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thewritetofreespeech · 1 month

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Astarion x Reader

words: 2.6K

rating: E

pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Tav (female)

tags: heterosexual sex, fingering, sex on a table, vampire nibbles, soft ascended!astarion (sort of), cazador servants

summary: why do formal tables have to be so long? luckily they are also sturdy. [x]

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He’d been lost in the halls of the palace for hours. Though he had lived here all of his undead life, 200 years of being trapped in these walls, Astarion had never been allowed to roam free. There were still secrets to the palace left to unlock. Secrets that Cazador had kept from them, far worse and far more subtle than the grand temple he had built in the ‘basement’.

Now that it was all his, Astarion felt this incredible urge to leave no stone unturned. Partly to understand his new home. Mostly, just to spite Cazador still.

“Master Astarion.” He turned around fast to see Vilhelm standing there. Still getting used to his new role and that he could be here in the library as he wished. The human, for his part, seemed perfectly comfortable in his new role. Funny how a tenday ago he would have spit on his shoes should they pass in the hall. Now he was quick to lick them should Astarion ask. “Dinner has been served and the mistress is waiting. But if you would like! I can have it sent back to the kitchen and await your orders.”

“No, no.” He tutted at the man. Who seems an odd combination of relieved and terrified at being corrected. “A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting.”

He had no idea that dinner had even been prepared. Nor that that was something to be expected. Now that he had ascended, the hunger that tormented him for centuries had finally been sated. He wondered, as he walked the halls with Vilhelm just behind him, if he could ever be hungry again. Would ever be hungry again.

The doors to the dinning room open for him and Astarion stepped in to observe the marvelous setting. His beloved at one end of the table while candles, silver chaffers, and decorative fruits littered the mahogany all the way to the other end. “Are we expecting royalty?”

“The master…I mean…the old master preferred a formal setting when he supped.” Varderola explained. A fact that Astarion would never know because he had never been in this room to eat, only to be paraded in front of Cazador’s guest before being shunned off to dine on his dinner of rats. He truly never even knew that Cazador ate anything. “But if the master would prefer-“No.” Astarion cut in quickly with a wave of his hand. “No. This is fine.” If it was good enough for Cazador, certainly such effort was good enough for him.

He walked over to Tav and gave her a kiss on the cheek, before going to his seat at the other end of the table. Less impressed with the table setting now that he was at one end of it and her at the other. Astarion could barely see her through all the candles & greenery.

“How was the tour of the palace?” He looked up when Tav spoke. Syrin poured her wine while Vilhelm on his left did the same. “Find any bodies stuffed in a trunk somewhere?”

Astarion chuckled. “No. Not yet.” This all felt so straight.

A few months ago, he would never have dreamed to be sitting here. He would have been absolutely terrified to even consider it. Now, here he was. Free, all powerful, the people who once shunned & ridiculed him waiting on him hand and foot, richer than probably any noble in Baldur’s Gate, beloved by the most beautiful woman in the realms. Things he had dreamed of when he was shackled below, where just one of them seemed out of reach. Now he had it all.

“Is everything alright?” Tav’s voice broke him out of his thoughts again. Speaking of so far out of reach….

“Yes, it’s just…you’re so far away.” Though it still seemed strange, the comedy of all this being for just the two of them was starting to sink in.

“Oh. Well. That’s a quick fix.”

Practical, yet as impulsive as ever, Tav simply picked up her wine and her plate at walked over to his end of the table. The servants seemed mortified, but Astarion was grinning ear to ear. Of course, a simple solution.

A new chair was brought up for her and she sat down to continue their meal. As if she hadn’t just broken probably 14 etiquette rules with her stunt. “I’m glad you liked your tour. I was nervous you might have found it…overwhelming.” Her concern for his well-being, even as he was all powerful now, made his chest feel tight and his cock hard. “But I had a thought. What if we redecorated this place? Made it our own?”

Astarion sat back in his seat and sipped his wine. Leaving his rare meat untouched. “Hmm…I suppose. Cazador always did have the most abysmal taste.” He could say that out loud now. “I don’t think one thing has been updated since I was here. And that’s saying something.”

Tav scoffed. “I’m sure it will take time. And money.”

