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togamest · 1 month

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ARIIIII may i request a nanami blurb (nsfw or sfw i'll leave that up to you :3) based on the song killshot by magdalena bay please? <3

-> hit me with your killshot, baby. (x) | 2,276 words. afab!reader (no pronouns used but female anatomy included), slight yandere obsession if u squint, alcohol consumption, fingering, cunnilingus, implied penetrative + protected sex, nanami calls reader “sweet thing”, “darling”, higuruma cameo. nanami might be a lil ooc but bear with me here.

a/n: oh salem, this was DELICIOUS to write. what a banger of a song too omg i gotta listen to them more!! i took a more obsessive!nanami approach, i feel like he'd get off on how easy some people are to fall in love with him, but not necessarily in a bad way. it's almost like a confirmation that he's good, he's not rotten like the rest of the men he works with; he's respectful so he deserves rewards in a way??? anyway i'm not sure what happened but here we are LMAO

The speakeasy was quiet this evening.

You sip on a lovely gin and tonic, mixed together just right as your eyes drag across the people dotted around the space. Your business shirt has been unbuttoned slightly, enough to tease as your drink steadily makes you feel warmer and fuzzier. Your heels are long gone, tucked away in your bag as you opt for chunky boots, which tend to be much comfier after a few drinks.

It was a cozy atmosphere; one of your favorite places to go after work to unwind without having to worry about seeing those you know. Which, unfortunately, has happened before and almost turned you off from coming back completely.

But you couldn’t.

Mainly due to the man you’re staring at now, half-hoping he can’t feel your burning gaze.

He’s stunning, and he’s been coming for the past few weeks now. Always on a Tuesday, for some reason, but you ignored the choice of weekday and instead decided to have your gaze wander across his features. His blue office shirt is unbuttoned at the top, just enough that light blonde hairs poke out of the revealed opening. His suspenders are tight against his chest, brown, connecting to his tan slacks. Shiny office shoes adorn his feet as he leans back, crossing his foot over his knee as he takes a sip from his own drink (something dark) and fixates on the book in front of him.

He’s beautiful. Tempting. Like forbidden fruit, except he doesn’t seem to be married.

Even better.

The one thing you do pick up on is how incredibly tired he looks. He normally comes in with another man, this one’s palette almost inverse from your muse’s; dark suit, white shirt, dark hair, but the same bags underneath his eyes and tired facial expressions. They don’t typically speak to each other that much, due to how quiet the rest of the venue is, and choose to read together instead.

However, today, his companion is not here. He has come alone.

One of your fingers, complete with a perfectly manicured black nail, rubs against the edge of your glass as you watch him. He wears glasses, the golden rims catching the lowlight every once in a while as his eyes scan across the words in front of him. He hasn’t noticed you staring; he never has, which is somewhat of a shock to you. Whenever someone is staring at you, it feels like there’s fire alight on the back of your neck. He’s either completely oblivious, or he knows and he doesn’t seem to care.

Something about that makes your thighs clench together. The song in the background, playing gently against the velvet walls, does nothing for your growing yearning for the man.

Something chronic, bit demonic I been on the late shift All alone, staring at my phone

Sin and tonic Stupid promise Something like a death wish All alone, stare into my soul

You’ve never been one for one-night stands, but for him, there is a chance you’d make an exception.

You down the drink, drawing on the courage of the gin as you stand, making your way over to him. You identify his book, first; ironically, it’s one of your favorites, and a smile tugs at your lips as you approach. He looks up in surprise, before his expression smoothens into something close to neutrality. “Well, well, the voyeur finally decides to encounter their muse, eh?” he says, and his voice washes over your ears like silk. It’s gorgeous, with a low pitch and a rasp that makes the ache in your stomach only strengthen.

You take a seat, smiling and blushing to yourself that you’ve been discovered. “I was wondering how long it would take you to notice,” you admit, and he smiles back, folding a worn bookmark into the page he's reading and shutting the book, placing it on the table before turning to you, taking another sip of his own drink. It’s whiskey, made neat; you can tell from the smell across the table.

You sit awkwardly for a moment, listening to the crackling of the fire behind you, before he breaks the silence, his smooth voice taking up space once again.

“Come here often?”

You can’t help but chuckle. “More than I will admit,” you respond, “but it’s nice here. Gives me a chance to slow down after work, and the drinks are lovely.”

He nods, agreeing. “Yes, it’s a good place. Higuruma and I come here often after work; he also enjoys unwinding in a quieter atmosphere.”

Higuruma. That must be his companion. “What do you both do?” you ask, your elbow appearing on the table as the side of your head rests on your open hand. He leans forward then, fully facing the table, and sighs. “He’s a lawyer. Ironic, since he’s just finalized his own divorce as well. I stick to the salary business. It’s boring, but it’s something. Pays the bills at the end of the day.”

You hum. “If I may be honest, you don’t look as if you’re happy there at all.”

He laughs at that, a jovial laugh that isn’t obnoxiously loud; it’s just enough to be between the two of you. “Yes, well, dealing with finance is never an enjoyable activity, but I’ve been in it long enough now where I can find my own pleasures. Especially outside of work when I can look at such a pretty lady, if I do say so myself.”

The blush that appears on your cheeks is bright red, you can feel it as you look down bashfully. “Oh, don’t get shy on me now,” you hear him say as he reaches across the table, lightly touching your chin and raising your face to look back at him. There’s a softness in his gaze, one that you’re not used to. The touch is gentle as well, and you’re praying that he can’t feel the spark you felt as soon as his fingertips touched your skin.

Instead, you opt for teasing him.

“That was a bit forward, wasn’t it?”

He pales, moving his hand away. “Oh, God, sorry, I just—”

You grab his hand, a smile on your lips again as you hold it between your own, rolling your eyes. “Kidding. Promise,” you reassure him as his face relaxes again in relief, “I’d have said something much faster if you crossed a line, don’t worry. Although to me, it seems you don’t enjoy doing that very often. Salarymen are always so by the book.”

He nods, rolling his eyes as well. “I try not to be. Hence me attempting to read books more,” he gestures to the book on the table, “and being here. It’s not as public as many people have dragged me to, but it’s intimate enough where it feels nice to unwind.” He takes another swig of his whiskey, his cheeks dusted a light pink from the alcohol.

You both chat about other things, such as the books you’re reading, what you do for your job, your favorite drinks and what speakeasies and intimate bars you’ve both been to. Before you know it, it’s dark outside, and you’re fumbling for your bag and your keys, cursing at how long you’ve stayed. “I know it’s Friday,” you say, standing, “but I always like to be home a little early. That way I can pour a glass of wine after being here and relax even more.”

He’s standing up with you almost mechanically, tucking his book into a briefcase you didn’t notice before. There’s a flash of black-and-white print inside of the case, but you don’t get a good look before he shuts it and locks it, smiling at you and offering his hand.

“Well, I can’t allow for a stunning woman such as yourself to walk home alone, yes?”

You’re tempted to say no. You know for a fact this is a decision you’re either going to regret or enjoy, but at the point you are at with knowing him better than some of your own coworkers who you’ve worked beside for years, your better judgment is shelved for an impulse decision.

You take his hand.

“Well, well, Kento, I will take you up on the offer. What a kind gesture to someone who's been staring at you for weeks. How do you know I don’t have terrible intentions?” you ask him as he walks with you to the door, hand in hand. He looks back at you with a smile, crinkling the edges of his eyes.

“I’m quite good at reading people.”

“Need you, Kento.”

The plea comes out as a whine, the blonde man’s head between your thighs as he laps at your center. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, and you feel your obsession roaring in your ears as he smirks against you. “How do you need me, darling?” he whispers, and your hips buck into his face, forcing him to return to sucking on your sensitive clit.

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Forever.” It’s all coming out as senseless babbles, your hands deep in his hair, tugging on the strands and scratching at his scalp as his strong hands hold your legs apart, your thighs twitching against his grip. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; he doesn’t seem to mind your comments, either, even if they do seem a little intense at the moment. It seems he either knows his effect on you, or he enjoys hearing about it.

The latter makes you wetter just thinking about it.

You’d had him walk you home, sharing a glass of wine on your couch as you discussed your favorite pieces of literature, the books strewn across the floor in the flurry of motion instigated by Kento himself. “Please do not take this the wrong way,” he had whispered, before placing the wine glass on the coffee table, “but I cannot stand staring at your lips and doing nothing about them.”

You’d kissed him then, whiskey and wine and a calming feeling flooding your veins as your lips moved against him, his large hands cupping your face so gently as if he didn’t want to harm you. But little did he know, that was what you craved; you wanted him to devour you, to make you think of nothing but him. If you were hung up on him for the rest of your life, you would be satisfied.

Come and get that honeySweeter than I ever knewTell me that you love meLove me till my lips turn blue

“K-Kento—”

He leans back, his fingers having been added to the mix, squelching as he scissors you open so deliciously well that your back is arching. His thumb, locked onto your clit, keeps it under a steady rhythm as you cry out. Every brush against the sensitive area is tightening that coil in your stomach, your whole body trembling beneath him. You can feel it, the climax roaring into you like a shockwave. “Gonna c—”

He leans over you then, his lips centimeters away from your ear, and growls.

“Cum for me, sweet thing. Cum all over my fingers, I know you can do it.”

The explosion of emotions that comes out of you, the noises, everything feels like a dam bursting as your soaking pussy twitches and drools all over his fingers, dripping onto the couch as you cum harder than you ever have before. The whole world seems to fall away except for Kento’s face, a haloed silhouette, like an angel coming to deliver you from everything that’s harmed you.

He looks down and grins, as if he’s proud of his handiwork, and as he looks back at you, you cannot help but watch him as you ride out your high.

I love you falls from your lips, but he doesn’t bat an eye. He doesn’t even flinch; in fact, his motions only get more aggressive as he fucks you into overstimulation, tears pricking at your eyes and breaking your lashline, sliding down your cheeks.

“Say it again.”

“W-What?” it comes out choked as you shudder underneath him, his fingers only continuing their movements.

“Say it again.”

“I love you?”

“Say it more confidently. Come on, sweet thing.” He sounds exasperated, and in your vulnerable state, all you want to do is please him. Make him want to stay with you, make him live inside of your bones.

“I love you. I will love you forever if you’ll let me, I—”

“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers as he finally relents, removing his fingers from your center. He doesn’t wipe them on his slacks, however…instead, he chooses to prod at your lips, his other hand brushing away your tears. You obey within a beat, sucking on your own juices underneath him, watching his pupils dilate. His gaze is dark; it’s like his own obsession with you is forming, a mutual delusion you both can share.

His hand removes itself from your mouth, before his belt clinks and you hear the zipper of his pants echo around the room, clearing the post-climax daze and fluff that had been stuffed in your head. You clench as you feel the head of his fat cock brush against your abused opening, and he leans down close to you, his broad, bare chest flush with your own.

“God, you’re everything,” he whispers as he slides in, and your mind goes blank.

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah, I knew it I been through it

Oh god Can you make my heart stop? Hit me with your kill shot, baby I mean it, so serious

divider credit: @/benkeibear

networks: @thehoneypotserver @enchantedforest-network

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#kentophilia #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #jjk x reader #hooo boy this song was SO delicious to listen to. and research about as well. i love a good obsessive love #ari's autographs #ari's got mail!#after hours

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zecretsanta · 5 months

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Fic: Lavender for Loneliness

To: @aciesvirtus

From: @lightphieric

AO3

Happy holidays! As an avid tea drinker and a huge fan of Kyle’s, I loved your prompt about Kyle having a tea party. Enjoy these three scenes from various moments in the best boy’s life! Since you also had a prompt about Carlos and Maria, they have a cameo in the final scene, too. (I have this headcanon about Kyle going to Earth with the other participants after the true ending to live in a settlement led by Carlos, so that’s where that scene takes place if you were lost.)

Age 10 – Rhizome 9

When a child in a cartoon held a mock tea party, it was to indicate that they were very imaginative or very lonely. Kyle was both of those things, granted. But he never picked up on that nuance. To him, a tea party, just like every foreign image he saw on his tablet, was something that normal children did. And he wanted so badly to be normal.

His guests were Lagomorph, a rabbit with stuffing coming out of his long, floppy ears; Panthera, a lion with mismatched buttons for eyes; and Tina, a bear wearing a nurse’s hat, whose matted fur may have been white many, many years ago. They had all been Kyle’s companions for as long as he could remember. He was pleased now to realize just how many friends he had, enough to fill a four-sided table, if he’d had one. As it was now, Tina and Lagomorph had to sit side by side on the long end of Kyle’s pullout bed.

He arranged his tea set carefully: in the center of the bed, his globe sitting on top of his tablet, and four building blocks set in front of himself and his guests. The globe spun in place as he tilted it towards Panthera’s building block. “Earl Grey for the cat?” None of Kyle’s toys even remotely resembled a teapot. He wondered why Father would neglect to give him a plaything that seemed so essential; the fact that it was only little girls hosting tea parties in the cartoons did not register with him.

“Here’s your oolog,” said Kyle to Lagomorph, his mispronunciations warped into incomprehensibility by his voice modulator. “And for me, some cabameel.” He took his block in his hand and pressed it against his faceplate. It hadn’t occurred to him that he should remove his mask for this. He didn’t really know what tea was, that it was something to be drunk. This was just the way normal children moved when they hosted a tea party. They lifted their pinkies. They wrapped their bedsheets around their shoulders just so. They exchanged words like “Marvelous!” and “Indeed!” with their guests. Kyle didn’t know why any of it was done, but he played along anyway. An imitation of an imitation.

As Kyle scolded Tina for spilling, a self-consciousness washed over him. There were eyes on him always, the cameras hidden in his home’s every nook. Kyle was accustomed to and unbothered by the fact that Father or his artificial intelligences could be watching him at any moment. It was only when he saw his armor reflected in Panthera’s button eyes that he realized how foolish he looked, playing at being an average child.

Clumsily and hastily, Kyle swept his table settings away without so much as a gracious goodbye to his guests. He felt his tears condensate on the interior of his mask, but no one else saw him cry. No one ever did.

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Age 18 – Rhizome 9

Kyle’s first gulp was far too big. He gagged and the tea poured indelicately over his chin; it burned, and the bitter taste lingered on his tongue.

“Oh dear,” said Akane, pressing her fingertips against her chin like she did when she was trying to stifle a laugh. With her other hand, she handed him her cloth napkin.

“I don’t like that,” said Kyle as he dabbed his chin. Some of the tea had gone down the front of his suit, soaking his chest. He could sit with the discomfort until it was time to bathe; he was used to it. “You said there were flowers in it.” Perhaps he had been a fool for assuming roses would taste as sweet as they smelled.

“Black tea can be an acquired taste, I admit – Kyle, the table, as well,” Akane said, tapping the metal surface just at the edge of his spill. Sheepishly, Kyle wiped the table clean, something he’d gotten used to Luna taking care of for him. “I’ve grown to like it this way, but I used to prefer it with milk. That would cut the bitterness. My colleague Maria even liked to mix her tea with honey, before our supply of it ran out.”

“Honey? What bees make?”

“We used it as a sweetener before,” said Akane. She smiled. “If only you could have tasted it, Kyle. It could make just about anything delicious.”

Akane talked a lot about “before.” Kyle had come to realize that everything he’d once assumed was “normal” was really just the world of “before,” a world that was now gone. But Akane always spoke of it with a wistful hopefulness, as if she thought it would come back some day. It made Kyle hope, too, as he was still unaware of what her plans were to bring “before” back. One day, he would live a normal life. Have a normal family. Be a normal person.

