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astarioffsimpmain · 2 months

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Unsolicited Affections (Part 1)

[Screenshots and Tav, Ban, by the lovely @brabblesblog]

Halsin x Plus Size F!Reader

Warnings: Body insecurity; internalized fatphobia; otherwise, floof (for now)

Synopsis: Your growing feelings for Halsin can no longer be ignored. Even so, that doesn't mean you don't try for your poor heart's sake. However, Halsin keeps bringing you closer, and you aren't sure how much longer you can take it without confessing... even though confessing is your worst fear.

Author's Note: Thank you so much to @brabblesblog for taking these screenshots and allowing me to use Ban in the header! For all readers, there will be a Part 2 to this fic and it will be the smut you all requested from the poll I took! This became a super duper indulgent fic for me, as I struggle with all of the insecurities the reader struggles with here. But I hope this little 2 part creation can act as a balm for anyone who has ever struggled with their bodily image, or wondered if they'd ever be seen as beautiful. This one's for you; for us. <3

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The battle had been bloody. Grime and viscera was spread across each body, hair color lost in deep dyes of red in the wake of the victory. You and your companions trudged back to camp in silence; exhausted. You had failed to obtain what the battle had been fought for in the first place, and you were certain that your mood was soured for the rest of the evening. Upon reentering your campground, Gale was the first to greet you all, thankful to see that everyone was alive, albeit roughed up; obvious disappointment creased his features for a moment when you told him the news that you had failed to obtain the magical object you had set out for, but he hid it behind an understanding smile and ushered you to sit by the fire as he finished dinner.

You had reasoned that if the Netherese Orb in Gale's chest required the consumption of magic to remain stable, that the more powerful the object, the longer it would sate him. So you had taken a group and set out for the most powerful magical object in your direct vicinity - the Circlet of Blasting. You had recognized it the day previous on the head of a Drow with several of its companions near the Myconid colony in the Underdark. Once you found them again, you approached to inquire whether you could cough up enough gold to take it off their hands, but when they turned and pierced you with vicious red eyes that gleamed back at your group with a reflectiveness like a cat's, you knew gold would not satisfy them. And as they drew their daggers, you were proven correct, and the battle had begun.

You slumped over on the log next to the fire, too exhausted to properly stow your weight, as you removed your armor piece by piece. The second person to approach you carried a warm bowl of stew and placed it gently into your palms. The hands were tender and gentle, and much too large to belong to anyone but your favorite Archdruid. You raised your weary head to meet his beautiful bright green eyes, creased with worry, but soft with care as he lowered himself to the ground beside your legs, his muscular arm grazing the now-bare skin of your thigh as he adjusted. A flutter ran through your stomach at the contact, but you clamped down on it before you could get carried away. You knew his kindness was platonic. It had to be. Halsin was simply…kind.

The tell-tale signs of complicated and painful feelings had risen within your chest since rescuing Halsin from the goblins, and although you had tried to deny them, recently it had proven impossible. But while you finally admitted to yourself that you had fallen for his disarming smile, the scratch of his well-worn fingertips against your softer skin, and how passionately he cared about every living creature in nature, you refused to admit it to anyone else. You would be sparing yourself that embarrassment this time around. Your chest ached, remembering the many times you'd fallen for someone and approached them with this truth, only to be turned away over and over again. Inwardly, you snarled, blaming the extra plush your body carried for your lack of luck in love. Whether the objects of your affection had been kind, polite, or downright rude, there was always a moment in which their eyes would quickly rake your body up and down before delivering their blow. Perhaps they didn't even recognize that they did it, but you saw. You always saw.

So, while you knew Halsin would never be unkind to you, you had been trying to make peace with the very probable fact that he would only ever see you as a friend - never quite attractive enough to be anything more. It was something you were used to, but it never seemed to dull the throbbing pain in your heart whenever you thought on it too long. There was a part of you, somewhere deep, that knew you were not at fault; that knew you were not to blame; that perhaps if they had deigned to look beyond the surface for even a moment, that they would have seen how genuine your heart was, and how they never would have had to go without affection, love, or loyalty should they have chosen you. You weren't without this enlightenment, but the constant dissatisfaction of, or concern for, the body you carried from those around you - from well-meaning friends to pushy strangers - weighed heavy on your tired mind.

This moment around the fire was no exception, your burning desire to curl around Halsin's broad shoulders like a cat and purr was strong, but overshadowed by the fear of rejection. You had him near, but pulling him too close was to risk sending him far away, and you weren't sure you'd be able to stand it were that to occur. An icy shudder ran through you at the mere thought of Halsin retracting his warmth from your side. "- giving you a chill?" His dulcet voice pulled you back to reality like a line reeling you in, but you caught only his last few words.

"What?" You said, blinking as his image in your eyes grew sharper again. "Apologies, my mind was far away."

"No worries." He chuckled. "I merely asked if the night air was giving you a chill. You were shaking, my heart."

My heart.

You melted a little. The nickname was fairly new. The first time he had called you that had been two mornings prior, after a late start and a quick bath in the bioluminescent pools near your campsite in the Underdark. You had come trudging back to camp in clothes that were quickly dampening due to being pressed against your still wet skin, wringing your hair out ferociously as you tried to hurry to catch up with everyone else's progress. You had just started to wrench your boots up over your clinging pants when Halsin had approached you, laying a warm hand against your wet-stained shirt. You had startled, your head snapping up to his in a surprised daze.

"Slow down." He had said, running a soothing hand down your bent spine and back up, sending full bodied shocks through you like tidal waves. "You needn't worry, my heart. We will wait for you."

As the memory warmed your cheeks, you cleared your throat and averted your eyes, praying he couldn't see the thoughts lingering just inside the colors of your irises. "No, I'm alright. Just- just a bit weak from not eating all day. Thank you, for bringing me this." You finally acknowledged the bowl in your hands and raised it a little.

"Of course. Please, eat. I hear from the others that you had a rough skirmish. I implore you to let me check you over once you've finished your stew."

Ignoring the way your heart jumped dangerously near to your throat, you nodded silently, opting instead to pick up the wooden spoon in the bowl and begin to eat. It was one of Halsin's spoons; one he whittled. It was smooth and beautiful and easy to hold. Almost all of the cutlery in camp had been fashioned by Halsin, and several of the stools you kept as well. It was his hobby and his form of relief, to create things with his hands. Subconsciously, you glanced down to where the hands in question rested on his knees; large and rough, his hands had seen it all and done it all through his 300 plus years of life, and you couldn't help but quietly admire how much they had learned and lost in the process. And after all of that, he chose to create beauty with those hands that knew so much. It made your heart clench with a new wave of affection. You swallowed hard, as if the feelings would force their way back down in the same way as the contents of your bowl.

Again, you were drawn back from your reverie by the Druid's movements, one of his hands moving from his lap to yours. His palm came down to rest flat on your thigh, only a thin layer of fabric left to separate the blazing heat from your skin. You barely suppressed a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact, feeling much more intimate than it probably was, and locked eyes with Halsin, whose brow was worried into wrinkles. "You seem more distant than usual, are you sure you're alright?" He said, his thumb taking a slow drag across your leg, sending your poor heart racing in your chest.

"Yes," you managed to respond, rather breathlessly. "I- I'm alright." Even you weren't convinced by your attempt at deflection, and Halsin's frown only deepened.

"When you've finished your stew, come find me by my tent. I will have some healing herbs waiting for you." He said sternly and you nodded silently. His eyes softened at your wide-eyed expression and he reached up to gingerly tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Promise me you will come." He murmured quietly, his eyes never leaving yours, and your heart stuttered wildly in your chest.

"I promise." You replied, and a soft smile graced his lips. He nodded in return and stood up, brushing himself off before walking back towards his tent.

"Gods," you muttered under your breath, pressing your palm to your chest in an effort to keep your pounding heart inside.

"You've been given the perfect opportunity, darling." A voice chimed lyrically behind you, and you turned your head to find Astarion eyeing you appreciatively. "Don't waste it." He grinned widely, putting his fangs on display as he did so.

"Shut up, Astarion." You mumbled, your face heating as you pressed your hands over your eyes. You only hoped you wouldn't make a fool of yourself.

fin

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jamaisjoons · 2 years

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happy hentaiween | m.

Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, and October is the season of fear. The dark season. The season of desire.

In October, we toy with the semantics of the monster waiting under our bed to claim us. What does it want with us? Will it be delicious? Will we be delicious in the back of its mouth. In October, we consider the curiosity of the alien, and his probing, searching eyes. When he takes us, will will bind ourselves to him, giving life, and liver and womb without question or hesitation? In October, sympathy for the devil and his demons comes easily and as sweetly as a candy apple to the tongue. Does sin have any room to germinate where there is no light? October makes room for spellbinding, for magic, for complete surrender to the monster living deep within the forest. How easily we will spread ourselves, give over to the limits of our bodies just to ache and hunger with wildfire in our blood.

Welcome to A Hentai Halloween! A collaborative event between a set of truly wonderful authors in celebration of all weebs, monster fuckers, and tentacle lovers hosted by yours truly!

notice: all fics contain smut. minors dni.

⟶ AO3 Masterlist

⁂ binding vow

⤑ pairing: king of curses!namjoon x jujutsu sorcerer!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: dark fantasy. reincarnation. jujutsu kaisen au.

❝ During the Heian Era, long before he was known as the King of Curses, you were Namjoon's lover, only to be parted by death at the hands of a Curse. Now, it's the modern era, and you, a Jujutsu Sorcerer, have been captured by Curses in an offering to the very King you had once loved. ❞

⏤ Category: Hentai ; As Animated by @jamaisjoons

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ tormented

⤑ pairing: researcher!seokjin x monstress!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. native folklore. e2l.

❝ Seokjin has a terrifying memory from his younger days that has easily shaped him into the man he’s become, and fuelled his desire for all accomplishments thus far. Watching your mother be eaten alive by a monster tends to have a lasting, psychological effect like that. Now a full-time Folklorist, with a PhD in Mythology, Masters in Cultural Anthropology, and a time consuming side-hobby as a Supernatural Investigator, his research has led him into the wilderness surrounding the Black Water Lakes, where he’s determined this monster resides in its hidden habitat. Determined to reveal new discoveries to the world, to prove his insanity is anything but, Jin finds himself hot on the trail of something that haunts his inner child, and yet ignites an unusual fire deep inside him. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster Girls ; As Animated by @kookdiaries

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ can’t deny your appetite

⤑ pairing: dream whisperer!yoongi x dream walker!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. e2l. sleep paralysis demon.

❝ In the entirety of your existence as a Dream Walker, traveling through people's dreams and feeding on their subconscious fears, you had only heard tales about the Dream Whisperer – a creature that granted humans erotic dreams, taking them away from the fear that you survived on – and had never actually encountered him. But tonight, when the said monster physically appears between you and your food, you might end up feeding on more than you were prepared for. ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @jimilter

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ brood mare

⤑ pairing: alien!hoseok x human!Reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: sci fi. alien abduction. alien experimentation.

❝ The ship arrived three days after your birthday, an eerie blot in the sky that grew larger and larger until it sought to outshine the sun. It is the lack of change beyond this that had you, and everyone else around the globe, unsettled but after months of its looming presence you are starting to feel curious about it. You are even comforted by it. Still, there is no change. Except, sometimes in the morning you feel as though you have lost something. And, sometimes in the evening, you feel as though you are waiting for something. And, most times, you are certain there is something standing in the shadows, watching and waiting and departing the moment you try to focus on it. Perhaps there is change: a change in you. A change in the way you want it. And a change in the way you want it to want you back. ❞

⏤ Category: Aliens ; As Animated by @yeoldontknow

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ beware the jabbercock

⤑ pairing: jabberwocky shifter!jimin x ace of hearts!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: shifters. royalty. alice in wonderland au.

❝ As the Ace of Hearts, you are next in line for the throne after your cousin the Queen of Hearts. Her consort Jack however wants you out of the picture and banishes you to the Wonderland wilderness where the terrifying Jabberwocky lives, a horrifying creature responsible for a slew of card deck townspeople deaths.

Within the mysterious depths of the Wonderland forest you find the Jabberwocky, and as you fall under his spell you realise how he was so easily able to capture and defeat so many of your people. ❞

⏤ Category: Hybrids/Shifters ; As Animated by @opaljm

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ lurking in the dark

⤑ pairing: bogeyman!taehyung x curvy!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: monsters. s2l. pwp.

❝ Don’t look! It’s best to stay tucked under your covers. Folktales warn against acknowledging him. It only strengthens his power. Yet, he is all you want to think about. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster ; As Animated by @inkedtae

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ fresh out of hell

⤑ pairing: demon monster!jungkook x med student!reader ⤑ genre: angst ∴ smut ⤑ tropes: forbidden love. horror. death race au.

❝ Jungkook was sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit. When the opportunity to earn his freedom again presented itself, he went for it. However, just like the victory, his life was snatched by the vile humans that put him in that awful place to begin with.

After rising from the grave, Jungkook has one mission. Take what’s rightfully his along with what his worst enemy loves the most. Although, the latter might be easier to grab than the former. ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @sugakookitty

➵ Coming Soon

The shadows grow long in October, a bottomless black that swallows everything it touches. Trepidation comes easily, lurks behind every corner, watching and waiting, a feeling you cannot shake. And lust has never been shaken from the binds of our bones, it lurks, it watches it waits. What was once a friendly, well-lit street becomes an endless expanse of bleak possibility. What was once a friendly fable becomes a warning, a promise, an ode to regret and an ode to an unexpected metamorphosis. Desire transmutes the street corner your old neighbour once occupied, full now with difference, with longing, with a yearning close to obsession the moment a charming, new face stands at its threshold. The air tastes different in October, ripe with unexplained cravings.

We were taught never to speak about the dark desires that remain unsatisfied when the sun is out. But in October, when the moon is high, and the darkness is alive, we've decided to tell you everything we've ever wanted.

And none of us will be the same when we are done.

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adrift-in-thyme · 5 days

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Here it is! The fairy Time fic I promised. Be warned, it is extremely fluffy

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It is a quiet night.

