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The River | Shadowheart x GenderNeutral!Reader (GroundhogDay!AU)

Shadowheart found herself journeying past a small segment of a river. The air was fresh and the water sounded like music in her ears. There was a faint smell of honey in the air, clearly because there was a forest nearby. Her eyes darted around. The sun was beautiful, but she missed the way the water reflected the moonlight in the darkness. Within the riverbank, she could see a friend she met not too long ago, Y/N. She rushed over and used one of her healing spells, but it had barely an effect on the extensive wounds their body had. Their body seemed mangled, twisted in ways barely imaginable. But still alive, their eyes opened and fell upon Shadowheart’s green ones, filled with worry. Their hand slowly reached out and touched her cheek, “Shadowheart.” They said with a weak voice, breaking at the end of her name. So short and fragile it suddenly sounded from their lips. “Shh.” Shadowheart shushed them and held them close. There wasn’t much that she could do. She found a healing potion and screwed it open, slowly pouring in the liquid to make sure they don’t choke. The flowers around the lake suddenly did not seem so pretty anymore, the water rushing only seemed to elevate the anxiety she was feeling. She felt tears stinging in her eyes as Y/N’s blood stained her clothes and armor, “Please. Hold on.”, she said quietly, begging for Shar to help them through the pain. Their goddess must take them with grace. “It’s okay, Shadowheart.” Y/N whispered, their eyes slowly glossing over with tears of their own. Their life slowly faded away, muscles going limp. Shadowheart took a few moments to mourn her friend, never wanting to see this moment again, wanting to erase it from her memory entirely. From the time they met Shadowheart knew they were something special, they felt deeply for them and never got to tell them. As Shadowheart slowly moved their body away from her own, a strange dizziness overtook her. She grabbed her head and blinked a few times, wondering if she hadn’t had enough to drink or eat, but nothing seemed to make it better. She took some water from the river and splashed it into her face, but that did nothing. She let the dizziness consume her. When Shadowheart opened her eyes, she was back where she started, back by the river and on the trail. The smell of honey lingering, the flowers blooming. Her feet carried her towards the side of the river where she spotted an all too familiar face, yet again, but back where it was - half submerged in the river. The pain would never stop, it seemed.

#Baldur's gate 3 x Reader #Shadowheart x Reader #Shadowheart #Baldur's Gate 3 #Tragedy #Groundhog Day #genderneutral reader #Angst

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Roadtrip | Thor x Male!Reader

Set after Endgame.

Once upon a time, there were two Asgardian friends named Thor and Y/N who had known each other since childhood. They had always been close, but as they grew older, their bond grew stronger. They were inseparable, and have always been. On Asgard, they trained together, fought together and stood against evil time and time again.

After everything was said and done, they fought Thanos and won, they decided to embark on a month-long adventure across the US-American country. They packed their few bags and set off in an old beat-up car, excited for all the new experiences they were about to have.

As they traveled across the country, they encountered all sorts of challenges and obstacles. They got lost in the desert, had car trouble in the middle of nowhere, and even got into an argument at one point about nothing much at all. But through it all, they stuck together and supported each other, and shared a beer or two.

One night, as they sat by the campfire, Thor realized something he had never considered before. He was in love with Y/N. He tried to push the thought away at first, telling himself it was just the result of spending so much time together. But as the days passed, his feelings only grew stronger.

One evening, after a long day of driving, they settled into their current motel room. Thor couldn't keep his feelings inside anymore. He turned to Y/N with a determined look on his face. “I cannot lie to myself any longer. You are the one I wish to be with for the rest of my life.” Y/N stared at the tall Asgardian with a small shake in his hands. For years his feelings had gone unnoticed, and after all these years Thor does feel the same? Y/N’s heart beat faster and faster with every passing second. No more was said, they pulled each other close and shared a passionate kiss.

The rest of the trip was different. They held hands, stole kisses, and whispered words of love to each other under the stars. When they finally arrived back home, they knew that their lives would never be the same.

It wasn't always easy. They knew that not everyone would accept their relationship, and they faced their fair share of questions back home. But they had each other, and that was all that mattered.