First, though, Akane would have to teach him how to act like he belonged.

“Why don’t you try the tea again? You might like it better now that it’s cooled.” She pulled Kyle’s attention back to the beverage he’d blissfully forgotten about over several minutes of her correcting his posture and instructing him to maintain eye contact as they spoke. It was all unintuitive for a man who had lived his entire life encased in metal, but he had been the one to ask her for lessons in etiquette. And apparently, normal people practiced etiquette over tea.

Kyle looked down at the murky black liquid sitting before him in Father’s favorite mug. It was no longer spewing tendrils of steam, and it smelled just as sweet as ever (although Kyle now knew how misleading a scent could be). He lifted the cup in his gauntlet – Akane held hers by lacing her slender fingers through the handle, but Kyle’s hands were too large even when bare – and he drank.

“Small sips, Kyle,” Akane scolded. “It’s rude to gulp.”

Kyle swallowed. “I apologize,” he said with a cough, reaching out to grab the napkin again. “I like it better now,” he admitted as he wiped the tea from his lips. He could at least taste the delicate sweetness of the rose petals now that it was cool.

“I’m glad I could share it with you, then,” cooed Akane. “I wasn’t able to bring many of Maria’s leaves from Earth, but I would happily let you have the lion’s share if that’s what you would like.”

Kyle cringed, remembering Panthera’s judgmental stare. “Oh… no, that’s all right.” He didn’t think he disliked tea. But it was underwhelming. His tastebuds were attuned to artificial and heavily preserved dehydrated foods calibrated precisely to his necessary nutritional intake; the idea of consuming something just because it tasted nice remained foreign. And besides, even if he had loved it, the idea of growing so attached to such a finite resource seemed… foolish. He felt himself shrink into his suit in shame. How had he been so stupid as to let himself indulge?

Akane extended her hand to comfort him. Kyle watched as it landed on his upper arm, but he couldn’t feel her touch through the metal. She promptly realized her mistake and touched his cheek instead, brushing away a stray droplet of tea with her thumb. “I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?”

“Not at all.” Having a mother, someone to teach him things and be stern, was one of the parts of normal life Kyle had always wanted. But now that he had that, he was faced with a new problem. He knew how to behave himself at a tea table. But when would he ever have a use for that knowledge?

—

Age 24 - Earth

Maria stuck her pinky out as she sipped her tea. Akane had claimed that was improper, but Maria held her teacup with two fingers and a thumb and laughed as she extended her pinky, as if it were the most joyous feeling in the world.

Kyle imitated her as he lifted his own cup. It was so much easier to extend a single finger without his suit restricting his flexibility. His cup wobbled in his grip and some tea dribbled onto his shirt, but he held in his embarrassment and met Maria’s gaze with a smile. The corners of her eyes wrinkled as she laughed.

“God, Kyle, you’re such a dork.” Phi couldn’t restrain her own smile despite her teasing.

Alice rolled her eyes. “Oh, go easy on him, Phi.” She was also grinning. “That’s a hell of a throwback. I used to lift my pinky when I was a kid throwing tea parties for my stuffed animals.” She nudged Kyle with her elbow and mirrored him herself.

Carlos called over from his spot by the counter. He didn’t drink tea like his sister did, but Kyle had still wanted him there – he was the one who had given them all this home on Earth, after all – so he kept the fire stoked so the kettle didn’t go cold. “I wish I still had my camera,” he said warmly.

“What would you take a picture of?” Kyle asked, tilting his head.

“You party animals, of course!”

Maria sighed and leaned towards Kyle conspiratorially, her free hand clutching the head of her cane to keep her balance. “He would always take pictures of birthday parties and give them as gifts after the fact. You know. Before.”

She brushed the word off her shoulder. She and everyone else sitting around the table knew that “before” was gone for good, despite what Akane and Sigma had accomplished. This birthday party would only ever be a facsimile of “normal,” for the two women who had been ripped from the time they called home, for the two siblings who had watched the world they loved be destroyed, for him, the birthday boy whose “birth” had only ever amounted to being extracted from a growth chamber.

But Kyle was okay with that. Because for all the normalcy that would forever be out of his grasp, he had the thing he’d always wanted the most: companionship. He had more friends now than he’d been able to even visualize with his stuffed animals. He had too many friends to fit at one table – there might have been room here for Clover and Dio, too, but Clover had just received a memory of Kyle’s unsportsmanlike behavior in another timeline and needed space, and Dio had shared his birthday wishes privately that morning. Just the love of Maria, Carlos, Phi, and Alice was overwhelming, in a wonderful way.

Not to mention that Maria’s herbal blend of mint leaves and chamomile was delicious.

#submission #vlr #ZTD #kyle #maria #carlos #aciesvirtus #lightphieric #zecret santa 2023

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k4creative · 2 months

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Raven and Cat

Please be my beta readers! 😊

I saw this photo on facebook for the umpteenth time this week and I decided to consider it a writing prompt. I'm keeping the premise, but I am deviating from the picture somewhat.

Here is the first part. I hope, I’ll be able to continue it!

Note: english is not my first language.

Any comment, criticism and good-intentioned help is welcome!

In a forest clearing, on a moss-covered, sunny rock, a big white cat sleeps.

Calling this cat white though is like describing a sunset as ’orange’, or the eye of your lover as ’blue’... As the sun rays glide over his coat, you can observe, that parts of it are white as milk, others are like whitewash, or the silvery-creamy white of a pearl. His whiskers fracture the light into rainbow-coloured sparkles, and his fluffy tail – his pride and joy – gleams like the light of a harvest moon.

He sleeps restlessly. His ears are constantly twitching - catching the noises of the forest –, so does the end of his tail. Now his ears perk up, he opens one yellow eye and in the very next second he’s sitting upright, regally curling his tail around his front paws. He looks like, he never slept. An unholy swishing sound fills the forest clearing as an enormous black bird breaks the treeline. It lands without fuss a little further from the cat. It’s eyes glow purple for a moment, but the next blink clears the enchantment, leaving only the normal colour of anthracite in the big bird’s iris.

-Well? – asks the cat, unable to mask his agitation.

-Nothing. – comes the reply in a sharp, edgy tone. – I looked everywhere. – continues the bird, adjusting their chest feathers irritably – There’s no way she’s still in the vicinity. I can see traces of her mana all over the place…it is her territory after all…but beyond the Border…only a faint trail pointing North. We’re gonna have to follow her dammit! It’s been a month…

-I vote we wait for another week. There were times, she was away longer than…

-Yes yes – interrupts the raven rather rudely – but she always, always left instructions and sent dreams if she was delayed.

The cat visibly pouts after the interruption. His whiskers twitch and his pupils dilate for a split second. He remains accusingly silent, looking daggers at his companion.

-Look – says the raven, perfectly imitating a human sigh – I know you are territorial…I am too, but this is serious stuff.

-What about her villages? – asks the cat, finding her superior tone again.

-They have to make do without her anyway. – shrugs the raven – We did everything we could since she left. We educated that dull herbalist down in Riverbend. I replenished the potions of all the barber surgeons in the area and you strengthened every enchantment around the Border. The people gotta be fine until winter. – they tilt their head with a nasty expression on their beak - If this is not enough, they’d die without her anyway…

The cat lowers his lashes disapprovingly, then he lets out a sigh, yawns and stretches. The raven fidgets, waiting for a reply. They know that the cat has a bad temper and a stick up his butt about basically everything, so they force themselves to be patient. With two small licks of the hair on his chest, he finishes the ritualistic stretching and – apparently – the thinking too.

-I think in this particular matter your surmise might be true, bird. – the cat’s sonorous voice sounds in the raven’s head – However, an expedition of this importance and caliber should not be rushed. We need provisions: food, water, enchantments…we have to think about lodgings along the way…

-You must be joking! You are a hunter and a high class mage for the goddess’ sake! And I am a proud scavenger. Food? Water? Lodging?! It’s high summer, we can sleep wherever and whenever. You are nocturnal and I can adapt my eyes, so we can even move at night...! Stop pussyfooting around this and let’s go!

The moment they say it, the raven knows it was a mistake. They pull their head way down between the wings and with rapid blinking, looks apologetically at him. His eyes sparkle, ears flat, mane is all fluffed up and his whole body radiates righteous indignation. If the situation wouldn’t be this serious, the raven would flee now, till he calms down, but not now.

-Look, I am sorry! It was tactless of me to use that word, but we have to go and we have to start now!

-I will not let this insult slide, bird! - sounds his voice in the bird’s head, underlined with a faint growl emanating from his throat. His blue left and yellow right eyes sparkle with fury. The raven is certain that if the enchantment would still be active, they’d be able to see his mana swirling red around his paws. After a few seconds of heavy eye contact, he gets a hold of himself.

-Unfortunately we really are pressed by time here. – he sighs, forcing calm on himself - She can only count on us. I will follow your lead for now, but be warned: you’re dancing on thin ice.

With that, the cat swishes his tail and with energetic bounds, fueled by his unquenched anger, he leaves the clearing. Due North.

The tension leaves the bird’s body after a few seconds. They imitate a heavy sigh again, and to calm themselves down, they emit a silent, low, purring ’kraa’. With a full body shake, they tidy their plumage, activate the enchantment in their eyes with a heavy blink, then take off to the sky, their giant wings beating the air heavily.

#raven #cat #cat&raven #writing #writing prompt #original prose #fic

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excaive · 2 years

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I am ON MY KNEES begging you to explain some parasite lore! Jk, tho I would love to know!! Please

Since you asked I can explain a bit! :3

I've never really properly explained so I'll try and give an overview.

[if you haven't read my short comic Lasting Bonds, that gives insight into some parasite history also]

Parasites in my universe are Kin of Kqo'twec, also known as The Parasite God

They're just a funky creature that might be a bit radioactive, don't worry about it. Being a parasite themself, they infected Keith Sun, gang leader of Black Orbit when they were bleeding out in a ditch lol lucky them.

Kqo'twec and Keith at some point become interchangable. Funny how that works (points at my blog title)

Anyway!

Parasites are divided into two categories: Minor & Major

MINOR parasites are smaller parasites that give a few minor attributes - changing eye color, hair color, giving horns, sharp teeth, tails, claws etc. These are very low maintanance and practically everyone has at least one of some sort, but people don't think much of it bc it's just normal. They're just vibing and as long as you're chill with them and respect them, then the attributes will be maintained. These don't have like. a physical look or body to them (that can be perceived with the naked eye), they're kinda just the concept of giving abilities. Or I mean you can pull out a microscope and check them out, that's just A Shape.

MAJOR parasites are companions! They have a conscience and you need to work with them to maintain a good bond with them. That's ur life buddy. Their attributes are more connected with each other, if that makes sense. For example, transformative parasites are common - parasite that allow their host to physically transform into another form, fully or partially. A parasite could be like. snake adjacent and give you snake-like attributes. Slit pupils, scales, tail and fangs. Those are all attributes from that parasite.

Compared to minor parasites, you could have a couple of minor parasites that give attributes that aren't following the same theme. like you could have goat-like horns and a reptile-like tail, they're just coming from different parasites.

Minor and Major parasites can also compliment each other! If we go with the snake-like attributes again, you could get a minor parasite that could change the scale patterns or pupil shape. it's like pretty customizable lol

Speaking of customization, there are also Modified Minor & Major parasites. Currently it's mainly modified minor parasites on the parasite market bc it's kind of controversial modifying major parasites (but that's not stopping The Company from experimenting with it lol)

This is the major conflict in Black Orbit. It kinda fucks up the natural way of how parasites have been treated since Kqo'twec bestowed the knowledge of them onto the ancestors.

Modified parasites aren't healthy and some get packed with more attributes than they naturally can give + the general public begins to see them (minor parasites) as accessories they can switch out or discard rather than littol cool creatures that make you look dope, which worsens the bond between host and parasite, being very imbalanced - or not there at all. So they don't live that long and their attributes might be "weaker" or quickly fade (dull colors or like. brittle horns) ""luckily"" you can easily extract them and replace them at Parasite Clinics.

The only character with a modified major parasite that I've talked about is Cass. She has a dragon parasite, which. is a whole other can of worms tbh. It's in an artificial coma and its attributes are what is giving her the half dragon appearance and size (she's also full of minor modified parasites that made her beefy lol) so that's definitely not gonna bite her in the ass at some point! It's ok tho bc she's so sexy <3

You might think 'wait isn't a dragon parasite just a transformative parasite then?' which isn't incorrect but. They're special little guys with other requirements than most parasites, and in the city of Sunjin (which the main conflict of Black Orbit takes place) they are not well understood and there's little information about them (well. outside of the B.O.A - the Black Orbit Archives which holds documents and practically the whole history of Kqo'twec's Kin, but only archivists/oathbearers have access to that place.) Keith is so mad about how reckless Cass is with parasites but. well..[gestures at this picture]

I think that's enough for an overview!

#ask #black orbit #cai arts #I think this is the most lore I've dropped here ever #give me an inch and you give me an excuse to go a mile lol #black orbit lore #i do like talking about my stuff but also.#there are freaks (derogatory) out there who put their grubby hands on shit that's not theirs #u can look but oh my god do not touch i'll hunt you for sport #anyway sry for the mini rant thank u for the ask! <3 #u have so many cool points by now interacting with me

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acacia-may · 9 months

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Can I request a headcanon and a song for Lumière and Secre/Nero, please 🧡

Ooh this is an angsty one. I'm not sure if you meant it to be angsty or not, but I feel a deep, bittersweet sadness whenever I think about these two. They deserved so much better! 😭💔

Anyways, yes, of course you may request a headcanon and a song for Lumière and Secre/Nero! Thank you so much for your ask and for playing my song + headcanon game!

Song & Headcanon below the cut because of Black Clover Spoilers (though the anime)

The first song that came to mind when I saw this ask was "In Another Life (Goodbye)" by Jason Walker. The whole first verse really reminds me of when Secre had to say goodbye to Lumiere again at the end of the Elf Arc because she knows "that this was coming" but it doesn't make their goodbye any easier. Though to be fair this song is also very fitting for when he was alive as well--given that he was royalty because of Secre's weak magic making her into a sort of second-class citizen in the kingdom, they probably wouldn't have had the chance to pursue a romantic relationship then either and would have had to say goodbye not only to each other but to their chance at love. Ultimately, the only hope for these two is that they get a chance at happiness in another life--maybe an AU where he doesn't die and/or Secre doesn't get turned into a bird or where they're in the modern era with no rigid medieval caste system, somewhere that is not the canon since the canon universe was not kind to them.

On that note, here's an AU Headcanon for Secre and Lumiere in an alternate universe where Lumiere was just sealed in the Wizard King Statue in a similiar way to Secre being sealed as a bird, so he gets to survive post the Elf Arc:

Now free not only from his statue but also from the responsibilities of being next in line to the throne of the Clover Kingdom, Lumiere decides embrace the normal life of a commoner. He and Secre join the Black Bulls for a while, but when they retire, Lumiere sets out to travel around the kingdom learning about new and interesting kinds of magic with Secre as his companion. Eventually they decide to settle down in a quiet farming village in the middle of nowhere where they live a happy, domestic life as the village's healers, using their magical gifts to help the sick and injured townspeople.

In Another Life (Goodbye) - YouTube

#lumiere x secre #secre x lumiere #lumiere silvamillion clover #secre swallowtail #nero black clover #this pairing is so sweet but so sad #song + headcanon game #answered anons

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raichett · 2 years

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if you're comfortable with it and still taking prompts i'd love for u to write abt scarian!! maybe an outsider's perspective on "Well It's Not Quite Narnia, But" :0? or a fun silly pre-dating thing w arm wrestling...or sumn..!! just ideas <3!