Time is always grateful for those. They are in short supply on this journey, too often interrupted by the rise of the cursed Blood Moon or an outburst of beasts from under the cover of foliage. But tonight, the moon is tranquil and golden and the surrounding bushes and trees conceal nothing except chattering critters.

The heroes have settled around the fire, and are trading lazy quips. The occasional tale sneaks in between them, which quickly becomes a competition to see who has endured the more exciting experience.

Time doesn’t normally make a habit of joining in. He is content to remain just outside the conversation, close enough to comment if necessary, but far enough to merely listen. Such peace and joy are precious things – as precious as every moment spent by Malon’s side – and they surround him like a warm blanket.

Tonight, however, that wonderful feeling is making it rather difficult to remain awake.

It doesn’t help that the healing spells he had cast in the aftermath of today’s battle have left him feeling drained. With the traveler down and their potions used up, he had had little choice but to act. And he doesn’t regret it in the least. But that doesn’t negate the fact that healing magic has never been his strong suit.

Every fae possesses the power, yet not all have the strength to employ it in such a measure as he had today. Healing is a delicate act. It requires attentiveness and care, dedication and focus. He had poured all of that and more into his spells, used his heart and mind, his soul to heal his brothers’ wounds and save their lives. And in the moments afterward…had collapsed.

He is fortunate his brothers had been there to catch him. Too many times before he learned his limit, this weakness had spelled his doom. He has scars on his wings to prove it.

Still, he is practically useless, even now after the impromptu nap. He feels dried up and hollowed out, limbs heavy with the same exhaustion that drags his eyelids downward. And though he would normally protest at least a little at the prospect of staying in his current position, he cannot dredge up the will to do so.

So, here he remains, curled up on his side on Wind’s lap, Warriors’ scarf a silken cocoon about his body, one giant wing draped over him like a comforter.

He shifts with a small sigh. The sailor giggles, ever amazed at his fairy form, and reaches out to run a finger over Time’s wings. He is gentle, careful in every movement. Still, Time is a bit surprised at the lack of the fear that usually bubbles up whenever anyone touches him in this form.

He has had too many injuries, too many close calls with death or worse. They have made him wary. But he trusts the sailor. Wind is nothing if not kind.

He is safe here.

The knowledge hits him harder than any monster blow.

You are safe here.

Something breathtakingly warm wells up in him at that thought, similar to the feeling he has been basking in since he awakened, yet unique all the same.

“Alright, old man?” A soft voice asks, now, and Time pries open the eye he hadn’t even registered closing. Warriors grins down at him.

Time’s soft hum quickly dissolves into a blissful sigh as the captain tucks him more securely into his bed of softness. He allows his eye to slide shut again, his body to relax more fully. He allows the sensations and sounds to envelop him, surround him in warmth and comfort. To pull him down into blessed darkness once more.

“He’s adorable like this,” Wind says, his noisy whisper breaking through the haze. Another giddy giggle bursts forth from him like gurgling water.

“He is, isn’t he?” It’s Twilight now. Time can imagine the dirt-eating grin on his face, the same one that spreads across Malon’s when she beats him in yet another race around the pasture. “Though I doubt he wants us calling him that.”

There’s a pause, then in a disapproving whisper-yell, “and he definitely doesn’t want that. Put that slate of yours away, champion!”

There is the distinct sound of a camera snapping a photograph. Laughter ripples through the group like the wind through the trees.

“When he kills you all, don’t come running to me,” Twilight says, though there’s laughter in his voice too.

Traitors, Time thinks, lazily, all of them.

“Oh, come on, Twi. Look at him! He wouldn’t hurt us! Not like this anyway.”

“Then, you haven’t gotten a good look at his wings,” Legend pipes up, drily. “They’ve got eyes on them, you know.”

“Ooh.” Time can feel Wind’s breath ghosting him as the boy leans down to get a closer look. “I wonder if they make up for the one he lost. I’ll bet he can see us through ‘em!”

If Time wasn’t quite so tired (or finding this quite so exasperatingly comical) he would correct that assumption. But then again, what’s the harm in allowing a little rumor like that to spread and strike some healthy fear into the hearts of his would-be blackmailers?

“Come on guys.” Warriors’ voice rises above the hushed clamor of the others, all bickering about Time’s ability, or lack thereof to watch them through his wings. “He’s exhausted. Let him sleep.”

The heroes try to quiet, though their efforts are about as successful as Time suspected they would be. Whispers and barely stifled laughter continue to weave their way gallantly through the night.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

…though a few more telltale clicks of Wild’s slate cement his decision to play a prank on him as soon as he regains his strength.

“He’s so small,” someone murmurs, now as the hubbub begins to subside, sleepiness getting the best of even the most energetic among them. Sky, Time’s mind slowly supplies, putting a face to the voice that wafts gently around him. “To think, he healed us all while in that form…”

“Something you get to know very quickly about Sprite is that size doesn’t bother him,” Warriors replies, fondness in his tone. “Even as a kid, he could take out groups of monsters much larger than what we faced today.”

Sky chuckles, soft and almost sad. Time is too far gone to decipher why.

But he can’t deny the sudden rush of warmth when the chosen hero whispers, “thank you…little one.” And when, in the next moment, Sky ghosts a finger over the very tip of his wings, Time is unafraid beneath his touch.

He drifts off not long afterward to the sound of tired murmurs, the crackling of the campfire, and a soft song played upon an ocarina, the notes drifting up toward the moon.

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im-not-corrupted · 3 months

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oohh!! seer dream!

Hi hi! This one's my lil fairy tale (kinda) fic about an immortal-human Dream who can see the dreams of everybody and make them come true. He lives in a cabin outside of the woods, and eventually, a Hob whose dreams always comes true stumbles upon him. They adopt a couple of ravens too, it's a great time. Here's a little snippet from chapter two :)

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He bundles the poor thing up in the cloak, cradling it close to his chest. There is a faint warmth as he brushes a finger over silk-soft feathers, as cold as he imagined they would be, and the bird still breathes. Faintly, but it still does, and he is grateful for that. For the chance to do something to help heal it, to give it a place to grow warm again until it can take to the skies once more.

”What is your name, then?” he murmurs quietly, trying not to think overmuch of the biting cold. He will be home in the cabin soon, and that will have to be enough for him.

The name comes to him easily, a faint whisper in the back of his mind. “Jessamy,” he tries, and—yes. It fits. It fits perfectly, and the bird in his hands seems to respond pleasantly. Jessamy it is, then.

The walk back to his cabin is much slower than he would like. He is cold, breath frosting in front of him, and the winter clothes he wears does little for the chill. Still, the bird seems to enjoy being cradled close to him while bundled up so snugly in the fabric of his cloak--its dreams slowly become a tiny bit brighter, even if its desperation to feel less pain still occupies most of them--and so by the time he reaches his cabin, he thinks it is worth it.

It is even more worth it when he sees the man who stands on his doorstep once more, looking more than a little dejected where he stares at the closed door. It is the stranger again, the one who foolishly dreams of immortality, and Dream startles at the sight of him. Truly, he had not expected to see him the last time--at least, not for a reason as innocent and as lovely as simply wanting to offer Dream stories because he seemed to enjoy them the first time they met--and to see him a third time feels...

It feels impossible. It feels a little too good to be true, somehow. People do not visit him. He made this cabin his, far enough away from any civilisation that he will not be disturbed, because he did not want people to visit him. Because he did not want to be used for his abilities, because he wanted to hurt less, because he wanted to exist without such expectations.

Occasionally, there are some who stumble upon him. He is an unwilling legend in these parts, a story that has passed onto newer generations through word of mouth. He knows how they think of him, what they call him, what they want from him. And sometimes, somebody takes their chances. Makes their way towards his cabin on nothing but desperation and dreams alone in the hopes that somehow he exists, that, for some reason that is beyond him, he will make their dream a reality even if he had not done such a thing in centuries.

Yet this man continues to find him. He does not request his dream come true. He makes no demands. He does not even ask--he has requested only water and Dream's company, so far, and neither of these take energy or magic from him.

It is baffling. It is wonderful.

And still, it is hard to trust. A third time cannot be a coincidence, surely. He must know by now who Dream must be. What he must be. Dream does not think the man would be so rude as to outright demand he grant the dream that hangs in the air around him, one he imagines so fiercely Dream can still feel it without reaching out, but his muscles still tense.

After two nights of his companionship, after sitting by the fire with the man in front of him...After having somebody spend time in his company after so many years of the walls of his cabin closing in around him, he does not think he will be able to turn this man away. Not after all of that.

Immortality would be difficult to grant. It would be painful, and would take much from him. He thinks it might be a worthwhile price to pay. "Hello," he greets. It is...softer than he intends, quieter. The bird in his hand lets out a little sound, still in so much agony, and he brushes a finger over her head once more. It appears to soothe her, and he is happy to give whatever comforts he can.

The man whirls around, so fast Dream fears he may hurt himself accidentally. He remains properly balanced, however, staring at Dream with widened eyes as though he hadn't expected Dream to be there at all. Which is...strange. This is where he lives. Where else would he be?

A smile as bright and glorious as the sun breaks across his face. It is a smile Dream would do much to see again, one he wishes to burn into his memory so he might revisit it again. "Stranger!" he greets in return, and Dream thinks he will never get tired of the joy, the excitement, that shines through in his voice so easily. It has been terribly long since somebody has been truly delighted to see him. "I thought you weren't here for a moment."

"My apologies," he murmurs slowly. The man has not asked anything of him yet. He wonders how he has gotten lucky enough for this man to find him. "I had not been expecting guests."

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #the sandman fic #eris writes things #my asks #wip tag game #cuubism #chapter one is going to go up in a couple of days I think!!!#I'm incredibly excited to share it :))

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aeor-is-for-reccing · 4 months

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EPISTOLARY: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have fics that feature an epistolary format! Check under the cut for 9 fics that are told through the format of letters, and don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!

you're the one to change your story by idontreallylikebutterflies (4009, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek sends a letter apologising the Mighty Nein. He and Caleb start exchanging letters.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Another Time, Another Place by Operafloozy (9780, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek Thelyss figured out a way to travel through time and bend reality to his will. Bren Ermendrud, Volstrucker for the Dwendalian Empire, acquired the Shadowhand’s notes, and led history in a different direction.

Reccer says: A very fun read, a lot of really good world building!

To Have Owned the Sun by Dragonslaeyr (59213, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb Widogast goes to Rumblecusp to finally meet Essek Thelyss, who has been his correspondent for years. There's only one problem: no one on the island has heard of Essek.

Reccer says: It's an extremely atmospheric mystery with a wonderful supporting cast - the snippets of correspondence only make it better.

gods upturning inkpots by essektheylyss (divinationwizard) (6833, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek start exchanging letters, without acknowledging them out loud.

Reccer says: The PINING in these wizards, from small notes in Aeor to full blown (love) letters at Caleb’s home, still never talking of it. And Beau was amazing at the end

The Care and Keeping of a Human Lover by Essek Thelyss by measuringtheabyss (2159, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death

Essek discusses the best practices, difficult moments, and interesting hurdles involved in dating someone of a shorter lifespan, using his personal experience with his anonymous human lover, "Caleb".

Reccer says: This will make you cry (positive)

Love Letters to Toss Into the Fire by Anonymous (59420, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek and Caleb exchange letters over a longer period of time and try to figure out what they are to each other.

Reccer says: It's so creative! It's such a interesting take how Essek and Caleb write letter with the help of magic.

As per my last email by LivThael (11651, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek Thelyss is an asshole with a questionable taste in spreadsheets. Caleb Widogast has more important and certainly more interesting things to do than filing travel expense claims. A series of mails turns into a escalating meeting.

Reccer says: I liked it!

A tale as old as time: A historical analysis of Jester Lavorre’s romance novel ‘Delights and Delusions’ by LivThael (17063, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes, Arranged marriage

An appendix of a research paper with love letters between Essek and Caleb.

Reccer says: I love these types of experimental fics and the author has done an amazing job! With academics looking at the past and seeing glimpses of Essek and Caleb’s lives, the gossipy newspapers and the implied story between the letters

As per my last email by LivThael (11651, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Reccer says: I liked it!

The following fic received three recs!

the hole in the stone by MinnesotaBruja (13243, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Pet Death

Shortly post-Cognouza, Essek takes a position as a lighthouse keeper on a remote island north of Eiselcross. These are his letters to Caleb.

Reccer 1 says: I liked it! Reccer 2 says: A absolutely lovely use of the medium. It's fascinating learning the world through Essek's eyes using only what he would willingly admit to Caleb Reccer 3 says: Incredibly moving, this fic changed me

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sitp-recs · 4 months

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AO3 Wrapped - 15 rare pair recs

God bless the rare pairs! I haven’t read much in 2023 but what I’ve read definitely left a lasting impression on me. The @dronarryfest stole the show alongside some delicious Kinkuary treats, but I’m happy that I found time to explore wlw and one or two new ships. A massive shoutout to these incredible creators for sharing brilliant works with us. Please give them some love! Here's to a wonderful 2024 with more rare pair galore 🥂

💍 Something Old, Something New by @indigo-scarf (T, 3k) - Droyle

queerplatonic relationship | weddings | fluff

Draco said he would marry Goyle if they ended up single.

⚖️ One or the Other by @sleepstxtic (E, 3k) - Dorcas/Narcissa, Dorcas/Marlene

war fic | spy Dorcas | infidelity

Dorcas becomes a murderer at eight o’clock on a Friday night.

🛏️ The Roommates by @citrusses (E, 3.6k) - Sirius/Draco, endgame Drarry

rough sex | voyeurism | light D/s

Harry would later wonder if, that first time it happened, he hadn’t been meant to find out all along.

📷 collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks (E, 4k) - Ginsy

non-binary Ginny | UST | Daddy kink

Gin’s adjusting the lighting for their next shoot when in walks the new model Luna was so enthusiastic about, and that’s when they know they’re in deep shit.