“Which is no object now.”

“And of course I would want your opinion on things.”

“Of course you would darling.” Astarion replied with his standard, jovial way. “We certainly can’t have your design expertise lead the way. The whole place would be swords, pelts, and big shiny rocks you’ve found.”

“Ha ha….” He tried to hide his grin in his wine glass. “Besides that, I wasn’t sure if there would be anything you’d want to keep. Something….sentimental?”

“You could literally pack up everything in this place and throw it into the sea for all I care.” Sentimental. What a disturbingly odd word for these walls. “Honestly, do whatever you would like. Fill the ballroom with peacocks. Paint the walls whatever color you wish. Tear the walls down if you would like. Just, one thing I do ask,” he sat his glass down and took Tav’s hand in his, “you leave the bedroom design to me.”

He kissed her hand and watched her face flush. Suddenly he was very hungry. But it wasn’t for food.

“Get out.” He heard the shuffle of feet around them, but Astarion wasn’t looking at anyone but Tav. Once he heard the doors close and latch, he surged forward. Ensnaring them in a brutal kiss. Hot and heavy. Intoxicating as much as the wine on their lips.

The hand still wrapped around Tav’s held tighter and pulled forward. Jutting her out of her seat as he fell back. Making her a new seat in his lap. Astarion grinned, all teeth, against her lips as he nipped at them. His hands all over the soft silk on her hips and back as she sighed breathless into his kiss. He’d have to remember that she needed to breathe more than him now.

“Where did you get this lovely dress?” He asked as he gave Tav a chance to do that, but still peppered kisses over her chin, neck, and delicious neck.

“I uh…Syrin found it for me….” Her responses were staggered. He had to assume that it was hard to think in the fog he was creating. “Said I should dress for dinner.”

“You needn’t do anything you don’t want to, my treasure.” Astarion told her. “If you wish to dress down, or simply be naked, then that is what you will do. Personally, I would prefer the former. Though I doubt either one of us would get anything done in a day if this perfect body was on display all the time.” The only thing they would ‘get done’ was each other. “However, I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t one of your favorites as, although it is lovely, it’s in my way.”

The silk stood no chance against him as Astarion gripped the fine material and under tulle and ripped. Tav let out a gasp as he broke her dress skirt free. It didn’t sound like one of alarm or shock, but one of arousal. One that was quickly confirmed when she rolled her hips against him. “Astarion….”

He felt that hunger grow in him again and he pulled Tav down for another long kiss. That perfect body that had slayed goblins, monsters, undead, and near gods, writhing & quivering against him in desire. It was truly more than a man could dream of.

Holding onto their kiss, Astarion blindly fumbled behind them against the table. Then, with one sweep of his long arm, sent his dinner, her dinner, the cups, the silverware, and napkins all tumbling to the ground. All of it made a horrible racket of shattered glass and broken plates, but Astarion couldn’t hear anything over Tav’s panting and the soft moan she made when he lifted her up and sat her down where all of it once was.

He pulled back to look at her. His beautiful consort. Laid out on the table on display and the picture of want. The only meal he was interested in now. “You’re radiant my treasure.”

Tav gasped. A soft sound past her lips as his cool fingers ran from them down her bodice, fingers flicking over the gold, before slipping under the edges of her torn skirt. Her shoulders lifting off the table a little with another soft gasp when he touched her entrance.

The candlelight flickered across her face in a mesmerizing dance as he continued to toy with her. “Astarion….”

“Do you like that my love.” He leaned over them to give Tav a soft kiss. To be that much closer when he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” Simple. Practical.

“I know you do my sweet. And you have me. As I have you. Aeterna Amantes.” He had meant what he said. They would be together forever. Gods willing, even after that. Surely there was some method to his new power that would make it so. But, for now, “I want you to tell me what you want. Right now.” Tav let out a sharp gasp when he ran his thumb over her clit and curled his fingers inside her the way she liked. “Let me feast on your words.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Astarion smirked. What a vulgar little kitten. Gods how he loved that something so beautiful could be so….dirty. “Fuck me Astarion. I want to cum on your cock. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you inside me when you cum. Fuck me right here on this table.”

