder menacingly “I'll let it slide this time, sweety pie” with nervous laughter I lifted my arms in playful surrender “Alright, alright! It’s just a joke!”. Finally settled, we all arranged our spots and started healing the daily wounds and planning what would be our next step on this mission. The smell of food could already be felt through the camp, after getting myself clean and all patched up I look over to a certain vampire struggling to stitch a tiny cut on his forehead, “Need a hand there” he sighed and handed me a bottle of healing solution “A complete disaster it would be if I ever ended up with a scar on my face. How could I ever live knowing there is an horrendous cut on it?” I let out a giggle as I finished the stitches “It's really not that bad don't worry”. The camp grew silent as most of the party members fell into deep slumber “You know you could have asked anyone else to heal this with magic” Astarion shrugged and scoffed “Don’t really trust Gale and his big hands or Shadowheart with her suspicious stares” I hummed and gazed at the clear night sky “Did you really mean it when you said you prefer working alone as you used to?” the cicadas sang between the bushes and filled the sudden silence “Not really actually, I like your company” his amused laugh warmed my heart “Mine or these inconvenient companions” a smile grew on my lips “I'm really happy I met all of you. I just want to end this nightmare and go back to normal” the vampire scoffed “I don't think normal is suitable to describe our early lives…especially mine” I laid my head on his shoulder “Sometimes I forget you're a vampire” at least he doesn't fidget anymore when I come closer “Well I can't have this luxury” for a moment I recall hidden memories of a forgotten past “...What if I promised to find a way to heal your vampirism” he let out a tired sight “I would say you finally turned out insane” his crimson eyes might appear distant yet there's still hope calling from beyond this mask “I will make sure you have a happy ending Astarion, just like you deserve” he rises from where we were sitting “Well be my guest, let's see if you can keep your word child” a shiver went down my spine as I saw him drifting into the shadows “I always keep my promises”.

A whole new world

A new fantastic point of view

No one to tell us "no"

Or where to go

Or say we're only dreaming

Later that night, when our emotions dampened and tiredness got the best of us, everybody laid soundly on their mats, unfortunately there have been years already that I didn't go a single night without a bad dream or rather without an encounter with my patron. The whimsical scenario before me looked familiar, a lake of dark waters found ominously in the middle of a forest cloaked by the night, resembling a clear mirror reflecting the starry sky above. As always I'm standing in its middle, somewhere where I can't clearly see the borders or anything beyond. The water hits my waist while my bare chest remains exposed and vulnerable out of it, unlike he that stands before me, vines covering most of his naked body, his greenish skin scintillating under the crescent moon and antlers imposingly reaching for the sky – Oberon, the king of forests and father of all faeries – extended his clawed hand towards me. “Tell me child what afflicts your soul tonight, you seem more restless than usual” I slowly walked towards him “I need your help. I need to help him” he made a disapproving expression “Who? The vampire? Not my favorite creatures” “Please, I promised him I would at least try to search for a cure” Oberon clicked his tongue yet his gaze changed “You know that's not how things work child, vampirism is a curse for life…however I believe there's something you could try, but only if you are willing to give up a part of your own self for it” I looked defiantly at him “I did it once I believe I can do it again” his dark grin grew even larger “Oh a child in love, can anything be more sweet than that. Fair enough, the Crossed Fates is a simple ritual for lovers who are willing to change their own fates with the one of their other half” his words started to sink in and until realization hit, he hummed “However be aware that you need to be sure he’s truly in love with you or else who knows what might happen” his mocking expression didn't calm my uneasy heart, Oberon traced his fingers over my cheek and chuckled “I know very well what's the look of someone in love, it isn't about you I'm worried about…” my stomach twisted with his words “I made him a promise and I always keep my word” “Oh I'm sure about that” after vanishing in thin air I blink a few times and look around but he’s no longer there, the sky above was now starless adorned solely by a full blood moon, I looked down at my hands and saw them stained with a crimson thick liquid just like the one that now surrounded me while I got pulled back into unconsciousness, a lonesome scream ripping through my throat gets lost into the night.

A whole new world

A dazzling place I never knew

But when I'm way up here

It's crystal clear

That now I'm in a whole new world with you

Day after day we fought our enemies and got a little bit closer to our destiny yet the promise I did echoed louder each time I thought about Astarion. After days of adventures in hostile land we left the wilderness and finally arrived at the city of Baldur's Gate, a place I once called home, whose dirty streets brough memories of darker memories still imprinted on the corners of my stained mind. Before we continued our mission we decided to split up and recharge, for the worst is yet to come, everyone went on to do what they desired but not Astarion who seemed quite uneasy on this familiar ground “Unsolved business here?” he huffed “Too many to count, but I rather not think about them now” thinking about cheering him up a little bit I proposed “Would you accompany me to some drinks?” a smirk appeared on his handsome face “How can I say no to that” together we stepped into the restless pulse of the city. After a few drinks at the Elfsong Tavern I decided to show him a special place I used as a hideout for many years, through dark alleys and high roofs we finally reached the peak of a church's tower majestically reaching for the heavens above. Near the grandiose bells, was a small dusty chamber, now completely empty if not for a small chest on a dim lit corner, I picked its lock and found inside a forgotten treasure of my earlier years, tons of little relics, silver watches, golden rings, shiny daggers, dazzling through the dirt. Astarion observed the artifacts inside until his gaze landed on a certain necklace, a golden chain adorned with a shimmering emerald “What's this doing here?” I gazed at the jewelry on his hand then at him “I lied to you” the vampire furrowed his brows, his hands clenched around the stone and he took a deep breath “About what dear?” “We've already met before once…here in Baldur’s Gate” his face morphed into one of confusion and shock “We did? How? I think I would have remembered a pretty face like yours” the smile on his face didn't last long “I wasn’t so sure when we met at the beach but I knew you resembled someone. A few years ago I was at a tavern thinking about ways of completing a task for my patron when I saw a pale elf sitting nearby gazing with distant eyes at the dancing bodies” he gulped down “You locked eyes with me and came closer to where I was sitting, something told me you weren’t a normal elf. After whispering something on my ear the only thing I remember is feeling the necklace in my hand”. Astarions breathing seemed uneven and his gaze somewhere far away in time “Later that night I saw you leaving the tavern, you looked back at me a bit hesitant but just turned away” the quietness above the busy streets was comforting and the warm breeze somehow evoked those forgotten days “What a small world we live in, to ever wonder we would meet again in such circumstances'' he sadly smiled. “Would you ever live in Baldur's Gate again Astarion?” I asked “I believe there's far too many memories here which I rather let it rot in oblivion” sitting shoulder to shoulder with him I reached for his hand “I’m no foreign to the feelings you carry, I too know how it is to be lost…just a puppet in someone else's hands. But that doesn't mean you can’t find a new destiny for yourself” he gracefully intertwined our fingers and for once in so long the silence in my mind felt pleasant to my heart.