🪢 As We Tremble and We Bleed by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k) - Hardy

angst with a happy ending | infidelity (Hinny) | family dynamics

Or: Everybody commits angsty-hot adultery, is mostly miserable, and then finds happiness.

💧Boy Wonder by @maesterchill (E, 6k) - Dronarry

getting together | threesome | dacryphilia

Ron Weasley is a people guy. Gets on well with others, loves to socialise. Despite that, he can never figure people out. When Hermione reveals a very intimate secret about Harry, Ron begins to wonder about a few things.

♟️ Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark by @writcraft (E, 8k) - Rarry

friends to lovers | jealousy | first time (Ron)

It’s getting harder to hear about Harry’s casual one-night stands, but Ron can’t work out why. He meets plenty of women, he wants his friend to be happy and it can’t be jealousy, because Ron is straight. Isn’t he?

🪶 Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic (M, 10k) - Dronarry

established Drarry | Veela!Ron | jealousy | magical theory

Ron's never had a place to really call his own, so when the deeds to an ancient magical house in Bulgaria appear in his Gringotts vault, he ropes in his Curse-Breaker best friend (and his Curse-Breaker best friend's Field Healer boyfriend) to come and check the place out with him.

🐺 Stopper & Reeve by @vdoshu (E, 10k) - Tedrarry

established Drarry | knotting | breeding kink | sex toys

Teddy gets his very first knot stuck in his fleshlight. And somehow that’s not the worst part of his day.

🐉 The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14k) - Dronarry

dragon tamers Drarry | hurt/comfort | D/s undertones

Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering.

🪴 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 17k) - Dronarry

established Rarry | sentient houses | grief | gardening

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.

🧩 Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - Harry/Snape

memory loss | murder boyfriends | first time

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

🌶️ 🪙 Kinkuary collection by @sorrybutblog (E, 20k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of smutty ficlets written for HP Kinkuary 2023. Tags will be updated as chapters are added. Pairings are in chapter headings!

📻 empire builders by shecrows (E, 25k) - James/Sirius

friends to lovers | power dynamics | coming of age

James, Sirius, and a summer in the south of Devon.

🌶️ 🐺 Kinkuary collection by @wolfpants (E, 42k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of 28 short fics spanning different pairings and inspired by the Kinkuary 2023 prompts! A mix of M and E ratings. Expect rare pairs, Drarry, crossgen, group sex, dirtyhotwrong... you name it!

#ao3 wrapped #hp rare pair #Sitp faves

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popjunkie42 · 10 months

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ACOTAR fan fiction recs by meee!

If you’ll indulge me, I’ve been reading so much fan fiction lately and wanted to share the ones I am absolutely feral for. Everything is Feysand because that is my jam. Some have spice. I love them all with my entire heart. Trying to tag authors I know on tumblr but if I miss someone please let me know. Some possible spoilers for the series in descriptions below.

If you can’t figure it out my favorite genre is Under the Mountain what-ifs mixed with ACOMAF what-ifs but there are also a few modern AUs in here, among others.

Never Alone by Frufrusc - Is this my favorite fanfic ever? If you loved Time Traveler’s Wife you will love this. The writing, the dialogue…all of it perfect. A mysterious old magic visits Rhys (and eventually Feyre) first on Calanmai and takes both of them back in time to their mates when they needed them the most. If the thought of Rhys getting 9-year-old Feyre a birthday cake makes you melt then this is the fic for you. Still updating and the new chapter is fire. I would die for this fic.

What Dreams May Come by Anonymous - Rhys gets mysteriously ill during Feyre’s visit to the Night Court in early ACOMAF. This is adorable and sweet and angsty all at once and the characters are too. Feyre reads Rhys his favorite childhood stories in bed while he’s sick and they write notes back and forth while she’s back in Spring. Rhys cries because he loves her so much. Finished fic and if this is you please drop in my messages so I can heap all the love upon you.

A Court of Faded Dreams by @the-lonelybarricade - The one and only, maybe what started me back on fan fiction after not reading it for literal decades. After events in ACOWAR, the Cauldron sends Feyre back to the Spring Court before UTM while she is still human, with all her memories and she gets a chance to do it all again. Separate Rhys POV chapters that are everything. CALANMAI. Feyre and Rhys desperately trying not to touch each other so the mating bond doesn’t snap into place while UTM. Soft Rhys basically dying because he loves Feyre so much. It’s the best.

The Portrait of a Male by HopeLions13 - A warning that this one goes heavy on the SA, it’s kind of like if ACOTAR was done by Game of Thrones/HBO people. This fic is so good it makes me want to die. Rhys realizes Feyre is his mate on Calanmai and whisks her away to Velaris while he’s still stuck UTM. Of course this will not stand, so Feyre makes her way there to claim her mate she barely knows except through the stories from the Inner Circle. It is wrenching, and hot as HELL, and rewrites canon in wonderful and brilliant ways. The way things end after the third trial sets my brain on fire.

Darling.exe by @damedechance - Modern AU with Professor!Rhys. Feyre is a college art student taking a biology class with her friend Lucien. She wasn’t prepared for her insanely hot Professor, who she recognizes…from his Only Fans. Two chapters so far and I have thought about this fic an ungodly amount. Feyre is adorable in this and Rhys is insufferably hot and smug, as it should be.

I am no god, only woodworm by @damedechance - THE WRITING. In this divergent tale, Feyre wanders in the woods and unwittingly makes a terrible bargain with an absolutely feral and dangerous woodland sprite who commands the night. Please give me wild and creepy god-sprite Rhysand all day long. “I have no need to steal from you, because I need only to kiss you, for the silver to leap from your tongue and onto mine.” UGH

Darling, Let’s Run by @the-lonelybarricade - Again!! Rhys is a black cat, do you need more? Let’s keep going in the vein of Dark!Rhys. Feyre as a human is trying to find her sister Elain, who has disappeared after marrying Greyson and is accused of his murder. She meets a dangerous and mysterious stranger along the way to Velaris and can’t seem to shake him. Hot as hell.

Pomegranate by @mmvalentine - A gods/fairytale-esque story about the High Lord of the Night Court falling in love with the daughter of Spring who’s under the thumb of her terrible father Tamlin. Bonus Feyre beast form.

Dreams by ashesandhoney - An AU where Rhys doesn’t call in the bargain for six months but meets Feyre again at a High Lords ball (yes there is dancing, everyone please write more courtly dancing into your fics). I love this because of the interesting ways they try to control Feyre’s power, how she eventually trains, and Rhys of course being totally in love with her power. “Too thin, too pale, too calm. Feyre wasn't calm. Feyre threw bone spears at tyrants and sobbed until she could barely breathe and stormed into underground citadels because she loved so deeply it hurt. Feyre was anger and love and defiance all wrapped up in a fragile mortal body.”

Please enjoy as I have. And I’m always open to your Feysand recs. I’m sure there are more to add but this post has already gotten out of control. Thank you to everyone writing and being amazing on tumblr, I love you dearly.

#acotar #feysand #acomaf #fanfic #acotar fanfiction

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Don’t Give Up On Me / OUAT AU Series

Pairing: Snow!Amelia x Charming!Nikolai, Nicholas and Amara

Extra characters/mentioned: The Dark Prince!Alexander, Rumple!Cole, Captain Hook!Jeremy, Charming!Michelle, Mal!Liane, Prince!Ethan and etc

Click here for Part 2

Note: This fic leds into two other tales hehe

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In the lower left corner of dungeons within castle held a dimly shaped cell surrounded by rock, dust and debris. On the walls held starching marks made with a small dagger counting the hours spent inside each and how many more days until release. On the ground of that very cell held Snow White in her dusty white dress, slightly knotted hair and shoes that used to be as white as snow now a cover in a light brown.

Her body was laying peacefully or so it seemed, deeply unconscious from eating the very apple set up for her that very night.

Hovering over her body from the other end of the cell held a man dressed in black, smirking as he said, “No wonder why they say your one of the fairest of the land..makes sense my brother likes you. Your disobedient little pest like him, yet again he could never get a woman long enough to stay for him. The real question let’s see if he can get here in time before that poison reaches the rest of your body and never wake up.”

Alexander got a fierce tip from his soldiers and other royals that his brother has been wondering around the woods like a hopeless dog running away like a coward trying to protect himself from him. In response, he made sure to keep an eye on that particular spot of his brother’s heart. He knew death was too easy of an excuse for him, but then he wondered, what’s worse than death? Suffering that feeling of loss and the pain that comes with it!

And then little Snow White walked into his heart. His smirk only grew, if Nicholas truly wanted and loved this woman he will have to prove it himself. He may hate his brothers guts, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to see him put up a fight and see if there is still something there.

If he’s really willing to go the distance for something as stupid as love..

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As Charming prepared for battle that morning come, his mind raced with millions thoughts of a millisecond ranging from blaming himself for losing her to the fire that boil at that mere thought of her suffering by King Midas men.

His sword in hand burned at how tight his grip was held, placing it into it’s rightful spot by his side. He sniffled glaring remembering the arguments held with Michelle and Hook at how he should go in with back up. He didn’t want to put any more people in danger than he already had, he couldn’t live with himself if Cole or Queen Caroline lost their loved ones because of him.

However he did proclaim if he needed an additional crew member, they would know. His turned around and swiftly left his small home within the woods, riding his horse racing towards the castle sneaking past the guards and stabbing a few knights to do so. A part of him felt like it was too easy this time, his chest tighten racing towards the cells to find Snow.

He only found pieces of fabric from her wedding dress within the cell as he gasp, feeling his heart sadness then release allowing him to breath. He sighed releasing she wasn’t here but her dresses fabric felt thicken than the material he grabbed earlier, a laced coat dust particles that belonged to the a certain type of magic.

His brother’s magic.

He groaned, realizing he had something to do with this. He looked over his shoulder to see incoming guards, swiftly masking a turn escaping Midas castle and returning to the woods gripping onto the frabic of the dress halting for his horse, Maximus, to stop and rest. He climbed down for the horse and kneeled wiping his finger across the fabric of the dress as the black particles rises onto his fingers and into the air.

Charming wasn’t one to use his own magic anymore as he used to, crafting a shadow sword as a replacement as the blade can cut, disappear and reappear to his wish.

But for the circumstances of this mission, he must, with a twist of his wrist a cloud of black appeared from the magic remains of his brother revealing an image to him being a glimpse of his women on the ground of the very dungeon he was trapped in all those years ago as his brother smirked over her.

But the thing was, he knew his brother would not keep her there for long and move Snow somewhere else out of his reach and into the forest. He was smart enough to figure out that his sword to led him to harm his brother as a reward for his crimes, knowing he will find Snow but his brother would want something in return.

“Hello!”

He didn’t flinch once, knowing that voice just as well, turning around he grimaced pinching the bridge of his nose to face Cole. Last he saw of him was on Jeremy’s ship, as Hook gave him the wonderful blue crested ring as promise for their love. Cole stood on a log with a leg crossed over the other with a grinned dress in black as always, but this time with a dark brown coat and the one of many rings on his finger waving.

“What is it that you want?” He asked, titled his head with a old look, couldn’t help but return the grin and rolled his eyes, “I’m kinda busy here.”

Cole grinned and nodded, deciding whether or not to hop off the log as he said, “Oh I know. Busy, busy, busy man! And you don’t have much time to waste.”

“And I am guessing you’re here to help me.”

“Well, you are friends with my favorite Captain and you did help him get my gorgeous new jew, so I believe it’s only fair.”

“What’s your price?”

“Sneak into your brother’s vault and get me a lovely old item that he stole from me.”

“What item?”

“A crested item, a crystal ball that I want to shape into a saber for my collection. The saber allows me to look beyond realms and within this land using blood magic to track it.”

“Who are you tracking?’ “My brother, he left Wonderland not to long along in search of a witchy dragon to slay and he has been blocked out his net for me to find him. God knows my brother isn’t the brightest in the land and as promised, I need to make sure he’s not dead.”

Nicholas nodded knowing Cole isn’t one for plenty of details depending on the person and knows he has beef with his brother beyond his knowledge so he won’t ever question why or what happened between them. But he did question one thing.

“Why are you helping me? Aside from the Hook part.” Charming asked, lifting his sword into place.

Cole just grinned, “Because! You and I both want the same thing, for good things to happen. True love and blah blah blah to win.”

“Hmm.”

“And your princess has grown on me.”

“Snow is..?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Do you want my help or not?”

“I do.”

Within a matter of moments, Charming was given a old tiny hyper crystal that would glow a sharp red when he’s within range of the ball. Cole gave him a light start, pausing the clock then restarting it once Charming reached his old castle.

A shiver went up his spine at returning to the very place he lost his partner and his family turned upside down, there were vines growing up and around the collapsible groups, the carousel he used to play in was damaged to stone and as he entered across the back of the palace where he once used to sneak out of to explore the woods on the backs of horses, the colors that used to bleed with one another..we were sucked out of any brightest light left. The walls used to be a golden brown, turned seemed to be a dull brownish grey, the flowers that belonged to his mother went from daisies to fallen roses.

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As he went down the steps to the vaults, slaying away guards within the shadows muffling his shouts with a blade to their necks and others knocking out the knights who tried to capture him. However, two came his way dressed in black masks and leather from head to toe, just as he thought they were gonna murder him one twist their sword and the one follow behind him as the other knock a knight out cold.

He knew this place a little too well, so he knew she wasn’t in the dungeons or any an cell within the castle, she must’ve been moved by now. His brother wasn’t gonna make it that easy for him, just yet. It was all a test of some kind.

Charming lifting his sword ready to knock both of skrulls together when the two knights flipped the face guards to reveal his two friends. Jeremy and Michelle smirked having figured it was only fair to help out with the knights meanwhile Charming collected the item for Cole, Nicholas was about to remark them for being so foolish for coming here but he just winked instead thankful for his friends. He rushed off and into the vault, pulling out the tiny crystal waiting waving it around as he searched for the ball in question.