As requested, an outside POV of our beloved pair out on a date!

This flash fic can also be found as the second chapter of "Well It's Not Quite Narnia, But -" on AO3.

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COFFEE DATE

Upon first sight of the pair coming in through the door, the bell ringing above as the wind sweeps in and chills her even on the other side of the room, Sheela thinks they’re cosplayers. Or ren-faire goers. Something like that.

It’s mid-afternoon, less than two hours ‘til closing, and the wind howling through the streets of the city has sent most inside, seeking shelter in shops and homes and places of work. It’s past the lunch hour, and the dim light of late autumn has had most already complete any outings already, so it’s pretty quiet in the café. Sheela’s feet ache a little, and the shift’s been dragging long, but she puts on a polite smile anyway and goes over to the table the pair claim, digging her pad and pen out of the pocket of her apron.

They look up at her approach. One looks fairly normal, all things considered: brown-blond hair, freckles, dark eyes, more cute than hot, and smiling politely. He’s wearing red, an almost military style jacket with gleaming gold buttons, over a white shirt and black trousers, a necklace shaped like wings encircling a blue gem hung around his neck; it looks a bit steampunk, and Sheela wonders if there’s a convention in the city she hasn’t heard about, busy as she’s been with her dissertation.

The other man is – not normal. He looks unnatural in some way, like a handsome model photoshopped onto a jpeg background picture of a café interior. His face, scarred though it is, is too smooth, too sculpted, his hair too shiny and rich in colour, his eyes bright enough to give the illusion of coloured contacts rather than a natural iris, and there’s just – something about the way he moves. It’s too fluid to feel human.

He smiles at her, though, his teeth bright white. Sheela flinches a moment, a shiver flashing down her spine: Predator! her hindbrain screams. She swallows, digs into her stubborn experience of having worked in food-related retail for two years, and brings back her polite smile. “Hello, what can I get for you?”

“Ah, yes, um… Grian?” the unnatural man says, eyes leaving her to focus on his companion, uncertainty suddenly humanising him enough for Sheela’s guts to unknot themselves. A tourist, perhaps? He seems unfamiliar with what he should order, relying on his friend to help him.

The other man flicks a moment through the menu on the table. “Two hot chocolates, please,” he says. “Both with cream and marshmallows – it’s sweet, Scar, don’t worry – and…” He flips the menu over to the other side. “One carrot cake and one millionaire shortbread, please.”

“Will that be everything?” Sheela asks as she pens down the order, the script coming to her lips easily.

“Yeah, that’s everything,” the man says. He looks over to his companion – a man likewise in steampunk-like wear, though his is green and gold rather than red and gold – “Don’t worry, you’ll like this. It’ll be sweet, like the honey-fizz you showed me, all right?”

Sheela leaves the table, walking back to behind the counter. It’s impossible not to overhear their conversation, despite the way she tries to focus on pulling out the correct cakes from the display.

“I know, I know,” the strange man – Scar? – replies. “I’ve just – not been in a huma- in a city. For a while. This is a bit new for me.”

Sheela wonders where he comes from, then. It’s not like cafés are an endangered species in little towns and villages, after all.

“And your marketplace was new to me,” the other man returns. “You showed me honey-fizz and I’ll show you hot chocolate. And cakes are cakes, I’ve got to tell you; we’ll split these two between us. And if you don’t like something, we can just order something else.”

“But then you’ll be paying more – and you said my currency won’t work here; I can’t pay you back.”

Definitely a tourist, Sheela thinks as she pops both cakes onto small plates and loads them onto a tray.

“This is my treat, and I’m not going to lose the roof over my head if I buy a couple of extra cakes at the café, I assure you.”

Sheela sprays whipped cream from the container into the tops of both mugs and sprinkles mini marshmallows on top. She puts them on the tray next to the cakes, lifts it up, and brings it over to the table the men are sitting at, by the window and overlooking the street. It’s still pretty grey outside, some loose newspaper flapping in the wind by the kerb. Not the best view, but they’re in a city centre, not a country garden.

“Here you go,” Sheela says as she places the tray down. She unloads the drinks first, and then the plates, not bothering to ask who wants which one if they’re just going to split each in half anyway. “Enjoy,” she smiles, taking the tray away after adding a small pile of napkins to the table.

“Thank you, we will,” probably-Scar answers, the first direct words he’s said to her.

Sheela nods and retreats behind the counter again, busying herself with wiping down the surface there. In the corner of her eye, she sees maybe-Scar poke at the whipped cream and scoop a bit into his mouth from his finger. The other – Grain? Grayson? – rolls his eyes but hides a smile behind his mug.

“Oh! Oh wow, Gri, I love this – what plant does this come from, can we grow it over in Vex?”

“Maybe. I’ll look it up.”

They’re kinda cute together, Sheela thinks as possibly-Scar becomes animated, biting into his half of the millionaire shortbread and gesturing enthusiastically – though wordlessly, manners keeping his mouth closed while he eats – to his companion. The put-upon sigh of the other man is so old-married-couple, as is the fondness softening his eyes, visible even from the other side of the room.

I hope one day I get a partner who looks at me like that, Sheela decides. That would be nice.

#my writing #flash fic #scarian #hermitshipping #ask

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sansebastinae · 1 year

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slipshod writing because i just want a companion random story to that edit accompanied with some drawings (and also all written in lower case)

fernando is pissed as balls that his engine broke down in abu dhabi. He can’t even have a leaving-team race in peace, and worst of all, no donuts. he can’t send seb off like he wanted. everything was going to plan even. alas renault’s high quality engine™ decided it had enough of the year and wrecked itself in the middle of the race.

karma in a way after ocon’s car also went spectacularly, it seems

so there he is dragging his items and the whole nine yards to the aston martin motorhome with his friend and basically minder because he’s also had enough with alpine management screwing him over. aston was nice enough to have a few spare rooms so he dumps everything in there and just. sits on a chair. he’s properly rinsed anyway and tired and also sad that now he has one less super experienced driver to go toe to toe with and really get him going

Internally he’s wishing really really hard. i wish with whatever is left of my heart that i get a really fun season next year with not a lot of crashes and good good racing please i'll politick a little less even.

something in his mind makes a faint click sound, but he's gone and napped too far to care about it.

Anyway his friend just lets him ko on the floor because it’s fernando, he knows what he's doing 95% of the time so its alright.

might as well acclimatise to the aston place that feels immediately extra homey and already accepted him as compared to alpine. Its gonna be his team for a while after all. uncharacteristically he just straight up KOs on the floor and no one had the mind to actually wake him up because that’s a dirty floor sir. but it's a comfy dirty floor for starters.

- - - - -

Anyway it gets real funky when he gets up and is in a hotel, but he felt like the entire weight of last season was completely gone. Its an athlete thing to always be at the top of your game, but right now he feels the same as if it was 2012 all over again and superduper motivated. That’s absolutely not right.

It’s dawn and really cool out and his stuff is still there except none of them are alpine related. It’s practically his black sponsorless suit and normal kimoa stuff. His helmet is…not bwt? It’s his standard asturias flag, not the horrible and pink but also seemingly missing the tribute flag lines he did for seb’s last race.

wait a minute, the season just ended.

he finds out he's near silverstone and his friend’s basically at the door telling him he needs to get ready to go to aston’s hq, meet the team etc etc. well ok sure no problem, except he swore it was not that fast dude. sadly the calendar on his phone says 1 JANUARY 2023 ..

He gets driven to the hq by his friend and he loves how nice the whole place is turning out. Getting to know the engineers and also Lance’s engineers and see how the car will go. Judging from how chatty they all are they are really excited about it, saying that he was excited about it, but fernando has legitimately zero idea about how the aston car felt like. because he can’t remember if he did a post season test or anything, and for once in his life just hoping he's not too clueless while looking around in the factory

Now you see, the other driver standing there waiting around isn't 185.5cm and fernando remembers this very well because Lance is a lanky man. This person is very much 176cm and wearing a knitted aston beanie and has the stupidest but gentle looking hair curls. He also has the biggest shit eating grin on his face seeing fernando come in and welcoming him in happily

“wait you're supposed to be retired totally wtf” fernando is whispering in semi-panic later when the engies are all away to get things because “THAT IS WHAT HAPPENED” and he is positive the date is 1 January 2023

“No??? We welcomed you in and stuff remember”

“No you said you were done with the whole thing and you wanted to do new things not driving”

"fernando you're getting old!!!! i signed for another year"

This makes nando the most confused he has been in years and to make sure he proper isn't on some funny drug, he asks seb if he did post season testing

“Yeah you were really loving it you said the engine was really solid despite the miles i did”

Nando runs out of questions because he knows seb is almost incapable of lying unlike him who has chronic politicking syndrome. Also because the man is looking at him like he has grown five heads and that's not a good way to greet your new teammate.

- - - - -

He leaves the factory very confused but also very satisfied in the racing part of things, because the car feels so strong. He gets a genius idea on the way to his car and knows the internet is permanent, and he checks his twitter and-

that is not right. there isn't a single post about seb’s retirement. In fact the month of July-August is celebrating that both he and seb are going to aston, hell there’s an edit.

it takes him a minute to parse that this is in fact the new reality and he has 2 months to slowly get to it. he thinks he has a plan, but it fizzles before realising the contact he wanted to speak to wasn't even in his phone. briatore has stopped existing in his list .

...

who's briatore again?

#writing #idle thoughts #alexa play pools by gla/ss animals lol just vibin while shitposting

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godofdystopia · 1 year

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Lead me not into Damnation

I cant believe im stuck with this title now. Its all i got though so too bad for me :/

Anyway, welcome to the first story ive written for Wrath of the Righteous. It will not be the last. Arueshalae is the best and i love her and so does my commander Malara.

Please enjoy this short little hurt/comfort i guess, i stand by it

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When the Commander came back from Kenabres, everyone knew something was different.

For one thing, she had left with five companions and only came back with four. Now, normally, this wouldn't have prompted such mystery: The worldwound was dangerous and everyone knew it. They would erect a small monument and say a few prayers before offering their condolences to the commander and moving on with their lives because everyone could feel that the end of the crusade was near. But the Commanders other companions who had gone with her didn't react like grieving comrades. Not at all.

Seelah had thrown herself into training with a furious zeal, spitting curses and swears like the training dummies had personally offended her. There was no grief in her, only righteous anger and betrayal. Trever scowled and prowled around the city in a dark haze even deeper than the one he had usually: a great achievement for the former slave of Alushinyrra. Daeran had disappeared and kept himself scarce for he couldn't decide if he wanted to chuckle humorously to himself before wincing guiltily or scowl at any passerby who chuckled or laughed for any reason whatsoever.

And Nenio… Well, Nenio seemed to be focused on the two masks the inner circle had procured and so had promptly forgotten whatever had put the rest of her comrades into a tizzy so at least there was some normalcy out of it all.

And Camellia was gone. Nobody quite knew where she had gone off to and anyone who asked got yelled at, scowled at, or subjected to long and furious ranting by whoever they had asked.

The Commander had sequestered herself into the citadel and had so far not come out, usually the tiefling woman would have been out and about at least once or twice if only to see how the fortress-city was doing but so far she was a no show, it was worrying.

And so people wondered and theorized about what had happened, as they wanted to do with any mystery. And all the while the world turned on.

Just as it wanted to do.

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On a very luxurious bed in the heart of the Drezen Citadel, a tiefling woman lay despondent.

The bed was a silken wonder, soft as a cloud and with blankets and sheets that cost more than most people had in their homes. Around the room, hanging from the rafters and across the ceiling, vines crept along every surface they could and bloomed into every flower imaginable. Bright blue butterflies flapped lazily around the prettiest flowers they could find and occasionally joined the ethereal blue ones that currently lay all across the tieflings body and just rested there with her.

The tiefling herself was maybe one or two inches shorter than most people. A leonine face with bright red eyes surrounded by silky black hair currently tied back into a simple braid showed a martial beauty broken only by the numerous scars on the left side of her face, from a childhood encounter with some Inquisitors gone wrong. Ten glorious, starry butterfly wings sprawled out in every direction from her back, the constellations of the night sky etched onto their velvety blue membranes.

The Azata in training would have gone throughout the fortress by now, would have tried to do something, anything at all to get out of her own head, but everytime the urge to do so came up the same phrase that had haunted her the entire time away from Kenabres came back.

“There is no Mireya, I made her up.”

Those eight little words had destroyed her.

Camellia had been a friend, had been a crush when they traveled across Kenabres the first time all those months ago now. She was elegant and graceful and had lied to her face. She had lied and now Malara just lay there and wondered where on Golarion it had all gone wrong.

She had believed her, had trusted her. Camellia had told her it was all for the spirit that tormented her and why would she lie?

“The truth is I like killing.”

Camellia was a monster and Malara had indulged her, had gladly gone along with her horror because she had trusted her. Malara was supposed to be better than that, had been better than that. She was becoming an Azata for Desna’s sake! She was supposed to be a spirit of freedom, and good, and-

“There is no Mireya, I made her up.”

The butterfly winged tiefling curled up into a ball and hugged her legs to her chest in a fetal position. Her wings fluttered before going back to laying uselessly on the comfy bed like they had been for the past few hours.

… Had it all been a lie?

Camellia had said that she was her friend, but she had also said that all the atrocities were for the good of Golarion. She’d lied to her face over and over again so who even knew what the truth of their friendship was.

Malara had faced down two different Demon Lords at this point and had faced down Mephistopheles himself at The Court of Freedom’s Dream. She’d been able to stand tall against temptation even in the heart of Alushinyrra itself.

Admittedly, standing up to Nocticula had been harder than fighting Baphomet or the Devil Prince pretending to be Early Sunset, because the truth was that her greatest weakness had always been pretty women.

And Camellia was beautiful.

And she’d used that to get away with murder again, and again, and again and Malara had allowed it because it was supposed to be for Golarion! It was supposed to help defeat the demons why would she lie!?

“The truth is I like killing.”

Malara sighed weakly as she hugged her knees, the comfortable bed not helping at all. A butterfly landed on her cheek, almost as if trying to comfort her. And then, almost as if mocking, the butterfly took off and headed towards the door, all the butterflies in the room that weren't ethereal extensions of her own power joining them as they all landed on the door and began fluttering their wings.

Malara felt just the least bit hurt, the ardent Desnan had taken comfort from the symbols of her goddess, had taken their presence as proof that Desna was watching over her and approved of her actions.

“There is no Mireya, I made her up.”

Perhaps the proof that she had fallen for a murderess psychopath and let her get away with atrocity after atrocity had been too much for her goddess and she’d finally abandoned her, taking the butterflies away to show that she had turned away from the poor little tiefling who had helped murder countless innocents because it was supposed to be for Golarion, to help close the Worldwound why would she LIE!? A hesitant knock at the door accompanied by some rapid scratching that sounded close to tearing down the whole door made her lift her head, the butterflies now clustering close to the doorknob as they waited.

Normally, Malara would be happy to entertain guests and would happily spend time with anyone that came by so long as they did not try and complain about the Free Crusaders and if they did she would simply direct them towards Anevia and Irabeth.

Well, just Anevia now.

