#hes that oc i love to make suffer but give him a happy end

[smoooothoperator]

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epilogue: Happy Ever After

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers

a/n: So this is officially the end! I wanted to make a different epilogue of what I used to make! In this epilogue you'll watch what Lando and Violet did for the next few years. And of course, I had to make little cameos of ACOTAR.

If someone wants to ask me to make an extra chapter abot their story, I'm very happy to make it!

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26 of December of 2024

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violetsinclair A whole year with this curly haired man. I love you Lan, love of my life🧡

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landonorris For more mornings next to you🧡

maxfewtrell You guys deserve everything good in this world, no one suffered as you two and none of you gave up

violetsinclair Maaaaaaxx🥹🥹😭😭

maxfewtrell You are not crying, right?

landonorris yes she is

carlossainz55 congratulations you guys❤️

violetsinclair Eh! No red hearts in my feed! Only orange!

landonorris I love you🥹🧡

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landonorris Never give up our dreams, they always come true. I love you with my whole being 🧡

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violetsinclair Thank you for not giving up on me, never. You are everything I ever wanted and I'll never stop loving you 🧡

landonorris I love you so much😍

mclaren Our favorite pair of brits 🥹🧡

February of 2025

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violetsinclair Story of the day I became a dog mom🐾🧡:

Today Lando came to pick me up from work with a suspicious grin of his face. He said something about going out for the day, to spend the afternoon somewhere away from the city. And of course I believed it! He sounded very convincing!

We had lunch on a very nice place next to a river, but I noticed him a little nervous while looking at his watch. We collected everything and went back to bed, thinking we were going back home.

Turns out he had other plans! We went to a land where the owner has a lot of puppies! And then I found this beautiful black little guy and I immediately fell in love with him. And of course, Lando had everything planned and already came with things for the puppy.

Everyone, meet Rhysand Norris (yeah, it's on purpose. And I wasn't the one that chose the name🤭)

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maxfewtrell I still can't believe you named my godson after a fictional character...

violetsinclair I beg you pardon? It was about time that I had a pet named after him

maxfewtrell what about the options I gave you?

landonorris Rhysand is Rhysand, no more discussion

maxfewtrell Rude. But I'll still name him Reese

violetsinclair Fair enough for me

sarahjmaas His name definitely fit him!

violetsinclair omg hi I love you. Now I can die in peace

landonorris Hi sarahjmaas you want to meet him? We're fans :)

sarahjmaas Sure!

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mclaren look who came! Rhys is in the paddock! The high lord is the the house!🤭👀🧡

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f1 It was nice having this little one around! He stole everyone's heart

roscoelovescoco It's always nice having a doggie friend around! 🐶🐶

violetsinclair Admin is now in love with Rhys🥰 I'm a proud mom

mclaren the high lord deserves every fan he has :)

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landonorris Today the love of my life got her degree of History of Art! I can't be prouder of her 😍😍

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violetsinclair 🥹😚🥰

martingarrix photo creds mate...

landonorris I paid you dinner

martingarrix so?

violetsinclair Habemus pacem kids... but you made amazing pics! I love them🥰

martingarrix thanks Vi, at least you are more decent than him

violetsinclair Of course! Now I have a doctorate

landonorris stop bullying me

July of 2025

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landonorris And of course, Rhysand is no one without his mate. Welcome home, Feyre🧡

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sarahjmaas Omg I can't believe it! You really found Rhys a Feyre!🥹🥹

violetsinclair (I still can't believe I befriended you) Yeah! She's the cutest! You should come and meet her

sarahjmaas oh I'll definitely will

mclaren Still impressive how we have a crossover of ACOTAR and F1...

landonorris You're welcome 😉

December of 2025

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violetsinclair P3 in the Drivers Championship for my man! Couldn't be prouder of you🧡

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maxvertappen1 White looks good and you, huh? Right, Lando?👀

landonorris 🤔🤔🤔

landonorris Don't know what you are talking about

fia Where did you leave the high lord and lady? We wanted to see them

violetsinclair They stayed at home🥹 but next year they won't miss it

October of 2026

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violetsinclair Life lately🐾🧡🎶🎨

pietra.pilao That was the best day of my life🥹

violentsinclair agree

landonorris agree

taylorswift agree

violetsinclair omfg hi 😭

December of 2026

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landonorris Right where everything started, where I confessed you my feelings, where I had you in my arms for the first time and then where you said yes to a lifetime with me. I can't wait to continue this journey with you🧡

And thank you maxfewtrell and pietra.pilao for keeping the secret and not being suspicious, making sure I don't lose the ring after months of having it and for taking the pictures for us🧡

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mclaren I'm not crying🥹 congratulations!!!

carlossainz55 You are maturing, I can't be prouder of you. Congratulations to both of you, can't wait to see you and hug you!

maxfewtrell It was such a pleasure taking pet of am important moment of your life, as always, mate. And I won't stop saying it, you two deserve everything good

violetsinclair For how long did you know about this?

pietra.pilao You would get surprised...

March of 2027

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violetsinclair God news and bad news!

The good news: I'll be some months working here, in Egypt! I had the pleasure of receiving a call from the museum so I can experience how they work in the ruins and and translate some ancient papyrus.

The bad news: Lando and I will have to be some months apart and I can't attent to his races like I used to do. But this won't stop me for supporting him or loving him every day more.

This is just another chapter of our story, not the end.

