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rogue-centric · 1 year

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Unhinge Your Jaw and Go For the Throat

Cross-posted to AO3

MATURE/EXPLICIT RATING: graphic descriptions of violence, torture, injury, blood, and gore. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

This is for @especiallyhaytham because they just so happened to post about corrupt!shay while i was cracking my fanfic knuckles, so i pulled this prompt out of the deep, dark corner and dusted it off. It may be just a little dip-my-toes into this AU, but tonight we eat like kings.

"Alternate timeline Shay, where he lets his sense of justice become infected by vengeance? Shay who buries his conscience and gladly becomes the monster everyone expects him to be? Shay giving in to anger instead of realizing his grief, and ending anyone who ever crossed him with cold callousness? Grand Master Cormac (!!) sitting on his bloody throne like a whore, the man he once was long forgotten as he's transformed into the very thing he sold his soul to destroy?"

Summary:

The Brotherhood decided to take a strike at the Templar manifests, and the Grandmaster has no choice but to send out his war dog to rectify this disaster.

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Shay's breath is shallow, sounding ragged as it echoes off the rotting wood of the cabin around him. His arms are shaking where they're braced against the table, and dull pain is beginning to bloom across his raw knuckles. Vibrant scarlet covers his hands, and for a moment he's entranced by the look of it under the faint light being filtered through the cracks of this shit-hole. His attention is returned to reality when he hears a low, pained groan behind him.

Standing up straight, Shay turns around to face the bound man lying on the ground. His face is lying in a pool of blood collected on the floorboards beneath his bruised and split face. His eyes are nearly swollen shut as he makes a desperate attempt to reposition his beaten body. The man stills when he hears the dull thuds of approaching footfalls.

Shay crouches down in front of the man, reaching out to take his bloodied face in his hand. The man flinches. "This is your last chance." Shay's voice is low and hoarse, "You can either tell me where your little friend is, or I can take those papers off his corpse."

The man doesn't say anything, nor does he move. He remains still underneath Shay's looming form. The Templar sits there for a moment, silently counting down in his mind, giving this Assassin a final chance to say something, point him somewhere, but nothing comes. Shay lowers his head, letting out a disappointed sigh.

"Shame." He mutters, standing up.

He looks at the broken Assassin at his feet before drawing his pistol.

BANG.

The Assassin goes limp on the floor, a dark outline of crimson covering the floor around his body. Shay turns away without a second thought and steps out of the run-down shack. There is a thin layer of snow beginning to blanket the ground outside, and the Templar's breath fogs gently as he lets out a long exhale.

"Well, that certainly didn't take you long." The chided remark from Master Jack Weeks broke the silence of the landscape.

Shay turned his head to look at Jack, "It's called being efficient."

"If you consider murdering our only lead efficient." Jack crossed his arms.

"He wasn't going to talk, anyway. Just another dead end and loose thread that would have caught on something else." Shay said dismissively.

"That's true." Jack hummed, "It just sounded a little more...how should I say it...imaginative this time 'round."

Shay grunted in reply, crouching down to grab a handful of freshly fallen snow to rub across his hands. The fresh blood ran off his fingers to fall onto the ground below him as the snow soothed the burning feeling under his skin.

Jack eyed him cautiously, "So, considering this was our last option, what do you propose we do now? The Grandmaster will want those documents back."

Shay shook his hands out before standing, "Don't look so out of sorts, Master Weeks, we haven't run out of rats to chase just yet."

Jack's eyebrows lifted above the rims of his spectacles, "What's on your mind?"

"Whoever has those documents can't be far off from their friend over there, and with this fresh snow, we've got all the advantage." Shay said, glancing around at the landscape, "There's a supply cache about a mile north of here. I say we start heading there and see what we can pick up on the way."

Jack considered the other Templar's words, "You're sure they'd go that way?"

"We've got him on the run now. Even us catching this one was nothing more than a misstep." Shay gestured a thumb to the abandoned shack behind them. "Didn't expect us to catch on so fast."

"I do suppose they're not expecting an ex-assassin to be hunting them down, either." Jack smirked.

Shay gave him a wolfish grin, "Exactly."

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There is nothing quite like the first snowfall of the winter season. The landscape is always far more quiet than usual, the soft flakes of ice acting as a barrier to stray sounds. The two Templars walk soundlessly through the woods, with nothing more than the beating of their own hearts in their ears. The supply cache Shay knew about wasn't much farther.

The snow on the ground was beginning to thicken, and as they continued on their way, small game tracks and prints of bird talons could be seen patterned across the path. Not a hundred yards later, a faint discrepancy in the animal tracks and fallen snow can be found. Shay pauses to examine the track a bit closer and finds the light outline of a boot. They've found the trail.

Shay begins to follow the tracks with more fervour, he loosely remembered the location of the supply cache, but these footfalls would no doubt reacquaint him with this particular route. A few dozen more yards and the boot prints were more pronounced, but just before they became blatantly visible, they veered off into the brush and foliage along the side of the pathway.

Gently moving aside stray branches and drooping pine needles, the pair make their way into the forest. Though the foliage masks much of the trail, there is a clear pathway from where the freshly fallen snow has been recently disturbed. Birds caw in the distance and Shay looks up briefly, straining for any other sounds. They're not far now.

A flock of crows erupts from the trees a few dozen yards ahead of them, and Shay's instincts drive him after it. Leaving Jack behind, Shay glides through the trees to the source of the commotion. He approaches a thin area, and across the spindly patch of trees, he spots a figure turning to aim a pistol at him.

Shay quickly spins to the side as the bullet aimed for his chest ricochets off the bark of the tree beside him. Without a second to lose, he takes off in pursuit of the assassin. Caring not for noise, he bounds through the foliage after the man, and distantly he can hear Jack following some distance behind him.

Seeing a thick patch of bramble coming up in front of him, he veers off to the side and his boots connect with the truck of a fallen tree. He follows the trunk up and takes himself into the tree line. He can see the assassin clearly a few yards in front of him, and the sight of his prey fills him with adrenaline. He's almost on top of his target, but the trees are getting thinner and he won't be able to make a killing strike in time. With one last step, he pushes off the branch and sends himself down on top of the assassin, catching the man's legs in his grasp.

The assassin cries out as the two of them hit the ground with a hard thud. The man kicks out of Shay's grasp and scrambles through the snow manically, clawing to get back on his feet. Shay launches himself forward and wrestles the man back down to the ground, dodging fists as he tries to pin the man down. Shay yells out as he feels the edge of a hidden blade rip through his jacket and dig into his ribs. The assassin's fist connects with Shay's jaw and sends the Templar back enough for the assassin to kick free once more.

Almost slipping on the wet snow, the assassin manages to get up on his feet. The man doesn't spare a glance back at Shay as he dashes for the tree line, and almost clears the brush until a sharp, seething pain flares in his leg and sends him back to the ground. The assassin looks down at his leg, finding a bolt wrapped in rope protruding from his thigh. Following the rope, his eyes focus through the blinding pain and see his pursuer holding the other end of it, looking disheveled and bloody.

Wrapping the end of the rope around his fist, Shay yanks it back harshly, ripping the bolt from the assassin's leg and spraying blood across the fresh snow. The assassin screams in agony, clutching his leg as the ground under him turns a deep scarlet. The man tries to pull himself away from Shay, but the Templar closes the distance between them and places a heavy foot on top of the assassin's bloodied leg, coaxing another throaty scream from the man.

"Hand over the documents you stole." Shay demanded, pushing his boot down on the man's leg.

The assassin muffled another cry of pain before glaring up at the Templar, "Va au diable, marcheur des ombres!" he spat.

"Then I suppose we'll do this the hard way." Shay growled through gritted teeth.

Shay dropped a knee down on the assassin and connected his fist to the man's cheek. While the assassin was dazed, he ripped open the man's overcoat to search his pockets. He spotted a crumpled corner but as he went to reach for it, he caught the assassin's wrist in his grasp, stopping a hidden blade pointed at his throat.

"Ah, ah." Shay tsked. "Now that just won't do."

Shay pinned the man's arm to the ground, pulling his short sword from its sheath and driving the blade through the man's open hand and deep into the ground. The man let out another cry of pain, his hand clenching involuntarily and spurting blood across the ground.

"There. That should keep you still, hm?" Shay looked down at the assassin, who attempted to spit in his face.

Master Weeks appeared beside the other Templar, drawing his pistol and pointing it down at the assassin. "Make another move and I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head." Jack spat.

Shay returned to searching through the man's jacket and reaching for the paper he spotted before. Shay pulled out a bundle of parchment, turning the blood-stained paper in his hands to see the broken Templar seal on the underside. Shay looked up to Jack, holding up the bundle for him to see.

"Well, I'll be damned. You were right." Jack said, his spectacles sliding down his nose as he looked at the papers. "We might even make it back before dark. Good work, Master Cormac."

The assassin under him jolted at the name, shooting a look toward Shay and putting the puzzle pieces together. "Dieu ait pitié. You-you're supposed to be dead!"

"As you can see, I'm alive and well." Shay said nonchalantly, tucking the parchment into his own jacket safely. "And unfortunately for you, we can't let you go now. Can't have you going back to the mentor and letting him know I'm alive, can we?"

Fear filled the eyes of the assassin as he looked up at Shay. "Dieu ne t'aura pas, dia-"

BANG.