Malara would be happy to open the door, but right now she simply curled into an even tighter ball and refused to get up. If she ignored them, they would probably go away and she could be alone with her thoughts. Her dark thoughts about her failure to stop Camellia, her failure as an ascendant Azata, her failure as a commander, her failure as a friend, her failure as every-

Before her thoughts could continue to spiral, the door was ripped apart as the claws of a worried Havoc Dragon. Aivu, her friend and companion since beginning the path of the Azata, looked worried and frightened. Her insectile wings fluttered nervously while the massive dragon sort of paced behind the door. Her purple scales reflected the torches outside and cast wondrous colors across the room.

Malara raised her head to look at the worried dragon child.

“You wouldn't come out of your room and I was frightened.” She whispered, as if trying to keep it a secret. “I got scared after the second day.”

“It’s alright Aivu, I'm just…” she trailed off in the face of the young dragon's distress. “I’m getting better.” she offered weakly. And falsely.

Aivu made a whine of distress and looked behind her at something. “Come on, get here and help her already.” Who was she tal-

“May I come in, Malara?”

Arueshalae.

If there was one person that Malara wanted to see more than anyone else, it was the Succubus she had fallen madly in love with. And yet the idea of seeing Arueshalae right now, of letting the redeemed succubus see her wallow in failure and sorrow, set her stomach tight with discomfort and her heart burned at the thought.

She couldn't let Arueshalae see her like this, couldn't let her see the depths of her descent.

Before she could try and explain that she would rather be alone right now and not be around people, Aivu stole the option form her by nudging the reformed succubus through the door and into the room before bounding off to go guard the hallway and make sure the two of them were undisturbed.

And so the two were left alone.

“Uh, come in I guess.” She muttered as she turned over so her back was to the wall. She didn't care that it was uncomfortable on her wings because she deserved the discomfort right now.

Arueshalae sent her a concerned look and made her way towards the bed before sitting on the floor in front of her, eye level with the despondent tiefling. She didn't say anything, just waiting patiently for the commander to speak.

Ever so slowly the ethereal butterflies around her took off and began to flutter gently around the room, mixing with the real ones that had come from the little slice of Elysium. They fluttered peacefully around Arueshalae and her, just circling, and that was what finally broke her.

“I trusted her, you know?” she said, staring at all the butterflies around them as they danced through the air. “I trusted her to stand by my side, to help me. She promised that it was all for good, that it had a purpose.”

“I know.” Arueshalae said simply, continuing to slowly pet Malara’s hair as the tiefling woman wallowed in despair.

“They were there for a new job. Horgus hired them to work the mansion. They were just there for work.”

Arueshalae said nothing, merely laying one of her wings on Malara’s side in comfort.

“They had lives. They had families that loved them, maybe even kids. They survived the siege unharmed, they made it out alive after Deskari ruined the city. And I… I…”

Malara shivered, the memories of the massacre imprinted on her mind. She would never forget the faces, never forget that entire day no matter how much she wished that she could.

“It’s not your fault, you know. Camellia-”

“Didn't make me swing the blade, didn't make me do anything.” Malara said, her voice full of self loathing. “She talked me into it because I truly believed in her. I should have seen the signs.”

“If even the Hand of the Inheritor did not sense the evil in her then how could you have?” She asked.

“Because I knew her longer. And I can think of so many little things that… that should have told me something wasn't right!” And that had been all she had been doing for the last two days, just thinking about all the little things that now screamed that she was a monster.

For Desna’s sake, she even knew about spells on how to hide one’s true nature from detection and had admitted as such before them!

Malara had never felt like such an idiot before.

All the bodies she was found with. The murderous glee with which she threw herself into battle.

The little comments she made about murder and slaughter.

“She murdered someone in camp, you know?” Malara blurted out “It was before we met, even before I got the message out to you.” Arueshalae nodded in understanding and offered a patient smile. “Gargoyles attacked the camp led by Nulkineth and made off with half the army.”

“I heard about that.” Arueshalae winced as she remembered the prison bars shaking as Darrazand raged and roared, destroying multiple buildings throughout the fortress and killing whatever demon came across his vision.

Many demons had hid in the prison till the army made it to the gates of Drezen itself as Darrazand went on his rampage across the city. “Darrazand wasnt happy that Minagho and Nulkineth lost their defense forces to the crusade.” Arueshalae said as the days leading up to her rescue danced through her mind.

“Yeah, Nurah led them to us with a fire…” Malara remembered the odd compulsions that led her to giving Nurah a chance to play a prank on Darrazand rather than… she didn't know, going to Anevia or something.

“Either way, in the chaos Lann and I came across Camellia hiding behind a wagon as the Gargoyles made off with whoever they could or killed those they couldn't.” Malara remembered that night well, and remembered the running fight up the slopes towards the horror show that was Lost Chapel. She didn't think she would ever forget that night.

“She had a dead body at her feet, Arue. At the time i thought it was a gargoyle that got him but…” But he hadnt been nearly mauled enough to be a gargoyle victim, and Camellia claimed she just ‘came across’ the poor bastard.

Desna, she felt like an idiot.

“When I went after mortals, I often targeted the virtuous.” Arueshalae squeezed her hand and she realized she had let that last thought slip out. “They never realized my true nature until I had already sunk my claws into their souls, sometimes literally. I targeted scholars from Absalom and priests of Iomedae, those who I saw as a challenge for pulling one over on them would make the desecration all the sweeter.”

Malara listened, holding onto Arueshalae’s hand like a lifeline as she listened to her lover describe what was honestly terrifying stuff.

“Malara, i know how Camellia works and how she thinks because it was how i was until Desna intervened.” She looked at Malara, making sure to catch the tiefling’s eyes. “Believe me when I say that nobody would have known what she was unless she wanted them to.”

“Anevia knew.”

Arueshalae winced, she had been hoping that Malara wouldn't bring that up. “Anevia is a spymaster whose job is to figure out stuff like this.”

“And yet I knew Camellia more than Anevia did and she figured out she was the murderer in a week.” Malara winced again in shame. “She murdered two people and i let her get away with it because-”

“She lied.” Arueshalae said firmly. “She lied and she had been lying since you met her most likely. The only person at fault for a lie is the liar.”

“And I should have been better!” Malara screamed, the hurt and the pain of what she'd done all falling together in that moment and needing to come out. “I'm the Knight Commander! I'm the head of the Free Crusaders! I’m supposed to be better than someone who falls for bullshit like hers!” Tears were falling from her eyes as she hunched in on herself.

Arueshalae swept in and gathered Malara in her arms, holding the tiefling woman as she wept. They sat there for what felt like hours, just holding one another as Arueshalae held the woman she loved in her arms.

It hurt to see her like this, hurt to hold her as she cried. Hurt to know that it was the explicit fault of someone.

Someone who had hurt what was hers. Who had the gall to dare defy her and attempt to ruin her Malara!

She would kill Camellia, she would kill her one day even if it took a hundred years. Arueshalae knew she should tamp down the demonic rage, should try and be better, but right now she felt too angry to care about that.

She would never tell Malara this, but she was going to murder the half elf. Hopefully, Malara would never find out.

The logistics behind how she would do this would be for another day though, for comforting her was more important than revenge. So Arueshalae put the thoughts aside and simply held her beloved, held her and tried her best to be as comforting as possible.

Finally, after so long, Malara’s tears dried and they came apart. Arueshalae knew what to say, knew what would work, and even though it would hurt it would hurt more to leave her like this.

“I lied to Dimalchio and led him into damnation with an endless supply of lies.” It hurt, to bring up her greatest mistake, but it didn't sting like it used to. After dealing with him in the Abyss… she would never be able to forgive herself for what she did but she had at least found closure.

“Arue, you don't need to talk about him if you don't want to.” Malara actually sat up now, wanting to stop the succubus from digging up that particular old hurt. It was proof that Arueshalae was on the right path.

“No, it's important.” She went on anyway, not wanting to stop now. “I lied as easily as breathing to him and caused him to do horrible things because of it. Is he to blame or am i?”

“No he’s not.” Malara said softly.

“I’m at fault, yes.” Arueshalae nodded. “What he did after I left is on him, but what he did due to my lies is on me. So why is he not at fault for falling for my lies but you’re at fault for falling for hers?”

She didn't know what to say, just sat there in thought while Arueshalae waited patiently.

“I killed innocent people, Arue.”

“I know.” She said softly. “She got me to kill innocent people.”

Somewhere in the far distance, the sun finally fully disappeared from the evening sky and the last light went away till morning. Like a wave, the many flowers and vines began to glow, shining pale blue light that bathed the room in a gentle glow as the flowers of elysium took on light to banish the dark of the evening.

The light bathed around Arueshalae and Malara would swear that it appeared as if she had a halo around her head. The reformed succubus looked down at her with such care in her eyes that she felt her breath be stolen away.

“Malara, I won't pretend that I know what you’re going through.” She said gently. “I've caused such feelings of betrayal and hurt before but never experienced them myself.”

She grabbed Malara’s hand in hers and held it to her chest. “You stumbled, that’s no one's fault but Camellia’s. It will never be anybody’s fault but hers.” She frowned and looked away before coming back to her. “ You helped me overcome my mistakes, helped me know what it means to be mortal.”

She offered a radiant smile to the tiefling. “I'll be here every step of the way to help you like you did me.”

“I love you.” The words slipped out of her mouth as she stared at Arueshalae, her eyes watering at the mere existence of this wonderful woman who held such love and care for her in her heart.

Arueshalae blushed. “I… I love you too, Malara.” she got up to leave, thinking her job was done.

“I’ll let you think on-”

“Wait.” Malara’s hand reached out to grab her own before she could leave. She looked back and Malara looked at her with such desperation in her eyes that it stopped her in her tracks.

“I… I can't be alone. Please…” She begged, hating the sheer need in her voice. She was close to breaking and she knew it. She truly was pathetic wasn’t she?

Before Malara could fall back into despair, a weight joined her on the bed and two arms wrapped around her. Arueshalae, bathed in the light of the glowing flowers around them, looked more like an Azata than Malara ever would.

From the small smile on the former succubus’ face paired with a blush, she may have said that out loud. Right now she didn't care.

“I'll be here for as long as you need me to be.” Arueshalae said gently, holding her so lovingly and kindly.

“Don't leave me, not now.” She begged. “Just… stay with me.”

Arueshalae kissed her. “I'll be here when you wake up. I won't go anywhere.”

She was glad, with Arue in her arms maybe… maybe she could… finally fall..

Malara slowly fell asleep, comforted by Arueshalae’s presence. Clinging to her desperately. Arueshalae smiled and tried to stay awake for as long as she could, watching over her dream as she slept.

But now that she was mortal, she needed rest like anyone else. And soon she too fell into a dream.

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Arueshalae knew she was dreaming.

Her dream was special to her and she would hold onto it for the rest of her days, she would know it anywhere: A cozy cabin somewhere in the wilds with morning light shining through the windows, flowers hanging from the ceiling to give a pleasant aroma, a table packed with handmade food to share, and Malara sitting beside her with eyes full of such love that Arueshalae’s heart sang.

She knew her dream like the back of her hand, just as she knew that this was currently a nightmare.

Malara did not hold her hands with love in her eyes, instead she sat hunched over in her chair and stared at her with… fear. That hurt more than anything.

“I trusted her, you know?” She spoke casually, idly poking at the dream food with her fork. “I trusted her to stand by my side, to help me. She promised it was all for good, that it had a purpose.”

So far, it was going just like it had in the real world. Malara’s words were a perfect mimicry of reality. Soon, she would start tearing up over Horgus’s dead servants that that bitch had fooled Malara into killing.

But now things went astray, for instead of looking sad she looked wrathful as she stared Arueshalae down. “She led me into damnation because it was funny. Remind you of anyone?”

Two blackened and twisted hands, covered with criss-crossing wounds that dripped pus and poison from them landed on each of Malara’s shoulders. She felt her breath catch as she saw the horrifying figure behind her beloved. Golden hair filled with flowers and a bare chest studded with shining gemstones uncovered by a snow-white toga. All offset by a cruel grin and cold, dead eyes that glowed with malice

“She finally understands me, my venomous butterfly.” Dimalchio, the Azata she had led gladly into damnation, said with hideous glee. “She gets it now.”

Arueshalae flinched when Malara stared her down. The tiefling looked afraid of her which only made the fallen Azata laugh. Even after a century spent in the Abyss, he had had a pleasant laugh.

“How long do you think it will take for her, hmm? A month? Maybe a year or two? Me, i think it will only be half a week at most.” Dimalchio said casually, his cold and cruel eyes never leaving hers.

She didn't want to ask, she knew she would hate the answer, but she also needed it. “How long for what?”

“For her to leave you.”

“I get him now” Malara said, her voice so broken that even in this nightmare Arueshalae wanted to reach out and comfort her. “Camellia started my descent and now i'll always wonder when you'll finish me off.”

“The real Malara knows I'm not that person anymore.” she tried to say, but the words wouldn't leave her mouth. She didn't have one, her hands flying up to claw at the empty space where her mouth should have been.

“She’s already begun her journey.” Dimalchio said happily, petting Malara’s hair and slowly turning it golden as the ascendant Azata started to slowly resemble the fallen one. “A murder here, a massacre there, before long she’ll start to kill those who annoy her, and then just for the hell of it.”

“And then…” He rose, taller and taller until the cabin she had built turned to dust and the world around her resembled his abyssal mansion with him standing taller than Deskari himself. He looked down on her like she would look at an ant and laughed loud enough to shatter glass. “She’ll join me here.”

Malara now looked even more beautiful, she resembled the Azata she deserves to be and yet the same signs of abyssal poison were present in her as well: the ruined hands with venom dripping from them, the cold and hateful eyes, the subtle aura of demonic energy. Her horns looked sharper and had a burning crown between them as the tiefling woman leaned in and whispered.

“And it will be all your fault.”

Arueshalae woke with a gasp, the image of her beloved, fallen like Dimalchio, burned in her mind.

She still held Malara in her arms, the tiefling Azata’s wings lowered and still as she clung to Arueshalae like a lifeline. Here, asleep in her arms, the face of despair she'd worn since returning to the fortress city was gone at last and in its place was a look of comfort and contentment.

Arueshala wanted to run, to let go and move away from Malara so she wouldn't hurt her, couldn't ruin her like she did Dimalchio, couldn't bring her into darkness like that worthless scum beneath her heel that dared to hurt her beloved, hurt what was hers!

She forced down the demonic rage, something that even after overcoming her evil nature she would carry for the rest of her days. She forced it back down and focused back on her beloved.

Running, hiding, avoiding her to protect her… once, Arueshala would have done just that, would have thought that that was for the best.

“She finally understands me, my venomous butterfly.” Dimalchio said in her dream, his voice like a pleasant poison.

But your instincts did not control you and your thoughts did not matter so long as you did not act on them. Malara taught her that. What you do is important, more important than thought or instinct.

And Arueshalae would not run away, not now, not when her dream needed her.

Slowly, Arueshalae wrapped her wings around the tiefling woman, forming a blanket around them to hold Malara and bring her in tight.

Arueshala would not run, not now.

She would protect Malara, and would strive to ensure she became the Azata she deserved to be. If she stumbled and fell, Arueshalae would be there to pick her up. If she doubted, she would be there to reassure. She was not a venomous butterfly anymore.

She was Malara’s butterfly.

#pathfinder #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wrath of the righteous #Arueshalae #dimalchio #hurt/comfort #fanfiction

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stygiananon · 1 year

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Destiny Hearts - Prologue

Short Pitch : Magical Girls that have moved on with life suddenly being called back into action, with all the silly trappings played straight.

Background: It's been eighteen years. Eighteen long, normal years since you and the other Destiny Hearts put a stop to the diabolical plans of invaders from beyond a magical rift.