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landonorris I can't be prouder of you, love. You always fight for your dreams and I'm so happy for you that you can finally achieve them. I can't wait to have you in my arm again. Rhys, Feyre and I love you so much.

violetsinclair I already miss you😭

maxfewtrell Super proud of you! Now I can say that my best friend works in Egypt and will appear in a documentary soon

violetsinclair You and Pi are welcomed in my house anytime you want to see some nice old people :)

mclaren Admin is going to miss you... But I'm proud of you!

violetsinclair Admiiiin🥹

April of 2027

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maxfewtrell You couldn't be away for more months, can't you?

landonorris Stay away from Pi for some weeks and then answer me again

maxfewtrell God, are you moody?

landonorris I experienced the No Nut November in March. I don't recommend it at all

maxfewtrell I didn't need the details...

landonorris Sorry😩

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violetsinclair I'm super super super happy to announce that the "Cleopatra" series are finally out! Netflix and I worked alongside to make this amazing series about the absolute queen of Egypt. I hope everyone likes it!

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netflix We were so happy to have you on set and work with you!

landonorris Who else knows a couple that both of them worked with Netflix? I'm so proud of my girl!

August of 2027

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violetsinclair I can't believe that this is my last day as your girlfriend and tomorrow I'll be able to call you my husband for the rest of our lives.

And this morning I remembered my best friend Eloise while I was getting my things ready for the big day, crying a little and then smiling at her pictures. I miss you, Eli. I wish you could be with us, celebrating my wedding and standing next to me. I miss you, I never stop thinking about you.

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landonorris Eloise is watching us, babe. I'm sure she's proud of who you became

maxfewtrell She's proud for sure, we miss her

mclaren Can't wait to be there tomorrow, we are proud of you two

carlossainz55 The best pair I ever met, can't wait to watch you two linking your lives together

violetnorris, landonorris

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landonorris We are still over the moon about yesterday. It was so beautiful watching everyone, sharing our most special day with all of you. I still can't believe this morning I woke up next to my wife.

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carlossainz55 You two made a beautiful wedding, I will never forget how you two looked at each other. Felicidades, cabrón

georgerussel63 Can't believe you are the same small boy that debuted on F1 next to me and Alex. Now look at you, mate.

oscarpiastri I still remember the day you introduced Violet to me. You told me that you were going to marry her one day

landonorris What's going on with you guys georgerussel63 and oscarpiastri? You want to make me cry or what? Yesterday wasn't enough?🥹

December of 2027

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violetnorris Maldivas🥰🧡

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landonorris 😚

June of 2028

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violetnorris The last few months some of you were sending me Dm's and even asking Lando why I stopped going to the races, if I was sent to Egypt again for work. Well, I guess now our little secret is out! Baby Norris coming in October👶🏻🧡

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oscarpiastri Now it makes sense why I saw the other day Lando asking to the person in charge of the merch to give him an onesie of McLaren... Congrats you two!

landonorris I thought no one saw me🥹

oscarpiastri I guess you were wrong

quadrant Okay, baby collection in progress.....

carlossainz55 I know I'll be the favorite uncle

oscarpiastri Excuse me?

danielricciardo Excuse me??

alex_albon You're joking, right?

georgerussel63 I bed you pardon?

violetnorris Okay guys, no fighting...

October of 2028

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landonorris 17 of October of 2028. Baby Eloise Claire Norris decided to come some days earlier. Mommy and baby are okay🧡

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charles_leclerc 17 is always a good number❤️ Can't wait to meet her

carlossainz55 So happy for you, man. She looks like you

oscarpiastri On my way to meet her!

mclaren on our way* to meet her!

maxfewtrell My goddaughter is so beautiful 🥹😍

pietra.pilao Our* goddaughter 🥹😍

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[crezz-star]

I can't help but wonder about your One Piece OC! I know you've mentioned that he's a mature person in the crew, but do you see him as more of a sibling/parental role to Luffy, or is he part of the shenanigans with usopp/chopper/luffy, or is he like tired uncle like Jinbei (or secretly amused like zoro) ? I am eager to hear about where he meshes in with crew especially luffy

I also can't help but wonder if our first mate gets jealous of him often. You mentioned that you do, but I think about like what if some days luffy just misses Ace, and luff will stare at Jean a lot more sometimes or just hover around him just to relive being with his brother *cries*

✨Kira kira yoho!✨

Hello!

Ahhh!! Im so happy and excited every time I get question about my OCs (❤´艸｀❤) Thank you for taking interest and being curious about Jean!

To answer. He is more of big brother type. Not just to Luffy but to everyone. Even the older mature straw hats. Jean just have so much love to give, growing up not knowing much about the world, isolated and thinking himself to be a slave until death. It really is Luffy and the strawhats who saved him and his fellow slaves so, he's enthusiastic in showing them how much he cares for them. how thankful he is to them for saving him, and along with that, his life. So he spoils everyone like this cool doting brother.

I'm actually planning to make one paged comic series ( kind of like 4 koma? ) in his interactions with the strawhats. As well as discovering more of the world. little sneak peek with Sanji ( ignore the cross. i changed that to a locket )

Here, Jean becomes the big brother Sanji dreamed and should have had. At first it annoys Sanji to no end even saying stuff like " gross, dont touch me. its weird! " but Jean is so gentle towards the crew, even helping Sanji wash the dishes, even cleaning the kitchen at night to surprise Sanji that eventually, Sanji accepts Jean. And finally allows himself to be spoiled. Even bringing out that side of Sanji that longs for a caring brother. One he only dreamed back then.