His footsteps creaked as his flinched around swiftly turning his sword instead the person behind him, the blade fell above his older brother’s cheekbone giving him a mere cut. Alexander hissed then scoffed as he rolled his eyes with his hands behind his back, a part of him was impressed at his quick moves but still pathetic as always as he moved away from the blade.

“Cute.” Alexander remarked in a monotone, using two fingers to pushed the sword downstairs, “Yet, never as good as good me. And I thought with the months—ah no, years away you’ll get better. Guess me not.”

“Pardon me for not perfecting my craft, I was too busy trying to get away from you.” Charming muttered with a glare.

“And yet, you come back rushing to the place where it all began?”

“You took something from me.”

Alexander scoffed and playfully gagged walking around, “And did I take from you this time? You’re pride? You’re little toy? Father’s favorite pendent? I wouldn’t have done if it were to listen to good little brat you were and not disrupt me every day.”

“I was young, I didn’t know any better. I grew to understand you never liked me because in your eyes I was always our parents favorite meanwhile you weren’t. If you nicer, it couldn’t been different!” Charming added, as his flickering to the tiny crystal in hand.

“It wasn’t! You were born and took away everything from me. And every time I tried to have you behave, you would act to embarrass me.”

“No wonder why you’re heart is so dark..now like I was saying, I want my things back.”

Nicholas has grown to understand that his older brother was just selfish, mean and cruel only caring about himself in hope to lighten the mere sight of his true feelings. He knew his brother was alone and always will be, as a child he tried to befriend him plenty of times, show him a picture of kindness but he always in response got the cold shoulder.

He stopped trying to save him at this point, the only person who can make that change was himself, not him. They had to make the decision to do that themselves and overturn that choice.

Alexander noticed he was in his vault searching for something wasn’t labeled his and used a shadow to pushed Charming to to his face as he snarled with a smirk. His younger brother will never learn, to disobey, you get hurt in the process. He knew he was here for his preisous little princess, thanks to King Shaw’s tip before his exile, but he was here for cruel stolen item. Not his item but someone else’s he assumed.

Charming and Alexander were in a position to fight within the vault, as darkness filled the room to the Dark Prince’s command.

Charming closed his eyes wilding his sword, it guided him opposing member turning around to feel Alexander behind him popping and out of the shadows summing a sword at his will to fight his brother. The two of them were at it, not like princes, but training knights ready for battle.

Alexander even used one hand to his blade of swords growing bigger with the commsuing darkness above them, mocking his younger brother and yelled, “Tell me when your tired of missing, brother.”

Charming glared and growling twirling his sword summing his shadows at combat, hoping off treasure chests within the vault yelling, “I only have to hit you once.”

The fight went on for a while, neck and neck, things flying across the room, remarks being thrown to one another and be siblings were even tossed across the floor. In the mist of the fight that led them into a hallway, Charming noticed the tiny crystal bringing a low glow as he smirked. It wasn’t in the vault but in another room. With his confidence returning, just as Alexander was about to tower over him and tossing him out a window, he disappeared within a shadow and used another one to kicked him into a separate place within the castle. The Dark Prince was thrown away into the depth of his castle the dungeons knocked out cold.

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Nicholas run down the hall into the room thinking he found to find said room, following the crystal as it grew in color only for his grin to drop. “Oh come on!” He muttered, due to the moment he enter the room he was found within the chambers was the crystal ball, yes, but what he didn’t expect who guarding it.

Once this is all resolved he is gonna need a strong drink…

“My brother doesn’t need a beast to guard his items, when he already is one himself..” Nicholas said to himself, readying his sword, “At least it’s not the trolls again.”

But to his surprise, just as he moved forward to silently attack the dragon, it didn’t appear as fearful but more like calm. Tired even. It whimper, opening their eyes to showcase purple orbs with pools of tears within. It let out a soft growl that grew as he carried himself over to the said beast. Their leg was chained up to a wall that made them look smaller.

The dragon snarls and whimpered some more, showcasing themselves to be larger than life but they—she wasn’t. His eyes widen, seeing she was missing her—Nicholas has slayed dragons before in one go but this was different, she didn’t want to fight him.

He wasn’t gonna fight another if they weren’t going to themselves, he was in the very castle his parents build him in. If his mother was here, she would be hurt to see him do such as thing. Nor did he think himself as a killer either. He never was a murder.

He rushed over using his blade to cut though the chain releasing the dragon as she transformed from dragon into human. Her horns were still there but they were surrounded by long blonde curls, her dragon like scales were now a dark purple long dress, she held a cape close to her body and her paws were a black almost a deep purple slippers.

“Are you alright, miss?” He asked, helping her stand with one hand and the other still grip his shadow sword.

She hesitated but took his hand as she nodded, “I-I think so..”

“What did my brother did to you?”

“It’s a long story..I’m sorry, did you say brother?”

“Heh, yeah, long story..I apologize for almost hurting you.”

“It’s alright..I’m okay, just uh why didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t. You were a prisoner here, not a helper of his. I’m Prince Nicholas..”

“Liane..t-thank you. You can uh, take your thing..”

Nicholas took the item on the table and stuffed it into his satchel, looking over his shoulder he noticed that he couldn’t escape the same way he came. He glanced over at the stain glass windows of the very room as chaotic yet delicate smirk appeared on his lips.

Liane asked, “Uh, what exactly are you g-?”

But she didn’t get a second to finished her sentence, as she grip tightly around his neck as he held onto her waist telling her to brace for impacted. All from Liane could be heard was a sequence of ‘Oh my god!’ repeated over and over again, as Nicholas launched them from the ground flooring through the glass window shatter around them as the two right into landed in the ocean waves surrounding the castle.

The two clawed onto the shore near the woods, Nicholas helped Liane up asking if she’s doing alright as she yelled if he was crazy or just plain dumb. The prince just shrugged and snorted a smile.

“W-we could have died!” Liane whisper yelled, sighing at how soaking wet her dress was.

“But we’re safe and sound from him!” Nicholas replied with smile still on his face.

“We jumped into the water we could hav..”

“We survived that’s what matters.”

“Huh? Wait, no your right. You didn’t plan that, did you?”

“Nope. Call it pure luck and last time I checked my brother won’t after us a while.”

Liane broke into a small smile and thanked him once again for helping her back there saying she can now return home safely, hoping he found her princess. Nicholas smiled telling her to keep hope alive and her prince might have to save her soon enough. The two paired aways afterward.

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He arrived still soaking wet to the place where Cole requested to met him. At docks near the huge pirate ships, and as always he found him curled up against a few barrels on the ground comfortably with his man. Nicholas couldn’t help but smile at the two, the way his friend returned from the castle before him with grinned at his dinner.

Jeremy was grinning and laughing trying to hush Cole who was playing with his short blonde hair telling a joke stealing a piece of chicken from his plate.

“Who made this?” Cole said chew the chicken with a snarky smirk.

“Mr. Smee did it.” He replied taking a bite of the bread being presented on the plate.

“Tell the chief he desires a raise!”

“Don’t push my crew, babe. They hear that and they would all want one.”

“Ah pishy caca, love.”

“No he’s right.” Said a voice.

Both men looked up to find Nicholas soaking wet holding up the promised crystal ball but no princess, yet. Jeremy snorted seeing his friend’s face as Cole bit back some laughter of his own, eating some more chicken for himself.

He stole a kiss from his man before standing up taking the crystal ball from Nicholas’s hand nodding with appreciation for the task being complete. Jeremy kept snorting explains that Michelle returned home safe and sound as Nicholas sent him a playful glare.

“I’m guessing your lady is miles away from the castle too? I didn’t see her in there.” Jeremy exclaimed after coming down from his effective snorting.

“Nope. He is hiding her somewhere else and I won’t rest until I find her.”

“Aw my boys in love!”

“Shut up. It’s a test to see how hard am I willing to work for this.”

“I say you worked hard enough. Babe, help him!”

Cole sassed him with a smirked, “I’m getting to it! But i need that.”

Nicholas heart pinged again as over his chest lay his gifted chain and asked, “My chain from Snow?”

“Mhmm that lovely little gift from her mother, that now belongs to you will guide you to her.”

“A location spell? Smart.”

“I know I’m genius.”

Jeremy slapped his arm playfully and chuckled watching Nicholas pass the chain over to him. He asked why his heart felt like it was bruised during the beginning of this mission, Cole was doing the locator spell on the chain as he explained how the heart feels like it’s lost when a loved ones is gone.

Cole knew that well after his father Erik and stepfather Charles broken up years ago when he was a child before getting back together, it felt like their bodies were sometimes in pain because they were apart for so long.

True Love, as he called it. A connection between two people whether they believed it or not, as opposite a pairing may seem, if they are somehow meant to be, fate has its ways to pulling them together.

Once Cole was done, he smiled saying depending on the next favor was, Nicholas might own him by collecting whatever another item was. He rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly telling Jeremy to keep his man under control as the pirate captain just winked in return.

Before Nicholas could go, Cole yelled, “Ah! Wait a minute stupid. You’re gonna find your girl dressed like you went swimming with the fishes?”

With a flick of his wrist Nicholas was dried up with his hair freshly swept back, a white collared shirt with a long elegant leather coat, dark brown pants and boots that fit him perfectly. For added measure, Cole added a nicely tailored hat that seemly fitting his more pirate side. It made him look rather dashing and distinguished from the other men in the crowd.

“Much better.” Cole added as he looked over at his shoulder to see the sun almost laying down to rest and huffed, “Go before your time runs out!”

He thanked both of them before swinging onto his horse riding Maximus across the docks into the woods allowing the chain with the small hoop to guide him through the forest. He could see the sun going down as he approached Max to hurry in which the horse speed riding like the wind.

“Woah boy! What did I feed you today?!” He muttered jokingly.

Max followed his direction going past the trees in vintage and entryway into the lower ends of the valley sliding into the ground path of the woods. His hat almost flew off completely a couple of times messing around his hair a bit. The chain kept glowing brighter and brighter than ever before as they moved through the forest reaching the edge of the plantation then began to slow down as they landed int the exact spot she was placed in.

Nicholas hoped off his horse, patting his head with a soft smile pacing himself over to find a bed in the middle of the woods surrounded by dwarfs. He heard stories around him being great hard working men, he looked over to see it was Snow asleep. Her skin looked paler, her were a blushing pink instead of their usual light red color and her body looked cold despite being dressed in long sleeves.

One of the Dwarfs, Grumpy gave him a once over and raised an eyebrow before noticing that he held a chain similar to the jewelry Snow was wearing.

He gave him a small smile and said, “You better do something or sister is gone forever. At least say goodbye.”

Nicholas smiled softly and walked across placing his hand over Snow’s very own as he leaned over to capture her lips against his. He muttered a small glimpse of hope that she’ll wake up as his heart started to settle into a nice flow. As he did, a small wave that would’ve felt like blast pushed through them and across the landscape of the woods. He pulled away to be met with the sound of gasping coming from the woman he loved dearly.

She opened her eyes as color started to return to her cheeks and looked over to see who woke her up, her lips slowly growing into a smile. Her voice was a little horse as she said, “Y-you found me..”

He smiled softly in return blinked as tears slowly appeared thanking the heavens it worked as he nodded placed a hand on his across her face. He replied, “Did you ever doubt I would?”

“The sleep gave me a pause..truly, I was afraid you wouldn’t come..”

“I came, it took me a while but I made it. I will always find you.”

She smiled chuckling, as he helped her stand up from the bed thanking the Dwarfs for watching over her. Grumpy just winked saying that him and his brother are here to help the good guys just say the word as the prince chuckled in return respecting them.

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Snow and Charming walked alongside each other letting Max relax from carrying the weight of things all day, especially after his thick run across the land. Nicholas finally took a breath getting his girl back and foremost by the end of day, wrapping an arm around her shoulder rested his head on top of hers. Snow hummed at his touch as she wrapped both around his middle playing with the layer hair at the back of neck that flipped up, instead of flipping downward.

“Hey no touchy!” He joked nuzzling his head against hers.

“You ruined your hair earlier.” She hummed in response giggling.

“Uh excuse you? I’ll have you know i was racing against time, m’lady! You try running across the woods and trying to look perfect while doing it. It ain’t easy, I’ll tell you that much!”

“Okay, okay you win! Whatever you say, princey. I do have two questions for you.”

“Which are?”

“How did you get here so fast?”

“I had help from Cole. I went on a few trials to get him an item but then he came through with a location spell.”

“Location spell?”

He nodded pulling out the chain that relaxed its glow having done its job eariler, as he explained it led him right to her. She giggled seeing how her mother’s jewelry saved them after all.

Nicholas joked as he moved away for a moment, “You know I’ll have to meet your mother after this to thank her.”

“Thank her? For that little thing?” She asked with a teasing tone.

“Yes ma’am. You’re mama will be having a son in law real soon.”

“She’ll have a field day, never wanting us to leave hearing—wait, did you say son in law?”

She didn’t have a moment to finish her sentence as he grinned widely enough removing the hoop off the chain. She was about to joke about something than decide to let him figure it out himself.

He tried to kneeled down properly but the pants Cole gave him were a little too tight, for his liking and he usually doesn’t mind tight fitted leather as he decided to stand instead.

The noise and incoming jokes he made resulted in Snow to laugh looking away snorting as he told her to be quiet he was trying to be romantic here.

“Shut up, you’re ruining my moment!” He remarked breaking into laughter himself biting his bottom lip.

“Your moment?” She exclaimed softly giggling trying to stop herself from falling into more laughter.

“You done?”

“Mhm hmm.”

“Good. As i was trying to say, Amara Snow, will you marry me?”

She made a face as if she’s thinking about her answer and playfully said, “Hmm i don’t know.”

His face playfully dropped giving her a look that said ‘seriously women?’ As he smirked and added, “May I also remind you that I jumped into a freezing cold ocean today? I think my butt cheeks were chattering on my way to the docks.”

“You jumped into the ocean?”

“Yes ma’am, but it was for a stupidly good reason.”

“In that case, yes.”

“A ‘yes’ as in you’ll marry me or ‘yes’ as in you will give me well deserved massage after risking ass today?”

