#I wish I was a little space creature so I could tell the moon how much I love her!!!

[bunnys-kisses]

trust - astarion ancunin

pairing: astarion ancunin x fem!reader rating:  18+ tags: pwp, smut, outdoor sex, intimacy & love, missionary, sappy & sweet

Oh how times had changed. Astarion was a new man, more of a man than he was for the past two hundred years. He was no longer a captive to a sadistic vampire master who only saw Astarion as a means to capture prey.

And it all changed because the vampire spawn made the acquaintance of a young traveller. If Astarion had a bit more malice in his heart he would've killed you or at least tried. But you showed him a kindness that he didn't understand at first.

 'Why me?' He'd often think to himself when you proved that there was no malicious intent with your actions. If he wanted to be free from the curse of a spawn, then you'd help him with his goal. It took him a while to get adjusted to the freedom.

But Astarion was a curious man. The way a moth is curious when nearing a flame. He wondered if he'd get burned, or worse, fully disintegrated. Dust from your simple touch.

  “I want you.” He said softly one night, his voice low in your ear, “Will you join me tonight?” His slender fingers caught strands of your hair. It was an old seduction tactic, but it wasn't to find food for his master. It was to indulge in passion for himself.

You looked over to him. Your eyes met his, you were captivated by the red of his eyes. You could only describe them as rubies, but you knew they held a lot of heartbreak. Only one look at his back gave you all the answers you needed.

  “Astarion.” You replied, “Do you want me to join you?”You fully turned around. There was a slight height difference between you two so you had to tilt your head to look at him, “Do you want me, or do you want to feed?”

He frowned, “Of course I want you, why wouldn't I?” He leaned in closer, “I want to know what our party leader tastes like. You freed me of my strings, darling. I am no puppet to no master. If I want you, it's of my own free will.” His expression softened.

You reached for him and touched his face. His skin was cool and soft. Part of you expected it to be like marble the way his features were carved. Your gaze quickly dropped to his lips before you made eye contact once more. You dragged your touch down to his chest and placed your hand over where his heart was.

If it was still beating you wondered if it would be racing. Questions of Astarion's mortal place died on your tongue, bringing up the past would only ruin the mood.

Just as Astarion was curious about you, you were curious about him. A high elf turned vampire, a magistrate turned spawn. A creature of the night with an insatiable lust for blood. So many questions yet so little answers.

  “Tell me again you want me.” You said.

He leaned closer, he crowded into your space as he said softly, “I want you. I want all of you, darling. I want to know what you feel like inside and out. I wish to devour you whole.” He pulled away, his hand took yours, “Is that enough convincing?“

You frowned, ”I am trusting you, Astarion.“

He chuckled, ”That's the first I've ever heard that. I don't think anyone has ever trusted me.“ He took your other hand, his fingers locked with yours, ”This will be exciting then, Trust.“ You could see the hint of a smile on his lips. You were inclined to smile back.

You gave him his freedom. You ripped the chains from him and gave him the choice to determine his own life. You could not heal his vampirism, but you could care for him. Maybe make him believe he wasn't a monster.

Trust. There was a nice ring to it. Trust between two willing parties and as he led you through the thick of the woods, you were more than willing to see how deep the trust ran.

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The moon hung heavy in the sky as if it was threatening to drop on the earth. It cast a light across the land as you stepped out from the woods and into a clearing.

You held his hand tighter when you heard the call of an owl from the top of one of the trees.

  ”I'm certain an owl won't hurt you, darling.“ He led you to behind a grand rock, ”If It does, however. I'll slit its throat.“ His smile grew before he took you by the face and pulled you in for a tight kiss.

You tensed for a moment, your eyes widened before you relaxed into his touch and melted into the kiss. You held onto his arms and further the kiss. You could hear your heart racing in your ears. This was a strange feeling.

You had been intimate with men before. You were no stranger to their anatomy. But there was something enthralling about Astarion that you couldn't put into words. He was unlike any other being you had known.

He shuddered against your kiss before he pulled away, his breathing was a tad heavier. He sank with you down to the grass. The boulder obscured you both from viewing. It allowed you a little more privacy.

No owls had to see what you two were about to do.

  ”I've become addicted to you, my dear. I had been in a cage for so long and you freed me without a second thought.“ He took your face in his hands and he gazed down at you, ”You could've easily made me your slave. But instead you are more than willing to put a stake through the heart of my master. We have killed for each other and quite frankly,  I'll continue to kill anyone who gets in our way.“

You wrapped your arms around him delicately, ”I want you to be a free man,  Astarion. Even if I want to, I could never tame you. It would be like taming the great North Star, it's impossible.“

He chuckled softly, ”Getting soft on me now, aren't we?“ He tried not to feel the tug in his chest from your kind words. Maybe it was a desire to be in control and not collapse from the weight of your kind words.

You moved his hands away from your face and you held both of them to your eye level. You kissed his cold knuckles, all of his skin was smooth and soft. He hadn't aged a day in over two hundred years. You closed your eyes, ”You are the brightest star I can see.“ You opened them once more to meet his gaze, ”I would follow you to the pit of hell if it meant being by your side.“

Astarion looked at you, with minor shock across his face. He turned his head briefly to compose himself before he looked back to you, ”I think you'll be leading me to hell, darling. But it shall be much warmer with you by my side.“

You two kissed once more. Slowly you were stripped of your clothes. You parted so he could get your armour off of you along with the clothes underneath. Soon your items laid around you. You pressed your bare chest up against the front of his shirt.

The softness of the material tickled your breasts and paired with the cool air, your nipples grew hard. You exhaled deeply as you propped yourself up against the rock. You could feel the heat lingering in your face.

You could feel the heat intensify as he began to strip himself. You had seen Astarion nude before, you have seen all of your members nude at one point or another. It was the reality of being so close together. But under the pale moonlight, he looked less like a monster and more like a divine being.

Carved from the highest quality marble, the lines of his body enticed you. You swallowed as your eyes reached his hardened cock. Your hands dug into the green grass under you. It was impressive, sizable but not intimidating. To see it that close was far different than seeing it from a distance as he bathed in the river.

He noticed your gaze and reached down to touch the top of your head. His hand combed through your hair as he said, ”No need to feed my ego, darling. I know what you're going to say.“

You looked up to his face and straightened up, ”I didn't say anything.“

He laughed, ”You don't have to, I can see it in the lines of your forehead.“ He rubbed his thumb against the creases to smooth them out, ”I guess you want me as much as I want you.“

  ”I want you.“ You confirmed.

He got down to the ground quickly and encroached on your space once more. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, mindful of the scars on his back. The kiss you shared was more heated then the previous ones.

The time for affection was over as lust emerged. It heated your body as you both laid in the grass. His hands explored your body. He ran fingers across your own scars. He felt every curve that you possessed,  he felt the moles and the raised scars from your dedication to training. You heard him hiss into the kiss as he grew more aroused by the feeling of you so close to him.

In over two hundred years he never had the fortune of a lover like you.

He laid you out on the grass,  he gazed down at you. He kept himself up as he dug his hands in the grass under you. He took a moment to admire you. He had seen many mortal nude during his time on this planet. But there was a connection between you two that he couldn't deny. It wasn't sex for the sake of a meal. It was sex built on a foundation of trust.

For the first time in a long time,  Astarion trusted you. In his eyes you could do no wrong.

If he was a star, then you were the angel that hung him up in the night sky.

  ”My darling." He said softly as he grabbed you by the waist and rested himself on his heels. His cock stood at full attention as he rubbed it up against your cunt.

You covered your face with his hands, “Astarion.”

  “Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see how I make you feel.“ He replied as he reached to your face and pulled away your hands, ”Don't make me pin them down.“

You swallowed, ”You don't have to."

  "Good.“ He replied softly. He brushed his cock up against your wet slit. He exhaled sharply from the feeling. It made his cock twitch with excitement. He soon guided his cock into your sweet sex.

He tried to pace himself so as to not cause you discomfort. He kept his eyes on you for any signs of pain as he sank further into you. His jaw tensed as he felt the warmth of lust spread from his gut. Soon he had every last centimetre inside of you.

You had taken him so well. He leaned down to pull you into a tight kiss, his hands were back on your hips as to guide them up and down his cock. You let out a high pitched noise that was muffled by his lips on yours.

  ”You feel divine, darling.“

  ”Shit, Astarion.“ You replied. Your heart drummed in your chest, your breathing was heavy as you laid in the soft grass. When he thrusted up into you it felt like his cock was pushing your insides up into your throat or maybe it was your heart trying to make a quick escape from the amount of pleasure you felt through your body.

You'd dare to say that your intimate encounter was romantic. Two bodies together in the depths of lust. He leaned over you and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. In an effort to keep both of you quiet as you rutted like animals.

He played with your breasts as you tighten your legs around his waist. The sounds of your love making filled the open night air. You were thankful that you were far enough away from camp that there wouldn't be any curious members trying to seek you two out.

As if Astarion wasn't going to let the others know in his own sly way. Especially in front of Gale, who he thought had his eye on you. The vampire could have a jealous streak run through him like a splash of light in a dark sky.

Your hands roamed his shoulders, your fingers dipped low enough to touch the scars on his back. He melted into your touch, a sign of comfort towards your hands on him.

