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papiala · 11 months

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Another request is Jude overhears a conversion reader is having and he mishears something and thinks the reader is going to break up with him and he gets all sad (ending in fluff)

Thank youu ❤️

A Misunderstanding That Never Happened

Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Jude and Y/N had been dating for over a year. They had a special routine of going to their favorite coffee shop every Saturday morning, where they would spend hours talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company.

One sunny Saturday morning, as Jude sat at their usual corner table, sipping on his latte, he noticed Y/N in a conversation with her friend at the next table. Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but eavesdrop. Jude leaned in, trying to catch snippets of their conversation without being too obvious.

As he strained to hear, he misheard a crucial part of their discussion. Instead of hearing "We should plan a trip for next month," Jude mistakenly heard, "We should break up next month." His heart skipped a beat, and a wave of sadness washed over him.

Feeling overwhelmed, Jude quickly gathered his things and left the coffee shop, his thoughts consumed by the possibility of a looming breakup. He drove back to their shared home, his mind racing with questions. Had he done something wrong? Was their relationship not as strong as he had believed? A sense of despair settled deep within him.

Meanwhile, Y/N finished her conversation, unaware of the emotional turmoil that Jude was experiencing. She had been discussing plans for a surprise anniversary trip for both of them. Y/N couldn't wait to reveal the secret to Jude and see the happiness on his face. She hurriedly finished her coffee and made her way to meet Jude at their apartment.

Back at the apartment, Jude sat on the couch, lost in a sea of self-doubt and sadness. His emotions got the best of him as he replayed the misheard words over and over in his head. He couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was coming to an end. Tears welled up in his eyes as he contemplated a future without Y/N.

Just as Jude was about to sink deeper into despair, he heard the familiar sound of keys jingling at the front door. Y/N walked in, her face beaming with excitement, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside Jude's heart. When Y/N saw Jude's tear-streaked face, her smile quickly faded.

"Jude, what's wrong?" Y/N asked as she rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.

Struggling to find his voice amid the emotional turmoil, Jude managed to say, "I... I thought you were going to break up with me."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock and realization. She wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Oh, Jude, no! That's not what I said at all," Y/N said, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "I was actually talking about planning a surprise trip for our anniversary next month. I can't imagine my life without you. I love you."

Jude's heart leaped with joy and relief. He realized that his misinterpretation had caused unnecessary pain and sadness. As Y/N held him close, Jude allowed himself to let go of the fear and doubt that had consumed him previously. In that moment, he leaned in and pulled in her for a loving kiss.

A/N: loll, my first fic! i feel rlly proud of myself for writing this (even though i did in inbetween classes 🫣) i hope yall love it as much as i do :)

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham fanfic

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thecampjuicebox · 4 months

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Okay, but like- For Inferno (or something similar), what if Raphael ends up punishing Tav because Haarlep wouldn't be effected/as effected by receiving the punishment themself? (that also leaves the door open for Haarlep to give Tav post-angst aftercare once Raphael leaves - up to and including wrapping their wings around Tav like a security blanket) 🫣

Been trying to make another part for Inferno, thank you so much for the suggestion!! Let's see how this goooooes

Inferno Pt. 2

Pairing: Haarlep(m) x Tav(gn)

Rating: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd Person

Warnings: ANGST, slapping, whipping, bruising, blood, yelling, lots of crying, aftercare

Heat trickles over Haarlep's face as Raphael moves in closer, little droplets of spit assaulting his forehead and cheeks. Haarlep has never seen Raphael so angry. He's absolutely seething, words spat like venom from a viper. Tav sits huddled in the corner, still wrapped in the towel Haarlep had fetched for them after their shared bath, hands over their pointed ears to block out the boom of Raphael's deep, furious voice. The way Raphael stormed into the boudoir still plays over and over in Tav's mind. His fury. His strength. The way he so easily tossed the two naked bodies from the bath and onto the marble. The way he spat at Haarlep in disgust. He'd watched them make love in the tub for some time before intervening. Watched as Haarlep did things to Tav that Raphael could only dream of, and how Tav willingly reciprocated.