Unbelievable sights

Indescribable feeling

Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling

Through an endless diamond sky

The sky grew darker and darker, we all decided it was better to meet at the tavern and rent a few rooms for us to rest, at least among cheers and warm candle lights things didn’t feel as bad as they were, for a brief moment we could taste how it is to live a normal life, a life without whispers, dark marks or devil contracts. But he was still there, he still came to me every night, a curse and a blessing I’m fated to live till the end of my days. The cheerful laugher and loud chatting seem so distant until I feel Gale tapping on my shoulder and asking to have a word with me in private, when we found an isolated room he turned to me with a worried expression “Look I’m not gonna beat around the bush, you may not be a wizard or a sorcerer but you have great magic in your hands” I wonder where he’s trying to get and he continued “Honestly in all my years of knowledge I never heard or seen anything on recovering vampirism. So I don’t know what you're thinking about doing or what your patron promised you, it won’t work”. I opened my mouth but no words left “...How did you?” “Astarion seems a little drunk right now and is boasting to everyone how he likes you more than all of us, how you understand and cares for him, and that you promised to cure him” I let out a tired breath “Look everything is under control. I know what I'm doing” the wizard raised his hands in surrender “Alright but you know better than anyone that every magic has a price. Just promise me you won’t hurt yourself?” the whispers got louder in my ears as I motioned to leave “I don’t think I can promise you that…but sure I'll try” I left Gale behind and went to my room, unaware that behind the shadows of the night a certain vampire listened to our conversation.

A whole new world (Don't you dare close your eyes)

A hundred thousand things to see (Hold your breath, it gets better)

I'm like a shooting star

I've come so far

I can't go back to where I used to be

The evening got quieter but the thoughts inside didn’t cease, I prepared a bath hoping to scratch down all of the tiredness that weighed me down and the dirt accumulated within all those days in the wilderness. The voices in the hallways could still be heard yet they seemed far away, the stillness of the water reminded me a bit too much of my nightmares yet it still feels calming enough for a sore soul. The stars danced out of the window in the great sky above, so hypnotizing I didn’t even hear the door unlocking. “Oh what I would give up to share this bath with you darling” the familiar velvety voice pulled me back to reality “Good lord! Don't sneak on me like that” I shot a glare at him as he leaned at the door frame laughing “So…what do you say?” I muttered a consent and looked away as he slowly undressed and got into the tub. Even if we were a lot more intimate than when we started, I still wasn’t used to having someone so close to me “Don’t need to get all shy, little thief. I’m not mad about my stolen necklace” I leaned my head on the edge of the tub “That’s not really what I was thinking now” “Oh really then tell me what do you have in mind” I silenced a gasp took a breath and asked him “What would you like to do when this is all over?” he cocked his brow surprised “Huh not expecting that…well I can see myself in a splendid, enormous and bright mansion far away. Living my days in frivolous delight with someone to make me company” I can't help but let out a giggle “I'll pretend I believe that, so who would be that someone?” “Oh darling don't play oblivious, who else would I share my happy ending other than the one who promised it to me” I could feel his fingers caressing mine under the water “Must be nice living a quiet life…I’ll keep my word Astarion”. The elf had a sad smile on his face as we sat together in silence “Not that I was spying on you but I've heard your talk with Gale, so you did find a solution after all” “I could say so I guess, didn't expect you would tell everyone about it” “I might have gotten a tad excited. But about your conversation with the wizard, it's not something risky, is it?” “Don’t worry about it. I've done many rituals, it will go out fine” he hummed and I gazed at the moonlight again. “Do you love me?” Astarion widened his eyes with the sudden question, his mouth opened but didn't made a sound while I let out a nervous laugh “I’m sorry, I don't know where that came from, you don’t have to answer that… you should have seen your face tho” he anxiously furrowed his brows and averted his gaze “Well…If love means wanting to share your curses and blessings, your nightmares and dreams, the worst and best days of yours life, then perhaps…I do” now it was my turn to go speechless, he comes closer and carefully puts a strand of my hair behind my ear slowly leaning in, our lips barely touching each other like soft feathers of angels finally descending into desire. His hands wandered through my skin as our tongues moved in sync until we pulled apart breathless, he leaned back at the tub and I laid my head on his chest, slender fingers traveled along the runes on my skin while trailing the remaining cracks of a lost soul.

A whole new world

With new horizons to pursue

I'll chase them anywhere

There's time to spare

Let me share this whole new world with you

The veil of dreams fell as swiftly as a feather across the starless sky, the red moon seemed brighter than ever above the eerie waters that once again surrounded me. A little far ahead stood Oberon, with dark piercing eyes and the condescending smile that never left his lips “The big night is coming, are you ready for it child?” my stomach sank “I-I’m starting to…doubt if I should really do this” he mockingly hummed “Scared of him not loving you enough or perhaps are you finally realizing your dark destiny. Are you willing to go that far for him?” the whispers inside started to grow louder “A broken soul can’t heal another broken soul, one of them is alway bound to break a little more” the air in my lungs seemed to vanish “We still have a contract, you shouldn't get distracted by silly emotions. You know you’ll have to let him go after the ritual, why would he want a reminder of the past he so desperately wants to forget” a knot forms on my throat “Shut up!...please” tears travel down my face “I don’t want to lose him too…you’ll still be here right?” sharp claws traced my jaw and lifted my chin to look at his maddening irises “I won’t ever leave your side darling”. Once again he disapeared in thin air, under the red ominous waters I could feel palms climbing up my legs and gripping my torso, no sound left my mouth as I desperately tried to free myself from that strong grasp pulling me to dark oblivion. My heart felt like it would burst out off my chest, however I start to feel a tight grip on my wrists pinning me down on the bed as I slowly get back to my senses, only to see Astarion’s fangs dangerously nearing my neck, his touch besited when he noticed the scared look in my eyes “Pardon me darling…I believe tonight's occurrences made me a bit too excited” feeling him above me made my heart beat even faster making the grip he holds around my wrists tight but still letting go “You did seemed a bit restless, a nightmare perhaps?” I nodded “Nothing unusual about that…tomorrow at dawn we’ll leave to the forest to do the ritual” his brows raised in surprise but still he quietly assented “then I believe it’s better for me to leave the room, before any other accidents happen and so you can properly rest” he motioned to leave the bed when I reached for his bare torso, sliding my hands around his waist and softly pulling him back having my chest pressed to his back “I think I can handle you like this” feeling his stiff body slowly ease under my touch as we both fell in sweet slumber.