When he broke the kiss, he continued to thrust inside of you.. His eyes met yours once more, ”You look lovely under me.“

You reached out for him and held his face as you moved in time with his thrusts. You replied, ”I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.“

  ”Good.“ He said, 'Because I have no intention of letting you under another man or woman. For as long as your heart beats, you will be mine.”

You leaned up to kiss him on the nose. It was so intimate as you replied, “That sounds good to me.” Then you two kissed once more as you felt yourself nearing climax.

Hands roamed, bodies moved. Lust filled the night air as the two of you made love under the moonlight. A life with the vampire didn't seem so horrible. You tightened your legs around him as he rocked back and forth against you.

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of intimacy between you two. Trust was all you could think of. It was the adhesive that kept you two together, that and an undying, unwavering commitment to one another.

Astarion, the vampire and you, the mortal, rutted against one another in the dead of night. You gripped onto his shoulders as the intense feeling of climax flooded your bloodstream and made you light headed.

You yearned for the release. You wanted to orgasm on his cock. You could feel the grass stick to your sweaty back as the two of you moved together. The gentle sounds between you two as the urge became stronger.

You were no longer alone in these travels. You didn't only have a party to rely on, but also a vampiric lover who wanted nothing more than to devour you. You were his; mind, body and soul. But he too was yours in the same way.

Matched in wits and skill. Fighters till the end. The thought excited you. What would become of your future?

With another searing kiss, you both climaxed in each other's arms. You clawed your nails down his arms as his grip bruised your hips. With a final thrust, he finished inside of you. He marked you as his, and the thought made his body run hot.

When he pulled away, he looked down at you. He said with a smile, ”Forever mine.“ Before he pulled out of you and laid beside you in the grass.

Your breathing was laboured as you laid next to him. You could feel  his cum stick to your inner thigh as he spooned you. You held his hand as he held you by the middle.

His lips grazed at your neck. He sighed with content, ”I could turn you tonight and we'd be together until the sun melted the earth.”

You chuckled softly, “How about we finish our quest first. Then we can spend eternity together.”

He replied, “I can be impatient. But I will be patient for you, my love.”

You relaxed into his arms and felt your eyes grow heavy, “Good. Now let's kill Cazador.”

He chuckled, “Of course, my dear.” Then laid one last kiss onto your heated skin. He was scared at the thought of seeing his master again. But maybe, just maybe, with you by his side, he'll gain the courage to break himself fully free of the chains he carried.

If you believed he could be free, then he'll trust you and believe it himself.

#bunny writes #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion #astarion smut #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

[bookofbonbon]

creatures from within the woods - aemond targaryen.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Imprisonment. Paralysis. Witchcraft. Implied assault.

Summary: Aemond had often been warned about the strange and dangerous creatures from within the woods who looked like humans but, he just had to have you.

Word Count: 1049.

A/N: Old fic from over a year ago that I posted then immediately deleted.

Blood weeps from the open wound, an unnaturally steady stream of red flowing from the cut in your palm and pooling at the edge of the make-shift altar you arranged with what materials you had.

Chanting quietly to yourself, an uneasy feeling goes down your spine. You sense his presence before he makes himself known, body vibrating with the weight of each of his steps as he draws nearer to your cage, wait- no. Your chambers as he so kindly put it but, a gilded cage is still a cage. 

When he enters, he does so quietly so as to not disturb you and you don’t allow him to either, remaining as distant and stoic as you always do when he’s around. The few times you did pay him mind however, you never showed him your true face, only the one you had carefully crafted for him. 

Aemond's gaze wanders the apartment that was once occupied by his elder half-sister and her family, concern growing in the pit of his stomach when he notices that you’ve once again opted to eat little to nothing. 

He thinks nothing this time. 

“You’ve barely eaten since your arrival, I do not wish to see you harm yourself in this way. Please, you must eat,” Aemond pleads.

“I will,” you mumble, distracted. “Soon.”

You roll your shoulders, trying to loosen the stiff muscles in your arms - manacles weighing heavy on your wrists; you could’ve easily removed them but, you were drawing from them - as you watch your blood prickle as if a thousand needles moved through it before it begins a slow slither to the altar’s centre. 

You were too weak to do this on your own.

Satisfied, you rise from your knelt position with a slight wince, still not quite used to the rigidity of human bones.

“You know,” you begin, rubbing at the shedding skin of your hands. “Your mother visits me some... she speaks oft of your visits to the Sept?”

Aemond nods, the gesture unseen but felt. In the same way that you could feel his longing gaze at your back; willing you to look at him so you may see the depths of the love he holds for you. He knew in his heart that once you did, all your resentment for him would disapparate.

“Yes,” he finds his words. 

This was simply not the way he wanted or imagined things to be and they wouldn't have been if you had just come willingly with him when he found you in the woods.

“Tell me… what do your Gods whisper to you in the quiet of the Sept?”

Aemond’s eyes widen, surprised by the question but quick to answer. 

“They offer me forgiveness,” he tells you softly. Careful still not to disturb the peace and, oblivious to the way your skin shimmers oddly beneath the moon's light. “They tell me in time that you will too.”

Your body stills, head turning slowly toward him with narrowed eyes. The wickedness that lurked beneath your beautiful face threatening to reveal itself.

Gliding inhumanly across the room, you leave the smallest of spaces between the two of you. Aemond’s gaze wide-eyed and foggy, unshed tears lining the edge of his eye as he peers down at you.

How pleased you were that you no longer had to wait. If you had to spend a minute more with the bumbling fool, you would sooner kill yourself than him. 

Sliding your hands from the manacles, you reach toward him and caress the side of his face with your bloodied hand. The heavy thud going unnoticed by Aemond as he leans into your touch and presses himself against you, his forehead touching yours. He’s careful in his next moves, his nose brushing gently against yours, breaths intermingling for a few moments before he hesitantly closes the gap between your mouths and you allow him. With closed eyes, he presses the softest of kisses to your lips, savoring the feeling of your willing lips against his. But, with each second that passes his kisses grow hungrier, his lust making itself known as he presses himself harder against you - the young Prince too caught up in the moment to notice the odd tingling sensation starting in his mouth. 

Pulling away from him, Aemond’s lips try to follow you until you press a firm hand on his chest. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he remains dazed, eye still closed as he commits the feeling of your lips to memory. But the sweet moment is snatched away when you bring those same lips to his ear.

“Your Gods may forgive you but, I never will,” you hiss.

Aemond rears back, a cold feeling washing through him as you raise the fog clouding his vision and reveal your true self; a low hiss emanating from your chest as a forked tongue flickers out from between your lips and serpentine eyes stare back at him. 

It’s only then that Aemond smells the blood on his skin and sees the red of your hand. His gaze following the bloody trail that drips from between your fingers and leads to the altar behind you. Horror setting in as he finds the socket of his eye hollow, the blue stone sitting in the altar's centre. 

“What have you done?” Aemond roars, slamming you against the nearest wall.

He pushes his forearm into your neck but it isn’t you who begins to gasp for breath.

Body weakening, Aemond’s arm drops against his will, the limb too heavy to hold. He steps dizzily away from you, thoughts moving quicker than he could; his legs turning to lead as he dives desperately toward the altar. An attempt to stop whatever it is you've set into motion but, it's too late. His body ceases and he falls to the ground with a heavy thump.

Aemond had always been warned about the strange and dangerous creatures from within the woods who looked like humans but were not. But he couldn't help himself, he had to have you and, now with his head laid beside the altar, regret courses through him as he stares in unblinking terror as your blood finishes coiling its way around his sapphire and seals his fate.

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[sourtomatola]

Guilt filled you as you thought about what the boys go through every night. They were torn apart and fixed every night and there was little you could do about it. If you tried to stop them, you might be killed to protect the companies’ investments. If you called the police, they may not care since the boys may not be considered living creatures. If you tried to out the candy company through social media and the like, it might make more trouble for Sun and Moon. Might get them locked away or worst. Like if the factory closed the tours and kept everyone but close workers inside.

“I wish I could do more for you guys. I can’t even sneak anything in for you cause they check everyone’s bags at the gate and stuff.” You frowned sadly. “They even check pockets.”

“Couldn’t you take medicine to keep you from being in pain at least? You know, during the…harvest?” You asked, cringing at the word harvest.

Moon shook his head as he kept drinking from the syrup tube. He tried to suck more, but the tube seemed to have run dry, making him look at it with a sigh. “No, it changes the taste of the candy. And the effects. One time, Freddy found some painkillers from one of the harvesters once, and all of the chocolate and jelly that was harvested the next day was considered tainted and defective.”

You blinked before looking at them. “Chocolate AND jelly?”

Sun rubbed his healing arms. “Didn’t you go through the tour? Many times?”

“Not going to lie, I kind of zoned out after seeing you guys. I was focusing on you guys since…you know, my job was to get the Sundrop and Moondrops.”

“Sorry, habit…But, how are you going to be paid? Don’t you have to be paid to live?” Sunny asked worriedly.

The fact that he was worried about you meant a lot. You had hoped they thought of you as someone they could trust. You may be a PI, but you wanted others to trust you to do right by people. “Don’t you worry about me, Sunny, I’ll be okay. Thank you though.” You smiled. “Tell me about the others though! Freddy is chocolate and jelly??”