#corrupt!shay #assassin hunter!shay #shay cormac #jack weeks #fanfic #fanfic library #assassins creed rogue #ac rogue #assassin's creed rogue #assassins creed

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moonchild1 · 9 months

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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅷ)

it's finally here! i've been working on this list for so long and honestly with the release of seven i had to reorganize it but it's finally ready soooo here's a list of the fics i've been reading lately, honestly i loved every single one of them and enjoyed it so much and i would sell my soul to get a chance to read them all over again, i've been exploring way more and reading genres i haven't read before so i am so excited to post this list, i've grown attached to alot of the series so i'm beyond excited seeing how they all play out but i hope you all connect and fall for the fics as well and experience that excitement too... remember to follow, like, comment and give lots of love to our talented writers they deserve so much love and support i mean look at all the magic they share with us!! and check out their masterlists too you might find your faves as well... as you know majority if not all the fics i rec contain smut so no minors allowed and also dni. i love that you guys have been sending me recs and questions i love hearing from you so please do keep sharing them and asking... stay happy and healthy everyone and enjoy the list till next time 💘🖤

a- angst s- smut f-fluff

series

employed by @personasintro f s a (ceo au slow burn e2l) updates on wattpad

seven days by @/kithtaehyung f s a (fuckboy jk roommate to lovers)

candles & flames by @taegularities f s a (enemies to lovers royal/regency au fuckboy jk)

ego season by @sparklingchim s (jock jk fwb brothers best friend college au)

the lucky one by @babystrcandy f s a (rivals/enemies to lovers childhood friends)

bangtan scouts by @hisunshiine f s a (fantasy au college au friends to lovers)

seven days by @/hisunshiine f s a (brothers best friend age gap fwb)

bloodline by @jjkeverlast s a (fwb au slow burn college au)

seven days a week by @/jjkeverlast f s a (fwb au college au)

dextrocardia by @jeonstudios f s a (officer au undercover fake marriage e2l)

drown for you by @/jeonstudios f s a (siren au)

as we were by @archivedkookie s a (infidelity au marriage au slow burn) ft yoongi

secret slut by @jeonsweetpea s (office au assistant jk)

moonstruck by @/jeonsweetpea s a (supernatural au slow burn e2l based on the vampire diaries and legacies)

angel’s trumpet by @hansolmates f a (idol au supernatural au)

timing by @spideyjimin f s a (dad jk past lovers au)

full stop by @1oserjk f a (divorce au parents au)

spicy n sweet by @thvhoe s a (boxer au established relationship)

the princess and the rockstar by @httpknjoon f a (rockstar au royalty au)

redamancy by @lesgetittkookie f s a (rich girl au s2l)

the ability to fathom by @hanniwrites f s a (brothers best friend idiots to lovers pining college au virgin au)

denial by @girlygguk f s a (idol au fwb brothers best friend)

safety net by @pradaksj f s a (boxer au e2l)

the forgotten spaces by @oddinary4bts f s a (slow burn e2l dancer au college au)

sinful lust by @oddinary4bts s a (threesome au) ft. boyfriend myg

over wine by @koocycle f s a (marriage au)

friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover f s a (idol au s2l)

blackout by @jjungxkook f s (bf2l roommate college au)

the damsel & her knight by @jimilter f a (chaebol au ceo jk e2l)

at your service by @untaemedqueen f s a (escort au s2l ceo au)

pr disaster by @ughcore f s a (e2l actor au fake dating)

aphrodite in war by @jungblue f s a (frat boy au fake dating roommates e2l)

to err is to love by @jungkookschin f a (exes au dilf au ceo au)

live through this by @starshapedkookie s a (exes frenemies to lovers band au)

my love is here by @solemnreads f s a (unrequited love best friends slow burn)

clash by @matchagator f s a (neighbours slice of life e2l)

to what we were before, and all the things after by @orchidyoonkook f s a (prince jk s2l f2l slow burn college au)

one-shot

devoted to trouble by @/jeonsweetpea f s (spiderkook)

accidental roommates by @/jjkeverlast f s a (dilf au roommates to lover e2l)

calling you cool by @/kithtaehyung f s a (rockstar au s2l)

college nights, diner fights by @/hisunshiine f s a (e2l waiter au)

love is gone by @jeonbunnie s a (established relationship break up au)

the boy with galaxies in his eyes by @/oddinary4bts f s a (idol au fuckboy au fwb tattoo artist au)

no longer strangers by @soft4gguk f s (summer love strangers 2 lovers)

the hating game by @sxtaep s a (e2l lawyer au)

what if i love you too much? by @taleasnewastime f s a (single mom au neighbours to lovers)

jasmine by @/btssmutgalore f s (friends to lover shy jk) on ao3

please don’t go by @httpjungkookcom f a (spider kook childhood best friends)

boy's a Liar by @/thvhoe f s a (best friends bf e2l college au)

masked by @flymetothejoon s a (drummer jk s2l)

lonely hearts club by @joonbird s a (tattoo artist dystopian au)

this is how you fall in love by @jeonqkooks f s a (rockstar au established relationship)

freak-quency by @gukslut f s (rockstar au s2l)

boots by @/gukslut f s (rockstar au)

wake up call by @junghelioseok s (established relationship)

orange tulips by @kainks f s a (soulmate au reincarnation)

skirt chaser by 1kook s (f2l college au)

blueberry haze by @caelesjjk s (drummer au s2l)

cabin fever by @jeongi f s a (ex best friends unrequited love)

the millionaire and his lover by @gukyi f s a (f2l ceo au fake dating one sided love)

take what’s yours (and stay) by @kidguk f s a (f2l s2l pinning)

overtime by @cupofteaguk f s (ceo au boss au)

↬looking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library

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pshstar · 4 months

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jujutsu kaisen library !

below are fics of jjk that i personally like

note: do inform me if there is an error to the links! just send me an ask or dm me

—nav.

gojo satoru

public enemy | @c0pkiller

slow down, i'm not going anywhere | @arminsumi

what are friends for? | @lunacliptic

ex or oh | @wet-for-toji

don't take your panties off | @slvttyplum

power imbalance | @i-love-scarameowche

the email | @getosbigballsack

best friends with a baby | @getosbigballsack

taboo love | @faevi

doctor gojo | @faevi

number one sorcerer | @inmaki

first comes denial | @dilftaroooo

it's mr. steal your girl ! | @marimogf

the doctor is in | @gojonanami

all i wanted was you | @kakujis

got a fetish for your love | @jabamin

mini skirt | @loafgeto

age gap with satoru | @loafgeto

geto suguru

adult store , pt. 2 | @arminsumi

satosugu x reader

one, two, three | @justrustandstardust

double stuffed | @peachedtv

gonna really bully this pussy | @momimeowv

one very inappropriate breast exam | @nanaslutt

locker room talk | @paintingchoso

make me take it | @arminsumi

choso kamo

thirst for me | @cythena

first time christmas 1 , 2 | @cocteaucherry

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fakeuwus · 6 months

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UNDERSTAND | park jongseong smau (ongoing)

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ understand by keshi

"maybe we could try, if you let me"

PAIRING: idol!jay x idol!yn (femreader)

SYNOPSIS: coming fresh off your debut, you get invited to be a part of the revival for the beloved variety show 'We Got Married'. what happens when you find yourself falling for your "husband", as he's the perfect partner on and off screen?

FEATURING: enhypen, son jiwoo, moon chanelle, choi jihyun, bang jeemin, + other idols!

GENRE: smau, crack(ish?) (its just me trying my best to be funny but i have the humor of a 12 y/o boy), fluff, angst, idol au, fake dating?

WARNINGS: suggestive jokes, suggestive content(just making out and lots of TENSION!), couple stuffs, will specify in chapters if needed, ignore timestamps and dates!!!

MESSAGE FROM NIC: ahh my first smau!!! sent this prompt to @enmayz on anon and now im bringing it to life :3 IM SO EXCITEDD it's my first smau and im getting the hang of things, so pls be nice!! feedback is always appreciated as well :D

TAGLIST: OPEN (send a ask or comment to be on it!)

PROFILES: worst group ever | ENHA ENHA ENHA

CHAPTER 1: ill choke you in your sleep

CHAPTER 2: we live in a Society . 😕

CHAPTER 3: that's not very pride month of u

CHAPTER 4: u mean *OUR girlfriend

CHAPTER 5: jay pookie nation???

CHAPTER 6: mentally physically weak .

CHAPTER 7: im a sensitive little fella

CHAPTER 8: the eyes chico, they never lie 😔

CHAPTER 9: bros got attachment issues idk!

CHAPTER 10: JAYYN NATION RISE

CHAPTER 10.5: see you loverboy!

CHAPTER 11: copium 💀

CHAPTER 12: omg i love jungkook sunbaenim

CHAPTER 13: eunchae... 😡😡😡😡😡😡

CHAPTER 14: call that idgafism

CHAPTER 15: — ch*emin happend

CHAPTER 16: — floppy disk or balls

CHAPTER 17: —

CHAPTER 18: —

CHAPTER 19: —

CHAPTER 20: —

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 5 months

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#canon event #every reader has experienced this at least once #the marauders #harry potter #marvel #stranger things #supernatural #wolfstar #spiderman #one more chapter #your favorite insomniac #criminal minds #books #books & libraries #booklr #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #wattpad

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greenhorizonblog · 1 month

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All Night Libraries

Could be so cool to have all night sensory friendly libraries, with nice warm soft lighting, and cute comfy whimsical furniture, art and plants. Where people could just go and read all night, hang with friends and even sleep there in the available rest spaces like hammocks or a little capsule hotel in the library. Very lunarpunk. Would call mine the Moonlight Library

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daisyvramien · 3 months

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autumn2may · 11 months

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GUYS DO NOT GIVE YOUR MANUSCRIPT TO AN AI THIS IS A BAD IDEA ON EVERY LEVEL DON'T DO IT

original tweet from @jamesjyu reads: "We launch Shrink Ray today on Sudowrite! Upload your manuscript and get loglines, blurbs, synopsis, and full outlines automatically. Takes a ton of legwork out of book marketing. Below the tweet are two images of the program."

original quote tweet from @sudowrite reads: "New in Sudowrite: Upload your whole novel/script, get instant longlines (sic), blurbs, synopsis, and outline!"

tweet from @FantasyFaction reads: "Oh jeez! Bad bad, very bad! Writers DO NOT willingly give your manuscript to an AI so it can "learn" by stealing your work! I know blurbs and synopses are hard, but PLEASE do not do this! - JI 🐉

(stolen from ML Brennan & Sravani Hotha so I can include alt text)"

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little-star-library · 2 months

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Headcanons: Cockwarming with Astarion

18+ only (MDNI please)

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: fem!reader, smut, vulgar language, swearing/cursing, cockwarming, teasing, biting, blood, blood drinking, PinV penetration, fluff, intimacy, praise kink, breeding kink (kinda?), consensual environment, light hurt/comfort, light angst, talk of body autonomy

Summary: I must admit that this little ‘daydream’ has been banging around in my head for a while now and this seemed like a good time as any to put it into words. This is kinda self-indulgent, but we’re just gonna roll with it. Sorry, but not sorry if I got a little carried away.