"How dare you, Haarlep. You are for my use, and my use only. I created you in my image! Or have you forgotten?"

"Gods, Raphael. We've talked numerous times of your little stamina issue. Surely you can't expect me to always finish myself off."

Haarlep's words are no help to the cause, Raphael's face turning an unusual shade of red, much darker than anyone in the realms had thought possible. Had he been any hotter, the pair would surely see steam billowing from his ears and nostrils like a cauldron. Yet still Haarlep smirks, muscular arms crossed over his pectorals in a standoffish stance. His wings fold neatly behind him, tail swishing side to side. Tav blinks tears away from the corners of their eyes, knees tucked tightly into their chest to shield themselves. Was this their fault? Surely they should've known Raphael would be angry once he found out about the frequent meetings between the two. Part of them didn't care. Part of them feared for their life. They're right to. Raphael being as powerful as he is, Tav could become nothing but a blip in the weave, had Raphael deemed it a suitable punishment.

Raphael rears a hand back, throwing all of his body weight into the swing forward, the backs of his knuckles making contact with Haarlep's cheek with a earth shattering crack. The incubus stumbles sideways, one hand coming up to cup his smarting cheekbone, the other finding purchase on the bed to steady himself. Tav gasps and slaps a hand over their agape mouth. The room falls silent. Too silent. Surely the slap echoed loud enough through the House of Hope to silence every debtor and servant within its walls. Another hand reaches for Haarlep's harness, giving it a rough tug forward, the incubus falling to his knees in front of the livid cambion. They exchange glances, Haarlep's one of pure defiance, Raphael's one of unbridled rage. Haarlep's lack of response to being hit drives Raphael mad. Then a finger points in Tav's direction, a hissed "You.." making Tav's stomach drop deep into their bowels.

Like a feral kobold, Raphael charges toward Tav, hands grasping at their biceps to force them to their feet. A loud yelp escapes Tav's lungs as Raphael shoves them like a ragdoll over the edge of the bed, yanking the towel away to reveal their bare ass. Desperate pleas spill from Tav's quivering lips as they move their hands behind them to shield themselves in any way they can, Haarlep hurrying to his feet to attempt to intervein. Kicking and screaming proves pointless. Begging only fuels Raphael's fire as he reaches for the carefully coiled whip hanging from a golden hook on the wall to his left. Often used for pain before pleasure, Haarlep is all too familiar with the sting of the leather and chain resting in Raphael's shaking hands. He knows what the weapon is capable of, and how Tav isn't even the slightest bit prepared for its bite.

"You'll pay for this.. If Haarlep won't, you will."

"Raphael please.. This isn't their punishment to take."

Haarlep's voice wavers in.. Fear? Gods, he'd never been so afraid of something in his life. The devil turns to the incubus, face still hot with anger. He quirks an eyebrow and points the coiled whip in Tav's direction. "And yet here they are." he spits. With a loud thwip, he unravels the whip, landing a harsh blow across Tav's back without warning. The shriek that escapes their lips is enough to drive Haarlep to tears, hot and salty, streaming down his cheeks like rain. "Raphael please!" His pleas fall on deaf ears, two more lashes of the whip making a bloody red "x" across Tav's shoulder blades. And then another, electric pain making Tav collapse to their knees, knuckles white from their grasp on the velvet duvet of the bed. Tears flow heavily as they sob in agony, head thrown back, mouth agape.

"Gods, I'll have this painted and hung in the halls as an example!"