“Ooh yeah! So He’s a chocolate covered Gummy bear, and Bonnie is a chocolate bunny.” Sun said cheerfully. “The company turns the candy they take off of them into mini versions of them. Them and Chica are a big hit around Easter.”

“Oh yeah, Chica is like an easter Peep right?”

“Uuuuh, you mean marshmallow and sugar right?”

“Yeah of course! Those are Easter Peeps. What about Foxy, I heard He was something weird...”

Sun made a somewhat disgusted face. “Oh yes! He has a candy shell like us, but instead of space inbetween his endo and shell, he’s stuffed with Peanuts! Bitter hard peanuts. His harvest is usually just a poke to break the shell and get all the peanuts to drain out.”

“Bet you envy him a little.” You smiled compassionately.

You snorted at the thought but tried to stifle your laugh. “I’m sorry, That must be painful, I shouldn’t laugh.” You giggled.

“It is actually kind of funny. He doesn’t seem to mind it too much. I think he might not have much feeling in his legs anymore or something cause half the time he doesn’t seem to notice.” Sunny giggled.

“It’s almost time to open.” Moon suddenly interjected. “You should get going.”

“Oh wow already?? Gosh time fly’s…okay, I’ll see you guys again in a couple days, okay?”

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#Bam! second one today! #Lets just say I really wanna draw the next scene XD #also Foxy is a Boston baked bean #which are gross #and I thought it would be really funny if he was a lot les sweet than the others. #and the image of his peanuts falling out was just too funny to pass up #taking candy for a fool #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #art #my art #comic #fnaf foxy

[peaches2217]

I'm slowly but surely easing back into writing now that I'm acclimating to my new job! I can't say for certain when I'll have my next completed piece up, so in the meantime, please have the first page and a half of one of my longer WIPs, because if I don't post something I am going to gnaw my arm off like an understimulated animal. So please accept this gift which I'm presently calling...

Musings on a Motivation (WIP, also still looking for a less cringy title 😅)

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“Did you truly want to marry me? Or did you just want to take Bowser’s victory for your own?”

Peach presented Mario with this question in the Snow Kingdom, huddled across from him in the corner of some Shiverian cafe. Her quiet voice was resolute, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes from the mug of hot chocolate in her hands.

For the first time in two days, Mario felt cold. She had warned him, told him she was going to bring it up again, but he didn’t feel any more prepared in spite of the advance alert.

“There’s no wrong answer,” she assured him, and though her smile was sad, it was equally sincere. “No matter what you tell me, I won’t think any differently of you. I just… I want to know.”

He nodded, though his head felt heavy and disconnected from his shoulders. Right. He supposed he did owe her an answer.

This wasn’t the first time they were discussing the incident on the moon. He knew for a fact it wouldn't be the last, either.

Half an hour after the offending event, Mario had broken the silence of the trip back home with an apology, face flushing redder and redder with shame the more he dwelled on it. His princess, l’amore della sua vita, the one he would travel to the ends of the earth and beyond for, had almost been forced into a marriage with the Koopa King Bowser, the very creature who caused her constant torment.

And what had Mario done after saving her from a marriage she hadn't asked for? Tried cornering her into another one. Proposed to her, a proposal that was quickly challenged by Bowser himself. Gotten into a squabble over her hand with the aforementioned creature like two boys fighting over a plastic toy. All of this minutes after rescuing her.

Peach had tiredly forgiven him, but asked to discuss it further once they were home and rested. Three days later, she reaffirmed her pardon over cake and tea, but held none of her own feelings on the matter back: how childishly he’d painted himself in her eyes, how she felt like nothing more than a trophy, some grand prize that would go to whoever shoved flowers in her face the hardest, how little she worried he valued her affections if he actually thought Bowser, of all people, was competition. The timing was bad, the execution was infinitely worse, and she felt both affronted and humiliated by the last man she ever expected to cause her such distress. 

Mario, for his part, was grateful. If she could feel all of those things — if he could cause her to feel all of those things — but she could still forgive him, then perhaps she still trusted him. 

But it stung no less to hear, and it certainly didn’t soften the blow when she asked for a break. 

“I need a vacation,” she had sighed. “We both… we need space. Some time apart.” Mario had numbly agreed.

In parting, he had taken her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, wishing her safety and happiness on whatever ventures she had planned; she had excused herself quickly, but not quickly enough to hide the first of her tears. That image routinely kept Mario awake into the early hours of the morning.

Glancing at the untouched slice of cake lying before him, he gulped. That had been a month ago. Peach had parted from the kingdom the following afternoon, and after a few lethargic days hiding beneath his blankets, Mario heeded the pleas of his brother and his newest friend and decided a vacation didn’t sound half bad. 

Luigi elected to stay home and tend to some sort of balloon-adjacent business, yet even without his twin, Mario found himself mercifully distracted. It began as a week-long expedition to both the major landmarks and best hidden alcoves of Cappy’s home nation. But somewhere between Big Beanie and Bucket-Hat Palace, their sightseeing stint segued into another hunt for Power Moons, fueled this time by adventure and pure entertainment rather than necessity, and Mario came to discover that an international game of hide-and-seek is an excellent way to distract oneself from heartbreak. 

So that was what he threw himself into, and the less excitable but every bit as goal-oriented Cappy was more than happy to assist. Yesterday was Day 35 of their adventure, and having spent the previous week roughing it in the choking heat of the Forgotten Isle, they’d agreed easily that a cooler change in scenery would do them both good. They arrived in the Snow Kingdom that morning and planned to spend the day acclimating in the (relative) warmth of Shiveria, then soldier on in their quest with no end goal. 

But just barely within the walls of the town, a black beret and a halo of golden hair stopped Mario in his tracks. 

Peach’s face was flush from the cold, but her eyes shined brighter and bluer than the carbonated sea of Bubblaine, and she called his name with all the warmth of a stroll along its sunny shores, and how his legs didn’t give out on the spot he wasn’t entirely sure. Suddenly the month that had flown by without her felt like an eternity. 

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If y’all have any feedback thus far I would appreciate it most sincerely, I wanna make sure it’s at least somewhat coherent so far!!

#having made so many posts about odyssey lately this seemed like a good wip to share! #'peaches isn't this the—' the one I've been working on since LAST FUCKING MAY? yes. yes it is. #BUT! it's FINALLY almost done! I wanna clear the requests in my inbox first before diving back into it #as you can tell it's still a bit rambly so I'd also like to. well. ORGANIZE it #but we're getting there! slowly but surely! #peaches' fancy fics #peaches’ wips

[lorei-writes]

Foolishly Ever After

Nobunaga x MC Fluff Family AU

A little sweet something.

Request: Anonymous Prompt: "MC and Nobunagas married life with kids "

Content Warnings: pregnancy

“Then think about how we should tell our son that he’ll soon be an older brother,” she laughed. His heart quivered at the sound. “Do you think it’s safe now?” “I think so, yeah.”

“Fireball, don’t stir so much,” Nobunaga breathed out. His voice was barely a murmur, hardly more than the most hushed of whispers, as if his usual decisiveness was soaked through with a new kind of concern.

“You know I can’t help it –” Mai inhaled sharply, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck. “Stop it.”

“I thought it would help you relax.”

Mai pushed herself up on her elbow. The night air was little different from a cat, the greedy creature rushing below their futon cover. The main distinction between the two was that it’s intention was to cool their bodies down, perhaps to preserve some gasps, and most definitely not to heat them up any further. She wobbled slightly, each of her movements contributing to the earthquake-like tremors shaking the mountain of blankets piled over her. Her husband nearly drowned below the tsunami of shed layers, but she did manage to free her legs. Finally able to move, Mai sat on her heels, moon-the tailor taking her measurements with its silver tape. Nobunaga watched it work carefully, light outlining the contours of her body… The winds she breathed out swept him away. He knew he could not be saved the moment his eyes lay on the slight bump hidden below her yukata. Not that he wished to be saved.

“It’s not our first,” Mai sighed, rubbing onto her eyes with her palm.

He could not comprehend how seeing her in this state for even the hundredth time would be any different from the first.

“I want to make it easier on you,” he opposed. Nobunaga made himself a fool, an impudent one at that – he fought against the flood of the duvets, he braved the scorching plains of their bed that separated them; he even dared ignore the blizzard lingering in her breath. He, merely a mortal, was audacious enough to reach for her, the creation herself. He put a hand over her stomach, what he assumed to be magma flowing below her skin… And in her grace, this odd mundane goddess that he held was kind enough to cup his face. Mai drew him forward, urged him to press his forehead against hers.

“Then think about how we should tell our son that he’ll soon be an older brother,” she laughed. His heart quivered at the sound.

“Do you think it’s safe now?”

“I think so, yeah.”

He couldn’t find the right words to reply. Instead, he ran his fingers down the length of her back, tense muscles shivering below his touch.

“Lay down. I want you to rest from now on.”

Nobunaga was a busy man. That much had never changed – not after he got married, not after their first son was born, and most definitely, not now, when they were awaiting their second child. If anything, his life had only got more hectic with each fortunate twist of events, and he was not so certain he knew how to navigate through its meanders at times. He certainly did not know then.