There were moments of intimacy that you shared with Astarion on multiple occasions where the two of you would revel in each other’s pleasure until the sun came up, making you come undone over and over until you could take no more. But there were other times where Astarion needed something else, something that only you could provide for his innermost desires.

You would be the first to suggest this when he had been unsure of his intentions, when he was anticipating your union but was nervous that he would somehow scare you away if he started to disassociate during the heat of the moment like he’s done countless times before so he could hide inside his mind until the deed was done. But he would never want to do that while he was with you. You were so kind to him and showed that there was more to him than lust or physical attraction, that he was his own person and he had a say in making his own decisions. He adored you terribly and yearned to shower you with his love and praise until you were so desperate to find your release, but he also had doubts that he couldn’t be able to give you the kind of love you deserve. You of course reassured him that if it was something that he did not want to participate in, then that you both could just go to sleep for the night.

He didn’t reply to the inquiry of your proposition for a brief second, taking his time to consider it as he felt the little twitch of his erection squeezed against his trousers while you were straddling his hips and gazing down at your lover with all the love and affection you held for him within your eyes, making his hips rut up towards your center and a hitched breath escaping from his throat at the friction you granted him.

“I uh, well—,” he cleared his throat and straightened out his posture to hold you closely in his arms. “I suppose we could try, but I don’t see how that would work since I won’t be able to resist the temptation to absolutely rail you into the ground, my dear.” His voice lowered to a seductive octave as he whispered those words to you and cradled your face so he could kiss you sweetly with a heated undertone, his fangs lightly nipping at your bottom lip.

“Anything for you, Astarion.” You gasped between bated breaths. “But only if you want to, alright?” You reluctantly pulled away from his lips to look down to see that salacious expression of his that always made you weak as his eyes bore a darkened haze and his pupils blown wide with desire.

“Oh, but I really do, darling. So won’t you please show me?”

After that first occurrence, he couldn’t get enough of your embrace as you held him in his arms while he filled you to the brim with his cock, just to fully grasp the sensation of the warmth that emanated from your body both inside and out. He, albeit reluctantly, admitted to you afterwards that he enjoyed the experience and what also transpired later that night, finding the encounter to help ease him into a more comfortable headspace and your whispered praises to be pleasant in grounding him back to you and the shared moment.

However, he made it a request that he only ‘prepare you’ before every session. Saying that he would be ever so worried if he hurt you unintentionally and it was usually with his mouth or fingers, or even a combination of the two so he could savor the sight of you squirming beneath him while he made you more drenched and pliable for his swollen member that was aching to be inside you.

The harmonious moans that you both exchanged as he stretched your walls was like music to your ears, basking in the warmth and presence of your union and sighing into each other’s mouths while you tenderly and languidly kissed with no rush to deepen your passion. It was as if time stood still and there was only you and him in this world where you could escape to without any fear or expectations of what’s to come the next day.

And then there were days that Astarion eagerly grew to enjoy where he would ask to drink of your essence during the act, and who would you be to deny him? The sensation of his fangs sinking into your jugular was always a tad painful, but then it rose into a euphoric wave over your body as the creeping tendrils of blood loss took upon you and it was pure divine bliss. You could feel the pull of your blood flowing to meet his lips while he suckled at the wound and it made your walls clench around him, rewarding you with a muffled groan against your neck. He liked to tease you during this too and would lightly rub your swollen bundle of nerves in slow circles or grazing his teeth across your hardened nipples, always making sure that you were watching him as he sucked one into his wet, bloodied mouth and pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. He took delight in hearing your breathing stutter and those wanton moans that got caught in your throat, his ego soaring at the fact that he was pleasing you so well with his touch alone, urging his cock to spasm uncontrollably around your tight heat as he canted his hips to thrust into you deeper.

“You feel absolutely sublime, darling. You’re so good to me, so sweet.” He peppered you with sloppy kisses and nibble your skin between his teeth, laying claim to you as his with hickeys and bite marks and loving how you were panting and flustered by his honeyed words.

To see his facial features soften at your touch when you would grasp his hair and leaving kisses all over his face made your heart flutter at his open vulnerability and to have him trust you so completely to have him at your mercy meant the world to you.

You were the one who suggested this in the beginning, to let him keep his cock nestled between your legs and to take his time relaxing from a strenuous day while you sat in his lap, but he couldn’t help but think that you may have learned a thing or two just to keep him on his toes.

Sometimes he will only be in the mood to just sit there with you and talk about your day, making you giggle at his hilarious imitations of something your other traveling companions were arguing about, in which he’d have you in a babbling mess when trying to speak and he relished the sensation of his throbbing shaft being squeezed tighter by your dripping cunt when you laughed at his little jokes. He thought it was so endearing to spend time with you like this, even if your current disposition was rather vulgar in a sense. He liked to hear your laughter, but he wanted to hear you moan for him even more when he would tease you for what felt like hours upon hours.

“Aww, look at you, you poor thing.” He smirks at your whimpering and trembling form as it rested atop his lap, lowering his hand downward to fondle over your pulsing clit with the lightest of strokes to keep you on the edge and he had to hold in the groan that was caught in his throat from you clenching around him into a taut vice from doing so. “So desperate for me to fuck you ceaselessly until you see stars, aren’t you? But I think I’ll keep you here just a little longer, I quite enjoy seeing you looking so depraved like this.”

It would take everything for him to tame himself and contain the urge to flip you over and take your pleasure in a multitude of scandalous positions, but the sight of you wriggling in his arms while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear was just exhilarating and absolutely worth the wait to see you struggle within his grasp.

And if he was feeling a little more degenerate, he would entice you to let him use your mouth instead while he would read you passages from his current book that he was engulfed with. You would have your lips wrapped around the head of his thick cock while you lay between his legs, slowly bobbing your head to set a rhythm as you would gently suck and lick at the dribbling pre-cum that would leak from his tip. The only catch was that you would not allow him to reach his climax no matter how much he wanted it, insisting that you were to only keep him warm and that about tortured him. But the way that he would cup your face and stroke your sweaty hair back as you looked up at him with your mouth full made you question your judgment entirely. The look of lust and adoration behind his eyes as you took him deeper down your throat made your eyes flutter and you were willing to do anything he would desire if he kept looking at you like that for the rest of your life.

Over time, Astarion’s feelings for you would evolve more and more and he actually started to fantasize a life with you. The thought of your belly swollen with his cum and eventually growing with his child was intoxicating, wanting to breed you until his seed would surely take. He never thought he would ever be a father given his track record. But with you, it felt like a genuine possibility even though the aspect of conceiving dhampyr offspring was next to far impossible. It scared him at first, thinking that maybe your little group of adventurers wouldn’t even survive the upcoming war to defeat the netherbrain, or worse, that you wouldn’t reciprocate the attraction he had for you. But you surprised him, like always, after his confession at the desolate resting place that was his grave and found out you shared the mutual affection for one another. But the inevitable happened and the reign of the Absolute was no more and now that you and Astarion had all the time in the world to explore your relationship, the fantasy was pressuring his mind constantly and had to come clean about it. Although he was nervous to tell you, you were more than eager to at least try.

Astarion loved to have you at the cusp of your climax and teasing you for hours while he usually made love with you, but he was reduced into a desperate frenzy when all he could think about was breeding you until you milked him for every single drop of his cum, wanting more than anything to slowly grind his hips against your own to make sure that none of it would leak out of you as his cock began to soften within your body.

“Now stay very still, my love, and keep those luscious hips of yours elevated for me.” He purred in your ear as you scratched lightly at his scalp. “ I want to make sure that you get every drop of my seed until it takes, until you bear our child.”

He would shower you in kisses and praises, telling you how good you were for him and saying how he doesn’t deserve someone as sweet as you are, but you reassure him that you cherished him more than he could ever comprehend and that there is no one other than him that you would consider when it came to this milestone in your life. Who knew that a simple act of intimacy would lead to a whole new experience full of life, love, and happiness? For what it’s worth, Astarion couldn’t think of anyone better than you beside him, no matter where your lives would take you. It was a pretty marvelous beginning of events after all.

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starseungs · 17 days

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after the curtain falls. lmh

lee know x gn!reader — spring was a season welcomed by all. what a pity that the notion of ‘all’ exempted you.

genre/s — angst, fluff, its just hurt-comfort, university au • 2.9k words

warning/s — break-up aftermath, profanity, commitment issues, minho gets called a bad bf (sorry), there's a twist i swear !

note — its quite literally been a year since i last wrote a fic so i would love to know how the quality of my writing is !! feedback is greatly appreciated 🫶

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Spring was never supposed to be this lifeless.

It was a season of new beginnings, where growth is celebrated and life is nurtured back into full bloom. A time of bright colors and freshly scented air floating all throughout the expanse of space, bringing soft smiles of comfort towards anyone who takes it in. Springtime was welcomed by all.

What a pity that the notion of ‘all’ exempted you.

You didn’t know why your spring was so vastly different from the others near you. You’d like to think that your winter started off just as normal as everybody else: watching the crisp fallen leaves on the ground get replaced by a fresh coat of snow, feeling the familiar prick of the icy season’s breeze on your skin as your body tried to suppress a giggling shiver, as well as seeing puffs of steam come out of every warm breath you took, reminding you that despite the cold weather, you still held a warmth inside of you.

Just who would have known that your spring would be the complete opposite, with your heart frosted over despite the rising temperatures? But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew exactly why. You would never want to catch yourself admitting it, but maybe it was the way your winter ended in a snowstorm of emotions.