Raphael laughs out loud, rearing his arm back to land another lash across Tav's already bloodied and bruised backside. Tav collapses further to the floor, curling up on their side to shield the rest of their body from the assault of the whip, hands covering their tear and drool soaked face. Haarlep watches the display with a heaving chest. What could he possibly do besides wait for Raphael to tire of the beating and give up on his own? Raphael unleashes on Tav's broken skin, lash after lash after lash, and at this point they lose count. The skin of their back numbs from the constant attack. Consciousness threatens to leave them and they wheeze in pain, their ribs and throat sore from screaming. Three more deep red cuts from the whip line Tav's exposed thigh, blood bubbling up and over the swollen marks. Finally, the whip falls to the floor, and Tav has never felt such relief. Each new wound stings like hellfire. Blood pools around their back and down their abused thighs. A heavy boot lowers itself to Tav's shoulder, forcing them to their stomach on the floor, the rough grip of the bottom of the boot pressing firmly into their cuts and bruises. They cry out again for mercy, drool and spit coating their chin in a shiny layer. Raphael kneels down to speak directly into Tav's ear, doubling down on the pressure of his boot against their back.

"Remember this, little mouse. Down came the claw."

With a final shove of his boot against their back, Raphael steps away, turning to leave the boudoir without another word. The scent of sulfur and cherries makes Tav's stomach turn as they lie flat on the cold floor. In a blink, Raphael is gone, a bright cloud of red sizzling magic indicating his departure from the boudoir, and the House of Hope all together. Once Haarlep is sure the coast is clear, he rushes to Tav. The quick tap tap tap of his feet against the marble floor stirs Tav back into consciousness, the room spinning and swirling around them like a whirlpool. Their vision dulls. Their hearing fades in and out for just long enough to hear Haarlep mumble a soft "I've got you.." before everything goes black.

Pain isn't even close to the proper word to describe the agony Tav feels when they awaken. Each limb is stiff like oak, bandages holding their torn apart skin together as blood soaks through the fabric of each one, threatening to stain the silk sheets beneath them. Haarlep pats at their forehead with a damp cloth as their eyes flutter open. "Easy, now.." He says softly, the back of his hand coming up the quickly swipe a tear from his deeply bruised cheek. "How long have I.." Tav mumbles incoherently, a heavy gasp invading their lungs as they attempt, and fail, to adjust their position in bed. Haarlep grits his teeth. "Would you just.. Stay still, gods damn it." Tav freezes momentarily, eyes shooting a look of pain at the incubus. He sighs heavily and places the cloth back in the silver bowl of water he'd placed by his side. "Only a couple of hours. Raphael really did a number on you. You'd be smart to rest."

A trembling arm reaches in Haarlep's direction, begging for touch. For gentle contact. Anything to soothe the ache inside and out. "My love.." Tav whimpers. Haarlep's heart nearly bursts in his chest. Tav's words twist in his gut like tangled ropes and he closes his eyes. Gods, how could Tav love him? An incubus. A creation for pleasure and nothing else. Sitting down beside Tav in the large bed, his wings tucked tightly to his back, Haarlep faces his lover. Swollen eyes scan their mangled body. The black and blue bruises, the blood, the tips of the lashes poking out from the places the bandages simply could not cover. This was his fault. After a moment of silence, he chews his lip and shakes his head, loose brown curls falling around his horns and into his eyes. "This is exactly what put you in this state in the first place, Tav." Heat burns deep in Haarlep's stomach. Guilt. An emotion he's painfully unfamiliar with. An emotion he isn't even sure an incubus should be able to feel. Careful fingers search for Haarlep's thigh, and then for his hand, mustering as much strength as possible to tug his body downward.

Haarlep follows Tav's motion, a strong arm carefully draping itself over Tav's pelvis. Surely the one place Raphael managed to leave untouched. Thick red wings encircle the two lovers, a curtain of safety, even if temporarily. Nothing could hurt them in this moment. With a calculated shift, Tav manages to scoot closer to Haarlep's warmth, their own arm resting over Haarlep's hip, fingers tracing gentle shapes into the small of his back. All is calm. True peace. "We.. Need to be careful." Haarlep mumbles into Tav's ear. Tav yawns. The threat of sleep lingers on their eyelids as they nuzzle their nose into Haarlep's chest. "I'd have to kill Raphael myself if he touches you that way again." With a small chuckle, Tav shakes their head, nails digging into the incubus' thick skin.