“Yes to both!”

“Good answer.”

“Shut up.”

She rolled her eyes chuckling realizing she got work to do tonight after his glorious save as he ran the hoop nicely onto her finger then bringing a couple of kiss onto her face. She pressed a few of kisses wanting to hear all about his day and where they were heading next.

But before Snow can say another word, he lift her into his arms as she wrapped her arms sound his neck as Nicholas requested he take them to their home within the forest where he would tell her everything that happened. He leaned forward to press another small yet warm kiss onto her face as she closed the space between them with a smile asking for him to lead the way.

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The two made their way to the small house within their own hundred acres woods, finally after all the hassle back in each other’s arm once and for good. Nicholas released Max to go to stretch his legs and rest before dinner, as he followed Snow up the steps to find a note stuck on the door.

She plucked it gently off the door and opened it to read an invitation for Princess Michelle’s ball in 3 weeks, due time to prepare for the festival of riches, everyone in the land was to be invited.

Nicholas smirked, “Three nights, free drinks and food to die for.”

“I guess we’re going to a ball.” She replied returning the smirk.

The two chuckled and entered their home, locking the door behind them as they lit the fireplace to flop onto the couch in glee. Nicholas sat on the couch as dinner was being cooked on the stove as Snow sat behind him to rub whatever knots that landed in between his shoulders blades. To say he was satisfied was an understatement.

He hummed and softly grinned, “If this is the treatment I get, I should risk my ass more often.”

“Shut up, charming.” She replied jokingly holing back her giggled.

He looked over his shoulder for a split second and smirked saying, “Hush, you’ll ruin the moment.”

“I can’t with you sometimes.” She added rolled her eyes returning the same smirk.

The future spouses stayed cuddling in the comfort of the living room til dawn, for as long as they were together all was fine in the world.

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And that’s it! Tell me what did you think about it in the comments below. Any thoughts you had? Any ideas for future fics?

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colorfullfalls · 1 year

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Wrong bitch

Fic where Y/N is confronted by a witch in forks area to pass along a warning to the pack but Embry gets over protective about it. (Part 1)

Fires with the pack were always your favorite. Everyone sitting around bullshitting while Billy Black told stories of the wonderful creation of the pack. Imprints sat snugly against their wolves against the large logs that the boys had carried in from the dense woods. Lightning bugs circled the group and little claire, who was now seven years old, looked at them in wonder, trying to catch them when they flew near her.

Life was good. Things were good with the pack and between the Cullens. The Cullens had actually planned on moving away soon and leaving Renessme in La Push with Jacob. She was at an age where she was considered “adult” and it was her choice, much to Edward’s disapproval.

For some reason more and more wolves were shifting still, hence the newest three members sitting around the fire too. Leo, Macie, and Ricky. Macie amazed the pack again with being another female shifter, making Leah feel less alone.

Y/N cuddled into her fiancé Embry as Billy finished the last tale, everyone quiet with wonder and magic filling they minds. Her body was comfortably warm from being held against her lover, feeling content as always when he was near.

“It’s about time to head home, love. You have work in the morning.” Embry softly spoke into her ear, kissing her cheek after his last word. She sleepily nodded in agreement and together they moved as one to stand up and collect their things, mumbling goodbyes before wandering off towards Embry’s truck.

On the way home their hands were connected the whole time. Embry loved Y/N with his entire being and it had been like that his whole life. They grew up neighbors and his whole life was impacted by her very presence. A part of him always knew that she was the girl for him. He loved her and he felt very protective of her ever since he could remember. He wondered if that was a pre imprint feeling or natural that regular boys would feel over a crush. Except Y/N always felt more and mattered more than a normal crush.

He blushed as he remembered the first time she kissed him in eighth grade when he was bummed that Jake got his first kiss before him. Y/N shut him up within seconds by pressing her soft lips against his. From then he knew he was in love with her.

“Do you think that Macie will ever find an imprint? Or do you think the girls are like forever doomed?” Y/N asked, rubbing her thumb across the back of Embry’s hand.

He was sort of stumped by that question, “Uh.. I honestly don’t know. I mean maybe they just haven't found their person yet. They still have time.”

“I can't imagine not knowing you my whole life, Em.” She sleepily said, “You have always been my person. Why do you think I was so quick to kiss you in eighth grade?”

Embry laughed, “that was like the best day of my life.”

“As it should have been.”

They pulled into the driveway and Embry turned off the truck. He felt a soft hand grab his chin, Y/N turning his head towards her. She leaned in and kissed his lips three quick times, “I. Love. You.”

Embry felt so in love that he could melt, every cell in his body felt comfortably warm and he was almost giddy with glee as he glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him. His woman.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” Embry said, pulling her in for a longer kiss.

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Waking up the next morning, Y/N felt good. She may or may not have had the best sex of her life the night before and it made her blush thinking about the hickies that covered her chest and thighs. It would put her in a good mood for the rest of the day. Or so she thought.

She was driving down the road when all the sudden her car began to slow down until it came to a halt. Fear wiggled its way into her chest. How the hell did her car do that? She had gas and none of the lights were on the dash. Jake and Embry has just worked on her car and she would feel guilty if they had to fix it yet again. She sighed before getting out her phone to text Embry that he car just literally shit the bed on her.

A knock on the window made her scream. At the other side of the glass stood a tall woman who looked pissed. She motioned for Y/N to roll down the window but Y/N just shook her head no. The woman impatiently signaled for her to roll the window down again.

“I’m good with the window being up!” Y/N yelled.

The woman rolled her eyes, “I need to talk to you.” With those words the window rolled down magically without the car even being on.

Y/N began to panic knowing that this woman just magically caused the window to go down without electricity making it go down. This woman was a magic user and that mean she was most likely bad news. Had she targeted Y/N?

“I have a message I need you to deliver.” The woman said, crossing her arms and leaning forward to be eye level with the poor girl in the car.

“Too bad that I am not a mail man..” Y/N awkwardly said trying to avoid eye contact. She knew that Embry would arrive soon but she just hoped it would be any second now.

“Your humor is not charming to me, wolf girl. Tell the pack to stay out of Forks or else there will be a war. I am nicely warning you, my coven wants to kill first and negotiate second. So pass this message along.”

Y/N squinted her eyes in confusion, “Hold on a second.. you said coven? Like as in Witches?”

“Yes”

Y/N shook her head, “The pack doesn't even know you exist so why start a war?”

The witch glared at her for a moment before laughing, “Your little wolf keeps secrets from you. We have been interacting these past couple months and our patience is wearing thin. They have ruined multiple of our sacrifices this past month and they are putting us in jeopardy. This is why you will pass the message along.”

“Sacrifices? Human sacrifices?”

The witch rolled her eyes, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s there to understand? You’re killing people, of course the pack is going to fight that. They protect the people of their lands.”

Anger was swelling in Y/N for two different reasons. One was that human sacrifices are happening and two is that Embry kept this all from her. Why wouldn’t he tell her that there was another threat that wasn’t vampires? Since when did he dare keep secrets from her like this? She was embarrassed that she was caught so off guard and was put in danger.

“They’re not very good at protecting people if I was able to get alone time with an imprint this easily.” The Witch noted, backing away, “Remember- this is their last warning. And if I were you I’d leave if they don’t feel like listening.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt innocent people.”

And with that the witch walked off and the car started back on again. Y/N watched in wonder as she watched the beautiful woman walk away with confidence.

Since when were witches real too? Like witches with magic and strong enough power to stop a car going fifty miles per hour.

Y/N texted Embry.

My car started back up. Since when do you keep secrets from me? Just met a witch. Not the best way to start off my morning.

Within seconds her phone was ringing. Embry.

“Come home right now.” His voice was panicked and impatient, “we are having an emergency pack meeting and I need you here safe with me right now.”

He was freaking the fuck out and she could tell. A part of her felt smug that he was freaking out because he deserved it for keeping this secret from her. But she knew better than to test him when he was worried for her danger.

“I have wor-“

“Come home.” His voice was leaving no room for arguing. None at all.

“Okay.”

You noticed three wolves on the way home during the drive. Paul, Jake, and Quil. You knew that Embry immediately send them to your location once he got your text. You made eye contact with Jake and nodded at him showing that you were okay. They were clearly all worried.

Embry was standing on the porch with his arms crossed, muscles looking strong and hot as always. She didn’t want to admit that he was cute, she was slightly annoyed with him.

His long legs carried him to the door and he ripped open the door and had her in his arms within seconds of the car being stopped. His nose tucked into her neck, trying to get her scent to calm himself down. He growled when he smelled the witch.

“You okay?” He pulled away and checked her whole body.

“Yes. She didn’t touch me. Just sent me with a warning-“ Embry growled again, “that you guys need to stay out of their way.”

“She made a big mistake going to you.” Jake said, walking up while slipping his black t-shirt on, “she basically declared war by messing with an imprint. They know our laws, they were just dumb enough to break them.”

“I’m confused here, since when are there witches in Forks?”

“For sixth months now.” Jake replied as if a secret wasn’t kept from her.

Y/N scoffed, “Great. And why wasn’t I told this? I don’t like things being kept from me. I was totally thrown off guard here today.”

She was mad. And slightly hurt. Embry didn’t keep stuff from her. He wasn’t supposed to. Even before the imprint they were best friends and always were truthful with each other. So now why was something so important kept in the dark?

“We didn’t want the imprints to know because the witches are even more dangerous than leeches. They have a wide range of powers and their spells can affect you from a long range. The packs decided to handle this issue quietly,” Embry explained. He brushed the hair out of Y/N’s face, “We never thought they would know about you guys if we kept you safe.”

Y/N sighed. It was difficult to stay angry when his pleading eyes were winning her over like that. Embry pulled her in for another hug trying to keep himself calm.

“I’ll call Sam. He’ll want to know.” Jake reported, pulling out his phone.

Quil ran up, “guys, I just talked to Sam. There’s a pack meeting in an hour at his and Emily’s to discuss this matter. The tribal leaders will be attending too.”

Embry pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, “Why the hell are we the ones who always have to deal with this shit?”

“We were born into it man.” Quil quipped, “don’t really have a choice.”

“I’m gonna run patrol for a while. This all has my blood boiling and I need to calm down. Embry, Quill, if I notice anything I’ll howl.” Jake said, stalking off to the woods.

Jake seemed more pissed off than Embry did suddenly. Which was odd because Embry was feeling over protective. Y/N watched him as he phased into a wolf, clothes shredding and falling slowly to the damp ground.

“Why is Jake peeved?” She asked Embry later as they got ready for the meeting together.

He frowned for a moment as if to think how to begin, “All of this happened because of Nessie. The witches got word that a being like her existed and it made them interested in Forks. Apparently it’s said that magic is strong here… because of us. They want to find out the source of magic and take it for themselves. Legend has it that the first witch of their coven was born here. They’re determined to figure out what made her so powerful.”

Y/N felt overwhelmed by all the sudden information. Witches were real and she knew that, but for Forks to be where this coven’s leader came from seemed like a lot. Obviously this land had beautiful magic deep within it because of the mere existence of the wolves. But for witches to be tied into the land too spoke wonders for how strong the magic here really was.

“So they are doing research basically.” Y/N deadpanned.

Embry was tying his boots when she said this and it made him stop and look at her, “Do you think we started this?”

She shook her head no, “What? No! Of course not, but the way you explained it made them seem like they were doing a bit of self discovery here.”

He rolled his eyes, “If self discovery means sacrifices than sure babe.”

“Em.”

“Look, they’re dangerous Y/N. They have powers that we don’t yet understand. Vampires- we know how they work, what they do and why they do it. These witches are a whole new ball park for us so it’s a bit scary. I was already a little overwhelmed by this and then they target you.”

“She didn’t hurt me. Just stopped my car.” Y/N mumbled.

Embry finished tying his boots and walked over to her, sliding one arm around her waist and one hand cupping her cheek to make her look into his brown eyes, “If anything ever happened to you, it would kill me.”

She sighed, “I know.”

“So I’m gonna freak out over this and be pissed off. I’m allowed to. When it comes to you, shit matters. I will not let them ever get near you again.”

“I’m confused as to why they picked me. If Nessie is what had drawn them in this area, wouldn’t they go after her?”

Embry leaned down and kissed her forehead, “I don’t know the answer to that fully. I’m guessing that they are a little scared of her because she has the wolves and a clan of vampires to protect her.”

“So I’m nothing compared to that, that’s why they targeted me.. a human.”

Embry growled, “They were dumb to do that in the first place.”

“Promise me no more secrets. When I said yes,” she held up her hand with the engagement ring, “it meant that we are a sealed team now. I am your partner and I deserve to know what’s going on in the packs. I’m going to be a wolf wife here.”

Embry grinned, “Wolf wife. I like the sound of that.”

She blushed but pushed him away with her hands even though he pulled her right back in, “I’m serious here. No more secrets about this kind of stuff.”

His brown eyes softened as he leaned down to give her a kiss, “I whole heartedly promise, my love. No more secrets.”

She hummed in content as they hugged and swayed side to side, “We have to leave you know.”

“Let me enjoy this moment with you please.”

Pulling up to the Black’s residence in Embry’s truck, Y/N saw that truly everyone was there. Charlie and Sue, Edward and Bella even. Which was no surprise really considering that Reneesme was involved. She was their miracle baby and anything that involved her involved the whole family.

Y/N didn’t mind the woman, she just thought that she was over protected for her mental age. Bella and Edward babied her and Jake was always breathing down her neck, worried about threats coming her way. Special, special special. They all called her special.

Special enough to have witches swarm the area, Y/N thought as she got a glimpse of the woman through the window. Nessie was talking to her parents with Jacob standing close behind her.

Y/N didn’t know who was worse, Sam with Emily or Jacob with Nessie. All of the wolves were protective of their imprints, but those two were the worst. She figured it was the alpha in them, protecting their beloved Luna or whatever.

Embry had his fair share of protectiveness, but she had never seen him act like he did today about the witch. She understood his worry, but she wasn’t used to him needing to touch her so much. She kind of liked the attention in a selfish and mean kind of way. It made her feel slightly guilty that Embry was so upset about what happened earlier.