“My sweet, sweet treasure.” He pulled his fingers free from her cunt. Her thighs quivered a bit at the loss as he undid his trousers. “How could I say no?”

He stripped out of the rest of his clothes quickly. Like a new alabaster statue for the dining room. Then he gripped Tav’s hips and yanked her to the end of the table. She made a surprised sound but bit her lip seductively right after and spread her legs wide. ‘That’s my good girl.’

Astarion lined up and thrust forward when she opened her legs for him. His treasure let out the most delicious moan when he filled her. Her back arching high off the table. Hands scrambling for purchase on the wood as she tried to anchor in the wave of pleasure. He himself felt a bit overcome, and just had to take a moment to hold still and run his thumb over the soft embroidery of her bodice with his hands still at her waist.

With his newfound abilities, his senses were also sharper than they had ever been. Even sharper than when his treasure first let him start feeding on him and he knew what feeding on thinking creatures was like. It was like the world had gone from being in a fog or dim torch light in a cave to bright, vibrant display all around him. All the colors. All the sounds. All the tastes and touch. He wanted to explore all of it. And, especially, explore all of that with Tav right now.

His hips pulled back and he thrust into her again. She called his name, and he did it again. Over and over until he was pistoling his cock into her. Much to her delight, apparently, as Tav moaned and squealed and panted beneath him.

Astarion grinned wickedly as he watched his beloved and the city’s hero fall apart under him. Beautifully taking his cock. Thrusting up to meet him in perfect unison like the perfect pair they were. That wonderful look of agonizing ecstasy on their face.

The vampire lifted one of Tav’s legs wrapped around his waist up to his shoulder. The change in position lets him thrust harder, deeper and they cry out louder for him. He kissed the inside of their ankle and gave them a brief glance before he sunk his teeth into it. “Ah…Astarion….” His beloved fell back against the table. Nearly liquid as he drained hers from her body. His thrusts slowing from a hard fuck to something more sensual.

He felt a little drunk. All parts of him consumed in this moment as he literally consumed Tav. Body and soul. Astarion’s fangs release from her flesh and his treasure let out a little whimper when he did. “That’s it my sweet. Let it go.” He reached down between them to rub her clit. A set of sharp inhales following as Tav seemed desperate to get air in her lungs to withstand this pleasure. “You wanted to cum on my cock, right? Feel me cum inside you? Well, as always, I provide. Cum for me, my treasure. Break open for me.”

His words and touch seem to do the trick as Tav’s walls were quickly seizing around his cock, while screaming out in pleasure from her orgasm. Music to his ears.

Astarion continued to thrust through her orgasm but quickly followed. Spilling his seed inside her, as requested, before he collapsed in his chair from exhaustion soon after. From this angle, he was greeted with a perfect view of her cunt. Red and swollen. Wet from her juices and his cum. He was tempted to lean forward and taste it. Dessert after his meal, if he could only get out of this chair.

The moment past though as Tav quickly sat up on her elbows and closed her legs. Spoil sport. “We ruined dinner.”

“So?” Actually, he had had his dinner. In case she forgot.

“But they worked so hard on it. I feel bad we wasted it.”

Astarion scoffed. Of course his beloved would feel sorry for the servants. She had a big heart for the less fortunate. Like him, or who he used to be. “Their job is to work. Not be appreciated.” He told her.

Getting a second wind, Astarion stood from his seat again and wrapped his arm around Tav as he stood between his legs. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure some of it can be saved if you want a nibble later. I know I will.” He loved the sound of her giggle when he nipped at her ear. More music from his precious consort. “But, for now, let’s retire to our chambers and let them clean this up. We can discuss how to improve them. I’m thinking gossamer curtains, a four-post bed, and a mirror above it now that I can see my reflection with you in it.” Tav laughed as if it were a joke, but it wasn’t.

He would let her know about that later. Right now, he wanted to go back to the bedroom and sate this hunger that was still inside him.

His hunger for blood may have been sated with his ascension, but hunger for sex & Tav seemed stronger than ever now.

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sarathrwizard · 1 month

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Comic in the Works!

It's called 'Snow Day Gone Astray'. (If not just the working title.)

Here's A sneak peek of a page I did!

The 'I Care' comic is main priority right now. So I'll be working on that first.

