#Imagine Shadow visiting her room to read her a book or something

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Sometimes Maria feels good enough to run and play in the ARK, but some days she is really sick.

#sonic #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #digital illustration #digital art #fanart #quick sketch #I just wanted to see Maria sick #Imagine Shadow visiting her room to read her a book or something #Shadow cares for her human sister #Makes me sad

[wzrd-wheezes]

Forget Me Not - Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - this amazing idea was thought of by the lovely @thepunisherfrankcastle who posted this the other day. I couldn't not write it. Thank you for letting me write your beautiful idea.

Warnings: contains mentions of blood and an accident (nothing graphic literally a sentence) memory loss but other than that some angst and a bit off fluff.

3.8k words

It absolutely ruined him when the accident happened. The way her body fell limp in the rubble, blood smeared across her face. For a split second, everyone thought she was dead, unable to bring her back round. Remus knelt by her, brushing the dust off of her face, trying to mop up the blood with the hem of his t-shirt. 

She was in the hospital for weeks, barely allowed to have visitors. The closest Remus got to her was through the cloudy glass that looked into her room from the corridor. He spent hours with his forehead resting against the glass, trying to get a glimpse of her to see if she was okay. The doctors seemed to keep pulling the curtains around her for privacy, promising to update him if anything happened.  

He spent days waiting outside of her room, his back stiff from sitting on the hard plastic chairs, staring at the worn linoleum floor. The bright, fluorescent lights gave him a headache. He couldn’t even bring himself to read the book that he had tucked away in the back pocket of his jeans, his mind was a mess of thoughts and he found it hard to focus. Every few hours, the lady with the tea trolley would come rattling down the corridor and she would give him a sympathetic smile as she handed him his drink.  

James and Sirius came to visit, they sat with him for hours, trying to convince to go home.  

“C’mon, mate. You need to get some proper food down you at least.” James reasoned, looking at the crumpled paper coffee cups and the empty cigarette packets that were laying at Remus’s feet.  

“What if she wakes up and I’m not here?” he answered, staring into the grey-ish cup of tea he was drinking. 

“Then they’ll call you and you can come straight back.” Sirius rubbed his shoulder comfortingly, “You’ll feel better after a decent sleep. Can’t imagine you’ve had much here.” 

Remus finally looked up, weak smile forming on his lips. He nodded – Sirius was right. He had barely slept since he’d been here. The uncomfortable surroundings and constant buzzing and beeping from the machines made it near impossible. He was exhausted. There were dark smudges under his eyes that were getting worse every day, a shadow of stubble across his jaw and his hair was a mess from him anxiously running his hands through it. 

When he stood up, it felt like every bone in his body cracked, clicking back into place. Since he got here, he had barely moved, only getting up to go to the bathroom or to get a cheap coffee from the machine. He groaned, rubbing his hip to ease the pain.  James and Sirius led him back to the car, Sirius’s hand planted firmly on his back, guiding him.  

Remus could barely get his key in the door, his hands were shaking so badly, a combination of anxiety and the lack of food and sleep. His friends had offered to come in with him, to sit with him for a while. James had even offered to go and collect some of his mum’s cooking for him to eat. Remus politely declined, not feeling up to the company. Reluctantly, his friends retreated leaving Remus alone.  

He wandered around the flat for a while, rummaging in the cupboards for something to eat, slotted two slices of bread in the toaster and flicked the kettle on. Y/N would go mad when she found out he wasn’t looking after himself properly.  

The living room felt eerily empty without his girlfriend. The ticking of the clock was driving him insane, and he switched the radio on, trying to drown it out. Eating felt near enough impossible, his mouth was dry and the bread felt like he was chewing on cardboard. His fingers reached out for his mug, taking a swig of his tea trying to dislodge it from his throat. He rubbed his hand over his face. God, he was tired. The thought of sleeping in their bed alone was unbearable, the two of them hadn’t spent a night alone since they moved in together.  

He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but he must have because he woke up abruptly to the sound of the landline ringing. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt disorientated. It was nighttime now, the living room was bathed in gloomy moonlight and he nearly tripped over as he rushed to the phone.  

“Hello?” His voice came out strained.  

“Hello. Can I speak to a Mr Lupin, please?” the voice asked.  

“Speaking.”  

“Ah, hello Mr Lupin. We’re just calling to let you know that Y/N has woken up. She’s still a little groggy but if you wanted to come over in the morning to see her then you can.”  

Remus felt like he could cry. It took all of his restraint to not just drive straight to the hospital now, but he knew he needed to let her rest if she had just come round. Instead, he went for a shower, finding the hot water soothing against his tired body. He ran his hands through his hair, lathering up the shampoo. For the first time since the accident, he felt like he could breathe properly again.  

The bathroom was filled with steam by the time he got out. He could barely see his reflection in the mirror as the condensation dripped down it. He winced as he saw his himself, his fingers tracing the bags under his eyes. He rummaged in the cabinet for his razor, deciding to clean himself up a little before the morning.  

That night, he decided to sleep on the sofa again, he told himself that it was just in case the hospital rang again, so he could hear the phone. Deep down, he knew that it was because he didn’t want to sleep in their bed without Y/N.  

A decent nights sleep was much needed, Remus only awoke when the morning sunlight streamed into the living room. He looked around groggily, his eyes squinting in the bright light. He wasn’t used to waking up in his own flat, the last few times that he dozed off, when he woke up it was to the fluorescent hospital lights and the doctors walking down the corridor, doing their morning rounds. 

He got dressed quickly, and gave himself a once over in the mirror before he left, running a hand through his hair, trying to tame the unruly curls.  

When he arrived at the hospital, there was a crowd of doctors and nurses that were outside of Y/N’s room. He waited anxiously for them to stop talking, nibbling on the skin of his bottom lip. 

“Mr Lupin?” one of the doctors turned around, “We’re glad you’re here-” 

“Can I go in? I need to see her.”  

“Of course. She’s having a few issues with her memory at the moment. She can’t seem to remember much from the accident but seeing a familiar face might help jog her memory.” The doctor informed him.  

Y/N looked better than he thought she would when he entered. She was propped up against some pillows, her face was patched up a bit and she had multiple wires and drips attached to her that were connected to different machines. She cocked her head when Remus walked in.  

“God, I’m so happy to see you. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Remus rushed over to her, planting a gentle kiss to the top of her head. She stayed silent for a moment, her brows knitting together.  

“I’m really sorry. Do I know you?” she pulled away from him. 

Remus stood stunned for a few seconds, at a complete loss for words. He felt like time had stood still. He hadn’t noticed that the doctor was stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand. Remus spun around when he spoke.  

“That’s normal,” the doctor began, “There tends to be memory loss in the days after someone wakes up from an accident so severe. Sometimes it takes a while for them to remember everything.” 

“What do you mean ‘a while’.” Remus stressed, “I thought you said that she couldn’t remember the accident? Not that she couldn’t remember me!”  

“She has an incredibly severe concussion. The extent of her damage is worse than we originally thought. She’s suffered a significant amount of brain trauma, which has most likely caused her to lose her memory. We’re hoping that it won’t be permanent, and her brain heals itself. But it could take days, weeks or even months.” The doctor explained carefully. 

Every trace of colour drained from his face and he felt his stomach sink. His breath caught in his throat, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The doctor left the room, saying something about giving Remus time to process – he wasn’t really listening.  

Remus moved to sit by her bed, reaching to take Y/N’s hand in his but withdrawing his fingers almost immediately. Y/N just sat silently, staring at Remus he could near enough see the cogs in her brain turning, trying to work out who he was. 

“I’m sorry.” Y/N repeated, “I feel like I’m supposed to know who you are but I just can’t remember.” She bit down on her lip. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Remus said, trying to remain calm. He was trying to look and sound reassuring, but tears were stinging at his eyes and he was doing his best to hold them back. 

“Something keeps coming to my mind when I look at you. It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” she looked at him earnestly, “You know when you can’t remember something but you know that you know it?” 

“I’m Remus,” he nodded, “I’m your boyfriend.” 

“My... boyfriend?” her eyes widened and she reached a hand up to her mouth, “How long? Have we been together a while?” 

“Since we were at school.” Remus confirmed, smiling sadly.  

Y/N was speechless. It was as if she was going from one emotional state to another. She looked completely lost, struggling to get her head around the idea. She looked at Remus, observing him with a newfound curiosity. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes and she swallowed hard, looking away for a moment. 

“I- I don’t remember anything.” tears were falling now, she was growing increasingly more distressed.  

“I think you should go now, Mr Lupin.” the doctor had appeared at the door again, “We need to let her rest. You can visit again tomorrow.” 

Remus stiffened as he spoke, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t agree, he didn’t want to leave her on her own. He didn’t trust himself to speak, as if the words would open the floodgates and he would lose it completely. So instead, he just reached out and took her hand, squeezing it tightly for a moment before he left. 

When he got home, Remus wandered aimlessly through the flat, his eyes dull and his expression sombre. He made himself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table. Sirius and James had left him messages on the answering machine, but he couldn’t muster up the effort to call them back.  

Remus just sat there, thinking over his past. Over everything they had been through together. He had known Y/N for as long as he could remember. They had met on their first day of school, forming a group with James and Sirius and had been inseparable ever since. It was when they reached their teens that Remus started seeing her in a different light. He started noticing how she would lean into him to whisper things when they were doing late night study sessions in the library. How her nose would crinkle up when she laughed, how the sun caught in her eyes when they would spend lazy afternoons by the lake.  

He had never had much in terms of affection, his childhood was pretty ropey, and he spent as much time as he could at school. Even when he grew up, girls never seemed to go with him. It was hard, when you were friends with people like James and Sirius, people who flirting and talking to people came so naturally to.  

He had never thought that someone would love him like that. The way that Y/N did. When he finally opened up to her about his feelings and she reciprocated, he felt like the happiest man in the world.  

He remembered all the times he had stayed up late studying, even though his body ached and his mind was growing less coherent by the house. He remembered the times when she would sneak off to go and make them both coffee, kissing his cheek before she left. He remembered being so damn tired the next morning but getting to spend time with her was so worth it.  

When they eventually got their flat together, he was always so excited to spend his days off with her. It was as if he never had to worry about what he would do when she was around. He could just relax. He would do little things, like leave notes in her books and whisper sweet nothings in her ear as they snuggled up on the sofa.  

The years of feeling underserving of being loved seemed so trivial now- so stupid. Y/N loved him. She loved him completely and irrevocably. Yet now, she had no idea who he was. 

His head felt heavy and sore from all the thinking, from not letting himself feel for so long. He slumped forward in his chair, his elbows resting on the table, his face buried in his hands. He hated that the accident had happened. That he had to look at her and be a stranger to her. It was like there was a knife in his gut, the blade twisting every time that Y/N said she didn’t remember him. What if she never remembered him? What if this was his one shot at love and it had been ruined? For years, Remus had had a horrible thought in the back of his mind that their relationship was purely circumstantial, that if they had met in any other scenario that she wouldn’t have fallen for him. Now, it seemed like his worst nightmare had come true.  

When he went back to the hospital the next day, he spent the walk to Y/N’s room trying to convince himself that this all was just some crazy dream, that he would walk into her room and that she would recognise him. He was devastated when she didn’t. 

“Are those for me?” she asked when he walked in, nodding towards the bunch of flowers that he was holding. 

“Yeah.” he smiled, feeling somewhat shy, “They’re your favourites.” 

“Well, I’m glad you remembered.” she joked. 

She laughed and he couldn’t help but feel his heart leap just a little. He didn’t even think that this was all new to her, that her personality might have changed. She still had her wicked sense of humour. He chuckled, but the sound felt hollow in his chest. A part of him couldn’t be completely happy, not while she still didn’t know who he was. It was bittersweet to hear her joke, it was as if nothing in the world mattered apart from the fact that she was here right now. 

“The doctor was saying I should go home soon.” she broke the silence after a few moments, “He said something about how being in familiar surroundings might help jog my memory.” 

“I think that’s a good idea.” he smiled softly, “Do you want to come home?” 

“I think so...” her voice trailed off, “I’m just worried. I mean, you say that you're my boyfriend and I believe you but I just still don’t remember anything.”  

“We can take things slowly.” he replied, “We can get to know each other again. You can get to know me...” 

It pained him to say it. His heart raced as he realised what he had just suggested. They would be starting over. He had a horrible worry in the back of his mind. What if he couldn’t make her fall for him again? 

A few days later, Remus drove her home from the hospital. They didn’t feel as uncomfortable around each other now; Remus had been at the hospital pretty much constantly for the past few days. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye as the car pulled up outside of their flat, searching her face for a hint that she remembered where she was. 

He felt his heart plummet when her eyes didn’t flicker. She didn’t seem to recognise anything as they walked into the flat. She looked as if she were a stranger in this place that she called home just a few weeks ago. He led her to the sofa, sitting down next to her. Every few seconds, his eyes would wander back to her face, wanting her to notice him, to remember him. It was like he was playing tug of war in his head, part of him wanted to break down and cry, the other was telling him to stay calm. He knew he had to stay strong for her. 

“If you feel like you need space, let me know.” Remus offered, “I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable, that’s what I care about most.” 

“Thank you,” she smiled, looking down at her hands as she wrung them together in her lap. Her hands were always a sign of her stress and anxiety – he had known that since school. 

“I put together a box a stuff. Just bits and bobs from the last few years. Y’know postcards, letters, photographs, that kind of stuff. I can go and get them if you like?” 

Y/N spent hours curled up on the sofa, sifting through the box that Remus brought her. She pored over the photographs, tracing their faces with the tip of her finger. He felt his heart throb when he saw the spark of happiness light up her eyes. It seemed like she was enjoying looking through the photographs, seeing all the good times they had in the past. He watched her, her smile was infectious, momentarily making him forget about everything that had happened. 

“You wrote me all these letters?” she asked, wafting one in his direction. 

“Yeah. I started doing it when we were at school, y’know over the summer holidays and then I started leaving them around in places for you to find. I’ve done it for years.” 

“You really loved me, huh?” she mused. 

“Love.” Remus corrected her, “I really love you.” 

“Even now?” she cocked her head to look at him, “Even though I can’t remember anything?” 

“Of course. I always will.” he met her gaze, his eyes softening, “It’s such a shame that you can’t remember everything but you get to rediscover who you are and who you were. I’m just happy that I get to be there alongside you for that.” 

“But won’t it just feel like dating a stranger? Starting afresh?” her voice grew quieter and she looked down at her hands, picking at the skin around her nails.  

“I get the pleasure of getting to know you all over again.”  

Over the next few weeks that they spent back at their flat together, Y/N’s attitude towards Remus shifted. She had started to become more comfortable around him, like she wasn’t seeing him as a stranger anymore. They would spend hours curled up on the sofa together while she asked Remus to tell her stories about their time at school. She would laugh at his jokes, playfully hitting him on the arm as she did so – something that she used to do when they were younger.  

For the first time since the accident, she started flirting with him. It was nice to see her back to the playful, flirty girl that she used to be. She would often tease Remus about their past and then take great delight when his cheeks went pink. Her touches started to linger and she had even started leaning against him when they sat together, her body brushing against his.  

He was starting to be more affectionate with her too, though he was hesitant to initiate it as he didn’t want to move things along too fast and spook her. A sudden rush of excitement would wash over him whenever she showed any signs of falling into their old patterns. He couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of his face. 

One evening, while they were cooking together in the kitchen, something that they always used to do, he caught her staring at him. Her eyes roamed over his face, taking in every detail like she was trying to commit it to memory.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Remus teased.  

“Oh, shut up.” she laughed, turning away from him to stir the pot on the stove. Remus just chuckled, shaking his head and looking back to the dishes that he was drying. They stayed in comfortable silent for a while, occasionally Y/N would sing along to songs on the radio if she remembered them, though she would often get the words muddled up. 

“Hey, Moony, can you just pass me the saltshaker?” she asked, her eyes still focused on the bubbling pan.  

“What did you just call me?” The plate that he was holding nearly slipped from his fingers and he turned around so fast that his neck could have snapped. 

“M-Moony.” she repeated, though this time the word felt unfamiliar in her mouth. It had come so casually before, dripping off her tongue like honey. 

“You haven’t called me that for ages.” he said, his voice thick with disbelief, “I didn’t think you’d remember. How did you even...” his voice trailed off. 

“I don’t know.” she moved to look at him, her eyes wide, “It just slipped out. It suits you though. Moony.” 

Remus could have fallen to his knees. This was the first time that she has remembered something. Something about him. The way she said it so easily, as if nothing had happened at all. It was the first sign of hope in weeks that her memory might start to come back. Even if it didn’t Remus was enjoying getting to know her all over again.  

While Remus lay on the sofa that evening trying to get some sleep, he had taken to sleeping on the sofa until she was more comfortable around him, he couldn’t believe that she was starting to fall for him again. The ever-present voice in the back of his mind had started to quieten. He had been so worried that his one shot at love had slipped from his grasp and it was killing him that there was nothing that he could to do make her remember what once was. He couldn’t believe his luck. The girl of his dreams had starting to like him, again. The first time wasn’t just a fluke like he always thought it had been. She liked him and she chose him again. 

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[helionpegasus]

ceilings part 5

Azriel x Reader

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summary: Reader always had vivid dreams due her Seer heritage. But things take a twist in her life when she wake up in a world that is not hers and the loving male that were always in her dreams shows to be very different from what she known him to be.

warning: none. but let me know if you find anything :)

words count: 1979

author's note: we're baaaack! now things will start happening more quickly and i'll try not making it too slowburn haha. i'll also include my personal theories in the story. anyway, hope you like it ❤️‍🩹

A whole month had passed.

The dream with little Azriel never happened again, and you didn’t know if this was good or bad. Because it wasn’t the only one to disappear, all the other dreams you used to have did.

All that surrounded your mind was what could that possibly mean. You came to Velaris because of those dreams, so it’s logical that you must need them to go back. So the possibility of not dreaming ever was starting to get the best of you.

The Shadowsinger being so wary of your being was not helpful at all. Once you talked about it with Nesta and she only said that “He’s like this. It’s nothing personal.”, but it feels extremely personal to you.

How he would stop talking about something once you enter the room, or send a bunch of his shadow to follow you through the House of Wind, and even look at you in a weird way during dinner.

Today you woke up to the rain pouring outside, the thunder humming low. When you enter the dining room to have breakfast, you find Nesta there, with a cup of tea in hand and a book in the other.

“No training today?” You ask sitting across from her and already putting a piece of strawberry pie that you found to be your favorite thing in this world.

“Headache. I’ll take the day off, since dealing with Cas and Az the whole day would only make it worse.” She said, taking a little laugh from you. You can’t even imagine what it was like to work with both of them.

“Well, today seems like a good day to relax. I don’t think the rain is gonna pass too soon.” You took the last bite from the pie.

“You’re right.” Nesta sighs. “I’m gonna give myself the privilege I didn’t have for so long: Spend the whole day in bed.”

“You deserve it!”

“Thank you! See you at dinner.” She took the last sip from her tea and exited the room going directly to the main hallway.

Unlike Nesta, you weren’t feeling so useful lately. So you think the best decision was to take your cup of tea to the library and continue your search, which you started last week but ended up in nowhere.

The floor you use to study wasn't much visited, you assumed the first time you went there. Even after having your presence for a whole week handling books and discovering shelves, all of them still have a layer of dust. And maybe the people who live here simply didn’t hold a curiosity in learning Prythian history, you thought that it would be a better option than the fact that this floor was so close to the darkness under it.

After hours of hard searching, because you are dealing with history and most of the books were written in the oldest language, your mind gets tired of it. Your tea was no longer hot and your eyes hurt from reading.

When your mind starts questioning if it was lunch time already you felt the presence. His presence. You could ignore how much it makes you uncomfortable, like you have been doing for all this time. But, today you were tired of it.

“You know I can feel when you are spying on me, right?” You say closing a book. Your back is still fronting him. “I’m just saying that, in case you didn't know, I think it would be good the information that I knew you were there all those times.” Then you finally turn to face him.

Azriel tried to not show the shock in his eyes, since this was the first time something like this was ever happening. He decides to stay silent, trying to form a sentence that wouldn’t make him sound like a stubborn child.

“Look, I don’t know what you have against me. But I already said a bunch of times that I’m willing to answer any question you have and I also said that Rhysand or Feyre can look in my mind if they want to.” You said looking into his eyes, hoping that he could see the truth in them.

You never stop being surprised with how his eyes could be so different looking at the same person. You.

“I don’t trust you.” He simply said.

Those words cut deep that you wanted to. With his low voice echoing in your head.

“Well…” You start, still gathering the right words to say and not betray how hurt you felt. “If I could help to change that, you certainly know where to find me.” You gave him a small smile that did not reach your eyes, and left the library not in the mood to continue your research anymore.

*

Azriel went straight to the River House after the quick conversation. Calling Rhys through his mind to an emergency meeting.

“You should look through her mind.” Azriel said when they entered the High Lord’s office.

“We already had this conversation a million times, Az.” Rhys says massaging his nose bridge. “She never was suspicious and never made any harm to any of us or the court.”

“Yet.”

“For Mother’s sake, Azriel.” Rhys rolls his eyes.

“I’m just saying that I think we should treat her like any stranger that enters the court out of nowhere.” Azriel said firmly with his opinion. “We gave her a roof the first day she came here. We don’t know anything about her, and I think this decision can put us in danger.”

“I wouldn’t make a decision to put any life in this court in danger, Azriel.” Rhysand's look was not friendly anymore. “And I don’t know what is happening with you lately. This is not the first time I say that you are having weird behavior.”

The Shadowsinger still remembers every word they shared in this same office in the first week you spent here.

“I’m just worried.” Az's voice was calmer this time. “I have noticed some things about her that I found strange.”

“And what would it be?”

“She can sense me around while I’m still hiding in the shadows.”

“She always had a weird connection with your shadows, we’re all working with that and she included.”

“Right. But I noticed that during her first nights, she disappeared.” 

“What do you mean?”

“When she went to sleep, she just disappeared for a few hours and then came back still sleeping. She did this for two or three nights and never did it again.”

Rhys was processing the information Azriel just said, his mind working on how she was capable of doing that on the House of Wind, a place that you could not winnow in or out.

“I can ask if she gives me the permission to look into her mind.” The High Lord says. “But if she doesn't, I will not force her to do so.” 

Azriel let out a sigh of relief, only nodding at his friend before leaving the office.

*

You weren’t expecting a reunion today. So when Nesta knocked on your door saying that everyone would meet in the living room, you needed to take time to fix yourself.

Everyone was already there when you arrived, and Feyre invited you to sit by her side.

“You must be wondering why we decided to do this unplanned meeting.” Rhysand says and you only nodded in confirmation. “We all want to help you to find answers and we need answers as well…”

“You want to look into my mind.” You finish his sentence.

You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at Azriel for half a second. Remembering the convo early this morning.

“I’m only doing this with your permission and firstly, if you are comfortable with it.”

“You can look at it.” You look into his eyes, transmitting all the confidence you could gather.

Rhys took the spot in the chair in front of you. The first thing he did once he entered your mind was make himself present. He could be sneaky if he wanted to, you knew that from other experiences with Ruhn even if he only entered to communicate.

“I’ll show you everything and some things may need an answer. But I would prefer to answer all questions you may have privately.”

“You have my word.”

And you showed him everything.

The first of your dreams, the work you have been doing with your friends in Crescent City, your life with them and the University. Till what happened the day you came to their world, the fight with the strange creature and your last dream.

“The creature that attacked you was a kelpie.” Rhys said once he left your mind with all the information he needed.

The atmosphere of the room that was thick with expectation suddenly turns into shock and worry.

“A kelpie? In my world they look very different.” You say mostly to yourself.

“What do they look like?” Nesta asks to you.

“They are species that belong to the House of Many Waters. They are shapeshifters that appear mostly as a black horse and sometimes in a human form.”

“If those things were supposed to look like humans they are in the wrong shape.” Nesta says remembering her own fight with the creatures. That got a fit of laughter from everyone in the room.

“Thank you for showing me, (Y/N). Now that we have more details, maybe we can help you more.” Rhys said, offering you a soft smile.

“Since everyone is here, we should all take dinner together.” Cassian says and we all agreed.

“I will take Nyx and be back.” Feyre says going to the balcony with wings already appearing in her back.

“We can talk now if you want to.”  The High Lord offers and you give him a nod.

He leads you to the private library of the house. Much smaller than the one the priestesses work, but as beautiful.

You both sit on a couch near a window. You loved every view of this place, because Velaris was beautiful in every angle and every weather.

“I put a sound barrier and a shadow barrier, so we can talk freely.”

“What do you want to know?” You ask the male in front of you.