The placement of the stones over the go board was unlike anything Nobunaga had ever seen before. It did not obey by any rules, pieces overlapping over spaces, forming patterns that could not be achieved by any strategy tangible to an adult mind. However, a toddler, a toddler surely could comprehend all of that.

“Papa, I win,” his son declared, setting another black stone on the outside of a circle.

“That you do.” Nobunaga smiled. His son was barely three years old, but wasn’t his mind sharp already? He couldn’t hold back his pride, a simple flower having somehow grown over the board.

“I want a wish.”

“A wish?” he echoed. Indeed, the victor could make demands… Yet, perhaps, it was not the greatest of ideas to let his son rule over anything other than his toys just yet. The boy nodded his head in reply and stood up. Slowly, he walked towards his father.

“I want a little sister or brother,” he whispered into his ear, a serious expression over his face. “Can I get one?”

“Well, you see…”

Nobunaga had never felt more of a fool than when with his family. Some things he was simply unable to predict. But he loved every moment of it.

#nobunaga oda #ikesen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen series

[kaizenkhaos]

Day 2 of Harringrove Week and I've gone with mine and Simplydes' babies again ^^ this time is a Siren AU one to match one of the prompts with a couple of others in for good measure.

And I'm sticking with the story telling concept as I just love that as a theme for this week.

"Are you comfortable?"

It was dawn, one of Billy's favourite time now. Not only for the rising sun but for the rendezvous which greeted his day every single morning now. The beach quiet and serene, no one around except for the occasional early bird or dog walker. But thankfully this section of the beach was always empty and so this is where they met.

Him coming out the waves, catching Billy's heart as soon as he saw that brown hair, those big eyes emerge out of the water, followed by that handsome Siren. His torso blending down into his beautiful Seal tail, gleaming white in the rising sun as he would power pull himself towards Billy. A big and happy smile on his face. A bump into his legs, affectionate. Billy would bend down to ruffle his hair, point to the bag next to him which Stevah would then start to explore as Billy sat down. They'd soon resume the routine like a dance they'd practiced so many times. Billy would watch as Stevah flopped onto him. Often head on his lap but sometimes up onto his chest, after he'd seen the food in which the bag contained. Today was peaches, one of the boy's collective favourites and Billy would watch with glee and a blooming sense of peace and happiness as the Siren would chew on them before settling.

He'd tell Stevah about his day and the Siren would try to do the same. Sometimes in English, sometimes in his own language, which Billy was rapidly picking up. It was such a beautiful sound, what the Siren made and although Billy struggled at times to imitate it, he did get there most of the time. And seeing how proud and joyful it made Stevah every time he did, made Billy more determined to get it right. Just like it did in reverse. He loved hearing Stevah talk in either language and sing. Which he usually did in his own. He could listen to him for hours if he ever had the chance. The sound so haunting at times but so so beautiful.

But today it was Billy's time to provide them a little source of entertainment. Something they'd been doing for a week or so now. Taking it in turns to do something to brighten the other's day. Make it an even better start. Seeing each other obviously did that anyway but this was like the cherry in top of a perfect cake. It just gave everything that little something else. So Billy had decided to create a story. And that is what he told.

"Once upon a time, there was a young man. He was pretty happy with his life. But it felt like something was missing. Or maybe it was more someone. There was a space in his heart, a void, that things and moments and even pleasure couldn't fill it."

He looked up at the Siren, seeing his big eyes looking up at him. Just like a Seal pup. It was clear he'd got Stevah's attention so he choose to continue, a hand softly moving through the Siren's glossy brown hair.

"He realised that he longed for someone who he could care for and who would care for him in return. So every night, he'd go down to the shore, look up at the stars and wish upon the biggest one. And hope his dream would come true. But what the young man didn't know was that he was being watched. Every night a woman would follow him, a woman with intentions for the young man. One night she chose to approach him, and when the conversation didn't go her way, she cursed him.

On the next full moon, she told him, a sneer on her face, your legs will be gone and replaced with a tail. You will gain all that the creatures in the water have. And the one you seek to love in this world will be put into an eternal sleep.Laughing, the woman left him and indeed on the night of the full moon, the young man did transform. His legs snapped together and a tail was what he saw. Frightened, the young man fled into the sea before anyone could see him."

Realising what he had said, Billy checked on the Siren snuggled up on his leg. He did admittedly look sad, and Billy couldn't tell if it was because of the story in general, or the fact that it was saying that his kinds were like a curse. Stroking the Siren in what he hoped was a reassuring and loving way, he hurried on. Not wanting to dwell on that point for too long and show the Siren that the story had more to it than that.

"Soon the young man got used to the water. His body changed in ways that he didn't have to keep going to the surface. He found it easy to swim with a tail and soon he reached a small cavern, in which he chose to rest.

The water creatures the woman had been referring to, apparently lived around these parts of the water. But the young man couldn't risk being out in the open for long and so he went in. Inside, there was a bright light. Many bright lights and soon the young man realised that it was crystals. Many of them, beautiful and shining, showing a figure laying on a bed of rock. Sleeping. And the young man knew, right away, that this was who he was looking for."

At that the Siren nudged and snuggled up to Billy's chest, his big eyes full of curiousity as he looked as if he wanted to know more. His nose rubbing against Billy's shirt.

"This is what he'd wished for. But now....his love was asleep and the woman had told him they'd be asleep forever. What a cruel trick they'd played on him. But it wasn't as cruel as the woman thought. As there was a way to make the spell she had put on the other. The beautiful water creature that she'd brought him to. And the young man also realised that perhaps. What she had done wasn't a curse at all."

"How?" Stevah asked, tilting his head so his hair brushed up to the shirt and a hand started to stroke Billy's cheek. Just like he'd been doing to Stevah just a moment ago.

"Hmmmmm...."

He could tell him of course but better still would be a demonstration surely. And it wouldn't be the first time or the last that they did this. It had been every day they'd met up so far and Billy didn't plan on stopping. So leaning down, his lips perched on the others, he let Stevah know that the young man would do to his true love, hoping that he knew what the story was really about.

#HarringroveWeek #Harringrove siren au #I love these babies 🥺 #My writing stuff

[lisxdumbr]

HI LIS !! There's just *something* with the way you organize and do your themes that looks soooo pleasant to visually look at. Not too much and not too less: just right ! ♪

Mhm, this is not hate in any way, shape, or form but I do think the same as well! There is something off about the icon,,,, perhaps the way it's illustrated? That's my guess on it, but you know there's this Trick or Treat card as an alternative, if it's any better !! Still bat motif ^_^

OMG a lil sun... Wow,, heart eyes,, thank you,,, ACTUALLY that is what i think of you. You're very warm and welcoming, it's like your space is a safe haven, no terrors on sight. Just 2wink. I even think of you like yuta in my head while i'm trying to type up messages (admittedly am a person that associates people with their pfps),,,

It's like "Yoohoo!! You have discovered a 2wink secret hideout, would you try to enter it?? There's silly stuff and a nice owner!! " You're not exactly someone that produces some kind of content on your main but there is something!! Rambles aren't frequent, but I love your blog in a way that it draws me to it. To sit down in the little cafe it has and stay. I do not know how to word it properly, but despite the similarities on how main blogs operates, a force of gravity is tugging me here. I hope you get what I mean?? Hopefully!! :')

ALSO Now that I think about it, there's a possibility you could have given me the butterfly emoji if not for me exempting the insects (because they're definitely one of the prettiest emojis to you,, maybe? Apologies if I have mistaken !!) Just so happens they're creatures am afraid of ><

Thank you, as always. <3 Remember that you're special to lots of people if ever you're feeling down !! Best wishes~ My brain wants to go philosophical and say that "Life is Beautiful, but Living it is Not" but I'll wrap things up here for now<3 (actually i am insane i will go send a second ask maybeee)

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+ another ask;

SO. Hi again <3 second ask, as promised. Entirely unsure what to write the moment i tried typing </3

I forgot to tell you that I wish you good luck on your second theme !! <3 Me too, idk how to put a catrin on Mika's face since it's pretty much detailed (<— person who suggested the idea but doesn't know how to execute it) STILL if it's difficult for you, there's a lot of halloween theme options, just in case !!

If it's not too intrusive (?) or maybe privy, please tell me about your day !! good things or bad things, any is fine ! Really. If you want to ramble about it, or get something off for a short while. Though you can choose not to, I understand <3

(Even if it is not about your day, I don't mind you talking about something else ! I just wanted to be able to say something in my future messages !! If that's okay, you know ♪ and feel free to ask things !!)

Some things to share from my side : i am terribly scared of the next featured scout announcement especially the next Event,, rei did not come home and gambling my poor 1k dias might not be the best option !! Love is not real,, I feel your mirage yuta pain so much. Cries. Love does wonderful things like losing dias without having pulled your fave! <///3 It's funny though, he hates me (pretends to not cry).

See you in a bit ! ~

— 🌻.

I decided to reply to both of them in the same ask www I hope you don't mind. BUT HI HII, I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GREAT !!

Please, my themes are just.. themes. there's not a lot going on around (and I take a lot of inspiration out of my friends' themes. have you seen qian's or soren's? uuuu I fall to my knees when I enter to their blogs). And it's ok !! you don't have to feel bad or anything for the criticism, I love scaredy bat Yuu with all my soul but I may try the trick or treat one to see if it's any better 👀

AND,, WAHH. I'm not a sun at all, I actually always considered myself a bit dark. If anything, I'm a moon,, my name kinda comes from the moon so cough lis lore but it makes me really happy that you see me that way !! My blog is currently a 2wink space because I've been very obsessed with them lately...