Jean has that ability to let everyone's hidden side of wanting to be spoiled and Jean is all to happy to do so. He is just so happy to be there with everyone. That he never really asks for anything in return.

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As for Zoro being made Jealous by Jean. Yes he does that. but there is a moment only the three of them knows. Its when Luffy gets nightmares about Ace every now and then. most of the time he can deal with it, but there are times he's so shaken. When Jean wasn't around yet, it's Zoro trying to calm him down. But when jean arrived, the three of them found out that, despite being freaked out by jean and Ace looking alike, Jean helps Luffy calm down due to his voice being exactly like Ace's. Along with it, Jean's hugs is just one of the best. Even beating hugs from Jinbei. There's a strange therapeutic effect.

Here is a comic I doodled quickly just now to show that.

I still wanted to emphasize the eerie feeling from Jean and Ace's similarities are so the comic ended up a bit off. (laughs) please forgive me!

Every time this happens, Luffy does apologize to Jean for asking him to 'talk' like Ace. He knows it's wrong, but honestly, Jean would do anything to calm Luffy. and He knows Luffy doesn't mean it and that he's just suffering, So Jean is very patient with him and never really feels offended at all.

And that is all the answers I have!

Thank you for being interested in Jean!! 💖💖

✨Have a sparkling day!✨

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

141+Vaqueros+Nikolai (+OC) headcanons: Being sick

Disclaimer: these are here because of the (awesome) influence of @nrdmssgs @sofasoap and @eenochian who feed my stupidity. Also, these are my personal headcanons that I use in my little world, any coincidence or discrepance with other headcanons is not intended

Price:

He treats being sick as another nuisance, a problem to be solved/suffered until it ends

He would be caught dead before complaining or asking for anything (unless he's like, REALLY sick, he's not stupid or reckless)

Will loudly sniffle around you in the hopes you'll catch on and start coddling him, which he absolutely will tolerate for your sake (/s)

Gaz:

In my headcanon he's an older brother, which means it's most likely that at the same time he was sick, any of his younger siblings was sick as well (most likely the one that made him sick)

So he's used to fend for himself for the most part

If you coddle him though, he's all for it and quite happy to be pampered

Soap:

He's dying

So dying that he's lying on the sofa and writing his will because bonnie, he's dying and wants you to have his things

The only thing that would make his passing better is if you cuddle and pamper him, because nobody in the history of any human civilization has suffered as he's suffering right now

Ghost:

If he can fake it, he will and nobody would know he is sick

If he can't fake it, he'll hide to suffer/die in solitude

He is afraid of feeling/being considered weak or unmanly because of his father's doing, so asking for/accepting help is off the charts

If he is seriously ill though, he'll only confide in Price

If you find out though, he might grumble and insist he's alright and doesn't need help, but secretely will love every bit of pampering and coddling.

Nikolai:

Has no shame. Will exaggerate his symptoms just to get more cuddles from you

Straight up lying on your lap and whine: 'Любовь моя, i don't feel well'

Will accept you fussing over him with great dignity, coughing and loudly sneezing on command if needed

If he's truly sick though, he won't want you anywhere near him in fear of making you sick (of course you won't listen and will pamper him anyway, he'd do the same for you)

Rudy:

Much like Price or Gaz, he powers through it

World won't stop because he's sick, so lying like a wet towel isn't going to fix anything

If you happen to be down for some cuddling or coddling him though... who is he to deny your wish?

Alejandro:

He would pretend to be suffering in silence, but somehow makes it known to you that he is sick

Gravitating around you while coughing from time to time in the hopes you will catch on: 'Ale, amor, are you alright?' 'I'll live, hermosa, *cough* don't you worry for me'

When you insist on taking care of him he will protest for about a whole two minutes before giving in happily

You can stop reading here lol

Riot:

Worst patient in history

She powers through it anyway without saying anything, no matter the seriousness of it. High pain tolerance, low bullshit tolerance.

If she's sick, she wants to die in silence in a corner, unbothered, thank you very much

Will hiss or grumble if bothered

Will only go to the doctor if Soap (or his mother) forces her

Will only go to the hospital if dragged there unconscious

Hates to be fussed over (big fat lie, she's just awkward about it, but there's nothing better when she has period cramps than being in Simon's arms all snuggled up in one of his hoodies and his big warm hand on her lower belly)

On the other hand she gets out of her way to take care of everyone else if sick: cooking, baking, listening, telling them off if needed

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[themultifandomgal]

Hey sweetheart =)

