#but this side braid with the waves and her eye scar i just-

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 oh say it ditto, aonung.

✶ pairings: aonung x sully!reader

✶ warnings: fluff, fighting, reader is awkward, flirty and touchy aonung, spicy tension if u squint hard enough maybe idk fuck around and find out, reader the ultimate brozoner, reader and lo’ak evil twin agenda, not proofread whatsoever, uppercase intended!

✶ word count: 2k

✶ na’vi glossary: kenten – fan lizard, paskalin – honey, skxawng – idiot.

✶ a/n: me vs stealing kpop song lyrics to use as titles LOL i literally had to rewind some scenes like a thousand times to get everything down right hehe.. happy reading! >:-)

After nearly weeks of traveling on your ikrans, your family had finally arrived in Awa’atlu, desperately seeking Uturu to get away from war. You were standing beside your brother, Neteyam, your lanky arms hanging awkwardly in front of you, tense hands clasped together in a poor attempt to ground yourself.

You felt even more awkward when an–admittedly attractive– boy and his friend entered the crowd. Once the two of you made eye contact–his being a thousand times more intense than yours, burning into you like a hundred suns– you immediately brought your hand to your forehead, a sign of respect.

Instead of him doing the same like you thought he would, he flared his nostrils and looked you up and down with a narrowed glare. His stare made a feeling flutter deep in your stomach, like someone alerted a field of colorful kenten.

Oh. He was sizing you up.

With an inaudible inhale, you shuffled closer to Neteyam, his heavy arm immediately coming to wrap around your tense shoulders, thumbing at scarred skin, effectively grounding you. Your big amber eyes never broke away from Aonung’s baby blue ones, furrowing your eyebrows and flicking your ears upward in embarrassment from being blatantly ignored. He would definitely be a problem later.

It was when your dad whispered an “it’s alright, be cool” that you finally broke his gaze, opting to look at the ground beneath you. Your thick braids curtained the sides of your face, beads clicking together harmoniously–the feeling of being watched intensely from a crowd of na’vi made you feel nauseous, dizzy, and even more alienated; your nose twitching as the the saltiness of the air nearly intoxicates you.

The sand felt weird, foreign, incredibly unfamiliar to the dark soil you already missed digging your feet into. The waves crashing against the shore, however, sounded lovely. The wind blows, it passes over, beneath, and between the mangroves, one after another, never to return. Though, it wasn’t enough to fill the void. You hoped that after all this blew over, you and your family would be able to go back home–but the gnawing voice at the back of your head knew that would never happen.

“These children are not even true Na’vi.”

You harshly blinked away the tears that threatened to spill when you felt the Tsahìk rip one of your clasped hands away, only to hold your four-fingered hand up for the scrutinizing crowd to see. Her voice boomed with authority.

“They have demon blood!”

The only thing you could hear were ringing in your ears, your own pulsing heartbeat, and the scared gasps of the na’vi surrounding you.

Welp. This is your life now. Your home.

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“Hey!” Lo’ak yelled, striding up to Aonung and his crew with you following closely behind, “Back off, fishlips.” Kiri took a few small steps back, looking between the both of you in a slight panic; you nodded towards her and she nodded back with a small, yet obviously forced smile on her face, the look in her eyes gave you just enough to know she was fine.

Aonung’s face quickly morphed into a smirk, his tone criminally sardonic. By Eywa, this boy is evil. “Oooh, more four-fingered freaks!” He cackled wickedly, lightly shoving Lo’ak–almost playful– like he wasn’t tormenting Kiri a few moments ago. Him and his gang started to crowd around your twin, pulling and touching the thin tail that flicked with annoyance.

“Leave us alone!” Kiri chorused, the plea sitting desperately on her tongue.

With an exaggerated sigh, you ran up beside Lo’ak and shoved Aonung with as much strength as your lithe body could muster at the moment, running off of pure adrenaline. The push wasn’t that strong, but strong enough that it made Aonung take a few steps back, admittedly flustering him a little. “Dude, don’t touch him!” You emphasized, your frantic, honeyed eyes as wide as can be, staring back into his.

Time seemed to stop for Aonung as he took in your appearance like he did the first time you two saw each other, yet you were even beautiful up close. His eyes looked between your left eye, your right, and then to your lips. Before his own mind could even register, he wrapped his big hand around your wrist, indulging in how it nearly engulfed your entire hand. Once his thumb caressed your skin, you felt your heart jump.

“Beautiful..” Aonung whispered– his voice low and deep– so that just the two of you would be able to hear it. His tongue swiped at his bottom lip, effectively distracting you from what was really important at the moment.

It seems that he was too caught up in taking you in, narrowly missing the way Neteyam was currently striding up to him with vigor, shoving him with way more force than you ever had, resulting in everyone going quiet and shifting their attention towards him.

“You heard what they said.” Neteyam started, pointing an accusing finger at Aonung. “Leave them alone.”

“Back off, now.”

Aonung raised his hands up in mock surrender, looking off to the side as Neteyam continued to stare holes into his head.

“Smart choice. And from now on I need you to respect my sisters.”

“Let’s go.” Neteyam gathered you, Kiri, and Lo’ak like sheep, ready to walk away and get whatever the hell was happening over with.

“Look at them. They’re all freaks, the whole family.”

Lo’ak sighs deeply at this and makes his way back over to Aonung and his friends.

Watching him with wide eyes, your heart panged as you figured out what would happen as soon as he steps into their vicinity again. “Lo’ak..” You chided, hurriedly looking back towards your twin and the snickering guys behind him.

“I got this, sis.”

Lo’ak, in fact, did not have it. A huge fight broke out between everyone, excluding Kiri of course. What kind of twin would you be if you didn’t jump in?

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You all were definitely about to get the lecturing of a lifetime–or, you and Lo’ak, at least. Lo’ak had his hand wrapped around his arm, Neteyam rubbing at his bloodied nose, while you had your arms crossed, nails digging into your elbows. All with Jake trailing behind, practically seething with anger.

“What was the one thing I asked? The one thing?”

“Stay out of trouble–” You and Lo’ak chorused, Neteyam looking off to the side.

“Stay out of trouble, right.”

“And you,” Jake started incredulously, turning his stern gaze towards you. He knew you and Lo’ak were alike, down to a T, so maybe he really shouldn’t be surprised, yet he still couldn’t help but feel a semblance of disappointment pang in his chest as he watched the pinkish hue of Aonung’s blood stain the tips of your teeth and the cracks of your bruised lips. “You bit Aonung!”

“I did not–” “Yes, you did! Oh, so now you’re starting to lie to me?” Immediately, your ears cast downward, the loudness of his voice making tears brim your eyes and your bottom lip tremble. He was right, you actually did lie, the taste of iron fresh on your tongue to further prove his point. But how you hated when your father spoke to you like this–the weight of shame and disappointment dripping down your shoulders like hot syrup.

You felt Lo’ak and Neteyam’s stare burn into the side of your head like hot coals, their hearts heavy as they both watched their little sister get scolded for something she didn’t start.

Neteyam pursed his lips before stepping in front of you and Lo’ak, ready to defend. “Sir, it is all my fault–”

“I don’t think so. You gotta stop taking the heat for these two knuckleheads.” Your shoulders were pinched as a tear ran down the slope of your rounded cheek, hand coming up to quickly swipe it away. Neteyam stepped over to place a hand on your back.

“Dad, Aonung was picking on Kiri.. called her a freak.” Lo’ak said softly, as to not make your father raise his voice any more than he already was. Jake’s stern gaze softened at this, looking off to the side. He sighed audibly before looking back to the both of you.

“Go apologize to Aonung.”

“What?” You and Lo’ak said in unison, both of your eyebrows furrowing.

“He is the chief’s son, do you understand? I don’t care how you do it, just make peace. Just go.”

And with that, Lo’ak sighed and shook his head, stray braids swinging with the movement, walking off to go find Aonung with you scurrying behind like a lost, pitiful puppy. You didn’t dare look back when Jake called for Neteyam, only focusing on controlling your own harsh breathing. This had to have been the worst day of your life.

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“Run that by me again.”

“..Whatever that means.”

“Repeat what you said.”

“I said, if you allow me to court your sister, you will be pardoned.”

“Dude, I am not prostituting my sister. Are you nuts or something?”

“Not prostituting, I just happen to like her.”

Well, you thought, so much for trying to apologize.

You were currently hiding behind a nearby tree, ears alert as you listened in on their conversation. Lo’ak told you to stay put, that he’d go apologize to the dude himself since you didn’t have anything to do with it; technically you did bite him, and his friend.. and two more of his friends. But that was because you had teeth, so why not use them for what they’re made for?

By the time Aonung blinked, you were already at your twin’s side, amber eyes glancing into amber eyes before peeking into his blue ones. “I am very sorry, Aonung, but I don’t think Kiri is interested in you. Like, at all.” You said with a tilt of your head, beads thudding almost mockingly.

After an awkward beat of silence, Aonung cleared his throat. “No, I’m not talking about Kiri..? I’m talking about you, (Y/N).”

Lo’ak gawked at him as if he had grown fifteen heads, eyebrows raised incredulously. “Bro–” “I accept your offer.” Now Lo’ak was staring at you as if you were crazier for even accepting, mouth open cartoonishly wide. Aonung, however, looked extremely pleased at your response, glancing at Lo’ak in a way that screamed ‘she said it, not me’.

“Whatever. Let me know if you need me to beat him up, okay? And you, bring my baby sister back before eclipse.” Lo’ak huffed before turning to set off along the shore, shaking his head in the procress.

“Not a baby, Lo’ak, we were born five minutes apart!” You complained in English, making Aonung’s ears perk up at the foreign language that spilled from your mouth.

Lo’ak turned to you, flipping you off with both hands raised in the air–even with his thumbs out. Disrespectful. “Girl, bye!”

You watched your brother walk further and further, his silhouette getting smaller and smaller. Blinking, you turned to Aonung, only to find out he’s already staring you down intensely. Acknowledging him with a nod of your head, you felt your cheeks flush at his attention, a fluttering feeling took over the pit of your stomach.

Aonung crowded you, tucking his fingers under your chin to make you look up at him. “Just so you know, I would have courted you even without your brother’s permission, sweet girl.” His eyes were even prettier up close, a striking narrowed blue boring into your honey ones. You felt your heart violently palpate at the name, and with a nervous exhale, you shied away from his hand.

“Come.” You quipped sweetly, skipping ahead with Aonung following close behind, his eyes trailing down your form, stopping at the pretty woven bow that sat right at the base of your tail. His gaze snapped back to your face when he saw you face him in his peripheral, heart thudding against his ribcage. “Do you call everyone ‘sweet girl’?”

“No, only you. You are very pretty, by the way.”

“Thanks bro.” He internally cringed at the choice of label, it was a habit, obviously, but Aonung didn’t seem to mind it very much; he knew it would change over the course of time. “You think the same about Lo’ak?”

“By Eywa, no, he doesn’t look half as good as you, paskalin.”

“He is my twin, skxawng. We look the same.”

Aonung went silent for a few moments, scanning your features before responding. “.. Not necessarily. The shape of the hair over your eyes are both the same, though. I will give you that much.”

Your laugh fluctuated throughout the air, singing harmoniously with the crashing waves. You desperately trying to ignore the way your entire body felt like it was lit up in flames when he placed his hand on the small of your waist, thumbing at the skin, you were sure he could hear your heartbeat threatening to jump out of your chest.

Looking up at him, you noticed the small multitude of bite marks along his shoulders and arms, your ears lowering in guilt when the phantom taste of iron filled your mouth, remembering what your dad told you.

“Also–uhm– sorry for biting you.. so many times.”

“It’s okay, I liked it, sorry for calling you a freak.”

“No hard feelings. I’ve said worse about you with Lo’ak.” Aonung decided he would ignore that last part, while you decided to ignore the first part of his statement, feeling your face flush for the thousandth time today.

“I really did like it, by the way, you biting me. Do it again next time.”

“.. Jesus christ.”

“Who?”

You didn’t really like it here at first, but since the Olo’eyktan’s son currently had his hand digging into the skin of your waist with full intent on courting you, you guess you could make it work.

#aonung #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #atwow aonung #ao’nung #ao'nung #aonung x reader #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung x y/n #ao'nung x y/n #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x you #aonung x y/n #aonung x you #ao’nung x you #aonung x sully!reader #ao’nung x sully!reader #avatar x reader #atwow x y/n #atwow x you #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #avatar #atwow #na'vi x reader #na'vi x y/n #fanfic #na’vi x reader #navi x reader #x reader

[aroacesetitoff]

OG Infinight Reference Sheet + Headcanons

Marcy Burns/Elleve the Amender

-4 feet tall

-its mentioned that she has "rainbow robes" and ive decided to interpret that as sunset colored

-pre mining accident Marcy has longer hair and has already lost her eye to unknown circumstances

-post mining accident Marcy cut her hair and it turned whiter, and she switched to more monochrome clothing-symbolizes her turning away from her faith and also grieving her husband

-still wears her wedding ring, and keeps Fred's on a chain with a locket of his picture

-we know literally nothing abt Fred but I think he was also a halfling and had a sick ass mustache

-the symbol on pre-accident Marcy's eyepatch + staff is supposed to be of the Diarians (followers of Dia). The circle is Faeza, the hands are Dia herself, and the six teardrop shapes are the Diagems. Also meant to resemble a flower as a reference to Gum Gum

-magic goblet-does it have a name? Anyways Paralyte stole it from the Sheerays so I gave it an aquatic wave/seaweed design (water = life)

-idk how to design tattoos, but other clerics of dia would probably have similar ones-i think hers are religious in nature

Ostin Tashe/Slique the Symphonius

-ya boiiii

-4'6-so just barely taller than Bart. Barely

-had the most satisfying color palette for me- i love green and so does he

-i rewatched the hobbit/lotr trilogies so Ostin is def inspired by that-gave him braided hair and armor

-idk how a tuning sword works. Like a bident maybe? Ive drawn the sword in his right hand (the one with missing fingers) but he might prefer to fight left-handed. Idk ive trained with longswords before but ive never lost any fingers so i cant say

-magic lute-gave it a greener/mossier color palette to show it was from the Elderpines. The strings are vines and the rosette has a tree design

-dont know where Ostin's scars came from either, maybe he really did fight a dragon maybe he didnt-doesnt stop him

-post-Wight Winter i gave Slique a grey streak to match with Spectril

-also gave him a cool colored eye highlight for the same reason

Leonard Lank/Spectril the Surreptitious

-i put his height around 5'7/5'8

-made the rogue armor sharp and dark-had to recolor it from the origianly palette bc it was too dark tho lmao. Fur collar to foreshadow his time in the Ethereal Plane

-post-Wight Winter i gave him simple, more homey clothes bc at that point he had a family and wasn't focused on fighting. The fur is not bear fur i swear

-already mentioned it before but his hair started turning white + he grew it out/braided it back.