Honestly it wasn't like that before? Kureibee used to be above them before. Valkyrie too at some point. I always loved 2wink but seeing how they slowly became my top 1 is like "woaH how did this happen? when did they arrive here?" Sometimes I want to believe they chose me (as explained in my 2winkversary ramble (yes I'm cringe))

And ! yeah I never intended to produce anything on my main. Main is just that y'know? I've had this account since 2018 and I've gone through s lot of phases and fandoms, but I'm really comfortable with the community I'm into right now !! I miss a lot of people that were active in enstars fandom aprox a year ago, though... but I hope they're ok.

YYESS, I would've loved to give you a butterfly honestly, but I understand your reasons ! I am very scared of bugs too, though with the years I've been controlling that fear little by little; now I actually love a lot of them ! I learned to appreciate the harmless (← important clarification) little spiders, moths, butterflies, BEES. specially bees. the other day I saw a dragonfly in my school and oh my god they're HUGE I thought they were small,, but it was so pretty ! I'm still scared of, y'know, the horrors. Venomous spiders, wasps, roaches,,, shakes. Also crickets are harmless but they're so horrible oh my god I don't like them (and obviously the list goes on but I believe you get the idea). Sunflower is still fitting though!! Or at least I think so, I really hope you're comfortable with my decision.

Thank you for your good wishes ;; you're really caring and cool, I wish you the best too ! And it's ok, I'm a really philosophical person too. I used to study philosophy when I studied psychology too.. there's a lot going on there.

ー・ー・ー　♡　ー・ー・ー

NOW to the second ask !

Thank you, honestly idk either, I may mix it with other things? It's been a long time since I had a theme of another franchise other than enstars omg.. I think the last one was. at the beginning of the year. I would like to design catrinas based on different characters though 👀 the face paint can vary a looot so I'd like to have a bit of fun with it. (honestly sad that people associate the celebration with Coco thanks to Disney 💧 I mean the movie was cool honestly but. you can't search for culture accuracy in a fantasy movie for kids and I think foreigners don't understand that sometimes 0(-( the best representation we've gotten comes from Monster High I believe. I treasure Skelita with my entire SOUL she was one of my faves when I was little).

You're really kind really wahh. I don't have much to talk about, my life is like a. spiral that goes down. constantly.. I don't want to sadden you or anything, but at least I'm ok !! I have a ton of homework and it's like 💥 but at least I like my classes ! I'm making a painting inspired on Undertale and my next engraving will be Omori themed (and I also want to make an artiswitch one because I lack creativity rn 0(-( ). I have to decide what to make for my drawing final project though. It can be anything, that's what my teacher said, but I want something. something good, something pretty.

Please feel free to come by anytime though!! you're s beloved anon and I'll always welcome you here <3 don't worry about the topic, it can be anything you like.

AND OOOH, anon lore, so you're a ReiP I see? 👀 No because I can't believe Yuta didn't come in 100 pulls, we're over. Now I'm a proud HinataP (Hina loves me for some reason. at least I have his two event scouts.. his FS didn't treat me kindly though). I HOPE YOU GET YOUR REI. grabbing him by the ears and throwing him violently to your account. He will love you. I will make sure he does.

Also as a fun fact, I have this KanataP friend and he pulled trying to get the Kanata 4* and GUESS WHAT. two copies of Rei FS2 in *INDIVIDUAL PULLS* but not s single Kanata. (He also pulled Natsume FS and Yuta FS in the anniv free pulls. Two of my faves and specifically the cards I don't own of them. I blocked him that day, I was so mad with his luck fr).

I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY !! Or had,, I don't know your timezone, it's night here though.

#❝ mail !! #🌻 !! anon

[shiningstages]

Granblue Fantasy OC - Atlas Introduction

Pulled out of the cervices of pipes and tubes, broken out of his small confinement in the middle of the ruined room - The core awakens. Shattering the little glass panes that were his prison, the light vessel wraps itself in a corporeal image of what once was. Brawn of a mighty warrior, standing tall with the weight of the celestial sphere atop his broad shoulders. The sphere bursts, however - the constellations were not what they once were, nor has the moon sent a prophecy to him. This is not the plane he was tasked with holding so long ago. A barrier of sorts to help the cosmos; then the first visitors of the moon; then the people they all adapted with. Everyone yearned for the stars divination, yet everyone needed to be protected from the wrath of the stars falling from the sky. Holding up the sphere - it was a punishment and a blessing, being held in one place yet being so adored and worshipped for such a simple task.

And yet he was lost to time. Converted to his core upon his master's death; the cosmos no longer spoke to him. Stuck in his place while the moon woman studied him; he was a test subject, a reminder of home once his memories were slowly picked clean, yet wrongfully skewed towards being thought of as an upholder of the world by the later generations. Technology advanced without him; home was on their minds, and his power waned through the years. So he slumbered. Holding the stars in his heart. His legend holding the islands in place.

Yet that one touch awoke him. The celestial sphere bursts and stardust sprinkles into his hair; into his eyes; draped around him like a cloak that was longer than he. Quaffed hair turned as messy as the man near him, taking on the man's scrawnier build as well, yet forever standing tall in the presence of a person that felt so familiar.

"Greetings..." He goes to say more, yet he pauses, unsure of how to address the group in front of him. "...Creatures living in this world. I am Atlas. Once a barrier, upholder, and prophet of the stars; turned into a study of the natural plane by your ancestors. I have traveled throughout the boundaries of the sky, yet have sat in one small space for millennia. Yet, you have awoken me. So, tell me - Do you wish me to hold up the celestial sphere? Or do you want guidance on the terrestrial plane?"

Authors Notes: I was gonna make a whole big "finding evidence of what I wanted to do with this" post, but it felt better to kind of just. Try and write out Atlas. So here you go; kind of a basic intro into how the crew would find him.

BIG note for paragraph three: he looks kind of like Isaac? Buffer by a bit, but scrawny due to the passage of time and forgetting what exactly he was modelled after / for, so he kind of takes on Isaac's physical appearance upon the engineer touching him.

Note for paragraphs one and two: He was created by Neutronon ( the astral from the event Right Behind You, that was like resurrected by the moondwellers to communicate to the moon from Moon Sliver base ), with a very similar goal - Communication with the astrals on high from the sky realm. He's not as strong as Cosmos, nor was he as restricted to space like Cosmos was; he was basically like a status reporter in a war; the guy basically manning the telephone line. When Neutronon was killed during The War, however, Atlas was also slain.

Yet he came back some years later thanks to Yatima finding his core, as she was a researching primals through her growing organization - The Society. Her telling of how the years had passed was startling; what startled him even more was that he could no longer directly contact the astrals, beyond the skydom or otherwise. This disappointed Yatima, not getting such crucial information - so instead they switched to telling stories of their pasts, and learning what they could from the world around them. Ancient skydweller cultures in all different skydoms were fascinating to the moondweller. Modern skydwellers' thoughts and teaches, as well as how they adapted after the war, astonished the primal. Seeing Yatima as his new master, he started cohabitating with skydwellers just as she had. His tellings of messages from the stars turned into him being a wistful prophet - divination was now his calling, with every distinct twinkle seeming like a sign from above, now used to guide those below.

But Yatima was also, if not always, a researcher first. And when she fused with the automagod, and her memories and thoughts started to dwindle, Atlas knew that his reason in this world was once again expiring - first as a telecommunicator, then as a research subject. So when Yatima slumbered, he too fell fast asleep. Who knew his teachings and legend would be passed down both as an upholder of the stars, but also as the starting maps of the skies - first from his stories to the moondwellers traveling abroad, then to skydweller society and beyond.

But so yeah!! That's basically it!! Fun fact is that he can understand moonspeak, but he can't speak it himself, and that his fate ep would be him doing divinations for the crew, while also trying to think of a message to send to Radbury and Yatima on the moon.

#( atlas ) ic #( atlas ) story #( long post )

[enderknight5]

BLOG DAY 2 - Exploring - (NEW TERRITORY!)

Hello my fellow knights and creatures! I hope you are all keeping well. Today I was finally able to keep my promise and went exploring! As much as I'm still under the weather with a very unpleasant cold, I really wanted to get out today; connect with nature and find my new territory. I'm pleased to share it with you all today, as I have finally found the perfect spot! ♥

(NOTE: Post contains topic of therianthropy / therian lifestyle - if you don't support simply leave) …

Before I get into the territory find, I wanted to share a few photos I captured along the journey. Here is a lovely field with mesmerising skies I was able to capture on camera during my exploring hunt. I was even able to find a horse stables nearby in which I was lucky enough to get a beautiful photo of a dazzling horse I was greeted by. I hope any horse therians here enjoy that photo especially... ^^

I passed through a lot of woodland which was unfortunately held back by wired fencing. I really hate how this is everywhere nowadays as it really doesn't help with canine, Lycans and other therians (and even people) who want to explore the wildlife and forests. I think it's a shame, but let me know your personal thoughts...