Shifting alliances and dire revelations lead to great sacrifices in the name of peace. Still, with the combined magical might of the Destiny Hearts, the Great Magos A'luric lay defeated.

Following the defeat you, Former Leader Carnelian Red, drifted apart from your companions and mentor, guilt and shame at your decisions driving you to isolation and seeking to forget a past you no longer wished to remember. Triggers for [Breakup][Mentions of injury]

Context: Another night, another call from the Destiny Heart. This time however, your partner confronts you over leaving yet again.

Speaker list

[ ] - Sound Effects -> - Partner

Story Start

A pair of sleeping figures lay in bed, in a small bedroom.

[Cute chime of the Destiny Heart, rustling of the sheets, groggy moan]

-> Seriously? This is like the third time this week... Doesn't your work have anyone else they can call? [Rustling of clothing / sharp click of a tongue]

-> What could possibly be so important that so the need specifically *you* for anyway? Wouldn't the owner or your manager be the better choice? -> And that means it has to be you?

[Exasperated sigh]

-> Sweetheart? Can you please stop for a second and look at me?

-> What's *really* going on with you Red?

-> You get calls to run off at all hours of the night, come home bruised and sweaty, and you honestly expect me to believe that it is from your *office* job?

-> You look like you went three rounds with a heavyweight champion in bare knuckle boxing. Is something happening with you? Is there any way I can help?

-> I just want to be supportive, but you've been shutting me out for weeks.

-> Yes, weeks.

-> The first time was just after you got that job. You had a fractured wrist, I drove you to the hospital after you appeared on the doorstep.

-> Red. We've been living together for months, you're more graceful than a cat. Trying to pawn this off like it is no big deal or that you're just clumsy isn't going to work on me.

-> And the black eye from a few weeks ago? The one that you tried to hide with makeup and when I caught you you said you fell into a door handle? Is... Is someone hurting you?

-> I'm asking questions *because* I care Red.

-> No. I can't just let it go... I should never have let it go on this long, but I thought you would have come to me by now.

-> Because you won't give me a straight answer.

->[scoff] You refuse to tell me where you are actually going for a start.

-> No. No you aren't.

-> [sigh] I know because... because I followed you, or... at least I tried to.

-> Yes, I did. A week ago, you slipped out at night, I tried calling you several times. You didn't pick up, so I drove to your office building.

-> I ended up waiting for at least an hour and a half. A night guard came over and spoke to me, said you never showed up. In fact, he said no one called you at all.

-> Please Red. Please just tell me the truth. Is there... someone else? Are they hurting you?

-> There is no one else... but you can't tell me who is hurting you or where you go?

-> I wouldn't believe you? [Raised voice] I can't possibly understand?! Of course I can't! You won't explain a damn thing.

-> Overreacting?! Are you listening to yourself?! I'm worried sick about you. You've disappeared without a word, not returning for several days, and when you do you're battered and bruised yet you act like nothing happened. You've slipped out of bed no less than six times this past month. Whatever the hell it is you are getting up to has you so exhausted that when you sit for even a few minutes you pass out... How *exactly* am I supposed to be taking this?

[Pause] [Destiny Heart chimes]

-> Trust you... Trust you?! How can I possibly trust you? You aren't saying---

[Destiny Heart chimes]

-> Last chance, I love you Red and I want to trust you but whatever **this** is, whatever it is that's happening right now...

[Destiny Heart chimes]

->[Exasperated sigh] Red... I'm gonna leave. When you are ready to talk, we'll talk.

-> You keep lying to my face, evading my questions, you're hurting and you won't say how or why...

-> I'm going to leave.

-> No. Not forever. I just need time.

[Destiny Heart chimes]

-> Go on. Whatever it is seems important.

[Destiny Heart chimes]

-> No. No, I won't be here when you get back. I'll leave my key.

[Destiny Heart chimes]

-> No tears Red... When you think you can tell me the truth... the entire truth, you know how to find me.

[Destiny Heart chimes]

Happy Valentine's Day! Here's a little something that has been kicking around in my head for quite a while. It's gonna be split into many pieces otherwise we'd be here for ages.

#Audio Script #Multipart Post #Destiny Hearts #Angst

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another-rogue-trevelyan · 3 years

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Y’all I got the funniest email from the BioWare Gear store today regarding my preordered nug and I just had to copy and paste it here because this shit is hilarious

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There is no "right" way to tell a fan that there is an issue with their order...so let's skip past the awkward introductions and just jump in with both feet.

Recently, we were contacted by the folks at Sanchee about our latest order of Squeaking Nugs they were providing to us. When they got the shipment from the manufacturing plant, there was a issue with those cute pink Nugs.

You see, instead of the normal dark pink spots, these little guys have black spots. There was lots of shock and dismay, but then they found this note in the crate...

“Greetings Adored Readers!

NugWatch (the only scholarly dispatch all about that most noble of creatures) is here with an incredible update! We recently received news about a colony of Nugs found living on an island off the southern coast of Rivain, in a series of caves north of the city of Llomerryn. Llomerryn (as you’re no doubt aware) currently serves as a port of ill-repute for the Felicisima Armada.

There’s some debate over how this colony of nugs came to be on the island, but we at NugWatch have theorized that some sailors in years past brought them to the island (either as pets or provisions) and lost of track of them, and the Nugs, being the incredibly adorable survivors that they are, have thrived. What isn’t a matter of debate is that, while undeniably cute, this group of Nugs is having a negative effect on the native flora and fauna of the island. Luckily, with the help of a powerful friend from Orlais (and after a series of negotiations with a captain whose name I shan’t transcribe here for the sake of propriety) we were able to secure all of the nugs for transport and adoption to loving homes across Thedas!

It should be stated that there appear to be several minor differences apparent in this colony when compared to the common nug you’re all familiar with. Most notably, the spots on their hind-quarters are considerably darker than on their mainland cousins. Less stark, but no less fascinating, the flesh of their inner-ears appears to be somewhat darker as well, and their overall skin tone seems faintly deeper, too. We haven’t yet been able to figure out the cause of these slight differences (though we suspect being fed off of scraps from the privateers… unique diets has played a role, at least in part.

Regardless, we know it won’t affect that love and affection our readers will show to these delightful companions, and we urge you to look among them and see if there’s one (or perhaps more) you’d like to adopt into your family. Take a look today and help us get all of these lovable little scamps to good homes!”

So, now you know that we were sent some very rare and uncommon Nugs instead of our normal Squeaking Nug. The question is now, do you wish to accept your amazing new Black Spotted Nug, or would you prefer to receive a refund for you order.

If You Want A Refund:

All you need to do is contact our Customer Service team and request your refund prior to 3/11. They can be reached at https://gear.bioware.com/pages/customer-service

If You Want Your Nug:

You 've got it easy. You can do absolutely nothing and your nug will be sent to you after the deadline expires.

PLEASE NOTE:

While we might be having a little fun with this announcement - we certainly aren't taking this issue lightly. Both Sanchee and the BioWare Gear Store are very upset about the breach in trust we've committed with this manufacturing mistake. Please accept our most sincere apologies. We hope that we can earn your trust agin in the future.

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They fucking made up lore to go with their manufacturing error I can’t even take it

Anyway catch me snuggling my rare and adorable black spotted nug in the near future

#bioware #BioWare gear store #nug #dragon age

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moodymelanist · 3 years

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One Thousand Followers Celebration

okay I’m honestly kind of shook that we’re even here but thank you to everyone who’s a part of our little corner of the fandom. I love you all so so much and I’m so happy to be here ❤️ most people requested something cute and fluffy so here’s Cassian being drunk and and Nesta comes to get him. I hope you all enjoy!! 💘💘💘

feel free to read it on AO3 here too!

word count: 2975

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Nesta was halfway through her latest read when her phone started buzzing incessantly. It was just getting to the good part, where the main couple started to realize maybe there was something more between them than burning hatred, and she didn’t want to put it down. Frankly, it reminded her of her own love story, but she’d never admit that to anyone out loud.

She was forced to look away when her phone was vibrating so constantly with texts she thought someone was calling her. Sighing, she reached for her phone, unlocking it only to see her husband had sent her almost twenty messages.

Cassian, 11:52 PM

Nesta

Nes

I love yiu sooooo muche

Youe so pretty

I weish u were here

everyons laufghint at me but i miss u

wyd

nesssssssssss

are u ignoringme for a book agwain

Swethearft<3

did i tell u i luv u td

wait its ok I ddid

i want a kiss when i see u ok

The remaining messages were a jumble of Spanish and English words mixed together, and while she had a working knowledge of Spanish, she didn’t know it well enough to even attempt to decipher what he was trying to tell her. Still, she couldn’t help but smile as she read through them all, affection blooming in her chest for her favorite person in the world.

Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel had gone out to their favorite bar for guys night, and Cassian was clearly drunk off his ass. It was really hard to keep a straight face with him normally, but when he was drunk, she thought it was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen.

Nesta, 12:01 AM

I love you too, you big goofball

I’ll give you a kiss and a hug when I see you how’s that

Her phone was ringing within seconds, a picture of Cassian filling her screen before she answered.

“Hello?” she said, marking her page with a bookmark before closing it.

“Nesta!” Cassian exclaimed. She had to pull her phone from her ear for a moment, but she smiled again anyways.

“Hi, Cassian,” she replied, trying not to laugh. He was just so cute. “Are you having a good time?”

“Leave me alone, I’m talking to my wife,” he said, his voice sounding slightly further away. He must have been talking to Rhys or Azriel, but the way referred to her made her want to melt. They’d been together for years and married for just over one, but it still sent a thrill through her to hear him claim her out loud.

“Nes?” he said, his voice back to normal volume.

“I’m here,” she said, getting off the bed to begin looking for her shoes. He normally called her and started getting ridiculously affectionate when it was getting close for him to come home, so it was only a matter of time before he asked her to come get him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Looking for my shoes,” she replied, spotting her boots on the floor. Leaning her phone against her ear, she bent down and put them on over her leggings before walking back to her dresser.

“Are you coming to find me?” he asked. She couldn’t help but smile at how excited he sounded by the prospect.

“Yes, baby.” Nesta hit speaker and put the phone down on their dresser as she took off the oversized shirt that she’d borrowed from him, slid a sports bra on, and put on a plain tee shirt over it.

“Oh thank God,” he said, and then dropped his voice to a loud whisper. “You’re much more fun than the dumbasses I’m with.”

She’d opened her mouth to reply, but then Cassian began talking to someone else nearby. “Tarquin! Fancy seeing you here! Are you still mad about your windows? Nes, I gotta go. Love you.”

It was a cool September evening, so Nesta grabbed a denim jacket before throwing her hair up into a bun and leaving their apartment. Once she got to her car, it was a short fifteen minutes to get to The Sidra. Thankfully there was ample street parking around the corner, and the bouncer let her in with a quick flash of her ID.

Nesta walked inside, spotting her husband and his friends immediately. They took up a ridiculous amount of space in one of the booths, and she couldn’t resist smiling as Cassian visibly brightened by her appearance.

“Nesta!” he shouted, grinning widely as she got closer. So much for subtlety, she supposed. She offered repeated apologies as she walked over to where he was sitting, but thankfully most of the people there seemed to think his behavior was too cute to be a serious nuisance.

Once she was next to the side of the booth he was sitting on, he pulled her in for a hug, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and laying his head on her chest.

“Cassian,” she said at a normal volume, endlessly amused as he snuggled into her. She leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head before turning to greet Rhys and Azriel, both of whom looked seconds away from breaking out laughing.

“Don’t you dare,” she told them, tightening her arms around Cassian as she gave his friends a look. They both hold their hands up in surrender, Azriel raising his beer at her before turning back to Rhys.

“I missed you,” Cassian said against her chest, his voice muffled. “So much.”

“Every minute without you was excruciating,” Nesta said, playing along. He looked up at her with a pout.

“Stop teasing me,” he told her. He was frowning slightly now. “I did miss you a lot, you know.”

“I’m sorry. You’re just so cute like this, it’s hard not to tease you a little bit.”

“Not as cute as you.” Cassian smiled up at her, pleased with himself. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes good-naturedly and let him tug her into his lap.

“Sorry to crash your guys’ night,” she said to Rhys and Azriel now that she was facing them.

“He’s not as much fun when he gets like this anyway,” Azriel replied, chuckling. “In his old age, he’s turned into a sappy drunk.”

“Hey! We’re the same age!” Cassian protested from behind her, tightening his grip around her waist. Azriel and Cassian had both turned thirty earlier this year, while Rhys’ birthday wasn’t until November. Nesta had turned twenty-eight back in April.

“Good thing I like sappy drunks,” she said, twisting around to face him. He gave his friends a smug look as she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek, his stubble scratching her face in a way she loved.

“You two are the worst,” Rhys groaned.

“Like you and my sister are any better,” Nesta shot back as she turned around. Feyre and Rhys had been together since their college days and had tied the knot once they’d both graduated.

“Speaking of her, I’d love to get back home to her,” he replied. He pulled out his phone and began texting, and Nesta guessed he was asking if she was still awake.

“I guess that’s it then, huh?” Azriel asked, raising an eyebrow at Nesta.

“I’m sure Gwyn is dying to see you too,” she teased, smiling softly at him. She and Emerie had colluded with Cassian and Rhys to set the pair up on a blind date last year, and everyone had been thrilled when they’d agreed to keep seeing each other.

“She has a performance tomorrow, so she’s probably already asleep,” Azriel answered, raising a hand to catch the closest server’s attention.

“I told you my wife was hot as fuck,” Cassian said suddenly, shifting to point wildly at Nesta as their server – a young woman named Nuala – came by to bring them the check.

“I’m thrilled,” she replied dryly, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Nesta. “He hasn’t shut up about you for the last half an hour, you know. Thank God he wasn’t making you up.”

“Thanks,” Nesta said, her lips twitching from trying to hold in her laughter. Rhys put down his card to pay for all of them, waving off Cassian and Azriel’s attempts to give him money for their share of the check. Within a few minutes, the four of them were getting out of their booth and beginning the walk to the exit.

Cassian immediately went for Nesta’s hand, intertwining their fingers before bringing their hands to his mouth so he could kiss the back of hers.

“That is so unhygienic,” she said, exasperated. “I haven’t washed my hands since I left our place.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, grinning at her. He kissed the back of her hand one more time before lowering their hands to swing them between the two of them as they kept walking.

“Who’s that guy glaring at you?” Nesta asked, noticing a tall Black guy staring Cassian down from a booth near the door. He had silver curls that stood out brightly against his dark skin, but he couldn’t have been much older than any of them. It had to have been natural, since his eyebrows and lashes were the same color.

“Oh, that’s Tarquin,” he replied, waving at Tarquin with a sheepish grin from where they stood. Tarquin flipped him off before turning back to his companions, who both shared the same dark skin and silvery hair.

“Why is he glaring at you? Do I need to talk to him?” Nesta asked, frowning. She was the only one allowed to glare at her husband like that.

“No sweetheart, it’s fine,” Cassian replied, laughing as they walked by the table. “It’s our inside joke. He threw a party senior year of college and I might have gotten drunk and broken a few windows in his house.”

“You what? Cassian, that’s not an inside joke.”

“It’s fine, Nes. I paid him back for it, but his parents were pissed. I’m banned from his neighborhood, actually.”

“That is not fine.”

“I might be drunk, but I know when I’m right,” Cassian said, just before walking right into the door. Azriel had accidentally let it swing behind him and Cassian hadn’t grabbed it in time, and it got him right in the face.

Nesta burst out laughing before she clapped her free hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. Are you okay?”