-he's got normal rogue daggers, and then the Ethereal daggers. Not shown but yeah they fade in and out of the Material and Ethereal Plane

-"Walls Have Ears-Doors Have Eyes" by Clan D. Stine-the wiki i think mentioned him having books that let him turn invisible and walk through walls-this one's definitely a Leitner (ifykyk)

-boots-deceptively simple in design from the Elderpines

-piercings include several ear piercings, snake bites, and an eyebrow piercing

-warm colored eye highlight to match with Slique-your honor i have (accidentally) sun/moon coded then because they are gay

Luz Prattle/Paralyte

-6'0 tall and definitely uses it for intimidation

-i think she dresses kinda emo/alt

-the only infinight with a unique logo-instead of two crossed swords its a snake eating itself

-committing to the snake bit-i gave her scale armor

-the gloves have two talons on the pointer and middle finger, based very specifically off a homebrew item i saw where the hand kind of looks like a biting snake. It contains a venom that paralyzes enemies and came from the Sheerays

-put a snake on her sword. Cause why not. Thats why she teamed up with Brink they are both snake lovers

-not drawn, but she would have a snake tattoo somewhere on her body

-hands are turning dark at the fingertips as a side effect of using the gloves so often. Her veins are visibly green because shes pale as hell and also suffering from long term exposure to Sangrianite

-facial scar-man im sorry i dont know where this one came from either. Kyborg shot her once tho i do remember that

Bo Bender/Grislee the Groundbreaker

-height is about 6'6, very tall lady

-all i had to go off was red bandana so its like her thing

-her locs are made of rocks and also have veins of gold in them

-the stuff on her shoulders and hammer are lichen-she takes such long naps outside they've started growing on her. And also earth genasi

-when shes raging she has magma veins coming from her eyes and hands, and the inside of her body also glows

-when shes not raging it cools to golden veins-still very hot to the touch sometimes

-didnt have a lot if ideas for her second outfit but i gave her a bearskin bc she is "grizzly"

-hammer is the other item from the Sheerays and is pretty much just a trunk on a stick in terms of design. Combined with the lute tho, they are probably some of the most powerful items in Faeza

Man thats a lot of characters. Should i have made these before I made 3 painting and a comic page? Yeah. But i didnt lol. Enjoy✌️

edit: fixed the magic item origins

#my art #tales from the stinky dragon #tftsd #slique the symphonius #ostin tashe #spectril the surreptitious #leonard lank #elleve the amender #marcy burns #grislee the groundbreaker #bo bender #paralyte #luz prattle #stinkydragonpod

[memethebum]

Had a Inukag fic sitting in my wip pile for a while now, so I decided to shoot it out before I completed forget about it again lol

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Kagome hadn’t realized how marriage would give her a heightened awareness of almost every thread which wove between her relationship with Inuyasha and the domestic life they’d carved out for themselves after three long and agonizing years of being separated.

She was sure that the soft caresses her hands would massage into Inuyasha’s bare skin would offer some sort of new understanding for the man she’d chosen to wed, but the weight seemed to be much more real and heavy than anything the miko-in-training could’ve imagined.

The realization came in slow waves, like the way her eyes would dart towards the scarred skin around her husband’s heart while she worked her lips along his collarbone or how her thumbs would silently trail through a fresh cut he’d gotten from working in the fields.

He trusts me enough to see what his life has been like, both before and after being sealed on that tree Kagome sighed to herself as she laid within Inuyasha’s grasp during a breezy spring evening.

“Hm, what ya’ thinking about Kagome?” Inuyasha questioned, causing the young woman to tilt her head up and regard him a gentle smile.

“Just how much I love…you know all this ,” Kagome responded, eliciting Inuyasha to give her a loving gaze of his own before rubbing his palm along the skin of her back.

Their lips then reached towards each other in a silent tandem, serving as the only gesture she needed to lull herself into sleep.

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“It’s almost ready,” Inuyasha called before Kagome hummed from her cocoon within the blankets on top their futon.

She then let out a steady sigh while shedding the covers and raising her arms in a stretch.

“What were you cooking again?” the young woman asked Inuyasha as she began a lethargic crawl towards their fire pit.

She recalled him mentioning that it was a dish his mother used to cook frequently for breakfast, which caused her to bask in the fact that she was continually being gifted more information about the highs and lows which made up his life before meeting her.

“It’s kinda like a stew. My mother…would say it’s usually made with spices, but she obviously ain’t add those in because I wouldn’t like it,” Inuyasha elaborated as Kagome finally reached the warmth radiating from the fire pit and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“It smells delicious,” Kagome added before planting a small kiss on her husband’s earlobe and then gently raking her fingers through his silky hair.

The young woman couldn’t help but smile to herself while watching Inuyasha’s ears begin to slightly twitch in content, prompting her to split his hair into two parts in an attempt to loosely braid it for him before they both had to go tend to the fields.

Kagome’s eyes then wandered from the base of his scalp to the start of his tanned neck, causing her to let out a gasp at what she saw.

“Hm, what’s wrong Kagome?” Inuyasha immediately questioned as he shifted his weight in order to meet her eyes, which remained glued towards his neck.

“Inuyasha, h-how long have you had these?” Kagome murmured before gliding a finger over the faded maze of scars that outlined the entirety of her husband’s nape.

She usually found a very vague explanation behind each of his scars, but the area before her had never served as a juncture for a story that could only be told through bated breaths and tight embraces.

“Heh? Oh, probably some demon tryin’ to grab me back when I was a pup. Damn thing never got me though, so I’d say- hey are you crying?” Inuyasha then exclaimed before angling his head to the side once more, causing Kagome to vigorously rub at her eye sockets.

“Ugh, you know these things get me emotional,” the young woman rebuffed while gently waving her husband away, only to stop in her tracks when he suddenly cradled her hand within his own.

“I know, I know. Wasn’t trynna make fun of you woman,” Inuyasha murmured before gently placing his lips against the back of Kagome’s hand, eliciting her heart to flutter within her chest as he circled his arms around her figure and let out a low sigh.

“I won’t deny that the memories still sting but…being able to talk through each of the scars with you is all the healing this hanyou needs really,” the young man mumbled, probing Kagome to gently rest her forehead against the smooth surface of his kimono and let out a sweet hum in understanding.

A comforting silence then passed between the two until an aromatic smoke began to waft it’s way through their home, forcing Kagome to tilt her head upwards after feeling Inuyasha’s hands begin to trail along her ribs.

“Fuck, hope it ain’t burnt,” her husband exclaimed before loosening his hold upon her with a small peck to her forehead, crawled across their creaking floorboards, unclasped the lid ontop the large metal pot situated within their fire pit, and let out a boisterous aha! as the aroma of a rich stew began to waft around the room.

The miko-in-training couldn’t help but let out an airy giggle at the domestic nature of the moment, only for her grin to widen even further when Inuyasha looked back at her with a serene smile in understanding.

#inuyasha #inuyasha x kagome #inukag #ao3 fic #meme attempts to write

[recluse-moth]

October 7th, 1998

The war was over but the scars still remained. She was but a specter of her old self, she’d walk from room to room in the manor in a completely catatonic state. She hadn’t spoken of what had happened to her during the brief period of when Voldemort had won, but her scars told me everything I needed to know.

Harry had gone to the forbidden forest as the old man had requested of him, Hermione had somehow managed to sneak past with Ron in an attempt to save Harry. Voldemort had struck him down as if he were nothing, almost immediately after that Ron and Hermione had been discovered.

However Potter hadn’t died that night, instead he’d come back and won the fight. None of that mattered to him though, not when his best friends had been tortured for hours while he had been playing dead.

It took nearly three weeks until they were both strong enough to leave St. Mungos. Hermione had gone to stay with the Weasley’s along with Potter and the Lovegoods. I had gone to visit nearly everyday watching as she sat by a window in silence. Mrs. Weasley seemed to have lost more than one son that night of the battle. Ron had spent nearly every day out in the garden, sometimes Hermione would join him and I would stand guard with Harry in case one of them had an episode setting off the other. I could see the pain in Potters eyes as he watched, but not like the glazed over look Hermione would give when she’d look at me.

A month after they’d been discharged it was decided that caring for them both in the same house was proving difficult. It seemed as if their terrors were becoming more frequent, so I offered to take Hermione to the Manor, Harry was reluctant as he had every right, but ultimately she’d come to stay.

The first day I took her to the library and it seemed to spark something that seemed dead once before. She walked around for hours picking books out, and I carried them gladly for her. She’d sit by the window and read till she fell asleep. It seemed that reading was the only bit if peace she found, but she still didn’t speak.

By week three we had found a routine between the two of us, we would meet for breakfast by the greenhouse, and we’d walk the gardens my mother watching from the manor above. After the walk we would enter the manor once again and she would bury herself with book till lunch where we would meet my mother in the dinning room. My mother tried to speak with her on several occasions but the most Hermione could manage was nod. After that we would sit in the drawing room and I’d read to her as she watched the fire I’d built for her myself to keep her warm. We would take dinner in her room and she would read as she ate, and when it was time for her to sleep I would and wait till her eyes were closed before I left her for the night.

It felt as if we were in never ending cycle of silence, but everyday I’d spent with her I took notice of every detail about her. The way her nose curved, the slightest freckles on her face, the complex shade of her eyes, even the way she���d often braid her hair because she she hated having to push back the curls when she read. It wasn’t until today that I decided that I would break our routine and take her somewhere for a change.

I bought a muggle car just so she wouldn’t have to fly or gather the strength to disapparate to where we were going. She slept most of the way there but when we arrived her eyes lit up again. It was too gloomy for a swim and I hadn’t anticipated the amount of wind that hit our sides but we walked along the shore. She collected oddly shaped seashells and handed them to me for safe keeping as she had with the books she wanted to read for the day. After an hour we sat in the sand and she watched the waves in peace, her hair flowing in the wind and I’d never seen her look as beautiful as she did then.

I took her hand in mine and she turned to look at me, and for the first time in a long time she smiled. She rested her head against my shoulder and said, “Thank you.”

#dramione #dramione fanart #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #ron weasley #golden trio era #harry potter fan art #fan fiction #oneshot #harry potter au #draco x hermione #fan art #recluse-moth #hermione fanart #hermione fanfiction #draco fanfiction

[auroraesmeraldarose]

Aurora/Gale BG3

A little something I knocked up after work when I should have been marking Y9 books.

Gale (BG3) x AFAB Tav (named) Fluff, sloooooow burn

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Aurora’s shoulder was agony. It had been weeks since the battle, when a shot from a crossbow bolt had come from on high, its sender struck down quickly by a fire bolt from Gale in response. After their victory, Aurora had removed the arrow herself with a hideous squelching noise, much to the consternation of some of her more squeamish companions. Shadowheart had used a quick healing spell, and it was just a scar now, but it still ached after a long day or a tough battle. Now, it was causing her problems again, and all she wanted was to braid her hair before dinner and falling into her bedroll for the evening. Aurora had worn her hair in two tight braids along either side of her head for as long as she could remember, and wearing it down felt wildly impractical even in the safety of camp. She had managed to wash her hair after a long few days of travelling fairly decently in the waterfall, and it had dried into her natural bright ginger waves, but braiding it again was going to be impossible. Her shoulder ached and twinged if she even attempted to lift her right arm to her head, and with hair like hers it wasn’t a quick job for even the simplest braid, it was so thick, and down past her elbows. 

“Darling, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair so ravishing, so wild, so free!” Astarion purred at her across the campfire as she flopped down, looking miserable, and trying not to catch her hair under her elbow as she propped herself up. Gale was seasoning a delicious smelling stew that hung over the fire, but at Astarion’s words he turned to look at her over his shoulder at Aurora. 

His brown eyes sparkled in the firelight and widened a little in surprise.

“Quite delightful. Very… natural. Trying a new look, or…?” Gale’s handsome face was curious, thoughtful, though he quickly turned back to finish the task in front of him.

“No, my shoulder is just hurting too much to lift my arm to braid it. It’s ridiculously impractical like this, maybe I should just cut it all off instead.” Aurora sighed, tossing her head to shake the hair back from her face and off her shoulder. She didn’t take much notice of the compliments; Astarion loved to comment on anything slightly different, though it was nice he wasn’t insulting her for once, and Gale was always charming and polite. It was likely neither of them truly meant a word they said. 

“Darling, you mustn’t cut it! I’d offer to help, but I must say hair braiding isn’t a skill I’ve picked up along the way, never had much need of it with my own hair, what with the lack of reflection and all. How about you, Gale?”

“Well, no, it’s not something I’ve tried my hand at, but… I’m sure it can’t be that difficult can it? If you really do want it done, perhaps you could instruct me? I think it looks rather magical as it is, but I’m always willing to add a new string to my bow, as it were.” Aurora had laughed at this; typical Gale, if there was something to be learned, some ignorance of his, he had to rectify it immediately, no matter how irrelevant or bizarre it might be. 

“I think you’re underestimating the difficulty of it, Gale…” Aurora smirked a little, one eyebrow raised at his suggestion.

“Come now, it’s hairdressing, how difficult could it be? I am rather dexterous, and intelligent, surely this can’t be beyond me?” By now he had finished with the stew, replaced the lid of the pot, and was facing Aurora with a look of determination on his face.

“Humble, too…” Astarion needled him, grinning a little, baring his sharp white fangs. Gale ignored him, and Aurora considered her response thoughtfully. 

“I don’t think… Well, it’s hard to explain it. I could show you, but I’d need someone to demonstrate on. It’s not really a thing you can just teach with words.” Both Gale and Aurora looked over at Astarion, a hint of a smile on both faces.