It wasn’t every winter that someone had a fight that could completely shatter an intricately built mosaic. It also wasn’t every winter that you would watch your other half walk out of your life without so much of a single falter.

You knew so damn well that it wasn’t every winter that you could get your heart broken.

Perhaps that was why you allowed your heart to get glazed over by ice. After all, it was the only thing keeping it together without requiring you to spend too much effort. Sure, it melted a bit every now and then, but it was easier to freeze liquid than it was to achieve the complete opposite.

It was for the same reason that you found solace in the springtime evenings, where it resembled even half of the winter that was keeping you human. The dimmed atmosphere of the surroundings was able to neutralize all the parading palettes of color, leaving you with a monochrome wonderland that was much more comforting to the eye.

The walk back to your dorm building wasn’t anything special. It really wasn’t supposed to, nor did you expect something to happen. You had just gotten over the hurdles of coursework back in the school’s library when you decided to call it a day, peacefully trek back to your dorm room, and get to sleep the hours away until duty calls. That was how your evening was supposed to go.

Except it didn’t.

When you first saw a figure more or less passed out near the lower steps of your dorm building, you were visibly concerned. Why wouldn’t you be? At this time of the day, it would be dangerous to just leave yourself undefended in public. That, and who in their right mind would be willing to snooze away amidst the midnight breeze?

That was enough for you to start a little jog toward them. Was this person locked out? Were they drunk? Should you help them? All sorts of questions popped into your head as you got closer to the steps the figure took as their bed for the night.

And yet all those same questions vanished into thin air the moment you caught a glimpse of the person’s face.

“—Minho?”

His name came out of your lips so frail, as if any stronger, and the scene before you would shatter into nothingness, telling you once again that it was all in your head. That you had wished to see him again.

It was almost comical just how fast the sight of him brought back the familiar prick in your eyes—the tears fighting the crisp blow of the wind to keep themselves at bay. This wasn’t how your evening was supposed to go.

Granted, the fight between you was a petty one. Well, not more so petty than sudden since it literally blew up out of nowhere. It started off with a question about commitment. Arguably simple one of where you saw each other in a few years. You had gone first after you asked, rambling happily about graduation and living together. Minho chuckled along with your plans, and to you, he even seemed glad to hear them.

Yet, when the topic of marriage was brought up, his smile immediately turned blank.

Of course, you noticed his drastic change of mood right away. What kind of significant other would you be if you didn’t? But when you reached out to ask him what was wrong, he merely brushed it off as being tired.

Except that both you and him had done nothing but lay around the whole day.

Maybe you, too, had a fault in all of this. You prodded him more about the topic, not knowing you were agitating a ticking time bomb running out of time. If you only knew, then it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he eventually exploded, spitting out that he wasn’t too sure about marriage.

In your view, that would have been fine. You were willing to talk it out; perhaps he had other plans for the both of you that would settle just fine in yours. There was no way you’d pressure Minho into doing something he didn’t feel like doing. You had too much love and respect for him to do so.

It was in an unfortunate turn of events that you had to find out the sentiment wasn’t shared in the same way you did, as when he slammed your room’s door shut after expressing that it wouldn’t work out, he took a piece of your heart with him that left you incomplete on the days that followed.

And yet, there he was again. Marching into your life like nothing ever happened.

In a blinding flash of hot white fury, you marched up to Minho’s peaceful figure, blissfully unaware of the chaos headed his way. Your body shook in the repressed burst of energy, trying not to lose yourself in public despite the area devoid of people. After reaching him in less than a minute, you saw no hesitation in leaning down to wake him.

“Minho,” you grasped at his right shoulder, trying to shake him out of slumber. You saw the action as intense in a way that was borderline frantic, not a care for the state of the joint you had grabbed. After all, why would you? Yet, while you’d like to believe you did a great job at expressing your displeasure, a small voice pestering at the back of your mind begged to say otherwise.

It was a mere whisper—directed at the act you just committed, one that shouldn’t even bother you in the slightest. Yet, it did. So painfully so.

That kind of gentleness isn’t reserved for a heart swirling in rage.

The slight squeeze in your heart at the notion only made you grit your teeth further in displeasure. Curse your damned heart for keeping its fondness for the man before you. The same man who was still up in dreamland while you were fighting your own war at the present. You clicked your tongue in building irritation.

“Wake up, or else I’m leaving you out here to freeze.” With one last shove, Minho finally came back to Earth.

You watched as he fluttered his eyes open, ignoring the warmth that seemed to spread over you once you got a glimpse of his big almond eyes. Minho sure took his sweet time to process his surroundings, causing you to purse your lips in uncertainty when his gaze lingered on your figure towering over him a bit too long with an unexplainable emotion.

“Hi,” he mumbled slowly, a small smile ghosting on his rosy lips. “Even in my dreams, you never fail to look so lovely.”

Cold air filled your lungs as you sucked in a breath at his words. You hated the way he easily melted the ice that you had covered your heart in. Without even meaning to, Minho had already managed to tear down the first layer of protection you had set up to keep yourself sane. There were a lot of things you wanted to tell him back, but you held your tongue. This wasn’t the right time.

Nor would that time ever come.

“It’s not a dream,” you opted to inform him of what was left of the goodness in your heart, partly feeling guilty for his disoriented state. “Get up, Minho. It’s cold out here.”

“You’re—what, wait!”

Minho scrambled frantically from his seated position on the dorm building’s steps, clumsily finding his balance to get up. The rush of suddenly standing after a nap came over him like a wave, causing him to stumble with a groan as he let the blood that came up settle. You sighed at Minho’s efforts, turning back around to continue your way towards the entrance.

“You should go back home.”

“I won’t!” He replied in haste, pure desperation seeping over his words. “Not again. Not when I spend every passing hour regretting that I did back then when I clearly shouldn’t have.”

You felt your world still at what Minho had just said. Did you hear it correctly?

“Please, Y/N.”

Minho’s footsteps echoed in your mind, telling you that he was moving closer. But your body had yet to listen to the warning bells you had set off, keeping you still in the same place you had stopped in. You surprised yourself with the small whimper that escaped your lips after feeling warmth radiating right behind you.

“Can—can I hug you?”

And just like that, the dam broke as the first fits of sobs spluttered out of your body in waves, barely getting contained as Minho wrapped you with his arms firmly. You turned to face him just to throw weak punches at his chest. “I hate you so much!”

“I know,” he said, hugging you tighter, as if you would disappear the moment he eased his hold. “I know you do.”

“Do you know how hurt I was? How could you just leave me like that!”

“I don’t know,” Minho answers again, completely giving in to your inner turmoil. He let you dampen his hoodie with your tears without any reference. “I was stupid.”

“So stupid!”

“Very stupid,” he repeats your words without hesitation, finally pulling back slightly to see your tear-stained face, gently wiping the fresh drops that escaped with his thumb.

You cursed the way your body naturally leaned into his touch. You disliked the way his voice soothed your running mind from the horrors it placed upon yourself. You hated the way you felt comforted by his presence, the same way he hurt you with his absence.

And most of all, you despised the way you couldn’t bring yourself to stay mad at him.

“I’m sorry,” Minho said heavily, visibly trying to keep his own tears at bay. “I know that won’t fix all the things that happened, but I still wanted to let you know.”

You exhaled shakily.

“I—I won’t force you to accept my apology,” he continued. “But please—God, Y/N. I don’t think I’d be able to handle you telling me to go home and never fixing us. I wouldn’t survive in this world without you by my side. I promise I’ll do better for you. I’ll reflect on what I need to, just—”

Minho breathed in deeply.

“Give me another chance.”

The two of you breathed in unison for the first time in weeks.

“Cut!”

“Nice,” Jisung’s squeal of joy could be heard throughout the wide space, carefully fumbling with his video camera to watch the scene’s replay. “That was a great take!”

Seungmin groans at the noise level. “Seriously, would it hurt you to keep it down? Some people are already asleep,” he scoffs, really not wanting to deal with a complaint filed against them this late into the night.

The younger of the two only juts his lower lip forward into a childish pout. “But it’s only midnight. We’re in university. Who gets to sleep that early in university?” Seungmin only bites back a retort after sensing genuine confusion in Jisung’s tone.

“Whatever,” he grumbled.

At the sound of their bickering, the late night’s breeze didn’t seem to be as frosty as it was a few minutes ago. You distantly hear Seungmin and Jisung continue to talk, now finding themselves in a heated discussion about the next scene. A light chuckle was heard coming from the man still holding you.

“Well, I’m glad that they’re having fun,” Minho comments, greatly amused at the duo. You felt his gaze drop down towards your head, still resting on his shoulder. “Feeling okay?”

You could only nod at his query, too exhausted from enacting the scene that just finished. He hummed at your non-verbal approach to answering, running a hand through your hair to soothe your dropping emotions.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” You let out a soft giggle at his wording before snuggling yourself closer to his figure. Minho lets you do your thing with a smile.

“Let’s not ever do that.”

“Do what, love?” He asks, requesting that you elaborate. You listened to his heartbeat thump calmly before speaking up.

“Break up,” you said, the thought leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. “I don’t like the feeling. It hurts.”

Minho laughs again, but this time it was aimed at you. “Well, of course it’s going to hurt,” he says with a light tone. “You’re going to be losing me!” You slapped his arm in annoyance.

“You are such an ass, Lee Minho!”

“Ow—hold on!” He chokes out in between chuckles. Minho takes hold of the hand that was assaulting his arm, slipping it into his own and entangling both of your fingers. You couldn’t help the heat that washed over your face at the intimate action. Minho seemed satisfied with your reaction. “If it makes you feel better, it’s going to hurt me too.”

You pull away to raise a brow at his statement. “Why? Since you’ll be single?” Minho pretends to think for a second.

“I mean, I guess?” You shot him an icy glare at his admission, but the tender smile he gave back at you made your angry facade falter in an instant. It looks like on-screen you had the same issues with their own Minho—both being undeniably weak when it came to them.

“Stop giving me that look,” you sigh amidst a smile you were suppressing.