A whole new world

A new fantastic point of view

No one to tell us "no"

Or where to go

Or say we're only dreaming

The sun rose in a scintillating sky as we woke up at the break of dawn just as the city started its bustle and liveliness, together we made our way towards a secluded forest nearby where Oberon advised us to do the ritual. For a little while we walked in silence until Astarion thought it was too quiet “I would like to know what exactly is going to happen on this ritual, given the fact I’m practically putting my life on your hands here” I thought about it “Fair enough. There isn’t much mystery around it actually, we’ll get inside a lake and make a cut in our palms, after that we face each other with our fingers interlocked, I’ll recite an enchantment and when you least expect goodbye fangs” he seemed to expected something more “Huh quite simple, what about the whole thing of every magic has its price that Gale mentioned, what’s the price?” my throat went dry “Don’t worry I took care of that already”. It was a long way until we finally found the place mentioned, crooked trees and weavering shadows encircling an eerie lake so clear it could almost be considered a mirror, the only thing left now is to wait for the rise of the blood moon. The clock seemed to go backwards until the time finally came, I took Astarion’s hand and led him until the dark waters reached our waists “Are you ready?” I took a dagger out of my pocket “Would you let me have the honor, I might say I’m more experienced with sharp things” he took my hand into his and caressed my palm, before I could even realize the cut was made the warm liquid already dripped into the lake, he took a sharp breath and quickly made the same to his own hand. We positioned ourselves facing each other, raised our palms and intertwined our fingers, the ancient words of the incantation dripped from my tongue as I’ve known it forever until I let out a long breath. “I-I lied…about the price to pay” the grip on my hand tightened “What are you talking about? You seem to lie quite a lot for someone that claims to always keep their word, don’t you?” I looked around noticing a far too familiar shadow hidden behind the trees “Just enough for the right thing to happen. I’m sorry…it’s for your own good” when the final words of the ritual leave my lips the last thing I remember is our hands letting go of each other and our bodies falling into the mysterious water.

A whole new world (Every turn, a surprise)

With new horizons to pursue (Every moment red-letter)

I'll chase them anywhere

There's time to spare

Let me share this whole new world with you

The natural mirror reflected the downward red moon until a hand broke away from its stillness, Astarion surged from the depths of it gasping for air and coughing up the water in his lungs, as he tried to steady himself in the uneven ground below he finally sees, a bright reflection weavering through the water ondulations looking back at him, as he runs his hands through his own face a loud laugh escapes his mouth and echoes beyond the crooked trees “It worked, it worked! You did it! … darling?” the wide smile in his lips slowly faded out. As he looked around the only movement on the water was the waves around his own movements, back to the dark depths he desperately searched for the one he so much needed, anxious hands reaching for something familiar in this unanny place. After a few moments our fingertips finally meet each other as he quickly pulled my limp body out of the water, dragging it to the shallow part “No no no! What have you done?” brushing off the damped hair out of my face I felt a feverish haze spreading through all over my fles, unconsciously gripping on his shirt and coughing up the water I swallowed, he held me closely into his arms until his hands moved to my back and touched through the damped fabric of my shirt markings that are far too familiar to him, demonic imprints he was more than sure didn’t belong on my skin “Darling…what is this? What did you do?” the fear was clear on his voice as tears falled down my now crimson eyes and got lost in those hollow waters “I kept my promise…it was the only way” his face morphed into one of pain and disbelief finally seeing the fangs he was once used to having “No…No! This isn't fair…you know I hate when you play hero” I gazed at Astarion’s bright green irises and reached a finger to dry the tears that cascaded down his face “I always knew you had such pretty eyes” he rested his forehead on mine and whispered “Having you by my side was already the happiest ending I could ever wish for, my love”.

A whole new world (A whole new world)

That's where we'll be (That's where we'll be)

A thrilling chase (A wondrous place)

For you and me

[unholywriter]

Percy smooches maybe???

That’s a given. 😩😩

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Fem x Reader

Warnings: Light smut.

The castle of Whitestone had a sort of pause to it, like after the years of tragedy and torture it finally could be at rest. But you know who wasn’t at rest? The new found love of your life, and Lord to Whitestone itself. Percy De Rolo. He’d always be in the room where his workstation resides, creating new inventions. Upgrading his Bad News and the second version of the Pepper Box. He also began to experiment with electricity, and connect his inventions he powered with residuum. Although he still didn’t like the idea of magic, he had to admit, it packs quite a punch intertwined.

It was a late evening when you walked the halls bringing a small plate with some hot, delicious food sizzling fresh from the kitchen. And although the workers tried to stop his Lady from cooking, those who stayed after the Birarwoods were dealt with. Those who decided to stay behind and serve the last two remaining De Rolo’s. You told them you didn’t mind, for all you wanted was to make your lover some food and make sure he eats because Gods know he doesn’t make sure he ate himself while he’s in tinkering mode.

As you approached his workshop and opened the door, you peered in and could see Percy delicately splicing together some wires on a glove. It was a less bulky version to the one he took to the Fey realm during the Conclave era a year and a half ago.

“How much shock value will you give your new found enemies in the future with this one?” You asked softly, and not a jump came from Percy. He had heard you come in, and it wasn’t like you were sneaking up on him. Although, he knows your footstep’s by heart so it’ll be hard to do that even if you were trying.

“At least enough to the point it won’t shock those I want to eliminate and me this time.” He looked over his shoulder with a small smile, you looked down and gave him a small peck on his oh so soft lips you could literally never stop to kiss until your own lips bleed.

“Good, because if you pass out again when we’re in the middle of a shit-show thinking testing your new toys out in the field is a good idea, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” You set his plate down and scoot his nearly half eaten lunch to the side.

“There are plenty of things you can do to and for me, and I’d thank you for it.” He looks back to his glove and continues to finish up the wiring.

You rose an eyebrow now, a small smirk tugging your lips. “Oh is that so darling? Do tell me all that runs around that wonderful, fascinating brain of yours.”

Sitting down on the table now, you continue to watch as he works. The way he’s focused, the little tip of his tongue that peeks out. But he doesn’t forget you’re there. “For instance you could make sure I’m well fed which you do, even though I nearly forget it’s there at times. You could check up on me, and take my glasses off when I’m passed out at my work bench which you do because you tell me I work myself to death. You could sit in my lap, and let me hold you while I rest my eyes from a sheer headache before I head back into a frenzy of ingenuity. You could-“

“That’s not what I mea-“

“You could kiss me till I can’t breathe and I’d take you back right now into our bedroom so I can get a good nights sleep like you’ve been asking me to get since I set up my workshop completely these past months.” He turned to you, looking you dead in your eyes now. “What do you say my sweet, dear darling of mine?”

A soft smile pulled from ear to ear, and you closed your eyes meeting your lips with his. His hands that work his pieces so well into place slid up your back and shoulders to find its home at the back of your neck and nearly where he grasped at your ass pulling you into his lap. You folided instantly, melting into his touch. Melting into the way his lips glided against yours, your tongues and body mending together like two perfect puzzle pieces never meant to be apart, grinding both your hips in perfect rhythm together.

Soft and sweet touch, his hands tangling into the mess of your hair. Your hands falling to the locks of his silver white, and down the crevice of his shoulder blades to pull him even more closer. You didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. You could die never allowing oxygen find it’s way back into either one of your lungs as long as it meant one second more. Pants, and soft little moans left both your lips as you traded turns nibbling and biting the soft skin at each other necks and shoulders. His hands found the bareness of your own shoulders, at which he was sliding the cloth strap down and exposing your chest so he can suckle and leave his love bites all over your body. It was anywhere he can find on your skin as an empty canvas. For the love of the gods you felt like you’d snap right then and there. How sensitive and nearly unbearable this friction was, fuck-

“Percy~” Left your mouth breathlessly. He moaned against your skin in response. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Fine, fine darling.” He kissed you long and hard yet again. “Let me eat the beautiful dinner you made so I can at least have the fuel to properly take care of you.” He pushed a strain of hair behind your ear. “And fair warning, you won’t be able to make any appearance hereafter for quite some time.”