But in the meantime, what do you think is causing that noise?

#rottmnt #riseofthetmnt #saverottmnt #donnie #angst #fanfiction #leo #comic #raph #mikey #comic page #colored pencil #pen sketch #on paper

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van-dort-t · 2 months

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I wanted to draw this mask ever since chapter 4 of ttnbd by @lordisitmine. I just love those costumes! Ciel's phoenix mask is coming next!

#ttnbd #lordisitmine #my fanart #fanfiction art #black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #raven #masquerade mask #masquerade costume #black butler art #fanart #corbeau #I just realised I should've bent the tip of the beak inward #still not bad after two years of not drawing #made with fineliner pens on paper

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batcavescolony · 4 months

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Ok let's be real a second. Someone made a comment that I saw that said something along the lines of 'Fanfic isn't that deep it's not Social Commentary, it's just writing' and they couldn't be FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH.

First the definition of Social Commentary

Every song you listen to, every book you read, every art you like is social commentary. When you headcanon a character as POC or Queer, when you base a fic of something that happened to you, the second you begin to write your fanfic you're now producing Social Commentary.

Fandom and Fanfic isn't in a void, it interacts with the world. Anne Rice the writer of Vampire Chronicles (+others) sent Cease & Desist orders to popular fanfic writers. You know how writers put 'I do not own [original work], it belongs to [author].'? That's because of her! How many books now are ex-FanFic! How many fics are written to spite the writers? How many fandoms have raised money for a cause? How many people write to feel seen?

While fanfic IS a fun way to express yourself, whether you see it that way or not, that's not the ONLY thing it's is. it's an act of defiance, it can change how people see the world, it's can actually change the world! Fanfic IS political, it IS social commentary, IS that deep and don't forget that.

#fan fiction #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic #fanon #fanart #social commentary #fanfic writing #give your self credit fanfic writers.#the pen is mightier than the sword #writers #writers on tumblr #give fandom some credit #anne rice #ding dong the witch is dead #everything you write says something about you. its a bit of yourself on paper (or screen) that you give to others.#no one writes the same thing as you because no one has lived the same life as you. to add a bit off topic to this its also why AI writing #kinda sucks. ai has no opinion; has no true thoughts; no true life; so how can it write about something without sounding kinda dead?#it can probably string together a line or two but how can it write a story with no humanity?#here. one line story by an ai. `The sun set on the horizon as the lone traveler continued on their journey.#at ai has never seen a sunset or a horizon. its never actually seen or been a traveler. id never be able to write a story about a human-#when it has no humanity its self. write about heart break when it doesn't have a heart to break? write about hate when it can never hate?#human mediocrity will always be better then anything ai can come up with.#tumblr

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castleficpromoter · 10 days

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#castle fanfiction #update #complete #Pen to Paper Writer #Rated: K

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earanemith · 3 months

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Promises made: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Pen and Paper

Eli was annoyed when Officer Tuvia left his office. He had big plans in place for Ziva, missions she was vital for. He had finally been able to convince the new director at NCIS, Leon Vance, an old friend, to send his daughter back to him. The recently deceased director Jenny Sheppard had been a big pain. Being to loyal to Ziva to care for the politics of not sending her back. After Ziva's first year at NCIS he tried and get her back but being stonewalled every time. He had wanted his best agent back for some time. And now this, when he finally had her back. He had read the reports. Knowing officer David was off duty and should have let the active agents and police handle it.

He had been surprised when Officer Tuvia tried to go against him on behalf of Ziva. He remembered her as skinny young girl, playing with both of his daughters, always seeming to hang around. He never would have thought she would become as good of an officer as she had. There was however a big flaw he now found out, having hoped with the years apart that it would have faded. Loyalty. The wrong kind of loyalty not to country but to a friend. Another person with too much loyalty to Ziva not to their country.

Even though the hour was late he placed a call to Officer Hadar. Telling him he needed to be assured word of Ziva being in the hospital would not get out. Make sure that little detail would be erased from the reports both the one from officer Tuvia as well as from the ones form the police. Just as well as any mention from any news outlet that a Mossad officer had been involved in any way shape or form with the drive by. Having already send a couple of agents to deal with the perpetrators was enough.