“What look?”

“That look,” you say, almost in a breath as you struggle to chase the words out of your mouth. “The one when you look at me like I’m the only person in this world.”

It was a look you’ve seen too many times. One that he would give you both at the most intimate of moments and the most random of times. You see it when you wake up in the morning to him already awake beside you; you saw it when you squealed in joy after winning a prize from those rigged claw machines in the arcade across town; and you see it especially when he sees you waiting outside his class’ building after an extensive lecture, holding two cups of coffee for both you and him. It was from those times that you realized—it was Minho’s gaze of unfiltered love for you.

Minho pulls you back into his arms, still unable to let go of his endearing grin. Your head finds its way back into the crevice of his neck, finding home in it once again, like second nature.

“That’s because you are the only person in my world.”

“We beg to differ.”

Minho could only roll his eyes at the eerily synchronized voices of Jisung and Seungmin, leaving you to crumble into fits of laughter. He scoffs before replying, “If I lose my beloved darling, then you guys are losing an actor.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be trying to salvage your relationship if you stopped being such a shit boyfriend!” Jisung bites back at Minho’s threat.

“What, so you would rather watch us be all lovey-dovey in front of you? I didn’t take you for that kind of person, Jisung.”

“Seungmin, he’s fighting me again!”

“What am I, your mom?”

The night continued on in blissful laughter and amused smiles, finally fitting for the season of spring. Even with the chilled breeze of the evening air, the warmth exuding from the four of you would remain, defrosting the ice you had layered on your heart for the scene given to you. Deep in your mind, you knew that this was really how your night was supposed to go.

That as much as you loved creating little scenarios for your friends’ films, you’d always prefer the life you had after the curtain falls.

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Swallowed Whole and Spit Out, Wine-Dark and Wretched

Cross-posted on AO3

MATURE/EXPLICIT RATING: graphic descriptions of violence, injury, blood, and gore. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Summary:

A violent explosion ravages a Templar storehouse, and scenes of Lisbon send Shay on a blood hunt for the Assassins who are responsible - and he will not rest until they lie dead for their crimes.

Words: 3,225

The ground shook with every uncertain step Shay took, his feet barely keeping up with the force pushing the rest of his body forward. The air smelled of ash and burning tar, smoke billowing so thick it was suffocating him. Every breath heaved clawed his throat, and the smoke burned at his eyes as he tried to wipe the tears away. Screaming came from all around him as he ran further into shadow, voices echoing around him as he pressed on.

"Onde você está, Joham?!"

An explosion from the right knocked him off his feet, and he rolled across the ground.

"You have become a monster, Shay!"

He shook himself off and pushed his aching and weary body from the cobblestone.

"Alguém, por favor ajude!"

Just as he reaches the end of the street, he hesitates, unsure of which direction to turn. The heat from the flames can be felt on his back as he looks at his choices. The boom of another explosion goes off and the debris from the building sprays out over the street, pieces of it slicing through Shay's leather and embedding themselves deep into his body. He cannot find the strength to pull himself up this time, cannot find the strength to continue.

"Hell welcomes traitors like you."

Shay's eyes shot open as he drew a deep breath in through his nose. He blinked out of his daze, recognizing the quaint room of the inn he was staying at. Darkness still streamed through the window, shadows dancing across the walls under the moonlight. Yet another sleepless night.

Dark rings ran under his eyes as he rubbed at his face. Sleep has come as a luxury to him nowadays, and he is rarely ever granted that. Every time he closes his eyes he smells the thick wafting smoke of Lisbon, the feeling of dread and horror filling his chest and threatening to smother him. He tried drinking himself into oblivion, but the smell on his own breath made him sick. It reminded him of the brewery storehouse he had fallen through the roof of, a fine aged stout that had drenched him head to toe and mixed horribly with the smell of burning flesh. For days after the earthquake, he couldn't rid himself of the smell of alcohol, his clothing stinking of such a strong scent that he threw all of it overboard.

Shay had been tracking down a group of Assassins who were connected to another gang attack on the north end of New York and his patience was beginning to run thin. One of the Templar storage houses in the Upper Harbour was hit, resulting in a massive explosion and several dock hands dying from severe burns and terrible injuries. The scene of the crime looked and smelled and sounded like Lisbon, and Shay was nearly sick just from the proximity.

At the time of the attack, anger had mixed with nausea, and he was so deep into his memories that Gist had to shake him by the shoulders. The Morrigan's crew took to helping the injured, and his Quartermaster had kindly guided his dazed form away from the area to catch a moment's reprieve. When Shay was able to regain his focus, it came as sharp as the edge of a dagger and pointed towards the culprits. He barely spoke a word to Gist before disappearing into the gathering crowd to track his latest prey. Now, he's left following their messy trail through the frontier, trying to cut them off before reaching Davenport. They needed to be eliminated, and Shay will make sure that they suffer.

They were well-trained but they were getting sloppy. Half-covered trails dot the countryside and poorly destroyed evidence was left in smouldering fires. Shay had no issue hunting them down like a bloodhound on the scent of prey, but he was always one step behind and a stray bullet too far, which perhaps annoyed him the most about this whole ordeal. He was sure he managed to injure one of them, but they were still scrambling to the next location with too much haste, not wanting to get caught in the jaws of the wolf.

But the wolf is upon them.

Shay dragged his body from the bed, hissing slightly as his feet made contact with the cold floorboards chilled from the mid-autumn weather drafting in through cracks and old window frames. Running a hand over his face, he looked out the window. The moon was high and shining in through the curtains, unhindered by clouds.

A perfect night for a hunt.

He stood, reaching for his effects and beginning to dress his layers. Sleep would not revisit him tonight, so he might as well make use of his time. He dressed in silence before sweeping across the room to the window and sliding it open without a creak. He slipped through the window and down the side of the building with grace before his feet lightly thudded against the ground.

There was a safe house in the area the Assassins would be keen to use before making their way further North, perhaps it would do him good to go and visit the location and see what is left of their scrambling. It shouldn't take him very long to get there. If he left now, he'd still arrive hours before sunrise.

This safe house was unassuming, placed in a field on the outskirts of the village and shrouded in trees, yet it reeked of Assassin. From the placement of the stables to the lack of shutters on the windows, everything had been modified to suit the needs and defences of the Brotherhood. All it lacked was the familiar insignia branding all their flags to hang down from the rafters.

Shay peered at the structure from the depths of the shadows surrounding the house. There were no lights shining through the windows and no sign of life within. The stables were empty, and the road was dry from tracks. He approached the house.

As he walked up to the door, his steps were careful and concealed in shadow. The moon was still out in all her beauty, so Shay had to remain careful in his approach. He reached for a set of tools on his belt and crouched down to begin picking the lock. With a quiet 'click' the handle shifted, and he entered the house like a phantom.

Taking care as he waltzed through the space, his attention caught on the dust layering the shelves. This house hadn't been used in some time, which meant that either the Assassins decided to skip this location, or that he'd beaten his prey to their goal. Shay's lips curled into a satisfied grin. If he was asked which to stake his money on, it would be the latter. So he would remain until morning, relocking the door and sitting taut like a statue as he formulated a plan of attack.

His eyes bore holes in the floorboards in front of him as he waited for his prey.

The moon had shifted to the right, streaking across the unlit cabin floor when the first sound of hoofbeats echoed from outside. Only about an hour had passed since he entered the abandoned safe house. Shay's eyes sharpened to attention as the muffled trotting approached, and he slunk further back into the shadows as a pair of riders passed the kitchen window.

Time seems to move slower as the minutes tick by. Shay remains hidden as he hears the tell-tale 'click' of the lock being turned and the door opening. The assassins sneak into the cabin, unaware of Shay's presence lurking in the shadows. The air is heavy with tension as they put down their bags and begin to unpack their gear. Unconsciously, they lower their guard as the minutes go by, feeling the safety of the candlelight. A woman of average height pulls her hood down and picks up a candle, walking around the room and beginning to light the others scattered on tables and bookshelves. As she nears the Templar's hiding place, Shay steps out from the darkness, his eyes glinting in the candlelight, the steel of his sword catching the eye of the woman.

She's seconds too late to react as he moves like a phantom, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. The Templar thrusts his sword through her chest as he pins her hand before its hidden blade can strike him. Her whole body tenses under his hard gaze, a flicker of recognition and horror in her eyes.

The assassin's voice trembles with a mix of anger and sadness. "You were our brother, Shay."

Shay's grip tightens around his sword as he pulls it from her body, pushing her to the side as the life leaves her bloodied form. She collapses on the ground, her body convulsing slowly, and the sudden noise sounds far louder than it should be. From across the room, the other assassin turns sharply, brandishing a blade from his belt.

"You!" He shouts in anger. He looks between the Templar and his fallen sister on the ground behind him.

Shay stands tall, his expression hardened as he locks eyes with the remaining assassin. The man's face contorted into a snarl, his eyes lit with fury. He remains rooted in his stance, and Shay steps forward to make the first move. He deflects Shay's blow with ease, pushing the Templar's blade to the side and favouring his left arm.

Shay's eyes narrow at the movement. The assassin is guarding his left shoulder - an injury. He presses forward, unleashing a flurry of precise and calculated strikes, each aimed at exploiting the assassin's injury. Despite the clear shift in attack, the man's reflexes remain sharp, his movements fluid and he defends himself with a series of well-timed parries as he dances around the room.

The man's snarl transforms into a sinister grin, fueled by a mix of pain and defiance as he begins to push Shay back. Their swords meet with a resounding clash, the sound echoing through the dark room. The assassin manages to gain enough ground to dart around a table, giving him enough space to turn his gaze toward the still-open door and call for the third assassin.

"Lawrence!" The assassin's urgent cry pierces the cabin. "Lawrence, he's already here!"

Shay seizes the opportunity presented by the distracted assassin and throws himself over the surface of the table, sending their forgotten gear clattering to the floor. He quickly regains his footing and lunges toward the assassin, his blade aimed at the vulnerable left side. The assassin, caught off guard by Shay's sudden maneuver, barely manages to parry the attack, sending him reeling to the side and fumbling to get back on his feet.