[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 15 of ?)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Act I - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Act II - Part 13 | Part 14

AO3 Link is here, my dear.

Word Count: 3268

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Act II, Chapter 3 - The Rescue

Being within the soft silver glow of Isobel’s shield, the party felt less of a need to keep watch, but Astarion still stayed awake out of habit, only needing four hours of trancing to feel refreshed. So it was in the pre-dawn hours that you found him in front of his tent, reading a book.

“Awake so early?” he asked as you passed his tent.

“Old habits,” you mused.

He only gave a small “hmm” and continued to read as you walked away.

You were heading towards the cave behind the waterfall, notebook in hand. It had been so long since you had practiced aloud, and you were scared you would forget the songs that your mother had taught you. The old songs, the ones that she said were special, were part of her lineage.

We come from the eladrin, not the ones from Toril, but from the Feywild. Long ago, an eladrin came to this plane and stayed a while, and had a child. So our lineage continues to this day, fey blood in our veins.

You took a deep breath.

And sang.

You weren’t sure how long you sang this song or how many times you repeated it, but when you finally stopped, you still felt the same as before, just with a sore throat.

Mother said this song could bring out the fey in my blood. But nothing ever happens, no matter how many times I sing it. Maybe I don't have enough power in me. 

Sighing heavily, you closed your notebook and left the cave. Your companions were already up and about, getting ready for the day.

And unfortunately, Volo had found them first.

Shit.

“If I could just get a few quotes about your adventures—”

“Not interested,” Lae’zel snarled. “Be gone. We have enemies to kill.”

“Ah, but only a sentence or two—”

You gently took Volo by the elbow and guided him towards the pathway away from camp. “I’ll regale you with some of their adventures back at the inn. I need to help them get ready, and then I’ll join you there.”

He brightened. “Oh, that sounds lovely, I will see you soon!” 

As he jauntily headed away from your camp, you heaved a sigh of relief. Turning to the party, you noticed that they also looked relieved to see him gone.

“We owe you,” Wyll said with a grin.

You gave him a small salute. “Just doing my duty to protect the camp,” you said with mock seriousness, earning you a few chuckles.

You walked with the others to the bridge, and wished them well as they left the safety of the shield. Watching them disappear from sight, you silently wished for their safe return.

Then you turned to the inn.

Sigh. Guess I better face my own battle.

***

An hour felt like an eternity with Volo asking question after question. It felt more like an interrogation rather than an interview. As you finished answering yet another follow-up question, you peeked at his writing. He was clearly embellishing and exaggerating nearly everything you said.

“That’s not what I said,” you finally pointed out.

“I’m punching it up a bit, making it sound more exciting to the average reader,” he explained. “You have to make them cling to your every word!”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Eventually you caught the eye of Alfira, who came up to you and asked for your assistance in the kitchen. Excusing yourself, you followed her until the two of you were safely out of earshot.

“You looked like you needed an escape route,” she said with a knowing smile.

“I did, thank you so much.” You looked around. “I guess I’d better actually do something in here, so it’s not too obvious that I ran away from him.”

She giggled. “Well, we could use your help preparing the midday meal.”

As the two of you chopped ingredients and cooked, she shared some stories of her past.

“I’d love to hear one of your songs,” you said after she mentioned how she had met the others.

Alfira looked at the pile of peeled and chopped potatoes. “Well, I think we’ve prepared enough for now. Let’s go out back, I can sing for you there.”

She grabbed her lute and the two of you went out the back door to the shoreline behind the inn. Strumming the lute a few times to tune it, she began to sing.

It was a beautiful song, and her voice was soft and warm, wrapping around your heart and making you feel every note like a gentle caress. Unable to stop yourself, you began to sing with her.

Without missing a beat, she harmonized with you, and together, the song grew stronger. You created a verse in response to hers, and though she looked a bit surprised, she smiled and let you sing. Before long, your song began to gather an audience.

When the two of you ended the song with the last few notes sung as a complement to the other, applause suddenly burst out around you.

Unused to the attention, you froze up. Beside you, Alfira bowed gracefully and you quickly followed suit, your movements a bit stiff. She turned to you as the crowd dispersed. “I didn’t know you could sing so well.”

You shrugged. “I don’t do it often in front of others,” you replied. At least, not if I can help it.

“Well, could’ve fooled me. You’re a natural. I can’t believe you came up with that verse so quickly.”

“Just felt… inspired, I suppose.” You smiled. “Thank you for sharing your song with me. It was brilliant.”

She smiled back, and together the two of you walked back into the inn to finish preparing lunch.

***

It was very late. You had taken an afternoon nap so you could stay awake to watch for the group, but even so, you were starting to feel sleepy. And yet you continued to stare at the pathway, willing them to come back safe.

They’re on a rescue mission. In enemy territory. There’s a very high chance something has happened.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to think about that. Getting up, you cast the hot water rune under the waterfall, and then decided to distract yourself by practicing your old songs and dances.

A few hours passed in this way until you felt exhaustion sink into your bones and drag you down to your bedroll. And still, you stared at the pathway, laying on your side, unable to sleep, anxiety gnawing at the periphery of your mind.

Finally, amidst the soft rustling of the trees around the campsite, you closed your eyes.

It’ll just be for a moment.

***

Memories this far back were more like impressions, feelings, colors splashed onto a snow white canvas.

Your mother, the color of warmth, of autumn, of the sun.

Your father, the color of the earth, of summer, of the sky.

They were happy together, always smiling at one another. And they always smiled at you, as if you were their shining star. They would always love you. They would always be there for you.

Until they weren’t.

The village was peaceful, quiet, tucked away in the mountains just south of the Spine of the World. Far from the chaos of the cities, where devil-worshiping cultists summoned infernal creatures to take over the continent.

And yet, somehow, these far-reaching plots and conspiracies touched even your miniscule spot in the world.

Somehow, the snow white canvas you loved so much became drenched with red.

But before the crimson stained your life, it was full of songs, of dance, to celebrate the change of the seasons.

You always thought your mother looked the most luminous during the harvest season. Her cheer was infectious, spreading throughout your small village. Everyone knew her. Everyone loved her.

Of all the people that died that day, you missed her most of all.

***

The soft chime of the alarm bells woke you. Pushing yourself up with some effort, you saw your companions returning, looking fatigued and covered in grime and blood. 

“If you’re famished, there’s some snacks near the campfire,” you told them. You had set up a platter of nuts, dried fruit, and meat jerky before you went to sleep, just in case. “I’ll go renew the hot water rune,” you added before heading off to the waterfall.

You could hear someone languidly following you. You expected Gale, who enjoyed observing your magic. Perhaps he wanted to make his umpteenth attempt to guess where it came from.

Instead, you were surprised to glance behind you and see white hair stained with blood.

“Are you alright?” you asked, turning towards Astarion.

“I’m fine, go on,” he said, waving his hand at you dismissively. “I need a shower.”

I would too, with all of that blood. Stepping into the water and casting the rune as quickly as you could, you realized the water was going to be hotter than usual. Shit, I sang the song too fast.

You tentatively stuck your hand into the heated shower to check. You quickly pulled your hand out and stepped back, only for your back to slam into Astarion. You turned and, looking past his bare shoulder, realized all of his clothes were on the shore.