“Absolutely not, darling, my hair is perfect as it is I’m sure, even without a mirror.”

“Perhaps Shadowheart would volunteer?” Gale suggested, looking over towards her tent in the distance.

“I don’t think Shadowheart would let anyone near her hair; she’s chosen that style for a reason. You’d probably be struck down by Shar simply for considering touching it!” Astarion’s voice dripped with mockery, as always.

“Well then, how about some magical assistance? The stew needs to simmer for at least half an hour longer anyway.” With those words, Gale conjured a faceless, wooden training dummy with hair exactly like Aurora’s directly in front of her with just a wave of his hand.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “That’s a little unsettling, but I suppose needs must, it’ll work.” She grinned at the silliness of it, and gestured next to her, sitting up and crossing her legs under her. “Sit here, and I’ll show you. If you’re sure you want to learn?” Gale nodded, sat down next to her quite close, and looked attentive. Aurora began to part the hair down the middle, then braid it carefully, slowly, talking through each action that her fingers deftly made.

“I see…” he muttered, and Aurora didn’t have to pause her well-practised movements to glance over at him. Gale’s face was concentrating hard, a little wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as he watched. “A moment, if you will.” He held up a finger to pause her in her movements, before getting up, stepping over to his tent and returning with a stool. He placed it directly behind Aurora, who still sat on the ground, and sat down on it with her shoulders between his knees, leaning over her to follow her actions once more.

“If you would be so kind as to start again, I shall attempt to follow you.” He ran his fingers through her hair softly, parting it in the centre as neatly as he was able. The touch of Gale’s hand sent a little shiver down Aurora’s spine; it had been quite some time since anyone had made physical contact with her that wasn’t some form of violence in battle, and this felt… strange. Comforting and enjoyable, too, but strange. She tried to focus on the hair in front of her, and began slowly, deliberately braiding it.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down,” she murmured, concentrating hard on the braid in order to not think about the sensation of Gale’s fingers in her hair.

“Thank you. I think… Does that feel tight enough? It doesn’t look quite like yours, but I wouldn’t want to be too rough and risk giving you a headache…”

“It feels perfect, thank you” Aurora flushed a little as she spoke, and hoped that the warmth of the firelight might disguise the colour in her cheeks. Astarion was watching with narrowed eyes, and the hint of a smirk. Trust the vampire spawn to notice a little extra blood in her face. She gave him a look, somewhere between pleading and threatening, mouthing a single word “don’t.” Astarion looked far too pleased with himself, and Aurora was very grateful Gale was so intently focused on his task that he didn’t notice. Astarion slipped off quietly, still smirking, probably to gather the others and gossip. Well, let him gossip, Aurora thought. It’s nothing exciting, Gale’s just helping because I’m injured, there’s nothing worth talking about in it.

“Am I imagining things, or does your hair smell like… roses?” Gale paused a moment, holding the end of the first braid up to his face and breathing in the scent as he reached the end of it.

“Rose oil,” Aurora tilted her head slightly, “helps keep it in place, and soft, when I’m washing it in waterfalls and rivers and gods-knows what else.”

“Marvellous. I think that one’s done.” Gale wrapped the end in a band that Aurora handed to him, before continuing. “Now don’t show me for the second one, I’d like to try it myself. You just rest there, and I shall tell you if I need instruction.”

Aurora did as she was told, and with a wave of Gale’s hand the dummy disappeared again. Without Astarion looking on, she relaxed a little. The feeling of having her hair braided was so relaxing, so calming, she could easily have fallen asleep. Her head was tilting slightly to give Gale a better angle of the right side of her hair, and she was almost leaning her cheek against his knee. It did feel quite lovely: he was very gentle in his movements; it was very warm there in front of the fire; soon she found it hard to keep her eyes open. Aurora let out a little involuntary noise, an “mmm” of satisfaction as her head fell a little further and rested on his knee.

“You remind me of my tressym, Tara. She likes having her head scratched too, and often falls asleep in my lap” Gale said with a quiet chuckle, responding to the sound she had made.

“Sorry, it’s just… So soothing.” Aurora mumbled, in that lovely warm pink moment between waking and sleeping, too calm to feel embarrassed.

“Yes, Tara thinks so too, I suppose. I do miss her. Though your locks are rather more beautiful than her fur, not that I would ever admit that to her! I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a lovely shade before… Except maybe in a sunrise.”

“That’s why my parents named me Aurora…” Aurora was still mumbling sleepily, “I was born just before dawn with a little tuft of orange-red hair, and my father looked out at the sky and decided to name me after the dawn light.” She yawned, and without even realising she was doing it, let her face rest a little more solidly on Gale’s left knee, almost nuzzling against it. Gale smiled down at her, though she couldn’t see his face. He was quite enjoying himself, having also gone an awfully long time without the touch of another mortal. The warmth of her cheek against his knee had come as quite a pleasant surprise, and he found himself wanting to keep her there a little longer.

“How enchanting. Appropriately druidic. It suits you.” He had nearly finished the second braid, but she seemed so peaceful he didn’t really want to stop, so took his time over it. Aurora had been leading them for weeks, now, always the first into battle, always the first to step in and ease tensions between travelling companions. It must be difficult, having leadership thrust onto you when you least expected it, especially among all the other madness going on. Gale tied a band around the end of the second braid, but didn’t disturb her as she lay resting quietly on his knee, instead taking a moment to gently run a hand over each of the two braids which lay like a crown along her head. 

“Mmm… Finished?” She murmured, shaking herself awake, sitting up and using her left arm, the one that wasn’t aching, to run a hand over the braid on the left side. “Feels perfect! I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, Gale of Waterdeep is well known around this campfire for his mastery of whatever he puts his mind to.” She was teasing him, but she meant it too, he was quite extraordinary. She wondered if there was anything he didn’t know, or couldn’t learn.

“Well, it is hard to be humble with kind words like those!” Gale beamed at her, adding “it’s not quite as neat as when you do it, but I hope it’ll suffice until your shoulder is better.” He ran a hand over one of the braids again, as if checking his work, though really just for the pleasure of feeling her silken hair under his hand once more; Aurora’s own hand reached up and met his, as she turned around to look up at him.

“Thank you, Gale. I appreciate your kindness.” She smiled gratefully, and her eyes were glittering emeralds in the firelight. 

Gale felt his heart jump unexpectedly as he looked down into her eyes, and the skin of his hand where it met hers felt suddenly hot. He cleared his throat a little nervously, as Aurora gave his hand a little squeeze before releasing him, and moving to lie sideways by the fire, braids hanging down to the ground. Gale went back to cooking the stew, unable to keep his lips from curving into a smile. 

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Want a Drink?

Whump Rating: 0.5/5

Kara Kara Bazaar had a delightful new addition; an extension of the Noble Canteen. Most of the Chain were happy to settle in the inn or do a little shipping. Hyrule, though, pulled Wild aside. “Still have those vai clothes?”

The champion lights up. “What are you thinking?”

“Want to go check out the new bar?”

“Yes! Come on, I’ll help you get ready.”

A quick scrub and Hyrule is sliding into silks; smooth and airy against his skin. They don’t need to wear the face coverings here, so Wild dips into his store of makeup. Glitter eyeshadow highlights his eyes and he sweeps gloss across Hyrule’s lips. Then he takes over the mirror to do his own.

“Well? What do you think?” Wild spins to show off the outfit and makeup.

“Stunning!”

“You look like a catch yourself!”

Hyrule smiles at the compliment, but it’s a little tight. The feeling is forgotten as Wild loops his arm in his and pulls him to the door. They have a bar to visit.

The bar is packed with people. Wild and Hyrule squeeze up to the counter and order drinks. People bump up against them and to one side, hylians are dancing. There are a few Gerudo women as well and a couple are chatting with the men.

Drinks in hand, Hyrule and Wild find a clear space and a little table to stand by. It’s barely a minute before two people come up.

“Hi cuties! My friend and I were hoping we could buy you a drink?”

Hyrule looks at the drink in his hand, still full, then at the two hylians. A girl and a boy; both dressed for the desert heat, although not in vai clothes. The girl’s hair is braided and looped up; the boy’s pulled back in a ponytail. They look similar in age to Wild and Hyrule.

“I’m Oshi,” the girl introduces herself, “and this is my friend Koran.” The boy waves.

Wild’s grin is welcoming. “I’m Wild! This is my friend Hyrule—funny name, I know. But ah,” he glances sideways at the traveler. “I think my friend is good on drinks.”

Wait...what? Hyrule looks at his cup and then back to Wild. “I mean, I can have more than one drink.”

The champion’s smile is fading. “I can get you another drink if you want one. Or you can have mine.”

“Oshi and Koran offered?”

The two friends simply smile and wait, not minding the discussion.

Wild nods slowly. “Yes, but in this case I think it would be…rude.”

“I don’t mind buying Hyrule a drink,” Oshi offers. She bats her lashes; they sparkle in the dim light. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you are gorgeous. Look at your eyes!” she leans across the table, which pulls at her loose shirt.

Hyrule smiles back. “I love your hair braids. Can you tell me how you did them?”

Before Oshi can answer, Wild flashes them a blinding smile. “Give us just a moment, would you?”

“Of course.”

Hyrule glances back at the table as Wild pulls him a few feet away. “You need to stop it,” Wild hisses. “They’re not just being nice, they are flirting.”

“I know.” The traveler stares back, brows crinkling.

“You…do?”

Unbidden, annoyance surges. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am, Wild. I know what flirting is. I know what sex is, relationships, and everything else that goes along with it. Everyone acts like I’m—Wind, too young to hear about it. Just because I don’t want some of those things doesn’t mean I don’t know what they are!”

Wild steps back, hands up. “Woah, okay! I’m sorry! I just…didn’t want you to agree to something you didn’t understand.”

“I know. I know. But you never asked. You just assumed. I know my era isn’t like the rest of yours and there are not a lot of people around but…I like flirting with people. It’s fun. And it’s nice to feel wanted, you know? Even if I don’t want to do anything about it. Don’t you like feeling pretty, too?”

“Of course.” His face falls and he glances at the scars on his side and arm. The vai outfit hides little. “I get it. It’s nice to feel wanted.”

The annoyance vanishes and Hyrule steps closer, laying a hand on the champion’s arm. “I’m sorry I snapped. You were just trying to watch out for me.”

“I’m sorry I assumed. You never seemed interested in any of it before and…well, I guess I fell into the same trap as everyone else.” He still looks subdued.

“Really, Wild, it’s okay. Now, come on, I think we could both use some liquid encouragement to loosen up tonight.”

“Yeah.”

The traveler pauses and ducks slightly to look up at Wild. “Hey, what’s going on? Really?”

His face twists. “I just—I feel so bad for treating you like that. I should know better.”

“Why?”

“Because I…feel the same sometimes. Not always. But I get what you mean, about not wanting all the stuff that goes with being with someone. But sometimes I do want it and—anyway, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” Hyrule grabs Wild’s hand and squeezes it. Somehow, this has drawn up more feelings than he was expecting. “You can feel however you want, champ.”

When Wild looks up, tears are brimming at the edges of his eyes. “But when if something’s wrong with me? The shrine messed up and I’m—broken.”

“You are not broken.” The traveler grabs his other hand and gives him a little shake. “Listen to me, Wild, there is nothing wrong with you. I know that’s hard to accept but…everyone is different.

“It took a while for me to realize I didn’t want to settle down and get married, you know? Warriors likes boys. Time is so focused on Malon that I don’t think he realizes anyone else exists in the world. Legend and Ravio are…well, whatever they’ve got going on. We’re all different.”

“But—”

“No buts. You can want someone and change your mind. You don’t have to do anything more or less than you want to. Don’t let anything make you feel guilty for that.”

“I don’t want to lead them on.” Wild lets go to wipe at his eyes, nearly smearing his eyeshadow.

“You aren’t.” Hyrule pulls him in for a hug. “And if they don’t appreciate you as you are, then you probably don’t want anything to do with them.”

Wild squeezes and when he pulls back, his smile is a little stronger. “Thanks for the talk, Rulie.”

“Any time. Now let’s go see if those drinks are still on the table.”

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The Offering, Finan x Luna, Part 11

Warnings: Mature. Minors DNI. Sexual themes.

Summary: Finan and Luna are secretly wed in Winchester. Setting is Season 3, Ep 8.

Notes: This will be the second to last installment to this story. Let me know what you think... and if Finan and Luna's journey should go on in a second story! <3

Later that evening, Sigdeflaed assisted Luna in adorning her hair with flowers and had intricately woven them into the braids that pulled the crown of her hair away to frame her face, soft waves of dark hair with hints of auburn still draping past her shoulders. With the silver Finan had given her, Luna and Sig had found a beautiful chiffon and silk green dress with beautiful hems that hugged the curves of her body. She wore a petite Mjolnir  around her neck, and Sig glanced at the bindrune tattoos that twisted around her arms in between the many deep scars of battle that adorned her skin. As she continued helping Luna to dress, Sig noticed a small curve of her lower belly, which caught her curiosity. Luna wasn’t far along, but showed fairly prominently already at the center of her womb.

Sig had witnessed Finan and Luna together only for the last several days, not knowing much detail of their true connection. As far as Sig knew, Finan was a kind man, but she didn’t trust men very easily due to past experiences. “Is this what you really want?” She asked as she gazed at Luna’s belly.

“Yes, very much. He is… so ravishing and such a good man.” Luna responded with a smile, not revealing too much as she had only just met Sigdeflaed and still felt guarded. Sig wanted to address Luna’s belly but decided against it. 

Sihtric and Osferth joined Finan as he got ready for the ceremony, witnessing Finan stumble and fidget to adorn himself with his best clothing and armor. The men chuckled at his clumsiness.

“Calm yourself,” Sihtric chuckled as he stood to help Finan with the laces of his leather armor.

Finan chuckled back, shaking his head and laughing at himself for a moment. He was nervous, but happily so. He took a deep breath as he stood and Sihtric helped him.

“I must get Luna back to Coccham soon, the air here is poisoned,” Finan said to the men.

“And you believe she will let you part from her? How well did that work last time?” Sihtric chuckled.