Shay pursues his prey with relentlessness, and the Assassin struggles to block the Templar's sword and regain his footing. The man is stumbling across the cabin, barely able to keep on his feet as Shay presses down on him. Footsteps sound from the door, and Shay vaguely hears the third assassin explode into the cabin as the door rattles on its wooden frame. Shay's back is turned towards the door, leaving himself exposed to the new attacker with only seconds to react.

Shay disengages from his attack and spins to block the incoming blow, but his position is too weak at this angle as he brings his sword up to deflect. The impact reverberates through Shay's arm as his sword is knocked from his grasp. He stumbles backward, momentarily disarmed and vulnerable. The room seems to shrink around him as the two assassins close in, seizing the opportunity to overwhelm him.

Adrenaline courses through Shay's veins as he quickly assesses the situation. he sidesteps a swift strike from the first assassin, narrowly avoiding a potentially fatal blow. His mind races, seeking a way to regain control of the situation. He flicks his wrist and the familiar weight of his hidden blade moves against his arm as he brings it up to deflect another attack.

The clash of metal fills the air as they engage in a desperate struggle for dominance. The assassins momentarily gain the upper hand, their combined assault threatening to overwhelm Shay's defences. With a wild swing, Shay's fist makes contact with the injury of the one assassin, causing him to stagger backwards with a wail.

Shay pushes the injured assassin away with a hard shove, gaining some distance between the two so he can focus on the other target. This man, Lawrence, is a bit larger than his companion and stands a few mere feet from Shay with a sword brandished. The two of them circle the room a couple of paces, both waiting for a strike.

Shay stops, squinting his eyes at the assassin and curling the side of his lip up to taunt the other man. In a flash, Shay's hand darts over to the table and grabs hold of a book from their supplies. The Templar flings the book towards the assassin and hits him square in the face.

The man, who was anticipating a blade, reels backwards in pain and surprise as the book fumbles to the floor. Using this distraction to his advantage, rushes the assassin and sends the two of them stumbling backwards into the bookshelf. The shelves rattle with the force of their bodies, sending a cascade of books down upon them.

Through gritted teeth, the assassin regains his footing, a mixture of pain and anger etched across his face. He spits out his words with venomous disdain. "Seems like you got a taste for blood while you were licking your own wounds, hm?"

Shay's expression remains resolute as he meets the assassin's gaze, his voice steady. "I have learned that sometimes bloodshed is the only language our enemies understand."

"Our enemies." The words drip with venom from the assassin's lips. "How far you have fallen."

"You think you are any better?" Shay leered. "You just killed a half dozen men."

"Nothing compares to the blood on your hands, traitor." The assassin glares, finishing his sentence by spitting in Shay's face.

Shay's hands release the assassin's robes and find themselves wrapped around his throat. The pair of them struggle in the dim candlelight, Shay pressing his weight against the other man to keep him in place, watching as the air fails to fill his lungs as tries to claw his way out. The assassin manages to get a hit in, loosening Shay's grip momentarily. The assassin manages to push back, but Shay's wrist turns sharply and the man stills as the hidden blade finds its way into his neck. The man goes limp in Shay's clutches, and the Templar lets him slide down the bookshelf to lie still on the ground.

Shay's attention is ripped away at the sound of clumsy footsteps shuddering through the cabin. He turns to see the final assassin hastily fumbling towards the door, a hand clutching his injured arm as he tries to find his footing and escape. He barely makes it to the door before the shot of a pistol rings out and he crumples to the ground with an agonized yell. The cabin door swings slightly to the side, merely inches away.

The assassin desperately crawled towards the door, leaving a trail of blood behind him. With each painful drag, the assassin's movements grew weaker and his breathing more ragged. Shay approaches with slow, calculated steps. He felt a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Shay stands over the injured man, his pistol still in hand. He assesses the situation, considering his options. The cabin door hung wide open, revealing the dark night outside. The surrounding forest whispers secrets in the night, but there is no escape for the wounded assassin. A tense silence settles between them, broken only by the laboured breaths of the injured man. Shay's expression hardens, his eyes cold and determined.

"Stay down," Shay says, his voice low and heavy. "It's over."

The defeated assassin lies on the floor, his body tensed with a mix of pain and resignation. He looks up at Shay, his eyes still filled with defiance, but also a glimmer of acceptance. The fight has taken its toll on him, physically and emotionally.

"Innocent people died in that blast. For what? To cut us off from one of a dozen weapons caches?" Shay scoffs down at the man, "Pointless."

The remaining assassin's gaze meets Shay's, his eyes sharp with disdain. "As if you are any better! You kill as you please, Assassin hunter."

Shay's expression remains hardened, his features unyielding, "Don't try to shift the blame, assassin. You claim to fight for justice, yet you kill without thought or consequence like some mad dog."

"So you aim to be the one to put us down? Is that it?" The assassin sneers.

Shay merely shrugs, leisurely reloading his pistol. "If I must."

The injured assassin's lips curl into a snarl. "God won't help you now."

A wry smile forms on Shay's lips as he meets the assassin's gaze with unwavering determination. "That's alright, the devil and I get along just fine."

Shay brings the pistol to meet the assassin's gaze and pulls the trigger.

As Shay walks around the silent cabin, his steps purposeful and calculated, his gaze falls upon the flickering candles adorning the table. With a cold detachment, he reaches out and knocks them over, their flames dancing wildly. Shay's eyes gleam with an eerie intensity as he surveys the scattered papers and correspondence scattered across the table.

He gathers the loose papers, one by one, piling them on top of each other, creating a makeshift pyre. The documents crackle and smoulder as he carefully arranges them, feeding the growing fire with each addition. As the flames take hold, licking hungrily at the paper, Shay's face is lit in the dim glow. His eyes are dark, and deep shadows pull his features into a grim look.

As the flames grow higher and the papers crackle, the fire in the cabin begins to spread, hungrily devouring everything in its path. The once quiet space now fills with the roar of the blaze, casting a flickering glow that dances upon the walls.

Shay watches the chaos unfold, the inferno reflecting in his eyes. With a final, satisfied nod, he turns on his heels and walks purposefully towards the exit, the flames licking at his heels as he steps out into the night.

The sound of flames and the scent of burning wood and paper fills the air as Shay stands outside the cabin. He watches the tendrils of smoke rise into the darkness, carrying with them yet another remnant of his past shattered past. With each passing second, the cabin becomes engulfed in an all-consuming blaze, its very structure succumbing to the wrath of the fire. Shay's lips curl into a grim smile, knowing that every piece of evidence, every trace of the assassins' plans, is being reduced to ash.

Shay leaves the scene behind, the crackling flames and the fading echoes of the burning cabin serving as a backdrop to his departure. As he walks away from the inferno, the darkness envelops him and his form is taken by shadow. The night swallows him whole.

#corrupt!shay #assassin hunter!shay #shay cormac #fanfic #fanfic library #assassins creed #assassin's creed rogue #ac rogue

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starlight-library · 3 months

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Take a break | LS2

pairing: logan sargent x reader

summary: its launch day for williams and your boyfriend so overwhelmed and tired you decide to give him a quick pick me up

warnings: smut: oral (f & m receiving), sorta sub!logan & dom!reader, no protection (wrap your willy sillies!), praise kink, breath play (didn't intend for that one), breeding kink, basically porn with a semi plot??

a/n: uh, haven't written smut in a long time let alone f/m smut so PLEASE be gentle with me here! also i'll admit, writing scene with eating out is NOT my strong suit but i'm trying to get better! again, no proofreading, we die like men!

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Launch days were something you weren’t particularly familiar with for a multitude of reasons. The first reason was you hadn’t been a long time fan of F1 as you had recently gotten into the sport a little into the 2023 season more as something to have on in the background. The second reason is because you were so new to this world of motorsports, you had no idea what the pre-season would entail. The third reason is because the only reason you got into the world of F1 was because of your boyfriend, Logan Sargent.

You happened to be on a trip with some friends in Miami even after hearing many horror stories about how Miami usually ruins friendships. That was not you and your friends though. Instead you and your friends had made a very important note to have dedicated alone time so you all didn’t end up kill each other and it was proving to be a great key to this vacation. During your shopping, you had bumped into someone and turned around to apologize the same time Logan did. The two of you laughed and went your separate ways. You had told your friends about the encounter and how you regretted not continuing the conversation but you were too embarrassed. They reassured you that they would find this mysterious blonde man for you.

None of you had to try very hard as you and your friends decided to go to a club Sunday night after the Grand Prix and it just happened to be the same one a lot of the drivers ended up going to. You ran into Logan again, literally, and this time you actually kept the conversation going. One thing lead to another (as well as finding out he was an F1 driver and causing you to go down this rabbit hole to understand his work more) and by summer break you had been on four dates before he officially asked you to be his partner. By winter break, you were comfortable enough for him to announce the relationship and even with the mixed reviews from fans neither of you let it affect your relationship. If anything, it made your relationships stronger. It helped that Alex and Lily were super supportive and helpful the moment you two went public.

Lily especially. She had been nothing but kind and supportive the moment you two went public. She went on about how sweet Logan is and how she was ecstatic for him to finally have met someone who wanted him for him and not because he was a famous world driver. She was also over the moon to have a WAG on the team (yes she even took the time to explain what was a WAG was to you) and that she finally had someone to sit with during races and chat with during events like this.

Which is how you found yourself sorta following Lily around like a lost puppy to really grasp the rope of things before the two of you found yourself huddled together as the launch happened. It was fun. There was a kid named William outside with a sign that said ‘My name is William too!’ They actually brought him in for the launch and even had him sit in the car. You smiled seeing the kid beam at the two of them and Logan happily chatting with him when he wasn’t pulled away to be in front of the camera.