“You only dream with Azriel specifically, do you have any idea why?”

“No. I’ve been waiting for this answer and a bunch of other ones for a long time too, but the only one answer was learning his name when I arrived.”

“I’ve dreamed with Feyre before we met each other too…” He says with an expecting look that makes your cheeks warm.

“You think we are mates?” Rhys only smiles. “Well I bet that your dreams with Feyre were not like those, and I am certain that she wasn’t from another world.”

“Well, you’re right. But that can still be a possibility.” He took an invisible dust from his pants. “Warn me if those dreams return, we see what we can do to help.”

“I’ll let you know.” 

“Also, Azriel commented to me that you disappear while sleeping. Do you have any explanation for that? Because people weren’t supposed to be able to winnow from here.”

You gave him a questioning look. A million questions going through your mind.

“Disappear? I don’t have the power to winnow.”

“He said that it happened on your initial nights.”  Rhys was also confused. “You don’t remember exiting in the middle of the night?”

“No. Those nights I only dreamed.”

Then Rhysand started to connect all the points. He also didn’t see you in any other place besides your dreams, so you disappearing did not make sense. And he would know if you manipulated any of the memories.

The fact was that there were only dreams. Vivid dreams.

“I think that your dreams are where you disappeared to.”

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The New Dusk Court (Az x Reader)

Chapter 1

word count: 1,051

It had been three days. And once again, the IC had met up at the River House, this time in the dining room, as they all sat in their respective chairs, and they all kept their eyes upon a single open book in the middle of the table. 

Nesta had found this book within the depths of the House of Wind with a little help from Gwyn. Next to it, a single, small map with singed pages laid–and replacing “The Prison” was “Dusk Court”. It was barely legible, but there nonetheless. The entire book was half-destroyed, but through the damage, one could slightly read stories of lush land, beautiful sunsets, and a secret that laid in a mountain within the island. A secret that only the High Lord of Dusk Court knew of, really, until what the IC can really only imagine was a war that left Dusk Court in ashes, and Morrigan’s family lineage no longer in control of Night Court, either. A time where there was still conflict over who could take advantage of Dusk Courts native animals, or who would have rights to the land once the High Lord died as he had no children. 

“You’ve read it all, Nesta?” Rhysand asked, his eyes remaining on the main attraction in front of him on the table.

“I’ve read it all. And that is all I could make out from the pages.” She answered. 

“This is still a lot of information, is it not?” Cassian looked to Rhys. He sat right beside Nesta, elbows crossed and propped up on the table as he leaned over it. 

“It is, I suppose. Mor, what can you tell us about the visit with Helion?” 

“Helion is doing well. He was very interested in what I was researching,” Morrigan swiped her blonde hair over a shoulder, “I told him I was looking for something to keep me celibate and he left me be. But I found some things that would definitely answer some questions.” 

Mor told the story of the book she’d read, how legend had it that the High Lord of Dusk was a shadowsinger. When the words left her lips, Azriel’s face paled slightly, as his suspicions were slowly being confirmed by the day. Manipulating shadows and darkness, as dusk would cast the longest shadows. It only made sense. But Azriel was gifted these powers, not born with them, and he constantly found himself asking, why? Azriel knew he was as strong as Rhys. Knew he was as powerful and quick as him, too, and he quickly realized what this all meant. 

“Azriel,” Az’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his brother’s voice. Hazel eyes met violet-blue ones, and Rhys spoke once again, “You are…” His voice trailed off, and Azriel could feel a familiar tapping on his mind as he slowly lifted his shields. 

How did I never notice before? Rhys sounded almost amused. My own brother… equal to me in power, heir to a court that I hardly knew existed. 

Azriel’s brows furrowed as he stayed in his own head. 

Why do you doubt yourself, Az? You’re smart and powerful enough… 

I don’t know the first step to becoming a High Lord of a dead court, Rhys. I’m not doing it. Azriel thought. Rhys’ low chuckle echoed in Azriel’s mind. 

There’s a first time for everything, brother. The Cauldron works in mysterious ways. The Prison sings to you things that I can’t even hear. Your shadows respond to the calling of the island. I’m not sure you have much of a choice. It’ll be tough losing my best spy. Azriel closed his shields. Rhysand wasn’t wrong, Azriel was feeling more drawn to the land as the weeks went by, and he knew he didn’t have much of a choice. His fear and insecurity was taking the reins more than anything. 

He couldn’t keep his head quiet. His shadows would speak, their becks and calls overlapping every night for a whole week, and Azriel’s face showed it. The Prison, the shadows, the dusk. A world, a woman, a love. A High Lord and Lady of Dusk. He’d attempt his late night walks through the city to quiet his mind. When that didn’t work he’d spend hours in the training ring until he’d noticed the sun was shining over the steppes. He’d lay in bed for hours staring into the dark, watching the stars and the moon. Wherever his eyes wandered, his shadows quickly followed, each one with a different request. 

Azriel stood in Rhysand’s office, staring at the different planets Rhys kept in his solar system model. He wouldn’t dare tell his brother that his eyes burned and he hadn’t slept in days, but Rhys would already know just by looking at him. Rhys sat as his desk, working through the piles of documents that lay there while he waited for Azriel to speak.

“I feel a pull to go there, Rhys.” Azriel finally muttered. 

“It’s supposed to be your court, Az. You’ll feel that.” Rhysand replied coolly. 

“I’m not talking about The Prison.” 

Rhys looked up from the papers he was working on. “A different world?” 

Azriel nodded. 

“I can figure out how to get you there,” Rhys started, but Azriel quickly interrupted. 

“No. I don’t want to raise any suspicion. I can figure it out myself.” 

Rhys sat back in his chair and shrugged. 

“If you can figure out how to get there, go.” 

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Days… weeks went by of studying and practicing how the Hel Azriel could leave this planet in favor of another one. He’d eventually made it there, with nothing but a single soul tie, diminished by the magic the world he’d stepped into seemed to lack. After lots of trial and error of how to function in this new world… Azriel found himself pulling up to a bookstore. He’d had a feeling that he’d need some kind of entertainment while he’d waited to magically appear upon his mate, so he’d set up the GPS on his phone, and took himself to a bookstore. 

He’d eventually wandered into a fantasy isle when he’d stopped in his tracks, because standing there was you, stood in front of a bookshelf with your phone and a coffee in one hand, and a thick romance book in another. 

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[paganwitchisis]

Vampiric Antidote

Here is my own original work! Not Beta read.

Rated E Words:8,733

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, porn with plot, vaginal sex, creampie, aftercare, excessive porn and sexual content, fuck or die, sexual healing, etc...

Relationship: (AFAB) Female Tav/Astarion

Summary: After a visit to the House of Hope, Female Tav is infected with a poison from the Incubus inhabiting Raphael's room. This poison makes Tav lustful and in a state of distress. 2 days later, they reach camp and Astarion sees her condition. Being familiar with this particular poison and the effects, he knows he is the only one who can save her. This is after Cazador has been eliminated and Astarion has chosen to stay a spawn and not sacrifice his brethren. Established Romance. Fluff and smut ensue. 3rd person POV, no descriptions on Tav so you can imagine your own character in their place.

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She knew something was wrong the moment the blade graced her skin. In actuality it was a small cut but she could tell something was off. Now was not the time though as Gale used Magic Missile on the foes, Shadow Heart close behind with her radiant damage. Karlach swung her great sword and finished off the incubus before them, the disgusting creature. It took little time to kill the remaining imps and to loot the bodies. They cleared the room, found the safe and left to steal the hammer…knowing another fight would await them. Before leaving however they enjoyed the rejuvenating spring but Tav still felt off. Her skin was warm to the touch and her nerves seemed electrified. She wasn’t sure how to explain it but she was slightly short of breath and these symptoms didn’t seem to quite add up.

Some time later they had finished a rather difficult battle with Raphael and won. The devil was finally slain yet Tav was not ok. Tav was dizzy, breathing heavily and felt like her flesh was on fire. She was sweating, and clutched her sword tightly as she slumped to her knees. She was covered in blood and visceral from the fight , her panting began to become gasps of air as she clutched her chest. The corners of her vision began to darken. What was wrong? Karlach, she suspected, was with her in a second as she felt herself raised up from the floor before her world turned black.

Time began to become distorted as she remembered brief flashes of faces and conversations. Gale and Shadow Heart bickering over what to do as her sweat soaked her clothes. Shadow Heart attempted Remove Curse but to no avail. Gale was going over books with little to no possible answers. Karlach was telling them that they needed a professional and to stop guessing. Tav blacked out shortly after and awoke some time later being carried in Karlach’s arms while on the road. How much time had passed was unknown to her. All she knew was the new symptoms that started to appear. Symptoms that had she been in her right mind she would have been very concerned but her mind was not fully her own at the moment. It started with the smell of vanilla.

Tav looked up to see that she was close to Karlach’s chest as she breathed in deep and realized the smell was coming from Karlach. Tav bit back the feeling deep inside her body as she felt heat stir within her loins. This was ridiculous, right? A cold draft of air bristled up Tav’s neck and chilled her heated flesh. She was lusting intently for Karlach of all people. This couldn’t be! Tav didn’t want to let this show but she couldn’t stop her hand ghosting her right breast and the moan escaping her parched lips.

“Uh…guys?” Karlach stopped walking and looked towards the two companions.

“That confirms my theory” Gale mentioned matter of factly. “It’s from the fight with the Succubus”

“Incubus” Shadow Heart attempted to correct.

“Whichever is correct! It doesn’t matter. We need to get back to camp. Someone there may know what to do.” Karlach interuppted.

Another moan escaped Tav’s lips as she thrust her hips upward in an attempt to alleviate the issue.

“And fast” Karlach added and walked more briskly towards camp.

Meanwhile at camp Astarion was frustrated. A few days prior Tav had told him she was invading the devils house and would not be taking him along! Of all the places to be going without him and she would choose Raphael’s own home, one of the most dangerous places she could go aside from Cazador’s. This would of course put Astarion on edge. A week past Tav had helped him defeat Cazador and earn his freedom and since then he had cemented his relationship with Tav. She was the first and only person he truly cared about. She never pushed him to do anything he was uncomfortable with and stuck with him from bloodlust to bloodshed. She rationalized that she needed Gale for his magic, Shadowheart for healing and Karlach for her expertise with Avernus. She wanted him to protect the camp. From what he asked as Orin was killed to protect Yenna sometime ago! All Tav said was that she needed him safe and she didn’t have much time to invade Raphael’s home.

Astarion never showed anyone he was worried of course but he was. Who knows what the devil had in store for them and the what if scenarios would plague him during his long nights alone.

When Karlach came back with a look of terror on her face and an obviously compromised Tav in her arms with Gale and Shadow Heart closely behind her, it seemed Astarion was correct. Astarion was before them in an instant to asses the situation. Tav was in her underclothes as her armor and pack was with Gale. She was drenched in sweat, her hands lightly teasing her body outside her clothes and moaning occasionally as she panted in delusion. Her eyes opened half way and she reached out towards Astarion.

“Help me, please!”

Astarions heart almost broke. He knew what was afflicting her as it coursed through his veins many times.

“She was wounded by a demon wasn’t she? A sexual demon.” Astarion demanded

Karlach gaped and questioned him “How do you know?”

“It is a poison native to them. She is poisoned and you never thought to cure her?” Astarion was secretly happy that it was late at night that the trio returned and the others were sleeping because his demeanor was blown the moment he saw her situation.

“We didn’t know! How…how do you…” Gale stepped forward to defend Karlach

“Do you think Cazador tortures his spawn with just knives?” Astarions tone was ice cold as he drew near Gale so he was within his personal space “Do you know what this poison does?”

Gale didn’t know how to respond because frankly all he knew was from his readings. It was more speculation at best.

“Enlighten me”

“Let’s just say it will kill her. Cazador used it on us because it couldn’t kill whats already dead but she wont be so lucky.”

“How do we cure this?” Shadow Heart questioned.

“How long has it been since she was infected?” Astarion snapped his patience wearing thin as he could see her condition was dangerously close to grave.

“Why does it…” Gale started

“How long!” Astarion cut him off, his eyes shinning more red than usual. Astarion almost snarled, showing his fangs.

“Almost right away when we got there. 2 days ago” Karlach offered the information.

“You let her suffer for 2 days?” Astarion closed his hands into fists, his temper rising. He tried to calm himself

“How do we cure her?” Shadow Heart chimed in, eager to see her friend no longer suffering.

“Cure? It’s too late to make a cure now! Hand her to me”

Karlach was apprehensive to hand the woman over to the snarling vampire before her.

“What are you going to do if there is no cure?” Gale asked.

“You can only let it run its course at this point.” Astarion held his arms out asking silently for Tav but Karlach did not relinquish her.

“But you said that it will kill her” Shadow Heart worriedly mentioned. Astarion took a breath and calmed himself before smirking at their inquiry.

“Darling…what I will be doing is between us but don’t worry, she will not die. I will not allow it…also I will not harm her. On the contrary, she will very much enjoy it” Astarion smiled still holding his arms out “but from what I can see, her condition is deteriorating fast and I wont be able to take her somewhere special. Things may get a bit…loud” Shadow Heart and Gale blushed knowing what Astarion meant while Karlach was already helping to transfer Tav into his arms.

“You know…maybe if we use the spell called Globe of Invulnerability, it may block out the noise. It wont last long though and there are no guarantees.” Shadow Heart offered. “Never used it for this reason before so not sure if it will work”

“That’s sweet of you Shadow Heart. Now if you don’t mind, she doesn’t have much time left.”

Astarion hurriedly darted towards his tent, gently put her down on his bed roll and turned around. Astarion dropped the flap on the tent to seal it and knotted the rope on the top of the flap and the bottom. He made sure no one was getting in, especially because he couldn’t have any interruptions for the adventures he was going to get into shortly.

“Astarion. Help me!”

“One moment love” Astarion grabbed a vial and held the back of Tav’s head with one hand and helped her drink the potion with the other. “There you go. I want you clear headed for this. Not that it will do you any good for what I'm about to do to you” Astarion smirked.

It took moments for the potion to take effect but Tav’s disorientation slipped away and she blinked a few times to reorient herself.

“Astarion?”

“Hush love.” Astarion put a finger to her lips as she took both of her breasts into her hands and she toyed with her nipples, moaning in frustration. Astarion smiled “You’re ill my sweet and it’s too late to cure it.”

“What? But…”

“Let me finish…”Astarion continued “I can help you through it as it runs it’s course darling. This illness will kill you without my intervention and you don’t have much time left.”

“How…”

“I’ll make love to you my dear.”

“No, I don’t want to force you to do anything you…”

“Did you not hear me?” Astarion interjected “I never said I would fuck you or have sex. I want to make love to you. I love you and having sex with you is not the same as what Cazador made me do…or what he did to me.”

“What he did to you?” Tav questioned

“How do you think I know about this love? Cazador would infect us with it, force us to want so badly and so deeply and the only relief we could get would be from him when and if he willed it. It was a sick and twisted game and I hated it but with you….it’s different. Hells…everything is different with you!” Astarion chuckled. “Also, in addition to making you scream my name all night, you should know this poison can last for days. I can also help with that. It’s in your bloodstream and I can…”

“I don’t want you to suffer too….I mean Cazador…he….” Tav stumbled on her words attempting to express her feelings.

“I wont suffer…not with you. Please consider it. I can make it feel really good, heighten the pleasure.”

“Astarion….it’s so hot.” Tav started to pull at her shirt and claw at her skin. Her pants came as gasps and she had such a deep ache between her legs. Every nerve was on fire, every sensation increased, her chest hurt and her head throbbed. Astarion looked at her and frowned.

In one feel swoop he tore her clothes off her to leave her bare but unscathed. The heat of her flesh staving off the cool night air as Astartion took her lips to his own. Passionately and deeply he drank of her before pulling back briefly.

“You’re running out of time.” Astarion traveled south to his prize and spread her legs wide. “I’ll be damned if I lose the woman I love to this wretched poison.” Astarion took two fingers and placed them at her already wet entrance and looked at Tav who was watching Astarion curiously. “May I?”

“Are you sure?”

Astarion smiled and plunged two fingers inside of her sweet peach, quickly adding a third as Tav rocked on the digits.

“I’m sure.” Astarion nipped at Tav’s left nipple. “Already this wet for me dear?”

“My chest…it hurts!” Tav cried out and Astarion changed gears. He acted in a more rash manner to help the woman he cared for.

“Cum for me. We need to blow off some of this tension you're having” Astarion curled his fingers in, finding a familiar patch inside that he knew would drive her crazy before he brought his lips down to her clitoris. Astarion under normal circumstances would take things much slower in bed but she didn’t have the time to do so. She needed this relief as soon as possible. Sure he could have jumped to this and not spoken to her but after being a slave to Cazador’s whims for so long and no having a voice with his own body? He knew how important consent was. Astarion alternated between sucking and licking just how he knew she would like it on her nerve cluster and pumped his fingers inside all the while he stroked that tiny patch of flesh just inside her core. She was going mad with lust. She tried to rise her hips but Astarion held them down with his free arm and devoured her.

This wasn’t the first woman he gave oral sex to but it was the first woman who he found he enjoyed doing it for. It was the first woman he enjoyed the taste of. Astarion found himself plunging deeper into her womanhood, moaning as he made her scream his name (and made Astarion secretly hope the spell worked on noise).

Tav dropped one of her hands to the back of his head and threaded her fingers in his silky white locks of hair as he worked her supple flesh.

Her orgasm crept up on her and without warning took hold. Her body shook in the pleasure that exploded inside of her as she gasped Astarion’s name. Astarion pulled back and smirked as he wiped his mouth and sat back on his heels.

“Now my sweet, with that out of the way we can do things the right way.”

“What do you mean? That isnt it?”

Astarion laughed before replying, bringing his hand gently up to Tav’s cheek.

“Far from it. It will keep ramping up until it is out of your system which can take a long, long time. I can shorten it if you will let me.”

“You mean by…” Tav sat up and felt the words ring true. She could still feel the effects and she lusted for Astarion still even though she just found such a sweet climax.

Astarion drew close and encircled her in his arms, dipping his head towards Tav’s neck, grazing his fangs against her skin.

“Im not Cazador. I wont put you through that again.” Tav responded.

Astarion started kissing her neck and slowly made his way north, kissing her chin, kissing her lips and pulled away to reply, his forehead touching hers and his breath ghosting her skin.

“You’re right, you are not Cazador. You wont make me beg for relief. I can trust you and we can enjoy a wonderful time in each others arms. Please let me end your suffering. We can have so much fun together” Astarion pleaded in his usual sing song voice before kissing the side of her cheek and making his way back to her neck.

A deep ache developed between Tav’s legs and she tried to close her legs to relieve the pressure but Astarion wouldn’t let her.

“I don’t think so my dear. I’ll fill you shortly but first you deserve more than that. Let me worship your body, lay back.”

Tav did as commanded as Astarion started to kiss her neck, collarbone and chest. He brought his hands up to fondle her perfect soft breasts as his tongue encircled her perked up nipples. Tav tried to close her legs or do anything really to relieve the pressure so Astarion brought his clothed knee up to the crux of her thighs and would grind against her core. Tav moaned, brought her arms up and clenched the bedroll fabric in her hands.

“My precious treasure” Astarion whispered as he brought her legs up and kissed the outside of her knees.

“You’re overdressed”Tav commented.

Astarion chuckled and took off his shirt with ease before getting up and slipping his pants to the ground along with his undergarments.

“Better?” Astarion asked?

Seeing his manhood being limp Tav frowned slightly, partially ashamed in thinking that her body didn’t inspire as much as she thought it did. She tried to cover up her concerns but Astarion was quick to notice. Tav knew he had a past history of abuse so she shouldn’t have expected much but she couldn’t help how she felt.

“What is wrong my love?”

“It’s nothing.”

“My dear…” Astarion kissed her passionately and slipped his tongue against hers, he brought his hand to the back of her head and delved deeper. He couldn’t get enough of her. He was engrossed in her feel and taste, he loved her with all his heart. His chest felt warm with how he felt towards the woman he was engaged with. He never felt this way before. Not even when he was alive.

He may be dead but in this very moment he never felt more alive.

Astarion apprehensively pulled away and continue to speak.

“You can tell me anything. Please be honest with me”

“You’re not…well…you’re limp. I thought you’d be hard with everything we've been doing” Tav admitted.

Astarion smiled. “That’s all? My dear, I guarantee you I want you, I need you in fact. It is just a fact of my…condition. I will be hard when I’m inside you but make no mistake, I want you and you are sexy as all hells.”

Tav smiled and dropped her hand towards Astarion’s manhood, taking it into her hand.

“Oh yes” Astarion called out

Tav began to stroke his cold skin, bringing it to life. Tav pushed Astarion back who yelped in surprise as she stalked up his body. Astarion usually was the one to stalk his prey but this power play was a nice reprieve and was curious to the vampire. Tav stopped above his now hard length and looked at Astarion.

“Can I touch you….can I make love to you?”

“Only a little love, tonight is about you as you’re the one poisoned”

Tav leaned down and took his cock into her mouth. Tav ran her tongue up the underside of his penis and sucked on him passionately. Astarion was moaning audibly and put his fist into his mouth to stifle his voice. Tav took his balls gently in her other hand while she took her right hand and stroked what she could not suck on. Whenever she twisted her head right, she would stroke left and give him a whirlwind of different pleasure. Astarion was lost in what Tav was doing to him. Astarion had a hard time doing it but he pulled away. He couldn’t lose himself. He needed to take care of her needs. He wasn’t going to lose her. He couldn’t.

Astarion smiled and pushed her back as he loomed above her.

“Im going to make you feel good. Trust me”

Astarion kissed her while he settled between her legs and spread them further. He grabbed hold of his cock and lined himself up before submerging himself inside of her. It took a moment for her to adjust to his rather large girth but once she did, it felt wonderful. Astarion rocked himself into a gentle rhythm while he brought his fangs to Tav’s neck.

“May I?”

Tav was breathless and in ecstasy, she held on to Astarion like he was a life vest in a sea of pleasure.

“Please.”

Astarion sunk his fangs into the side of her neck like he did all those times before. The initial pain was overcome almost instantly by pleasure that went straight to her groin.

The muscles inside of her moist, hot pussy clenched around Astarion’s dick almost right away which made it difficult for Astarion not to spill himself right then and there.

Astarion felt the rush of blood hit the back of his throat and the familiar taste of the loathsome poison. He drunk it all the same. It didn’t take long for him to feel the affects, his skin getting flush and the familiar pang of desire welling up inside. The woman of his dreams lay before him, naked and his fangs in her throat. His cock laid nestled between the silky wet folds of her hot muscles in her most private places and he felt in that moment the luckiest vampire that was…well…not alive.

Astarion felt like a predator in that moment and reluctantly pulled away from her throat, licking the wound a few times lovingly. All the while Astarion was ramming himself inside her. She gasped and brought her hands to Astarion’s backside, gripping intently to help him drive home. Astarion growled and ducked down to take her one breast into his mouth, his hands on both sides of her head to brace himself as he pounded her tight womanhood. Astarion pulled his head back up and roughly took Tav’s lips once again, slipping his tongue deep inside. Astarion moaned into her mouth as Tav locked her legs around Astarion’s waist.

Astarion pulled back from her lavish and lush lips to comment.

“You feel so good. You’re a Goddess my love” Astarion huskily whispered in Tav’s ear as he started ramming into her more deeply. Tav started screaming in pleasure. As she moved her hands to Astarion’s back. Astarion moved his right hand from balancing himself to the area where two bodies become one.

“You’re going to cum for me” Astarion whispered and started to encircle her clitoris with his thumb. Astarion started changing how he made love and instead of simply going in and out, he ground down and up to hit a special place within. Tav became speechless. It was like pure electricity exploding inside after every stroke. It went from the tips of her toes to the ends of her lips. Electric heat of pure ecstasy drove her eyes back and her toes to curl. Her orgasm was growing with every stroke but when Astarion dipped his head down to bite her again, extreme heat exploded inside of her and everything went white.

“Astarion!” Tav cried out, her nails digging into his back involuntarily. Astarion grined while his fangs were still embedded in her vein. Her muscles clenched around his phallus and it was like it pulled him in deeper. Like Tav’s body kept wanting the vampire and encouraging him to spill his seed. It didn’t take much of course as a few more strokes in such a hot and tight, throbbing environment became too much to bear and Astarion was soon filling her.

Astarion dipped his head on Tav’s shoulder as he caught his breath, his cock still hard and ready due to the poison.

“You ok?” Tav asked concerned.

Astarion chuckled. “My dear, Im better than ok. That felt amazing and just think, we still have a long night ahead of us with a lot more debauchery left”

“Still? It isnt gone?” Tav asked although she knew the answer, she could still still feel it inside her.