I LOVE your wonderful writing and wanted to thank you for making me happy with your stories. Such a safe place is so important to escape the cruel reality sometimes. I have a request for you and really hope you're up for writing it. Please let me know if you like it. It's a protective Kelly Severide x fem! Oc or reader fic. Kelly has a new neighbor and he's instantly taken aback from this young beautiful woman. Unfortunately she suffers from a heart failure and because of that she's often dizzy and nauseous (maybe Kelly finds her one day nearly passed out on her doorstep and since that day they're getting closer. Worried Kelly... I'm desperate for it :D) after a while she gets to know the whole firehouse which instantly loves the shy girl. She even helps Herman with the Bookkeeping of Molly's. Kelly and the whole team always has an eye on her and helps when she's feeling miserable because auf her heart disease. Her life could be perfect, when there wasn't danger lurking around the corner. She's running from her stalking ex and he seemed to find her. Harassing her with messages and calls on her phone. Her friends from 51 notice her change, the jumpiness and her pale appearance but she brushes it off. One day at Kelly's (they are definitely growing closer even shared a kiss) he "accidentally" reads a text message (because he got suspicious days ago because her mobile is constantly getting messages) from her stalker, but Kelly assumes that she's seeing another man. He confronts her and says some nasty things totally in shock she can't defend herself and he kicks her out. Super dizzy she because of the stress and her alleviated heart rate she stumbles in her apartment, nearly in panic that she lost Kelly. The next day Herman worries that she's more than one hour late, because she wanted to help him at Molly's with the books. He calls Kelly and Kelly, even brooding and full of anger he checks on her. She doesn't opens the door and worried sick he uses his spare keys (he finds her on her bathroom floor on the brink of unconsciousness. She was there the whole night throwing up. With a racing heart and struggling with breathlessness he brings her in his apartment, calling Will in panic....)

Will she reveal her secret, are they come clean with theit feelings for each other? Incoming happy end 🙏🥺

Sorry for this long shit. Couldn't hold my horses. HOPEFULLY it's a content you would like to write about. I'm a sucker for sick fics and protective Kelly with angst, drama and fluff.

Well, send you my best wishes ❤️

Kelly Severide- I’m Here To Stay Pt1

Sorry this took so long for me to write but I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Kelly Severide gets ready to leave the firehouse  after a long day at work

"Spoken to the new neighbour yet?" Capp smiles wiggling his eyebrows throwing his bag over his shoulder

"Shut up" Kelly crosses his arms

"So that's a no then. Well you never know you might be lucky to tonight"

For the last 2 weeks now Kelly has been giving his new neighbour a small wave and smile, but has yet to introduce himself to her. He finds her rather attractive, but what's weird is normally Kelly has no problem going up to a pretty girl, but YN? YN seems different, there's something about her that makes Kelly loose all of his words. Once his co-workers found this out a week ago, they have done nothing but torture him.

Now YN wasn't unaware of how attractive her neighbour is. He was her type to a tea, but seeing him coming home in his firemen uniform made her shy, to shy to go up and say hi. Not only that but why would she want to bother her new neighbour with her illness? She's already talking to doctors at Chicago med about having a heart valve replacement. Capp was right. That evening Kelly saw YN sat with her head in her hands. He slowly makes his way over to the woman

"Hi, erm are you ok?" YN looks up at Kelly

"Oh erm yeah don't worry. Just had a dizzy spell don't worry"

"Let me help you inside"

"Oh no don't worry I'm fine" YN slowly gets up but starts to sway

"Yeah your not right. Let me help you" giving in YN gives Kelly her keys. He guides her into her house and into the living room and sits her down "let me get you a drink. Where do you keep your glasses?"

"Cupboard above the bread bin, but you really don't need to...." before YN can finish her sentence Kelly has left the room and making his way to the kitchen. He soon returns with a glass full of juice "found some orange squash, thought you could do with a bit of sugar"

"Thank you" YN takes the glass off Kelly

"We've not formally met one another yet. I'm Kelly by the way"

"I'm YN" YN and Kelly shake hands. YN then takes a large gulp of her juice and starts to feel better

"How are you feeling now?" Kelly asks, concern still laced in his voice

"Much better thank you"

That evening the pair spent many hours talking and getting to know one another. A friendship quickly blossomed between the two. After a week Kelly couldn't stop talking about his beautiful, kind and funny neighbour. The rest of the firehouse all knew that his friendship was blossoming into more, even if the pair couldn't yet see it.

YN actually told Kelly about her heart condition fairly early on in their friendship, having this feeling that she can just trust him. Kelly of course has to make sure his new friend is ok, he will text her everyday asking how she is, and now YN will message Kelly by her own accord if she's struggling that day.

Kelly sits at the table with a plate full of food in front of him when he gets a text off YN letting him know she isn't feeling very well today. Kelly sighs putting his sandwich down

"What's up with your face?" Leslie asks sitting opposite Kelly

"Just YN isn't feeling very well today"

"You care a lot about her don't you?"

"We're friends"

"Hmm keep telling yourself that Severide. You care like how a boyfriend would care. Why don't you go and pick her up. Bring her here for the day. That way you can stop worrying about her"

"You think Chief would allow that?" Kelly raises a brow at his best friend who shrugs

"Go ask him" and so Kelly does just that.

At first Boden laughs thinking Kelly was joking, but once he realises how serious he's being, Boden can't do anything but say yes letting YN spend the day at the firehouse, especially after Kelly told him that YN has a heart condition.

That day was spent with YN in Kelly's office, catching up on last nights sleep and Kelly looking after her. Over time YN got closer to Kelly telling him everything about her. About her ex who was to clingy (like obsessive) and how she's trying to stay hidden from him. Of course Kelly took this as his role to keep her safe and look after her.

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[mako-neexu]

I do feel like Obe and Dante's way of showing affection is different from each other bc of their roles as servant. Oberon's love is quiet and you have to read through the lines to understand that (which isn't all that hard to do for Guda) because of his nature as a servant. Someone who pretends, it's not that he has to act like he doesn't like them that's just his nature but he does love Guda a shit ton he is just unable to outwardly admit that loudly.