“Aye, but.. it is different now.” Finan replied with his thick accent.

“Finan, you are a fool to think that she will bend to your will and become a simple wife, as a Saxon would.” Sihtric said sternly.

Finan sighed. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“What then?” Sihtric asked, still fumbling with laces.

 “She…carries my child now.” He muttered as he continued dressing.

Sihtric gasped and looked to Osferth with wide eyes, then met Finan’s gaze.

“Finan.. what?! WHAT?!” Sihtric rang out, more loudly than he usually beckoned, grinning and grabbing Finan’s shoulders to shake him as they all laughed.

“Again, I never thought I would see the day.” Osferth said with a smile as Sihtric and him both embraced Finan.

“I will bring her wherever I can, but there will come a day... as you know,” Finan chuckled.

“Yes,” Sihtric said, still chuckling, “Understood!”

Finan and Luna were guided to join Pyrlig in the church garden to conduct the ceremony. 

Blessed Jesus, how is this real? Finan thought as they were reunited, shaking his head at how beautiful she looked.

They were brought together to face one another and Pyrlig stood beside them. Luna was confident and steadfast, smiling with her eyes as she looked at Finan. In contrast, Finan was outwardly emotional but contained it the best he could with a soft smile and slightly watery eyes. Sihtric, Sig, and Osferth stood to the side and bore witness.

Pyrlig placed Finan and Luna’s hands atop of each other’s as he bound them with cord and spoke.

“…One may be overpowered. Two, can defend themselves. A cord of three… is not so quickly broken. Now that you are bound together…Finan and Luna, I can declare you man and wife.”

Finan’s gaze was soft and he grinned at Pyrlig’s last statement. As Luna looked into his deep brown eyes, a shudder came down her arms with goosebumps as a strange, familiar feeling came across her body. It was the same feeling she had when she saw him on the battlefield the day that they had met. She cupped his face in her hands, bestowing a kiss, their first as husband and wife. As they pulled away from their kiss, Finan’s peripheral caught movement in the distance and he glanced up to see Uhtred watching them from a balcony above, a grin on his face.

“Oh, God,” Finan whispered as he looked down and back at Luna, wiping the tears that had finally escaped his eyes at the sight of Uhtred. Finan looked at the scene around him in disbelief, baffled that he had even survived for this long and been granted this moment. The small group had come closer cheerily with congratulatory embraces. Finan brought Luna’s hand up to kiss the ring he had given her.

“I have never seen a happier sight,” Uhtred said as he startled them, walking closer to Finan. 

 “Did you think I would not be here for this moment, brother?” Uhtred said with a smile and watery eyes, his hand on Finan’s shoulder.

Finan laughed as he embraced Uhtred, tears in his eyes that he tried to shrug off. Uhtred grabbed the side of Finan’s face with one hand as he grinned, then pulled Finan closer for another embrace.

“Lady!” Uhtred beckoned as he pulled away from Finan to pull Luna in for an embrace as well.

“You must know, that this man is the strongest I’ve ever met,” Uhtred told her as he held onto her from the side. “Loyal and worthy of all that is granted to him.”

Luna grinned at Finan and put her head on Uhtred’s shoulder as they looked at Finan smiling back at them, still trying to stand strong despite a few tears here and there. On the inside, he felt vulnerable, as he had never quite felt such happiness.

“Come! We feast!” Pyrlig announced happily as he guided everyone back inside the church. 

Plenty of ale and feasting ensued as the group celebrated, eventually with Beocca and Thyra joining them. Every person gave Finan and Luna their own form of advice or encouragement for the future ahead. Finan was the storyteller per usual, coaxing laughs from everyone around them.

As the night grew long and everyone had their fill of ale, everyone dispersed back to the Inn at a late hour. Sihtric and Sig practically carried Osferth back while Uhtred followed Beocca and Thyra back to their home to remain discreet and hidden for the time being.

Finan and Luna walked hand in hand down the quiet street, taking in the brisk night air and sharing smiles at each other that didn’t fade.

“What do ya think, lady? Can you put up with the likes of me?” Finan joked at her as he grabbed her waist from the side and pulled her close as they walked.

“Oh, surely I will find a way!” She teased.

“How are ya feelin’?” Finan asked as he grazed the back of his hand along her stomach.

“Fine, Lord. Nothing different…except a fire that stirs within me, perhaps stronger than before.” Luna responded with a wink. 

“Mmm… well your husband can oblige ya, I’m sure,” he growled in his deep brogue.

Finan guided her by the hand up to their room at the Inn, Luna feeling nervous excitement as he shut the door and glared at her with those eyes and a smirk on his lips. She was comfortable with him after all the time they had spent together, but his lovemaking was always unpredictably arousing. He loved to see her flustered, and she liked the way he took control of her.

He gestured behind her quickly, not giving Luna time to form a second thought. He slid his fingers along her collarbones and underneath the straps of her dress before pulling it down slowly over her breasts as she felt his warm breath on her neck, kissing below her ear. He moved his hands to her breasts, palming them firmly as he groaned.

“I love how you give yourself to me,” he whispered. “And now, you are surely all mine, hm?”

“Y-yes, I am, Lord.” She sighed as she closed her eyes, bending her head back to rest against him as he rolled her nipples in his fingers.

“Hm,” he chuckled as he slid her dress down to the floor. “You look so ravishing for me tonight… Mo bhean álainn.”

“Thank you, Lord,” Luna answered with a pant as he brought his hand down to stroke at her entrance, bringing her wetness from his fingers to her clit, rubbing slow firm circles around it for several moments as he listened for her whimpers.

“On the bed,” he commanded lightly as he pulled away from her to undress his armor. Luna turned around to look at him, catching the deep desire in his eyes before she palmed at his hard growing cock in his trousers. 

“You first,” she said, holding his eye contact as she pulled his tunic off for him. Finan smirked and obliged her command, laying down on the bed with just trousers, smiling at her as she gazed at his impressive physique.

He bridged his hips from the bed to pull the trousers off as she crawled towards him, running her hands up his firm thighs and kissing his lower abs, not bringing her lips to his cock just yet. Finan sighed and relaxed into the bed beneath him, putting his arms up and hands behind his head as he closed his eyes.

After teasing him for several moments, she grabbed his shaft firmly and placed a wide lick up his entire length, wrapping her lips around the head to suck as her tongue teased the underside of his cock. The motion made Finan’s hips give a slight jerk as he moaned with an exhale. She came up and down his cock with her mouth and paused when her nose came close to his groin, taking him into her throat, listening as his moans grew deeper.

“Oh dear God...” he panted as she continued the motions that set him off, Finan gently thrusting his hips up to bring his cock deeper.

Luna released her mouth from him to speak.

“I want you to come for me, like this... our night is young.” She whispered at him with a smirk. Finan caught her eye contact and nodded with a pleasured sigh as she stroked him with her hand, then brought him back into her mouth. She continued to suck his length up and down with depth going into her throat, and grabbed Finan’s hips to gesture him to thrust up into her quicker. He obliged her gesture as he rolled his hips up, stuttering a bit as she felt him grow harder. 

“Oh God, yes, that’s it… Luna, ahh,” he groaned as he held her hair in his hands, his cock twitching in her mouth with a strong orgasm as he came, his hips faltering and shaking as his head bowed back.

“Mmm,” Luna hummed as she came up after swallowing him, watching his sculpted torso rise and fall as Finan caught his breath. After he recovered, he sat up in bed quickly.

“Oh, lady…I’m going to ravage you.” he said in his deep accent as he grabbed her ankles, pulling her into position to lie down as she yelped excitedly. He locked his arms around her thighs to pull her closer to him as he knelt down to her core, seeing her glistening folds and running his fingers over them.

“You’re so wet for me darling,” he groaned as he slowly thrusted two fingers inside, curling them along the sensitive bundle at the front wall of her core. Luna moaned instantly as she realized how sensitive she was that night, rolling her hips along with his fingers.

“Your turn,” he said with raised eyebrows in a teasing voice, increasing the pressure and pace of his fingers relentlessly, circling her clit with the fingers of his other hand.

Luna bent her head back as he continued his ministrations for several moments, her moans increasing and breaths becoming ragged.

“Come on love, that’s it… let go for me…” he groaned as her legs began to shake, a loud moan escaping her mouth as she gripped the furs of the bed. The most intense orgasm she had ever experienced erupted around her strongly as she completely soaked his hand.

“Ah, that was a good one…” Finan said with a grin as he slowed the curling of his fingers, feeling her aftershocks and guiding her down from them. He released his fingers slowly and came up to devour her mouth in a searing kiss as she panted, unresponsive for the moment as she came down from her pleasured bliss.

He pulled away from their kiss and she opened her eyes, showing him a big smile as she continued to catch her breath. 

Finan threw her legs over his shoulders and took a minute to worship her body as he gazed down at her, running his rough hands along her hips and torso. Luna giggled, and it made Finan blush for a moment.

Finan smirked at her and lined up with her entrance, slowly thrusting in, his mouth dropping open slightly and head dipping back as he felt her wet tightness grip him.

Luna’s mouth fell open with an “Oh,” as his thickness stretched her core much better than his fingers, Finan sinking himself down slowly and then to the deepest before pulling back as he groaned.

“Please love…” she whimpered as he began to move, picking up the pace with his long strokes brushing against the spot that made her feel like she was coming apart.

“Christ,” he muttered as he closed his eyes, coming down onto his elbows atop of her so he could capture her mouth with his. He pulled away from the kiss to grab her hair, pulling her attention to him.

“Keep your eyes on me… I want you to come apart one more time on my cock, yes?” 

“Yes, lord, please…” Luna whimpered.

Finan kept his strong pace without falter, gripping her hips to angle her to hit that perfect spot. He brought his fingers to her clit, circling gently, eager for her to submit to him.

“Come on, that’s my girl...” he coaxed her as Luna’s breathing quickened, curling her toes over his shoulders as her legs seized up, gripping his cock with her walls. She let out a lewd moan as she drenched his cock, Finan’s thrusts becoming more difficult at the resistance of her grip on him. He fell straight over into bliss as she came apart for him.

“Oh my god…” he whispered as he collapsed on top of her, nuzzling her nose and bringing his head down to kiss her neck and chest over and over. They both sighed as Finan brought his head to rest on her chest, still catching his breath as she ran her fingers through this hair. 

“I love you…” Finan whispered as he nuzzled her.

In the early hours of the morning, Finan suffered a night terror. Luna was startled awake by a scream.

“No!!!!” Finan screamed, still asleep as he struggled. Luna quickly rolled over to him.

“Finan,” Luna whispered, trying to shake him awake gently, “it was a nightmare, you are okay, I’m here my love, I’m here...”

Finan’s heart beat erratically in his chest as his panicked breathing started to come back to normal, grabbing Luna’s hand firmly as he sat up against the headboard. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to slow his breathing.

“Sweet Jesus, God help me…” Finan whispered, his hands shaking.

“What was it, Lord? Battle?” Luna asked.

“No… Fire.” He whispered.

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Can you ask for something NSFW from 'Wolf Child'? In the scene, Thor invited the Vanir girl to a party in Valhalla a few days, and she agreed to go. But she would take a pair of her wolves. Thor and the Vanir woman are already in a relationship, but no one knew about it so many were surprised, especially Loki, Aphrodite and some of the Valkyries (Loki and Aphrodite just want to gossip). Odin already knew it before his son confessed it to him. (Forseti is in a corner having a mental breakdown not knowing this from his greatest hero) At first everything was calm, the Vanir is happy living with gods as with human participants in Ragnarok. Her (she beat Raiden in a wrestling match, and told how she had to tire the millennial deer in a race since she had no weapons and needed the animal alive) But Thor began to see the undignified looks of the lesser gods, while y/n began to notice the not-so-disguised whispers of the various female deities criticizing their braided hair or their beads in their hair and woven string necklaces, or his muted-toned clothes that he wears to hunt in Vanaheim. Y/N tries to ignore him but his instincts tell him to back off, and he does. Thor then goes to her and tries to calm her down, but she tells him that Odin's son should be with someone less wild. So Thor decides it's better to show her how she makes him so happy to be by her side, as well as leaving other men a warning. It should be said that she and/or she is a virgin since helping her father with the hunt does not leave much time for such things.

Hello dear Anon, I apologize that this request isn't spicy like you requested. It didn't flow for me in the way that some of my other spicy works have. I do hope that you like what I have written.

-The gossip that went around Valhalla was like an unstoppable tidal wave when you walked in, holding Thor’s arm to the Summer Solstice Ball held in the Norse pantheon.

-Everyone was gawking except for Odin, who knew of and approved of the relationship as Odin knew that you were a powerful warrior as well as an honorable maiden, as he had seen you honor your father before you came to the ball with Thor, leaving mead at his grave.

-You were flanked by two wolves, your largest, the parents of the other wolves that you called your pack, your family.

-Forseti and Loki were both gawking, seeing you with Thor, they had no idea that he was courting you, beside themselves in anguish; Forseti because he didn’t know this about his Lord Thor, and Loki because he could have been teasing the thunder god for who knows how long!!

-You were welcomed warmly by the humans who were in attendance, Lu Bu and Raiden could both easily tell that you were strong, despite being a petite little maiden and Thor could only stare with pride and amusement as you had easily taken down Raiden in a wrestling match, making it look easy.

-Odin himself spoke with you, shocking many who had not seen you as worthy to be here, seeing you only as a forest woman.

-Odin inquired about how you had caught the deer you brought to him, the deer still alive, now living peacefully and in luxury in Valhalla.

-You told your tale, approaching the creature with no weapons, your wolves remaining back, challenging it to a race and that if you won, it would go with you quietly and it had won, it would have made its own request of you.

-Odin and many others were impressed with your skills, as you had proven yourself by bringing the deer to Odin.

-Thor was relaxed, seeing you speaking with his father, the two of you conversing warmly, but he began to see other goddesses looking over at you with cruel eyes, whispering behind their hands.

-He wandered around, listening closely to these catty gods, speaking of your leathers, as you were wearing browns and greens, colors that helped you move through the forest you called home, the beads and braids in your hair, symbols of pride that you have earned over the years, the scars on your arms and a few on your face, trophies that someone else, warrior or creature, had earned, and the one that made his blood boil, that you didn’t deserve to be with Thor.