“Everyone’s here. Damn.” She mumbled.

“I told you this was serious, baby. This situation is a lot larger than we had realized. Especially since what happened with you today.” Em said, grabbing her hand.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous to be the center of attention right now?” She asked, pointedly looking at him.

“You and Nessie both are. She’s the reason they’re here and you’re the one they came to. It’ll be okay. I’m here with you. Always.” He sweetly said, kissing her hand, “Now let’s get this over with.”

#Embry call imagine #Embry call x reader #twilight imagine

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danpuff-ao3 · 11 months

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Another May, another Snarry-a-Thon: the best time of year! (Also happens to be my birthday month, which makes it all the more special!) The Snarry community is so full of creative, generous, and supportive folks which always makes for a great event! Plus...more Snarry in the world! :D

This fest has been so meaningful to me over the years, and in celebration of another fest wrapped up, I've compiled a list of some of my favorites! This year had lots of goodies, so make sure to check out the rest of the collection, too!: Snarry-a-Thon 2023 (and the Master List on DW!)

Info: The Want of You, by Ephemeral (@fleetingdesires) Rated: E. Words: 7,337. 8th year. Student/teacher. Clubbing.

Summary:

On his night off, Severus unexpectedly realises that Harry has grown into quite an attractive man. He's just not going to think too hard about it. No, he's not going to think about him at all. It's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine.

Read for: a fun & sexy time.

Quote:

"Merlin, Snape, why was that so hot?" "Because you like breaking rules, and I broke them for the want of you."

Info: My Soul to Keep, by catharticEscapism (@catharticescapism.) Rated: E. Words: 4,027. Fat Harry. Internalized fat phobia. Fat acceptance. Body image & self-esteem. Past child abuse. Bottom!Snape. Fluff & smut.

Summary:

Harry is self-conscious about his weight gain after the war, and Severus reassures him that he’s loved just the way he is.

Read for: heartwarming & wholesome lovemaking.

Quote:

“I have great regard for your body. There is little I enjoy as much as having the opportunity to lay my hands on you.”

Info: Luck of the Draw, by Writcraft (@writcraft.) Rated: E. Words: 11,857. Getting together. Gay bar. Drag queens. Hiking. Minor injuries. Paddington the dog.

Summary:

Severus is enjoying the quiet life when his participation in a Ministry raffle forces him to go on a date with Harry Potter. During a weekend filled with drag queens, hiking, a twisted ankle and a dog named Paddington, Severus begins to wonder if the quiet life is really all it’s cracked up to be.

Read for: humor & fluff

Quote:

Severus has always loved deeply, jealously, greedily. Even if it is utter madness to think of love and Potter in the same breath, now the fire has started Severus knows it is futile to attempt to resist the kind of yearning he believed long since buried.

Info: Nocturne, by NecromanticNoir (@necromanticnoir.) Rated: E. Words: 54,090. Creature fic. Mystery & romance. Fairytale & horror. Angst & feels. Mutual pining. Dark magic.

Summary:

A Gothic Snarry version of ‘Beauty and the Beast’, inspired by the dark and sensual tale from the Czech film version, ‘Panna a Netvor’. I follow some of the plot, but then diverge and do my own thing. Got to make it even weirder, right? An eerie, erotic, brooding, bloody, batty, haunting fairytale.

Read for: erotic fairytales & dark romance.

Quote:

Severus knows he should not watch in secret - but there, through the window - oh, merciful heavens… The young man is bathing, in the large hammered-copper tub, his skin pale as moonbeams. All around the tub, candles burn; a hundred tiny flickering flames. Severus draws closer to the window, mesmerised. The bath water is white, sprinkled with flower petals and herbs of some kind, perhaps rosemary… The water seems to sparkle; the boy bathes in liquid moonshine. Severus draws nearer still, and he beholds creamy skin - a pale shoulder, like marble. He is watching a rare creature; a unicorn, bathing in pure enchantment…

Info: old fires and phantom limbs, by LilaDiurne (@liladiurne.) Rated: E. Words: 14,514. 2nd person POV + present tense. Severus POV. Minor Harry/OMC. Exes to lovers. Heartache. Angst with a happy ending.

Summary:

A long moment passes. And then he steps out of the shadows of the surrounding shops and into the bright sunlight, walking up to you. "You came back," you say bluntly, unable to look away. "Yeah." He shuffles his feet a bit, slips his hands in his pockets in such a familiar way that a pang of deep fondness strikes through your chest. "Last week," he adds. It seems impossible that he would have been back in the country for days and you wouldn't have sensed it somehow. How could his presence not send shockwaves all the way to Spinner's End? How could you not know, in your heart of hearts, the instant that he returned?

Read for: poetic prose & immense emotion.

Quote:

The passers-by come and go around you, shuffling about on the street this way and that, oblivious to your predicament, your dilemma. They did not feel the earthquake, they did not see your life crumbling. They do not know that your polished countenance is truly in shambles, held together with worn pieces of twine.

Info: Loose Ends, by Arrisha (@arrisha-ao3.) Rated: E. Words: 9,856. Heavy angst. Trauma. Mystery. Romance.

Summary:

I love you, Severus wants to say. But the timing is never right.

Read for: emotional devastation and/or you need to cry and the tears need help.

Quote:

He never doubted that the boy loved him. But something deeper, darker, lurked underneath. Harry was broken. The war had broken him, and Severus was all he had.

~~ BONUS: Shameless Shelf Rec ~~

Info: Devotion, by danpuff. Rated: E. Words: 25,843. Postwar. Background Hinny. Minor Severus/others. Cheating. Mental health issues. Angst. Unhealthy relationship. Ambiguous/open ending.

Summary:

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much?

Read for: all of my Snarry feels.

Quote:

The light of him transforms Spinner’s End. In the way of dreams, every wall is familiar and strange. Every book, every shelf in its place. The sofa is still lumpy, the lights still dim. The wallpaper still peels at the edges. The colors are changed. Just a shade off, he thinks. The air is crisp. Sweet and fresh as an apple. Cold and biting as a winter breeze. Harry is the soft warmth of a flickering flame. The heavy heat of a raging inferno. He is the blazing sun. The harsh light beneath which nothing can hide, and nothing survives.

#danpuff recs #snarry-a-thon 2023 #snarry-a-thon #snarry #snarry fics #snarry recs #also a self-rec just cuz

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sharkinlovewithadolphin · 5 months

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A Magical Tale of Fire and Wonder (151,692 words) by sharkinlovewithadolphin Chapters: 17/30 Fandom: Free! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka Additional Tags: [Check AO3]

Chapter 17 Summary: Now that Gou has found out about Rin’s powers, Rin tries to make sure his secret doesn’t get out to anyone else. Haruka gets a nightmare, Rin theorizes about magic, and a new change is brought to Xenli. Proof-read by my beloved @illbebuyingallofthoseflowers ❤ Fic playlist can be found here (YouTube) and here (Spotify). Tumblr tag (with memes, art, etc.) can be found here.

#free!#rinharu #sharkbait #harurin #rinharu fics #fanfics #free! fanfic #shark writes #fic: a magical tale of fire and wonder #my writing

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charmsandtealeaves · 1 month

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Starting to feel a little more myself this week despite sleep deprivation (small human is teething and we’ve switched from cot to toddler bed).

Read this week:

The Roe Deer and the Knight by @annabtg

Complete (2.1k), Jily Fairy Tale AU, Rated G

A tale of a magical roe deer and a knight who had to learn humility.

Dying Fires by @jamesunderwater

Complete (2K), Hogwarts Jily, Rated G

In fifth year, James attempts to comfort Lily by a dying fire - but finds this will require restraint on his part in a number of ways.

In Search of Something More by @kay-elle-cee

WIP, Regency Jily, Rated M

In the sunlit garden of her sister’s home, Lord Potter had promised Lily a life of her own design, with minimal expectations—her presence at community events, companionship, and an heir. As the two stumble into the routine of marriage and work to make a life together at Stinchcombe Hall, unsolicited feelings provoke each to start wondering if this is merely a marriage…or if it could be something more.

Quest for Camelot by @petals2fish (Ch. 15)

WIP, Jily quest for Camelot AU, Rated T

All Lily has ever wanted is to be a knight, like her father, Sir Lionel. After Camelot is attacked and the magical sword Excalibur is stolen, she finds herself teaming up with James, a young blind hermit, as they embark on a quest to find the lost sword. Together, they face the threat of the evil Ruber, navigate challenges with a two-headed dragon and an ogre, and discover that they're more alike than they initially thought. Will they manage to return the sword to Arthur in time, or will they lose not only each other but also their dreams and the precious Excalibur? Based on the 1998 movie Quest for Camelot, but more plot and less singing.

A Heart of Coal by @wearingaberetinparis

Complete (8.6k), Fairytale Jily, Rated T

They say fortune favours the bold, yet Lily Evans was given her death sentence at seventeen. As soon as midnight strikes on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her heart will turn to coal. Gryffindor knight James Potter, however, is the last to accept such a fate. For while Lily Evans’ curse foretells her death, his foreshadows a life without his unrequited true love at his side. Written for the March Jily Challenge.

Genius by @petals2fish

Complete (4.2K), Jily Muggle Meet Cute, Rated M

After Lily breaks her iPhone, she finds herself at the Genius Bar on Valentines Day, and an old flame is there to help her in all things technology and romance.

Dead To Me by @jamesunderwater (Ch.13)

WIP, Hogwarts Jily, rollercoaster of emotions, love this fic to death, rated M

I saw a quote once that said: "How many times have I loved a thing, just because you loved it? Including me." This story is about love, but is not to be confused with a love story. It's about the love we should have had. The love we don't think we deserve. The crooked love we settle for. It is about how, in letting others love us, we learn to love ourselves

Smutty Saturday by @petals2fish (Ch.1)

WIP? Petals is bringing back smutty Saturdays, Rated E

Lily Evans loves her trashy romance novels, but she loves her boyfriend even more.

#charms read round up #week 11 #fic recs

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 7 months

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It's a highway to hell but, oh the things we do for love (7)

This fic is a Greek mythology au. This fic includes: betrayal, attempted human sacrifice, violence, choking, character death, cursing, forced marriage, mentions of nightmares, references to Greek mythology, enemies to lovers, and manipulation. It gets a bit suggestive at the end.

Tagging: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @greep215

Chapter 7

The day of your coronation as Queen of the Underworld dawned like any other. The only indicators that this day was an important one were the suits of armour scuttling around ensuring that each and every one of the king’s demands for the coronation were met, the constant influx of guests that were arriving in the underworld and the decorations that Abigail, Dave, and Drake had arranged all throughout the underworld.

Word had spread quickly throughout the underworld about Minthe’s fate and your coronation. Abigail was among the first to hear about Minthe’s fate and the second that she learned the news, she attached herself to your side and refused to be parted from you.

Speaking of the goddess, Hades had called her into the throne room and had informed her that she was for all intents and purposes, grounded for tearing out a page from one of his books. Abigail was still permitted to paint but for the next two weeks, she was banned from using magic unless Hades was present. The goddess sniffled and had pleaded with the god to lighten her punishment with teary eyes but the god had remained firm.

Dave had loaned you some incredibly ancient scrolls that contained instructions on how to master powers and you found it very easy to chat to the older god due to the fact that he had become a god later than Abigail had and there were a few things that you two had in common.

Thanatos was perhaps the most surprising when the news about Minthe and your coronation reached his ears. He eyed you with wonder (after ensuring that the story about Minthe was true) and then it was like a switch in him had been flicked. Thanatos stated that you had “earned the right to call me by my mortal name, Drake.” He also regaled you with tales about him discovering that he had magic before he journeyed into the underworld.

Of the three of them, Drake was the first to journey into the underworld and become Thanatos. You learnt that he studied magic under Hades and he followed his mentor into the underworld. You were tempted to ask Drake whether or not he knew what Hades’ mortal name was but you quashed that impulse. If your time with Drake had taught you anything, it was that Hades would reveal his mortal name when he chose to.

Heavy clanging sounds brought you back into the present and you paused mid-step in the middle of your quarters. With a dry laugh, you noted the fact that you had been pacing without realising it. The door to your quarters swung open just as you decided it would be a good idea to run your hands down your coronation outfit and smooth out any creases.

Dave stood on the other side of your door with an impish smile, “Figured you’d prefer a godly escort rather than a tin metal one.”

You shook your head with a smile at the god’s antics once the realisation sunk in that he had used his powers to trick you. You walked towards him and when you were close enough, Dave held out his arm. After looping your arm through his, he escorted you through the halls and to the throne room.

It didn’t take the two of you very long to reach your destination however, just as you spotted the familiar doors to the throne room, Dave drew to a stop and pulled you to the side, out of sight of the crowd, and looked at you seriously, “You won’t be doing this alone. Take it one step at a time.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“I’ve been where you are.” Dave pointed to himself, “My introduction to the court went pretty well if you ignore the fact that I set the king’s throne on fire.”

Laughter burst out of you as you looked at the god, “You have to tell me the story someday.”

“We’ll have all the time in the underworld after the ceremony.”

Feeling a little more at ease and with a grin on your face you assured the god that you were ready.

Dave led you through the doors and into the throne room. The throne room was so lavishly decorated that for a minute, you thought you were attending a wedding back on Earth. Then the guests turned to face you and Dave and you spied a wide variety of demons and other beings from different sections of the underworld.

Your breath hitched as you noticed Hades sitting in his throne at the end of the aisle. As you approached, he rested his arms on the armrests of his throne and rose gracefully to his feet to greet you and Dave. Your eyes traced his profile pausing to admire the way he looked in his black ceremonial suit. Atop his suit, he wore a wrap and the two pieces of the wrap were fastened together by a round silver clip which rested on his left shoulder.

It felt like there was a better word to describe the clothing on top of Hades’ suit but you couldn’t think of it. Then, without warning, the word appeared in your mind as if it had been there all along.

“Himation. It’s a himation.”