Is he…? Oh. I should not have looked down. Immediately focusing your gaze to his face, you blurted out, “The water is too hot.”

He raised an eyebrow, then walked past you. Before you could stop him, he stepped into the hot water and sighed happily.

“Perfect.”

“R-really?”

He turned his head toward you. “Yes, darling. A few of us think the rune is never quite hot enough.”

You gawked. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Astarion shrugged. “They probably didn’t know it could be changed. And it felt good regardless.”

You made a mental note to tell the others that you could adapt the temperature. You also realized that Astarion was still showering in front of you as if you weren’t there. Quickly turning around, you stiffly marched back to camp.

“Not even a goodbye?”

You waved back to him without turning around. That view is going to haunt me now.

Back at camp, some of them were snacking while others had broken into one of the wine bottles and were drinking casually. You asked what had happened, and quickly you learned that because of the worm in their heads, they could easily pass through the towers. After they were interrogated and then tasked with finding the whereabouts of Bal-something, they were left alone. Unsupervised, they were able to track down the tieflings and gnomes and escaped via an underground dock. 

“Wow,” was all you could say. No wonder it took them so long to get back.

Astarion returned from his shower, which reminded you of the temperature. “Right, so, just in case any of you prefer hotter water, just ask me to adjust the rune next time. It’s a bit hotter this time since I rushed the song, but hopefully it’s still suitable.”

Gale immediately turned towards you, academic interest brightening his expression. “So the speed of your song dictates temperature?”

You shrugged. “To some degree. Pun not intended.” Gesturing towards their tents, you continued. “I adjusted all of your tents to your comfort level as well, after talking to each of you.” You stared at Gale with a grin. “I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed.”

Gale opened his mouth, gave you a look, then scratched his chin. “I thought mine was fine.”

Interesting, I saw you sneak into Shadowheart’s tent. Perhaps you were too distracted to notice that her tent has a higher temperature than yours. But I won’t say anything. You snickered to yourself.

Gale raised an eyebrow at you, but said nothing.

One by one, everyone took their turns in the shower and headed off to their tents, until finally, it was just you and Astarion, sitting side by side, staring into the dying embers of the campfire.

“You aren’t going to trance yet?”

“Not yet. I… I need to process something that happened tonight.”

You recalled that he had just stripped and gotten into the shower while you were still there, as if he was desperate to get clean. Your hackles raised. “Did someone try to hurt you?”

He let out a small huff of laughter. “Someone is always trying to hurt us, darling.”

“I don’t mean in battle.”

He was quiet for a little while before he spoke again. “There… was a blood merchant. She wanted me to bite her in exchange for a potion, but…” He looked sick for a moment. “Her blood smelled foul, rank. And the way she leered at me… I can’t get it out of my head.”

You remained quiet, letting him continue.

“But the others… they didn’t force me. Gale asked me if I wanted to, and when I told him I didn’t, all he said was, ‘then don’t.’ Like it was that simple.”

You nodded. You were glad that everyone was growing closer together, and could trust each other.

“I’m… grateful… that they told me it was my choice,” he said quietly. “It’s been so long since I’ve had to make these decisions for myself. I won’t lie”—he looked away for a moment—“it’s a daunting prospect.” He looked down, his expression darkening slightly. “If they had told me to bite her… I would have just gone along with it. A moment of disgust to force myself through, and then I could have carried on, just like before.”

You frowned. “One potion isn’t worth it.”

“Then what is? Two potions? A moment of unpleasantry doesn’t matter if there’s a fine reward, right?”

“Not if it means giving up something you don’t want to give,” you replied. 

“But we could have used that potion,” he argued. “Perhaps I should have just gritted my teeth as always and let her”—his voice caught, his expression pained—“have me, for a bit.”

“Absolutely not!” You turned your entire body to face him. “You’re not some object to be passed around.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes widened with momentary surprise before he looked back at the fire. “You’re right. I’m more than that. More than a thing to be used.” 

You watched him as memories seemed to play across his vision. He let out a huff. “Being forced to lure pretty things back to my master, what I wanted be damned, was my entire existence for two hundred years.” He frowned and took a breath. “I had nothing at all for so long. Not even my body.”

He turned back to you once more. “Today made me realize that I never stopped thinking like I was still his slave, even in freedom.”

You reached out with the intention of hugging him, but you pulled back. You didn’t want to force anything on him, not now. You put your hand back in your lap. “I’m glad you’ve realized that,” you told him. “Whatever happens, whatever is asked of you, you can always say no. I’ll never judge you for it.”

He nodded. “Thank you,” he said, the sincerity in his tone marking your heart. “You can too, you know.”

You looked at him in confusion.

Astarion smiled. “You can say no to me as well. You don’t have to feed me every night.” He gently brushed your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You’ve looked more tired since we’ve come here.”

Your eyes widened. Ah, so he’s noticed.

“I can go for a while without a meal. I’m not so weak that I can’t hold back until you’ve recovered.”

“And I’m not so weak that I can’t handle a bit of blood loss a few days in a row. I am a woman, after all.”

He chuckled. “Fair point.”

You looked back at the fire, letting the silence simmer over the flames as you digested the conversation. It was… a lot. Quite the catharsis and revelation for your poor vampire spawn.

Wait.

Looking back at Astarion, seeing his contemplative expression as he stared out into the distance, you wondered when your heart had claimed him as one of yours. 

You knew you had been staring at him for too long when he glanced back at you. He gave you a flirty smirk. “Admiring my beauty?”

“Just… just wondering if you wanted a hug,” you mumbled, feeling lame. “But not sure if you were comfortable with that,” you added sheepishly.

He sat up and smiled. “You are such a little sweetheart,” he said as he opened his arms. “Come here, darling.”

As you snuggled into his embrace, you felt something strange when your skin made contact with his.

…guilt…conflicted…

It was faint, but it was there. You honed in on it, even as your body was reveling in physical contact. 

Why does he feel this way? Godsdammit, nothing is ever simple with this man.

You pulled away, unable to get your head out of your own, well, head. “I think I’d better get some sleep now,” you said, stuffing your own thoughts deep down for later.

“Of course.” He stayed where he was for a moment, looking at you with a slightly pained expression before he got up and gave you a slight bow. “Sweet dreams, my dear.”

As he left for his tent, you crawled into your bedroll and tried not to ruminate on the reasons why he would feel guilty.

***

A trance for an elf was more a meditative state, a reverie to refresh the mind and body. So when Astarion went to lay down in his tent, he expected his subconscious to run through his usual mental training exercises.

Instead, his mind decided to replay the scene from this morning.

After seeing his sweet treat walk past him with a mission in her step, he waited a few moments before quietly getting up and following her. It took a moment for him to brave the running creek and peek into the cavern behind the curtain of water.

There, he could hear her sing a song in a language unknown, and yet it felt familiar. It had been decades, over a century even, since he had spoken Elvish with any regularity. And yet… even after so much time, he still understood that the witch was singing something similar, yet different somehow.

She read the lyrics from a worn notebook in her hands, her attention completely on her song and not on anything else. She has zero awareness, dammit. Astarion stayed and watched, keeping one ear out for anyone who may approach.