Years later, as they stood at the altar, exchanging their vows, Thor looked back on their adventure across the country and smiled. He knew that it was that trip that had changed everything. It had taken them a long time but they got there, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#Thor x Male!Reader #Thor x Reader #Marvel fanfic #Marvel x Reader #Avengers x Reader #Adventure #Roadtrip #Thor #Endgame

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Homestead | Tony x GenderNeutral!Reader | Fantasy!AU

Tony Stark and Y/N Stark had always spent their days adventuring together, exploring the enchanted forests and the mystical mountains, glittering in the distance, unattainable to some but oh so tempting for the couple. They battled many fierce monsters and discovered secret caves filled with treasures beyond their wildest dreams, enabling them to buy a beautiful homestead near a druid grove. Truly, a remarkable and adventurous life.

But it was the quiet moments that Tony treasured the most. The times when they would sit by a babbling brook and talk about their future together, or when they would curl up together in front of a roaring fire and watch the snow fall outside.

Tony and Y/N had a bond that went beyond just being great adventurers. They knew each other's strengths and weaknesses and always had each other's backs, not just in combat but also in everyday, menial tasks like washing their clothes or dishes. They shared a common goal of finding the ultimate treasure, but they also knew that the journey was just as important as the destination.

As they trekked through the wilderness, they encountered all kinds of creatures, some friendly and some not so much. But with their combined skills and quick thinking, they always managed to come out on top.

Despite the dangers they faced, Tony and Y/N always made time for each other. They would often take breaks from their travels to enjoy the beauty of the natural world around them. They would listen to the sounds of the forest, watch the stars twinkle in the sky, and marvel at the wonders of the world.

For Tony, these moments were what made life worth living. He knew that no matter what happened on their adventures, he had Y/N by his side, and that was all he needed.

#avengers x reader #marvel x reader #Tony Stark x Reader #Tony x Reader #december drabbles #Fantasy!AU #love

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Anger. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!BPD!Reader

There it was, the anger. The burning rage that felt like passion, like hate. They felt mutually exclusive on some days, painfully so. The cold marble counter felt like icicles burning into her skin. The feeling of existence was pain. And still somehow she persisted. The tears brimming in her eyes weren’t born of any sadness. It came from her soul. Her naked feet were currently standing in a relatively cold, big, dark and empty kitchen with only the dim light of the moon shining through the window to help her see. The tiles felt similarly to the countertop she was leaning on. Nothing felt real, yet everything hurt. It wasn’t fair. It was useless and without reason. Wanting to scream so loud everyone in the world would hear. But nothing ever seemed to come out of her mouth but a wail, a sob. The conflict between those actions and thoughts, feelings and wants just clashed and clashed like the ocean on a cliffside - violent and loud. Bucky’s footsteps weren’t audible. He was wearing the socks she had given him last year for christmas. He cherished them and wore them to bed, even. When she hadn’t returned to bed he got worried, his heart aching with the thoughts of what she may have done to herself. Or if she had left him for good. The latter hurt him more, if she had relapsed it would be okay, he could help. If she was gone he would feel lost, alone. She felt like the missing piece that he always searched for. His steps, soft and quiet, came to a halt in the frame of the kitchen. “Y/N…” his voice sounded soft in her ears, pulling her back to reality for a moment, her gaze not moving from the countertop. Upon hearing his voice her tears doubled, tripled, and she caved. A sob rang through the kitchen as she fell to the floor. He was there in a moment, his metal arm and his flesh close, warm. Holding her. He realised it wasn’t relapse, it was her emotions ringing through. It was difficult to tell at times, but after so much time spent together he could read her like a book. He pulled her off the cold, clean tiles onto his lap, now sitting on the floor with her in his arms. Her sobs grew louder, her tears wetting his shirt. He didn’t care. Safe haven, is what he always has been. A place where she could let go. “It hurts-” She sobbed, and almost clawed at him as if trying to grab a hold of something as she fell. It certainly felt as if she was falling into a chasm with burning hot lava, slowly eating away at her skin as she could just watch herself deteriorate into ash, then into nothingness. He just held her and made sure she knew she was not alone. That her pain was understood and shared. There was no worse feeling than being alone and he knew that. So he would sit there, hours if it took that. “Take your time, doll. I won’t ever leave.” To him a soft spoken promise, but to her? The whole world.

#december drabbles #marvel x reader #bucky x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #borderline personality disorder #angst #hurt/comfort

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