After the launch, Alex and Logan were heading down to Central Park to continue filming so you and Lily decided to have a little afternoon together. You two went shopping, had lunch, and just explored as the two of you chatted about anything and everything. You guys were stopped a bit for pictures, which was expected with Lily, but you? That surprised you but also warmed your heart and you happily took the photos. Then you two arrived at the hotel and parted ways before the meet and greet where you’d probably be off to the side with her once again just watching and interacting with fans.

You were mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV when you heard a faint whirling noise before the door was opened. Looking over you saw your boyfriend and a smile tugged to your lips. Shifting, you sit next on the edge of the bed as Logan comes padding over. The smile turns into a small frown seeing the state of him. “You okay?” You ask. He grunts in response as he stands between your legs and you rub his arms soothingly.

“Come sit,” you gently pull Logan down next to you. Immediately, the American is pulling you into his lap and burying his face into your neck. Running your fingers through his hair, you kiss his temple gentle as he grumbles about how long days like this were and how tiring they were and he wanted nothing more than to stay here. You bit your lip gentle wanting to reassure him that it would be over soon but knew he had so much more socializing to do and he was near his wits end.

Then, an idea hit you.

“Tell me more,” you comment as you wiggle out of his lap and kneel behind him to give him a massage. You feel him relax under your touch and you smile gently as you continue. It’s a nice gesture but it’s mainly a distraction. When he’s relaxed enough you pull away as he continues to ramble as you slide off the bed and move to stand between his legs. Gently pushing him on the bed Logan’s let out a small huff of a laugh as he tosses an arm over his eyes. Perfect. Stripping out of your pants and panties, you crawl onto the bed and swat his arm away. The second his arm is to his side you’re swinging a leg over, trapping his head between his thighs and sitting down.

It takes a millisecond for Logan to realize what’s going on before you groan feeling his tongue on your clit. Your hands fly to his hair for purchase as he happily runs his tongue over your clit. Long slow strokes before short kitten licks. It sends a shiver of pleasure up your body as you buck your hips forward. His hands quickly find your thighs gripping tightly as he traps you. You tilt your head back groaning loudly as you roll your hips as you two find your rhythm quickly since Logan loves being between your thighs.

You let praises fall from your lips between the moans and gasps falling from your face. It should be illegal with how good Logan is from your clit to your cunt as he opens you up with his tongue. Even though you guys haven’t been together for long he had made it his mission to learn your body inside and out. How you liked him switching between slow licks and fast licks. How your eyes rolled when he teased your clit with circles before sucking. How your hips bucked when he slipped his tongue in and slowly fucked you open. How if he tilted his head back just enough he could get deeper brushing against your g-spot, causing you to throw your head back and let out the most delicious sounds. How if he switched the routine up it drove you mad and close to your orgasm which he was very much intending to do but that’s not on your agenda.

Your chest was heaving as you felt the familiar coil starting to form in your abdomen. You force yourself to let go of his hair to wedge your fingers under his and pries his hands off your thighs before you lift yourself up. Looking down, you wish you could take a picture but a mental one will do. Logan’s hair was wild against the sheets, eyes wide and pupils blown. His face was flushed a beautiful shade of pink and his mouth and chin was shiny with your juices. His fingers twitched in your hands as he stared up at you neither one daring to move as he whines. He became such a beautiful mess so quickly for you.

“Yes?”

“I need—” he gulps slightly.

“You need what?” You tease.

His mouth opens and then closes as he tries to find the words. You know exactly what he wants and you’re tempted to give it to him, “stay,” you command as your grip on his hands loosens so you can easily move off of him and slink off the bed and onto the floor.

“Sit up,” you say while stroking the inside of his thigh and he does looking down at you. Looking up at him, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and he groans tipping his head back slightly. You swirl your tongue around the tip before flattening your tongue along the underside of his cock. Hallowing your cheeks, you start to bob your head. You watch his hands start to go to your hair but stop knowing better than to touch without permission so he grabs the sheets as if it’s a life line. You place your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you continue prepping yourself. He’s babbling above you begging for more. He’s not specific with what he wants but that’s typical for him.

When you’re relaxed you happily take him down your throat, nose against his navel, and Logan throws his head back letting out a moan. Internally, you smirk at how loud he was. Usually he tried to be reserved and letting himself be focused on your pleasure but today was about him. You pull off to the tip before going straight back down and he tenses to keep himself still knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto the sheets. You continue for a bit longer before you pull off with a pop before standing.

“Lay down,” you say gesturing to the pillows and Logan scrambles laying on his back as his head hits the pillow. You wince for him since he was so close to hitting the headboard but it was a miracle he didn’t. That would’ve been one way to kill the mood and end the day for sure. Getting onto the bed, you straddle your boyfriend who’s breathing heavily from anticipation. Smirking at the mess you’ve already made of him, you grab the base of his cock and line yourself up before sliding down.

In unison you both groan as you put your hands on his chest for leverage. Once you’re bottomed out you take a moment to adjust. You start to move your hips in small circles sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as Logan turns his head to the side, groaning again.

“Babe I—”

“Shhh, I know. It’s okay,” you murmur as you run your hands over his chest, “I got you. Just lay there and let me hear all your pretty noises. Can you do that for me?”

Logan whines in response again.

“Logan.”

“Yes,” he breaths out, “Yes I—I can do that.”

“Good boy.”

Raising your hips you sink back down and tilt your head back. It’s been a while since you two have actually had time to have sex and it felt like the first time all over again. Just with how well he filled you up and it felt like a punch to the gut (pun intended…maybe). You start out with this slow rhythm hearing how Logan groaned and moaned under you whining and asking for more.

You work yourself on his cock picking up the pace as you go. You lean back, gasping at the new angle as your hands find purchase on his thighs. “Oh fuck—” you manage out between the moans. “Yes, fuck yes baby so good.” You ramble on as his head tosses to the side, hands gripping the pillows, the sheets, anything that isn’t you.

“I—fuck babe—please—” Logan gasps.

“Please what?”

“Let me touch you. Fuck. Babe. Please. Please please please,” he begs, “need to touch you. Please, shit, babe you look so good riding me, please,” He begs, “been so good for you.”

“Such a good boy,” you purr out, “okay.”

His hands fly to your hips. His eyes trained on you. How your lips are parted. The slight sweat starting to form on your forehead as your hair sticks to it. How your eyes are fluttering close.

“Let me move. Please baby,” he begs, “you’ve done so much work,” he’s rambling, “wanna make you feel good. Please let me make you feel good. God fuck babe I wanna make you feel good.”

You’re lost in your own little world as Logan rambles on. You’re so close of finding that spot and you shift to lean forward, hands back on his chest. One hand fumbles but it covers Logan’s mouth as you continue, slamming your hips down on him. Your eyes go wide and you see stars when you find it, throwing your head back as you continue. “Fuck—oh right there. Shit—” you moan out as you fall into an endless cycle of moans, groans, and cursing. You can feel Logan’s lips against your hand still moving but between your own noises and the absolutely filthy obscene noises you two were making it was drowned out.

Your body is on fire. Your legs are straining and you’re getting tired but you continue. You feel the coil forming once again and your hand drops to Logan’s throat as you wrap your hand around, squeezing slightly. He lets out a strangled gasp mostly out of shock before he moans. “You—fuck—” you breath heavily, “yes move.”

Logan did not need to be told twice. Gripping your hips tight enough that will surely leave bruises, not that you really minded, he snapped his hips up when you came down. You screamed - you’re pretty sure you did but you can’t be quiet to sure with the stars you were seeing and everything else drowning out expect Logan’s voice. He’s thanking you over and over, telling you how amazing you are and how you treat him so so well. He matches your pace and you can’t even prepare yourself as your orgasm is ripped out of you.

You grip his throat tighter and he lets out another strangled groan. Your body shakes as you continue riding him babbling about how good he’s fucking you, how pretty he is like this, how only you get to see him like this, and how only you can make him feel this good. He’s trying to speak but it’s hard and you manage to loosen your grip. He gasps for air before the words are slipping past his lips.

“Please. Oh god please let me cum. Please I’m so—I’m so fucking close. Babe. I need—” he chokes on air as tears form, “god please.”

You feel limp. You’ve slowed your own pace down but he continues with the pace. You manage an ‘yes, you can cum’ through moans and whines. It takes three more thrust before Logan’s spilling into you, head thrown back and groaning loudly as his eyes roll in the back of his head slightly. He continues to fuck you through his own orgasm before he finally comes down.

You’re both shaking slightly at this point. You force yourself to pull off of him, feeling his cum ooze out of you as you end up collapsing on top of Logan as the two of you catch your breath. Moving his hands to your hips, he gently massages them as he kisses the top of your head. You let your eyes slip close as your breathing returns to normal smiling to yourself as you listen to his heartbeat. “Better?” You ask finally breaking the comfortable silence.

“Much better. Thank you babe, I really needed that,” he says and plants a soft kiss to your hair.

“Of course. You know all you have to do is ask.”

Logan huffs a laugh out which earns an eye roll out of you. You turn your head so you can look at him and he’s smiling at you, leaning down to kiss your nose as you wiggle it. “I know,” he says, “I’m…working on it.”

“I know, and I’m proud. But with a schedule like this you have to be more keen on making sure you’re okay. Really.”

“I know. I know,” he nods as he speaks, “now come on, we gotta get cleaned up so we can go to dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah,” Logan blinks, “the meet and greet starts at six. So I thought we could grab an early dinner at a little mom and pops diner I found. Come on,” he gently sits up with you still on his chest. You squeak when he’s got his arms under your ass and shifting before you two are standing legs instinctively wrapping around his waist with a grin, “I’m paying this time.”

“You paid last time!” You argue as he laughs taking you both to the bathroom to get clean before dinner.

#starlight library presents;#logan sargeant x reader #logan sargent smut #ls2 x reader #ls2 smut #logan sargent x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one smut #starlight library fanfics

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thekinglemingle · 5 months

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Proposal for Big Finish: David Tennant and Alex Kingston low stakes adventure, with the twist being that it's retired Fourteen not Ten and he can't let River realise that he knows their whole deal. He so desperately wants to tell her how much he misses her, but he can't spoil the existence of the second regeneration cycle and ruin Twelve's surprise.