“The love of my life just laughed at my pain,” he whined, yanking open the door. Azriel and Rhys were absolutely losing it on the other side, making it hard for Nesta to keep her composure in solidarity with Cassian.

“Let me see it,” she said once they were outside. Cassian had pressed his hand to the side of his face, but Nesta got him to move it with her free one. His cheek was red from the impact, but she was sure it’d be fine with some ice once they got back to their place.

“It’s not so bad,” she reassured him. It was hard to keep a straight face with his friends – mostly Rhys – still howling in the background, but she got on her toes to give him a kiss on his face.

“It still hurts,” he said, pouting at her. “Can I get another kiss?”

“You big baby,” she said, but she leaned in and kissed his cheek again. “That’s all you’re getting. When we get home, I’m putting ice on that.”

“I love it when you boss me around,” he said dreamily, letting her tug him past his friends. “It does things to me.”

“Please take him home,” Rhys called from behind them. Nesta flipped him off before Cassian could, earning another wide grin from him as they walked towards her car.

“Thanks for the best thing I’ve ever seen!” Azriel added, both of their laughter fading the farther Nesta and Cassian walked.

“They’re so mean,” Cassian grumbled as she dug into her pocket for the keys.

“You want me to yell at them? Hurt their feelings a little?” she offered, unlocking the doors.

“No,” he said, pouting again. He got into the passenger seat as Nesta walked around to the driver’s side, and he immediately reached for her hand once she sat down.

“I’d do it if you wanted me to,” she told him, shooting him an amused look before starting the car.

“Maybe a real kiss would make me feel better,” he suggested, leaning towards her and puckering his lips.

Nesta leaned in and brushed her lips against his, but he wasn’t having it. He cupped the back of her head as he deepened their kiss, warming her up inside from the cool September air.

“Come on, let’s go home,” Nesta said, pulling away even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. He huffed and pouted but thankfully put his seatbelt on.

It was a quick ride back to their building, and thankfully Cassian managed not to walk into any more doors on their way upstairs. He wrapped his arm around her as they got off the elevator, which Nesta thought was as much for balance as it was to hold her close.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” he said once they were back in their apartment. He immediately walked into the bedroom and flopped on their bed, somehow managing not to knock anything over or hit Nesta’s book.

“You’re welcome,” Nesta said back, taking the time to take off her jacket and shoes before walking to the freezer to grab a bag of frozen peas. She wrapped it in a paper towel before coming to lay next to him, taking down her bun so that her hair was down around her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, turning to look at her. His eyes lit up when he noticed her hair was down, and he reached over to play with it. She handed him the peas instead, making sure he pressed them to the side of his face.

“I thought I knew all your secrets,” she whispered back, smiling softly as she indulged him. She loved that she was the one who got to see him like this, that she was the first person he saw in the mornings and the last person he saw when he closed his eyes at night.

“You do,” he confirmed, pulling the peas away to smile at her. She gave him a disapproving look and he quickly put them back before continuing. “I love nights like these.”

“Why’s that?” she asked. She reached out to brush some of his loose waves away from his face so they didn’t get in the way of the peas.

“I never thought I would be as happy as I am right now,” Cassian said seriously. His other eye was blocked from the position of the peas, so Nesta just held the gaze of the one she could see as he moved his hand to cup her face.

Sometimes he would say things like this that made her feel like her heart was going to burst from how sweet he was. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He shifted closer to her, and Nesta inhaled deeply at the lingering scent of his cologne. “I remember when you wouldn’t even say my name out loud. Now you’re here with me and my peas.”

She laughed before answering. “It was the peas that really sold me, you know. I should have written them into my vows.”

“And you’re telling jokes? Tonight must be my lucky night.”

“Shut up before I take the peas from you, Cassian.”

“You love me too much to do that, Nes.”

“Stop using my love for you against me. It’s unfair and you know it.”

“Never,” he said, running his thumb across her cheek. “I love you too much not to use every advantage I can get.”

“I taught you too well,” she said, smiling softly at him. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

She turned to kiss his palm, as unhygienic as it was, and then got up and started changing into pajamas. He groaned as he rolled off the bed, stretching as he stood up to reveal a strip of golden-brown skin at his abdomen before walking towards their bathroom.

Nesta joined him to brush her teeth in another one of his oversized shirts and no pants. He finished first, squeezing her hip as he walked by her and went back into their bedroom. She quickly brushed through her hair and pulled it into a loose braid for sleep before turning off the light.

Cassian was waiting for her under the covers, laughing as he examined the back of her book. “Is there smut in this one?”

She rolled her eyes before grabbing it from him. “You’re insufferable.”

“That’s a yes, then,” he said, grinning. She turned the lights off and put the book on her nightstand before she slid under the covers, snuggling up next to him anyway.

“I’ll let you know when I get to the juicy parts,” she grumbled eventually. He laughed under his breath, pulling her tighter against him as he maneuvered them so her back was to his chest as usual. His heart was beating its usual steady rhythm against her, a familiar baseline that let her know she was safe and everything was right in the world as long as she could curl up next to him every night.

“I love you,” she whispered, not sure if he was asleep yet. He could fall asleep anywhere, and ridiculously quickly at that; she wasn’t too proud to admit she was jealous.

“I love you, too,” he replied, tangling their legs together.

It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep after that.

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krispytidalwavesheep · 3 years

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Hopes and Dreams II

First of all: HOW AMAZING ARE YOU PEOPLE?! You gave me so much serotonin. All the reblogs with added tags, all the comments and favs and all the new followers, you are amazing. I will add a taglist for future chapters, so if you wanna get tagged, hit me up, and you will be added to that list. Seriously, I love you guys. ***

“Will you be able to walk?” Alcina asked and you just shrugged and motioned for her to lead the way. You walked in companionable silence for a while, which gave her the chance to take a longer look at you. You were pretty tall, even though you were still rather small compared to Alcina. She was pretty sure that you were taller than Heisenberg though, and that made her feel odd. You held yourself with a confidence she wouldn’t have expected after everything that happened in the last few minutes, reminding her again that you were not unfamiliar with the supernatural. It unnerved her to no end, and she found herself wanting to solve the mystery that surrounded you. Where did you come from? Exactly what is it what you were doing here? Would you turn into a threat or into an ally? Alcina wasn’t stupid, far from it. She knew that Mother Miranda’s hold on the Lords was slipping, Heisenberg’s silent plotting was proof enough. Did Mother Miranda know that you were here? Alcina sure didn’t, and the other Lords didn’t mention a stranger roaming the village and the surrounding woods. Although Heisenberg mentioned that an unusual amount of Lycans had disappeared.

Her eyes roamed your figure again. Your hair was kept in a neat undercut, colored in a hideous blue that still looked good on you. You were clad in a black Hoodie and equally black Cargo pants, as if the cold didn’t bother you at all. It was the middle of the winter and yet you strolled through the cold as if it was springtime. Which made her wonder if you were really just a mere human. Everything she experienced with you implied that you weren’t ordinary and that intrigued Alcina greatly.

“You could just ask me about myself, you know?” you said and smiled up at her knowingly. Alcina flustered and wiped some non-existent lint from her long dress. So, you were aware that she was watching you.

“We usually don’t see strangers in these parts, especially ones who seem to know more than they should. Which raises the question why exactly you are here?”

“Considering that we just met, my lady, it wouldn’t be wise to reveal my whole tragic backstory. And further considering that I don’t know if I’ll see the light of day ever again if I were to enter your castle, forgive me if I won’t trust you with my motives yet. All you need to know for know is, that I am a traveler and have been for my whole life. I search for artifacts, among other things, that my benefactor can sell for good money. He took me in when I was just a child and took great care in training me. He is the closest thing I have to a father figure, although most people think me insane for the trust, I have in him. And as for why I am in Romania, I don’t really know to be honest, or wasn’t when I first got here. It was a gut feeling telling me to come here, and I find that I can trust those feelings, whenever they arise.” You said and stretched.

“I won’t keep you locked in the castle if you don’t give me a reason to mistrust you. There is a reason why no one come to these parts, so I am very wary of strangers. I have daughters to protect after all.” Alcina said, musing about what you said. If you were a traveler looking for artifacts, it would explain why you look at the supernatural as if it was a normal occurrence.

“You will have to see for yourself then, but I can assure you, that I am not here to hurt you or your daughters. My last mission… Didn’t go well and I originally came here recharge a bit, if you know what I mean. Again, forgive me if I am being too careful, but I have more enemies than I have friends, and I really like living.” You said carefully and Alcina kept staring at you. You didn’t seem dangerous to her, how could you, looking like you did, but she was still wary. She felt the sudden urge to protect you from whatever enemies you were talking about, but you were strangers. That realization hurt her more than it should, but with your past lives, it was so different. She always knew who was in front of her, whenever she met you, but this time around was just so complicated.

She felt drawn to you, even with your boyish looks you were still immensely attractive to her, and the way your blood sang to her made you all the more alluring. More than ever before if she was honest. But that is the problem, you were still familiar to her, but not as much as before and it scared her. You still had the potential to destroy her, even if you didn’t know about that.

***

You could practically smell the curiosity rolling of Lady Dimitrescu. She was wary of you and yet there was something in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place, even though it made your heart soar to new heights. She was as much a mystery to you as you were to her, and you felt so drawn to her. Like a moth to the flame. You briefly wondered if it had something to do with her nature. She seemed like a careful person, but considering from what you heard in the village, you totally got that. Which is why her next question caught you quite a bit off-guard: “Do you actually have a place to stay or are you just roaming around the forest, picking fights with Lycans?”

“Are you offering, my lady?” you said, wearing a Cheshire grin and wiggling your eyebrows. The blush that colored the Lady’s cheeks was worth every punishment you could possibly get from that comment. You still valued your life though, so you said: “I don’t mean you any harm. I just enjoy some friendly banter and it has been ages since I felt comfortable enough to do so. To answer your question, no, I don’t really have a place to stay. I’m helping someone with their housework every now and then though, so as a thanks they let me sleep on their couch whenever possible.”

“What kind of housework?”

“Nothing much, some cooking and general repairs.” You shrug and the smile she gave you was positively sinful when she asked, “What else are you able to do with your hands?”

It was your turn to blush and blushing you did; you even felt the tips of your ears go warm and it didn’t help at all that Lady Dimitrescu started chuckling. Still, you weren’t one to miss an opportunity so you said “Well that’s for you to find out, my lady” with a smaller voice you would have liked. How had one woman such a power over you?

“Hmmm, maybe I will, my dear,” she said and winked, making your brain short circuit. You stumbled in your steps and her hand steadying you didn`t help one bit. Sparks shot through your arm when she touched you and you felt something niggling at the back of your mind. No one ever had such an effect on you, no matter how stunningly beautiful they were. Suddenly, shivers ran down your spine, and not the good ones, so you took a protective stand in front of Lady Dimitrescu and said “Careful. Someone is watching.”

And just as you spoke the words, a shadow descended upon you and your instinct started to kick in. Your knife was out in seconds, a voice in your head urging you to protect your Lady. So, when the shadow descended upon you, you had it pinned down, snarling furiously. You felt your fangs elongating and your sense grew ever sharper. Well, seems like the cat was out of the bag now.

“Let go of me!” the girl you had pinned to the ground snarled, but her attempts to flee were futile.

“Give me one good reason to not kill you on the spot. How long have you been stalking us?” You snarl, feeling your blood start to boil.

“Let go of her, dear. She had no ill intentions.” Lady Dimitrescu said, and against all odds, you calmed. Huh. That had never happened before.

“Is this a new plaything, mother?” the girl asked, and you started snarling again, but a hand at the back of your neck made you freeze.

“Don’t be rude, Daniela. She is our guest, and she needs some medical attention. So be nice.” Lady Dimitrescu said and the girl, Daniela started pouting and muttering something under her breath. You were still on edge, bare containing the snarl that wanted to leave your throat. The hand around your neck tightened in warning and another shiver ran down your spine. One of the good ones.

“So, I was right about you. You are not entirely human.” Lady Dimitrescu purred, and you had the sudden urge to bolt and hide away. You noticed how much she must have hold back until now, the danger rolling of on her in waves was something you never once encountered.

“I told you that something happened to me. If you promise not to harm me, I will tell you what happened. But I can promise you that I am no danger to you or anyone else, if not properly provoked.” You said and dusted of your knees. She let go of you and turned to Daniela, conversing with her in Romanian. Daniela looked at you with sudden intrigue and a nasty smile. She practically screamed trouble, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

“Come now, it isn’t far anymore. Daniela will alert the castle of our arrival, to avoid any nasty surprises.” Lady Dimitrescu said and led you away. And sure enough, a few minutes later you reached the castle gate, three figures awaiting you. One you recognized as Daniela, so the other two must be her sisters. One of them looked at you with mild interest, while the other one looked at you with a spark of recognition in her eyes. Had you met before on one of your travels? You were pretty sure that wasn’t the case, but let it slide anyway, since you had bigger problems right now.

“Bela, would you please prepare the sitting room in the west wing? I will need some antiseptic and bandages, warm water would be wonderful too. When you are finished with that, prepare the guest room next to mine. We will talk later.”

The one who seemed to recognize you from somewhere left in a flurry of… bugs? What the fuck?

“Cassandra, Daniela, please prepare a light super. I will talk to you two later two. Just bring the food into the sitting room when you are finished, yes?” The order was given gently and in another flurry of bugs, you were alone again.

“You can explain yourself when I am cleaning and dressing your wounds. Come now.” She said and led you into the castle. You were still processing the abilities of her daughter, so you followed her silently into the dimly lit entryway. *** Taglist: @imdreamingblo

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Taming Temerity

Pairing— Min Yoongi x reader

Genre— SMUT +18, incubus!Yoongi, demon au, Valentine’s Day au

Warnings— Dom!Yoongi, brat!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, hickies, shibari, tickling huehuehue, swearing, explicit unprotected sex (use protection when fucking a demon), ass slapping, creampie

Word Count— 4.3k

/təˈmerədē/: excessive confidence or boldness; audacity || You try explaining Valentine’s Day to Min Yoongi, your incubus boyfriend that feeds on your sexual energy. At first he doesn’t understand the point, but if it’ll make you horny then he’s willing to do anything.

A/N— This fic is part of the Valentine’s Day collab Be My Bangtanvine with @kimtaehyunq @ppersonna @ughseoks @jinned @joontopia and @feliix. Make sure to check out their stories too!

“I never understood this holiday. You know it’s just a corporate scam for suckers like you, right?” Yoongi expressed his disdain as his gaze fell on the extravagant Valentine’s Day section in the grocery store.

“So you’ve mentioned, Mr. Party Pooper,” you rolled your eyes, “Some people just like getting chocolates and flowers from their partners. I don’t see any problem with that.”

“Do you want chocolates and flowers? I can get them for you any time, just say the word,” Yoongi offered.

“That’s the point, it should be a little surprise. I wouldn’t have to ask you to do anything,” you tried to explain.

“At that point you’re already expecting something, doesn’t that just defeat the purpose?” your companion was genuinely confused.

“You know what? I don’t expect a demon like you to get it,” you were getting frustrated.

“No need to throw the ‘D’ word around like that. I’m an incubus sure, but we specialize in lust, not love. However, I’m always down to try new things. You of all people should know that,” he ended suggestively.

You started to think about how your relationship started with Yoongi. Your body went on autopilot mode on the drive back home as flashbacks flooded your mind.