“Im sure you know the answer to that. You can feel it as much as I do” Astarion pulled his cock out as a show of what he meant.

“ARE YOU TWO DONE FUCKING YOUR BRAINS OUT YET?” screamed a voice from outside the closed flap, scaring the lovers. Astarion quickly threw on some clothes and didn’t care that he looked disheveled. He looked around at her destroyed clothing and threw some of his clothing towards Tav so she could be decent.

After a moment he unlatched the flap and ran his his fingers through his hair to fix it a bit, thankfully due to his vampirism he was able to will his erection to subside temporarily but it wasn’t a permanent solution. He clasped Tav’s hand after she was decent and stepped out to face the vexed party member.

Before them stood Lae’zel who stood arms crossed and and fairly upset. Not just her stood before them but quite a lot of eyes who should be asleep.

“I guess the spell didn’t work” Astarion commented dryly. Tav blushed but never unclasped her hand from the vampire next to her.

“You could say that. Carnal pleasures are fine but I would like to get sleep tonight if it is all the same to you.” Lae’zel chastized

Tav, thinking she could talk her way out of it, had the bright idea to question Lae’zel.

“What makes you think we were enjoying ‘carnal pleasures’?” Tav questioned

Astarion laughed at the attempt. At this point Wyll had commented from somewhere in the back

“You’re wearing his clothes…”

Tav blushed further and looked down. “I guess you have a point.”

At this point Shadow Heart, Karlach and Gale had come forward with their concern. “How are you feeling?” Karlach asked.

“You gave us a scare” Gale commented “although I see Astarion got a little hungry”

Tav looked at herself and was secretly happy that Astarion thought ahead to wipe away the blood smears from their activities. The puncture marks were still visible.

“Im just fine, although not out of the woods yet. Thanks to Astarion of course” Tav squeezed his hand

Astarion smiled, exposing his fangs as he chose his next words carefully. “She still needs….treatment. If you don’t mind, were going to get away from camp and let you all sleep but she will be fine”

Astarion surprised Tav by picking her up but before he could leave, Shadow Heart stopped him.

“Here. Take this”

It was a backpack full of supplies and a bedroll. Astarion smirked “How thoughtful of you. Thank you”

“I figured that with the night time…snacks that she may need something to eat” Shadow Heart acknowledged.

Astarion took the backpack in hand and Tav with him as he made his way to a clearing nearby but far enough away that it would not bother the camp. It was a lovely clearing next to a shallow clear lake, lit up by the full moon.

“Now my dear, are you ready for more? I want the world to know you’re mine” Astarion started his sentence close to her lips but drew close to her ear when he growled the last two words “You’re mine”.

A chill ran up her spine as he let her down and a familiar feeling flourished between her legs again. She gazed at him and realized how terrified she should be of him but out of all her companions, she felt the safest with Astarion. He was a predator, fast, able and agile. He was always hungry and hunted, a stalker of dusk and a pale lethal killer. A killer who she was safe with no matter what comes their way.

“You ok my love?”

“I love you, you know” Tav admitted while looking at the man before him

Astarion gave a sly smile and chastly kissed Tav before replying “I love you too….and I think you’re the first person I can honestly tell that to”

Tav tossed her shirt off before Astarion could rip them off and drew forward towards her lover. She look his lips and kissed him, running her hands up his chest under his loose shirt. Astarion responded in kind as he drank he up, his hands finding her beautiful perky breasts.

“Mmm” Tav moaned into Astarion’s mouth who smirked before pulling back.

“Get undressed before I make you undressed” He warned. He yanked his own shirt off and disrobed as Tav slipped off the last of her clothing. She turned to put the clothing on a log when she felt calloused hands grip her hips and soft flesh pushed against her backside.

Tav braced her hands on the log in front of her and spread her legs before him. Astarion loved the view. Astarion grew hard but he wanted to make sure she was ready for him so he dropped to his knees and devoured her womanhood.

Tav moaned loudly to Astarion’s ministrations, her special space long since been ready to be invaded by Astarion’s engorged length after all the love making they had made previously. Astarion pulled back from his meal to speak.

“Mmm, you’re body knows who it belongs to” Astarion calmly mentioned with a quick harmless slap of her ass. Tav yelped at the surprise slap and pushed back against Astarion. Astarion stood up and lined his cock up again like he previously did just minutes ago in the safety of their tent. Astarion pushed in chuckling about the memories he would be thinking about the next time he slept there, the memories of the rampant sex and the love they shared.

Astarion wasted no time pounding into his lover. Astarion rose his hand and slap her ass once more leaving a slight pink mark. Tav push back against Astarion in response and met him thrust for thrust. Astartion growled and leaned forward, brushed her hair to the side and sank his fangs into her neck once again. Immediately he felt her tighten up around him and push against him once again. Astarion felt so warm as he drank some of her blood. Fearful of drinking too much he pulled back and licked the wound clean. Tav’s arms collapsed on the log and Astarion grew worried he took too much and the effects of the poison had weakened her. Astarion knew the poison would be lethal if he stopped so Astarion looked around as he made love. He viewed the shallow lake and had an idea. Pulling out, Astarion heard the faint mewl from Tav of the missing appendage. It reassured Astarion she was ok.

Astarion pick his love up gently and made his way to the lake. He stepped into the water and it was cool and crisp to the skin. It was a nice contrast to their heated embrace. Astarion held Tav by the backside, her chest was against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Astarion sat down in the shallow area where the water reached their mid level and entered his lover again. Tav moaned into his shoulder as he did. Astarion held Tav up and began kissing her, whispering for her to wake up.

“If you want me to move, you need to wake up dear” Astarion kissed her cheek

“Youre so comfy” Tav whined

“If you don’t open your eyes, Im going to make you” Astarion snarled, worry starting to prevail.

Astarion dragged his fang gently against her ear lobe.

Tav opened her eyes and leaned forward, taking Astarion’s lips to her own which startled Astarion.

Astarion pulled back and commented “ Cum for me my love and after this you can sleep and eat. Maybe if you’re lucky, I���ll even cuddle with you”

“Please! I love it when you cuddle with me” Tav was slightly embarassed asking for such a thing but after the passed few days she had, she didn’t care. Her body has been battered and been through hell. It deserves rest.

“Make love to me dear and I will.” Astarion requested and started thrusting into her while she rode on top of him. Tav rode him hard, moaning and grunting as she adjusted in the water while Astarion met her thrust for thrust. He played with her breasts and took his right hand to wrap around towards her back. Astarion smirked and thought he would show her something new. He brought a finger and dragged it slowly down the cleft of her ass, startling the woman.

“Astarion?”

“Trust me dear. You will love this” Astarion took his finger down the crack of her ass to the puckered muscle he sought. Astarion kissed her before snaking the finger inside of her.

Tav was surprised as she never had anything go inside her backdoor. She was no virgin when she slept with Astarion but this was something new completely. She did trust Astarion but she was unsure what to expect.

“Your ass is a virgin huh? You’re giving me something precious my dear. I’m a very lucky man” Astarion smiled and kissed her cheek “There is a spot right inside that will make you feel so good”

“I trust you” Tav commented before Astarion kissed her.

Astarion snaked his finger inside slightly deeper and pressed a patch of flesh inside and Tav closed her eyes in pleasure.

“Maybe we can try some ass play one day. I can show you so many ways to cum” Astarion brought his other hand to her clit so he was pleasuring her in every sense of the word. Tav was gasping at this point as she rode and ground into Astarion who was equally in bliss. Astarion was unaware he could reach such heights with someone he could emotionally connect with. Normally he would disassociate during the deed and afterword to deal with the act he was forced to perform. With her? He loved her. After Cazador he knew she was the one. It was ironic that he was her antidote when in a way, she was his. Sex wasn’t a performance with her. It was love and even though he was still learning how to show it and understand such feelings, he knew that she was his soul mate…a concept he never believed in until now.

Before Astarion was aware of what was going on, he found he was close to spilling his load but his lover had yet to quake.

That would not do.

Astarion ramped up his actions in an attempt to get her to finish with him. Astarion was many things but he was not a poor lover. Astarion took her lips to his own and deeply drank of her as he went to town between her legs. Tav’s legs shook and she was struggling to ride her lover’s cock appropriately so Astarion took that over. He made love to her at a punishing pace, forcing her to fall back a little which put more pressure on the actions Astarion was doing to her backside. The pressure, the actions to her clit and the love they made was a fever dream. Tav arched her back and came hard, the walls of her womanhood closed in tight and throbbed around his swollen appendage, forcing Astarion to spill over quickly. Astarion came loudly, something he rarely does but the pleasure was overwhelming. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the poison or if it was because of the woman he was with but something about this night was different. Astarion knew he would have to consider this further and figure out what was going on but for the moment, he was enjoying the feeling of being alive for the first time in a very long time. Astarion didn’t want to give that up. He would rather die than have anything happen to the woman who brought him back to life. The woman who stuck by him through everything and claimed his heart. Astarion had a lot to chew on but he would never leave her side again. Not after what happened during the incident at the House of Hope.

Astarion pulled his hands free and seeing that Tav was only semi conscious, he helped to bath her in the water they were in. They were absolutely filthy. Between the battle scum that was on her from the fighting days past to the actions of that very night, a good bath, rest and food would do wonders. Of course Astarion was already full. He had already found a boar prior to Tav coming back to camp and then between that and the few nips he had? He was content. Now he had her to take care of.

He bathed her gently and took care of cleaning himself efficiently before returning to throw the bed roll out and open the back pack that Shadow Heart had given him. Inside he found provisions and surprisingly, clothing for himself and her. How far in advance did she see them needing such a thing? Astarion figured that come morning when they returned to camp, assuming the poison had run its course, they would have a lot to talk about. Between embarrassment and insight, there would be a lot to gleam out of speaking to their companions. Astarion wanted to know especially what happened with the demon that had infected his beloved. They usually make deals rather than fight so what was the trade off and why was it so bad?

Astarion managed to wake Tav up long enough to eat a few basic provisions before they cuddled up together on the bedroll.

In the morning, he found that the effects of the poison did not in fact wear off.

He remembered he had a vivid dream. He remember being hot and sweating quite a bit which of course is highly unusual for someone who is dead. He remembered feeling the cool air on his body, a blanket removed perhaps? All he knew was he was uncomfortable. He felt a cool tapping to his cheek which woke him up. Groggily he focused on the image before him. His beloved was above him asking a question but he couldn’t quite make it out.

“Huh?”

“You’re still ill. Can I suck you off?” Tav requested “I don’t want to assume and with your past I mean…”

Astarion felt like he hadn't had anything to drink in days and was parched. Tav brought a dead rat to him. Astarion was befuddled. How did she know?

“How?”

“I don’t like rats. It was a win/win. I figured you would like some breakfast”

Astarion wasnt a fan of eating the creature because of his history with Cazador however the rat was at least fresh and he was hungry. Astarion gritted his teeth and feasted on the rat and drained it dry, quenching his thirst but not his raging hard on

Astarion then noticed he was naked. He could have sworn he went to bed clothed in case anyone stumbled upon them.

“Where are my clothes?”

“You’re drenched in sweat. I took off your clothes to make you more comfortable. I hope that’s ok. You’re still sick. I'm ok Astarion, but I want to repay you.”

Astarion scoffed. “My dear, you are not repaying anything. I loved every minute of it. I wasn’t forced into anything.” Astarion started to stroke himself to relieve the tension.

“I want to suck your cock Astarion. If I’m yours, then you’re mine” Tav commented as she got eye level with his pulsating length. “Please”

“I guess we’re stuck with each other then” Astarion smirked devilishly “And I mean for life. Can you accept that? Vampires have a long life span…”

“I can. Can you accept I’m still mortal and will die long before you?”

“We’ll see dear” Astarion smiled like it was a challenge he just accepted.

Tav licked her lips as she glanced at the cock before her that Astarion continued stroking , pre-cum forming at the surface. Astarion stopped stroking and brought his hand to her cheek, guiding her to his wanting length.

“You never have to ask permission to make love to me, to suck me. I appreciate you asking but only you and just you are free to touch me. I mean it when I say youre the only one for me. I…” Astarion nervously chuckles and continues “ …I don’t understand it myself. I would fight the world for you. I love you.

“Let me make you feel good. I love you too and I cant stand to see you hurting. It is because of me that you’re still poisoned.”

“I told you…” Astarion commented “…you never have to ask. Please suck me off”

Tav wasted no time and started to relentlessly devour his rock hard cock. Astarion let his hands mingle into her soft silky hair as he encouraged her to deep throat his engorged member. Tav pulled back for air, kissing his cock as it rested against her cheek. Astarion normally wouldn’t be permitted to enjoy pleasure except to seduce others but it became a way of disgust. He had no voice. No control over his body. He wouldn’t let that taint this encounter. He was damn well going to enjoy it.

Tav licked the large vein on the underside of his penis before the head of his cock disappeared inside of her mouth. Astarion was watching everything happen and it was incredibly erotic, his pants became heavier as drawing his breath became difficult. The air around them seem to be humid.

Tav resumed her previous technique she tried on him that seemed to have a positive result. She brought her hand back up to his cock, clamped her lips tightly around what she could reach of his rather lengthy member and twirled her tongue around him. She cupped his balls and gently massaged them. Astarion rocked his hips into her as he chased release.

“Ahh” Astarion moaned as he rolled his head back in pleasure.

Tav moaned as she worked him, enjoying the feeling of her lovers most intimate parts entrusted into her care. The vibrations of the moan enhanced the pleasure he felt, Astarion clenched his hand around Tav’s hair as it rested on her head. It didn’t pull on the hair, just add a little pressure as Astarion was losing what little control he had. Astarion felt his balls tightening and his sweet release coming to conclusion. He was so close, just a little bit further…

“I’m going to…” Astarion started to comment and warn Tav about his impending orgasm

“Let me drink you” Tav huskily commented before resuming her work on his beautiful cock.

Astarion found himself turned on further by her words and with a cry, he came into his partner’s waiting mouth. Astarion waited until his member stopped spewing semen before he pulled away from Tav’s mouth who disconnected with a slight pop. A slight amount of cum dripped down the corner of her mouth unbeknownst to her. Astarion sat up slowly and leaned forward to lick the dribble of himself off the corner of Tav’s mouth. Tav chuckled at Astarion’s grimace.

“You drank that stuff? That’s vile!” Astarion remarked

“You taste wonderful” Tav remarked as she made her way up to Astarion’s level and sat next to him.

“You my dear need your taste buds checked. “ Astarion leaned over and kissed Tav regardless “All the same. Thank you. I feel a lot better”

“Do you think we’re in the clear?” Tav questioned in regards to the poison.

“I think so my love….although we’re going to have quite a bit of explaining to do when we return to camp” Astarion remark as he stood up, still naked.

“Dont remind me. Where are you going?” Tav would be lying if she didn’t admit how hot her lover looked. Although was he her lover? What were they really?

“Im getting a quick bath. Im not going to stay sticky and sweaty if I can help it my dear. Feel free to join me if you like” Astarion winked.

Tav laughed and replied “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight as it is”

Astarion stepped into the water until it was waist high and began to bathe.

“ The feeling is mutual. What I mean is we can do other things. Maybe sort out a few details”

“Details?” Tav began to remove her clothing as she made her way to the lake.

Astarion turned to face her and smirked at the naked woman before him as she gingerly got into the chilly water.

“Astarion was dripping wet and made his way towards her before replying.

“I would like to know how you got sick.”

Tav smiled “Alright, but I have a question too”

“Hmm…”Astarion pondered before dipping forward to kiss her, an offer that Tav eagerly reciprocated. Astarion looped his arms around her back and lazily kissed her. He kissed her on the lips, on the cheek, the forehead, the neck and the chin. Astarion pulled back “Now my pet, how did you get hurt, or better yet, why did you get into a fight with a sex demon?”

Tav blushed but figured one way or another he would find out about the deal she spat on during their latest mission.

“At one point we stumbled upon a bedroom where we found what looked like Raphael in skimpy clothes…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa….skimpy clothes?” Astarion interrupted and questioned.

“The better question is if you could classify the strips of cloth as clothing. He was practically naked. Then it talked and we came to find out that the demon was not Raphael but rather a gender changing….or swapping I guess you could call it…sex toy for the devil.”

Astarion sat down in the water and with a yelp he dragged Tav down with him who landed on his lap. Astarion wrapped his arms around Tav and waited for Tav to continue.

Tav rested her head on Astarion’s shoulder and continued the recollection.

“The demon asked that I could play along with it. It requested that I get undressed…..in front of Karlach, Gale and Shadow Heart. It got very upset that I wasn’t stripping naked….”

“Id have killed them all where they stood if I was there with you for even suggesting you fuck the visage of Raphael.” Astarion drew close to her ear by turning his head as she rested on his shoulder, his hand came up from the cool water and cupped her breast. “I won’t let anyone take you” Astarion’s voice made Tav shudder.

“So what did it want?”

“It apparently wanted to have sex with me….in front of the others for one. Secondly the offer was to give it a vow to copy my body….to let it use this copy of my body to have sex with all matter of beasts in hells. Every time my body would be used, I would know” Tav admitted. “I elected to kill the bastard and the imps instead. I got cut during the fight. I knew something was off but I was unaware as to what until we got to camp and you informed us”

Tav buried her face into the crook of Astarion’s neck. Astarion possessively tugged Tav out of his neck and claimed her lips deeply as he pined Tav against the edge of the lake. Astarion pulled back “Im very happy dear that you chose to kill it rather than fuck it. Before committing into a relationship, I would have said you could satiate your hunger any way you choose but you chose to be with me and only me. Especially the image of the devil for gods sake. Of all things to fuck, who would choose that?”

Astarion leaned forward and they claimed each other’s lips again but this time Astarion let his hands wander to her breasts and her thighs. Tav pulled back to warn him “Careful. If we go down this route we really will be walking funny back to camp”

Astarion chuckled and pulled back.

“So what question did you have my pet?”

Tav ran her hand down his hard chest muscles and looked him in the eyes before answering.

“What are we…to you?”

Astarion thought for a moment. Sure he could tell her the usual line about her being the first person he truly cared about but there was more to it now than that. They were lovers but Astarion never was thrilled about that term. He felt it was too casual for what they were now but what were they?

“Hello?” Tav waved her hand jokingly in front of the vampire’s face

“Hmm?”Astarion replied “Oh. Well, about that, I have a crazy idea that kind of just popped in my head.” Astarion smirked and chastely kissed Tav before he continued “If we plan to be with each other eternally, why not make it official?”

“Im not sure I follow” Tav confessed

“I mean, how would you like to be my wife?”

Tav was stunned into silence. Astarion was beautiful, strong, agile and fearsome. He was persuasive and cunning, not to mention very intelligent. This wasn’t even mentioning everything else that attracted Tav to Astarion when they first met. Tav has grown to care about him a great deal since then and has invested in his happiness, his future. She still couldn’t believe it though. This man, this vampire was proposing to her?!?

“Of course! If you’re willing to have a mortal” Tav enthusiastically replied.

“Will you knock it off about that” Astarion chided “I’m not going to lose you but that’s for another time. For now…”

Astarion picked her up abruptly with a yelp from Tav. Astarion chuckled and walked onto the land with his fiance who clung to him due to the dampness and the cool breeze. Astarion sat down on the bedroll with her and covered them both in a thick sheet as Tav let herself relax on the man before Astarion tipped her head up and kissed her languidly.

“You should eat. Then we must return to camp” Astarion muttered, his head draped down to rest on her chin after pulling back to speak.

“I don’t want to. They know we…you know”

“So?” Astarion retorted. “I have seen many people entering other people’s tents during our journey. Were not the only ones”

“How did you…” Tav asked.

“I’m a Vampire my love, I don’t need as much sleep as the rest of you.” Astarion drew the covers off of them and grabbed some new clothes from the pack inside the backpack. He tossed it toward Tav before donning underwear and his clothes himself. He didn’t want to be caught in a compromising position should enemies befall them. Astarion then grabbed some provisions and came back to where he left her.

Tav did as Astarion had done and gotten dressed as well. She sat down on the bed roll when she was handed some provisions by Astarion and began to eat.

“You’re cute, you know that” Astarion commented making Tav blush “We have to go back to camp because we need to get rid of the tadpoles in our brain. Once that is done we can rule the Underdark as partners…together!”

“The Underdark?” Tav questioned

“Well, when the brain is out of the way, I wont be able to walk in the sun any longer my sweet. But do not feel bad about that. We will be ruling over and guiding the 7 thousand spawn Cazador abandoned and be leaders of a new age. Build a new life as equals! How does that sound?”

“What about marriage? We cant get married in the Underdark, I don’t think you will find anyone to officiate it there” Tav giggled.

“The we do it before we deal with the brain, with our friends around as witnesses. This way we can enjoy the sun one last time before I must give it up forever” Astarion lamented

“Tav reached over and gently cupped her hand around Astarion’s cheek to pull him closer into a kiss”

“That sounds wonderful. But wont the other spawn have a problem with a mortal being…”

“My darling…” Astarion cut her off intentionally “ They would not dare lay a finger on you. I also told you, we will find a way to keep you with me….forever….but that is neither here nor now. What do you saw we head back?”

Tav looked down at the last bite of her provisions and ate it before repying.

“Yeah, we should go. “ Tav dejectedly said.

“Good because the sooner we are on our way, the sooner we can go looking for an appropriate ring my sweet.”

“Ring?”

“You are my betrothed arent you? It is only appropriate so everyone knows you’re off limits.” Astarion growled

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Tav smiled “Let’s go”

With that, the couple left the privacy of the secluded forest to walk back to the camp…or rather they limped partially in a way from their adventures the night before. If only the couple knew of what further adventures await them.

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Finding Dream

Chapter Three - The Visits

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It’s been almost a week since I awoke from my supposed coma, and I’m slowly remembering certain things, like where my previous apartment was and where I worked. I had a dog/cat named [Pet’s Name]. I was on my way to my mother’s funeral, and was running late, which is why I didn't have my license, why I was speeding, why I was almost killed, and why I was all alone. My mother was my last relative alive. So all my stuff was gone, [Pet’s Name] was gone. Everything and everyone was gone. I still don’t remember everything, like I didn't remember how old I was or my middle name until they told me. I am slowly learning to walk and chew again, and I’m allowed to roam the hospital. My savings is covering everything so far, and I got things like my ID/drivers license, and bank account information back. I don’t know exactly what's going to happen to me yet. How am I going to be able to get an apartment or job?  I’m currently ignoring all of these problems and eating a cup of jello in my hospital room, while reading a book. All of a sudden a shadow appears in front of me, and a dark figure is standing there. “Hello?” I call out in a shaky voice.

“[Name], I’ve found you, at last, you can come home now” The figure moves closer, stepping into the faint light of the lamp beside my bed. 

“Morpheus?” I question, “No, you were-are a dream. This is all in my head. How-How are you-” He cuts me off.

“My love, While I am dream I am most certainly real. Who has told you all of this?” He holds his hand up to hold my face but puts it back down when I flinch away.

“No, I’m recovering, you shouldn’t be here.” I say. My mind is starting to question what's real and what is not. Before I can ask, Morpheus is surrounded by some kind of magic. The last thing I hear from him is a faint “No” before he is completely gone. “Morpheus?” I look around, almost expecting him to be somewhere else in the room, but he is nowhere to be found. “See,” I say to myself, “you are recovering.”

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It’s been so long since that night. I’ve learned that I don't grow old, I’m basically immortal. One of my neighbors comes by every so often with a basket, usually full of treats or flowers. I don’t think I ever learned her name now that I’m thinking about it. I’ve moved into a nice little cottage and have a job at a library in a small town. I’ve also been writing in my spare time, I’ve never shared my stories with anyone though. My cottage is on the edge of the forest, surrounded by many, many flowers. I like to go for long walks in the woods to help clear my head and give me ideas. Sometimes I’ll bring my notebook or my laptop to write things that pop into my head. Today I’m strolling through the woods, on the usual path, when a faint memory comes back to me. I’m struggling to remember if it really happened or not. It’s from when I was in the hospital, there was a man. He was dressed in all black, you could see the whole galaxy in his eyes. His coat seemed to float around him, as if it wasn't really a coat at all. He was trying to tell me something… Oh well, it was probably just a part of my imagination. I come upon an old tree in a small clearing. It’s a willow tree, and it has resided here as long as I can remember. I duck down under its branches and sit against its trunk. I pull my laptop from my basket, along with my bottle of water and  small apple pastry. I pull up a blank document and begin to write. I write wonderful stories about a girl, living in a castle with a strange man. She loves him very much, and they talk very little in each other's presence. They live in unison, like they are meant to be together, like they are soulmates, each from a different star, so far yet so close. The more I write, the more I come up with. The words flow through my mind as if they were always there. Like I had really lived this and I was just waking up from a coma. Wouldn't that be ironic, I think to myself, I was in a coma. I slowly start to drift off into my imagination and without realizing it I have fallen asleep. I’m leaning against something, or someone. I inch closer, not wanting to break the contact. I look out, I’m still in the same spot under the willow tree, but something feels different, off. I look to my side, where I see a man. He is wearing all black, ang looks like he hasn't slept in ages. “Dream?” I say, looking into the tall figures eyes

“I’m sorry my love, I cannot stay, but I will be back for you, I promise.” He holds my chin up with his fingers. They feel cold, like they’ve come out of a freezer, awaiting something warm. I slowly reach up and lightly wrap my hands around his. I hold both his hands in my lap, trying my best to keep as much warmth on them as I can. He looks in my eyes for a moment before leaning over and giving me a slow, warm kiss. His lips are cold, yet he makes me feel so warm.