Right before he finally left for the night he left a note for his secretary to inform the hospital to contact them when his daughter woke up. For he could not spare the time to go to the hospital. She was in a coma after all, and would not notice him not being there. Further it would not look good for the director of Mossad to spent his time in the hospital. Their enemies might get the wrong idea's. Thinking him old and ill. And trying to uproot everything he worked for. No, duty came first.

Late at night working on his boat, only the working light on Gibbs tried to work out his frustration. He did not like being blindsided by Leon Vance like that. With one short meeting, an ever shorter list of orders he lost his team.

Something that Gibbs would never admit to anyone out loud was that his team brought great comfort to him. After all the hurt and pain in his early life he could not deny that every single one of those kids meant something to him. That was one of the big reasons he had come back after his brief stint in Mexico.

Tony, Tim and Ziva. When the games Leon was playing had finished he would get them back where they were supposed to be. Having been lost deep inside of his thoughts something made him snap out of it. Looking at his phone for the time he saw it was time to go.

The first email from Abby and McGee had finally gotten through. Just like he'd thought, they had responded almost immediately to him. Something to do with his clearance level and the internet. Believing the young marine who'd finally helped him out Tony did not. The marine probably believed Tony to be bad with computers since he seemed to dumb down the way he talked after he asked Tony to type in his password to unlock the laptop so he'd be able to look at it.

Fine, Tony thought, as long as things worked right now he did not mind being viewed as a bit of a luddite. Still no email from Ziva. Why had he agreed not to call her, he was itching to do that right about now. Wanting to hear her voice, talk to her, get his head on straight. The first case on board had not been an easy one. A lot of suffering, a marine who went home just a bit more broken than before. He needed his friend to talk him through it. Finding out how much for granted he had taken her silent support the past years. Abby would not be an option. McGee would try to understand but in the end he would not fully, for the side of Tony he didn't let anyone see was the one needing the venting, the emotional release. Ziva, he needed Ziva, he needed his best friend.

"You cannot email me Tony" She'd said. Not trusting her email wasn't being watched. Even the secure and secret one she would email him from.

Not really realizing what he was doing until the first words were written down. He'd taken up a pen and paper and had started to write. Actually write a letter, a bit old fashioned maybe. As he poured all his thoughts out on the paper he hoped Ziva would appreciate his effort. Knowing her love for ready books he hoped it also extended to handwritten letters. For the first word he'd written was her name. Addressing the letter to her.

'Ziva,

Look at me, actually writing with pen and paper. Isn't that something a dashing fellow would do in one of your Israeli romance novels? Just as this.

I miss you.

Yes I know. Me, admitting to missing you. It's been close to two weeks. I still haven't heard from you. '

For a moment resting the pen, hoping that writing everything as if she'd answer him would help. He picked the pen back up and continue writing the letter, everything he needed to share with her. With her name and after the rest of the letter a new habit had formed.

Each time his head was full and he needed to share what he couldn't with McGee, each time he thought of her and all the things he'd wanted them to do and discover together, he wrote.

These letters could never be send out. Tony would make sure to save them all and once he would get back to NCIS keep them with him. One day, when Ziva and him would take their chance he would make sure to let her read them.

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roseyjustice · 8 months

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Fours a Crowd, Right?

Wordcount: 627 words

Ship: Whisper/Guzma

CWs: bit of insecurity talk, but it's mostly reassurance talk and fluffy times!

Summary: The aftermath of Guzma and Whisp's first date has some unexpected tag alongs. For Day 1 of Selfshiptember, first date!

The silence walking along the path was very loud, Guzma could say.

"Sooo," he started, untangling a stray stick from his hair,"not the worst date I've eva' been on!"

A small embarrassed groan was all he got as a response. Whisp was trudging along Guzma's right side and looking like they'd love to disappear into the collar of his sweater. A sweet looking Appletun was chilling in Whisp's arms, its stubby tail wagging happily.

Guzma had a plan for just Whisp and him to walk through one of the larger Pokémon reserves on Ula'ula Island. It was still pretty small, but he knew it would be a perfect place to take Whisp on their first official date.

Being able to see the groves changing leaves and the Pokemon preparing for the seasonal changes - no matter how small they were in alola - was sure to warm the daycare runner to Guzma.