Dave stopped again. This time you withdrew your arm from his and made your way up the stairs to stand opposite Hades on the dais. The god held out his hands and with no hesitation, you placed your hands in his.

The god squeezed them and warmth pooled in your stomach at the god’s act of kindness and reassurance. Hades turned away from you and faced the pathway that you and Dave had walked up. You moved your head in time to see Dave retreat several steps when he saw Drake and Abigail making their way up the aisle.

Abigail was dressed in a black and green chiton with flickering torches across her sleeves and neckline. In her outstretched hands sat a smaller version of Hades’ crown. However there were a few differences between Hades’ crown and your crown.

Your crown.

Somehow thinking the words made this ceremony feel all the more real.

The crown that Abigail was carefully carrying wasn’t made up entirely of gold nor did it have a ruby in the centre like Hades’ did. This crown was made up of three very different metals. The majority of the crown was made up of silver moonstone. The moonstone made up about half of the crown. The next metal that you noticed was dull silver and your eyebrows drew together when you noticed the symbols on it. One of the symbols was the head of Medusa and the other was an upside-down anchor with a crustacean at the top of the symbol. The upside-down anchor also had the letter A on the left-hand side of it. The last portion of the crown was made up of bronze.

Drake walked three paces behind Abigail. He stood tall and his clothing was similar to Hades’ although you noticed that Drake had added frosted tips to his hair, eyeliner under his eyes and he was wearing knee high boots that made him look taller than normal.

You knelt as Abigail approached the dais with the crown and you obeyed the instinct that told you to keep your eyes on Abigail while she placed the crown on your head. The crown was lighter than you expected yet it thrummed with power and responsibility.

“Since I’ve known you the longest, my part of the crown is the biggest. Dave and Drake added bits to the crown too.” Abigail whispered.

“I love it,” you uttered, matching her volume.

Climbing to your feet, you returned to standing opposite Hades. This time you were the first to offer your hands to the god. With a reverent expression, Hades placed one of his hands in yours and gripped it tightly. He showed you the palm of his other hand and unspoken, a black speck appeared in it. As you watched, more black specks appeared on Hades’ hand. The black specks rose to join the others and at the same time, all of the black specks rose into the air. They swirled around each other building up speed.

You blinked and the specks sped towards each other at a speed that you didn’t know was possible. The specks merged together creating a black pomegranate that fell back into the god’s palm. With another unspoken command, the pomegranate was divided into quarters, allowing you to glimpse the reddish flesh that lay inside.

Hades searched your face for any signs of hesitation. When he found none, he used his grip on your hand to pull you forwards and place one of the pomegranate quarters between your parted lips. You bit down on the quarter and the juices from the fruit flowed into your mouth. It was richer than anything you had ever tasted before but there was an underlying sweetness to the fruit.

“If a pomegranate isn’t a perfect metaphor for the underworld, I don’t know what is.”

You swallowed the quarter and then Hades fed you the next one. This continued until all quarters of the fruit were gone. Hades’ finger grazed your lip and for a moment, it felt like the two of you were the only ones that were in the room. In this moment, you knew that you were seeing the man behind the god again, just like when Abigail had taught you to navigate the corridors of the underworld after her nightmare. The way he gazed at you with such intensity made you wonder why you considered leaving him and the underworld behind.

Hades’ eyes lingered on your lips which unbeknownst to you had been stained red from the juices of the pomegranate. His finger left your bottom lip and traced a soft path until it rested on your chin. You registered additional pressure around your chin and realised that Hades was gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Your heart started pounding as Hades dipped his head and pressed his mouth to yours in a forceful and dominating kiss.

You had no idea how long the kiss lasted for but when Hades broke the kiss and moved a tiny amount away from you, you glimpsed many emotions swirling in his gaze. You were able to identify pride, love, admiration, and a glimmer of lust before he released your chin and grasped your hand again. The god then used his grip on your hand to turn you so that you were both facing the assembled crowd.

“Behold the Queen of the Underworld!” He commanded and the room erupted in cheers and applause. The loudest of the cheers and clapping came from Abigail, Drake, and Dave. Drake even stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and whistled a couple of times but after a disapproving look from Hades, Drake withdrew his fingers, cleaned them with a hanky that he conjured, stuck the hanky in his pocket and continued to clap and cheer loudly.

Hades let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side tightly.

“Look at your subjects.” He ordered.

“They are your subjects as well Hades,” you reminded him.

“Maxim.” He corrected.

You frowned at the god that you were happy to call your husband, “I’m sorry?”

“When I was human my name was Maxim Horvath.” He lowered his head so that his lips grazed your ear. These words were for you and you alone, “I haven’t used that name in quite some time but I would have no objection if you were to scream the first part of it when you and I are alone together in our new quarters.”

#my writing #my fics #halloween 2023 #it's a highway to hell but oh the things we do for love #greek mythology au #the sorcerer's apprentice au #maxim horvath #hades!maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath/reader #hecate!abagail williams #thanatos!drake stone #charon!dave stutler

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duaghterofstories · 1 year

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for the fanfic requests, could you do xanrik fluff?

thanks!

Yep! This is the shortest fic I’ve ever written tbh. I suck at fluff, so there’s a bit of sad in their, but just a dash.

Late Nights in Hell— Xanrik Fluff

Rating: G

Ships: Xanthous/Elrik

Fandom: A Tale of Magic

Other: Fluffy. Just Fluffy. Post Book 3, Soft, Literal Sleeping Together.

Xanthous liked nights like this. It was dark and the fires of Hell were kept out of their room by heavy duty blackout curtains.

Elrik was curled up next to him on the bed, snoring softly. Xanthous was offhandedly petting his hair while reading a book. Elrik had developed a kind of tolerance to Xanthous’ flames. They didn’t know how, but Brystal had theorized that it was Xanthous’ magic protecting him.

He liked that theory.

The book he was reading wasn’t particularly interesting. It was a book on the political climate of Hell. That was one thing he had been unprepared for when he came to Hell. Having to do paperwork. More often then not Elrik would walk him through it, the two of them squished up close in the stupidly uncomfortable seats in the meeting room.

Elrik was much too good for him, and if Xanthous had his was then Elrik would be dating someone who really deserved him, and didn’t drag him to literal Hell and away from everything he’d ever known.

He knew Elrik would never approve of him saying that though.

“Stop overthinking,” said Elrik, reaching up. Xanthous looked down, wondering when the other had woken up.

“Sorry love. Did I wake you?”

“No.” Elrik sighed and pulled Xanthous down, giving him a small kiss. Xanthous’ flames burst higher into the air, not burning Elrik evan as they licked against his skin and clothes. “Now get to sleep. We have paperwork in the morning and I know you hate that.”

Xanthous chuckled and nodded a little bit. “Yeah.”

He layed down and then pressed against Elrick’s chest, sliding his leg in between Elrick’s. They were facing each other, but as Elrik was, surprisingly, taller, so Xanthous’d face was squished into Elrik’s chest.

“Go to sleep Firefly.” Elrik said. He felt a kiss on the top of his head and smiled with contentment. He didn’t know how he went 14 years without this.

“Goodnight.” Xanthous hummed and fell asleep, breathing evening out and welcoming the familiar dark that sleep brought.

#/okay to reblog #okay to reblog #xanrik #xanthous x elrik #a tale of magic #a tale of sorcery #xanthous hayfield #elrik elderwood #fluff #fic #fanfic requests #asks #darkempressjustice fanfic requests #dark empress justice #my fanfics

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minty-mumbles · 2 years

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Red Verbena

Summary: Whumptober Day 1: Adverse Affects - Fairy Hyrule eats something he's not supposed to.

TW: Allergic reactions

A/N: Yeah, I know it's two days late. Wonderful way to start the month 😅 I won't be doing every prompt this year like I did last time, but I'm still doing some of them! Big thank you to @transzeldas for beta reading for me :)

This is part of my Flowers and Fountains AU | Read fic on AO3 Here

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The day kept getting worse and worse for Hyrule. He’d woken up with a sore throat the morning before, but it had disappeared by lunch, and he’d hoped that it hadn’t meant anything. Despite Hyrule’s wishes, the soreness was back the next morning with a vengeance, accompanied by a cough and a bone-deep weariness.

The other heroes had been eyeing him all day but didn’t bring up how he obviously wasn’t well. A cold was concerning, and something to keep an eye on, but no reason to stop traveling for a day. Some of them might not like that fact and would have preferred to let their sick companion rest for a day, but no one protested when Time ordered them to pack up that morning.

Throughout the day the group kept a slow pace for his benefit. Despite that, he’d had a harder and harder time keeping up as the day wore on. He was sure his heavy breathing was painful to listen to. If they stopped to camp for the night before the sun even brushed the tops of the trees, no one mentioned it, and no one protested when Hyrule wasn’t given any chores to do that night.

Hyrule himself would have protested if he hadn’t known he wouldn’t have been able to collect firewood, fill water skins, or patrol even if he’d been asked to. He was dead on his feet and felt too weak to stand back up once he’d collapsed on the makeshift benches around the fire. So instead, he spent the evening sitting fireside by Wild as the cook prepared dinner.

He didn’t offer to help the cook, which was unusual. The others claimed that Hyrule ruined meals if he even so much touched the food, but if he saw Wild needed help, Hyrule never hesitated to offer to help. Hyrule couldn’t cook very well, even he knew that. When he was by himself, he usually ate food raw. (Fairies never bothered to cook their food, and neither did he before he joined the group, which meant he was quite bad at it.) But cutting vegetables or stirring the pot was simple enough, and something he took pleasure in doing.

Tonight, however, he voluntarily regulated himself to simply keeping the cook company, and Wild didn’t offer him any tasks. Touching the food they were all going to eat, even just to cut it, wasn't wise if he was sick. And he was sick, even if no one was saying it out loud.

Hyrule inwardly cursed the fact that fairy healing magic was more specialized for injuries and wounds, and he couldn’t just magic away his sickness.

After dinner, he was the first to set up his bedroll, and no one complained when he took one of the prime spots near the fire. Wind was quick to join him, and Hyrule was grateful for both the sailor’s company and the story he masterfully wove for his sick companion. It gave little call for Hyrule to speak, letting him rest his sore throat, and it provided the traveler a distraction from how horrible he felt.

As he listened to Wind’s tale, Hyrule saw Wild once again approach the cooking pot. At first, Hyrule thought the cook was going to make something for dessert or warm some milk up for the group to drink to ward off the night chill, as he often did. Instead, after a few minutes of Wild hovering over the cooking pot, the smell that started to permeate the clear was somewhat sour, and Hyrule was certain he saw a lizard tail tossed into the pot. He figured Wild was making some sort of potion or elixir for him and decided it would be in his best interest to not pay attention to what Wild was adding to the pot.

He didn’t want to know what disgusting things the cook expected him to drink. Don’t get him wrong- he was grateful there was someone in their party who knew how to brew potions, but it meant that Hyrule was learning things he never wanted to learn about what sort of ingredients went into the concoction.

The potion would be a relief, whatever was in it, so he would drink it, and just try hard not to think about lizard tails.

He was more than relieved when he saw Wild pull out a bottle, (Why did he always seem to have plenty of bottles? Hyrule always had trouble finding them.) and fill it with the purpley-red liquid simmering in the pot.

“Here, you go, freshly brewed! It’s a hearty elixir I’ve modified to be more helpful for sickness instead of injuries.” Wild explained cheerfully, handing the bottle over before returning to the fire to bottle up the leftover elixir. Hyrule wasted no time in pulling out the cork and gulping down the potion.

He grimaced at the taste. Once, when he’d been indulging in a rare luxurious bath in his Princesses’ castle, he’d accidentally gotten soap suds in his mouth. The soap had smelled amazing, like warm cinnamon and honey, but the suds he’d gotten in his mouth had tasted horrendous. That was what this elixir reminded him of. He grimaced slightly, forcing himself to swallow it all. He could vaguely feel the magic of the elixir start to sink into his body.

Better to have a bad taste in his mouth than to be stuck like this for the next few days.

Wild, seeing the face he made, approached again, this time handing him a small bowl that contained a strange red mush. Hyrule took the bowl, noting it was cold to the touch. “What’s this?” He asked curiously as he poked at the concoction with the spoon Wild handed to him.

“It’s a mix of wildberries, blueberries, milk, and honey, mashed up together and chilled. It’s refreshing in hot weather or if you have a sore throat, and you look like you need it. Also for the taste. The elixir I use for sickness doesn’t taste as bad as the stuff for physical wounds, but it’s still not good.” Hyrule nodded thankfully at Wild, ignoring the cook’s mention of Hyrule’s appearance. Wild almost never filtered his words to be more polite. Hyrule liked that about him. Most fairies didn’t have a filter either.

It was probably the truth anyways. If he looked as bad as he felt, he wasn’t a pretty sight. But Wild’s cooking always made him feel better. The champion was just too good at his craft for his food to do anything but comfort. And with the horrible taste still in his mouth, Hyrule could definitely use a palette cleanser. Wild had claimed that this potion tasted better than the usual ones, but Hyrule wondered if Wild had ever actually tasted it because it was truly foul. He could barely keep from gagging even after he’d swallowed all of it.

From what Wild had said, this dish couldn’t be better suited for him. A fairy’s diet was primarily fruits and plants, so the wildberries and blueberries sounded perfect. Milk and honey, on the other hand, weren’t part of a fairy’s regular diet. Honey, or really anything that sweet, was hard to come by in his era, thus highly prized, and milk was a rarity reserved only for those fairies who were brave enough to venture into Hylian towns.

(Hyrule, when he’d seen the plates of milk and sugar cubes Malon and Time laid out around the farm, had been stunned by their generosity. If he snuck out later that night to join his sisters in feasting on the fresh sweet milk, no one but himself had to know. He’d considered granting the couple a boon for their generosity, but any little thing he could think of was already done by his sisters. The couple’s roof would never leak, the new calf on the way would be delivered smoothly, the cat that hung around in their barn catching mice was always in a good mood, and the nearby lake that Time liked to fish in always had a thriving population of the couple's favorite fish to eat. Hyrule had left the farm a little disappointed he couldn’t offer a bit of good luck, but satisfied that they would be well looked after.)