“I’ll be back, I promise.” and with that, he's gone. And now is when I start to question, have I been recovering from a coma, or have I been in one?

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Chapter 46: The Moon's Final Day

Turns out a century or two of stealing souls didn't help when it came to tracking down the shards of one. Who could have guessed? Snatcher found himself frustrated. It had only been a few days since he and Macbeth came across that statue of the deceased deity, but he just couldn't relax. Like it or not, the second coming of Moonjumper was here. Technically. And if Snatcher wanted to keep things the same, keep the forest safe, he had to capture the soul piece before it could meet its destiny.

However, none of the traps he usually used worked. No spell he tried to track the souls of those who entered the forest and picked it up. It was like the universe was doing everything possible to stop him. And he was mad. Mad at himself for allowing the soul piece to slip back into this plane of existence in the first place. He thought about stealing Mustache Brat's timepiece to go back and stop himself. Except he knew he couldn't. Because the voice wouldn't leave him until he did what was needed. He and his daughter would have been plagued by more shared nightmares...

Not to mention Hat Girl. She had come to visit her today, as he went to set up some traps around the house he used to spy on Vanessa's getaway manor. A place he noticed the queen had been visiting now and again, as if in preparation for something. When he saw Hat Girl's eyes, he knew she had been hurt. She seemed fine now, mostly, but she had been hurt. Snatcher needed to burn down that metro sometime. He can only imagine how much worse she would be if he didn't follow through on that spell, the spell that brought someone close back.

He didn't tell Hat Girl or Platinum, since he had gone with his sister, why he was setting up these traps. He didn't know if they would try to stop him under the belief that the Moonjumper would be good. He just left them in the house with Shadow Kid and a few minions. Hat Girl had asked about Macbeth before he left, and he brushed it off. Macbeth hadn't said anything, Snatcher knew that. But if he was showing unease after what he learned and people noticed, then that spelled out bad news. He didn't need anyone else finding out.

Eventually, he got tired of setting the traps out. Not tired in the literal sense. But doing the same thing over and over, even if it was important, was just so boring. So he went back to the house, where Hat Girl was reading a book on the upper floor, Platinum running around and playing with Shadow Kid and the Dwellers. The sight made him smile a bit. It almost reminded him of himself from when he was younger, sneaking away from royal duties to spend time with the village kids...

Shadow Kid stumbled to the ground with a chuckle, getting up and dusting herself off. She looked up, her glowing smile growing when she locked eyes with him. "You're back, Papa!" She said, racing over as he sat down near the ledge, letting her jump into a hug.

"Yes, I am. I see you didn't burn down the place while I was gone." He said as Shadow stuck out her tongue. Platinum rolled his eyes as he got up and brushed some dust off his jacket.

"I don't see how she would have burnt down the place, Snatcher. Then again, she's your kid." Hat Girl said, closing the book she was reading and placing it back on the shelf. As she did though, another book caught her eye. It was old, maybe older than the rest of the books on the shelf. Yet it still seemed in good condition. She pulled out the book and looked at the cover. She paused. "A Prince and A Moon." She read the cover aloud.

Everyone in the room paused upon hearing the title. Platinum walked to his sister with a look of worry, as Snatcher held in his breath. Shadow Kid had sparkles in her eyes, having guessed what the book must be about. Hat Girl opened the book and began to read.

"Long ago in a lunar age of Subcon, the land was ruled by the caring king and queen, and watched after by the mythical Moonjumper. A being from above whose power was so grand, he shaped every way things were done at that time. He lived in a home of glowing blue, deep inside the forest of the kingdom. One day, a knight went up to this home in the forest.

'Mythical Moonjumper,' The Knight stated, bowing in front of the being of light. 'I was sent here by our king and queen to request your assistance at the castle. There is a matter we wish for you to see.'

The Moonjumper appeared at the top of his home. With his powerful but gentle voice, he answered. ‘I will be there.’

And so he went, through the forest of Subcon, and to the rulers of our wooded home.

Upon reaching them, he humbly bowed. 'My king, my queen. As always, it is an honor to make your acquaintance. What is the matter at hand?'

'Mythical Moonjumper, a terrible sickness has fallen upon our son.' The Queen called, 'We ask of you to heal him, we-'

Platinum closed the book from her hands suddenly, Hat Girl shaking her head. "Hey, I was listening!" Shadow called out.

"I was too. It's just, Hattie, did you feel strange there for a moment?" He asked, the alien girl nodding after a moment. Snatcher had noticed her having a strange look in her eyes. It felt like she was being drawn into the story. Almost like "A trace." Platinum finished Snatcher's thought. "It was like you were in a trace, sis."

"Yea.. But it felt like I could leave at any time." Hat Girl said as she glanced at the book in her hand, tracing the words on the cover with her finger. She thought she spotted a faint glow. "It was weird... It felt like I was starting to see things. Things that the words on the page didn't fully match or say... It's like I was, seeing into the past..."

"I take it that's not normal for your species," Snatcher asked, getting a nod from her. It had to be some spell. A spell that someone cast on the book. Maybe it was Moonjumper himself that did. After all, if he knew there was going to be another him in the future, why not leave a 'how to' vision for them? This could give him an idea of what the Moonjumper was really like...

"Can I see Papa?" Shadow Kid asked, turning up at him and giving him puppy eyes.

Snatcher fell silent for a moment. He didn't want to risk whatever this was hurting her. He didn't know how deeply this trance might affect her. At the same time, how could he refuse?

"Alright, here's what we'll do," Snatcher said as he floated over, taking the book from Hat Girl. He pointed to one of the nearby minions. "While we read, you watch. If more than an hour or two passes, snap us out of it. If that doesn't work, get Macbeth. He should already be caught up unless he's ignoring me."

The minion nodded, putting his hands to his sides as he glanced up. "You can count on me, boss!"

"Yay, thank you, Papa!" Shadow Kid said as she went to open the book. Platinum and Hat Girl looked at each other before Platinum allowed Hat Girl to step ahead and he followed. "I wonder what will happen?"

"Something involving a sick prince, if I had to guess," Platinum said, rolling his eyes as he looked at his sister, who chuckled.

"I hope so, otherwise that was a strange beginning." She responded.

"Quiet... let's get this over with," Snatcher said, opening the book and heading back to where Hat Girl was. They all locked eyes with the book, the cover gaining a faint, blue glow...

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Moonjumper held his breath as he floated into the throne room of the manor. Keep his usual, soft expression. He knew what was going to happen that day. That he couldn't stop it. He had planned every action since he found out, to make things seem as normal as possible. Yet actually going through the motions now, knowing how the day would end. It frightened him, deep inside. He always pushed away his fear for the betterment of the kingdom, so that was what he would do now. For his people, no. For his family.

Once he approached the king and queen, he gave a bow. Even if he was above them in every manner, they were still his king and queen. He was just like any other subject in that regard. "My king, and my queen." He spoke with a faint echo in his voice. One that had been described as 'heavenly' in the past. "As always, it is an honor to meet your acquaintance." He glanced up, to see the queen rise from her throne, as the King glanced down with worry in his eyes. "What is the matter at hand?"

"Mythical Moonjumper, a terrible sickness has fallen upon our son." The Queen called, as Moonjumper held his hands close. He already knew, of course. But that didn't change how he felt. He had the honor of knowing young Victor since he was born. He was one of the few Moonjumper who could allow himself to relax around. Let his more... energetic side shine through. "We ask of you to heal him. Please, we would be most grateful."

"Of course, I would do anything for the young Prince," Moonjumper spoke, glancing to the side ever so slightly to see the stairs that went further up into the manor. He already knew what the prince was sick of, but he had to make an act like he did not know yet. If Victor wasn't here, it must be something stronger than a common cold. Well, they wouldn't have summoned him if it was just that. "May I see anything Victor has been in contact with since he has fallen ill?"

"Gabriel, if you please." The king called, one of the knights standing to the side stepped closer. He offered the Moon deity a small bow before pulling out a shirt of the princes, one Moonjumper had recalled seeing him wearing not many days ago. Moonjumper took it, levitating it both to start a 'research' spell and to keep himself from being infected by it. "He was in the dark part of the woods when he caught it." The King explained. "We thought it was a simple sickness at first, but today he's shown more... worrying symptoms."

"Has what seems to be purple smoke started to appear around him?" Moonjumper asked, getting a nod from the ruler. "With that, there's only one thing that I believe it can be. The Owrreron Virus." He spoke. The King and Queen both gain a sense of unease. The name didn't sound too bad, but they knew too well not to judge something based on first glance. Especially when one's life could be at risk. "A curse from long ago. It slowly drains the energy and life force of the one affected."

"Probably leftover from a trap of a long-fought war, still waiting to claim its next soul.." The King let out a sigh as he shook his head. Moonjumper felt sorry for the king. Just because they had his help didn't mean there was no need not to worry. He knew they would be fine in the future, but that didn't mean he did not need to show worry in the present. He felt for them. "I should have had the area cleared and checked before I let Victor-"

"Dear, you had no idea what was going to happen that day." The Queen said, reaching over and placing her hand on her husband's. He looked to the side slightly, guilt still in his eyes. Moonjumper offered the shirt back to the knight before he started to go through what he would need in his head. He could get this all done. The Queen turned to Moonjumper once again. "Is it too late for us to save him?" She asked, to which Moonjumper shook his head. He smiled a bit when she let out a sigh of relief.

"The Virus blocks direct healing magic, so a magical cure will have to be made," Moonjumper explained, before glancing behind him slightly. He caught the faintest glance of someone peeking around the corner at the end of the hall. Someone who was not supposed to be here. He glanced at the rulers again. "Most can be gathered here in Subcon. The Aruma Flower might be a bit tricky, but I'm sure it would not be too hard to get one's hands on." He spoke.

"Our wizards know spells that allow for fast transportation. We can have one of them go get one from another kingdom and have them bring it to your home." The King offered, and Moonjumper nodded. It was the best way to get it. And the wizard would be there to help quickly put out the fire that was to come before it might get out of hand. The King nodded and glanced at his knights. "Go tell them now. We do not have any time we can waste." The knights nodded and raced off to where the wizards were. "Is there anything else you need us to acquire?"

"No, the only other item that would be tricky to get would be a scale of an Everstead. I can offer something for them in return, so acquiring should not be an issue. It is, more the distance between there and here." Moonjumper explained. He had visited the Eversteads a few times in the past. They only trusted him because he was already immortal, so would have no ill purpose being there.

"Just be careful while you are there. So many greedy people will be there, as sad as it likely is." The Queen said, glancing to the side as she thought of the poor creatures. They did nothing wrong but were constantly being hunted. They had Anamund, the serpent of storms to protect them, but it still made her worry about what would happen... Not that she had time to worry much for them now. "Will you make the cure here once you gather all we need to make it? Should we clear a space for you?"

Moonjumper shook his head. "For the cure to have the best chance of giving a fast recovery, it needs to be made in a place with a magical aura. My home should serve well, it radiance with lament powers of mine. I do ask you to have a knight escort and stay with our young prince once he arrives." He spoke, a hint of worry in his voice. The King gave him a strange look at the faint shift in tone but said nothing. Moonjumper nodded to himself. "I should go now, to have it all done by sunset."

"Very well, Good Luck Moonjumper." The King spoke. "Our son's life is in your hands."

"I promise you, the cure will be given to your son, and he'll be as healthy as he should be in no time," Moonjumper said, offering one last bow before turning to leave. He mentally scolded himself about the way he phrased that last sentence, but he found it hard to act like he knew nothing. Future seeing wasn't a power he was supposed to have, it was just a vision he was given. "That's such a way to end the last conversation you'll ever have with someone." He mumbled under his breath before he left the manor.

It was quiet near the manor's exit for a few moments after he left, before someone came out of one of the cubrinds that were placed against the hall and glanced out the exit. "This is better than I could hope for." The man smirked to himself. "I knew my trap would get the prince sick and Moonjumper would be there to cure him, but at his home in the middle of the woods?" He laughed a bit. "I won't even have to try to hide my creations. Oh, this sunrise marks the end of the Moon."

He paused when he thought he heard footsteps and raced out the manor's door before he could be spotted by knights. He glanced at the shape of Moonjumper in the distance.

"You have no idea what's going to happen." He spoke. "My Fire Spirits will be your demise."

Moonjumper glanced back at that moment. Ezra was too far away to notice or hear.

"I know." He whispered. "I am just accepting my fate, rather than trying to run from it." Even though he said that, a small tear formed in his eye. He was at peace with what would happen. But his kingdom, they would not...

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Something was wrong. Moonjumper felt that as they floated above the sea, looking down into the depths. Even using a spell that would allow him to see deep beyond where anyone else could see, he failed to see the Eversteads grazing on sea plants or racing among each other. He didn't even see Anaumand, and even with the waves and the storm above, he would have seen the serpent by now. That frightened him. He hadn't seen this in his visions. He felt true worry as he floated along the sea.

Eventually, he decided he would have to try and go down. He floated to the cave, normally blocked from sight with the use of a spell. It was the only way humans would be able to enter the domain of the Eversteads or get close... the fact the spell appeared to have faded already when he saw the cave stuck worry into his heart. Someone else was already here.

"Hello? I mean no harm." He gently called as he floated into the cave, following the paths he knew to get down closer, under the seawater. It was only when he started to get to the 'lake' did a smell hit him. Blood. Oh no. He raced ahead, strings coming from his hands as he hoped to tie up whoever was there... but froze when he entered the clearing, his hand slowly lowering. "No..." he thought, he didn't see anyone. Anamund turned to him defeated, and Moonjumper slowly glanced to his side.

On the edge of the wall, there was a small crowd of Eversteads. Most scared like in some attack. There seemed to be something on the ground, partly blocked from his view. He didn't want to see it though, he already pieced together the context clues. Blood could be fresh for a long time after an Everstead was killed. God, the thought someone got one, is likely more based on the stupid but notable lack of numbers...

"Anamund." He glanced at the serpent, whose head was resting against the ground. Moonjumper made his strings disappear but cast a spell onto the serpent, a flash of light briefly filling the room. When the light faded, Anamund was still there, but their serpent form had been replaced by a human one. Temporary it would be, of course. Moonjumper floated over as the figure picked themselves up with a small shake to each movement. "What happened, do you know who did this? They had to have gotten through the cave."

"Thanks for being a genius." Anamund hissed as they glared dangers at the tunnel that connected to where the cave entrance was. "I didn't get a good look at him, blonde I think. He acted quickly, used some smoke magic to blind me, and then kept me in place. I-I could hear him... h-hear the Eversteads..." Moonjumper summoned a cloth and Anamund swiped it, holding it up to their eyes. They weren't used to crying. "The cries. T-They.. I couldn't..."

"I know. This is something that never should have happened. If I could have stopped it, I would.." Moonjumper glanced to the side as one of the Eversteads walked over, a limp in its step and one of its ears missing. He let out a sigh as he rested a hand on its head, allowing a small bit of healing magic to go through. He was here for a scale for the Prince, but he could pause his quest for a minute. "I can make sure the Royals of Subcon are aware of this. So if the man is ever found-"

"He better be, he can't go too long with that immortality he must have craved- Ow," Anaumand said after they hit themselves in the eye by mistake. "Dumb arms. At least the legs are kind." They said, Moonjumper glancing back at them. The Everstead placed its head into their hands and they sighed, resting their head close to it. "I'm so sorry.." They whispered, before giving a small glare to Moonjumper. "I take it you aren't just here because you sense something was wrong."

"You are right about that... The Prince is sick with the Owrreon Virus, and a scale from the Eversteads is needed for the cure. The last one I'll ever.." He paused, he didn't mean for that last bit to be spoken aloud. Anamund picked up on it and glanced at him, concern in their golden eyes. There wasn't going to be any way out of this... There was nothing Anamund could do to stop this. "I had a vision. I am going to be killed today after I give Victor his cure. There will be another of me eventually, do not worry."

"What do you mean don't worry!?" Anamund said, standing up and stomping the ground with one foot. "You can't just allow this! Who cares if there will be 'another' you, because it isn't you!" Moonjumper glanced to the side, holding onto his sleeves a bit. Anamund wiped some of their tears away, trying to put their thoughts into words. "You can't just allow that if you know what's going to happen-"

"Yes, I thought about trying to change my fate. Who wouldn't, after all?" Moonjumper said, a bit of frustration in his voice. Anamund looked at Moonjumper, and slowly back in the direction of the deceased. Moonjumper placed a hand on the current human's shoulder. "But who knows what may happen if I try to avoid my fate? If it was shown to me, it can only mean my death is a part of something greater than even I." Moonjumper looked down. "The last thing I want is my selfishness to cause more harm later on.."

"Please, Moon. You have to try, if not for yourself, for your subjects! Your parents! For me!" Anamund said, placing a hand on their chest, holding back a sob. Moonjumper reached for Anamund's head, allowing them to rest it in his hand. Anaumad shook their heads a bit as they glanced down at the ground. Moonjumper felt sorry. He didn't want to leave his friend like this. "I just lost parts of my family. Don't make me lose another member."

Moonjumper felt Anamund reach for his hand, tightening his grip. He pulled the serpent into a hug to distract them for a moment. He couldn't let them knock him out. He didn't have too much time to waste... "Dang it." Why was he starting to cry? He already accepted his death, why couldn't he seem to accept that he wouldn't see Anamund again? And why couldn't they just make it easier and accept that? "If a part of me lives after this, I will come back. But please, forgive me, dear friend."

"I won-" Anamund started, but Moonjumper pulled back and gently pushed them back into the water, undoing the spell he cast on them as he did. He floated away from the water's edge and paused when he bumped into an Everstead. He turned around and saw it carrying some dead skin in its mouth, scales still attached. He gently patted it as he took the scales of the flesh, and turned around to see the serpent glance at him, a pleading look still in their eyes.

"You're a strong being, and a good friend, Anamund," Moonjumper said, floating to the exit with a smile. "I have to go now, I have to get Victor's cure made. But I wish you well." He turned away and began to float down the hall. He could hear a small snap from behind him, and then a roar of what seemed to be distress. Moonjumper kept facing away. He did not have time to worry. He just needed to get this all done. "You deserve this world after all, dear friend. I hope the next one you meet treats you just as well."

Once he got outside, he quickly put a spell on the cave, once again hiding it from vision. He didn't know how long the spell would last after his death, but he was sure it would be fine. Anamund just needed time to heal, to grieve. All of them did... soon subcon would... No. Don't focus on that. Moonjumper tried to clear his mind as he floated over the water, feeling the ocean wind blow through his cloak.

If he got back home quickly enough, he could take some time to enjoy the view of Subcon one last time. Maybe listen to his old music box. Enjoy the peace.

"I'm just thankful I got to be alive. Had the honor of knowing so many..."

He was tearing up again. The more emotional part of him was trying to get through, maybe act on Anamund's claim. But the rest of him stayed strong, like stone. He couldn't cry out like a storm. He had to keep his mask of perfection on. Not let it slip away like sand, until his dying breath...

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The sun was setting just outside the crystal home of the Moonjumper. He felt so.. strange about it. Strange about all of this. His life. It wasn't exactly 'flashing' before his eyes, but it was playing back slowly. How the village florists found him, confused with no memory of who or what he was. Took him in. How he learned his magic, and eventually became the legend he now is. A mythical being who was about to become that, a myth truly. A story of truths and lies passed down from generation to generation.

He could already sense them. The creatures that would take his life. When Anamund mentioned blonde hair, he already had a guess who killed the Eversteads. The same one that wanted him dead. He had no proof, but it was an educated guess. The man always wanted Moonjumper's power and would do anything to try and replicate it. Perhaps he thought if Moonjumper was dead, he could steal them. The deity didn't know. It was too late to question, too late to reason. All there was now was a few more moments.

He heard the sounds of hooves against the ground, and he sat up, closing his music box. It was time. His time.

"Moonjumper? We're here." He glanced down as he floated to one of the 'windows' of his home, glancing down to see the young Prince. The purple smoke around him and his eyes were stained red from the sickness. He had a cloth held to his nose to help slow the blood flow. Moonjumper felt sorry for the teen, who just offered him a sad smile in response as he leaned against the knight he was with. "Apologies you had to go through all this effort for me, dear friend. You think I would be more careful."

"Do not be, my Prince. It is my honor and promise to help you in your time of need. Please lay down, the cure is almost done." He spoke, as the wizard came over to help the young prince off his horse. Moonjumper glanced over at the small bottle with a glowing liquid inside. Everything was mixed perfectly, he was just waiting for it to cool. "It will be alright."

He heard the knight and wizard talk amongst themselves quietly, as Victor rested against the ground, coughing a bit. Moonjumper looked up at the sky from his window, over his kingdom. It was so beautiful. He hoped when the next version of himself came, he would enjoy the kingdom and strive to protect it just as he had. Even if it seems things weren't going to go well for Subcon... He paused and turned to the cure, it was ready. He could tell. He held it in his hand and gave a final sigh. Goodbye.

Victor glanced over when the cure was handed to him. "Thank you," He said with a smile and began to drink it. Moonjumper floated back a bit, getting some distance between him and the group of humans. Already the smoke started to fade, and Victor's eyes returned to their usual shade. It would take some time for his system to fully heal, but it would be worth it. Victor smiled at Moonjumper. Only to freeze when he saw the tears that were falling down Moonjumper's face. "My friend, what is..." He paused, only then noticing the glowing creatures from the bushes. "What-"

"I'm so sorry, I wish this didn't have to happen now," Moonjumper said, before turning his attention to the wizard. "You don't have time to run, make a shield- '' He was cut off when something wrapped around his arm. Something burning. He bit his tongue. The wizard managed to get a dome around them, good. Victor stood up and looked at the creatures. They were shaped like foxes and were seemingly made of fire. And there seemed to be more. It felt like dozens came into view from the hiding places nearby.

"W-What are you doing? Let my friend go!" He shouted, going up as far as the protective magic dome would let him and banging against it, trying to get the attention of the closet creature. It didn't listen, just speaking of the joys of death under its breath as it danced. Victor kept glancing up at Moonjumper, waiting for him to break free. But he didn't, whatever these things were, they were designed to keep him from doing so. "Moonjumper, please! The Kingdom needs you. I need you!!"

"Y-You'll all do great things... please don't fret," Moonjumper said, tears running down his face as he looked down at the scared prince. He was in so much pain. He wanted to scream, it might help to scream. But he couldn't, even now, he needed to do what was best for his prince, for his people. It got harder to think. It felt like he was splitting into pieces. His vision began to fade. He needed to give them something to hold onto. "There... will... be... another... for.. the.."

He got cut off as the burning became too much. The pain became too much. He let out a final sob, before... he was gone. The energy from the magic needed to cause his death exploded, shattering the house of light, and leaving some pieces floating in the air. The dome protected them from the debris, but the humans were still knocked to the ground by the force. Not just from death, but from something else. Like something, somewhere, everywhere, had screamed at that moment.

And then it was quiet. Almost too quiet. Like nothing had just happened. Like no one had just died. The Fire demons were already gone and must have left as soon as Moonjumper took his last breath. The dome of magic faded, and Victor sprinted to his feet, sprinting over to what remained of Moonjumper's red outfit. There wasn't even a body anymore. Just the charred remains of his outfit, turn into four pieces from the fire. Victor shook his head as the Wizard walked up to him. "My Prince..."

"I-It's not fair!" He shouted at the woods nearby. "I don't know if you- things! can hear me, but this isn't fair! He was a saint and you killed him for some sick game! Y-You killed..." He found himself crying again, his anger fading into despair. "You couldn't have..."

As the prince fell to his knees, everything became a blur. Snatcher pulled his head back as Hat Girl closed the book, shaking her head a bit. Platinum rested a hand on her shoulder as Snatcher glanced at Shadow.