Meanwhile avengers are loud in their love. Their love burns and is the equivalent to tough love as we've seen w oc2 and date's event and interludes. He loves guda and it's for that reason he burns them in a sense, remind them that they're alive that they can still move. Unlike him. He'll burn worlds for them if he must, he'd do anything to help them achieve their goals even if it's murdering someone or ending worlds WHICH guda has never and will never want, which is why he burns the bridge that connects the two because the only way for them is forward. He'd burn himself for them too, an avenger's love is all encompassing and it will turn everything into ash.

And idk man I'm just emo ig I really wanted to see obe Dante interactions but wtvr... Huhuhuhuuu.....

[servafes 2.0 spoilers, OC ch2 spoilers]

i think its not necessarily a matter of loud and quiet. its more of how they convey it due to their nature as servants as avengers that are extra classes nearly impossible to summon , as pretenders with a lying curse.

both convey their love neither quietly nor loudly, but they convey it in ways for guda. just for guda. using their own methods that would fit them the most.

oberon's care is showing guda an "out" like you see on valentines day, his summer lines etc. but he supports them too. he gives guda advice like in Servafes 2.0 where they barged into their room to talk to them despite the dangers of morgan oblitering his spiritual core, they also talk to each other on an equal standing like you see with oberon approaching them during at the inn and at gloucester in lb6. being someone with fairy eyes along with a lying curse, he tends to be roundabout with his words to portray what he means because no matter what he says, the world will twist it so he has skirt around it like in valentines day, you could interpret what he said with "call me wiht a sigh when you run out of dependable allies and options" as perhaps something mocking and malicious when, knowing oberon's nature now past lb6, he truly is caring almost to the point of selflessness. because we see his care for castoria as well as the insects in the autumn forest, that would apply to guda to, where he has the right words to soothe their soul, casually tear that mask guda has been holding onto for so long and become just "Fujimaru Ritsuka" and not "Humanity's Last Master".

dantes, of course, as the greatest of all avengers, his natures stems that from his revenge story by dumas, dantes who is also real in the typemoon universe has dumas write his story as revenge for his enemies on making everyone forget about him. and the story became so popular around the world that his spirit origin is twisted into that of an Avenger, that sole excerpt of The Count of Monte Cristo without that happy ending written into his saint graph. still, "edmond dantes" is still there, beneath gankutsuou. he's a man who tasted happiness and love, who was thrown into the bowels of depths and despair, gone through hell itself and crawled his way back to the surface no matter how painful it got. an Avenger that is intimate with pain, with suffering the most, know love and compassion the most.

both dantes and oberon understand guda's journey and what they've been through. its just that their approach is different. being an Avenger, a class of bloody teeth and howls, of course he would wield his flames that would aid his accomplice. he's seen their determination. he's seen them bleed, get beaten up before rising back again to finish a battle once and for all. he's seen guda love. he's seen guda love mash, da vinci, dr. roman, their friends these Servants who are people made up of fragments/fragments made up of people. they chose not retribution and continued to love despite the pain of it all.

dantes saw guda as a bright, radiant star because of that. him saying you are "fire" would just feel like completely undermining everything guda is. (and a fire for an Avenger, is a different meaning altogether). so he likens you to a star. a soul so bright that could even conquer dark flames that threaten to consume you whole but you would ultimately win out in the end... because thats who you are. a person who doesnt give up, will never give up no matter how your heart is beaten and battered. dantes supports you in a way where he has your back and will fight for you in this path downwards to hell. for oberon though, he's the abyssal insect. the one that ended fairy britain and as all things will inevitably end, like i said, he offered guda to go down the abyss with them should their heart finally give up once and for all. he'll be there by their deathbed to see it through. (i wanna add more about oberon with the shining star and titania but i can add stuff next time if i make a post like this.

that said, ive been thinking of dantes and oberon interactions too. but i do imagine either dantes would test oberon first before coming with him and abby to guda's trash heap or maybe exchange some words about guda, and probably gets convinced by oberon www

#ask

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Hear my pleas

This one’s different from my usual fics and set in an alternative universe where all the worst-case scenario outcomes had happened (set post BG3):

Astarion has ascended, his vampire spawn lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, is dead, Gale reached godhood, Shadowheart was killed by her Sharran kin, Karlach's beheaded for the sword of Tyr, Wyll and Halsin are dead along with the tieflings and the grove, Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain.

Astarion's lonely and tired. He has no one. Thus, in his desperation, he builds an altar for the God of Ambition and prays to him despite not expecting an answer. – His prayers are heard though.

Astarion x Gale

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, angst, anilingus, anal sex, nonconsensual blood drinking, blood, biting, cum-eating, choking, dom/sub power dynamic, derogatory language, dubious consent, fellatio, face-fucking, violence, vomiting, spanking, sprinkle of praise kink, these men have trauma, character study, emotional rollercoaster, happy ending (I wouldn't stand it otherwise), unnamed Tav, they/them pronounce for Tav, original character, OC, post-canon)

Notes:

I finally forced myself to play the Dark Urge and to choose all the worst options 'for fun'. It wasn't fun. It hurt. Badly. Now, you all gonna suffer with me for a bit.

Also, just so that it's said: I do NOT support romanticising and/or defending violent behaviours, especially when it comes to sex!

In this fic, Astarion and Gale both know that what's happening is wrong.

The Netherbrain was defeated, but at what cost?