-The mug in his hand immediately shattered and eyes quickly turned, seeing Thor there, staring down at them in fury, instantly shutting up.

-Aphrodite couldn’t help but coo, thinking his reaction was cute, seeing him so angry about those speaking poorly about you.

-You had looked over and your eyes fell only slightly, as you had been hearing the cruel words for most of the night, as your hearing was very sharp, having grown up in the dense forest, you honed your senses.

-You felt embarrassed that Thor had heard their words as well and got angry over it.

-Odin left to speak with Zeus and you stood, your wolves perking up and they were quickly by your side so you could slip away.

-Despite being happy to be at this party with Thor, as you had been enjoying yourself, you felt a bit uneasy, being around so many people at once, people with poisoned tongues.

-You didn’t get far, slipping out a side door, “Y/N?” you turned, seeing Thor coming after you, he saw your shoulders relax but you didn’t meet his eyes, looking almost hesitant as he approached.

-He said nothing, grabbing you by your hips and threw you over his shoulder, a small yelp leaving you before he looked at your wolves, their tails wagging, “Go back and enjoy the party. We’re going to be busy.” They trotted off, leaving the two of you alone before he turned and headed down the hall, heading to his private quarters.

-You propped yourself up on his shoulders, “Thor, put me down.” He refused, giving your ass a firm swat when you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, “You’re not leaving, Y/N. We have something to discuss.”

-His words confused you, only slightly as he opened the door to his private quarters, locking it shut behind him before he threw you onto his bed.

-He was quick to kneel before the bed as you sat up, looking up at you as you moved to your knees, “Y/N, I-” you cut him off, your confidence gone as you felt a bit ashamed, “Are you okay… okay with someone like me?”

-He frowned, hearing your words before he reached up, brushing your hair out of your face, “There’s no one else I would want by my side, Y/N. You are everything to me.”

-Your eyes were wide at his words, his hand moving to cup your cheek gently, as you softened, your hand coming to hold his hand to your cheek, turning your head to peck his palm softly.

-Thor then stood, looming over you, a fire in his eyes, “I need to prove to all those who doubted you that you do belong with me.”

-He couldn’t help the smile as your whole head seemed to flush, starting from your neck, rising up to the top of your head, steam coming from it before he was quick to descend upon you.

-Thor carried you back to the party two hours later, as your legs were too shaky to walk, making him feel like a peacock.

-Aphrodite and Loki were holding their cheeks, gushing as they saw the kiss marks covering your neck and chest that wasn’t covered by your dress, similar marks on Thor as well.

-People burned with jealousy at the both of you, seeing the remnants of your passion.

-Odin rolled his one eye, knowing what Thor had done as you fetched your wolves and the two of you decided to return to your home for more privacy for certain activities.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor

[astrhae]

kanej and 20 for the kiss prompt 😌

20. on a scar.

enjoy this deleted scene from the kaz character study i'm writing :)

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Winter rolled over and The Wraith sat in the harbor, sails waiting to be stitched up. Kaz tossed Inej’s last letter into the fire: he didn’t have any need for it when he could recite it word for word, and any proof of sentiment was always a paved path to downfall in the Barrel.

“I see you missed me,” Inej laughed, watching the paper curl as it turned to ash – its last attempt at surviving the fire.

“The Van Verents lost two ships at sea last month,” Kaz replied. He watched her perch on a stack of wooden crates beside the fire – filled with weevils that he’d coaxed Wylan into making. “And Boreg’s business hasn’t recovered since he lost his cargo ship.”

She flicked her hair behind her shoulders. It was untied, but still carried the waves from her braids: marks that were never quite lost.

“I’m not here to talk business, Kaz,” she chided.

He dared to take a step closer, his gloved hand braced against the back of his chair. “Everything is business,” he said, because it was.

And if his gaze lingered on the corner of her eyes, then it was nobody’s damned business but his own. His thumb tapped a counting rhythm on the chair’s polished wood. This office in The Silver Six was the same as when Inej was last here, the DeKappel hanging above the fireplace.

Inej put her hairpin down on the crate beside her. A nightingale, its tail a needle meant to cut. “My parents say they miss you – they’ve invited you again to Ravka.”

Kaz watched the slump of her back. He had little modesty left with her, and he’d learned to see her well enough to know where her hurts were. The scar on her wrist was something more widely known, but there was one on her navel from falling off a high wire when she was eight, another on her ankle from when he’d trained her to slip across the roofs, a nick on her knuckle from when she’d first learned to spin her knives.

Sankt Petyr, he knew all their names as he knew all her shadows. As he knew all the scars she left, down to the bone, across ledgers and legacies and loyalties: in a year, Boreg would be out of business entirely, and Inej would still be Queen of the True Sea. But Kaz watched the fire flicker, changing the shape of the dark, changing the way her edges curled into themselves.

“You’re hurt,” Kaz concluded.

“It’s almost healed,” Inej shrugged, then winced. “A swordfight, two weeks ago.”

That had been a gift from Jesper: a rapier sleek enough for her to spin with. Sankta Maradi, named after the patron saint who started the Zemeni tradition of choosing family names. Brekker. Rietveld. Ghafa. Hendriks. Kaz had chosen for himself a name that tied him to no one: he had no mother to welcome him back home. Only the harbor, only the ship sitting on the horizon.

“We have a new Healer on the staff,” Kaz offered. Inej knew the girl: she had rescued them, a pair of sisters from Lij. One a Healer, the other an Alkemi.

“No,” Inej slipped her jacket off, leaving behind a thin shirt – one of its sleeves had been cut off to make way for a linen bandage wrapped around her shoulder. “I just had it changed.”

Still, Kaz stepped closer, until there was nothing left for him to brace himself on except her. He forced himself to stand upright, resting his weight on his good leg, his hands curled at his sides. Whoever had wrapped the bandage on her had done their job well, but Kaz held back a breath. There was the edge of an old scar trailing out from under the clean white – from that time she’d fallen off the sugar silos – and Inej was close. Unbearably close, after so many months away, after so many months without touch.

The sea salt was still tangled in her hair, a sharp scent that did little to help with his ghosts. But Inej was seated high enough on the crates that her shoulder reached Kaz’s eyes. A girl on a pedestal, a mockery of all the steps Kaz couldn’t climb. She sat there as he watched her: a witness, a shadow. Testament and testimony, made holy through all the lies they’d told. Through all the lies they’d told for each other.

He watched the last light of the setting sun outside hit her. More golden than any kruge he’d ever held, her dark hair turned almost auburn. And yet, the magic wasn’t in the light. He shuffled one step forward, his hands still curled into fists around his gloves, around his weakness. Greed is your god, Inej had once accused him, and it might well be, now, his greed for a little bit more of her towering over his own demons. Greed is your god, but Kaz had only once come close to worship.

The magic wasn’t in the light. The trick was in stopping the light. In making enough shadows to keep a secret, to hold a confession. In stopping the light, and telling it where to look. And allowing it to take no more.

He watched the last light of the setting sun break as it hit Inej, and he leaned forward – one last angle to crack the lock, as gentle as rusted metal required it – his eyes wide open. He couldn’t touch her skin just yet, but he knew well enough how to steal something, and he stole a little spite from himself. Kaz stood in front of Inej, and he let his lips brush over the rough cloth of the bandage.

A kiss. As much of a confession as he could make today.

When he stepped back, he found Inej smiling. Soft, with all the kindness the world never had for either of them. With all the kindness she had never let Kaz steal from her: the magic wasn’t in the light. It never was, for Kaz. It never was, for her. There were no bright colors that came with the kiss, no golden light to name fate or faith. There was only Inej’s smile.

There was only his own smile.

#asks #darjeelinh #six of crows #kanej #prompts #fic: stock market derivatives #full fic will be coming soon #i cheated a little in this prompt but i hope you like it anyway aksdkdsf

[the-fiction-witch]

The Scar's Of Old Magic

Media Game Of Thrones (Future of Series)

Character Jojen Reed (Age Up)

Couple Jojen X Reader

Rating Sad

Concept The Future...

"Afternoon y/n," Meera smiled as she arrived home to Greywater Watch, a bag of mushrooms and fish in hand 

"Afternoon, A successful outing I see." I nodded as I stood above the wooden table working away on a mushroom pie. 

"When isn't it, Got to keep an eye on the eastern way through snow banks as high as huts" she explained throwing her bag down to begin sorting her spoils

"I'll make sure to send some of the boys to deal with it,"  

"Any news?" 

"No, not as of yet," I answered even if I had to force a hollow smile 

"Little twirp!" 

"I understand, he's a busy boy." I told her "One would just hope he's not too busy, to write back his own mother" I snapped stabbing the roof of my pie with a fork a good few times 

"You remember what it was like"

"I always found the time to write though."

"True, I'm sure It'll be here a day or two more," she says 

"Lady Reed!" A voice came as the kitchen door opened revealing the usual man

"Yes, Lord Boggs?" 

"A raven has arrived my lady, from kings landing" he says handing me the message still sealed of course 

"Thank you my lord" I nodded and he headed off back to the watch tower

"Who's it from?" Meera asked 

I looked and couldn't hold back my smile "Speak of the devil" 

"read it to him" she says and for a moment I stopped short 

"I don't want to worry him" 

"Y/n, read it to him. It'll be good for him"

"You're right" I nodded set my pie into the fire and gathered my things "Mind it for me will you?"

"Of course," she nods 

I headed out the kitchen message in hand fiddling with the parchment between my fingers as I made my way through Greywater, surrounded by the damp wood and grey-green. I was nervous as always as I headed to the familiar chamber until I found the door. The wooden door before me and I wasn't sure I was brave enough to pass through it. I put the letter in my pocket and adjusted my thick green dress running my hand across the black fur on my dress, and fixing my long braided hair for a moment before I held my breath and headed inside. The room large with many items had since been removed leaving it fairly bare with our bed in the corner, the sofa to the side and papers scattered across the floor. Jojen stood close to the wall ink covering his hands as he drew over the walls, ink across his clothes muttering things to himself. 

"Ohh Jojen!" I quickly rushed over "What on earth are you doing!"

"T-he messages-" He muttered continuing to draw 

"Jojen it's alright," I began trying to stop him but he pushed me away and continued 

"I have to write the messages, all the things, all the bees are shouting" he explained

"Jojen!" I yelled grabbing his arms and forcing him to stop the moment I did he froze up "It's me, It's just me. It's y/n"

he looked me up and down for a moment I wasn't sure if he even recognized me "Y/n?" He asks

"Yes darling"

"Oh... Hello" He waved 

"Hello, Jojen." I giggled "Come on now let's get you back to bed" 

He nodded and slowly and carefully I led him back to bed where we both sat "There's a lot of busy bees in my brain" he said 

"Ohh dear, well better let them out then" I smiled getting some water to clean the ink from his hands noticing the marks and scars across his skin "What were you drawing?" I asked trying to keep his attention 

"I-I.... I don't remember" He said his body starting to shake so I quickly pulled him close letting his head rest on my shoulder wrapping my arms around him and petting his soft hair. I cradled him much like a baby hoping to ease his fears and confusion "Y/n?" He spoke up 

"Yes, darling?" I asked gently 

He nuzzled closer to me "I can't wait to marry you" He whispered 

For a moment my heart broke but I smiled "We are married jojen" I whispered back

"Oh,"

"Do you... remember us getting married?"

"... I ... I can. I think" He nods "By the sea... wasn't it?"

"It was jojen yes."

"And... and it was raining?"

"That's right darling" I cooed 

"And... And we danced until the sun came up"

"No, No jojen That was Brantten's wedding" 

"Ohh brantten. It's time he was in bed"

"no, jojen Brantten isn't here"

"He'll be out in the sand again then, I'll get him-" he began trying to get out of bed 

"Jojen, Brantten isn't here. He's in Kings Landing remember? With Elisa" 

"But I- But I read him a story last night" 

"I'm so sorry darling, You haven't read Brantten a story in years," I told him "He's in Kings Landing remember, as the Master of Whispers for Bran. We visited him for his and Elisa's wedding not a year past"

"Oh... I I thought-"

"It's alright, it's okay," I told him kissing his head "Speaking of Brantten he sent us a letter today" 

"Such a silly boy, he sent us a letter last week" 

I did my best to stay on track even if it was hard "Would you like me to read it to you?"

"That would be very nice" he smiled 

So I broke the letter's seal and opened it up seeing Brantten's handwriting inside

"Dear Mother and Father, forgive me for my writing time things have been awfully busy here of late. I must say this winter weather is ruining us all. His Highness says hello as always and wishes you both well, I was thrilled to hear the news about my siblings and you must send them our wishes too. We had hoped to visit soon but this snow seemed to have prevented us from that and I worry for Elisa as she has never been one for traveling as you know. But That brings me nicely onto the news with which I have taken quill to parchment to tell you, It is true and without any doubt, Elisa is with child maesters say in summer our son will arrive. You are to be grandparents! We promise to plan a visit soon, Love to all.' 

"Well isn't that nice news" I smiled "Our little ones are going to have their own little ones" 

"That's very nice" He nodded 

but I could tell he was close to drifting so I gently laid him in bed and tucked the covers around him 

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Jojen?"

"Am I mad?"

I forced a smile "Perhaps. But all the most wonderful people are" I smiled kissing his cheek "You get some rest my darling" 

I sat and watched him drift away to sleep doing my best to comfort him, I loved Jojen beyond any doubt but it was getting and harder and harder to love the man he had become as so little of the man I fell in love with remains. 

I met Jojen when I was still a young girl, brought in as a maid to the keep at Kings Landing as it was being rebuilt under the watchful eye of the three-eyed raven or Bran the broken our newest king. No one pays much attention to maids so I merely scampered around doing my job without much worry, I met jojen not long after as he was Bran's master of whispers I often cleaned his room and changed his bedding so I saw him in passing but it was a good while before we spoke. it was so simple just a request to leave his bed unmade and we chatted about my work, about the business of the day, we ended up sitting on his bed talking until sunset. We saw each other much more after that often visiting his chambers or the library it wasn't long before I noticed strange things about him, his visions, the green sight made his life difficult as the visions came at random times without warning. But I learnt the tricks to help him it became that I was who they called if issues came. So much so as we grew closer it became an unspoken rule that I was not to leave his side a rule neither of us minded as our love bloomed through the cold days and nights. It became that I moved into his chamber and followed his side always we began to kiss and hold hands whenever possible and even made love in his chamber on dark nights. 