"The fire spirits," Shadow said, her voice having a small shake to it. "That's why they can hurt us, they were designed to..."

"You shouldn't have seen that Shadow. I'm sorry." Snatcher said, but Shadow Kid shook her head.

"No, Papa, I wanted to see." She attempted to reassure him, offering a smile.

Platinum took the book from his sister and held it a bit away from his face and opened it, leaning his head back to avoid falling into the trace again. It seemed to work, as Platinum quickly scanned through the pages of the book. "The story we were shown is different from what's written. A lot more about Moonjumper gathering what he needed and reflecting on the relationship between him and the prince."

"It is called 'A Prince and A Moon.' for a reason, I suppose." Hat Girl stated, pausing as she glanced out of the house, in the direction of a crystal structure. The one that looked broken, looked like an hourglass. Moonjummper's home looked like a fixed version of that. It was... creepy looking back, knowing one of her timepieces fell in the death place of what seemed to be a god...

"There's some more info in what would be the 'about the author' section," Platinum announced before looking back at the book. "They eventually traced back the few clues they could get to a man named Ezra when he came to try and gather Moonjumper's magic from his death place that night. Sources checked his home and found the spells and items used to create the fire spirits. Including some... organs from creatures they couldn't quite place. Didn't look human, didn't look completely mammal or fish, but a mix of both.."

"The seahorses," Shadow said, looking at the ground. "It's not fair what happened, they were so pretty. And the serpent person. They seemed close to Moonjumper."

"We met them once, well, not us, Jaques did." Hat Girl said, looking at the ghost. "They had us stranded at sea for a whole night. I guess they didn't want to take any more chances and I…can't blame them. Didn't even know they had a human form"

"Now I'm wondering if part of those Eversteads still live on inside those Fire Spirits. And that's why they're so desperate for death.." Snatcher questioned aloud.

"I don't think so," Platinum said, before looking at the book once again. "In Ezra's notes when creating them, he had some 'backup plan' in their design, using dark magic that involved his soul. He burnt the books he used before he sent them to kill Moonjumper, so we don't know what exactly it's meant to do. All we know is it involves all the fire spirits dying. Not just the ones that existed at the time, but the total existence of their kind."

"... If that's so true, why are more even being made?" Snatcher asked. "Is it that hard to mass jump into a river or something?"

"Papa, that's dark, even for you," Shadow said, earning a small chuckle from the ghost.

"Does it say if anything happened to Ezra?" Hat Girl asked Platinum. "Is it possible that he's still kicking?"

"If he is, we have a headless horseman kind of deal," Platinum said, taking a final glance at the book before closing it. "It says Ezra was executed for his crimes. It also mentions how Prince, or I guess, King Victor would spend the rest of his life studying and protecting magic, especially fire magic. Some say he didn't want it to fall into evil hands again. Others said he believed there was good in it, despite the evil it caused." Platinum glanced at the faint, eternally burning tower in the distance. "Wonder if he ever tried to go there?"

"Go where?" The minion that was sitting nearby asked, the group turned to see him. "You’ve all been talking gibberish since you got out of that trance. Did it put you all on something?"

The group let out a small laugh at that. And afterwards, began to discuss more of the book. About what it might hold for the future.

In a tower far away, a figure rested in the window...

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[alanxwake]

ＥＸＩＳＴＥＮＣＥ. [September 1st, 2014]

She looked at me, with not even a single glimmer of recognition in her eyes. A single stray thought left her tilting her head slightly to the side, trying to figure out who I was, and if she could remember me; in the end, she just grumbled and spat at me, a grouse leaving her lips. “You’re not my son…I have no son” – This was the last time, I saw my Mother.

I made plans, to visit the local psychiatric Institute, for the usual study for my books – whether I’d need it was another question, but I always liked to study and go out of my way sometimes to make sure every source of information I had was correct and accurate; I couldn’t have false or inaccurate information in my books; Critics just love to jump on you for that, I hadn’t fallen victim to that sort of treatment, but I’d seen it first hand, and it can get nasty.

Even with my personal involvement with these sorts of institutes, I put every little feeling or memory aside – There is no point going there, with a mind full of regrets, torment, and suffering. Not when I’m trying to write something Fictional. Although; it’s constantly been said that every writer puts a small shred of themselves in their characters, I’m not one of them. Every character I’ve made is just fragments of my imagination and nothing more… there isn’t a single hint of Alan Wake in them, and there never will be. Sure, I might have a character with similar traits or hobbies but they’re never a shadow of myself – If I wanted to do that, I’d write a damn autobiography of myself, and I’ll never do that shit.

This was daunting in more than one way; skin crawling and the hairs on the nape of my neck, arched with each slow step forwards. The freshly cleaned white ceramic flooring left my boots with a loud clack with each step; the sound echoed down the hallway and the silence was deafening. I didn’t hear any of the patients. It was quiet and eerie, and most certainly unsettling – even by my standards, but at least I chose to visit when it was daytime, unlike most people; who choose to investigate a place at night – hoping it will spark some sort of trigger in their mind, or a ghost. Heh, yeah not this skeptic. Paranormal Activity and all of that psychobabble, is just a metaphor for the human psyche and nothing more, at least in my opinion and understanding.

The Nurse beside me, had a very wide smile, and her cheeks flushed brightly; her eyes would occasionally glisten with each glance over at me. It had me feeling that slight tickle of anger in my throat. She’d been like that, the second I walked up to the reception desk. She would gush and gloat about reading my books, and between my fake smile, and grinding teeth I’d just nod and reply with the standard short answers. I can’t say I get this sort of treatment a lot, in fact, it’s rare, and I’m not saying I don’t appreciate it. I just, don’t understand it. I don’t understand my readers, at all. As much as I’d like to, I choose not to. They’re simply puerile for even reading me, let alone admiring what I write. There are far better writers than myself out there….

She was telling me about the routines, which, were of interest to me; I’d jot down certain words and strategies she explained in my notepad. Although, a lot of the time, if not most of the time; She would run off track and start asking me questions. Questions, I didn’t want to answer. I remained silent for most of the part – letting my mind wander as we strolled down the long, wide, and white corridor. Each room we passed, displayed their respective numbers and names beneath. In large bold capitals. Occasionally, we’d pass an employee – pulling a cart, with a tray full of meds and instruments. It made me cringe slightly, was that really necessary? … Who am I to say what’s right and what’s wrong in this department. I wasn’t a psychologist or Psychiatrist. I was just an inquiring and curious writer. So I thought.

It wasn’t easy – no matter how hard, I tried to convince myself that it didn’t bother me; it was tough, yet the deeply stubborn man that I am, kept walking. Shoulders high, and eyes alert. Regardless of the situation, the scenario. I was there for one purpose, for my book. That’s what I reminded myself each step along the way until my eyes flash at a certain name that instantly stopped me in my tracks and froze my gaze at the door – My lips parted in disbelief, in shock. Never did I think I’d stumble across it, surely this had to be some illusion. How could this have happened so quickly? – I’d only been there for roughly an hour.

The nurse noticed the footsteps beside her had vanished, and as she turns to face me; frozen and shaken. She looks to see the door I stood before and bit her bottom lip, mentally slapping herself.

Alan Wake. Surname: Wake. Linda Wake

She didn’t say anything, she was no doubt afraid to even whimper a single sound from her quivering lip; so she left me there. To deal with it by myself – it was no different if she was there or not. I couldn’t even hear anything besides my heart hammering so heavily against my rib cage, I was certain it was going to burst and tear its way through my chest.

Do I even attempt to interact with her – I hadn’t seen her so many years, she’s been a distant memory. A lost memory of that, The only thing I could remember, was that my eyes were exactly the same as hers, such a bright ocean blue… but that’s it. I can’t even describe her voice or even the color of her hair, and she was right behind the door I stood before.

I could feel the panic starting to settle in, crawling beneath my skin and coursing through my veins – I had so many questions that started to whirl and swim around in my mind, but what did it matter? This wasn’t going to fix anything; she wouldn’t even know who I was, like once before and it’d only ignite my demons and leave another scar beneath my skin, what would this even prove? Nothing.

As I stood a few feet away from my Mother, I let the hesitation drown itself, swallowed by the deep sorrow that overtook my body and I stepped back, even as my heart yearned for the mother I never had, I stepped away and never stepped foot inside that daunting place again, I’d like to think I did the right thing.

she had no son, those were her words.

#alan wake #prose #mywriting #archives #2014 #september

[deathbyvalentine]

My Grandfather's Dream

The ward was in the basement, which was less sinister than it sounds. The ground was a little apart from the hospital and so sunlight could enter in through large windows that swept along the left wall, onto the corridor and inside the rec room. The patient rooms were on the right and did not have windows and so were encouraged to leave their doors open to see a little sun. Some patients appreciated it. Most were too far gone to appreciate much of anything and would emerge in the morning, blinking in the sudden sun like underground blind things learning to see for the first time, helped along by nurses and volunteers marked out by their overly cheery name badges.

My grandfather was not one of those who appreciated the sun. My grandfather was asleep and had been for eight months. Technically it was a coma, but I couldn’t see him lying there, chest rising and falling softly as different from him in his armchair on Sunday nights, bathing in the blue glow of the television set. If anyone tried to change the channel from football replays or nature documentaries, one beady eye would open and his hand would rest on the controller. The intrepid challenger would universally drop back, conceding defeat before even starting the battle. A show of astounding wisdom.

He was a favourite among the staff. One, because he still had a little of his movie star good looks under the mask of age. No amount of wrinkles or liver spots could hide that jawline and when he was awake he could still make a woman melt with a look. Or at least, he thought he did and nobody minded playing along. Two, he was asleep and therefore could not be curmudgeonly or rude, as so many of their confused residents were. Sleepers were angelic. Finally and perhaps most importantly, he did not dream.

The dreaming sickness had been going on about eight months at this point. It crept up quite slowly, oddly affecting villages and hamlets first so it was hard to pinpoint the moment it became recognised. Possibly when the first author got it. They were always more dramatic than the general populace. Dramatics put them in the minority, again, explaining the slow creep up. Most people manifested extremely average things. Dogs, the odd faceless stranger, a radio playing gibberish. They could be gently tucked into a corner and would pop when the dreamer awoke, technicolour bubbles. It happened to the elderly and babies the most. Something about developing and deteriorating brains. Babies tended to be abstract. Sounds, shapes, swirling colours, faceless mothers with gentle arms. For some families it was almost like having a nanny, albeit it one of formless shadow. Older people tended towards what they remembered and loved. I can only imagine more than one unfaithful grandfather’s sleeping self got them into trouble with irate wives.

Not my grandfather. Nothing appeared in his room. None of my reading to him triggered sudden bandits or dragons (he was an old school fantasy nerd). More’s the pity - it would have livened the ward up some and god, it needed it. Elderly people being walked to the same sofa day in and day out, the blur of Countdown on the screen, the mechanical beeps when nurses tested blood sugar, blood pressure. I got to know them quite well, visiting every three days like clockwork. I knew their rotas and they, presumably as equally as bored as I was, learnt mine.

I was an art student, easily gleaned by the sketchbooks I brought with me for if I finished a book early. But more persistent nurses found out more details; what was my favourite form, what I hoped to be, what my parents did, if I had a boyfriend (no), if I had a girlfriend (I wished). I got one particularly well with one young nurse named Carolyn, the same name as my grandmother. As a trainee, she seemed to pick up all the most unsocial hours and shifts, coinciding often with my inability to sleep so therefore my visits. She had decided to be a nurse after her mother died to some archaic, preventable complication in hospital. It made her sad, the job, she told me, but that didn’t mean it shouldn’t be done. As a consummate selfish artist, I admired that quality in her. Her father had been one of the dreamers but had grown out of it. This was rare, but not unheard of. She was mostly grateful that she had stopped coming home to a dead woman cooking at the stove.

She seemed to care for my grandfather more than most. I’d find her folding down his sheets, carefully replacing the water in the always-full vase of flowers by his bed. She talked to him as she tidied the room, never minding a single whit that he didn’t reply. This amused me - I was sure that if he was awake, he’d be of the opinion she talked entirely too much. So naturally, I let her ramble on, smiling at her remarks about the weather, the prospects of local elections (he hated politics) and what exactly they were going to decorate the ward with come christmas.

She was in the room when he woke up. His fingers twitched, his eyelids fluttered and he gave a great sigh that seemed to come from deep inside himself, from wherever he had been all this time. She was tying back the curtains and had time to give him one startled, wild look before he tumbled into wakefulness and she dissolved into the air, one colour after another after another until there was no part of her left, not even the smell of my grandmother’s perfume.

#prose #short story #spilled ink prose #writing #new writing #writers on tumblr #horror

[from-a-reckless-writer]

here's me jumping into the bandwagon :D

(read on ao3)

It's just after sunset when Kara finally gives in. She veers off from her patrol down to a route she knows by heart.

The moment she lands, the first thing she notices is how the sliding doors are a fraction open. It’s a small thing, nothing to even be thrilled about, yet still, her drumming heart cannot be helped.

"Knock, knock," she says, stepping inside.

Her heart turning anxious when she takes in the sight in front of her. The room is a mess; books on the floor, drawers open, Lena’s frazzled appearance. She's standing over a suitcase thrown open in the middle of the bed, a mountain of clothes on top of it.

She was told that Lena was going on a trip, that it would probably take three weeks tops.

Packing for a trip doesn’t look like this, this looks a lot like... leaving.

Going on a trip, Kara remembers that’s what her family told her too.

You and Kal are going on a trip but you don’t have to worry, we’ll be with you the rest of the way, they told her.

A trip implies there would be a home to come back to. And Kara believed it. She believed it for a total of ten seconds before her planet exploded and a shard of her home knocked her off-course.

"Need some help?" Her voice doesn’t tremble. Kara considers that a miracle, really.

"I didn't know Supergirl helped poor hapless women pack suitcases,” Lena retorts, walking over to her and kissing her cheek in greeting. It doesn't go unnoticed by Kara how clingy Lena's been since she's been back.

"Well, I wouldn’t exactly consider you poor and hapless," Kara counters.

"I may have had a slight,” Lena pinches her thumb and forefinger together, “panic over which and what to pack earlier.”

Yeah, Kara can definitely see that.

"Good thing I’m here then?”

"It's always good whenever you're around,” Lena says in such a casual way and it’s like the past year didn’t happen. As if it has always been this good. And...is this even allowed? This much affection from Lena? All the sweet words, the gentle touches, and the constant close proximity? It shouldn’t be allowed, not if it will be taken from her almost immediately after.

Unfair, is what it is.

******

“Okay, so why don’t we just move this out here yeah?” Kara voices, leaning over and hugging the lump of clothes to her chest, dumps it out from the suitcase and onto Lena’s pillows.

Lena’s fabric conditioner filling Kara’s senses entirely. For a brief moment, she considers stealing one of Lena’s shirts then and there. Something to tide her through once Lena leaves.

“Great. You’re on folding duty then,” Lena declares, “I’ll just go sort my babies, quickly. I’ll be right back.”

(Her 'babies' being the thick books lining every inch of this place.)

Lena disappears through the door. The domesticity of it all pulling at Kara’s chest.

In another world, where life ran a little differently, Kara would be packing their suitcases for a trip to Argo, or maybe one of the planets she’s always wanted Lena to see, or maybe it’d be nothing that grand. Maybe, just a trip back to Midvale. Lena would read to her on the whole drive there, her hair whipping from the winds down coastal roads.

Maybe not even a trip. Maybe in this other world, she’s assigned on folding duty, while Lena tinkers around their house. Maybe, even a dog or a cat. Maybe, something small at first, just an aquarium of fishes.

She doesn’t notice how deep into the fantasy she’s gotten till Lena speaks up from the door.

"My, my, CatCo would pay a million dollars to see this."

"Uh-"

"Supergirl found in bed, folding Lena Luthor's undies."

Kara looks down at her hand. She’s holding a lacy purple panty, she spots the matching bra laying a few inches away. She drops it lightning quick, feels her face flush.

"Oh, Rao. Lena, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to- I wasn't- It was just there and I-"

"Relax, Kara. I was just teasing,” Lena reassures her, she’s got three books tucked in her arms, she lays them down on the bed, before picking up the underwear Kara’s dropped and folding it neatly.

The contrast of the dark fabric against Lena’s pale fingers makes Kara flush an even brighter red.

Kara tries hard to exclude Lena's lacy panties in her fantasy.

She fails.

******

They give up on packing entirely two hours later. An all out pillow fight breaks out somewhere between Kara fishing out her favorite hoodie from the pile--discovering t'was not in fact missing like she thought it was--and Lena denying that she stole it.

They’ve fallen right on top of Lena’s clothes. Laying opposite each other, Lena lying upside down, her feet propped up on the pillows, toes touching the headboard, whilst Kara’s legs dangle at the end of the bed. Their heads close together.

From this angle, she can see the defined slope of Lena’s nose; stares at the way her lashes curl every time she blinks.

“So, what do you think you’ll find there?” Kara breathes out into the silence.

“I don’t really know,” Lena whispers.

“Let me rephrase then; what do you want to find?”

“I- I don’t know either.”

She tries to crane her neck to take a better look at Lena. Her eyes are closed, and it takes every ounce of self-control for Kara not to lean over and just press a kiss to Lena’s lips. It would be so, so easy. She settles for shifting just a bit closer instead, their temples touching.

It’s good enough.

“That’s okay," Kara murmurs, "not knowing is part of the adventure, right?”

She tries not to think about how she isn’t really part of this adventure. It isn’t about her, really. Kara’s decided the next three days will be about Lena. Kara will have time for breaking down once Lena leaves. The three days pales in comparison to how much Lena’s sacrificed in getting her back.

“I guess so.” she hears Lena say.

On the ceiling, Kara sees two shadows dancing with each other, tries not to look too deep into it.

And then,

“I had Jess trace down a couple of documents for me,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s an orphanage that could help me, she thinks.”

Kara’s ears perk up at that, she imagines Lena as a small child crying for her mom and then being whisked away from everything she ever knew. Kara wishes she could hold that little girl’s hand. Why did nobody hold Lena’s hand through it all? Kara wonders if somebody did, would Lena even have met her? Would she have needed somebody like Kara in her life? She likes to believe that Lena would still have met her. A reality without Lena was too painful, Kara knows all too well.

“Is that where you’re going to visit first?”

“Yeah.”

A brief silence engulfs them.

“Hey, Kara,” Lena calls out. “Do you think-”

There’s a deep exhale and a sigh.

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think my mom would want me to find her again? Do you think she’s proud of me?”

The question was so full of uncertainty and insecurity and there's nothing that Kara wants more than to just wrap around Lena and tell her how goddamn amazing she is.

“Oh, Lena," Kara whispers, "your mom would be so happy if you found her. I’d even say she’s been waiting for you. And of course, she’s proud of you!” Kara sits up at this, can’t contain all her awe for Lena.

“You’re amazing! Have you met you? Your mom would be so proud of you. I just know it, Lena.”

Lena opens her eyes, smiles shyly at her, reaches up to cup Kara’s cheek. Even though the angle is awkward, Kara feels her entire being light up at the touch.

“Thank you. You always know just what to say.”

Kara's right hand comes up to keep Lena’s hand steady, before tilting slowly to press a kiss to her palm.

She registers the up-tick in her heartbeat before letting go and laying back down again.

Kara’s beginning to understand, now. Lena doesn’t want to wonder anymore, maybe if she knew where she came from, who she could’ve been, and what kind of life she could’ve led, existing wouldn’t be as hard as it is now. Maybe Lena wanted to know that a Luthor isn’t all that she is. Even though Kara has repeated again and again that she is so much more. Lena needs to figure that out for herself, Kara guesses.

Maybe, Lena finally needs a name other than what has been ingrained in her. Maybe Lena needs to name the parts of herself she never had before.

“Maybe you came from a family of thieves,” Kara murmurs, closing her eyes too.

“Kara.” she feels Lena shift, she opens one eye to see Lena propped on her elbows leaning over her. “Are you saying you think being a hoodie thief is genetic?”

“You never know, Lena you never know,” Kara manages to say, her brain a loop of, Lena’s eyes are so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, her hair smells so nice, please kiss me, please kiss-

Kara closes her eyes again to make the chanting stop.

“You do know I'm a scientist, right?”

“Mm. Doesn’t make you any less of a hoodie thief.”

That earns her a pillow on the face.

“Personally, I think you’re some lost princess though," Kara divulges.

Lena lets out a loud incredulous laugh at that.

“What?" Lena blurts out, "You think I’m a princess?”

There’s a cheesy pick-up line there somewhere that Kara chooses to ignore.

“Well, you have the whole Snow White look down to a T, after all. Pale skin, dark hair. The whole ensemble really.”

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Lena groans, “but, I think you might be right. God, I even have the whole evil stepmother-stepbrother dynamic down. Does that make you one of my dwarfs?”

“Dwarf? Really? Lena, really?”

She’s glad to learn that Lena had picked up a thing or two from their Disney marathons. That doesn’t mean Kara appreciates being called a dwarf though. She sits up and leans back on her elbows too; their faces inches from each other now. Lena’s eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You turn into Grumpy when someone eats your ice cream.”

Kara gasps, clutches her heart as if wounded and falls down dramatically. Lena just laughs at her, lies down again before asking, “Think I’ll find Prince Charming there, then?”

“You don’t need Prince Charming.”

I’m right here.

“True,” Lena agrees. Lena doesn’t need anybody, although would it really hurt if she says that she needed Kara the way Kara needs her?

“Ireland seems like the best place to run off into the sunset though," Lena wonders aloud.

“Is that what you wanna do?” Kara asks, “Just run off into the sunset?”

Because, because, if it is, I can do something even better. I can fly you off into the sunset. All you have to do is ask. Her heart is galloping in her chest and she’s grateful that out of the two of them, she’s the only one with super hearing.

“No, I don’t think so,” Lena answers and Kara lets out a none too subtle breath of relief.

“You don’t have to search for a home, you know,” Kara whispers. She just- She just needs Lena to know this, okay?

“I know,” Lena answers. “I still need to do this though.”

Once Lena Luthor makes up her mind there’s no changing it, it’s something Kara’s come to know through the years.

“You’ll come back soon though?”

“Maybe. Honestly, Kara? I don’t really know about ‘soon’. How close is ‘soon’ anyway? Would there even be a good reason for me to come back?”

How Kara held her all screams in the moment Lena said that, she doesn’t know.

******

There are balloons and cake and confetti but it doesn’t feel anything remotely close to a party.

It feels more something along the lines of, train wreck and heartbreak and building on fire. In short, disaster.

She vaguely registers Kelly asking her to hover and hang the banner. Why would she want to hang a banner screaming “We”ll Miss You!” in glittering blue? Kara grabs the ends of it and hangs it up anyway.

We’ll Miss You doesn't even begin to cover Kara’s feelings about Lena’s departure and oncoming absence.

But then again, this isn’t about her.

The door buzzes before Kara can spiral down her blackhole again.

Andrea comes in through the door with a bottle of champagne, which she hands off to Kara along with her coat. Kara fumbles after Andrea.

This isn’t CatCo! I’m not your employee! And champagne? Really? What is there to celebrate?

Lena arrives shortly after and streamers are let out. They make in-jokes and everyone’s laughing and Alex keeps telling Lena to bring home ‘some of the good stuff’ and Brainy keeps asking if he’s allowed to tinker with Lena’s projects while she's away, and Nia’s handing Lena an old film camera, “Document everything for me? Alright?" and Kara’s trying, she really, really is.

Even though she can’t understand how all of them are happy and smiling at the thought of Lena leaving them.

She doesn’t even notice what she’s doing till she’s bracing herself for take-off out in Lena’s balcony, when a hand lands on her wrist.

“Hey.” Lena anchors her back to the ground. It’s a mistake to turn and meet Lena’s eyes.

“Stay? Please?” Lena asks.

Unfair, Kara thinks again. It’s unfair that she gets to ask that.

******

Kara stays.

She stays till the lights are off, the blankets drawn and Lena’s snoring in her arms.

She’s eyeing the suitcase at the corner of the room.

I forgive you, she thinks, I forgive you for taking my heart in the suitcase you packed.

She didn’t even know it was trapped inside till Lena’s zipping everything up and Kara couldn’t breathe.

“Please, please, don’t go,” she pleads into the dark. .

Lena shifts, mumbles incoherently and burrows deeper into Kara.

******

The runway is shimmering after the early morning drizzle, and Lena Luthor looks like someone from a magazine, standing there in her velvet coat and aviators. There’s only the two of them, and there’s a smug pride in Kara about the fact that Lena didn’t want anybody here but her.