The Emerald Grove was dead and with it dozens of tieflings and druids, as well as Halsin the Archdruid and Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers. They had exchanged Zariel's attack dog, Karlach, for a sword blessed by Tyr – which hadn't been worth it at all. Shadowheart had been killed by her Sharran kin because of a betrayal the cleric couldn't even remember. Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain, both of them fighting 'till the end. Gale had become the God of Ambition, now dwelling in the Outer Planes. Astarion had finished Cazador's Infernal ritual and had ascended to an all-powerful vampire lord. He had turned his lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, into his first and only vampire spawn, granting them one single drop of his own blood to make them his spouse.

Everything had been perfect until Withers had gathered the three remaining members of the heroic group for a night of celebration. There, Tav had lost themself completely, giving themself over to Bhaal instead of Astarion, and attacked their lover, Gale, and Withers. The God of Ambition had killed them, incinerated them to a heap of ash, and the vampire lord had wept for the loss of his first true love.

Seven years had passed since then, but Astarion still couldn't find any joy in his immortal life. With his mad love dead, Astarion was alone again and once more at the brink of forgetting how to love. The Szarr palace had never felt like home and it still didn't, but Astarion had nowhere else to go. He hated the place, hated the servants who only bent to all his wishes because they hoped to be turned into spawns and gifted with immortality. He hated to host parties for the nobles, politicians, and other people in power because it forced him to put his mask back on and slip into a character that wasn't fully true to himself. He hated to be pleasant company and to show interest in people and things he didn't care about the slightest to secure his place in the city. He hated his life, his existence, and the worst of it all; he had to face it all by himself. Once again, Astarion was alone to survive the hells of eternity.

It was a breezy spring morning and Astarion decided to go for a stroll through the bustling city. His mindless wandering led him to the tabernacle near Basilisk Gate. He entered it, not knowing why he did so exactly, and came face to face with the statue of the God of Ambition. With a blank mind, Astarion stared at it, taking it all in. The long hair, the knowing eyes, the warm smile, the flowy robes. Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, the God of Ambition. No deity had ever answered Astarion's prayers in the two hundred years of torture under Cazador. No deity had ever deemed the high elf turned vampire spawn worthy of their attention or their help. Astarion despised them for it. Would Gale answer to his prayers, he suddenly wondered. Would the God of Ambition, his former tadpole-infected companion, listen to his pleas?

"Start praying or get out," one of the clerics told him angrily - and Astarion laughed maniacally.

The huge marble statue dominated the room, chiselled by the most talented artist of Baldur's Gate. On its round base, purple candles, sweet buns, a couple of books, and a silver chalice with high-quality red wine were placed. Only one last thing was missing.

At the reunion party, Astarion had noticed how much Tara had detested Gale all of a sudden, hissing at him whenever he'd gotten too close to her. Gale had seemed utterly crushed about it. Thus, Astarion had planned to summon a tressym for Gale to lure the God of Ambition to him – or so he told himself.

The vampire lord checked his ritual again. The runes and the circle were right, the candles placed around it, the incantation was in his hand and its pronunciation perfected over the last two months. The potion that allowed him to understand tressym speak had already settled in his stomach. Astarion remembered what Gale had told Tav when he'd showed them how to access the Weave (no, Astarion hadn't been eavesdropping. He'd just been nearby accidentally). He hoped his plan worked.

Astarion lit the candles, tried his best to connect to the Weave, and uttered the spell. The runes started glowing and a breeze wafted through the room.

Please work, the vampire pleaded and repeated the ancient words that sounded foreign even to his old elven ears. Suddenly, a ball of fur popped into existence, dropping right into Astarion's arms.

"Oof, apologies. I'm usually much more graceful," spoke the tressym with a feminine, warm, young-sounding voice.

The vampire laughed and hugged the creature tightly. He'd done it. It had worked! The tressym let out a sound of distress and he finally gave her space to breathe again.

"Apologies, I'm just very excited. I wasn't sure if the ritual would work. I'm not too well-versed in higher magic, you see. My name's Astarion, by the way, and who have I the pleasure to meet?"

The tressym looked up at him and the vampire was met with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. The long, fluffy coat was snow-white and her nose adorably pastel pink. She was stunningly beautiful.

"I'm Kalina. Nice to meet you Astarion. Why did you summon me? Forgive my question, but I'm still young and was never called upon before."

"Oh... well, you see, I –" Astarion paused, suddenly embarrassed and unsure how to phrase his request. The tressym awaited his answer patiently. He sighed deeply. "Look, there are two reasons why I summoned you. Firstly, I'm a vampire lord and I have no desire to create any spawns. I'm alone in this palace and have no one to share it with and I crave intelligent conversations. Secondly, I have - had a friend who was a talented wizard. He lived with a tressym that he adored, but then, he ascended to godhood and his tressym started to hate him for it. Gale seemed sad about it and I.... well, we both are lonely, I suppose. I'll try to call for him, pray to him to meet me once again, and I thought he might be persuade if... you know, if I had someone like you by my side to sweeten the deal a bit."

Astarion hated how he stumbled over his words like a bumbling amateur, but Kalina didn't seem to mind.

"I understand," she snickered amused. "You need me to wrap him around your little finger. To lure your lover back."

"He's not my –"

"Mhm." The tressym smirked as much as a cat can smirked and hopped onto the stone floor. "How about you offer me a nice meal, hm? I'm your guest after all."

At that, Astarion snorted an amused laugh, but guided Kalina towards the staff's kitchen in which he'd already stored a bunch of tressym-friendly food. Just in case.