It all started about six months ago when you randomly started to have sleep paralysis consistently. You’d foolishly open your eyes and see a dark figure in the corner of your room that gradually came closer before settling on top of you. The extra weight on your chest made it hard to breathe. Once it got to that point, your eyelids would close and you’d be whisked away to a sensual dream. You’d wake up refreshed and energized, completely forgetting about the terrifying events that led up to your wet dream.

One night, you miraculously were able to break the cycle. As soon as the dark figure approached the bed, you threw a pillow at it. At that point, you weren’t sure if you were in a dream or not, but you dashed to turn on your bedroom lights. The light revealed a man standing frozen in place by your bed. You remember screaming for help and shouting things about a pervert stalker.

“Help! Somebody help there’s an intruder! Someone please--” suddenly your mouth refused to open.

“Well this is awkward,” the man rubbed the back of his neck, “Let’s get a few things out of the way first. I’m not a pervert or a stalker. In fact, I’m not even human, I’m an incubus. A new one at that.”

Your eyes widened in horror at the mention of a demonic entity. You backed up into a wall trying to get away from him while muffled screams desperately tried to escape from your sealed lips.

“I’m sure you have a few questions. Normally I would just put you to sleep but you’re wide awake now and honestly I don’t have the kind of mana to deal with all that. So we’ve found ourselves in quite the predicament,” the demon sighed as he sat on your bed. With a wave of his hand, your mouth was finally able to open again.

“What the fuck do you mean you’re a demon? This must be a dream right?” you were bewildered.

“Come sit by me, I can show you that I’m real,” the demon patted the bed.

“Trusting a self proclaimed demon is probably a bad idea but this is just a weird dream anyway,” you reasoned out loud as you sat beside the intruder.

The man raised one of his hands to cup your cheek; you shuddered at his cold touch. Something changed when you looked into his eyes. Suddenly, you felt like kissing this total stranger. In fact, you felt a lust that you’ve never felt before. Before you knew it, you were straddling the man, rubbing your crotch against his as you passionately made out.

“Lay back and take off your pants, dear,” he commanded. You did as he said without hesitation.

The man licked his lips as he spread open your legs. He slowly dragged a finger along your covered slit. Pulling your panties aside, he dove in tongue first, causing you to shudder at the warm and wet sensation. His tongue flicked around between your folds as his thumb began to circle your clit. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. You felt two hard protruding bumps atop his head...horns?

“Reaching for my horns already? Naughty girl,” the man smirked as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. You squirmed at his action. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” he asked with fake innocence as he slowly finger fucked you, “Is one not enough? Do you need more?” You silently nodded in response.

“Nuh uh, I need to hear you say it,” he teased.

“Please, I need more,” you begged as you helplessly tried to grind against his one finger.

“Hm one finger isn’t enough huh? How about two?” he added in his middle finger as you moaned, “Or do you want three?”

His ring finger slid in with ease. Finally, you felt full; lewd sounds escaped from your lips. Your back arched as he picked up his pace, curling his fingers into you with every pump. Something tight wound up in you, indicating that you were close to your high.

“Keep going. Faster,” you panted as your legs began to shake.

“Your wish is my command,” he obliged. You cried out as your orgasm hit you. Waves of euphoria rippled across your body as he slammed his fingers into you a final time, leaving his fingers pressed up against your g-spot to prolong the event.

You focused on catching your breath while the alleged demon smiled down at you. It wasn’t a creepy smile, it was one of triumph. His fingers were still inside of you.

“You can pull them out now,” you said weakly.

“I tried. Your tight little pussy is clamped onto them. See?” he showed you how your lips stayed gripped onto his fingers, “If I can’t pull them out, I might as well go back in.”

He pushed his fingers back in, making you gasp. You were still extremely sensitive, any movement of his would push you over the edge yet again.

“If you do that-- fuck-- I’ll come again,” you warned him.

“Let’s see how many you can handle,” the man challenged as he picked up his speed yet again.

You came three times that night. All just to his hand and occasionally his mouth. The demon looked satisfied with his work as you laid blissed out before him. He slunk down beside you, laying on his side with his head propped up on his arm.

“These got bigger,” you observed as you reached for his horns. The tiny black stumps had grown longer and had a more defined horn shape. They felt cool to the touch and were ridged, similar to those of a ram.

“They’re not the only things that got bigger,” he winked, “This is where my mana is stored. Essentially I get stronger when I consume energy.”

“Consume energy? Are you going to eat me?” you questioned with intrigue. You still believed you were in a strange dream.

“Already did. I told you, I’m an incubus. We feed off of sexual energy. I rather enjoyed the meal. It’s too bad this will be the last time I can see you though,” he pouted.

“What? Why can’t you visit me in my dreams like you normally do?” you could get used to having dreams like this.

“Because you know that I exist. After tonight, you’ll forget all about me and I’ll get reassigned to a different human,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Does that mean I’ll get another incubus demon?”

“Not exactly. There are many different kinds of beings that dwell in the underworld. You could get any one of them. Most of them aren’t as fun or as handsome as me though,” he tried to lighten the conversation.

“I don’t want to forget you, nor do I want this dream to end,” you admitted.

“Silly girl, you still think this is a dream? There actually might be a way to have me stay with you. All you have to do is make a contract with me. Interested?” the demon offered.

“A contract? Am I gonna be selling my soul to you or something? I would prefer to keep that if possible,” you tried to joke.

“I’m not that kind of demon. The contract would simply bind us together. You let me consume all of your sexual energy and I give you the best orgasms you’ll ever have. Seems like a fair deal to me,” he explained.

“So I’ll basically have a demon boyfriend? I don’t mind that, sign me up,” you nodded. You were groggy at this point and your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Boyfriend? I suppose you could put it that way. Let’s seal this deal with a kiss,” he suggested. He leaned in to your already puckered up lips. He paused mere centimeters from your face, “I’m Yoongi by the way. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier.”

You pulled him in for a soft kiss, “Hey Yoongi, I’m ___. I guess I’m your girlfriend now.”

“Whatcha thinking about?” Yoongi interrupted your thoughts.

“About the night we met,” you answered as you pulled into your driveway.

“That was a good night. You were so cute when you called yourself my girlfriend,” he smiled.

“Shut up, I thought it was all a dream,” you said defensively as you unloaded the groceries.

“I was thinking about Valentine’s Day as you were driving in silence. I wanna give it a try. I don’t get the hype, but if it will make you happy then I’m willing to go along with it,” Yoongi stated.

“Really?” your mouth opened with excitement, “Do I need to plan the date or are you taking the reins on this one?”

“I’ll start doing my research now,” Yoongi gave you a thumbs up.

“Rise and shine gorgeous~” Yoongi sing songed as he opened the blinds.

You retreated back under the covers to shield yourself from the light. Yoongi tugged at the edge, making you even more aggravated. Curling up into a ball in the fetal position was your last line of defense. Once Yoongi flung off the blanket, you were done for.

“To start off your very best Valentine’s Day ever, I present you a bouquet,” Yoongi shoved a bundle of red roses in your face, causing you to sneeze. A few petals violently detached and fluttered helplessly onto the bed.

“Thanks Yoongi, the flowers are pretty,” you managed to say with a stuffy nose, “I wish I could adore them more but flowers always trigger my allergies.”

“Hm, every romance film I watched always showed the girl loving roses,” Yoongi pondered, “Not to worry, my algorithm is flawless.”

“Are you a robot now?” you joked. The sweet smell of syrup and waffles caught your attention. Yoongi noticed this and excitedly yanked you out of bed. Normally you would bicker about the manhandling but you decided to let today be an exception.

The living room was filled with pink and white heart shaped balloons. Yoongi dragged you to the breakfast table, where the usual placemats were replaced with red hearts and small metallic heart shaped confetti were sprinkled all across the surface. To top it off, the belgian waffles were heart shaped, outlined with whipped cream and topped with strawberries. The presentation rivaled that of an actual restaurant.

Yoongi watched expectantly as you took the first bite. Your mouth turned into a smile as you tasted the fluffy waffle. The toppings complemented the dish perfectly, and you were hungry for more.

“I made eggs and bacon too, though it was hard to get the eggs into a heart shape,” Yoongi sighed as he showed you his attempt to get heart sunny side eggs. The shape was wonky but it was impressive that the yolks were still well intact.

“I don’t care what they look like, I’m sure they’ll taste great. Thank you, Yoongi, this is incredible,” you showered him with compliments as you continued to eat. Yoongi smiled with satisfaction as he took a sip of coffee, his favorite choice of sustenance from the human realm.

“Enjoying your Valentine’s Day so far?” he asked from across the table.

“I’ve only been awake for about 5 minutes but it’s been pretty good so far,” you nodded.

“Well whenever you’re ready, go get ready for a day out,” Yoongi winked, “Dress however you want, it’ll be casual.”

You couldn’t help but wonder about what Yoongi had planned for the day. It was still a little chilly, so you put on a cute sweater paired with jeans. You accessorized with a beret and your favorite jewelry pieces. Yoongi waited for you in the living room, and his eyes lit up when he saw you. It wasn’t the usual dark lustful look he normally gave you, but rather one of fondness and genuine adoration.

“Where are we off to now?” you asked in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight. Yoongi didn’t like to drive, he always complained about how it would be easier to just teleport. You always had to remind him that humans do not simply ‘teleport’ places and you’d surely turn a lot of heads if you did. Regardless, you enjoyed watching Yoongi drive. You admired his delicate features as he concentrated on the road.

“Can’t tell you, that you ruin the surprise,” Yoongi chided.

Your eyes widened as he pulled into the parking lot of the local aquarium. It had been years since you last visited, and you were thrilled that Yoongi picked this place as a date spot.

“The aquarium! Ah, I’m so excited! But they aren’t inherently romantic, what made you think of coming here?” you questioned.

“I remember you mentioned wanting to come back here someday. I figured today would be a good time,” he shrugged. Yoongi’s thoughtfulness made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Once inside, you took the liberty of pointing out every fish you thought looked pretty to Yoongi. He was amused by how much you enjoyed something as simple as looking at fish. Colorful fish chased each other around their tanks, darting between corals and other underwater plants. You loved watching them go about their lives as they vibed within the aquarium.

“It would be nice to be a fish,” you said to Yoongi as you stared in awe at jellyfish that were nearly transparent as they carelessly floated around.

“A fish? Why?” Yoongi scoffed.

“They seem happy, and free in a way. All they do is swim around and eat, that sounds like a good time to me,” you explained.

“And worry about getting eaten by a bigger fish. I’d rather be a cat if I had to be any animal,” Yoongi countered.

“Okay, that’s probably a better choice,” you laughed as you imagined Yoongi as a cat. It fit him surprisingly well.

After leaving the aquarium, Yoongi suggested walking to a nearby gelato shop. You were never one to turn down dessert, so you agreed. The air was crisp and the cold made your cheeks go slightly numb, but you didn’t mind. You happily swung Yoongi’s hand back and forth in yours, you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date that went this well.

“___?” a voice called out to you. You looked around to see who called you. Out of nowhere, someone ran up and hugged you from behind. You let go of Yoongi’s hand in the commotion as you were spun around.

“What the--” you said in shock. Finally you were put down, and saw a familiar face grinning back at you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook!” you exclaimed as you hugged him back. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s been forever! I didn’t know you still lived here,” you said.

“I know right?! God, like 13 years or something? I’m here visiting some old pals. We’re all single so we’re celebrating this stupid holiday together,” Jungkook laughed.

“Aww that's cute. I guess this holiday is pretty dumb, but I’m actually celebrating it with someone this year! This is Yoongi,” you introduced Jungkook to your boyfriend.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook,” the young boy extended a hand.

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi replied curtly as he firmly shook Jungkook’s hand.

“Damn, where are you hiding all that muscle?” Jungkook joked as he clutched his hand.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Yoongi deadpanned.

“How long are you in town for? I’d love to catch up with you on another day,” you interrupted.

“I’ll be here for a few more days. Is your number still the same? I can text you tomorrow?” Jungkook offered.

“That’s perfect, I’ll see you around!” you waved goodbye and returned your attention to Yoongi.

You took a hold of his hand and continued walking to the gelato shop. Yoongi was noticeably quiet now, and his demeanor had completely changed. There was an awkward silence between you two as you ordered your favorite flavors. You both sat outside to eat the gelato.

“So who was he?” Yoongi finally spoke.

“Jungkook used to be my neighbor when we were kids. We practically grew up together. He moved away sometime in middle school and I haven’t seen him since. He looks great, I almost didn’t recognize him. What? Are you jealous?” you teased.

“I almost killed him when he kissed you,” Yoongi said in a tone that let you know that he was not kidding.

“Yoongi! People greet each other that way sometimes. Sure, it was a little forward, but we used to be best friends as kids,” you scolded him.

“Ready to go home?” Yoongi asked, completely disregarding your explanation.

“Okay let’s go back you big baby,” you sighed as you threw away your trash.

You hummed along with the radio all the way home. Yoongi didn’t say anything the whole ride. You were surprised by his behavior, you figured an incubus wouldn’t mind seeing affection in public. He had never given you the silent treatment before, so this was uncharted waters.

“Today was really nice, I think you did a good job planning out our Valentine’s day together,” you praised Yoongi as you returned home.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Yoongi said coldly.

“Why are you being so pouty? C’mere, let me give the big baby a hug,” you reached for him with outstretched arms.

“You think I’d let you get away with that kind of behavior?” an annoyed Yoongi glared back at you.

“C’mon, it’s not like it really matters,” you teased, trying to push your luck.

“It matters to me. You’re mine,” Yoongi snarled, baring his fangs.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear,” you tilted your neck, revealing marks from his previous feedings, “I can’t leave the house without a crap ton of concealer to cover up your monstrous hickeys.”

“You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my permanent lover,” Yoongi shrugged, his anger dissipating.

“Who knew dating an incubus would be so tiresome,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“So that random guy kissing your cheeks doesn’t deserve to die?” he asked quietly.

“No! I told you, we’re childhood friends. I haven’t seen him in years. It’s okay to greet close friends with a friendly peck on the cheeks” you crossed your arms, “You’re being annoying. No dinner for you tonight,” you said confidently as you both entered the bedroom.

“Oh? Since when do you call the shots around here?” his voice lowered.

“Since now,” you replied defiantly.

“Keep being cheeky, see where that gets you,” Yoongi challenged.

You smiled slyly as you pushed him onto the bed. Standing before him, you pulled off your sweater to reveal your bare chest. Yoongi instinctively reached out to grab them but you slapped his hand away.

“No touching,” you tsked as you slowly stripped off your bottoms.

You turned to shake your ass at him. The gesture was meant to be playful, but Yoongi took it as a wage of war. He instantly pulled you onto his lap; your panties rubbed up against his hardened crotch.

“I’m hungry,” he growled in your ear as he firmly gripped your ass.

“Not my problem,” you snapped, doing your best to maintain your composure.

“You’ll let me starve?”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t eat me out until I begged for you to stop last night,” you admonished.

“Enough,” Yoongi silenced you.

He roughly latched his soft lips onto your neck. His harsh suckling caused you to moan and tangle your fingers in his minty green hair. You cupped his chin in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulled away.

“You think you get to touch me now? Foolish,” he threw you further onto the bed.

With a snap of his fingers, your panties vanished. They were replaced with strict constraints as your hands and feet were bound by an intricate silk rope pattern. You’ve never been tied up like this before. You’ve dabbled in using handcuffs or fastening a belt around your wrists, but this was something else entirely.

“You wanted to play. So let’s play,” Yoongi cooed in your ear as his fingers traced your sides.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi no,” your eyes widened.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he smiled deviously.