She’s leaving today. In a few hours, they’ll be on different continents. Kara wouldn’t be able to trace her heartbeat anymore. Lena made her promise not to chase the plane. She’s still pretty bummed about that.

“You know I’m gonna call you everyday, right?” Kara mutters in her ear, arms wrapped tight around Lena.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from Kara Danvers.” Lena squeezes back, before pulling away.

“G-good.”

“Well, this is my ride,” Lena tells her, gestures to the jet behind her. “This is goodbye then.”

“For now.” Kara insists.

“For now.” Lena confirms, “Goodbye, for now.”

She turns to go but Kara can’t-

“Lena, wait.”

She tugs on Lena’s hand and she comes back to her willingly. Before Kara loses the nerve, she presses into Lena’s lips. She cups her face gently, feels the warmth of the sun on her cheeks, feels the moment Lena’s brain catches up to what’s happening.

It doesn’t taste like goodbye, Kara realizes. It tastes like a promise of something more.

“What was that for?” Lena breathes out, Kara can hear their hearts hammering in sync.

“Your reason to come back home.”

[special shoutout to @mssirey who gave great writing advice to this poor hapless writer（〃｀ 3′〃）i kith u on the forehead. ]

#if u see a typo no u dont #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts #here have a super self-indulgent fic before the next disaster of an ep drops #sg spoilers

[oddaodd]

· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

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“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

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[ikaroux]

Xiao: Always (part 2) (EN)

f!reader

The Japanese dubbing of Kirito (Sword art online), helped me a lot to imagine how Xiao's emotions would be expressed.

The ost that inspired me a lot for most of the scenes:

Ori and the will of the wisps: Fading of the Light and The story of Niwen (The ost in general fits Xiao perfectly <3)

Masterlist

Part 1

You had been in Liyue for several months now for your research. You had met several people there, some of whom had turned into real friendships. Hu Tao, Ganyu and the lovely Qiqi were the only girls with whom you had formed a real friendship and then there was Mr. Zhongli with whom you liked to talk a lot.

But above all you met Xiao, a taciturn young man with a cold look in his eyes. After some research, you learned who he really was, a follower protecting Liyue at the risk of his life. He was also known as the last surviving Yaksha, fighting day and night against the emanations of the ancient evil gods killed by the Geo Archon.

Zhongli, who had revealed to you who he really was, often spoke to you about Xiao. Sometimes he would ask you to bring him some medicine specially designed for him to relieve the pain that was eating him up inside.

This was not a big problem for you, as you were staying at the Wangshu Inn. It was perfectly located in the centre of Liyue, making it easier for you to get to different research sites. Zhongli had explained to you that this inn was a front, built mainly to relieve Xiao a little from his eternal burden.

Since your meeting with the adept, you had never dared to call him, for fear of disturbing him. You simply left Zhongli's small gifts in his flats, placed prominently on the table in the centre of the room.

A gift... you had wanted to give him one for some time, but not knowing his tastes, it was difficult to decide. What if he doesn't like it? What if he got mad at you? What if... You then thought of the innkeeper in Wangshu who had known Xiao for a while, she must have known a thing or two about the follower's tastes!

After consulting Verr Goldet on what Xiao liked, she taught you how to prepare the young man's favourite dish. So you prepared tofu with almonds once or twice a week as a gift to him. But even so, he never deigned to show himself to you again.

Yet Xiao was never far from you, always hidden in the shadows watching you, protecting you from the dangers that lurked.

The bond he felt between you and him had never disappeared. Near you, all the pain, all the suffering he felt disappeared. He knew that you were human, so fragile, so fleeting compared to him who had lived for millennia, yet in his eyes you were a true goddess. The night he saw you surrounded by this halo of light, his world was turned upside down. Of course he had discussed this with his master, Morax, or rather Zhongli as he liked to be called from now on.

Xiao asked him during one of their conversations:

"I don't understand, I can never take my eyes off her and my heart - he placed his hand on his chest, clutching the white tunic he was wearing - hurts when I lose sight of her for even a few seconds. I don't understand... Sir Zhongli, I don't understand..."

His voice often broke at such moments. Zhongli then placed his hand on the follower's shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.

"Talk to him and you will finally understand. "he would say to her each time.

"I can't... If I stay around her too long... the darkness around me will eventually engulf her too. "

The sadness in Zhongli's eyes matched the sadness in Xiao's. The adept would often leave without the answer he so eagerly awaited, going to the balcony of the inn to sit on the railing and gaze at the stars. When his gaze turned to his room, more precisely to the small round wooden table in the centre, he was looking for proof of your presence. Almost every day you would leave him an offering, medicine, the almond tofu he loved so much, a flower, a mineral or an artefact you had found on your expeditions. Every little gift you gave him made him forget his torments for a short while, savouring the joy he felt at the time. He treasured every item you gave him, carefully stored in a small gold box encrusted with jade.

When the moon was high in the sky, Xiao would sometimes go to your room, passing by your balcony to see if you were sleeping. Sometimes he would go inside the moonlit room to see your sleeping face. He thought you were terribly beautiful, he had never been so fascinated by anyone, let alone a mortal. He would sometimes tuck a strand of your hair back behind your ear, slightly disturbing your sleep, and you would wrinkle your nose with a groan, causing him to back away hastily.

When Xiao was sure you were still asleep, he would take the opportunity to give you a gift of his own, placed on your bedside table.

As he did every night, he would end up sitting on the roof of your balcony watching for any threat to you.

By the time the sun came up, Xiao was already gone. When you woke up, you would find objects that were not there the day before. It could be a crystal nucleus or sometimes a Qingxin flower, which made you smile every time. You kept all the gifts he gave you as a treasure.

Today you had to go to Mondstadt to visit your friend Lisa, whom you had met in Sumeru. She had come one year to visit her former teachers, introducing herself to the students in the class. The two of you had talked a lot, creating a bond of friendship that you had maintained through correspondence.

In your last exchanges, she expressed a wish to see you, which you gladly accepted. You had planned to stay there for a week, so it was not surprising that you were preparing some things to take with you.

Even though your protector never showed up in front of you, at least not since that night when he gave you his name, you wanted to leave him a letter to explain that you would be back in Liyue in a week.

Before leaving, you left him a plate of tofu with almonds, your letter carefully placed next to the plate.

You didn't think that the wind would blow your letter away from him before he had even read it.

Xiao was accompanying Aether and two other companions for the day. They were to help him confront creatures once sealed in an ancient temple near the nine pillars of Cuijue Slope. The battle was long and difficult, but in the end they managed to exterminate the monsters, allowing Aether to retrieve the treasure that lay deep in the ruins. Xiao hurried back to the Wangshu Inn, feeling a bottomless pit forming inside him. He had been feeling uneasy for a while, a part of him wanted to make sure you were okay. When he arrived at his flat, he saw that you had left him a plate of tofu with almonds, and he took a bite, although he was too nervous to really enjoy them properly.

Xiao put his hand over his face in great pain.

His chest hurt terribly, the voices in his head tortured him again and his body seemed to be chained by the darkness inside him. Why was this? His karma hadn't weighed so heavily on him since he... since he... had met you.

He exhaled loudly, a sudden fear filling his body, making his hands tremble. Without further questioning, he quickly disappeared through his anemo vision and landed in your room. It was pitch black and looked horribly empty. The books usually scattered around your room were gone, your things were gone, your wardrobe was empty.

"No... no... don't go... (Y/n) don't go..."

His voice trembled in shock as his eyes still searched for traces of your presence.

"(Y/n)..."

Nothing. There was nothing. Nothing left. You were gone.

He couldn't even feel your presence on Liyue's land.

Had something happened to you? What if you had been attacked by monsters? The thought terrified him. He thought of your sleeping face, so peaceful. He thought of the promise he had made to himself to protect you.

Your absence was as painful to him as the day Aether told him Rex Lapis was dead. He couldn't bear it.

Xiao vowed to find you again and if you accepted him, he would stay by your side, he would not run away again.

He would listen to you sing again.

He searched for you for seven long days, which was a real physical and psychological torture for him. Aether, worried about his friend, helped him in his search, informing Zhongli, Ganyu and Hu Tao of your disappearance and the state in which the follower was.

Xiao always carried one of the gifts you had given him, holding on to it in the hope of finding you safe and sound.

With his mask over his face and his spear in hand, he slaughtered every hilichurl camp, hoping to find some trace of you, something that would prove to him that you were still alive. Disappointment after disappointment, the anger and hatred grew inside him every day, struggling to control it. He was leaving behind a pool of blood, soon he would sink into madness, feeling the sting of the karmic chains that made him sink a little deeper. How could he have formed such a strong bond with someone that he lost control?

"Xiao, we're going to find her. "

Zhongli's reassuring hand rested on the follower's shoulder.

Xiao had not removed his mask, but the former Geo Archon could still see tears of pain flowing from his eyes. His hand moved from his shoulder to the top of the young man's head. He knew what Xiao was going through, after all he too had lost loved ones in the past.

A varnished lily flower suddenly appeared under Xiao's nose. Ganyu held it out to him with a thin smile on his face. The Yaksha, who had watched you for a long time, knew that this flower was your favourite, many times he had seen you studying it, drawing it, smelling it, admiring it...

He could clearly see your face beaming as you drew it, singing a Sumeru tune.

He slowly grasped the flower that the young woman was holding out to him with renewed hope.

You had been leaving Lisa for a few hours now, promising her and your new friends that you would return to see them soon. You were anxious to get to the Wangshu Inn to rest. You missed your friends in Liyue and the absence of the Yaksha warrior around you left your heart empty.

You knew that he was never far from you. You knew that at night he sometimes stroked your hair, thinking you were asleep. You knew how soft his eyes were when he watched you draw.

You knew that he loved to listen to you sing.

Your lips curled upwards, happy at the idea of finding his presence. For this occasion you had grabbed an anemo crystal core which you intended to offer his.

When you reached the border between Mondstadt and Liyue, the atmosphere suddenly seemed heavy. You could not hear the birds singing, nor the wind cradling the trees.

Time seemed to stand still.

Alerted, you quickened your pace, crossing the wooden bridge that separated you from the shore.

The sudden sound of a branch breaking made you jump. You looked towards the source of the noise, finding yourself face to face with a Brutorocheux chief surrounded by some Brutoshamans and common Brutocollinus.

Your voice and body trembled.

"Why are they here? There have never been so many monsters on the border..."

The Brutocollinus came forward, threatening, it screamed, the breath knocking you to the ground. The smaller ones stepped forward, weapons in hand, while the Brutoshamans chanted their incantations.

Fear froze you in place, you were not a warrior, far from it. Your pupils dilated with fear and shook as the Brutoshaman ran towards you, fist in the air, ready to crush you. By reflex you had grown brambles around you to protect yourself.

But the creature in front of you was of a geo nature, impervious to the little thorns in your plants. Your trembling hand rose before you, summoning a flower capable of projecting poison, but again the monster crushed your hopes as did the flower beneath its feet.

"As long as you are in Liyue, I will protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

Fear choked you, tears beading in the corners of your eyes as you remembered the words of the man you loved.

Xiao.

The sight of his gentle smile as he looked at you, thinking you hadn't noticed his presence.

Xiao.

The tender look in his eyes as he listened to you singing hidden behind a tree.

Xiao...

His hands savouring the feel of your hair between his fingers as you slept.

"XIAO! "

The moment you shouted his name, a gust of wind swept through the area. Blows rained down before you, and the brutocollinus and brutoshamans were the first to perish.

There he was, leaping to an inhuman height, a mask hiding his face and a menacing black aura covering him completely. The spear he always carried with him was pointed at the enemy as the Yaksha fell violently to the ground, sending out anemo illusions from his weapon that skewered the creature. He repeated his move once more, shattering its shell, before finishing it off by charging it with extreme speed. The Brutorocheux fell heavily to the ground, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Xiao moved his hand in front of his face, making his mask disappear, and then planted his spear on the ground. He ran towards you over the brambles you had created, not caring about the thorns that tore his legs. He knelt beside you, his eyes filled with terror and concern.

You looked into his eyes, shocked and trembling.

Finally you exploded, screaming and crying now that it was all over. You fell into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck, partially muffling your screams and tears.

He had found you. At last...

His heart broke free from its chains, relieved to see you safe and sound.

He felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, so strong was it beating.

When he had reached you after your call and had seen you surrounded by monsters, monsters that were there because of him, because of the slaughter he had made in the camps of his creatures, the rage had risen in him. If you had been hurt because of him, he would never forgive himself.

He would never have forgiven himself.

He was surprised by your sudden embrace, not really knowing how he should react. What did humans do in such moments?

He raised his arms hesitantly, placing his hands gently on your back. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he hugged you a little tighter, soothing his soul and body with your warmth.

"Don't disappear again..."

His voice was husky, vibrant, emotion knotting his throat. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of the flowers that covered you.

"Xiao..."

Your tears continued to fall as your hands clutched at his clothes.

He surprised you by planting a kiss on your neck. He left his face hidden there, not wanting to be seen so vulnerable. His trembling hands around you were more than enough to describe the emotions that were currently running through him.

When your tears stopped, his hands gently grasped your shoulders, pulling you back to get a better look at your face. He wiped away the tears that remained on your cheeks before placing the palm of his hand on them, caressing you with his thumb. Your hand joined his, closing your eyes to savour the sensation.

His forehead came to rest against yours, exhaling a shaky breath.

The happiness of finally having her so close to you involuntarily activated your dendro vision. Varnished lily flowers bloomed around you, and firefly-like particles of light swirled near your faces.

"Stay close to me. Always. "

"Always. "

Xiao didn't know exactly what he was doing as he tilted his head to your lips. The only thing he knew was that he wanted this connection badly.

The bond between you was stronger than any contract, he loved you, by the archons, he loved you more than anyone else.

An emotion so human but so beautiful...

Your lips... tasted like a sweet dream.

Bonus n°1:

"Ah, there they are! "

Paimon yelled to his companions, pointing at you and Xiao. Zhongli was the first to arrive and observed the scene unfolding before his eyes.

"XIAO! "

Paimon shouted, his voice carrying to you. Xiao parted violently from your lips, falling on his butt in the process, his face completely red with embarrassment.

Aether, who had arrived just after Zhongli, grabbed the little fairy in his arms, planting his hand over her mouth to silence her. Hu Tao and Ganyu were waving at you, reassured that you were okay. Xiao had completely forgotten that they had come with them.

He knew that with that chatty fairy and Hu Tao not far away, the rest of the day was going to be hell for him. He wanted to grab you in his arms and run away from his troubles, but when his gaze turned to Zhongli's, his heart was suddenly lighter with a burden. The gentle smile of his master and the kindly gaze he projected upon him broke the last remaining chains of doubt within him.

Bonus #2:

Xiao had offered you on the way back the varnished Lily flower that Ganyu had given him earlier, hanging it in your hair. You walked behind your companions towards the Wangshu Inn, laughter and loud discussions (too loud for his taste) were going on.

Xiao stood very close to you without physically touching you. You never took your eyes off his face, which he noticed. He abruptly turned his head in the opposite direction, the tips of his ears glowing crimson, forcing an affectionate smile on your face.

After a few minutes of silent walking between the two of you, he finally asked you a question.

"Why did you leave? -He looked at you again, his eyes full of emotion-"I thought you were gone forever...or worse, dead. "

His voice trembled at the thought, making your eyes widen. In a comforting gesture, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. The gesture surprised him, he was not used to physical (or emotional!) contact.

"Didn't you read my letter? "

Xiao blinked, once, twice, three times.

"What letter? "

"The one I left on the table next to the tofu dish. "

Xiao's face became totally impassive. He tried to piece together a visual image of his room in his mind, seeing your dish on his table very clearly, but no matter how hard he concentrated, no letter came to him.

"There was no letter. "

"Oh... Maybe it was blown away then?"

Xiao remained silent as you explained that you had gone to see a friend in Mondstadt. He listened to you without really listening, an array of emotions passing through his eyes. He needed someone to blame, anyone he could vent his anger and frustration on.

The wind... The wind...

A malevolent smile spread across his face and his amber eyes glowed with a menacing gleam.

He brought his hand up to his face, a gesture he made to reveal his Yaksha mask.

His hoarse voice whispered dangerously:

"Barbatos..."

Further on, in Mondstadt, Venti felt a shiver run through his body, freezing him in place.

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[iceprincessviviane]

Eyes in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere). Trilogy - part one. Next part.

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, sugestive content, threats, blood, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade was watching Y/N for some time, trying to stay in the shadows. Unfortunately voices and thoughts won against the logic and he want her now on his side forever.

Author's note: Inspiration from a lot of things, but especially: Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast. This used to be oneshot, but I changed my mind, ut will be trilogy. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colour are Y/N thoughts.

Y/N didn’t know when was the last time she ran for her life. Probably during one of the pillagers attack on the village or maybe in the Nether. But none of them was that type. Now she was being chased by something way much more dangerous than besties. At the moment, she’s being followed by the Blood God himself. Despite the aching and pain of her muscles and her throat feeling dry from gasping for air, Y/N was still asking herself how did on earth this happen?

~*~

Y/N always loved books and reading, she came to Smp two weeks after Foolish arrival. Actually her friendship with him leaded her here. They exchanged the letters and she was interested in staying somewhere for a while. After some time, she decided to come. Her divine friend already started to build his summer home and had few buildings done. She stayed there for few couple of days, they decided to build something for herself. She already have met most of Smp members including Dream Team, Bench Trio and rest, but owning home, place for stay was good idea. Sometimes Y/N liked to be alone. Eret allowed her to build something behind his castle, it was always nice to have someone close.

It took time before she ended house, it was cozy one with big field in front, farms, cellars and most important - library with enchanting place. It was huge, biggest part of the house with plenty of regals and reading spots. Y/N loved to spend there time and collectin more books or texts. Foolish had a lot of ancient scrolls or manuscripts and liked to share them with her. They could spend hours discussing about their favourite ones.

Books caused that Y/N met Phil, because he was the second person on the Smp, which had great collection from centauries. Shark god took her at trip to Tundra. Y/N was excited to meet such person and nervous too. Happily, everything went all right, Technoblade wasn't that time in home, so they had chilling conversation. Winged man was very curious about her skills and enchants. Of course during his travells and lifespan he met enchanters, but didn't paid much attention to them. Now, he could meet one in chill ocassion. Their three had a lot of talking, giggling and being wholesome. Phil promised to borrow more interesting books and Y/N said, that she can give some enchantments.

When Technoblade came back he immediately felt, that Foolish was there with... someone else... someone new. It smelled like pine and old paper, very nice. Phil told him about visitors and Y/N, he ignored it a little bit, but voices... voices liked this smell a lot.

'So strange.' 'Which woman can smell like that?' 'Where is she living?'

}*{

Y/N was peaceful person with no intention to harm anybody, staying in her place. She stayed in positive relations with almost everyone, providing needed enchantments and helping caused, that a lot of members were friendly to her. Y/N liked to hanging out with Bench Trio, although they were sometimes so chaotic. Usually she went mining with Ranboo, when it was needed, cutting trees with Tommy for his buildings and staying in Snowchester with Tubbo. That is why she came with almost everyone, when Tommy and Tubbo were in Dream bunkier fighting with him. Discs were just items, but... Dream's obsession, it was dangerous and teenagers were her friends. After that a lot of things changed. Putting him into Pandora's Vault was meant to protect them, but she was getting cold shivers each time she looked at black walls of prison. Knowing that everyone could be locked there...

After Egg's influence grew stronger she tried to find some infromations about it and how could ghe possible defeat it, but that took time. Foolish and Phil were so helpful handing their ancient texts, to make research. Suddenly with crimson vines everywhere, Smp became less safer, at least she felt it that way. More members were busy with their business and stuff, they finally could do them, when Dream was locked. For example Foolish agreed to build big mansion for Tubbo and Ranboo, which got platonical marriage and Tommy started his hotel. Meeting Michael was so wholesome and funny, little zombie piglin started to like her and at each visit she read him fairy tales and stories.

Y/N decided to not think about bad sides of Smp, just being busy and tried to help, if someone needed it. Before Doomsday wandering around could be dangerous, especially for La'Manburg citizens, because Dream and Technoblade were unpleasant for them. Now she enjoyed visiting almost everyone everywhere. After a few visits, she could tell that something was wrong, Y/N couldn't tell what, but it was almost like being watched, blaming Egg and vines was her answer for that, but actually why? Why did it do that? She would never joined their side. Never ever. Sometimes she spotted the Phil's corws, but that wasn't a s surprise, birds were telling him a lot of informations around the Smp. Easy way to know almost everything.

}*{

Y/N was heading to her house, stepping at Prime Path. In opposite direction she spotted Quackity, slowly walking by from prison direction, which was surprise. She smiled softly to him and he smiled back.

"What's up?" Big Q asked when got closer to her.

"It's good I am coming back home, need to eat and get some nap, and you?"

"I... ended some buisness." His face stiffened and his look became more serious.

Y/N nodded little unsure about his changed emotions. Suddenly she spotted that his sleeve is covered in fresh blood.

"Are you hurt?" She asked worried.

Quckity looked at his shirt as surprised as she and frowned, he checked axe which hanged down from his belt.

"I guess so then, but I don't know where did that come from."

"Let me take care of this." Y/N suggested with warm smile. "My home is closer than Las Nevadas."

After a few moments he nodded in agreement. They together headed to her place. Weather started to become stormy, dark cloud covered the sun, threating to start raining.

Then went inside, but when she was closing door, feeling of being watched hit her with dubled strength. House was in the spine forest, but fenced and had a gate. In filed were some farms, trees and small garden, but everything seemed to look normal. Big Q sat on the couch in living room and Y/N brought bandages, water in bowl and even healing potion. He rose sleeve, wound wasn't long, but deep, something cut his arm, probably weapon.

"It doesn't look good, but you will be okay." She said after looking at cut.

"Good." He sighed with relief.

"What did make it? Do you have an idea?"

Big Q looked dead in her eyes and remained silence. Of course he knew what, but he didn't even noticed the wound before leaving the prison. Well, someone will pay for this.

"Maybe working at Las Nevadas, you know... I am still building there." He spoke after a while.

"Oh... ye you have right, but be careful next time." Y/N suggested and started to work on cut carefuly. Starting on cleaning, then gently bandaged it.

"Thank you." Big Q said after seeing the results.

"No problem, just don't walk around with untreated wound." Y/N giggled softly.

He stood up and moved his eyes on windows. Black clouds didn't go away, even became worse.

"I will go now, weather is getting worse, I want to be in home before storm." Big Q said with soft smile.

"Of course, see you next time."

After he left, big storm came, darkness fell upon the Smp, rain and wind were too strong, for coming outside. Y/N decieded to take a chance and nap. She baked some cookies and sit down on a couch with another book, which Phil borrowed her. Only the torches gave light, sometimes thunderbolt stroke and filled room with unatural blue light. Drops hit hardly, making loud sounds, but Y/N was too much into a book. Two hours has passed and slowly night was coming. She moved eyes to meet clock, yep that was supper time, put the book away and up, Gods thr storm didn't let go. Y/N watched for a while outside, then go to kitched. She grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her posture, damn there were cold.

Again feeling of being watched kicked in. She was alone at home, that was sure thing. Outside was deep dark and behind the windows was the wall of the water. Y/N bite her lip and shook head, it was just her imagination, a feeling which stayed for no reason after putting Dream into Pandora's Vault. She took an kettle and suddenly was seeing something in the corner of the eye, something red and unusual in the spine forest. Her figure frozen when she moved back eyes. Deep in the dark, around sprouce trees in the line of forest, Y/N spotted pair of shinning, red eyes, high above the ground. They were locked at her figure.

'This has to be spider... or something else...'

Right after this thought, ceature turned back and disappeard in the darkness, cold shiver went down at Y/N spine. What was that? And why it was here? At least she was safe in home...

}*{

'More.' 'Training is boring, let's find someone to fight.' 'We demand blood.'

Technoblade sighed and stopped, voices today were very, very loud. That was why he decided to train, but during it, they became even worse. He hid sword and walked into home. Phil wasn't here today, he had to do something, but didn't bother to tell him what it was. Blade went back to home by his old path through the forest. His training place was near the cottage, but still hidden from common people. All members of Syndicate knew where it was. First of all he need to take shower. When cold water touched his skin, he felt like even his bloodlust became less, quiet hiss left his lips. He earned some chafings this week. Next, he changed his clothes to common and made a cup of tea, then sit in the kitchen. Immediately his thoughts went to Y/N.