We were married beside the sea in the icy rain a moment I can never forget. But our honeymoon was marked with sadness, Jojen's father Howland Reed was too ill to make the trip to be at our wedding and only days later we knew why, as his sickness claimed him. He came to Greywater of course and stayed as long as we could until Bran called us back leaving Meera as lady of Greywater. But not long after we returned it became clear I was pregnant with our first child. We were so happy jojen barely let me leave his arms until marked by a dark snowstorm Brantten made his entrance into the world our first son, A Reed forever and always, an Heir to Greywater and their home. It was not long after Brantten's birth I noticed Jojen begin to suffer his visions taking so much more of a tole at the time I thought it stress with a new baby but the visions were slowly turning his mind, I did my best, but by the time I truly knew how bad it was it was far too late. He was still sweet, still as lovely as ever but at times you could tell he was struggling to keep things straight, And Then I found out I was pregnant again. Our daughter Astriya was born and for a while, he seemed to be better with the joy and hope he had when he played with our little girl, desperate to make sure every moment of her life would be etched in stone in his mind... 

Until she was gone. 

She had always been clumsy she had gone up one of the towers to better see the views but tripped on the way and tumbled down the tower stairs when she finally reached the end of the stairs the force of her fall knocked a light from its half-broken mount. When the guards found her, her little body was so broken and burnt that only her silver bracelet truly proved it was Astriya. 

Of course, it broke us all but jojen could barely cope with the loss of our little girl, and his sickness only worsened. 

It became clear Jojen could no longer do his job as his mind was becoming far too weak. I couldn't leave his arm not even to care for Brantten. He became madder and more lucid, and we had to keep guards outside our chambers to stop him from getting up and wandering off in the night, as often we had found him merely walking the halls or even out into the city fearing himself lost and trying to find... well who knows really. 

Part of me thinks he was often looking for Astriya, As I would hear him calling for her across the cold halls confused as to why she wouldn't answer him. 

It became clear we couldn't stay, it was becoming too dangerous, Bran sent us away to Greywater but with the promise, if ever we needed anything to merely send a word it would be supplied. Jojen took up the name of Lord of Greywater but Meera and I truly did the work as his mind slipped further and further away, Brantten left Greywater a good few years ago to return to Kings Landing where he took up Master of Whispers like this father even marrying a sweet girl he met there. When we traveled to his wedding it became clear just how far Jojen's mind had gone, the true Tole of his visions and the stain of old magic. He barely remembered Brantten at all, the place he and I had met, fallen in love, married and raised our children was like a new place to him unable to remember even the smallest things. 

But he had moments of clarity if rare, and I cherished those moments as for a brief second I could see my husband. 

I found out not long after we returned that I was once again pregnant but for this pregnancy, I was alone, as Jojen lost all track of time losing himself in fear claiming wild futures many of which had already happened his grip on his sanity was utterly failing. 

Until Our son Orion was born, as soon as he held his son his mind somewhat returned he still had rough nights but there was at least something. Orion is now nine and serves as a ward in the keep of Winterfell, an arrangement set up by Bran of course. And as soon as Orion left Jojen's mind went with it leaving us as we are now. 

I still love Jojen and I always will but it was getting harder and harder to see him like this the once cocky, charismatic man full of secrets and whispers of the old magic was left now as a frightened, lost, scared man unable to recall events or their order in time the scars of old magic run deep in Jojen and these scars will never fade. 

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[justmightyshadows]

Jaheira Confesses BG3 Fic Feb Day 3

This is my day 3 (I am not even trying to keep up). You can see the prompts here. This is #21 SFW . This is part one and part two is here.

This one is RATED T

I would say SFW but they're in a bath so you'll be filling in some blanks.

Thiramen - love(elvish)

The bath water was hot, steam whipped off the surface into the cold air of the night as you had the windows open to let in the sweet smell of fresh air along with a gentle breeze. You slide down until reaches just under your chin and lean back to wet the top of your scalp and hair. There is a stillness where the water surrounds your ears and leaves you floating almost inside its warm embrace. Jaheira approached you quietly, shedding her clothes and lowering herself opposite you. The small waves cause you to open your eyes and investigate.

You take in the woman before you - her silvery hair uncharacteristically without braids, her body is scarred and worn from battle as she sits with her arms atop the edge of the bath staring at you. “I thought you had already gone to bed, veluthe* (beautiful-elvish)” You say throwing out a compliment you are sure will get under her skin but instead of shooting you down she smiles “I would not be able to rest until I saw you. Not after the battle today.” You had just returned from saving Minsc. Jaheira had shed tears of relief once he was safe in camp but pushed you away once you had tried to comfort her. You had made your way to the bath and she, you figured, was fast asleep.

“A great day, why does the battle leave you so unsure as to stay awake?” You wonder if she is ready to talk about all of this, moving forward like this could cause her to become upset but there really isn’t much else to talk about. “Let me braid your hair for the night, come here.” She changes the subject so abruptly it takes you by surprise but soon you are swishing backwards towards her. You come to rest against her thighs as she kneels to get to the top of your hair. She takes her time cleaning, combing and braiding the long locks into a single braid that she rests gently on your shoulder. “I owe you thanks - for saving Minsc, for listening to a mad woman like me and for standing up to the Emperor. None of it was easy, or wise but I am grateful nonetheless.” She presses against you and leaves a kiss against your exposed shoulders the skin rising in goosebumps as she releases. “Are you getting soft on me High Harper?” You say leaning back to catch her face throw back for a full laugh. “I am trying to be serious for once and this is how you repay me. Next time I’ll let the deed go without thanks. Duly noted.” She sighs as you turn around. “You’re welcome, Jaheira. You know that I think you were worth all of the headaches.” You respond sensing her frustration. She stares at you - before she speaks again. “It is more than that, I do not say this lightly. We have more than just a friendly bond, it is something I have not felt in a long time.” Her arms wrap around your neck pulling you close and into the water, warming you. “Tell me now if you do not feel the same but I believe you do. We have shared a bed, a blade and now a journey. I want you by my side whatever comes next, I don’t want the regret of waiting for the right time, whatever that means.” She leans in without waiting for your reply pressing her lips against yours and gently biting against your bottom lip, when she releases you whimper slightly and place your hands around her gently. “Is this is your way of saying you love me?”

She glares and pulls you forward by the hips - splashing water over the sides of the bath “If I have to spell it out for you then yes - I love you.” Her eyes are fierce and expectant “I love you too Jaheira” you respond. She stands - the water sliding down her body as she exits the bath.

“Good, I would look rather foolish if you had said no. Now come, we can pour affection on each other in the bed. I’m getting even more wrinkles sitting in the bath for so long.” She towels off in front of you, slowly caressing each spot before she heads into the bedroom without looking back at you.

Pt 2 will be NSFW Prompt #10 ;)

#bg3 jaheira #bg3 posting #bg3 #bg3ficfeb #bg3 reader #bg3 tav #love #love confessions #ao3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction

[roetrolls]

House Visit

You hear the clamor outside your door before Teddy even begins growling at it, a delayed reaction from your lusus that is more than a little unusual.

Her head swings towards the entrance, and you wipe your hands on your skirt before stepping around the kitchen counter to approach it, footsteps wary and cautious.

There’s a thud against the wood, not the rapping of knuckles, but a dull stomp that rattles the thing in its frame. Teddy’s lip pulls back into a snarl, and a wave of confusion and fear washes over you. You pat your pockets in search of your phone, wondering if you should call Sineha, when a voice sounds from outside.

“Ottana! I need some help out here!”

It’s unmistakable. Zahkin is here, just as you’d been dreading. 

Why your ex-kismesis is kicking your door, you have no clue, but you’re hesitant to answer his plea. Instead, you stand in the center of your living room, fingers weaving together in an anxious braid.

“Ottana!” he calls out again, straining slightly. “Come out here, please!”

Despite your pounding heart, you move closer to the door, bolstered somewhat by the fact that your guardian makes no effort to stop you.

It doesn’t seem to be a trap, at least, given her complacency, but you can’t help wondering why it took her so long to react when Zahkin first showed up.

He knows of her abilities. Did he find a way to combat them somehow?

Cautiously, you let your legs carry you closer, all but holding your breath as you draw near enough to open the door. Faintly, you hear Zahkin grunt, his breath heavy enough to carry through the wood.

“Please!” He tries once more, and you do not stop your hand as it rises to turn the lock.

When you open the door, you feel as though the floor has fallen out from under you.

Zahkin is there, as you expected, his once ill-fitting suit replaced with a well-tailored fleet uniform. He looks different. Grown. But his appearance isn’t what first catches your notice.

There is a towering blueblood at his side, one arm slung across Zahkin’s shoulders in a manner that suggests his presence is all that keeps this troll standing. He holds his head low, hair hanging in a curtain around his face, and his breathing is ragged and labored.

Zahkin grits his teeth with the effort of supporting the larger troll, one hand gripping the man by the wrist while the other arm snakes itself around his waist. 

Like Zahkin, the blueblood wears a fleet uniform, though his is far less pristine.

“Ottana, move!” The violet snaps. 

You blink, the intensity of the command returning you to yourself. Without a question, you pull yourself out of the doorway, watching as your former kismesis drags the near-unconscious stranger into your home.

Teddy tenses when they enter, three beady eyes centered squarely on Zahkin. Shockingly, though, she does not attempt to threaten him, allowing the seadweller to approach the sofa without any manner of protest.

Rather unceremoniously, he contorts himself over the couch and lets the man slide from his grasp, dropping him to the cushions in a heap. Now, lying on his back with one leg hanging off the side, you finally see the blueblood’s face in full.

A mangled sound rises from your throat, something between a gasp and a yelp, and your hands shoot up to cover your mouth.

Zahkin, slumped against the wall and fighting to catch his breath, watches idly as you rush to the larger troll’s side, dropping to your knees and ghosting your hands over him as if unsure what part of him you are even permitted to touch.

“Emmion…” You choke, palms shaking as you fight the urge to take him by the face and run your fingers over the moles and scars that have always defined your former moirail’s skin. There are more of the latter than you remember. His eyes are fixed blankly ahead, awake but unseeing, and you finally give in to the desire to cup his face in your hands.

Emmion raises an arm to place his fingers over yours, and you turn a tearful gaze to Zahkin in desperate hope of answers.

“He had some kind of psychic blowout,” the violetblood explains, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Took his vision and left the other senses scrambled. There was an order to euthanize.”

Your head snaps back to Emmion, a fresh wave of tears rolling down your cheeks. You remember, from your youth, the doctor’s appointments you had followed him to, the warnings he’d received. It was unusual for someone of his caste to possess psionics of any kind, and his body wasn’t built to handle them. He’d been content not to use them, then. How naive you were to think the fleet would be, too.

“I manage these sort of cases,” Zahkin continues, answering a question you had not thought to ask. “Not the orders, but the paperwork. I saw his name on my desk and I…” 

He gestures helplessly at Emmion, then tilts his head back and runs both hands down his face, a frustrated sigh falling from his lips.

“I fucked up, Tana. I broke so many laws.”

You look back at him, confusion lacing itself into your brow. Zahkin knew Emmion, of course, from the sweep their relationships with you had overlapped. But you never would have thought them close enough for this.

“Why?” You ask him, voice small.

“Cause I knew who he was.”

#ottana ic #writing #zahkin mavdom #emmion lagdon #yeah ok. the dash is slow today im gonna post it #ottana writing

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

To Make a Heaven of Hell (7/?)

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Virgil tries his hand at Trivia and just so happens to meet someone new in the process.

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Notes:

WHEEE - it's been a short while, I just started Uni so chapters may be a little slower than before haha - hopefully I'll be able to keep up, though, I really love writing this fic.

I don't think anything warning worthy happens in this chapter, as always, lmk if I'm wrong!

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“Who was the first mortal woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean?” The host of the trivia evening called the next question, Virgil practically snatched the paper from Remy to write down the answer. 

“Babes you are on fire ,” Remy said, adjusting their dark tinted sunglasses, “What is this!”

“I- there was a film,” Virgil mumbled, “Silly comedy film, that had her in it.”

“Oh! Dope,” Remy nods, leaning into Emile - who’s casually brushing his fingers through Remy’s white-feathered wings. 

“Eugh,” Remus groaned, Virgil was pretty sure voi was on zur fifth cocktail of the night already, “When are we gonna get something more interesting than mortal history ?” 

“There are three questions left of this category,” Logan informed just as the next question was announced, sipping his glass of wine “Two now.”

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As the night went on the teams just got louder and louder, aquatic life came up as a topic and Sharkie had practically jumped up onto the table. The answer sheet was passed to her and Logan for that round. By the time the last category came around (Something to do with true crime) Virgil was… a little bit overwhelmed by it all.

“Hey kid,” Said a drunk Remus, patting him on the arm, “If you gotta- you can go outside for a bit, kay? We got this!”

“But what if I know an answer?” Virgil asked over the cacophony of the pub, trying to quell his churning stomach by taking a sip of the fruity mocktail he’d gotten three categories ago. 

“If you stick close enough by, you can hear ‘em call out the questions,” Emile said, smiling and waving him off, “But don’t worry about us! If you’re not feeling good don’t force yourself to be here!”

“Babe we’re here to lose anyway,” Remy rolled their eyes, “Don’t sweat it.”

Virgil nodded slowly, leaving their drink and standing up, shoving their hands in their hoodie pockets as they made their way outside. 

The cool evening air of the universe washed over Virgil as they stepped out of the hot, loud atmosphere of the pub. Air filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, trying to relax his shoulders as he moved to the side and leant against the wall of the building, just trying to let the gentle breeze wash over him.

He could still hear the questions - just like Emile had said - but he didn’t know any of the answers. Instead of focusing on that he tried not to worry - he could go back in a minute, it wasn’t an issue. 

“Too much for you too, hm?” Someone said from too close to be comfortable. Virgil startled, lashing out and jumping away, eyes wide as he looked at the tall stranger in front of him. They were… startling, Virgil thought, he was pretty sure he might have caught a glimpse of them from across the pub, but he definitely hadn’t met them before. 