And that's why River thinks she's seen Ten much older than he was in the library.

#id say imma write this fanfic #but i never have time for writing these days #doctor who #fourteenth doctor #river song #the giggle #silence in the library

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pshstar · 5 months

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seonghwa library ! ♡⁠.

disclaimer !! the works in this masterlist are NOT mine. it was only compiled to help you (and me myself, lol) find and read fanfictions conveniently, and to show appreciation to the authors. enjoy reading

♡ - FAVEEE! | unmarked - planning to reread

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note: do inform me if there is an error to the links! just send me an ask or dm me

! the following fics contains smut !

favourites!

mr. popular | @wooyoungiewritings ♡

read for me, cry for me, moan for me | @pirateprincessblog ♡

teacher's pet, the heart wants what it wants | @hyuckilstan ♡

@tenelkadjowrites m.list (i love all of her hwa fics)

fucking ra | @songmingisthighs

late night activities | @kitten4sannie

dom estique | @hwanchaesong

unexpected company 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | @mia-tiny

bluff | @sm-entertain-me

better check twice | @essenteez

the thing about pretty boys | @wonusite

roommates | @auroumi

cheating | @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

rebound | @minkisluver

mine | @sluttyhwaa

fire and water | @wooyoungiewritings

bonnie on the side | @hwaightme

take me back | @hwaightme

bang bang | @hwaightme

seeking trouble | @hongcherry

hiding a vampire | @jonghoslvt

dancing with the devil | @bro-atz

after hours | @desirehorizon

pleasure of punishing | @songmingisthighs

warning signs | @mphountitled

home | @hwalloween

one last time , 2 | @bambikisss

daydreaming , 2 , 3 | @sluttywoozi

our secret | @hyungwonmyheart

his for the night | @honeyhotteoks

always and forever | @halotopicecream

migraine | hate | @kileaderie

all mine | @deadxxaccount

bloodsucker | @agustdiv1ne

pink rover | @1-800-shedevil

sleep talker | @mingigoo

slow it down, make it bouncy | @ryuyejiho

pink flags | @justaaveragereader

4:57 KST: Before the Boom! | @stardragongalaxy

rewards | @obligatoryidolblog

the hanged man | @starlitmark

aphrodite | @shinestarhwaa

impregnation | @hongism

cliché? cut! | @hwanchaesong

what's a soulmate? |@pocketjoong

#seonghwa smut #seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst #masterlist #seonghwa recommendation #seonghwa library #seonghwa fic

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seastarconstellation · 11 months

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Shenanigans in the Grimmauld Place Library

#severus snape #sirius black #harry potter fanart #This is a homage to Snirius fanfics. Like half of them have a scene where these two act like idiot babies in the library #art tag

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scaralvr · 1 year

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⠀⠀ 💤 GOOD LOOKING! scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis: kunikuzushi is confused as to why his 'heart' craves something besides you, his lover. when he comes to realize he abandoned you just like his creator and friends did to him, he returns only to be greeted by nothing. ୨ sfw, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort ୧

⠀⠀📋 this is a short nd silly little filler post while i'm working on heaps of reqs atm😵‍💫 this is based off of suki waterhouse's song good looking!!

kunikuzushi seeks something greater in the comforting and quiet life he has with you. after three betrayals, he's finally found someone to love and care for without having to worry about them leaving. but why is it that his heartless chest yearns for something else? is it possible you're not what he needs?

he awakes in a cold sweat when he finds out. a heart. the puppet longs for a heart of his own. being able to love and be loved wasn't enough, or so he thought. one day when you leave to get groceries, kunikuzushi asks if he can join you, to your surprise. and of course, you could never turn down your lover.

you smile and allow him to go to inazuma city with you. you tell him it's good for him, that he has a chance of meeting new people and improving his communication skills. and kunikuzushi may have met people, but definitely not the ones you would've wanted him to.

tides thrash inside, baby, i'm high octane

you find your lover's presence to be something rare nowadays, as you're spending nights alone with an empty bed and a blank mind. it's not as lively without kunikuzushi, you would think. you turn to face the window and the moon is high and proud among the pitch black sky filled with stars.

the familiar sound of the door opening alarms you and you get out of bed with a hopeful smile on your lips. "kunikuzushi!" you greet the puppet with a warm welcome as you help him take off his materials. lately, he seems to be indulging in oddly different clothes rather than the ones you sewed just for him.

his gaze is so cold and distant. you notice this while waiting for him to speak up, but he never does. scaramouche brushes past you and slides the shoji doors shut to his room. your heart twinges for a moment. you were hoping to finally talk to him after what seemed like forever, but he must be busy again. surely, he doesn't need his lover as a thorn in his side.

fever in a shock wave, my core vibrates in an opium haze

scaramouche barely remembers he even had a lover to begin with. he supposes being occupied with fatui business has taken a toll on his memory as well, besides his physical and mental state. he allowed the doctor to perform strange tests on him after studying scaramouche as a specimen. he'll admit; the "harmless" experiments performed on him were rougher than he expected, but all's fine.

if he can't take on all of this pain on his own, how can he continue his path to stealing the gnosis and becoming a God? through these experiences, scaramouche has come to hate mirrors. when he looks at himself, he finds the same vulnerable boy inside him despite changing so much within time. the split ends of his hair remind him of how he ruthlessly cut it himself after his mother abandoned him.

he merely scoffs at the thought. only weaklings dwell upon the past. scaramouche is the present and future; he believes that the past is a waste of time and it will always be that way. yet through all of this time, he didn't even realize he left someone else in the past.

yet you think we're the same

scaramouche doesn't notice your disappearance until it turns into months, maybe even more than that. well, it doesn't matter, if anything, this should help. he'll deal with the pain all by himself like he always does and it'll strengthen himself as he journeys to the birth of his becoming of a God. but why does it hurt moreso than usual?

scaramouche doesn't understand why he holds too many emotions. he doesn't want to have emotions and he never needed them in the first place. he believes it's a flaw, along with the other mistakes his creator made when making him. he doesn't understand why tears cascade down his face in an uncontrollable state as he curls up on the bed, void of anyone's warmth.

starting at that point, he began to change into the pleasant yukata you sewed for him rather than his uncomfortable fatui attire. the scent of you still lingered in the cotton as he buries his nose into the material. scaramouche solemnly pulls away and looks around as if he just awoke from a bad dream.

"where are you... (y/n)?" kunikuzushi queries.

the skyline falls as i try to make sense of it all

kunikuzushi can hardly pay any attention to his fatui duties when he finally realizes your sudden disappearance from his life. you promised to stay by his side, and that you did, but where were you now? maybe you went down to the city and he simply didn't notice. although, your trips don't usually take this long.

kunikuzushi is aware he doesn't have a heart, so why, why is there an inexplicable pain in his chest where it's supposed to be? it hurts, he cries to himself at night as he recalls all of the innocent lives he took, their blood in his hands as he kept it to himself. a poor excuse for a God in the making...

he felt so useless and lost. how much time has past? for how long were you already gone? did you leave of your own accord? did someone else take you away? questions plagued his mind as he could hardly rest with such thoughts.

i thought i'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more

as time passes, he grows a temper that would make anyone turn the other way the moment they saw him. scaramouche is filled with nothing but loathe for this wretched teyvat he roams and the heavenly celestia that watches upon him. why did they take you of all people? what made you leave?

these are the type of things that he's thinking the second he sees you after lesser lord kusanali takes the gnosis away from him. he can't tell whether it's real, and in this case, it probably isn't. but he hasn't seen you in so long, he doesn't care if it's short lived. scaramouche allows himself to sink into your embrace, unknowing of the fact that he's falling to the ground after the wires of the machine detached from him.

"it hurts, (y/n). i don't want to be here anymore," he cries into the crook of your neck as you hush him, your fingers brushing through his hair. "you're the strongest i've come to known, my kunikuzushi. continue what you began for me. i'll be waiting for you."

a kiss is planted against his forehead and he awakes from his slumber.

you adored me before, oh my good looking boy.

in a frightened state, the wanderer looks left and right, searching for your whereabouts. it doesn't take him very long to find you, for you're sound asleep next to him. he slowly gulps and his hand hovers over your face in hesitation. dear teyvat and celestia above, can something go right for once? just this once, as he's suffered for so many years and he doesn't wish for it to continue.

your eyelids flutter open and he quickly retracts his hand. you look at him and your lips form a smile. the smile he came to love and missed for the longest time. then, you part your beautiful lips to speak, and your voice is as soft and gentle as ever. "what are you doing up so late, dear? you and the traveler have a busy day tomorrow, don't you?"

you ask as you gather all of your strength to sit up, still half-asleep. he struggles to release a sentence from his mouth, even a word would do good, but he just couldn't. his lips are agape as he marvels at your presence. you sleepily giggle, "oh, love. you can't keep slacking off, you know that, right? the traveler's little fairy... thing, paimon, is constantly talking about how you seem so lost in your thoughts all of the time."

"i..." a word. he finally speaks. "can i..." all of a sudden, tears begin to stream down his face and you're taken aback. "k-kunikuzushi, are you alright?" you question him in a panicking state as you're fully awake, sitting on your knees to examine his face. he takes it upon himself to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his arms slithering around your torso as he clings to you for dear life. his hands are clutching at you as if you were to disappear at any given moment, but it never happens.

the one and only time, can he feel relieved. his muscles aren't as strained anymore as he allows his frail body to make your embrace its home. you pause, your movements at a stop as your body is tense, but you rest your hand in his hair. "can i stay here? i don't feel like helping the traveler with whatever tomorrow..." he mumbles, hoping you'd say yes, at the very least. a chuckle escapes your lips.

"of course, love. we need more time alone, don't we? but for now, let's rest together." you pull away as he does and you slot your lips into his. he eagerly indulges in the kiss and his chest, though heartless, comes to be filled with a happy warmth that can cause a grin to break out onto his features. "rest with you... i need that, more than ever."

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