Guzma had planned for everything and nothing was going to ruin it!

Well, nothing that he couldn't plan for anyway. The Pumpkaboo currently resting in his own arms was definitely not something he could've predicted.

Whisp tugged a leaf free from their own hair. They twisted it in their hand for a few minutes, building courage and took a deep breath.

Guzma winced, shifting Pumpkaboo closer, almost as a shield. This was where Whisp for sure never wanted to go on another date.

"I'm..I'm sorry.."

Guzma startled, turning slightly to fully look at them,"uh, what?"

Whisper's cheeks were bright red and he seemed to bury further into his sweater at Guzma's full attention being on him. His eyes were planted firmly on Appletun as he tucked the scrap of cloth keeping it warm around the content Pokémon.

"I'm sorry for, you know, ruining the date, I just s-saw these two in the grove, a-and they're not regionally native and there were no signs for them s-so..," Whisp gave a helpless shrug as their voice faltered.

Guzma could only really stare at him. The two stowaways were unexpected but did Whisp really blame himself?

"Wha- huh? Doll, ya ain't gotta apologize," Guzma stopped and rested his hand on Whisp's shoulder, stopping them in their tracks as well. Pumpkaboo shifted in Guzma's arms, it's curl brushing Whisp's cheek and gave a reassuring trill.

"These two probably got carted here accidentally or as some jerk poachers meal ticket, yeah?" Whisp nodded in agreement. Guzma wasn't too well read on the subject but he knew enough that it wasn't uncommon for people to ferry pokemon across region borders, no matter how harmful it could be to the natural region.

"Now did I expect this date to end with ya' practically divin' through bushes after two wild pokemon? No. Did I expect to be crawling through mud on a first date? Not a chance," Guzma shrug, throwing Whisp a wide almost feral grin ,"Did that stop me from followin' along after ya' and helping, hoping to impress ya just little bit? Ha! In your dreams!"

Whisp jolted, slightly taken aback, before a wide smile finally broke out across their face. They giggled, clutching Appletun tightly, who gave a small huff at the manhandling.

Guzma felt himself practically melt. He hoped to hear their laugh as often as he could.

"Bit of a callback to our first meeting huh?"

"Oh, definitely, Doll! Besides," Guzma reached behind their ear, pulling a stray leaf from Whisp's hair,"ya look real cute crawlin' outta a bush while wrestlin' a nearly feral pokemon in your arms. I practically coulda married you right there"

Guzma grinned proudly as Whisp's cheeks almost flared red again.

It wasn't the perfect first date he had planned, but Guzma felt like he could call this one a complete success.

#self ship community #selfshiptember #romantic selfship #self ship writing #self ship fanfiction #self shipping community #pokemon self ship #guzma x self insert #pokemon self insert #um !! bit nervous posting this !!#its my first writing in a few years and the first im sharing in a while #especially on this blog #also it might be a little clunky since I'm not much of a writer akxnsksn #but i hope y'all like it !!#ship: fellow rejects crew ☠️#🖋️ pen to paper (writing tag) 🖋️#<- place holder tag lol

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binkysteebnpewter · 2 years

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Pens & Paper || Ch5

A/N: I’m so sorry, here’s the fixed Chapter 5. Chapter 6 will be out in a few short hours after I swim for a bit and eat some dinner. I’m sorry for the confusion, the last post of Ch5 has a mistake/unfinished conversation in it.

Warning ⚠️: Toxic Family relation, deadnaming, mature topics, etc.

Taglist: @thatonebirdsposts @ghostbread892 @thomasthetankson @treasureofmy-heart @hananyax @sayah13 @iwillpokeyouwithmyknife

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teejaywyatt1 · 2 years

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In the coming weeks I’m planning to update In My Dreams, Amaranthine, Heat of the Moment, Skyline, and finally release the Anton Chigurh Fic. I don’t have a particular order in which I’ll update them yet, I guess it depends on which one y’all want first. So just take a vote on this post or the ask box and I’ll get right to work. Stay tuned! Mama is workin! ��🏾😘

#It’s usually takes me some time for the next chapters to come together #I’m putting this pen to paper regardless though #Hopefully I start updating weekly again #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #skyline #john wick #original female character #I literally came up with chapter concepts yesterday that I want to use

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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Thought I'd show off the binder I've been carrying with me everywhere I go as well as my emotional support Levi because mental illnesses do be a bitch.