“Are you… a deity?” Virgil asked slowly, this person certainly had a presence, but they dressed in a way that looked almost reminiscent of Victorian England - with stone grey eyes and blond hair tied into twin braids. They wore a large hat, trimmed with a yellow ribbon, and had tan skin - though it seemed to be marred by scars on one side. Virgil didn’t think that mortal souls could have scars - he certainly didn’t have his. The most striking thing about this person, though, was the pair of snakes - one wrapped around their neck and shoulders like a scarf and the other (smaller) one wrapped around their wrist and lower arm. They chuckled.

“No, I’m not,” They said, before considering, “I’m a soul, like you, well- technically, I might be considered deified, but I’m not a deity in the way you are thinking.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the person at that confusing answer, hoping for elaboration, they just smiled.

“My name is Janus,” They extended a yellow gloved hand for a handshake, “You’re Virgil, aren’t you?”

“Yes…?” Virgil said, frowning, “How do you know that?”

“Remus has mentioned you,” Janus tilted their head, “Is that a problem?”

Virgil took a slow, deep breath which he let out through his nose, “No, no it’s not a problem - sorry - I just - It’s weird to think that people who I don’t know know me.”

Chuckling, Janus nodded, “Yes, I’ve certainly been around for long enough to understand the feeling, I apologise for startling you.”

“It’s okay,” Virgil reassured, “Are you uh- um- phrasing?”

“What are you trying to ask, dear?” Janus asked, smiling warmly, “Trust me, whatever it is I’ve heard before, don’t worry about offending me.”

“Uh… how old? Are you?” Virgil asked, cringing, “Like- sorry that’s a weird question, but you said you’re a mortal soul? But you have a kinda- presence? I don’t- you don’t have to answer that.”

“That’s a perfectly fine question to ask,” Janus said gently, “I’ve been told I have an ‘old soul’ presence - you’d be right, I’ve been here a long time.”

“How… long?” Virgil asked, unable to help his curiosity as he leaned forward.

“Much longer than you’d think.” Virgil raises an eyebrow at Janus’ vague response and they smile, “How about you guess?”

“I- well- your clothes look Victorian….” Virgil mused, narrowing his eyes at Janus, “But I feel like maybe that’s misleading?”

Janus just smirks. 

“So uh- I’m gonna guess… 1500s, maybe?” Virgil put forward, Janus laughed and he immediately knew he’d guessed wrong, he huffed, “What is it, then?”

“In my first life I was a neanderthal,” Janus said, between laughter, Virgil’s eyes widened, “So…  I’ve been around roughly… I don’t know, three hundred thousand years?”

For a moment, Virgil didn’t say anything, just stared at the person in front of him who had probably been here hundreds of thousands of years? “How are you- I don’t know, sane?”

A shocked laugh escaped Janus, he smiled at Virgil, eyes crinkling at the corners, “A lot of time in the void, and good wine.”

Virgil can’t help but snort, “I suppose that’ll do it? I thought they said the void was permanent…”

“It can be,” Janus said, “But you can also just go there to not exist for a little while - I’ve probably spent… at least a hundred thousand years there in total?”

“Yeah I… can imagine,” Virgil says softly, “It… sounds like a lot - the life I had was my first.”

“I lost count of my lifetimes,” Janus shrugs, “I can’t even remember most of them, but really it doesn’t matter - I gave up my ability to reincarnate to stay here in the afterlife.”

“That’s something you can do?” Virgil asked, looking at Janus as though something had just clicked inside his brain, “I don’t - have to go back?”

For a moment, Janus just looks at him, eyes full of sympathy, before he sighs and puts a hand on Virgil’s shoulder - a good, reassuring weight, “Of course you don’t, not if you don’t want to - the only people who have to reincarnate are those who didn’t achieve paradise.”

Virgil sighed, he wasn’t really sure why exactly he was opening up so much to a complete stranger: Janus’ presence was just… reassuring, almost warm.

“I don’t- I feel like I should ,” He said, “I mean, most people here have lived at least a few lives, right? Should I not- want more experience? Before I… stop?”

“Some people want to live a lot of lives - I certainly did, I wanted to experience everything I possibly could,” Janus explains, “Until my last lifetime, where I arrived here feeling as though I couldn’t stand another - so I gave it up. Others have only a few lifetimes - one, three, five maybe, before realising that living in the mortal world isn’t for them - they find their place here, and that’s also okay. If you don’t want to reincarnate, you don’t have to.”

Virgil took a deep breath, “I don’t… think I want to… but- I also think it’s too soon to make that decision.”

“Yes, perhaps,” Janus nods, “There's many perks that come with being a soul able to reincarnate, anyway, you have eternity to decide, it doesn’t have to be now.”

“You’re so full of wisdom,” Virgil comments, “It’s kinda annoying.”

Janus barks out a laugh, “It comes with living since the dawn of humanity - come on, I think they’re announcing the winners inside.”

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“We came third!” Remus yelled, cackling, to anyone who would listen, “We came third!”

“You did awesome,” Sharkie said, elbowing Virgil in the side, “We wouldn’t have gotten a bunch of those answers if it wasn’t for you!”

Virgil blushed - flustered by the compliment. He still wasn’t quite used to praise. 

“We did better than I expected,” Logan mused, “Especially with Janus competing against us.”

“Well duh, that’s why their team came first,” Remy said, stretching his wings, “There was no doubt about that - he knows like, literally everything.”

“They weren’t there for the last round,” Virgil spoke up, “They were talking to me outside-?”

Remus scoffed, “Yeah, I saw.”

Laughing, Emile patted him on the shoulder, “It doesn’t really matter that they were gone from the last round, the Roman’s team had already won by that point.”

“Wait- why was he on the Roman’s team?” Virgil asked as he followed the others outside, “I thought their team was all Roman deities?”

“There’s a Roman god named Janus,” Dante spoke up, walking alongside Virgil, “Apparently a long time ago they accidentally invited snake-charmer Janus, not God of Doorways Janus, and now he joins their team as an honorary member sometimes.”

“Yeah! It was really funny,” Remus giggled, pushing lir way between them and Dante and slinging zy arms around both of their shoulders, leaning down to talk to them. Zey smelled like alcohol, and some kind of fruit, but Virgil found he didn’t really mind.

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"So what's with the snakes?" Virgil asked the next time he saw Janus. Which was only a few days later, she had come down to the Hellp Desk for... some reason, Virgil wasn't actually quite sure yet.

"I always carry a few with me," Janus shrugged, extending her arm towards Virgil - a small snake was happily coiled around her wrist, it seemed to be sleeping. 

"Where did you… get them?" Virgil asked, frowning, "Were they your pets?" 

"Some of them," She shrugged, leaning back in the chair she was sitting in - Penny's, "My paradise is somewhat of a refuge for all pet snakes whose owners are still alive, in a punishment realm, don't want them anymore, you know…?"

"Oh, neat, you like snakes then?" 

"' Like' is a n understatement! She's got the things crawling all over her!" A red in the face mortal soul yelled, storming up to the desk, "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Ma'am, disrespectfully, this is none of your business?" Virgil pointed out, "Please just go to level three-"

"No, actually, I won't! Those creatures aren't pets!! They should be out in the wild!" She cried, "I'm trying to help these poor things!"

Virgil frowned, "Like you 'helped' other animals by… releasing people's domesticated exotic pets into the 'wild' - aka a habitat where they didn't belong and couldn't survive?" 

"Those creatures shouldn't have been in captivity!" The soul yelled, "I was rescuing them!" 

"Darling,' Janus said, still reclining in the chair as though she had no care in the world, "While normally I would be on your side - many people keep exotic pets in horrific conditions-"

The soul looked like she might say something else, but Janus continued over her, "-releasing domesticated animals into a habitat where they do not belong instead of, I don't know, calling the authorities, is… really just sentencing those animals to death - my snakes live in paradise." 

"And you," Virgil said to the soul, "Live in Hell, so if you would kindly go to your level?"

The soul gave them the middle finger and an angry huff before marching off, Virgil sighed.

“Sorry."

"Don't be," Janus waved a hand, "I know what I signed up for by sitting here." 

"What are you waiting for, anyway?" 

"Angel," Janus shrugged, "And I believe Remus, possibly Beleth and Sharkie, I'm not sure who else is coming." 

Virgil raised an eyebrow, "Is something going on?" 

"Angel wants to involve me in a plan," Janus sighed, waving a hand, "Something to do with her brother, it's really nothing for you to worry about - yet." 

"Ah, Well- have fun, I suppose." Virgil shrugged, turning to deal with the next soul as there was a squeal and Angel ran over to the desk. A few minutes later she and Janus went to head deeper into Hell and Virgil was left with Dante and Lily at the desk. He was fairly certain he was going to worry a lot about whatever this plan was. 

Lily smiled knowingly at Virgil when she noticed their expression, reaching to pass them a mug of fresh hot chocolate, "Really, don't worry about whatever they're doing - they go on odd ‘quests’ all the time." 

Virgil sighed, gratefully taking the drink, "I'll do my best."

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General tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

Hell's Belles AU tags: @awitchbravestheverge @twoalpacas @goldnskyart @anxious-mess19 @doteddestroyer :)

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[eileenslibrary]

Leave A Travelers Path

Pt.5 I think

Warnings: jealousy, anger, feeling of neglect, insecurities, reader basically walks out on krall,

After the other orcs met you it was a little awkward because they knew you and their leader were only fucking at this point. But eventually they warmed up to you by the time you got to the next town, you were staying at the tavern for a few days so you could all get some better rest on actual beds.

You were enjoying the large bed watching Krall as he brushed out and braided his hair. "Your hair always looks so soft and silky" you say out of the blue, he chuckles "are you hinting at something?" You roll your eyes before sitting up and wrapping your legs around his torso. "I was just commenting but maybe I do want to know what your secret is" he shakes his head in amusement, you lean your head on his shoulder. His warm back felt nice against your chest, his natural aroma was lulling you into a dreamless sleep, the feeling of his scarred skin against your palms was a reminder of his battles and his foes. You could feel one large scar on his lower abdomen, his hands came to wrap around yours, he too was slowly drifting into slumber, he rearranged you to lay on your back as he lay down placing his head above your heart. He felt glad to have found you again, after years of searching he finally could repay your kindness, he fell into a peaceful sleep a feeling of warmth encases his heart.

Later you and Krall headed down to the bar where his friends all sat at a table already chowing down on hot and well cooked food. They already ordered two plates for you and Krall, you all drank and laughed around the table, until one of his pals were all pulled to dance with some strangers. It was fun until a red head came up and sat at the table, she wore a tight corset that flattered her bust a bit too much for your liking, her dress was red with gold and white accents. She greeted Krall happily, he smiled and addressed her full name, you shrank as you realized this was one of his former lovers she apparently came before you had appeared, you no doubt had grown fond of Krall and had to admit his good looks but you felt small compared to him and this woman.

She scooted closer to him and leaned forward making sure he could see down her shirt quite well, she left no imagination to the eye. He blushes and averts his gaze, you watch them both, even though you and Krall weren't even in a relationship you still felt cheated in the love department. You and him had shared intimate moments, and now it felt like it was forgotten, he continued talking to her, you noticed her left hand was laying on his thigh. She has come even closer basically pressed against him, at that point your heart couldn't take it, you stood quietly and turned to leave when someone patted your shoulder, you looked over at them and noticed one of the orcs you were traveling with. She looks at you with sympathy before grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs to her room. You sit on her bed, "he always does that hun, I noticed a while back, whenever we come here she always shows up, she's stolen him away for a night or two even if he has a partner with him" she sighs. Pulling you into her side before rubbing circles on your back, you embrace her before bursting into tears of pain "I know we weren't together but I feel so hurt, I feel so used." You sob, she nods "it's okay to feel that way, and what he did was wrong" you hold her tighter.

After a while you both headed back down, Krall and the woman were dancing on top of a table, the place became more lively it seemed. "Thank you Elaran, I think I'm going to go for a walk" you spoke she waved you goodbye, you turned and left, the warm summer breeze wound and danced through the trees waving around your form, you walked until you found a bench to sit on. You began thinking about what had happened, you were trying to decide if this was worth it, the pain you feel right now, scolding yourself to let yourself for rushing love leaving your heart on your sleeve and unprotected from heartbreak. But you came to the decision to confront him and leave if he is going to pull this on you, because for once you're going to care for you first before anyone else, standing you began heading back to the tavern.

You pass Krall and the woman, making sure to look as bothered as possible to grab his attention. It worked somewhat, his head turned in your direction, as you trudged up the stairs and into the room you rented. Grabbing your leather pack and the package, making sure to check that everything was in place, you sat on the foot of the bed waiting for him to return. It doesn't take long, he opens the door and walks in immediately spotting you and your pack. "I'm leaving now" you spoke hiding your emotions in a steady voice that held rage behind it. His eyes widen "but we just arrived?" You sigh "I'm not sure I want to stay after what just happened between you and her" you say "what do you mean?" He asks, you look at him in anger "oh I don't know, maybe that woman what was her name? Melissa? Well she was all upon you-" "do you know how pathetic you sound right now?! We're not even dating and yet you make it seem like I cheated on you!" He growls, he grabs your wrist. "Well you used me for pleasure that's for sure!" You glare at him "oh don't be a cry baby! I did no such thing" you yank your wrist out of his grip "I am no cry baby! I trusted you! Whether or not we're dating! I have shown you every part of my body and what do I get in return!? A broken heart!" You try to piece together sentences to get your point across clearly, your eyes sting, you blink away your tears "unlike you I actually care for the feelings of those who show me their deepest parts!" You shout. He stands there registering your words. He looks at you, eyes softening as he sees your angry form trembling in the anger you feel, with that you push past him running out of the tavern.

You walk a few steps before two strong arms wrap around you. You squirm and curse at Krall but he doesn't let go instead he sits down pulling you into his lap, he nuzzles his nose into your hair "I'm sorry" he says which causes you to stop squirming. "What I did tonight wasn't fair, but please don't leave" he continues hesitantly. You shake your head "no it wasn't, but a simple apology won't fix it Krall" you sniffle gently, he holds you tighter "then let me try to earn your trust back" he pleads quietly you sigh slouching over "maybe we could do that" you whisper he perks up "thank you so much (Name)" he sighs happily.