Not that he was guarding her or anything. He was just… listening.

The song ended, and he started to move away from the cave entrance, but then he heard her sing again from the beginning.

She’s going to sing herself hoarse.

Shrugging, he continued to walk away, but he paused when he heard her cough violently.

She’ll be fine.

Her song continued, her voice cracking in places.

Damn foolish witch. Why should I care?

But he did care. And he wasn’t happy about it.

Shaking his head of the memory, he turned over and tried to go back into reverie, but his thoughts turned to how delightfully sweet she looked when she asked him for a hug, how nice she felt in his arms. The conflicted feelings he had, both wanting her and not wanting her, stemmed from the same reason. A reason that was growing harder and harder to deny.

Godsdammit. This is going to be a long night.

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Act II, Chapter 3 End notes: Oh dear, Astarion is starting to catch FEELINGS. Whatever will he do? As always, thanks for your continued interest in my little story, please let me know what you enjoyed by leaving a comment!

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[askaceattorney]

Dear Thebestnerd-critic,

Oh my god! What is that!?

Why do I sound like a child and why do Nick and I look like a cheap YouTube animation short?

The only anime adaptation of our life and they don't even bother giving us the whites in our eyes, they make me sound like a child and they give me noodle arms.

- Maya Fey

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: My Uncanny Destiny (2023)

Gifs of Ending of cdrama “My Uncanny Destiny”

【Multi-Sub】 保护我方城主大人 My Uncanny Destiny 01 丨 双王不打不相识（主演： 张悦楠， 严子贤）

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGqKPvAO0XQ

[vergilsama922]

Introducing Cameo Character #2 - The Flawless Defense Attorney~

(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Oh my. You might be wondering. A SECOND cameo character? Where? Why? Well for starters Motoko Kusanagi the Ultimate Soldier in Class 73 is a cameo character. My reasoning is that I can slot in 4 and ONLY 4 total cameo characters~ Also each of these cameo characters is people I really enjoy through my recent anime watchlist I've been going through~

Each school effectively gets one cameo character. Japan, Canada, Novoselic, Jabberwock. In this case, Mia Fey is the Ultimate Defense Attorney for Class 73 and will be assisting our dear old boy Kyosuke in Hope's Peak Canada as the Vice principal. Heh. Some of you may like this and some of you may not like this decision. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) And that's fair. But regardless I hope you all at least enjoy the pictures~

Also, it helps that Mia can serve as the class rep for class 73. Everyone is very.......well......XDDDD Kinda need that arbiter or the glue that holds everyone together even post-graduation. Also, Mia is just an amazing character. She should've been the MC in AA, not Phoenix. Yeah, I'll die on that hill. Exploring her relationship with her sister through the trilogy and even with her aunt in JFA would've been incredible. But you're not here for my AA rants lol.

ENJOY! (Also she will be in the cards pinned link in the Class 73 folder)

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Fem!Oc : From Hunter To Prey

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Story Summary: Father Carden accepted a Huntress to aid in the mission. Her favorite pastime is irritating the Weeping Monk. One evening, they both push past the limit of their quarreling.

Notes: Please note, this is a spicy one-shot. 🌶️ 🌶️ Also, I need to think of a better summary for this :S

Warnings: Frenemies to competitive lovers lol?. Unprotected sex. Strong Language. Slight Dub/con at first(?). Consensual.

Word count: 3,9K

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These past few days had been nothing but obstacles and trouble. The task Father had given him had proven more difficult than he had expected. It was a failure, and to know that Father had entrusted another with the task because of it was humiliating.

The Huntress, Annora, had been given the task. The golden haired woman had been raising in ranks rather quickly since Father had chosen her to join the mission. And since that day, there had not been a single moment where this woman did not make a mockery of him. Tasks that normally would go to him, were now entrusted to her. She succeeded when he failed, she had Father’s unwavering attention and not a bad word was spoken off her among the paladins. Some of it because of her talents in battle, some of it because of her appearance. The Huntress, much like himself, stood out between the Red Paladins. Her wavy golden hair always tied up, otherwise it would run far past her shoulders and hinder her in a fight.

Those sharp eyes of her had searched the paladin camp for Father Carden, and she spotted him standing at the side of the Weeping Monk. The Huntress approached, it wasn’t necessary to wait long, Father Carden put his attention to her immediately. The Monk’s jaw tensed just enough for her to notice. She was not taller than his shoulder, he towered over her, but the determination in her eyes could bring down anyone faced with them.

“Our talented Huntress returns victorious again. This, my son, is what I ask.” Father told him.

Annora’s mouth curved into that smile that she knew the Weeping Monk hated. Oh, how amusing it was to see the Monk look at her with a bitter expression. It made her day.

“Yes, Father.” He answered, knowing very well that it was meant to point out his recent failures in catching the Wolf Blood With again without having it be said.

She was beaming with pride, a thorn to his eyes.

Father Carden put his hands on her shoulders, proud of the woman. “Rest well tonight, my dear Annora. Tomorrow you will receive your next task.”

“Yes, Father.” She politely tilted her head.

A paladin called out for Father Carden and the priest went to see what he wanted.

Annora looked up at the Monk. “You must be glad that I undid your mistake today.”

He had forgotten about a mill still storing flour. A group of Feys had stolen all of it. The Huntress had seen this happen and these Fey had not gotten far.

His jaw tensed even more, he was swirling the protests in his mouth to prevent them from being spoken.

“The plan was to starve the enemy. Have you forgotten?” She sounded far too sweet while rubbing it in his face.

Annora knew that he despised her, he dismissed her presence unlike the paladins. He avoided her like she was the plague running through the camp. Months had passed and the Monk’s envy for her achievements had only grown.

He clenched his jaw. “I have not.”

That coy smile danced on her lips, “Are you sure? I could ask Father Carden to remind you of the importance of it.”

He turned to her, staring her down, gritting out through his teeth. “Do not play your childish games with me, Annora. I know my duty, mind your own.”

Not even his icy tone could wipe that arrogant smile off her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but the Monk turned and walked away from her.

“Do not be so sensitive, my Weeping Monk. I was merely joking.” She called out after him, embarrassing him in front of the paladins.

He shook his head, continued on his path, and refused to listen to her mockery.

Later that night Annora found her favorite target just outside the paladin camp. The Monk seemed rather calm tonight, he was looking down at a small map in his hands.

She walked over to ruin his peaceful evening, “Studying the maps in the hope to prevent further mistakes?”

He let out a loud obnoxious sigh, and rolled the map up again. “Is there something important you wish to discuss, Annora?”

“No.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Or maybe… yes. I wonder why you have been performing so terribly as of late?”

He pressed his eyes and mouth shut.

She circled around him, intruding his personal space with, like a feline would. “I might begin to suspect that you are leading the paladins to those Fey camps too late on purpose. Is that what is happening?”

His tone was as sharp as cold steel, “What are you insinuating?”

She feigned a pout, her voice soft, “Is our Weeping Monk growing weak?”

He cast his eyes to the trees, clearly bothered by her.

Annora faced him, sounding more serious now. “I don’t want to have to keep fixing your mistakes. I expect better from you, I know you, you aren’t usually this…” She gestured to him, “Distracted.”