Somehow voices were acting diffrent around her and he even found himself acting that way. They were focused around Y/N and he was more calm, like just her pressence was comforting him. Technoblade remembered their first meeting, it was common day, when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and rose his eyebrows in surprise, outside was standing fragile woman, without any armor and only with trident on her back. They shared awkward eye contact, when suddenly she introduced herself as Y/N. Of course he saw her couple of times, but it wasn't officialy. Y/N has known who was he for sure, she swallowed hard and looked down with shyness. Phil yelled across the room, that she could come in. Ah yes... she loved to read books and his old friend was borrowing her them a lot. Technoblade again felt the spine and old papers smell, for him, it could stay here forever. After short visit, Y/N took books, gave back book of enchantment and left.

Techno's curiosity has increased, when he heard about her more. She was peaceful, friendly soul, completly opposite of him, maybe that was, why he felt so... diffrent around her and voices too. Piglin hybrid enjoyed watching her from the distance, in the shadows, but lately... lately it wasn't enough. Now he wanted to breathe at Y/N scent, holding her close and pressed soft kisses at forehead. He was under voices pressure so long and now his salvation was so close. But what would he make it? As longer he has thought of that, a diffrent ideas came to his head. She was delicate creature, he had to get plan at all. Techno knew almost everything about her: hobbies, traditions, friends and fighting skills. Phil told him a lot about enchanters, they could make enchanting books after years of studying and had magic talent sometimes. As they knew, Y/N could enchant books at any spell, so she had to studied a lot. Technoblade sighed and grabbed his cloak, time to keep an eye on few things.

'Let's not go quietly!' 'Let's go quiet as grave...' 'Blood for the Blood God!'

}*{

That was busy week, Y/N could only one time saw Foolish and Phil, but whole Smp seemed a little bit diffrent... luckily she was able to go on mining trip with Ranboo and Eret visited her with a couple of books, which were about Smp. Now was afternoon and sun slowly started to set, she was heading to her house, where waited for her snow fox, which she found in Snowchester. Cute, little ball of fur stole Y/N heart immediately. When she finally stepped inside, Snowflake - that how she named it, ran into her squeaking high.

"What happend my little one?" She knelt down and pet it's head.

Fox looked at her with big brown eyes and squeaked once more, then jump into her arms.

"Oh oh oh... are you afraid of something?" Y/N hugged Snowflake and looked around. Everything in home seemed normal, door was closed, in a field same, animals were quite nervous, but everything was good. She frowned and stepped inside, then put fox into basket with small blanket.

"I will bring you some berries, you will like it for sure." Y/N smiled gently.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any at this moment in home, Snowflake was there only for three days, so she couldn't make berries farm so fast, because she had to set up a space. Luckily, she lived around coniferous forest, so didn't even hesiatate, Y/N just grabbed backpack and went outside. Sun was lower in the sky, but still it was warm and brightly. Birds were humming quietly and around was quite quiet. Berries bush weren't so far, she founed some, but in order to make supplies, decided to find more, then plant them around the house. It would spared the time and work.

"Y/N." She heard deep, lazy voice and immediately turned at it's direction.

The Blade was standing under big sprouce tree with satisfied grinn on his lips. Eyes locked on Y/N figure, which completly froze at the sight of him. She have never been with him alone, in tundra always Phil or Ranboo were around, now it felt... strange and risky, she still remembered what happend to La'Manburg citizens.

"Technoblade." Y/N spoke softly, being careful to not crack her voice, despite building feeling of fear. She noticed, that piglin hybrid under his royal, crimson cloak was wearing armor, probably not his best one, but still enough to win fight. Part of hair made into bun, rest were freely in his back and shoulders. From his belt was hanging netherite sword and netherite axe was sticking out from behind. She spotted, that his weapons were a little covered in blood, same as his sleeves and parts of shirt. He was killing monsters right? Or just hunting? Uncomfortable, awkward silence reminded between them, only forest noises distrubed it from time to time.

Voices were too loud today, too agressive, too greedy, killing monsters and pillagers wasn't enough, Quackity has already tasted his steel, well he deserved that after showing up in Y/N home. He had so much fun with him, but after that he needed some rest, comfort and calm. That is why without even thinking too much Technoblade went straight to Y/N house. He hoped, that everything will change, that he finally will has some break from voices, violence and killing. Of course he liked his way to be... but yes sometimes, you have to make a nap.

"Are you wounded?" Y/N asked quietly breaking the silence. After all, if he needed help, she would help him, without hesitation.

Technoblade's grinn became more sinister, he put hand on sword hilt and slowly tilted his head on right side.

"This isn't my blood." He said without caring at all.

"Oh, that's good then..." Y/N whispered, but he could hear that.

Piglin hybrid studied her posture, she had only trident at her back, backpack in left hand, no armor, no more weapons. Poor little girl, that's not how you are going outside your home, she was literally unarmed in his eyes.

"So... what are you doing here? Alone? In the forest?" Technoblade asked and moved closer to her.

The way he spoke these words, made Y/N shiver inside, outside, she grabbed her backpack harder. Surely there was nothing to worry about, she has never done something wrong to him or Philza, she wasn't dangerous or wanted to has any power. Techno is probably just passing by. Suddenly he was so close, now she could for real see the height diffrence, for the gods sake, her head reached around his breastbone. Y/N looked up only to meet piglin hybrid's burning gaze.

"I... I was collecting berries for my snow fox. Something scared her, so I thought that she will calm down after getting some and I ran out of them..." she suttered and swallow hard.

"How sweet." Technoblade commented and his smile widened.

"So... you are just passing by?"

"Not really."

Sudden grip on her chin caught Y/N off guard. Technoblade forced her to look straight into his eyes. His face stiffened a little bit, she hissed quietly, when claws touched harder gentle skin. Then she realised... Blade's eyes were red and she heard, that it could glow in darkness. Her skin became pale and pupils widened. It was him, that time during a storm, he was watching her...

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked quietly, without any clue, what was going on.

'She is so innocent.' 'We love her scent.' 'Let her know.'

"I have something to tell you." He leaned and immediately her scent hit him harder, resisting to take deep breath wasn't that easy.

"What excatly?"

"I was watching you for a while Y/N. Belive me or not I found that interesting, because your pressence is calming for me, I can fall asleep while listening your voice and push away my violence behaviour, when you are around." He stroked her cheek by his thumb and smiled haughty. "I am always getting , what I want and I want that so badly, you can't even imagine."

Y/N shook head and made few steps back, leaving his grip, couldn't belive what she just heard. That's impossible.

"I don't know what to say... I can admit, that I had strange feeling of being watching but... I blamed the Egg..." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to put everything together. "What do you mean, you are always getting, what are you want? How am I suppose to understand that?"

"Listen sweetheart, we can do this in two diffrent ways: good or bad. If you choose first one, fine politely you will go with me. Second way? Well I can be very convincing, when I want to." Technoblade frowned.

None of this options was good for her. Y/N sighed and her shoulders dropped. She couldn't do anything literally...

"Come on princess. I can take care of you, I promise, you will be happy." He gave her his hand, but gripped sword hilt harder.

Y/N always avoided the conflicts and argues, never has started any, that was easier and better way to live. She could take care of her interests, powers anf friends by being supportive or neutral. Technoblade's behaviour made her shiver and feel sick, there was no guarantee that he will keep his words, even if it were sweet and promising. Y/N knew that fighting him was pointlees, he were ten thousand better than her, she didn't even have armor or second weapon. But surrender just like that? Without any resistance? She always was determinated, miss 'you can always find a way, solution'. Not a chance.

"I think I have better option, which lay in the middle." Y/N smiled gently.

"Well, tell me then." Technoblade rose his eyebrows with curiosity.

With one smooth move, she put backpack on and immediately started to run. The Blade's pupils widened, he burst out laughing.

"It will be funny."

She has known, that she needed to lose him in forest. Going to home wouldn't help, because door or gate couldn't stop Blood God. Lost him and then ran away from Smp, at least her current living location. Y/N realized that she couldn't even ask for help anyone. Probably Technoblade would come after her friends, helpers, so that was it. Y/N versus The Blade, she was on her own.

'How did she dare to run away from us?!' 'Chase her, catch her.' 'Faster, faster, faster!'

It seemed like running away from Tommy for fun, came in handy and long trips with Ranboo caused her to move fast through forest. Y/N nimbly jumped over obstacles and avoid rocks or roots. Her pace wasn't the fastes, but she could hold it for pretty long time. She wasn't thinking a lot, just tried to run away as far as she could.

'Don't look back, don't look back, it will make you slower.'

Hiding could be good idea, but not now. As long as he was close, she couldn't stop at all. Breaking through the forest was only hearing noise, soon, she heard her heavy breathing. Heading to unknown direction wasn't so wisely, but Y/N had no choice. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch breath. Around was sudden so quiet, cold shiver went down at her spine. Too quiet.

"Already tired?" Technoblade's voice surprised her from left side.

She turned head, just to see him leaning against the tree. In his right hand he held sword, didn't even look like he was running.

"You can't outrun me little one. A lot of people tried, now they are dead." He aimed sword at her. "We can end this farce here. I am not mad, honestly, you made me smile a little bit."

"You will have to catch me, if you want me going with you." Y/N said and then continue to run away.

"Oh I will princess, that's what predator does to the prey."

Y/N started to feel really tired, muscles aching, throat dry from gasping for air, hair dispelled and cheeks red. She ran for a while, but now had to stop. Technoblade immediately appeared in her field of vision. He was walking carefuly, but still looked intimidating.

"Don't come closer!" She released a cry.

Piglin hybrid stopped about eight meters away. He leaned sword against the ground and looked at her with curious gaze.

'Here she is, our reward.' 'Let's finally take her with us.' 'We like that sound.'

"I think, I just caught you." A little grinn appeared on his lips.

She looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze full of fear met a calm and determination. Y/N didn't even want to think what would happend, if he fulfilled his desires. Gods sake, she was free human being, none could take her freedom, she didn't ask for this. In an act of desperation, with the last of her strength, she used her powers. Feeling of warm through fingers and energy drained from her veins, but then burning light. In Technoblade's towards direction flew literally fireball, but he was too skilled for this. He made a dodge and looked at Y/N with mix of proud and shock. She dropped to her knees, struggling to stay conscious, despite the pain at her whole body and tired mind and unclear vision. Technoblade immediately was with her, he knelt down and support her, by putting arm around her waist. Y/N leaned back against his chest, fatigue prevailed over reason.

"Enough for today princess. You run out, if you will keep resisting." He whispered calmly.

"Please, please... please I don't want this, I want to go home." Her voice was cracking, tears strimming down at her cheeks.

"Hush darling, everything will be all right."

Technoblade's body radiated warm, his tone suddenly was so calming and sleepy. She wanted to close eyes so badly, but still fear was too big.

"You are safe, nothing can hurt you I promise."

After this words Y/N gave up and lost consciousness. Sun went down and shadows became longer and darker.

}*{

Phil careful closed the doors, then walked quietly down. Technoblade sat in kitchen with cup of hot tea, he immediately looked at his old friend, his eyes were worrying.

"Y/N is good, she lost consciousness, because was too tired. You said that, she used her powers."

"It was literally fireball, but I dodge that easy."

"Well, now we know about her powers at least... interesting, what you are going to do, when she wake up?" Phil asked and sat in opposite site.

"I know, that you are not glad about this, but I will figure this out. She won't cause any troubles." Techno's voice became deeper.

Winged man sighed and looked at his friend. He knew what he was going through, when voices became louder and demanded blood, each moment of silence or when they were quiet, Technoblade cherished and tried to make it worth. Phil couldn't be angry or mad for his friend about that deed, but... he was torn.

"Come on spit it out. I can see that you want to tell something important." Piglin hybrid said slowly.

"We were through a lot of shit, we know each other for almost ages and we blew up the nation for gods sake, kidnapping isn't the worst thing you have done, but..." Phil started and looked at Techno. "I wish you best and everything good, but I don't know how will I act around. Y/N has come to me for books, we were talking about stuff, I gave her cookies and tea. How will I explain, that I am supporting your decision? And I am always on your side." Phil said aloud his worries.

"I will give her time to get used to. After certain amount of time Y/N will understand." The Blade was lost in his thoughts.

He was so greatful of his friend statement, but still a little bit unsure. This case shloudn't affect on their relationship or Phil's life. Honestly Technoblade belived that his pressence will comfort Y/N at least, as he said they were close and enjoyed each other company.

"Someone will notice her disappering. What then? And Ranboo is visiting us a lot." Phil sighed a little.

"I've got this, trust me."

"I trust you with my own life." Winged man nodded.

}*{

Sunlight kissed her skin gently, when it showed up on window. Y/N felt softness under herself and on her back. Quiet sigh left her lips, when she opened eyes. In the room was very bright, but for sure it wasn't her room. Immediately cold shiver went down at her spine. Still weak, she tried to lift herself, because she was lying on stomach. Bed was big, with good beddings and pillows.

"Don't move, you are still weak." Technoblade's voice was soft, but loud.

Y/N bite her lip and then lifted head. He was standing near the bed and observing curiously, looking completly diffrent. White, linen shirt and high waisted, leather trousers, hair braided tighly. In this version he was... more open and accessible, not so scary.

"Where am I?" She asked slowly and rolled at her back with quiet hiss. Muscles still hurt and throat was dry.

"In my house, in tundra safe and..." He cut off, while noticed that Y/N is trying to get up. "What did I say?" He stepped closer and sat on bed.

She sat unsure on mattress, just to met Technoblade here, he gripped again her chin, as in the forest and forced her to look at him. This time it was more gently.

"Darling please..."

"You can't take my freedom!"

His eyes darkened immediately and Y/N regreted her words. She swallowed hard, when Blade looked deep into her eyes.

"Of course I can and I will, if you don't behave good. If you didn't notice, you aren't chained or tied, but pretty comfy in my bed." He said slowly with threat in his voice. "Think about it."

Technoblade released her and got up. She looked down thinking about situation, yes he didn't tied her, but still it wasn't good case. Y/N just wanted to be free, do stuff which she want and meet friends. Maybe Smp wasn't perfect, but still now it was her home, there were a lot of wars or argues, but she still had house and persons which she cared about and this was mutual, now everything was unsure.

"I am just afraid... " Y/N whispered quietly.

"As I said earlier you are safe here, you are safe with me. Nothing can hurt you." Techno grabbed bowl with soup and came back. "Here, eat, you need to recover."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly to him, took bowl and started to eat slowly.

'Good girl.' 'She will behave for sure.' 'We can teach her a lesson.'

Y/N was napping for the rest of the day, Technoblade gave her one of their books, so she wasn't bored. Probably tomorrow or next day she will stand up.

The sound of closing doors, caused her to closed book and put it away. Piglin smiled gently and took off his shirt suddenly. Y/N eyes became big.

"Wait wait wait..."

"Calm down princess, I am just going to sleep, nothing else." Technoblade smirked for her panic.

"So... where shloud I move?" Y/N asked looking around the room.

"Nowhere. You are staying here with me."

Immediately her cheeks went slighty red. She looked at him curiously. His pink skin seemed gentle from the distance, a lot of scars marked his chest and arms. Some of them little, some of them large, the biggest one was through both sides of chest. Technoblade released his hair and came closer. Y/N moved to make him some space. He laid down, she followed his steps but remain distance.

"Goodnight." She said and turned back from him.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

He blow up torches near the bed and silence fell upon them. Not even a five minutes passed, when Y/N felt sudden grip on her waist. She froze, Technoblade hugged her and pressed kiss on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Quiet whisper left her lips.

"Snuggling and cuddling." He whispered softly.

Y/N couldn't help, she giggled quietly. Techno took this as premission, her back touched his chest and second hand slowly stroked her hair.

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[chloelucia13]

Made of Ashes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Prompt: Faking your death wasn’t an easy thing to do, but SHIELD said that it had to be done. But you couldn’t stay out of the life you were born to have, even if it was risky. Even if it brought you face to face with the people who still believed that you were dead. Based off of “My Tears Ricochet” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: ANGST, a teensy bit of fluff, language, violence, gore, discussions of death (obviously)

Word Count: 5.1k 

A/N: We did it, boys, we’ve found another hyperfixation. Let’s see how long this lasts. Anyway, my tag lists and requests and DMs are always open! Hope you enjoy!

Death was never a foreign thing to you. It seemed to linger, its presence permeating every interaction and movement as if to remind you that you never know what could happen. 

Just because it wasn’t unfamiliar didn't mean that it wasn’t miserable, though. You’ve lost so many friends, family, and everything in-between and it never seemed to get any better.

You knew how painful it was, but you could never imagine the pain that you felt when you witnessed your own funeral. When you watched the people you love grieve over you while you were only feet from them but couldn’t comfort them.

You had watched their tears streak down their faces as they stared ahead at the closed casket, their cheeks glistening under the rays of sun that shone down on them. You watched their hands tremble as they showered individual roses onto the gleaming mahogany lid before returning to their seats with their heads bowed low. You watched the light sheen of sweat build on their skin that made them wonder if this heat was comparable to what you had felt.

They were told that you were caught in a building that Hydra had bombed, pinned underneath the falling debris as the flames rose as engulfed you. They were told that your body couldn’t be found, that it was most likely hidden under all of the rubble or turned to ash. They had to bury an empty casket.

The word had spread fast, and the wake that they’d planned on being a small gathering became flooded with familiar faces from around the galaxy. Basically everyone was there, eyes damp and hearts heavy.

In a car tucked away from the wake but still in view of it, you and Maria Hill watched their grieving in silence. “This is all for your safety,” she had explained to you, but the guilt of what she had to do was still lingering. You had nodded along to her word, but your mind was in another place. 

It was stuck in a whirlwind of panic, hurt, and confusion as you stared at the man who kept his distance from the crowd of Avengers, but his shoulders still shook with sobs as your casket was lowered into the ground. The man who gave you heaven and gave you hell. The man you swore you’d love until you died, even if you were already dead to him in his mind.

And to him, it was true.

You and Bucky had met when he was still the Winter Soldier, when he had dragged Steve from the water and dropped his limp body directly at your feet. You remember staring at him in a panic, unknowing of what he would do to you. He had stared you directly in the eye and gave you a nod before walking past you, leaving you with a seemingly-lifeless Steve.

That small, but meaningful, interaction had led you on a manhunt of sorts, devoting your free time to finding this “Bucky” that Steve spoke so fondly of.

After a couple of months, you came across a reported sighting of the Winter Soldier in Bucharest, though the man was not hostile. Immediately, you booked a flight there and, without telling another person, snuck off to find this supposed Winter Soldier.

You found him at a small market in the middle of town, your eyes locking with his as he lifted his gaze. The panic he felt from being seen was evident, but that panic seemed to melt away as a smile grew on your lips. He was still on alert, though, as you crossed the street and walked over to him. It was clear that he recognized you, but your gentle demeanor gave him a strange sense of comfort.

That first meeting had slowly built up to monthly visits that lasted for days at a time, the two of you nurturing a relationship that was kept hidden from the word, especially the Avengers.

The day that Bucky’s past life came rushing back, the two of you were on one of your monthly “dates,” as you’d jokingly called it.

The blue of his eyes had drawn you in for a moment too long, prompting a chuckle from him. You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips, turning your face from his so he couldn’t detect the blush blooming on your cheeks. “What, I can’t admire the beautiful sight before me?” you defensively hummed in Romanian, crossing your arms over your chest as your examined the baskets of fruit in front of you.

“I never said that,” he teased, playfully bumping your shoulder with his before turning to the woman running the fruit stand and asking her a few questions.

The woman handed Bucky a bag of plums and you both thanked her before walking down the street. “Plums?”

He nodded, shrugging slightly. “I figured we could make something with them.”

“I think there’s still some phyllo dough in the fridge.” He nodded, but his attention was clearly elsewhere. You followed his line of sight and saw a man sitting in a newspaper hut staring worriedly at Bucky. You touched his right arm and the two of you exchanged a glance before making your way over to the man. The moment he noticed the two of you stepping towards him, he retreated back before running out of his hut.

Bucky pulled the newspaper the man was reading off of the surface it rested on and held it out in front of him.

“Winter Soldier Cautat Pentru Bombardmentul Din Vienna”

“Bucky,” you spoke slowly, forcing yourself to tear your eyes from the paper so you could look up at his visibly shaken face.

“We need to go,” he grumbled, placing the paper face down and gripping onto your forearm.

The two of you walked at a hurried pace down the street that led up to his apartment, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible despite the fact that you both were shivering with fear.

After climbing the multiple flights of stairs with no one in sight, the tension slowly began to dissolve from the naive belief that they may not have tracked him down yet. His grip had loosened on your arm, as well, signifying that the fear had began to die down in his mind as well. The two of you silently slipped inside and closed the door behind you, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you could see that the apartment was empty. That breath hitched in your throat, though, when a pair of heavy footsteps echoed through the stairwell just outside the door. 

You nodded towards the bathroom door and he quickly pulled you into the small room, closing the door and tucking your form behind him. The creaking front door swung open and shut, and a shadow passed across the crack of the bathroom door. You gripped tightly onto the arm of Bucky’s canvas jacket and he placed his hand over yours, giving you a gentle nod. He led the two of you out of the bathroom and into the open space of the studio apartment, keeping your eyes trained on the familiar figure standing at the fridge that made your stomach turn.

After speaking out to what was most likely a voice in his ear, he turned on his heel to face you two.

You could tell from the look of pure bewilderment on his face that he absolutely was not expecting you to be there. “Y/N?” Steve questioned.

You gave him an awkward smile and a wave. “Hi,” you hummed with a simple nod.

A wave of emotions crossed over his face and he let out a sigh. “We don’t have time to talk about this right now.”

After the chase that led you, Bucky, Steve, and King T’Challa in prison, and the prison break that took place afterward, Bucky had kept his distance from you. He became cold, calloused to you. You figured that it was due to the stress of being framed for a crime he didn’t commit and the man who did commit it trying to tap into the Winter Soldier, but that didn't mean that it didn’t hurt. You’d spent months working on a relationship with this man who you loved more than you’d care to admit, all for it to be gone within moments.

But it didn’t go away, even after everything was taken care of and Bucky had came back to you.

The bright smile on your face couldn’t be suppressed when Steve and Bucky had came into view, both of them clearly exhausted from everything that had occurred. That exhaustion was tucked away, though, when Steve saw you standing there, and he quickly headed over to you and pulled you into a tight hug. You took his affection gratefully, the two of you chatting with equally wide smiles.

After about a minute or two, Steve told you that he had something to do before quickly slipping out of the room, leaving you and Bucky alone. Bucky stood a good distance from you, avoiding your gaze and keeping his stance rigid. It was obvious that he was still hurting, but you figured that your presence could cheer him up.

“Bucky,” you sighed, hurrying over to him and reaching out for a hug.

He turned away from your embrace, keeping his eyes on the ground and his face emotionless. 

“Buck?” You dropped your arms to your sides, brows furrowing in confusion as you attempted to search his face. He gave no expression, and you gave up on his face, instead glancing at his robotic arm that was no longer there. “Oh my god, your arm.”

“It’s fine,” he huffed, stepping away to stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the landscape of Wakanda.

He was shutting you out, acting more rigid than he did when you two first met. Your lips pressed together as you walked over to the windows, keeping a few feet of distance between you two. “It’s beautiful here-”

“God, do you ever take a fucking hint?” 

You jumped from the tone of his voice, giving him a look of shock while his face, still, stayed flat. “What?”

“I don’t want you here. I want you to leave me alone.”

His words made your heart sink to your shoes, but there was a pestering itch in the back of your mind that made you push him further. “You don’t mean that.”

He stepped forward until you were backed up against the glass, placing an arm on each side of your body and caging you in. “Don’t I?” He let out a huff, eyes trained on yours which were brimming with tears. “You’ve ruined whatever chance I had at being normal. You found me, you led everyone to me, and you got me sucked back into all of this bullshit.”

You shook your head. “I just wanted to help.”

He scoffed. “You sure helped a lot.”

You blinked back the tears and clenched your jaw, giving him a look of spite. You averted your gaze for a moment, eyes catching on the small black cord that peeked out from his shirt. The cord that was so familiar because it was a necklace you’d gifted him. You let out a huff before shoving his arm out of your way and stomping away down the expansive hall.

On your way to your room that T’Challa had given you the key to earlier, you ran into Sam, who immediately noticed the anger and pain radiating off of you. “Whoa, whoa, cool it on the stomping there. You might just smash through the floor,” he teased and gripped your arm with a smile, but it fell when his eyes searched yours. “What’s wrong?”

“Go ask Bucky, because I sure as shit have no clue.”

Months after you’d left Bucky in Wakanda, your “funeral” had taken place, and it pained you that you were never able to resolve the issues that had divided you two. 