#dnd orc #orc x reader #angst #jealousy #dnd races #love #lovers

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist Halloween Special 2023

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

            “Happy Halloween!” said Em to (Y/N) as they walked into the room before they headed to the party they were invited to.

            “Happy Halloween,” said (Y/N). They grinned at Em. “Wearing your demon face, I see.”

            Em shrugged. The side of her face was scarred and a map of red designs, bloodlike but beautiful. They wore an array of black and red, the fabric deliberately torn and shredded to add to her scary appearance.

            “I have to work with what I’ve got,” said Em.

            “Ah, there you two are!” said Lucifer, rounding the corner. “Are you ready to go?”

            “Yep,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            Lucifer looked at them and cocked his head. “What are you dressed up as?”

            “Jack Kline from Supernatural,” said (Y/N). They grinned and gestured to their white t-shirt and tan jacket. It was simple, but the addition of gold contact lenses, the casual costume was complete.

            “Jack Kline?” repeated Lucifer.

            “He’s Lucifer’s son, the antichrist,” said Em.

            (Y/N) grinned as Lucifer nearly groaned at the irony of their choice. “Would you have preferred I dress as the stereotypical devil, horns and pitchfork and all that?”

            Lucifer sighed. “Anything but that.”

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Alright, then, we have to go. We’ll see you tonight.”

            “Be safe, okay? I run a club. I know what can happen at parties,” said Lucifer.

            “Yeah, yeah, we both know I’m more responsible than you,” said (Y/N), waving a hand before heading into the elevator.

            Lucifer couldn’t argue with that. (Y/N) was definitely more responsible than him.

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            (Y/N) and Em walked into Noa’s house where the party was in full swing. Various people from school were milling about in different costumes, some sexy, some silly, some scary.

            “Em, (Y/N)!” called Noa, walking over. They were in a pirate outfit with an eyepatch and hat tipped back over their box braids with gold beads hanging at the end. “You two look so cool.” Noa smirked at (Y/N)’s outfit and the drawing of the anti-possession tattoo they had on their collarbone. “Playing off Lucifer being your dad?”

            (Y/N) almost reminded Noa he was just their foster father, but they liked being connected to him so they let it be. “It was between Jack and Sabrina the teenage witch.”

            “I love it,” said Noa. They smiled at Em. “And Em going with the scary demon look. Fantastic makeup application.”

            “All natural,” said Em, and (Y/N) rolled their eyes at the play on words.

            “Ah! You guys arrived!” Olive appeared behind Noa, dressed in a short pink dress with a layered skirt of blue and purple strips. Small flowers were pinned across the bodies and waistline, and a pair of wings were strapped to her back. She was a fairy, and it fit very well with her.

            “Hey, Olive,” said (Y/N) and Em.

            “We just need to grab Marcel and Leon and then we’ll have the entire group together,” said Olive.

            “You mean you haven’t found them? I thought you were tracking everyone down,” said Noa.

            Olive pouted. “I got distracted.”

            “Yeah, by the ‘Monster Mash,’ ” teased Noa.

            Olive shrugged. “I like dancing.” She put her hands on her hips. “But come on, we’ve got to get the LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club together again.”

            “You’re never letting us live that name down, are you?” said Leon, appearing behind her.

            “Leon! We found you,” said Olive, smiling.

            Leon raised an eyebrow. “No, we found you,” they said.

            “No one can miss Olive,” said Marcel from beside Leon.

            Leon was dressed in black trousers and a vest overtop a white button-up. Over that he had a beige jacket and a long black coat. In their hands, he held a stuffed animal of a raccoon.

            “Are you Poe from Bungou Stray Dogs?” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Leon shrugged. “I like the show, and I like Poe’s stories.”

            “I’m pretty sure Leon is the truest academic here,” said Marcel. “The rest of us just mess around.”

            “Someone has to focus,” said Leon wryly, but he looked at Marcel fondly at the compliment.

            Marcel had his hair changed from purple to pink and wore a turquoise school uniform. Two barrettes with pink spheres were clipped into his hair, and he wore green sunglasses.

            “Oh, you’re Saiki K,” said Em brightly. “I like that show. It shows how silly humans can be.”

            Marcel nodded, and after knowing Em for a while, no one thought it strange that she referred to people as “humans.” (Y/N) just sighed. Em still wasn’t great at blending in.

            “A pirate, Saiki, Poe, a fairy, Jack Kline, and a demon,” said Olive, looking at all of them. “This is very fitting for our group.”

            “Feels that way,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            As they spoke, “You Make Me Feel Like It’s Halloween” by Muse started playing. (Y/N) grinned.

            “This is for me, isn’t it?” they said.

            “Hey, Muse is fun, and it’s a good song,” said Nao. “But yeah.”

            “Let’s go and dance!” said Olive. She looped her arm around Nao’s and dragged them towards the dance floor.

            Marcel tapped Leon’s arm, and they headed after the other two. (Y/N) and Em were the last two to go.

            “Ready?” said (Y/N).

            “To have fun with you? Of course,” said Em, smiling at them and jokingly offering her arm.

            (Y/N) felt heat go to their cheeks as Em smiled at them. They averted their eyes and hurried to the dance floor, leaving Em to chuckle at their embarrassment.

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[abitohoney]

Missing Scenes - A Collection of Jinx, Silco, & Sevika One-Shots

Part 1 - From One to Two

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

AO3 Link

Rating: Teen, mostly SFW (note my blog is not for minors)

Tags: Sevika, Silco, Jinx, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Silco, Found Family, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor, Jinx Needs a Hug, Silco Needs a Hug, Sevika Deserves a Raise, Young Jinx

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: A collection of one-shots set during the time-skip, mostly centered around Jinx growing up as Silco's adopted daughter. Many will likely involve Sevika, whether she likes it or not. Lots of awkward, funny, and good family feels.

Chapters will not necessarily be in chronological order, nor do they require that any other chapter be read for clarity.

AN: This has been posted on AO3 for quite some time. I'm just now getting around to posting it here.

Silco, mid-briefing Sevika on her latest dealings at the shimmer refinery, paused his lecturing when he heard a timid knock at the door of his office. He glanced up from the paperwork he'd been reviewing to check his right-hand woman. She must have heard the knock as well, as her attention had turned to the door. Judging by the softness of the knock, both were quite sure they knew who stood on the other side.

"Want me to let her in?" Sevika asked, turning back to her boss with a grimace, a sign she likely hoped he'd say no, even though she knew that wasn't about to happen.

Silco simply nodded, setting his paperwork down on his desk and turning his attention to the door as Sevika sauntered over to open it.

Sevika turned the handle and stepped aside, revealing Powder, or Jinx as she recently decided to call herself. Jinx stood nervously in the doorway, fiddling with her shirt hem.

"Come in dear," Silco waved her in.

Jinx peered around the open door to Sevika, who stood with a scowl, clearly not happy about the interruption or the visitor in general.

"I can come back later if you're busy," Jinx offered to Silco.

Silco slowly shook his head. "There's always time for you."

A small smile graced the girl's face, but she entered the room slowly, still apprehensive.

"What is it you need?" Silco asked in as sweet of a tone a murderous drug lord could possibly produce. Sevika's face contorted in disgust, which she managed to hide from her boss as she turned away to exit through the door Jinx had just entered.

"We're not finished. Wait here," Silco demanded in much more his typical irritated manner.

Sevika, while just out of earshot, cursed under her breath before turning back around and closing the door behind her. She stood stoic against the wall by the door as she was forced to simply watch and wait for whatever dreadful thing was about to unfold.

Jinx stopped just in front of Silco's desk and nervously tucked a loose strand of blue hair behind her ear. With her now standing close enough, Silco could make out the trail of dried tears that had streamed down her plump cheeks. His expression softened, his concern evident.

“What is it Jinx?” he repeated.

“I… I…” Jinx began, clearly afraid to say whatever it was she needed. She looked up into Silco’s mismatched eyes, and he leaned forward as if to ensure she had his undivided attention, and the soft smile on his otherwise scarred face provided enough reassurance for her to continue. “I need help with my… hair. I… I can’t braid it myself,” she admitted, looking disheartened.

Silco sat back in his chair, his good eye widened, clearly not prepared for that. Now it was his chance to stammer in an attempt to formulate a response. “I…” he turned to Sevika, whose eyes widened just enough to indicate the horror she felt in anticipation of what this situation would lead to, likely involving her. Silco continued, returning his gaze to the small girl before him, “I do not know how to braid. Can you not simply tie it in some other fashion?” He took a moment to glance at the hair in question. It had grown a considerable amount in the many months since he had adopted her impromptu after finishing off her previous male guardian, his “brother”, Vander. He could see she had attempted to braid it herself, as there were a considerable number of her lovely blue strands falling from what he assumed was supposed to be a braid.

“No. I really want it braided,” Jinx sniffled.

Forgetting to keep his emotions, or at least his reactions, in check, Silco closed his good eye, pinching the bridge of his pointed nose in frustration and exhaustion. This was clearly out of his league. Styling hair was understandably not one of his skill sets.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx said quickly, “I can just leave it like this.” Before she could spin around to leave, Silco removed his fingers from his nose and waved her over while trying to offer her another reassuring smile. “No. If you’re going to be practicing fighting, you need that hair properly tied back.”

Obeying Silco’s come hither motion, Jinx sauntered around the desk, as Silco spun in his chair to face her. She stopped just as her small boots met the pointed tips of Silco’s own boots. Silco reached out a hand to examine Jinx’s hair. It truly was a mess and there was no simply tucking the loose stands back into her failed attempt at a braid. His eyes moved back to Sevika across the room.

“Fuck,” Sevika muttered, and if Silco had heard, he chose to ignore it.

“Sevika, have you…” Silco gave pause, as if trying to decide if he truly wished to finish his question. “...braided hair before?”

Sevika appeared to have an inner battle with herself whether to risk lying to her boss, and suffer those consequences, or admit that she had in fact braided hair before, thus leading to suffer the very consequences she’d been fearing since Jinx mentioned needing help. “I have,” she grumbled. She remained rooted in her spot against the wall, perhaps in some hope that Silco would choose not to involve her regardless.

“Show me,” Silco demanded, his tone low and dangerous.

Sevika reluctantly pushed herself off the wall and slowly plodded over to join the pair at Silco’s desk. She stood just inches behind Jinx, staring down at the top of her head in undisguised disgust.

“We’ll make two braids so that I can follow Sevika’s steps. How does that sound?” Silco asked Jinx. When Jinx gave a quick nod, Sevika sighed and reached for the second chair that sat along the wall just behind them. Dragging it next to Silco’s chair, she plopped down and spun her finger around in the air, motioning for Jinx to turn around.

Jinx, clearly hesitant to allow Sevika’s involvement, looked to her adoptive father for reassurance. He gave her a little nod and she turned, allowing both Silco and Sevika access to her long blue locks. Sevika leaned forward and grasped Jinx’s hair, ripping out the multiple ties that had been used to hold Jinx’s attempted braid. Jinx released a startled squeak. Silco leaned forward, catching Sevika’s attention just inside her peripheral view, giving her a threatening glare.

With a bit more care, Sevika divided Jinx’s hair into two equal sections, handing one to Silco’s outstretched hands, the other remaining in her own. Likely to all three participants' relief, braiding hair was pretty simple, and didn’t really require one to speak the steps.

Silco watched tentatively as Sevika divided her half of the long blue hair into 3 more equal sections. He followed suit, dividing his own section. Apparently satisfied with his attempt, Sevika continued in silence to slowly demonstrate the alternating over-and-under pattern to create the braid. Silco’s thin, long fingers proved to be quite useful in this task, and he seemed to complete his braid with such expertise one might think he’d already known how if not for his strained expression. It took likely no more than ten minutes for them to create a matching pair of long blue braids. Once finished, Silco quietly inspected both his work and Sevika’s. Apparently pleased with the results, he released the braid he’d created, as did Sevika with hers.

Taking that as indication she was not needed anymore, at least not in the immediate vicinity, Sevika stood quickly, returning her chair to it’s spot at the wall behind them and wandered over to Silco’s couch where she unceremoniously plopped down. She pulled a cigar and lighter out from under the shawl that covered her mechanical, shimmer-fueled arm. With a quick flick of her wrist, she lit her cigar and tucked the lighter back away, taking a deep, long drag on the cigar while looking at anything besides her boss and his adopted daughter.

Silco reached into his desk to pull out a small compact and a hand-held mirror. Reaching around Jinx, he handed her the small mirror, while he opened the compact to position it’s mirror behind her head. “What do you think?” he asked.

Jinx held up her mirror, turning her head from side to side and playing with each braid as she eyed her reflection through the two mirrors. She did not notice, but Silco sat behind looking almost worried as he waited for her answer, as if he truly and wholly did care what she thought of something so silly as a couple of braids. Finally, after giving each braid a quick toss over her little shoulders, Jinx spun around with a great big grin plastered across her face. “I love it!” she exclaimed, and threw her arms around Silco with enough force to push him and his chair back several inches across the floor.

An ever-so-small smile graced Silco’s hardened features, and he gently wrapped his arms around Jinx to return the hug. “I’m glad you like it,” he whispered, “Next time, we can do it without Sevika.”

Jinx slowly released Silco from her vice-grip of a hug and stood straight up, giving him a curt nod. “Thank you!” And with that, she spun around and bolted out of the room, a trail of long blue braids spiraling behind her.

As the door nearly slammed shut, Silco released a long sigh, his shoulders slumped, and he reached back into his desk drawer to return the mirror and compact in exchange for his own cigar and lighter, as well as the ornate cutter that had recently been covered in tiny neon doodles. After cutting and lighting his cigar, he took a long drag, letting the smoke simmer inside him for just a moment before slowly releasing it into the air to mix with Sevika’s smoke.

“Please tell me that won’t happen again,” Sevika grumbled, breaking their silence. She’d apparently not heard Silco’s whisper to Jinx before she left.

“I will assure no such thing,” came Silco’s drawl before picking up the paperwork he had set aside earlier. “Now, where were we?”

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