As I passed by, I also got a lovely photo of the calming clouds and light pastel blue sky; I was fortunate enough to also get the moon blooming within the photo as it decided to arrive early...

And finally, the territory! I know it can be a little difficult to see, but if I can tell you, this was even more dazzling in person. The first few pictures, (from left to right) show the opening of the territory, displaying overgrown bushes which looped over a chopped down tree (which you can sit on), the branches hang low enough for it to be slightly concealed. Once I stepped in, I was greeted by tons of space and leafy grounds, it was just perfect and calming. What's better is almost everything contains leaves intertwining on trees and branches which really give it that nature feeling. I hope you all like it, just as much as I appreciate it. I wish I could hopefully share this with a pack one day, but it's been very difficult to find people where I am from. Regardless, the urge to ground this territory as my own is very much there.

Well, I suppose that's it for today's blog entry! I hope you all enjoyed reading and also like the pictures taken. I apologies if the quality isn't exactly immaculate, but I am soon to be getting a new camera soon! So hopefully then, I can get better photos but also start vlogging as I plan to! Take care lovelys and once again thanks for reading! Safe travels my fellow knights and creatures... ♥

#lifeblogging #online diary #life diary #my diary #daily life #personal blog #teen blog #therian #therian community #therianthropy #caninekin #therian pride

[shyghosties]

best friends with the moon!!!!!✨🌙💫

#spooptober #day 11 lunar!! #I love drawing stars! #!! #gif #artists on tumblr #original art #I wish I was a little space creature so I could tell the moon how much I love her!!! #hello thank u for looking at my drawings!!! #remember to take ur meds if u need them!!! #✨💫✨💫✨

[love-and-other-potions]

Power of Fear

Harry x Reader

You have Professor Lupin this period with your best friends, the Trio. Hermione is your best friend. You love her to death. Ron is like a big brother. You have an on going joke that you're a long lost sibling. And Harry is the love of your life. Not that he knows that.

Lupin told everyone that the next lesson was a surprise. But that didn't stop the rumors, of course.

Some said that Dumbledore was going to teach the class for a day. Others said Hagrid had another 'harmless' creature hidden in the Forbidden Forest.

When Professor Lupin finally told the class that it was boggarts, your stomach dropped. You did not want anyone to know your fears.

Everyone chuckles at Snape sporting Neville's grandmother's clothes except you. You're too nervous about your turn.

"Y/N, your turn, my dear."

People in front of you move out of the way as you push yourself to the front. Harry gives you a sympathetic look with Ron gives you a thumbs-up. You swallow the bile in your throat at the thought of what's going to come out of that cupboard. The boggart rattles the cupboard, then steps out.

Out comes your father, stumbling towards you angrily with a beer bottle in his hand. You cower in fear as he gets closer and closer. You let out a whimper as the boggart changes.

Next is your mother. She stands there haughtily, telling you that you're a waste of space and she wishes that she had done everyone a favor by not giving birth to you. You have tears streaming down your face. You can't find the courage to say Riddikilius.

It changes again and the result is a gasp from the class. It changes into Hermione. She sneers at you.

"I'm the Brightest Witch of my Age, huh? Yet I'm dumb enough to be friends with you."

You whimper at the pain that your heart is going through.

"I'm sorry Mione," you whisper dejectedly.

Another state of shock as it changes into Ron.

"I'm your 'brother'? Why would I want to be related to scum like you? Your own family doesn't want you. Why would I?"

You're bawling uncontrollably. Your heart wrenches. You know who is next. No.

You could hear a pin drop as it changes into Harry.

"You want to be friends with me? Why would I be friends with you? You're pathetic. I'm the Boy Who Lived and you're the Person Who No One Wants. Everyone loves me, but who loves you?"

Professor Lupin finally shakes his horror of seeing you crumble to the floor in defeat and your brokeness. He steps up and the boggart turns into a moon before he says confidently, "Riddikilius!"

You get up and sprint out of the room. You hear the Trio yell for you to stop, so you run faster. You hear Harry tell them something before you hear his shoes against the floor following you.

You try to run faster to escape him, but you're in too much pain emotionally. You break down at the base of a tree facing the Black Lake. You sob into your hands. You feel Harry sit next to you. He takes you into his arms and soon his robes' shoulder is soaked.

He rubs your back and pets your hair soothingly. When your tears are long gone, you pull back and look at him. He looks a little nervous. He clears his throat before he begins.

"Uhm, Y/N, I want to tell you something. Part of your boggart is true. I don't want to be your friend."

Your heart clenches. You thought he had come to tell you that it'd never happen, not feed your fear.

"Okay. I understand. I have a couple of quills I need to give back then."

He chuckles and you look up at his smile in confusion. He was smiling at your pain?

"No, Y/N, you don't understand. I don't want to be your friend. I want to be your boyfriend . I like you a lot. Your boggart showed me that you felt the same."

"How? Boggart Harry was being rude about friendship, not being my boyfriend."

"When Boggart Harry had said 'who would love you?' That made it sound like your boggart had at one point. So your boggart is me rejecting you, not only as a friend, but as a boyfriend."

Wow. You didn't realize that one line could give away so much.

"Really? You want to be my boyfriend? I think you're playing a very mean joke."

He grabs your jaw and looks into your E/C eyes. You can see love and compassion swirling in those emerald green eyes. Slowly, he pulls your lips to his and your breath hitches at the wonderful sensation.

When he pulls back, you simply say, "I accept."

He smiles real cheesy and says, "You just made me the happiest man at Hogwarts."

Then he leans down and kisses you once again.

#harry james potter #harry james potter x reader

[sips---tea]

Moonlit walk // Severus Snape x reader

Severus left a note for you on your desk to meet him outside when your final lesson was over for the night. You had been teaching the 6th year how to cast spells at and duel at night and returned to your office to see a little envelope and a letter inside. After clearing up the rest of the work and locking your office you went downstairs and out into the cold night, the wind bit at you slightly and you regretted not putting on a coat as you found Severus who lent against the stone brick of the castle.

"Good evening" you said, leaving against the wall next to him.

"(y/n)" he said, "Come" he put out his hand and you took it.

"Where are we going?" you asked, gripping Severus' hand slightly as you followed him down the pathway.

"For a moonlit walk" he said.

"Mysterious" you murmured, slightly leaning into Severus as you followed him past the lake, the moon and slight stars glittered against the slight ripples. It was quiet , the sound of owls and the wind being the only noise which cut through the darkness, apart from Severus' breathing.

Together you walked past the lake and into the black forest, winding through the trees. The branches slightly waved and you could hear the faraway sounds of the creatures of the forest, in any normal time you would be slightly unnerved, your wand close to you in your hand just in case of an attack. However, with Severus, you felt safe, seemingly his presence managing to ward away the many creatures of the forest.

Around half an hour of walking Severus stopped in a clearing. Severus sat and you sat beside him, however, his hands said other ways, pulling you into his warm lap and into his chest. You could feel his warm breath against your hair and his head next to yours. You shivered, the cold finally nipping at you now you had stopped walking. Severus hugged you closer, feeling your cold. "You did not bring a coat" was his words in your ear. "What a silly girl" he cooed. You rolled your eyes as Severus shifted slightly and unhooked his cloak, placing it around you for warmth. You snuggled into it, relaxing into Severus's warm body.

"I have been this far into the forest before" you said, your voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

"It is west of the forest" Severus said quietly, his hand slipping under your top and stoking your stomach. "Close to where I collect bloodroot" he muttered.

You nodded, laying back into his chest and watching the stars as they glittered and winked down at you and him. "Sev" you said quietly, "an asteroid"

Severus looked up and watched as the asteroid passed earth. "4581 Asclepius" Severus said, "I believe it is 425,000 miles away" he said. "it was mentioned in the daily prophet"

"We should make a wish" you said quietly.

"A wish?" Severus asked, confused.

"It is a muggle thing" you said, looking up at the sky. "You make a wish when you see a shooting star"

"Technically it is not a shooting star but rather remnants of planetesimals" Severus said. You rolled your eyes.

"How did you become so educated on the solar system?" you asked.

"I read about it" was his short vague answer. You rolled your eyes again. "Make a wish on the cosmic dust grains then" you promoted, you closed your eyes and made a wish. Severus behind you did one, although he would not admit it. He wished that you and he could be in this peaceful moment forever.

"Did you know if it crashed into the earth all life would be destroyed" Severus said behind you.

"Cheerful" you muttered. Severus chuckled behind you, "You always know how to ruin the mood"

"I am sorry darling" he cooed, kissing the back of your neck. "I can tell you more about space if you wish but it will have to be on the way back to the castle" he informed you. You huffed in response.

"Must we go back?" you murmured.

"Yes, darling," Severus said. He stood up, lifting you up with his surprising strength.

"Was it your plan to invite me out to see the asteroid?" you asked, taking his warm hand again as he led you back through the forest.

Severus nodded, "I thought it would interest you" he said.

"It did" you answered, looking back up at the sky, through the trees you could still see it. Suddenly you fell over, not looking where you were going and fell onto the dirty floor of the forest. You yelled in surprise, and your hand slipped from Severus'.

"Ughh" you muttered, slowly getting up from the floor, helping with Severus' hand which he offered to you.

"You should really be more careful" Severus said, snickering slightly.