For the first time he looked down at her face, just for a second, and only because he heard some genuine concern underneath the rudeness.

He did not appreciate her derogative comment. “Your disappointment is not my concern. I only answer to Father. And as I recall, I still outrank you.”

Annora hated to hear him remind her of it. “Only because you happen to be a man! If I were born different, Father would have made me his second in command, not you!”

The Monk smirked, oddly amused to see her get angry.

It made her all the more furious, that feigned sweet smile was gone, “Soon Father will see who is truly capable of leading the paladins!”

His tone grew as venomous as hers, “You? How? Will you whisper your commands in their ears to make them listen to you?”

Annora was insulted by the blatant mockery and what he was insinuating. She gave him a shove, he barely moved. The Monk took a step back and started to leave, before this could spiral downwards further than it already had. He made the mistake of losing sight of his surroundings and pushed a branch out of the way when he wanted to storm off. A branch of an Ash tree…

The control he had over his body was slipping away, and to his dismay he felt his Fey markings rise to the surface of his skin far too fast to stop it. One look in her eyes told that she had seen them form on the back of his hands, her eyes were trained to notice these things. He had sealed his fate with this.

Annora’s eyes widened, shocked to learn that the Weeping Monk was Fey himself.

“You’re Fey.” She stated if firmly.

His jaw tensed at the tone, he knew that the line of ally to enemy had been crossed.

“Does Father know?” She demanded an answer.

The answer was quiet. “Yes.”

Annora got closer, much closer, invading his space once more.

“Why should I not kill you where you stand?” Her voice never changed, it remained light and almost sweet, it made her all the more dangerous to unsuspecting targets.

A wicked smile danced on her lips so temptingly that she saw him look down at them, “Or are you going to kill me, my Weeping Brother?”

He rolled his jaw, seeing the challenging way her eyes were glancing up at him, that coy smile on those plump lips.

“I’ll keep your secret.” She boldly brushed her palm over his chest up to his shoulder. “I will enjoy reminding you of the power I hold over you now.”

He glared down at her and took a step away. “I will not be your toy, Annora! You hold no power over me.”

Her hand dropped away. “I was only joking. I suppose Father finds your skill more important than your treacherous heritage.”

The Monk held her gaze, staring her down. “Have you forgotten, when you first joined our mission, who it was that made certain you were not butchered during the cleansings?”

Annora forced her eyes away, crossing her arms over her chest. It was true, she had not been prepared for how chaotic it could be when half a battlefield was on fire and the rest of it was filled with people fighting for their lives.

She took a step away, “Are you asking for my gratitude for doing your duty? For doing what was expected from you?” Annora scoffed, and looked at him condescending.

It did not come as a surprise that she would act ungrateful.

He turned away from her. “I want nothing from you. Not even gratitude.”