You tried your hardest to live your life as normal (well, as normally as you could while staying as underground as possible and basically living a completely different life than the one you previously had), but that plan had crumbled and turned to dust like half of the planet. You’d lost Hill and Fury, the  only people who knew that you were still alive and were actively working to keep you safe. At first, it was horrifying to know that no one would be watching your every move as you’d grown so used to it. But as time went on and you realized that you had to be somewhat present in society, you had finally felt the freedom that you’ve been held from for years.

You lived life under the new identity that Hill and Fury had previously given you (Sandra McMahan, 27, unemployed, living in Boston, Massachusetts), but you couldn’t give in to the normal life that was at your fingertips, so close yet so far away. Instead, you launched yourself headfirst into researching all of the people who turned to dust. It was clear that it was a result from something that the Avengers fought due to the multiple sightings of spacecrafts that were documented on Stark’s databases, but it proved to be much more devastating than you could’ve guessed.

All of your friends were either dead or missing, and you couldn’t help but feel the immense guilt from the thought that you could’ve saved them.

Five years had come and gone in a haze of misery and loneliness, each day blurring into the previous day and the next day. You tried your hardest to participate in a society that was struggling to cope with the devastating loss that had occurred, but most days you had failed to get out of bed.

You still vividly remember the day of the blip, when the billions of people who’d vanished into thin air had reappeared just as quickly and in the same exact state. You remember the amalgamation of cheers and cries as people were reunited with their loved ones, all while you watched them from your 10th floor window in your dingy little apartment.

All alone.

The databases were updated at that point, displaying who had come back. Of course, there were still a few people whose status never changed, and no matter how long you refreshed the page in hopes that it would switch from “missing” to a blank spot where that word once sat, it didn’t. Instead, it changed from “missing” to “deceased.”

Hill and Fury had tried to get back in contact with you, but you ignored their messages, instead choosing to look deeper into the reappearance of one man.

You’d watched Bucky from a distance, lingering in the shadows as you went along with all of daily activities. Going to the grocery stores, spending Wednesdays at an asian restaurant with a man you didn’t recognize, and attending this weekly therapy appointments. His routines were, well, routine, until the day that he and Sam traveled to the Raft to break out the man who nearly landed Bucky in that same prison. They’d escaped successfully, and their movements brought you to Madripoor, a place that instantly settled a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. 

The dress you wore in that dark and musty bar was itchy and the stares you earned from it made your skin crawl, but you bit your tongue and kept a straight face as you tucked yourself away into a dark corner. The doubt that itched in the back of your mind of how the three men would show kept growing stronger and stronger, only for it to shift into pure terror as Bucky and Sam walked in with that bastard. 

Bucky’s face was as still and hollow as it was the first day you met him, that hauntingly empty look that made your insides churn. But that churning was incomparable to the bile that bubbled in your chest as he attacked men at Zemo’s word, his actions harsh and merciless.

Silently, the three men were led into a back room by an armed man, and once the trio disappeared into the room, you overtook the man and disarmed him. You gripped the gun in your hands and stood just outside of the room, still lingering within earshot.

Zemo and who you assumed to be Selby discussed some sort of contract that had to do with the super soldier serum, of which he offered Bucky as payment for information on where to get the serum. The discussion was cut short by Sam’s phone ringing, which snowballed into a situation much bigger than they were expecting.

As Selby ordered for them to be killed, a gunshot rang through the air and Selby’s words were cut short. After attacking the guards that surrounded the room, the three men escaped out the back door, and you followed them. The road leading out from the bar proved just as treacherous as another spray of gunfire sounded from all around, and you all sprinted down the narrow street and into an attached back alley.

You shot down the two motorcyclists that had followed them in and stepped out of the shadows, gun trained on Zemo as your hands shook with fury. “Disarm him,” you spat, finger hovering over the trigger.

“Y/N?” Sam spoke, voice laced with shock.

“Power him down, Zemo,” you continued, ignoring the shocked looks from Sam and Bucky. “I will not hesitate to blow your fucking brains out!”

“Drop the gun” Bucky roared, making you jump. 

“Well, this is too perfect,” a woman’s voice echoed, standing in the space next to you and aiming her gun at Zemo. “Drop it, Zemo.”

Zemo slowly lowered his gun to the ground and held his hands in the air, retreating back as the other two men walked forward. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke.

“You cost me everything.”

“Sharon, wait-” Sam pleaded.

The four of them bickered while you stepped back and lowered your gun to your side, trying to catch up with everything that was going on while also trying to comprehend why Bucky was with Zemo, why he acted like he was the Winter Soldier.

Sharon’s offer of refuge seemed to draw everyone in, but as they all began to walk, Bucky turned to you and gripped both of your biceps in his hands, forcing you to drop your weapon. He backed you up into the brick wall and tightened his jaw, the rough material scraping against your exposed back. “Bucky,” you cried out.

“Who are you?” he hissed, pulling you close to him before swiftly slamming you back against the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Bucky, it’s me. It’s Y/N. Please.”

“Y/N is dead.” Sam appeared behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. “Who. The fuck. Are you.”

“Bucky, we don’t have time for this!” Sam snapped. “She’s coming with us, let’s go.”

You silently pleaded with Sam but he walked away, allowing Bucky to wrestle both of your arms behind your back and walk you to the car.

*** As Sharon and Sam and Zemo conversed, Bucky dragged you into the first room he saw and threw you inside, locking the door behind him.

You let out a hiss of pain as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, glancing dow nat the rug burn on your palms before looking up at Bucky. “Buck, come on, it’s me,” you begged, watched as he leaned against the wall that faced you.

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed, lips pursed tightly. “Who are you and why are you here? How did you find me?”

You spoke slowly, “Bucky, it’s Y/N Y/L/N. We met in Bucharest, we were... We were best friends, until...”

“What, until I went to Wakanda or until you died?”

“They made me fake my death, Buck, it wasn’t my choice. They made me hide away from everybody for what they said was my own safety. They said that I could be used by Hydra to get secrets about everyone, about you.” You let out a trembling sigh. “I’ve been hiding for seven fucking years. I’ve been alone for seven years.”

He looked away from you, gliding his tongue over his bottom row of teeth before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“You cut your hair,” you spoke after a moment’s silence.

“You came back from the dead.”

“So did you.”

He shot a glare at you, standing up straight and walking over to sit in a chair on the other side of the room. Hesitantly, you rose to your feet and walked over to him, leaving about 10 feet of distance between you two. “How did you find me?”

“Stark’s databases. They said that you were getting court-mandated therapy in New York City, so I went there, and I guess I just followed you from there.”

“Why...” He cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“Well, first of all, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk you getting hurt because of my selfishness.” You sat in the chair adjacent to his. “And I figured that it would be best that I stayed away from you since you despised me.” 

He let out a sigh, mouth opening to defend himself. 

You shook your head. “Do you know how much that hurt me?” you cried out, lower lip quivering. “I-I thought that you cared about me, but you didn’t, did you?”

“I can say the same fucking thing about you!” he snapped. “When I came back from the blip, I saw you everywhere! I thought that you were haunting me, that my guilt was just making you appear, but it was actually you!”

“I didn’t want to do that, okay.” “What, you didn’t want to haunt me? You made me miserable!”

“That’s just what you said the last time I saw you.” You pushed yourself out of the chair and faced away from him, not wanting him to see you cry. “You were one of the only people I had. After you left, I wanted so badly to go see you. I could’ve gone anywhere, but the one place I wanted to be was with you. And then I had to hide away from the world, and I had no one. And I had to live with the fact that I would never be able to fix things between us.”

“You’ve really got some balls to say that shit.” He gripped your arm and spun you around to face him. “Fuck you, Y/N. Fuck you and everything you did.”

You yanked your arm from his grasp and stormed away. “I don’t think I’m the one to blame here, Bucky.”

You slammed the door shut behind you and walked past the room where the other three were gathered. “Hey, where are you going?” Sharon shouted.

“Outside,” you grumbled, walking out into the open courtyard in front of the house. 

Sobs bubbled in your chest and past your lips, collapsing onto the front steps with your head held in your hands. Your shoulders shook and though you tried to keep the noise to a minimum, you couldn’t hold back the hiccups of air that you tried to breathe in.

Heavy footsteps clicked on the pavement behind you a few minutes later, and you hastily swiped away the tear tracks that soaked your cheeks. “Sam, I’m fine. I’ll be in in a minute and you can interrogate me all you want,” you choked out, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Not Sam,” Bucky’s gruff voice rumbled behind you, his form settling beside you on the steps.

You pursed your lips, eyes trained on the concrete path ahead of you. “Why did you go to the wake?” The words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them.

“What?”

“I... I saw you at my wake. Why were you there? I thought I was dead to you.”

He shook his head. “You were never dead to me. You... God, you were the only thing keeping me going. You were all I had.”

You finally lifted your gaze to his face, locking eyes with him. “Then why’d you hurt me?”

A sigh left his lips. “After that chase in Bucharest, I... I guess I realized that you being with me wasn’t safe. And then when Zemo was able to get the Winter Soldier to come out...”

“So you hurt me to keep me from getting hurt.”

“Y/N-”

“What, am I wrong? God, when you push people away you really go for the heart.”

“It’s not like it was easy for me! When I saw how badly I hurt you, it felt like a part of me died inside.”

“But you still had every goddamn piece of me in your hands. Was that not enough for you?”

He stayed silent, searching your eyes for a moment before directing his gaze to his shoes. You scoffed and pushed yourself to your feet, turning on your heel to leave.

Bucky reached his left arm up, the cool metal curling gently around your wrist as he also stood up. In one fluid motion, he spun you around to face him and pressed his lips into yours. You froze in shock, but before you could even decide how to feel about his bold actions, he pulled away and searched your eyes. 

You let out a shuddering sigh, trying to gather your composure as quickly as possible. “Bucky, I would’ve died for you.”

“That was the last thing I wanted. It still is.” His cool fingers loosened their grip, delicately gliding along the back of your hand. “And when I found out that you died, I blamed myself. I told myself that if I hadn't hurt you, if I was with you, then you would’ve lived.”

“Bucky-”

“My therapist, she made me create a list of people that I need to make amends with. I-I’ve gotten through most of it, but there’s a few names that I still need to get through.” He dug in his back pocket, fishing out the small pocketbook and turning to the last page. “I wrote your name down. I-I knew that there was no way I could ever make amends with you, but I felt like I had an obligation to.”

You stared at your name scrawled out on the page in his messy handwriting. It was the only name on the page, placed right in the center. Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a shaky breath, unable to find the words to say.

“You don’t have to forgive me, and honestly I don’t expect you to, but I just needed-”

“Bucky.”

He closed his mouth, his sweet blue eyes following your movements as you closed the book in his hands and settled both of your hands on his cheeks. You could see the stress melting off of him as soon as he felt the warmth of your touch, his shoulders dropping slightly and a hint of a smile threatening to crack on his lips.

“Bucky Barnes, you are the most stubborn son of a bitch I’ve ever met,” you sighed, giving him a small smile. “And I know it’s because you’ve been hurt more times than you can count, but if I can take away some of that hurt, I’d do it a million times over and never regret it.” The tip of your nose brushed against his, and you heard his breath hitch in his throat. “I forgive you.”

With a gentle tilt of his head, his lips bumped against yours before quickly locking together. Your fingers drifted down his cheeks and his throat before clasping together behind his neck.

He stole a few more quick kisses before pulling away completely, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before permitting a smile to rest on his face. You mirrored his smile and carded a hand through his hair. “Y’know,” you breathed, “I really dig this haircut.”

He arched a brow. “Really, I thought you liked the long hair.”

“I did like the long hair! It just... This is more you. Not the Winter Soldier, not HYDRA. You.”

You felt his arm pressed against your body as he tucked his book into his jacket pocket before both arms tenderly snaked around your waist and pulled you close to him. He pressed a chaste kiss, then two, then three onto your lips before letting out a small sigh.

“I’ve got clients coming in half an hour and I’d prefer not having people with targets on their heads making out on my front step,” Sharon shouted from the front door, giving both of you a pointed look before stepping back inside.

“I should leave,” you hummed, dropping your hands to your sides and beginning to wiggle yourself free of his grip.

“Y/N,” he breathed, fingers catching onto yours and weaving together. “Stay. Please. I... I just got you back, I don't want to lose you again.” Your eyes locked with his and he held the stare for a few moments before clearing his throat and shifting his gaze to the ground between you two. “Besides, I think Sam and Zemo might kill me if I don’t go back in there without you.”

You giggled. “Oh, that’s the reason you want me to go in there with you?”

“Yeah!” His voice was nearly drowned out by your laughs, but he persisted. “I swear to god, if looks could kill, I would’ve died before I could’ve even gotten out here to talk to you. Fucking Zemo even said something about ‘when you’ve got a woman like that, you should never take hurt them.’”

You grinned. “You think he’s wrong about that?”

He shook his head fervently. “No, no, not at all! I just... I guess I’m out of practice with this whole... talking thing.” He let out a breath and squeezed your hands. “I need to catch up on the seven years that I’ve spent without you, and there’s no better time to start than now.”

You bit down on your lower lip to suppress the smile that was close to splitting your face in two. “I don't know, Bucky, but that sure sounds like some good talking to me.”

He rolled his eyes, but a smile finally began to settle on his lips. “Shut up.”

You pressed a final, sweet kiss to his lips before slipping from his grasp, giving yourself a moment to admire the purple light that caressed his skin. “Come on, let’s head inside before Sharon loses her shit.”

#Bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes one shot #bucky x you #Bucky x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #James buchanan barnes #tfatws #spoilers #sam wilson #baron zemo #sharon carter #Sebastian stan #marvel #mcu #marvel x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #angst #fluff #Bucky x female!reader

[slashy-ashy]

I'll say it once again if DC focused more on Dick and Barbara’s friendship I would start reading the new Nightwing, if the story followed an interesting plotline I would read the new Nightwing, if King truly did listen to the fans/the fans concerns and started treating this series with some forethought and respect I would pick up the series, but all of what I said isn't happening and at this point, I'm not interested in DC’s takes on what they think should happen next in his run because they don't know themselves

They’re so many wonderful plotlines that have just been dropped for no reason, the writing is just to cater to the fans, I'm over Dickbabs as a couple already, the relationship between them isn't appealing to me because as always this ties to the Ric Grayson arc in which everyone I mean everyone from Bruce down to his siblings just shown that they don't care about him truly and this is thanks to the writing of that issue too. Ric Grayson would be a fantastic arc if it was handled correctly, we should see or should have seen IN PANEL Bruce coming to visit his son, Alfred visiting his grandson, Jason stopping by to see how his brother is doing, Tim stopping by just to stop by, Damian possibly stopping by but I sincerely doubt it because it hurts to know that di-Gra-RIC won't remember him won't remember them, Barbara coming down to check up on Ric just to chat about what's happening in Bludhaven, etc. Long story short we deserve to see a story in which Ric’s autonomy and decisions matter truly and are respected instead of just having to imagine that Bruce was watching Ric from the shadows because the writer tweeted that tidbit of information, it isn't fair to see Bruce get treated with the utmost respect and still see him get treated as if he's still human but he's just forgetting some things over Ric getting harassed by his family because Ric NEEDS to remember his past while with Bruce they were tiptoeing around him and yet still giving Bruce the space and respect that frankly, anyone deserves in that situation. I am at the point that if I don't see it in the panel then it didn't happen point-blank, I'm tired of writers just going to Twitter to add in more tidbits of information into the story, that isn't how you write a story and it's lazy storytelling if it wasn't already added/thought to be added to the story to begin with, then they tie it towards the second book/ whatever by going to Twitter of all places, that's like if I sent in my google doc for school but then I forgot to add something to my work so I just tell my teacher or whomever that I meant to close my third paragraph in my essay and begin talking about my new topic in the fourth paragraph, like that would not work and I would have got my assignment back to me with the appropriate marks.

I think if we were to fix the issues from Ric’s run then Nightwings new run would be smoother and more interesting because right now I'm not interested in the adventures of Dick Grayson and his girlfriend Barbara Gordon! The most interesting thing to come out of this run for me personally would be his dog, Haley. We have yet to see Dick be on his own since Grayson and it's driving me up a wall that DC doesn't just allow him to be by himself in HIS OWN RUN! AS IF HE IS NOT A LEGACY MEMBER HIMSELF

If we were to quote-unquote tie him down to someone then I prefer either Bea or Kori because I enjoy their relationship, and it had a lot more room to flourish if the writers took the time to properly write it out instead of having Barbara rudely dismiss Bea and then proceed to never pick up her character again or again end their relationship because Dick and Barbara slept with each other even though both parties knew that Dick was with someone else and was even on his way to get married to that someone else too. If they need drama then do some hurt/comfort instead of now having these two characters be canonical cheaters and yes both Barbara and Dick are cheaters because of the above-mentioned incident which could have been avoided if they just talked to each other like the adults they are instead of some weirdo who just thought that this would spice things up like... You just single-handedly ruined this story by having these two sleep with each other because you thought that this would drive sales? The sales were already secured when they brought Dick and Kori together as a couple, Dick and Bea had again in my opinion, more chemistry than say...Dick and Shawn, and sorry to any Dick/Shawn shippers, but when they pulled the pregnancy scare they lost me as a fan because whew I think my heart dropped so far into my shoes it wasn't even funny. Seeing as this is Dick’s solo run after Grayson and after Ric, I was excited about his run but as of right now I will most definitely pass on this story and I haven't even brought up his new sister and the heartless villain (whom I'm pretty sure has yet to come up yet and what even happened to Zucco or am I just forgetting things?) I don't know I'm just tired of the inconsistency of this run and the previous runs and again this is just my opinion but whatever.

#dick grayson #ric grayson #bruce wayne #nightwing #batman #tom king #Ric/Bea was a wonderful ship anyone who says otherwise is lying #Bea #Ric Grayson was great the story line just needs a lot of clean up #Ric Grayson deserves better #Ric and Bea’s relationship was wonderful and Barbra still had no right to dismiss Bea like that #not Barbra Gordon slander but she has overstepped her boundaries too many times #tim drake #jason todd

[starlightstevie]

fics rec / march 2021

Hello again! Here are my favourite fics from the past month - I enjoyed reading these so MUCH and I hope you guys do too!

(* is smut)

Fuck it I’m recommending this again this month because Kait’s cowboy!Thor series is just THAT good and everyone needs this country boy in their life:

*I Need A Hero by @inthorantine​ Masterlist Cowboy!Thor: After Y/N finds out that her late grandfather has willed his rural Montana ranch to her, she decides it’s time for a little change of scenery. At least until it’s in a condition to sell. Along the way, Y/N finds a renewed appreciation for hard work, new friends, and possibly even love. She has the land. Can Thor help make it a home?

*saints can’t help me now by @peachyteabuck Forest god!Thor x reader: I will tell you the mystery of the woman and of the beast that carries her, whose name has not been written in the book of life from the foundation of the world. Kings give their power and authority to the beast, and those who are with him are the called and chosen and faithful.

and with that shadow upon the ground, i hear my people screaming out by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: You're on the ship when Thanos comes aboard.

*Warm Water by @xbuchananbarnes Thor x reader: Reader takes a bath after a long day.

*h/c: dom!thor by @thorsthot​

Imagine: Thor smells like a storm by @wandas-sunshine​

*Somnus by @sweeterthanthis​ Nomad!Steve x reader: On the rare occasion that you have him in your bed, you savor every last minute. Even while he sleeps.

*Morning Wood by @angrythingstarlight​ Nomad!Steve x reader: Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning.

Good Kind of Trouble by @all1e23​ Biker!Stever x reader: Steve finally meets his cute neighbor. She’s not impressed.

*h/c: the way steve fucks by @helahades​

*Cock Worship by @ozarkthedog​ Andy Barber x reader: You take care of an exhausted Andy.

*illicit affair by @feliciahardyn​ Professor!Andy Barber x reader: You had been crushing on your sexy professor, Andy Barber since the beginning of the semester but he made it hard for you to focus in class. Lucky for you, he was willing to give you the best lesson in your life though.

if it’s not you, it’s not anyone by @blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky comes back from the snap and his world is shattered.

*West Coast Turnaround by @moteldwelling​ Trucker!Bucky x reader: Bucky Barnes is six foot of surliness driving his eighteen-wheeler across truck stop America. Reader just so happens to have a working thumb. There’s one bed.

Let Me Protect You by @littleredstarfish​ Bucky x reader: He's strong but he still needs protection.

deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake Bucky x reader: “I’m here,” you sob, hand shaking. “I’m right here, Bucky. I’m here. I’m here. Bucky, please. I’m here. Please don’t leave me. I’m here. I’m right here.” Or, five times Bucky Barnes has a nightmare, and one time you do.

The World’s A Little Blurry by @summergrls​ Masterlist Bucky x reader: Glimpses into a (mostly) quiet life with the Winter Soldier.

*Oasis by @bubblebucky Bucky x reader: It’s your first time with Bucky, and Bucky’s first time in 80 years.

call it fate, call it karma by @belladonnabarnes Bucky x reader: Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.

*bucky convinces you to sit on his face by @bunnywritesmarvel

*Chaste by @tiffdawg​ Mando x reader: It’s tradition for couples not to have sex once a marriage promise is made. Not until the wedding night.

*way down we go by @goldafterglow Mando x reader: Din is made of mismatched shards that you bind together - until you want to watch them fall apart.

*kneel at my alter by @filthybookworm Mando x reader: I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.

*I’m not gonna touch you until you beg by @mxsamwilson

*dripping by @cptnbvcks Javi x reader: Javi brings you something to take the edge off during one of colombia’s heatwaves

*What It Is You Do (To Me) by @filthybookworm​ Javi x reader: He’s never mentioned a vest before, is all you can think, mouth parting as your tongue drags across your lower lip in an unconscious expression of desire. What is it, you wonder, that makes it look so good?

*Dinner & Diatribes by mxsamwilson Oberyn Martell x black!reader: Oberyn catches your eye from across the room and holds your gaze. His deep eyes swallow you whole, burn straight through you like twin flames, and you’re falling into him once again. Helpless.

*one single thread of gold tied to you by @spacelabrathor​ Alpha!Deku x Omega!reader: Pro Hero Deku is a frequent visitor at your support lab and you're grateful for it. He's one of your high profile clients and his quirk is strong enough that he has to come for suit repairs near twice a month. It helps that he's one of the most bearable alphas you've ever met, affable and kind, and he never judges you for being a rare omega in the hero line of work. It also helps that he's painfully, absurdly hot. You're perhaps never more grateful for his nature than when the building housing your lab collapses with the two of you in it, and as the walls and floors of your lab crumble, so does the suppressor device that keeps your heats in check and your hormones under control. As the dust settles, you realize you are trapped by rubble and dust and twisted metal with perhaps the only alpha alive that you trust, as your adrenaline surges and your carefully suppressed heat cycle comes roaring to life.

baby mine, don’t you cry by @kaitsukibakugo​ Deku x reader: A quiet early morning moment between Reader and Deku and their newborn baby.

*you’re such a good girl for me by @rat-suki​

*dilf!Deku by @sems-diarie​

*more dilf!Deku by sems-diarie

*wreck my plans (that’s my man) by @spacelabrathor Bakugo x reader: You inform Bakugo that he's a control freak who can't cede control in any area of his life for any reason, and, because he's Bakugo, he immediately, furiously rises to the challenge.

*Thin Walls by @rat-suki Bakugo x reader: Katsuki’s loud, obnoxiously so. And you’re the one who has to deal with it.

*all through the night by @some-kindofgnome​ Bakugo x reader: You and Bakugo have chased a villain far out of the city- too far to make it back for the night. You find somewhere decent to bed down, but there’s a little problem with your room.

*imagine bakugo easing into you, no prep by @sems-diarie

Soon to be dad!Bakugo by @luciilferss​

Subtlety is my middle name by luciilferss

Pro hero Bakugo taking care of you by luciilferss

mean!Bakugo has a soft spot for you by @ihatebnha​

*Bakugo with a pillow princess girlfriend by @hanji-is-life​

*Dumb slut Bakugo by @ihatebnha

*villian!Bakugo takes you in an alleyway by @lookslikeleese​

*the folly of man by @dymphnasprose Todoroki x reader: Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.

*toshinori as a lover by @spacelabrathor​

at my worst by @hiiraya Wanda Maximoff x reader: Slow dancing in the kitchen with Wanda.

wanda + pianist au by @helahades

Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection Firefighter!Sam Wilson x reader: You visit the local police station and catch the eye of a certain firefighter.

*size kink with geralt by @lovely-cryptid​

*Heat by fettsvette Boba Fett x reader: Set after the second season of The Mandalorian. Boba Fett takes you on a faraway hunt that involves a prolonged journey through hyperspace. You’re horny as fuck, but your man is too preoccupied with running a tight ship to pay you any mind - until things get a little too desperate.

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