*slaps the top of my binder* this thing can hold so many thoughts about Levi

#me #personal #i use my laptop when i actually write it out #but sometimes using a pen and paper is more productive for me #so ill write out little scenes or blurbs in here #as well as new fic ideas #and characterizations for certain people #attack on titan #levi ackerman #attack on titan fanfiction #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #is this cringe to post?#maybe #but I'm out here fighting for my life to be as authentic as possible #so uh #here yall go

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thewritetofreespeech · 8 months

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Akashi Seijuro x Reader

summary: just a heartstrings thing I came up with

You arrived at the Seijuro estate on time, because you knew that Akashi liked you to be punctual. You also wanted to be on time because you were a little anxious to see Akashi.

When he called you he sounded a little nervous on the phone. A trait you had never heard from him in his voice, so you were curious what was going on. It couldn’t be that you were coming over. You had been to his place many times; mostly when his father was away. He also hadn’t give you any special plans to deal with as he said you’d just be ‘hanging out’. So you wanted to know what was going on.

“Akashi!” You exclaimed when you saw the red head at the door. A soft smile on his face as he spotted you.

“Hello [Y/N]. I trust the drive was well?”

“Yep. Smooth sailing as always.” You turn to see the valet pulling your car away into the driveway. “So, what did you want to do today? Watch a movie? Play a round on the tennis court?”

Akashi chuckled. “In a little bit. I thought we could go on a walk first.”

You look down to see Akashi holding a bouquet of flowers. “Are those for me?!”

“No.” He told you. “Yours are inside. These are…well...just come with me.” There was that nervous tone again. It was more unnerving in person.

You don’t ask anymore questions and just follow Akashi. The two of you walk to a secluded area of the property that you’d never been to before. A part that looked like no one had been to before in a long while. “Akashi, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Was all he told you.

You walk a few more paces before the path broke into a small clearing. Like in a fairy tale. Only there wasn’t a mysterious pound with shimmering light, or a bunch of fairies fluttering around in secret. It was just a small clearing, with some flowers, and a single gravestone.

“Hello mother.”

You were shocked at Akashi’s words. Watching him walk up to the stone and place the flowers. “It’s been a long time. I hope you are well. These are for you.” This all seemed very weird. But then again, you hadn’t really experienced death often in your life, and everyone experienced it differently. “I’m sorry they aren’t your favorite but at this time of year, you know. I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. School, work, basketball. I’m sure you understand. I have friends now again, so I’m sure you would be pleased. I fact, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Akashi turned back and reached his hand out to you. You take it and come closer to him, standing by his side. “This is [Y/N]. My s/o. They’re very special to me so I wanted you to meet them. I…wish you could meet them….”

You felt Akashi squeeze your hand tighter as his voice got tighter too. “It’s very nice to meet you.” You didn’t really know what to say. “You have a wonderful son Mrs. Seijuro-san. You would be very proud of him.”

A gentle breeze came through the clearing, and you have to chalk it up to coincidence, but your heart felt like it was really her giving her blessing. “Let’s head back.”

The two of you make it out of the clearing and back to the main property quickly. “I’m sorry if that was awkward for you.” Akashi finally said. Still holding your hand. “It didn’t seem right to spring it on you, but it also didn’t seem right to tell you ‘hey, let’s go visit my mother’s grave’.”

“I would have gone if you told me.”

He smiled a little. “I know you would have. Still, it was…just something I wanted to do.”

You squeezed his hand back this time and hugged his arm. “You miss your mom.”

“Terribly.”

“And that’s ok. I wish I could have met her too. In pictures, she always seems really nice. And pretty.”

“She was. On both accounts.”

“Do you think she would have liked me?”

Akashi squeezed your hand back again. “She would have adored you.”

There was another gentle breeze across the courtyard as you came inside. It felt warm and comforting. It was funny. This was probably the oddest, but also best received, ‘meet the parents’ you’d ever been too. You certainly hoped meeting his father one day would go just as well.

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