Kalina decided to stay for a while and help him with his plan to get Gale down to the mortal realms. She turned out to be excellent company and Astarion started to understand why Gale had loved his 'dear old' Tara so much.

Finally, it was time. Astarion kneeled in front of Gale's statue, folded his hands, and closed his eyes reverently.

"Uhm, hello Gale, God of Ambition. It's me, your old friend Astarion. You're probably wondering why I'm praying to you. Funny story actually... If you could spare a moment, I'd like to talk to you after all these years. I'm... well... I'd like to see you again. – Please."

Astarion huffed, irritated about laying his heart bare. He hated it. He opened his eyes and stood up. His prayers were neither heard nor answered, and if they were heard, they were masterfully ignored. Bloody typical. Astarion couldn't prevent an angry snarl forming on his face. With another huff he turned around, stomping towards the door.

"Hello Astarion."

The addressed froze dead in his step, then, he whirled around with a gasp, eyes wide in disbelief. Behind him stood the God of Ambition. His skin shimmering silvery blue, wrapped in a dark purple toga. His eyes glowing with white light. He looked exactly as Astarion remembered him, not having aged a single day.

"Gale," the latter croaked out. He wanted to rush across the room and hug the other man, but his pride stopped him from doing so. Astarion didn't want to seem desperate, weak, and pathetic. Thankfully, Gale acted instead, embracing the vampire warmly. The latter was barely able to keep from sobbing.

"You came," he whispered. "You answered my prayer."

"Of course." The God of Ambition smiled. "It's an honour to be remembered by an old friend who went through the same horrors as I did."

"There's no one else left," Astarion spoke, close to tears. "We're the last ones standing."

Gale sighed, looking sad.

"I'm aware," he nodded. Then he turned around to look at the altar Astarion had made for him. "Impressive. And put up in your home... that's – I'm speechless, really."

Astarion snorted, replying: "I don't think it's possible for you to ever be speechless."

Gale chuckled at that and tasted some of the wine that served as an offering.

"Mmh, what a lovely vintage. Velvety, with a hint of blackberries. Wonderful choice."

The vampire preened. To him, all drinks tasted like vinegar and all foods like ash, thus, he was happy he'd picked the right wine.

"I got something else for you. Well, not something you can own, but... Kalina?"

"Yes?" purred the tressym, slinking through the door.

"Oh!"

Gale's eyes went wide in delight and surprise, a huge smile spreading over his face. Kalina looked at him.

"Ah, the God of Ambition has heard your pleas, I see," she spoke, the amusement audible in her voice. She moved closer to him. "Gale, wasn't it?"

"A tressym," the addressed breathed, ignoring the creature's question. "Oh, and what a beautiful specimen."

He bent down to sweep Kalina off the floor, cradling her close to his chest. She purred happily and rubbed her head against his shoulder.

"Your friend's delightful," said the tressym. "He knows exactly how to scratch my chin just right. You could learn something from him."

Astarion laughed.

"You cheeky thing!"

"Huh?" Gale looked at him confused and seemed flustered. Only now, the vampire realised that the other man thought he'd addressed him. Frowning, he asked: "I used a potion to understand Kalina. I thought you're well-versed in tressym speak."

"Uhm, no," muttered Gale, lowering his gaze. "I enchanted Tara's collar to give her the ability to be understood by everyone. I don't speak tressym."

"Oh..." Astarion was dumbstruck. He hadn't known and had just assumed. "Well, she says she likes you and you have talented hands, darling."

He winked suggestively at the last sentence and swore he could see Gale blush despite his silvery skin. The latter cleared his throat and asked: "Why did you call for me, Astarion?"

"Am I not allowed to wish to speak to an old friend?"

"Of course you are. It's just... unusual. I didn't expect you to call for me. We got along fine, but you never seemed that fond of me. If I remember correctly, you called me annoying at every occasion."

"Tsk, tsk, Astarion," tut-tutted Kalina and the addressed started fidgeting.

"I just -" Words were lost on him. It was so difficult to say the truth. Gale looked at him. Those intelligent eyes boring themselves into Astarion's ruby-red ones and straight down into his soul.

"You're lonely," the God of Ambition stated matter-of-factly.

"So are you," Astarion snapped back, angry that Gale saw right through his façade. "Don't tell me there are parties up there in the Astral Planes? Or did you reunite with your beloved Mystra? Fucking her again, now, that you're finally deemed her equal?"

Gale narrowed his eyes, the air around him suddenly crackled with purple magic. Kalina hissed in surprise and a flare of fear, jumping out of his arms and fleeing the room.

"You're just trying to rile me up because you're mad I struck a nerve," the God of Ambition spoke calmly. Of course, he was right and gods, did Astarion despise it. The latter bristle, putting up his defences.

"Why?" growled the vampire.

"Why what?"

"Why did you answer my prayers?"

"Because it's my duty."

"Ha! Fuck off!" Astarion cackled uglily. "There's not a single god that answers their devotees' prayers! Don't be ridiculous, Gale."

The addressed frowned, his mouth a thin line, visibly miffed.

"Would you prefer it if I say that I came because you deserve to be heard?" he asked then.

Astarion glared at him, his ruby-red eyes full of fiery rage. Baring his fangs, he roared: "Don't you dare! Don't you dare pitying me!"

"I'm not."