You rolled your eyes, pushing him playfully in the chest. Severus smirked, "You want to play pet?" he asked, pushing you up against a tree. You looked up at Severus' face, lit only by the moonlight, he was smirking and his lips reached down to rest on yours. One hand went against the thick trunk of the tree, the other to your cheek as you both deepened the kiss. Your hands went to his robes, feeling the smooth fabric against your fingers as you pulled them close to your chest.

Severus let go and looked at you pressed against the tree. It was getting early and there was much to do, so in one movement he removed his hands and laced his in yours again. You sighed, looking up at Severus. "Now is not the time" he said frankly. You nodded slightly, he had picked up the pace and together you walked through the forest, into the castle and down into the dungeons.

Severus opened the door and sat on the bed, uttering a slight yawn as he pulled his robes off. Together you got into bed, Severus holding you protectively against him. You kissed his nose and his eyes opened. "I really enjoyed tonight" you whispered. Severus nodded, a slight smile twitching his lips. Inside he was satisfied that you were happy, if you were, he was.

"When is the next time that the asteroid will come past?" you asked.

"24 March 2051 I believe," Severus said sleepily.

"Then maybe it can kill all humanity that time" you said quietly.

"I highly doubt it, seeing as it will be 715,000 further miles away from us" Severus said quietly.

You nodded, sleepily nuzzling into his neck. "I wonder if we will be alive to see it" you murmured.

"I will make sure of it" Severus promised.

#severus x reader #severus #severus snape #snape x (y/n) #severus snape x reader #snape fanfiction #snape x reader #star gazer #moonlit

[monochromemedic]

I had been stuck in the Dark World for who knows how long. The days didn’t seem to matter down here. No sun, no moon, just the vibrant green grid that coated the sky that would twitch and surge with occasional frequency.  When I first got here, I fought hard to get back to the surface, to fight for any sense of normalcy, for home but after a while the dream began to fade. The options began to run dry when compared to the dangers that surrounded me. And so I settled. I survived. I searched for food, begged for shelter from kind Darkners. I did what I had to to live. The Queen was not an option. Whispers from Darkners told me how I was just what she was looking for, that would help her expand her reign to the Light World. As much as that would probably help me, I didn’t want to ruin the lives of others for the chance to see my family, as much as I missed them with every passing minute. The sound of bustling cars and the blinding lights of neon signs stung my senses, my palms pressing into my eyes to drown out what I could. Damn it this place never slept did it? There was always something, some sort of noise. Whatever bags I had under my eyes were probably made cartoonishly drastic with the lack of pure rest I was getting. ‘Supose it was better then being dead... My body felt heavy, and I knew I’d have to find a place to rest or I’d fall asleep mid crossing of a road and get run over by one of those goofy cars I’d seen. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad... I recalled the time one of the car’s rear bumped into a fire hydrant (or at least I thought it was) and made a squeaking sound. The darkness of a certain alley called to me, the silence a sweet lullaby to the roaring around me. Was it dangerous? Oh yeah. Was it stupid? No shit. Was I going to do it? The shadows the engulfed me were perfect and if it wasn’t for the underlying stench of garbage it’d probably be ideal. Still beggars couldn’t be choosers and if tonight was good enough I would have to consider having this as my permanent sleeping spot. My back slid against the cool wall across from the dumpster, eyes half lidded as they read the advertisements littering above. Why the hell did the Queen have ads anyway, if she wanted she could monopolize any products she wanted... Despite the quiet I couldn’t shake the feeling that creeped down my spine. The presence of something other then myself around me. I tried to close my eyes, I was in the city after all. It’d be concerning if I didn’t feel like people were one second from crawling up my ass. Though I had to admit I didn’t expect to actually feel something begin to touch me. My eyes snapped open, elbow prodding into a blurry shape that yelped and tumbled backward, it’s grasp my on shoulder tearing a hole in my already worn shirt in the struggle. “Hey! What the hell?!” I barked, standing over the perpetrator. My shoulders slumped when I saw what looked to be a doll staring up at me with wide eyes, an over exaggerated smile permanently spread across it’s face. The creature’s jaw opened wider with a clack, it’s small body shooting upwards to stand on it’s small pointed feet. “WOAH WOAH WOAHAH- [Live worms]!”   The darkner’s voice was deafeningly loud, a shrill tone that cut the air like newly sharpened blades. “ I THOUGHT YOU WERE [Roadkill]. NICE TO KNOW I WON’T BE [Sleeping with the fishes] T0NIGHT!!” Well he had a certain way of speaking that was obvious. What the hell was going on with him, he talked like he was constantly being cut of random clips of other people speaking. He talked like a youtube poop or any other shitpost that would randomly shove memes into them for a quick laugh. “You thought I was dead? I was just... I was... uh.” I looked around me, eyeing the dirt and debris. “I was... going to sleep... here.”  Dammit, telling people I had to sleep in such ratty places were always a blow to the ego but I suppose it was better then saying ‘Oh I was just sitting down here to die’ The puppet shook his head and waltzed over to the dumpster, his small hand smacking the side with a sense of pride. “ [Finders keepers, losers weepers] HUMAN, YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT. TOO BAD [so sadd] I GOT HERE FIRST. THOUGH FOR A DEAL I SUPPOSE I COULD [Share the love~]” “Got here first... what are you talking about?” The Darkner let out a laugh, distorted echoes filling the air as he leapt inside, a solitary hand popping out to beg me to come closer. This was a terrible idea, but despite my best judgement I followed, and witnessed what I could only describe to be a makeshift bed inside.  The puppet laid on top of musty mats and raggedy rugs, a single stained pillow resting just beneath his head. My god was he living in here? The creature continued his laugh, lurching only a few inches away from my face. “ [Sweet deal] ISN’T IT? J3ALOUS, [baby]?”  I shirked back, cheeks reddening at the tone of his last word. I was most defiantly not jealous, in fact I was filled with remorse, something his pride did not help with. “It’s... uh something. I guess this means I’ll have to find another alleyway um, sorry for bothering you-” “SPAMTON.” “What?” His hand shot out towards my chest, fingers wiggling for a handshake. “SP-SPA MTON G SPAMTON, [Number 1 rated salesmen 1997]” He announced, an extra flair of bravado laced his titled. His hand was surprisingly warm for what it was made of but nothing that would be described as body temperature.  “Jenna. Also 1997.” “WHAT A YEAR. LISTEN LIGHT nER, I AM DEALSMAN [yes/no?]” “Um... y-yes? I don’t-” “THEN LET ME MAKE A DEAL YEAH? FOR ONLY [many] KROMER, YOU MAY STAY IN MY [Privately owned] ALLEY. IT’S A REAL [steal] YOU’RE ROBBING ME [deaf] HERE!” My brows furrowed as I searched his face for any context clues for what the hell he was trying to say. Kromer? What the fuck was ‘kromer’? The only thing I knew of currency down here was dark dollars not kromer... even if he did ask for dark dollars he didn’t name a price, he just said many. And the amount of dark dollars I had was zero. “Uh I don’t have kromer. I don’t even have dark dollars I’m kinda broke Spamton, in case you couldn’t tell from uh...” I trailed off realizing saying that sleeping in an alley wasn’t a very smart thing to say to someone who slept in an alley.  He seemed surprised by my words, beginning to tug on my coat, flipping my pockets to see if I was really lying. I had to push his mitts off me a couple of times, to which he eventually got the idea the way his hands began to rub at his extended jaw. “NO KROMER... WHAT CAN YOU DO?” “What do you mean?” He seemed to sense my change in tone, his grin beginning to wobble nervously “[Whoopsie daisy!] LET ME START AGAIN. DO YOU HAVE A [trade]? A [skill] TO [Exchange for goods and services]?” he croaked. I eyed the ground, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell was I good at again? “I mean, I can draw, I suppose...” “ARTIST? WOW OWOW!” Spamton’s face lit up before digging in the dumpster, pulling out a few napkins and a ball point pen and shoving them into my hands. “WHAT A [trade] TELL YOU WHAT. YOU DRAW A [one-of-a-kind masterpiece] AND YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT!” “You’ll let me stay... if I draw something for you on this napkin. Am I getting that right?” The doll nodded feverishly, basically hovering over my shoulder as I played with the pen. This was certainly the weirdest way to pay someone that I could imagine... well no but one that was in the realm of reality. I had to ask Spamton to give me some space a few time, the feeling of his breath on  my neck making me more then nervous as I drew. God he was like those kids in school that would ask for drawings but ten times worse with the amount of personal space he’d give you. Besides I needed something to draw and with nothing on the mind why not draw the most interesting thing in front of me. I held the finished doodle out to Spamton only to have it snatched out of my fingers so fast I swore we could have started a fire. “WOAH...” The puppet sank inside of the dumpster, his face softening  as for once in what seemed like forever the alley way grew silent. “THIS IS... ME?” “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know what to draw, you kind of put me on the spot. Besides everyone likes drawings of themselves right?” I shrugged, being pulled away from my thoughts by an overdramatic sniffle. Was he... crying? Not quite, just damn well close. Spamton’s shoulders quaked as a warm smile returned to his cheeks, slipping the napkin into his pocket with glee. “SO GOOD... THANK YOU.” “It’s really nothing, honestly that was a pretty shitty drawing.” “WHAT? YOU’RE [&#!^]ING ME! THAT WAS [BIG SHOT]” He was screaming again, hands gesturing wildly about. “It wasn’t but thank you. I wish I was better to be honest. I’m not very happy with my art, not at all.” I turned away from his gaze, unsure of why I was overcome by a choking sensation building my throat.  Why the hell was I telling this stranger this sort of stuff anyway? I mean I could hazard a guess it was the fact that this was the longest conversation I had had with anyone since I had gotten down here but with how things were it could be some magic power the doll possessed to tell him my deepest darkest secrets. “YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS [Big?]” “No.” “WHY NOT?” “I don’t know. I just... I think it doesn’t look the way I want it to. Doesn’t look good to me, and I don’t know how to fix it. Which I guess is a little funny considering how long I’ve been drawing. Just keep... drawing and drawing and never improving, least not how I’d like. It’s just garbage to me.” Spamton’s face seemed to fall, his glasses fading to a dark inky black.  “YOU FEEL? NO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO? YOUR [passion]?”  “Yeah.” A laugh ripped from his chest, his head lolling back with each chuckle. I felt my soul began to crack, a shame flooding my body with how hard he seemed to laugh. Did he find this funny? Humorous?  I felt tears prick my eyes as I snapped my head back to glare at him, his head glitching back to stare back at me. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, JENNA. A [slime] A REAL [slime]!” With a quick motion the puppet jumped to the ground, his hand resting against my arm as he spoke.  “YOU’RE A REAL [BIG SHOT] YOU KNOW THAT? STAY AS LONG AS YOUR [Greasy little heart] DESIRES!” Well... that was unexpected. He’d really let me stay here as long as I want cause I was pathetic? Or did he just feel sorry for me? What was going on? And why was he calling me a slime... or us a slime?  “Oh... uh thanks? I didn’t think I was being  much of a big shot whatever that is but I apricate it. Really.” His head clacked with every little nod, leading me to a pile of cardboard boxes and patting them with the grace of a car salesman. “BEST [Seat in the house] ALL FOR YOU. [Night night forever]!” Spamton beamed, awkwardly swaying side to side before stumbling back to the dumpster a few inches away and crawling inside of it, much like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy was weird. Kinda creepy but also kind of funny. I honestly couldn’t pinpoint a feeling on him but at least he didn’t want to hurt me just make weird ass deals and make me ‘big’. Did that mean famous? Was this guy so into my art he wanted to be some sort of manager? I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, the excitement of the day finally beginning to fade. God I forgot how tired I was, that little guy made me feel like I was gonna go into fight or flight.  “Hey Spamton?” “YES?” his voice echoed from inside the metal container. “...Thank you.”