She was almost stunned to hear him speak to her in the same tone. Annora watched the Monk walk away from her, leaving her among the trees as he returned to the cluster of tents.

~~~◇~~~◇~~~◇~~~~

The next day, Father had made the decision to return to the monastery to better plan the course of the mission. It was hours upon hours of Father speaking with other priests, standing over countless maps that were acquired by both the Monk and the Huntress.

And then, early in the evening, Father had decided to choose Annora for an important task, a task he would have given to his most trusted Monk had she not been there.

Father’s trust in him was wavering. His own faith was wavering. And now this. Of course the Huntress flaunted with Father’s trust in her capabilities. Especially because Father has given her the task whilst he was standing right beside them. An objection had come from him, one that was met with Father’s cold glare, it had silenced him immediately

Now the Monk was standing outside the monastery, whilst his Brothers slept, because he could not calm his mind enough to let it rest. Perhaps some cool night air would calm the envy, soothing it until it was nothing more than disappointment in himself again.

“What are you doing out here?” The disapproving voice of Annora rang from behind him.

He shut his eyes and sighed. “Standing.”

She got right into his view, and leaned against the wall of the monastery, “I can see that. But why?”

It came out cold, and far less polite than he often forced himself to be. “Do you have no one else to bother, Annora?”

She simply shrugged her shoulders. “Everyone else here loves my company, it wouldn’t be bothering them.”

Annora leaned a little closer, grinning at him, her tone constantly bordering on how one would speak to an infant. “Come now, did I make you angry?”

He tried so hard not to roll his eyes, but they still betrayed his irritation.

The way she was leaning was almost playful, “Is this about me being given that task instead of you?”

“No.” He lied.

“No?” She echoed. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re angry that a woman is succeeding where you are failing.”

He drew a deep breath, and told her. “This has nothing to do with you being a woman, Annora.”

“I see.” Annora pushed her back against the wall, breathing in deeply. One might be tricked into thinking she was moving sensually on purpose, “You are just jealous because Father knows I serve this mission better than you ever could.”

He wondered how he had the patience to be around this woman on a daily basis. “Your haughtiness will be your downfall in battle one day, Annora.”

She sounded terribly condescending. “Oh, you wish. I will outlive you, my Weeping Brother. Run along now. Go be a good boy and fetch us the Wolf Blood Witch.”

His palm slammed loud against the wall just next to her before she could walk past the spot, it stayed there, blocking her from just walking away after that.

Annora arched her brow, then a soft chuckle came. “What? Did I hurt your feelings?”

She roughly pushed his arm out of her way. He responded in a way he never thought he would.

The Monk had grabbed her by the arms and pushed her back against the wall. The otherwise mouthy, brazen woman had a hint of fear in her eyes. A rare thing for her and a rare sight for him. Something in his own eyes changed upon seeing it.

Her she was, constantly provoking him. And now she had the look in her eyes that he had seen in others hundreds of times before. Why did it bother him to see it in hers?

Annoralet out a shocked sound when he suddenly grabbed her throat and harshly kissed her. He was loaded with all the disrespect she had shown. She hated him. She hated how good it felt. She hated that she wanted him to do more.

Annora tried to act reluctant, even when she opened her mouth for him and began to reciprocate. Then she pushed him off, at least she tried, but the shove barely got him an inch away.

“How dare you!” She sneered.

He looked back at her, unimpressed by her response.

He had felt her react and reciprocate, she was as guilty as he was. Father’s perfect little Huntress was flawed after all.

Annora glared at him, until her aroused state won from her pride. She pulled him back in and pressed her lips to his just as harshly as he had done to her. Even now she tried to get the upper-hand, to be the one in control.

He would not let her, she was kept against that wall by him no matter how much she tried to gain control over him. And for the first time since he met her, she yielded to him.

“Good girl.” He remembered how she had disrespected him earlier, and used the same sort of language on her.

She moaned when his tongue entered her mouth after her own had beckoned for his. His hand went under her shirt and groped her breast. The cold of his hand caused her to try and squirm away from it, but soon her need for him grew stronger and his hand warmed by touching her.

“Such a good girl…” He purred the praise into her ear.

He was growing hard at the feeling of her becoming so pliable in his hands. The icy huntress who had spend her days tormenting him, was now letting him take control over her.

His hand sank down between her legs, cupping her through the fabric of her trousers as he let the bottom of his palm rub against her. She had felt his cock poke her against the thigh.

“If you intend to stick your cock in me, hurry up before you bore me again.” Annora told him with that usual demanding, condescending tone he hated.

His hands flew to her hips, turned her, and pushed her front against the wall. “I will.”

She never thought he would actually do it. He pulled her trousers down to her knees. The sudden cold chill against her legs was torment. The cold was forgotten when she felt him sink two fingers into her. A surprised yelp forced it’s way out of her. The sound of her wetness as he pumped them into her made embarrassment hit.

The Monk leaned in close to tell her, “This does not sound like I bore you as you claim.”

She swallowed her pride, to desperate for the feeling of being filled. He was more generous than she anticipated, she believed he was determined to show her why she was wrong to disrespect a man who could bring her pleasure. He worked her so much that she got dangerously close to her release. The Monk must have sensed it, because he withdrew his fingers and began to undo the cords of his trousers.

He sucked at the skin of her neck and ground himself up against her rear a bit, “Still want me?”

She had lost her maidenhead long before she met him, and it had been too long since she had felt filled. “I want your cock. Not you.”

“Good.” He replied almost coldly to her.

He pushed her legs apart with his leg and inserted himself to the hilt right away. A curse flew out of her, she hated how he could surprise her in this. He was more merciful when he began to thrust, his hips rolled against her slowly. She bit back her moans, biting her lip until it was too painful to keep doing so. He did not bother to hide his vocal responses from her.

He was not rough like others before him had been with her, there was a patience with which he moved that stunned her. Her rear was being caressed much like a lover would do, it worked terribly confusing on her. Was it so bad to pretend for just one moment in time that he wasn’t someone she loved to anger everyday? To play the act of lover instead of fighter?

Annora leaned into him, taking the hand he had held on her hip and using it to move his arm around her instead.

His nose touched her ear, he heard how she had begun to moan differently. Longingly. She was as close as she could get to him, moving her hips along with his.

“Lancelot…” She moaned the name she had always been too stubborn to speak.

In return he gave all of him to her, thrusting deep and holding her hips still for just a moment to let her feel it well. Then he didn’t thrust for a moment, but moved his hips a little.

“Fuck…” She quietly slammed her hand against the wall, he filled her far too well.

He began to roll his hips again, hearing how her wetness sounded every time he thrusted into her. She shameless pushed herself back into him, too impatient to let him thrust with long strokes anymore. He matched her impatience and quickened his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin filled the air and burdened it with the sin. She bend forward just a little, causing him to hit just the right spot. She was scratching her nails into the wall, whimpering for release. He put a hand on her back, keeping her as she was now that the pressure in his groin was close to unwind. She heard him quietly curse and felt him lose the restrained he had shown. She did not complain when he bucked into her faster, chasing his own pleasure, it hit her just right.

“Keep going. Just like that.” She couldn’t manage to sound commanding, it came out like begging.

He stroked along her back, quietly praising her, “My beautiful Annora…”

She didn’t protest when he spoke of her possessively whilst he was fucking her so good. It worked to arouse her further, something he had undoubtedly noticed because his praising continued.

“You are not so cold between your legs, as you are to me otherwise.” He dragged his hand along her back, then caught a handful of her hair and pulled her close again, his teeth grazed her ear, “My good, good girl.”

Her release hit her like thunder, she quaked on her legs and he slowed his thrusts to keep her on her feet. The slow strokes of him made her cry as it increased the feeling that had taken hold on her. He fucked her through her release patiently slow, and when she had her hands on the wall to recover, he quickened again.

She knew he was close and offered him the answer to a question he might be asking himself, “Just keep going… don’t retreat.”

She swallowed the ‘please’.

The Huntress was asking him to spill his seed into her? It got him so close to the edge that he cared not for the repercussions that could follow.

She gave him the first bit of praise he must have heard in weeks, “You’re doing so good…”

He bucked into her fully, once, twice…

She felt him swell inside of her, and pushed her pride aside to offer him some more, “You deserve this.”

He throbbed and spilled, feeling how his seed shot into her. She felt the hot liquid enter her quickly and gasped at the amount he gave her.

He kept her still, letting her receive it all and relishing in the feeling it gave him to know that she had wanted him to give it to her.

They both were quiet for a moment as they regained their breaths. Annora let out a small noise when he withdrew himself from her and hid himself back into his trousers. She shut her legs, already feeling his seed starting to slowly run down from her. The Monk reached down and moved her trousers back up. She said nothing while she closed them with the cords again. Neither really knew what to say after the mutually committed sin. She batted her eyes at him, finally her voice broke through the silence.

“I was wondering when you’d finally realize you like me more than you think you do.” She sounded quite proud.

He looked off to the side, cheeks still flushed down to his neck.

Her arrogance returned. “You’d better not speak of this to anyone.”

His eyes returned to her, “You believe I would be so disrespectful?”

Annora blinked twice, taken aback by his respectful approach to this. “I never thought you would be so considerate about this.”

He spoke of it in a calm manner. “It is not my fault that you have always refused to learn who I am as a person.”

She nodded, a rare thing for her to admit that she had been prejudiced towards him. “Would you believe me if I said that I want to learn?”

The Monk looked at her in silence for a moment, studying her eyes, then nodded. “I believe it.” The hint of a smile presented itself. “I no longer bore you?”

She nearly scoffed, but her coy smile curved her lips. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He was trying not to smile.

Annora curled her fingers around the leather straps of his cloak, and stood on the tips of her toes to peck his lips. “It’s much better to like me, than to hate me. Is it not?”

That seductive tone slithered into his ears. “I never said I liked-”

“Don’t…” She stopped him from denying it, and realized that she did hope that he actually liked her.

He fell quiet immediately when he saw her smile vanish, her eyes were filled with sincerity. She took a step back, turning her head to look at the trees.

The Monk reached out for her, touching her chin and making her look at him. “You make it difficult for me to like your company, but it is even harder to go without it.”

The admission made her look at him. “I suppose that is fair.” Her smile returned. “Maybe I will make it less difficult for you from now on. Perhaps it will make you feel more inclined to seek my company.”

By the look in his eyes, she knew that he understood what she was offering. He cleared his throat.

“We shall see.” He said.

She smiled at him a little suggestive.

And after they had made themselves presentable again, they headed back into the monastery.

The Huntress remained arrogant towards him, but he did not mind. Because he often reminded her of what he had to offer in return for her yielding to him.

[isagrimorie]

Did I mention how I absolutely LOVE it when our dear repressed sorceress is Suffering?

And while Imogen's in the Fey Realm she is perpetually having a No Good Bad Day.

Like somehow I think Imogen thought Nana Morri's Collection might not be as horrifying, and then:

FACES: A Series.

Marisha and Ashley: Enjoying This. Travis and Laura (and Imogen): Would Like to Check Out Now Please.

MOAR FACES

Matt continues to describe Nana Morri's collection of Horrors:

Fearne: Now you know where I got it from!

(Marisha, creator of Living Dead Girl, Laudna. Straight up having a great time).

Meanwhile, Orym is Having a Moment of Realization about his best friend.

Imogen's dawning realization Fearne would have a collection similar and as big as Nana Morri's.