"I'd take a thousand more lashes if it meant I could stay like this forever. My inferno."

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #fic request #haarlep #haarlep x tav #raphael x haarlep x tav

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tadpolesonalgae · 2 months

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So I just finished reading Can’t Bring Myself To Hate You parts available

I love it like LOVE IT

I’m so fustrated and everyone other than Eris, Bas and the OC.

Like feyre has her high lady stuff, Rhysand, Nyx, her two other sisters and all of the inner court

Nesta has Cassian, Elaine and feyre the inner court and all her Valkyrie training etc

Elaine has Azriel, feyre, nesta, Lucien, and the inner court

What it better yet who does the Oc have. She has bas and eris but even then they aren’t there all the time.

It’s like everyone has forgotten About her. Forgotten that she went through the cauldron also. But it seems like she’s just pushed everything down because she was always the odd one out. So everyone thinks she’s fine and is coping but really she isn’t. And she’s in the brink of fucking spiraling.

It’s almost like she’s terrified of everyone else. And I know that’s not how it is but like she doesn’t want to talk about anything that’s going on with herself because she doesn’t want to be a burden.

And they just take it as oh ok.

Elaine saying to nesta that maybe the Oc just needs time to be alone like she did.

Ok fine valid but you also had everyone trying to help you, checking in on you etc they didn’t leave you alone for 2 years. But also like Elaine had azriel totally invested in her and her recovery the same goes for feyre and rhysand and nesta and cassian

Who’s invested in the OC.

And azriel is treading on a thin line with what he says to Oc. Like read the fucking room before you say those mean things or better yet learn to read her after you say those things I mean you really be kicking her while she’s down huh. I mean sure you apologized but that doesn’t erase everything that those words brought up.

The when she’s talking with eris about *ending* things and how much you can tell she’s actually thought about it like the poor thing. No wonder she doesn’t feel like she’s part of the family like she legit has no one it’s just her and her books and her mind and we all now that our minds can be the absolute worst kind of company.

Anywayyyys love the series. Cant wait for the next part.

❤️ @highladyivy

I love getting to hear people’s thoughts when they’ve recently read cbmthy in total :)

There’s quite a lot I can’t say without revealing the future events in cbmthy but it’s nice to see you getting kind of frustrated with the IC in response to knowing a degree of what’s going on in reader’s mind as she allows her thoughts to gradually surface, slowly plunging deeper into her psychological state 🧡💛

I think this is partially why I’ve decided to write a short in between chapter that will slightly detail what she was like before the fallout with Azriel, that consequently makes her withdraw from the rest of the IC too :)

‘It’s almost like she’s terrified of everyone else. And I know that’s not how it is but like she doesn’t want to talk about anything that’s going on with herself because she doesn’t want to be a burden.’

You’re honestly along the right lines with this! While she isn’t afraid of people exactly, it’s in that vein of fearing vulnerability, and of being emotionally intimate which I think by default has to include an interaction of some kind 🫠

‘The when she’s talking with eris about *ending* things and how much you can tell she’s actually thought about it like the poor thing.’

Haha, yeah, that scene was a little worrying wasn’t it? 😭 oh well, I’m sure she’ll manage, otherwise it’d be a pretty bad story, huh? 🫣

(Bad as in, I’ve said reader will have a happy ending, so it would be kind of irritating if I suddenly turned around and ended the story on her death—which will not be happening)

‘Anywayyyys love the series. Cant wait for the next part.’

Thank you so much!!! It was lovely getting to see your reactions to the different things that have happened, and I hope you’ll enjoy the next part when it’s finished!! 🧡💛

Thank you for reading cbmthy 🫂

#asks <3 #cbmthy #🧡💛

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