#self insert #spamton #vent #idk im just thinking #just wanted something to do

[padme-amitabha]

Anidala Week 2021

 Day 1: Missing Scene or Favorite Scene(s)

Anakin Skywalker could not take his eyes off the girl. He noticed her the moment he entered Watto’s shop, even before Watto said anything, and he hadn’t been able to stop looking at her since. He barely heard what Watto said to him about watching the shop. He barely noticed the strange-looking creature that had come in with her and was poking around in the shelves and bins. Even after she noticed he was staring at her, he could not help himself. He moved now to an open space on the counter, hoisted himself up, and sat watching her while pretending to clean a transmitter cell. She was looking back at him now, embarrassment turning to curiosity. She was small and slender with long, braided brown hair, brown eyes, and a face he found so beautiful that he had nothing to which he could compare it. She was dressed in rough peasant’s clothing, but she seemed very self-possessed. She gave him an amused smile, and he felt himself melting in confusion and wonder. He took a deep breath. 

“Are you an angel?” he asked quietly. The girl stared. “What?” 

“An angel.” Anakin straightened a bit. “They live on the moons of Iego, I think. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They are good and kind, and so pretty they make even the most hardened space pirates cry like small children.” 

She gave him a confused look. “I’ve never heard of angels,” she said. “You must be one of them,” Anakin insisted. “Maybe you just don’t know it.” “You’re a funny little boy.” The amused smile returned.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, looking upset and embarrassed. “I don’t fully understand, I guess. This is a strange world to me.” He studied her intently for a moment, thinking of other things, wanting to tell her of them. “You are a strange girl to me,” he said instead. He swung his legs out from the counter. “My name is Anakin Skywalker.” She brushed at her hair. “Padmé Naberrie.”

Both Anakin and Padmé were laughing now, and their laughter increased as they saw the look on the unfortunate creature’s long billed face. Anakin looked at Padmé and the girl at him. Their laughter died away. The girl reached up to touch her hair self-consciously, but she did not divert her gaze. “I’m going to marry you,” the boy said suddenly. There was a moment of silence, and she began laughing again, a sweet musical sound he didn’t mind at all. “I mean it,” he insisted. “You are an odd one,” she said, her laughter dying away. “Why do you say that?” He hesitated. ” I guess because it’s what I believe…” Her smile was dazzling. “Well, I’m afraid I can’t marry you..” She paused, searching her memory for his name. “Anakin,” he said. “Anakin.” She cocked her head. “You’re just a little boy.” His gaze was intense as he faced her. “I won’t always be…” he said quietly.”

— Terry Brooks, Star Wars : Episode I - The Phantom Menace

This is one of my favorite Anidala scenes ever because their story starts so sweetly. This scene is so unique to them and after watching the OT, it’s fascinating to see a young Darth Vader as a sweet and innocent child. His interactions as a slave boy with a young queen in disguise is also fits with the fairytale-ish tone and themes in Star Wars. Anakin and Padmé’s first meeting is just precious. 

This is probably the only time, Anakin and Padmé can be themselves without older figures telling them what to do. This is one of the few times Padmé is Padmé Naberrie - not Queen Amidala or Padmé Amidala. It’s interesting to see two young people from different social classes and vastly different cultures and worlds sharing a genuine moment of connection. 

I can add very little to this scene but Anakin proves he has enough clairvoyance (as Admiral Motti mocks him in ANH) to be certain he has met the girl he would marry someday. Even in TPM, little Anakin Skywalker is just as much a slave to Watto as he is to the Emperor in ANH. 

Even Padmé is somewhat surprised by his intensity at such an young age. Anakin also emphasizes on his identity as a person so this scene has dark undertones and references to Darth Vader.  

Another scene I love is the chilling visual parallels with Vader and Padmé in ROTS. The stark contrast between their “deaths” but also the similarities show that they are still connected even while their lives hang in balance. 

Padmé gives birth to life and Anakin loses his humanity. She is in a well-lit medical facility and he is in a cold, dark one. Even their heartbeats are in sync as if they are connected via the Force (which could very well be true, since she was slightly force-sensitive from carrying the twins). 

As the mask lowers on Vader, he whispers (since his vocal cords are badly burnt), “Padmé, help me” and Padmé, always on Anakin’s side, hears his plea and tries to tell that to Obi-Wan with her dying breath. It’s very likely that she heard him through the connection they shared like their connection during the ruminations scene and how Leia felt Luke in ESB and but she was unable to respond as she had given birth and probably lost the temporary force sensitivity. 

 As Anakin takes his first breath as Vader, Padmé takes her last. 

Vader rises like Frankenstein’s monster and Sidious marvels at his new “creation”. Padmé dies all in white, like the angel Anakin believed her to be. The parallels are also reminiscent of the “Death and the Maiden” motif.

Anakin has always felt connected to Padmé since he met her and this is the last time he feels their connection. And that’s how he knows Padmé is truly dead and he has lost her forever.  

Even the chorus “I am a Sith Lord but I could not save her” (even though the lyrics are actually Sanskrit) is haunting. This is where the colors of the republic fade and the black and white symbolism of the empire begins. 

Anakin is now Vader - more machine than man - and stands beside Sidious to assist him in building a tyrannical empire while Padmé dies and takes with her all the colors, love, laughter, cultural beauty, and freedom of the Republic era. Padmé was the personification of the Republic - a flawed but well-intended system and her death represents the democracy whereas Vader represents the Empire. 

Her funeral arrangement makes it seem like she’s drowning like Ophelia - implying that she’s returning to where she belongs. (Her planet Naboo is mostly associated with water and Padmé has often expressed her love for water and lakes in AOTC).

Padmé dying of a broken heart is also fits in with the fairytale whereas Anakin finds himself in a very different world after he wakes up - a world where most of the Jedi had been slaughtered and the survivors were declared traitors, a world where democracy doesn’t exist anymore. And he finds himself kept alive my machinery and he cannot die like his beloved, even if he wishes to. He is now very much a part of the new empire - with his humanity and limbs lost - and he gradually accepts his role as the imperial enforcer. 

Anakin and Padme’s story comes to a conclusion here as their reverse arcs are completed. They have both come a long way since TPM and Padme’s experiences mold her into becoming more emotional and in touch with her feelings from the stoic, reserved Queen Amidala whereas Anakin’s dreams, compassion and search for his identity are lost as he becomes his master’s servant and becomes colder and more stoic. Padmé’s journey was to become more human and learning to put love and family over duty and transition from Amidala to Padmé as Anakin’s unfortunately was to become more inhuman and machine-like, from Anakin to Vader. 

These scenes are where the prequel trilogy ends and the originals begin. 

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