His fingers dug into your sides. You burst out into a fit of laughter. You wriggled around uncontrollably in a futile attempt to get away from him. Yoongi accidentally found out that you were extremely ticklish, and ever since that day he uses it as leverage against you. It wasn’t fair at all considering that demons aren’t ticklish.

Tears welled in your eyes when he finally ceased his attack. Yoongi also knew that tickling was a turn on for you. Something about having another person’s hands all over you made you wet.

“You look so helpless,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Maybe these ropes have something to do with that,” you retorted as you panted.

“Still talking back? You obviously haven’t learned your lesson,” Yoongi ran his fingers along your sides.

“No, please. I can’t take anymore,” you pleaded.

“I think you can,” he smirked before tickling you again.

This time he didn’t stop until you were on the verge of passing out. The bondage made it even harder to catch your breath. Yoongi gingerly kissed your neck as you howled with laughter.

“Will you be a good girl now?” Yoongi asked as he flicked your nipples.

“Mhm,” you managed to whimper.

“I haven’t whipped out any shibari in ages, but I’m glad I did. I forgot how appetizing it makes humans look,” Yoongi licked his lips.

“I can’t move,” you complained.

“That’s the point, my dear ___,” Yoongi kissed your forehead.

His hand trailed down your stomach to your exposed pussy. He was pleased to find that you were already dripping wet. He rubbed circles around your clit as he licked your neck. He ferociously kissed over his previous marks as he started rubbing you faster. Your energy tasted exponentially better the more aroused you became.

Being in such a vulnerable and powerless position turned you on so much. You found yourself at Yoongi’s mercy. Yoongi easily slipped two fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers to perfectly graze your g-spot, causing you to moan loudly.

“You want me to fuck you?” Yoongi whispered in your ear.

“Please. I need you, Yoongi,” you begged.

“I know you do,” he kissed your lips gently.

With another snap of his fingers, the ropes moved their position. Now your wrists were bound to your chest, and your legs were already spread open.

Yoongi dragged his dick along your wet pussy. He loved watching you squirm beneath him as you impatiently waited for him to dick you down. He relished the erotic scene that lay before him. Witnessing you at the pinnacle of your horniess was a blessing. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He thrusted his hips into you with inhuman force. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his thick cock; you didn’t deserve that tonight. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He grabbed your chin as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You automatically stuck your tongue out for him.

“Good fucking girl,” Yoongi growled as you began to suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it.

Yoongi tugged at the ropes, making them vanish instantly. Your freedom was short lived since he immediately flipped you onto your chest. He propped up your ass, giving each cheek a firm slap.

This position was his favorite, and admittedly yours as well. He loved the backside view, and you loved how deep he got. You were sure to lose your mind every time he got behind you. This instance was no exception.

You reached down between your thighs to maximize your pleasure as your fingers easily toyed with your clit. Usually Yoongi wouldn’t allow you to touch yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You were too riled up from being all tied up.

You came undone all over Yoongi’s cock. The warmth of your juices heightened Yoongi’s lust, causing him to thrust faster. He released his hot load into you, groaning as he climaxed.

Your chest heaved as you struggled to stay awake. One of the side effects of being fucked by an incubus is that they literally can fuck you to sleep. After Yoongi cleaned you up, it was cuddle time. He ran his fingers through your hair, making it even harder not to succumb to slumber.

“Full?” you asked with your eyes half shut.

“I’m never satiated, but I can’t complain for now,” he answered.

“Great. Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoongi,” you yawned.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ___. I hope I lived up to your expectations,” he patted your head.

“You surpassed them,” you nodded in approval.

“Go to bed,” Yoongi stifled a laugh, “I guess it’s not a pointless holiday after all.”

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The first tell was the body next to her. The second was the warmth. Her bed was never warm these days. The first two things had already clued her in that there was something off. Off was an understatement. She’s certain she passed out on her office floor clutching a bottle of alcohol and Jess was going to kill her in the morning. So, how the fuck-

The longer she stays there, eyes closed, feeling the breathing of a stranger, the more she’s convinced she’s suffered from amnesia.

Beyond scared she opens her eyes, hoping, praying that she didn’t bring home some idiot from a cheap lesbian bar. Her eyes land on blonde hair and an all too familiar set of defined shoulders and Lena lets out a gasp of surprise. She sobers up, jerks upright. Jolting the pair of arms wrapped around her waist and making her companion wake abruptly.

“Lena- Wha- Why’re you awake?”

“Kara-” That was all she was capable of as of the moment, because Kara was sitting up and flicking on the bedside lamp, letting Lena glimpse the small clock on the nightstand that read 4: 00 a.m.

Kara’s voice was all raspy and sleep-laden and she was looking at Lena with concern. She was looking at Lena like they’ve done this all the time. And they did.

Once.

She remembers jerking awake screaming from nightmares and Kara holding her; remembers waking up to Kara’s screams and holding her.

But this-

This wasn’t right.

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asks, crinkle forming. And Lena just stares and stares and-

“Kara, this isn’t real.”

“What? Oh, baby, come here. That dream must’ve really done a number on you, huh?” Kara coos and she gathers Lena in her arms. Lena can do nothing but melt and follow Kara’s movements, her mind is still reeling.

Trying to decipher the events that had led here. This wasn’t real. This-

A tremble shakes the bed. Lena’s heart rate ticks up, Kara seems to have heard because she’s tightening her embrace and more words come out of her lips, but Lena doesn’t hear a word of it.

“I’m here, you’re safe. I’m here.”

Lena finally finds her voice and she slowly tries to extricate herself from Kara. She can feel her hesitating to let her go.

“This isn’t real,” She repeats and Kara is ready to protest, “Please, Kara. Please listen to me?”

She nods. Kara was never one to deny Lena anything, anyway. Lena sighs a breath of relief.

“Thank you. Uh- I think this isn’t real, Kara. I think I’m inside a Black Mercy induced dream.”

And as if it heard a cue, the bed and the rest of the room vibrates as if ashamed of being called-out so easily.

“No, no, no. You aren’t. You’re real. I’m real, You-” Kara is scrambling for words, “Look- Here, feel this?” Kara frantically grabs her hand and presses it to her own chest, “Can you feel it? This is real. Don’t say it isn-”

Lena feels like sobbing, because it does feel real. The strong beats underneath her palm thundering through her very soul. It feels so so so fucking real. She’s never wanted something to be real as bad as this. She wants to believe, because Kara is looking at her with those baby blue eyes and she wants to say that ‘Yes, I believe it real. We’re real.’

She can’t.

“Kara, the bed is trembling. Can you feel it? This isn't real. You’re in my head.”

It was brutal. She watches Kara’s face fall. She retracts her hand back.

“How are you so sure that this isn’t real?”

The question was asked with so much fear.

“Because,” she starts shaky but certain, “I hurt you, Kara. And that is the one thing that I can never forget.”

It was true. She can never forget the way Kara crumpled to her feet. Can’t forget the way the Girl of Steel broke by Lena’s hands. Can’t forget the tear-stricken face.

Can’t forget the pleas.

“Don’t do this, Lena. Please, come on. Please, stay. Don’t leave. Not you, please I can’t-”

“Oh.”

The silence was deafening. She can’t look at Kara as she processes everything. So she takes the time to survey the room. And God, every inch of the room screams how much they’ve stitched their lives with the other.

There were books haphazardly stacked in one corner, a painting easel in the other, Kara’s cape shining in the dim light of the lamp, Lena’s old MIT sweatshirt at the foot of the bed.

A wedding portrait. They were married here. Fuck.

Lena chances a glance at her left hand and not only does she find a ring but also a matching gold bracelet. A Kryptonian mating band. Now, she notices that Kara’s ring was worn on her neck next to her Mother’s necklace Lena supposes she wears it underneath the Super suit and a matching bracelet sitting on her left wrist.

“I’m sorry,” Lena says ‘for everything.’ she wants to add but she remembers this isn’t her Kara. She doesn’t have a Kara. She doesn’t have any part of Kara. Not anymore.

“What are you sorry for? If anyone could figure out they were inside a parasite induced dream, it would be you. You’re a genius but you’re dumb for apologizing. You should reject the fantasy now, Lena. You’ll die.”

Damn it, even here.

Even here Lena is still hurting her and Kara still wants to save her.

The tears finally fall. The sobs come next.

“Oh, Lena. Come here. It’s okay. I’m here,”

“I- I know, I’ll die but God, Kara, I want to stay here. I- You’re my everything, you know?”

“I know, Lena. I’ve always known. You don’t have to die because I’ll always know. You need to get out of here now,” She whispers against Lena’s temple and Lena takes the time to breathe her in. God, even the scent smells real.

“Y-you’re right. I should go, but-” Lena doesn’t know how to ask for what she wants. That was what her therapist had said the first time she booked an appointment.

“But what?”

“Tell me about our life here first?” At that Kara pulls away a bit to look into her eyes; gauging if this is really what Lena wants.

It is, it’s what she wants but more than that it’s what she needs. The reassurance that somewhere out there, there was a world in which they made each other happy. That in a universe out there--whether real or not--the both of them had a taste of a happy ending.

“Okay, okay yeah. But first, promise me you’ll get out of here as fast as you can, once we’re done?”

She was never one to deny Lena Luthor anything, remember? She was more than happy to recount the entirety of their love story to her.

“Thank you.” And Lena can’t help but press a soft kiss to Kara’s cheek.

“Where do you want to start?”

“Do we have a dog?”

“Krypto,” Kara says with a shy smile as if she knows that Lena would laugh at the goofy sentimental name choice, “And a cat, Streaky Jr., you don’t allow pets in the bedroom so,”

“I’m impressed we have the time for pets,” Lena whispers as she shifts closer to Kara in the bed. Heart now beating in a steady calm rhythm, gone was the panic earlier, now replaced by a sense of security, no matter how false it is.

“Well, you decided to distribute most of the workload to Jess--who you promoted to board member by the way, and to Sam. And since, Wednesday is my first day as Editor-in-Chief, my schedule’s not as busy as it was.”

It was nice to hear that. The way they have obviously chosen to grow into themselves together. She was glad that in her perfect world she hadn’t forgotten about Jess and Sam.

“Oh, and also you spend most of your days in our home lab with Jack anyway. So, the pets get plenty of love.”

“Jacky’s alive here?”

“Yeah, you reversed the nanotech matrix. You saved him.”

And the crying fest begins anew.

“I miss him, so much.”

“I’m sorry.”

Lena doesn’t have to explain her reaction, Kara knows how to read her anyway.

At the reminder of Jack, Lena finds the courage to ask a question she’s never thought she would want to ask.

“What about Lex and Lillian?”

“Well, your brother’s probably drunk in an L-Corp gala somewhere and Lillian’s probably plotting about how she’s going to insult my next article-”

So, she still has her brother and it seems like Lillian’s not much of a xenophobe as she is in reality but she senses that she still is a bad mother with the way Kara talks.

“When did we get married?”

“Two years after we first met. We had two, actually.”

“I’m guessing I insisted on a Kryptonian wedding and you insisted on a human one?”

She knows that one, because she’s been thinking about it. Well, at least she was before everything went to shit. She wanted to give Kara a Kryptonian ceremony. She had wanted to show her that Lena would be honored to share everything Kara’s world had to offer.

“Are we-” she hesitated, “Are we happy, Kara?”

She wasted no time in answering, “The happiest. You make me the happiest soul alive in this universe and in any universe.”

Fresh tears fall down the side of her face and Kara wipes them away before speaking, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Well, I guess it’s only fair.” Lena sniffles and prepares her mind for what she knows will be an emotionally-charged exchange not that this has been an easy conversation thus far.

“Out there, are you happy?”

Lena’s air is stolen from her. Well, she doesn’t know how to answer that one.

“Sometimes,” she whispers. She’s not happy most of the time but sometimes she is.

Sometimes, Ruby calls her to tell her about a science project or sometimes Nia sends her meme even though she hasn’t been to Game Nights for almost a year now, sometimes Brainy takes her out for a drink and she feels like she’s got a little brother to call her own.

So yeah, sometimes. Because the thought of perpetual happiness without Kara in her life is impossible.

“Only sometimes?” Kara asks, brow furrowing.

“Yeah, only sometimes. Not like it matters, anyway.”

“Well, of course it matters! Your happiness matters!” Kara exclaims, old habits die hard what can she say?

But then Kara takes a turn from defensive to curious again, “Am I happy? Out there? I mean?”

“I- I have no idea.”

Lena waits for the answer to sink in to Kara.

“What? What do you mean you have no idea?”

“Remember when I said I hurt you?”

Kara gives her a nod.

“Well, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I’ve been avoiding you. Normally people tend to not seek out their exes, you know.”

She’s trying to keep it lighthearted. She’s trying not to let this Kara see how much she craves her presence, how much she wishes she could see Kara again. Don’t get her wrong, Supergirl is plastered every minute on the news, but-

That’s not who she wants to see.

“She’s miserable,” Kara answers point-blank leaving no room for argument, “If you’ve been avoiding me, I’d be miserable.”

That has Lena speechless.

Because miserable would be an understatement of how things had been ever since they ended things.

Ever since Lena ended things.

“I don’t like not being with you, you know?” Kara states as if Lena doesn’t feel the same.

“I- I don’t like that either.”

“I know.”

She has to go. Lena knows she has to go but Kara is looking at her so sincerely and she can feel the love and she knows this is nothing but an intricate trap formed by an alien parasite slowly killing her. She has to go but-

“Lena!”

The both of them are startled and four eyes immediately land to-

Kara?! No, not Kara. Supergirl.

“Supergirl,” She says; surprise coloring her voice. She didn’t know Supergirl would go in and save her. Hell, she didn’t even know how she found her. But then again, she’s tried solving the puzzle that is Kara Zor-El but had never been able to piece it together.

Supergirl takes a look at her doppelganger in bed with Lena; a scene so familiar to her. A scene she’s replayed again and again in her head. A scene that was once their reality then a memory and now an illusion. She takes a step closer.

“Lena, we have to go, please. Please believe me, this isnt-”

“-real,” Lena finishes for her and Supegirl looks stunned, “I know, Supergirl. I know how to reject my own fantasy. I’ve had plenty of practice, after all.”

She aims for sarcasm, because fucking fucking hell, how the fuck does anybody expect her to function if there were two Kara’s in front of her?

That was asking for too much.

Beside her, Kara had gone silent. It seems like she knows what comes next. She knows what Supergirl intends to do. They’re the same person after all.

“It’s okay,” Lena hears Kara say and she breaks away from the hero’s gaze to find Kara looking at her with those eyes again.

“It’s okay, Lena,” She repeats, “It’s okay, Supergirl’s here. You’re gonna be safe. Stay safe for me, yeah?”

“Lena we have to go. Now,” Supergirl commands from the other side of the room.

“Okay, yeah,” She whispers then she turns to Supergirl, “Just give me a chance to say goodbye, please?”

Supergirl stares at her for a moment then at Kara then she gives them both a nod and turns back to give them privacy.

“Last question?”

“Hit me.”

“What’s your surname?”

“Luthor.”

Fuck. She shouldn’t feel this surprised but damn, hearing Kara confirm it? Lena doesn’t know how to feel about that. She doesn’t know how to feel about all of this.

“Just like you promised.”

“Just like I promised.”

The words are echoed back to her and Lena hates the way she’s noticed how stiff Supergirl’s posture had become in her periphery. Ignores the fact that Supergirl has superhearing.

“Thank you for indulging me, Kara.”

“Always.”

Goodbye, darling.”

And then everything fades to black.

author’s note: hiya lovely people send me an ask if i should write a follow-up for this.

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