Regardless, this frozen treat Wild had given him looked delicious, and he was proven right when he tried a scoop. It was perfectly sweet and creamy, and definitely seemed to help cool him off. As he swallowed it, though, he frowned. His throat itched, and he coughed slightly.

He thought Wild’s potion was supposed to help him feel better, but his throat didn’t feel better. Actually, it felt worse.

He coughed again, taking another spoonful of the cold fruit mixture, hoping it would soothe the burn. It didn’t. In fact, the sticky sweetness of the honey caught in the back of his throat, making him break out into a coughing fit. When he finished he sat heaving for breath, and everyone was staring at him.

Wind reached out, feeling his forehead. He frowned. “His fever’s gone,” Hyrule wanted to argue that he never had a fever in the first place, but knew that denying the obvious wouldn’t get him anywhere. That, and he was still catching his breath and wheezing. “So I guess the potion’s working. Why is he still coughing, then?”

Sky frowned. “If it’s something contagious, we don’t all want to catch it. A kind of sickness that can’t be treated with potions would be dangerous, as far as we are from a town and medical help.” Hyrule cleared his throat, but that didn’t help. The uncomfortable tingling was slowly melting into a burn in the very back of his throat.

Warriors nodded. “He’s right. Sickness can spread easily in confined quarters. We should stay away until we know what he’s got that’s resisting one of Wild’s potions.” At that, Wind stood, obviously planning to move away from Hyrule. Hyrule bit his lip to stop the protest from escaping him, knowing it was for the best, but Wind ended up being halted anyway.

“No, Wind, stay there.” Warriors ordered firmly.

Wind immediately protested. “What? But I don’t want to get sick!”

“You’ve been in close contact with him for the past several hours. If it's contagious, you might already have it.” That caused Wind to shuffle uncomfortably. Hyrule couldn’t blame him. The thought of being affected like Hyrule was right now- as he doubled over in another coughing fit- was not a pleasant one, he could admit.

Although, strangely, something about this felt slightly familiar. Once Hyrule straightened back up. Wind handed Hyrule his water flask, which he accepted easily in exchange for the bowl of now-half-melted fruit mush. The water felt soothing on his throat, but only for a moment. Once he swallowed, the burning came back just as much.

Wind crouched back down next to him, frowning. “Hyrule, say AHHHH.” He demanded, sticking out his own tongue to demonstrate. Hyrule complied, too exhausted to question him.

When Wind was satisfied with his quick look at Hyrule’s mouth, he turned to the others. “His mouth didn’t look like that before. It’s really red, and the back of his mouth is all swollen. It looks like what my sister looks like when she eats mangos. Allergic reaction. It makes sense because his fever’s gone, so it’s probably not whatever he was sick with.”

Ah. So that's why the sensation was familiar. Hyrule was allergic to strawberries. He hadn’t thought about that, but now it made sense that the sensation was familiar. Hyrule didn't accidentally eat strawberries often, but it did happen occasionally. Sometimes the castle cooks forgot he couldn’t eat them, or sometimes he didn’t check what kind of fruit was in a pastry he bought from a town.

Hyrule heard Legend snap angrily at Wild, but didn’t look at them, too busy massaging his throat. “You fed him strawberries?”

“What? No!”

“He said that was the only thing he’s allergic to, though. Are we sure it’s an allergic reaction?”

“Could you have forgotten what you put in that fruit mix you gave him?”

Wild protested, and he sounded so distressed Hyrule gave up on rubbing his throat and looked up at him. “No! I threw out everything I had that had strawberries in it when he told me he was allergic to them! Just like I did with peppers for Four!”

Time interrupted them, sounding calm despite the high tensions. “Wild, why don’t you walk us through what you put into the food you’ve given him this evening?”

Wild ran a hand through his hair, still looking stressed and flustered but pulled himself together. “The soup I made for dinner just had some vegetables- carrots, peas, celery, onions, stuff like that- some chicken stock, chicken, and noodles. The fruit mix I gave him just now only had wildberries, blueberries, milk, and honey.” Hyrule had sat and watched Wild make the soup so he knew it was nothing in there, and he hadn’t tasted anything off about the fruit mix he’d been given.

Wild continued, listing off ingredients on his fingers. “The potion had hearty lizard tails, ground up bokoblin teeth-”

“Teeth?” Someone interrupted him, sounding disgusted. Hyrule himself winced and tried not to focus on the fact that he’d drank that.

Wild sighed shakily, apparently annoyed by this reaction, but still unnerved by what was happening. “Yes, teeth, and some red verbena and hyrule herb to try and cut the nasty flavor, and-”

“That’s it,” Time says. He looked like he just had a realization that didn’t really have anything to do with the verbena. “Hyrule’s allergic to verbena.” Hyrule didn’t have time to process how Time could have possibly known that before Warriors cut in.

The captain sputtered, aghast. “What- verbena? He’s allergic to verbena? I’ve never heard of anyone-” That’s the point Hyrule decides to check out of the conversation. He already knows exactly how it’s going to go, with Warriors pointing out he’s never heard of a Hylian that’s allergic to verbena, and how strange that he just so happens to be allergic to the completely innocuous plant.

Except it wasn’t innocuous, and he knew why he was having this reaction to it, and it wasn’t because he was allergic. He’d been truthful when Wild had asked the group if they were allergic to anything, and he’d answered that he was allergic to only strawberries.

Fairies ate plants. They also ate fruit and the occasional bug, but they were known folivores. They ate plants. And, naturally, some plants came up with defenses against their predators.

Red verbena was an uncommon herb that had evolved over time to have a substance on its leaves and stems that tasted very unpleasant to fairies. Although he’d never tried it before himself, he recalled one of his sisters telling him that it tasted “Icky, like soap!” sticking her tongue out in exaggerated disgust. Hylians didn’t seem to have the same problem. Apparently, the herb had a faint but lemony taste to it.

The bad taste wasn’t the only effect. If fairies ate enough of it, it could cause their throats to burn and swell up and cause suffocation, and Hyrule didn’t know how much Wild had used in the position but he suspected, as it became more and more difficult to breathe, that it had been more than enough.

How Time knew it was the verbena Hyrule had reacted to, he had no idea.

Actually, no, that was wrong. He had a very good idea as to how Time knew, but the traveler's mind was more focused on the growing pain in his throat, and not the fact that Time knew Hyrule was a fairy. He could focus on that later.

A hand was rubbing his back now, and he could barely hear Wind’s concerned voice calling out to him over his wheezing, heavy breaths. It had become too difficult to drag in all the air he needed to speak, so he couldn’t respond to the worried sailor. Further in the background, there were the familiar sounds of the rest of the group bickering.

After traveling with the other heroes for so long, the rowdy noises of disagreements and play fighting had become comforting to Hyrule, letting him know that the others were present and at ease. It was when the group was silent that bothered him.

The only kind of silence that ever fell over the group were the bad kinds; after arguments with anger still laying heavy in the air, the worried strained silence of an injured friend, or the quiet look exchanged when they could all feel strange eyes looking at them from the shadows.

So normally, he hated the silence, but right now he wished the others would just shut up.

Thankfully Wind seemed to be paying a bit more attention to Hyrule than the rest of them. Distantly, he heard the sailor give a shot of “GUYS! Shut up, Hyrule’s dying!”

Hyrule kind of doubted that. This wouldn’t be enough to kill him. Hopefully. All he needed was the potion specially brewed for this kind of occurrence. Although it wasn’t technically an allergy, the potion he carried in his pack for his allergy to strawberries would probably work just as well for this. He couldn’t muster the breath needed to ask someone to get it from his pouch for him, though.

Thankfully, Wind’s dramatics proved useful, as they often did, and the others seemed to shut up. That, or Hyrule just couldn’t hear them anymore.

In fact, the only thing he could hear was his labored strain breaths that grew less effective by the moment. He was crying, he thinks, tears streaming down his red face. He distantly realized that at some point he’d fallen from where he’d been sitting, back down to his bedroll, feeling weak as a newborn.

That probably wasn’t good, but Hyrule could only focus on the burning in his throat and his darkening vision.

~~~

Hyrule’s mouth was still sore.

Four had been smart enough to fish the allergy potion out of his pack. Four’s potion had done it’s job, saving him from choking to death on nothing. He didn’t remember the smith forcing him to drink it, so he must have been unconscious, or very close to it. He would have to remember to thank the smith for using one of his own potions to help Hyrule instead of delaying to try and find Hyrule’s.

Wind, who hadn't left Hyrule’s side since he woke up, scrunched up his nose at Wild, who was standing in front of the pair. “Ugh, Wild, give him a break, for goddesses sake. So what if he forgot to mention that he’s allergic to something? It's not a big deal!”

Wild nearly shrieked. “Not a big deal? He almost died!”

The champion ignored Time’s mutter of “That's a bit of an exaggeration,” and continued his tirade at the shame-faced traveler.

“Do you have any other weird allergies you want to fess up to now?” Hyrule shook his head quickly, not sure whether to be ashamed or to find the situation and Wild’s distress slightly amusing.

Not that Wild’s distress was actually funny, of course. He could understand Wild being upset that he had accidentally poisoned his friend. But the whole situation was sort of a comedy of errors. Now, instead of getting better from his sickness, Hyrule was regulated to bed rest, and the group was forced to stay where they had set up camp for the next day as he recovered.

Wild eyed him skeptically but didn’t prod him anymore, stomping off to the cooking pot. Hyrule swore he heard him muttering something about “stubborn heroes of courage” as he moved away, which was a bit hypocritical, as Wild himself was one of said stubborn heroes of courage. No doubt the cook was heading off to brew up another batch of the allergy potion, as he’d been doing all morning.

Hyrule did wonder how Wild did it. He’d sniffed the bottle that Four's potion was in, licked the brim of it, and then set to work brewing more. Apparently, he’s never even heard of such a potion before, but all he needed to replicate was his senses. Hyrule didn’t know how Wild knew what the potion's ingredients were just by smelling and tasting it and desperately wanted it to remain that way.

He sighed, letting his eyes roam over the clearing. When he caught sight of Time looking at him, he quickly looked away, not daring to meet the old man’s eyes.

They would need to talk. Hyrule knew that. Apparently, Time had known something about Hyrule that Hyrule hadn’t known the old man knew. Hyrule really wanted to know how long Time had known. When had he figured it out? But not now. He did not want to have that conversation in the middle of camp when he wouldn’t be able to run away.

Not that he thought Time would hurt him. He didn't think Time would ever do that, not on purpose, and now that the secret is out, there wasn’t any need to be skittish. But something about the situation made him anxious all the same.

Damn his Hylian blood and all the anxiety it gave him. Why couldn’t he have been born a full fairy?

Instead of Time, Hyrule managed to accidentally lock eyes with Warriors, who’d been staring at him for a while now, which Hyrule was trying desperately to ignore.

Too late, he looked away, but Warriors had already taken his eye contact as a sign to come over. He sat down heavily on the bench next to where Wind was keeping him company, and nudged the sailor. “Why don't you go help Wild?” he asked. Wind scowled deeply at him.

“Are you going to yell at Hyrule too? He didn't do anything wrong, he doesn’t deserve to be yelled at.”

Warriors shook his head, a smile pulling at his lips. “No, I just have a few questions for him. No yelling involved, I promise.” Wind seemed satisfied with that. He moved away, although not toward Wild like Warriors suggested, but towards where Sky was sitting against the base of a tree, carving some small wooden figure. Wind had recently become enamored with the Skyloftian’s hobby, and begged Sky to teach him at every opportunity.

Warrior kept his voice low enough that the other heroes scattered around the clearing wouldn’t hear him. “Hyrule, I have a few questions to ask you.”

Hyrule tilted his head questioning, or at least as best he could do from where he was still laying down on his bedroll. “What?”

“Was it really the verbena that caused you to react like that?” Hyrule nodded, having a dreadful feeling he knew where this conversation was going.

Warriors continued. “Hylians aren’t supposed to have a reaction to verbena. It’d be like someone being allergic to eating meat. It doesn’t make sense, it just doesn’t happen.”

“Hylia’s head on a pike,” Hyrule swore miserably, muttering too quietly for Warriors to make out. This was the exact conversation he’d wanted to avoid with Time, and now he was having it anyway, with Warriors.

Warriors blinked in confusion, taken aback. “What did you say?”

Hyrule sighed and shook his head. His hands were shaking. “Nothing, Wars, go on, what did you want to ask?”

Warriors frowned, before asking, “Are you a fairy?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh.” Warriors said, not at all as eloquently as he usually spoke.

Hyrule let his arm fall down from his face, and looked at the captain. He honestly felt a lot better now that the ‘admitting his secret’ part of the conversation was over and done with. “What?”

“... That’s it? You’re just going to admit to it?”

Hyrule shrugged. “Yeah. Why wouldn't I? Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t one?” Warriors shook his head, and Hyrule shrugged again. ”Well, there you go, then.”

“Why didn’t you just tell us before?”

Hyrule shrugged. He was quickly growing tired of shrugging. He was quickly growing tired of this conversation. “I just didn't want to.” The thought of telling the others crossed his mind. Time and Warriors both knew now, and if they knew anything about fairies, he suspected the others were on their way to guessing as well. Despite this, Hyrule felt anxiety twisting in his stomach. He couldn’t tell them. At least not all at once.

The uncertainty of what their reaction would be made him hesitate. Maybe, though, it wouldn't be so bad if he told them one by one?

“Are you going to tell everyone?”

Warriors shook his head quickly. “Not unless you want me to.” Hyrule shook his head wordlessly. That would be the least ideal way for the group to find out, he thinks. He wanted to be there to do damage control, and assess their reactions himself.

Warriors frowned, patting Hyrule’s knee as he stood up. “I still have questions for you. I don’t want anything like what happened today to happen again, but that can wait. Get some rest.”

As Warriors walked away, Hyrule had a lot to ponder over.

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