"Of course, you are! You always thought you're above me, above everyone else, because you were Mystra's Chosen! You were always haughty, but now that you've reached godhood, you're so much worse! You scolded me for being power-hungry and for ascending, but you did the exact same thing, Gale Dekarios!"

The addressed inhaled sharply, the air around him crackled again. The electricity of the magic made Astarion's hair stand on end.

"Vampire ascension changes a person," Gale replied. "It kills all your feelings. Your soul. You're not yourself anymore, Astarion."

"You know nothing about me!" roared the vampire lord. "I'm no longer a pathetic, scared spawn. I'm finally strong enough to force anyone to their knees and ensure my safety. I no longer have to run and hide."

"But at what cost? Your siblings and seven thousand innocent victims are dead. And so is Tav."

"Don't speak their name! You have no right! They were mine and you kill them!"

"They were a Bhaalspawn, Astarion. They attacked us at the reunion party. I had to save us."

Astarion screamed. His bat wings split the skin and shirt on his back and unfurled to their full glory. Usually, he had himself under control, but apparently not today.

"They were mine! They were my perfect vampire spawn spouse. Mine, forever!" Astarion heaved a breath he technically didn't need to breathe. He felt dizzy and nauseous all of a sudden. With another scream, he collapsed onto the floor. "They were my mad love."

"Astarion..." Gale moved closer, kneeled down beside him and pulled him into an embrace. The vampire sobbed, not remembering when he'd started to cry.

"I'm sorry," whispered the God of Ambition and kissed Astarion's temple.

The latter went very still under him. They had never really touched each other before today and the quick, mindless kiss was definitely unexpected. Something bitter and ugly coiled in Astarion's stomach at the gentle affection he received. He wanted to hurt Gale, to punish him for what he'd done to him and to his beloved spawn.

"I should kill you," Astarion growled viciously. "I should make you pay for what you’ve done."

"Then do it."

The words made the vampire's thoughts come to a screeching halt and he stared up at Gale.

"What?" he whispered.

"Punish me, Astarion."

"No, that was just –"

"Do it. Make me pay for killing Tav. For berating you for your choices. For not being able to save the grove from Tav's bloodlust. For not being able to save Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and Minthara. If you believe I deserve it, then, punish me for failing you and everyone else."

Gale's words stoke the fire of hatred in Astarion again. He felt violent and the wish to hurt the other man grew with every second. The vampire gave in to his urges and grabbed a handful of Gale's hair, yanking his head back painfully, gleeful to see the other man wince.

"You'll regret your words soon enough," sneered Astarion. "You'll wish you haven't left your cosy little spot in the Divine Planes."

He saw Gale swallow thickly, eyes big and nervous, and felt a sick kind of satisfaction. Astarion tugged on the other man's hair again, ordering: "Stay where you are. Don't you dare move."

The vampire stood up and retracted his wings, sneering down at Gale.

"You're exactly where you belong; on your knees. Soon, you'll beg for mercy. – Now, take your clothes off."

The addressed squirmed, but snapped his fingers and his clothes disappeared. Grinning, Astarion traced the branding of the Netherese Orb on Gale's chest with his fingers. The dangerous fracture of ancient Weave was still stuck there, emitting a subtle purple light under the vampire's pale fingers. Now though, with Karsus' Crown and Gale's godhood status, the Orb was permanently stabilised and had become a part of Gale, just like the rest of the ancient magic.

Astarion dug his fingers deep into the silvery blue skin, feeling its warmth and the chest hair. Gale grimaced and hissed at the pain. The vampire revelled in it.

"Look at you," he mocked. "At my feet. What would the other gods say if they knew, eh?"

"I don't care," answered Gale, and strangely enough Astarion believed him.

Suddenly, the vampire smacked him across the cheek with an open palm. The God of Ambition gasped, looking up at him. Shock and surprise written all over his face. Astarion laughed and hit his other side. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed loudly through the room.

"That's not enough," Astarion voiced his sick thoughts. "You need real punishment."

With that, he took a step back to open his belt and free it from his trousers. Gale's eyes widen in realisation. Astarion sneered. He was ill in the head and he knew it. Still, he ordered: "Get up, hold onto the base of your statue, and bend over."

The addressed trembled slightly when he obeyed and hid his face behind his hair as he lowered his head between his shoulders. Astarion stalked closer, sliding his fingers along the leather belt.

"Good," he praised and Gale shuddered slightly.

Interesting... The vampire cracked the belt over Gale's right butt cheek with force, revelling in the sharp cry of pain he coaxed out of the other man.

"Yes. Sing for me, pet."

Another hit, another cry. Astarion grinned, lost in a mixture of rage, arousal, and sick fantasies. Drunk on power. He landed another two blows on each butt cheek before he stopped. Gale was panting elaborately now, arms and legs shaking slightly. Astarion leant forwards and licked up a rivulet of black blood that welled from where Gale's skin had broken. The vampire made a face at the taste. It didn't reek of bile anymore like it had before, but there was something sharp and acrid about Gale's blood.

"You still taste disgusting."

At that, the God of Ambition chuckled lightly.

"Apologies. My body contains even more Netherese magic than before, thus, I'm sure it –"

Gale's reply ended in a yell when Astarion racked his sharp fingernails down his back, leaving bloody trails behind.

"You're still talking too much," the vampire said coldly. "I guess it needs more drastic measures to shut you up."

Astarion pushed Gale back down on his knees again and forced his jaw open with one hand, pressing his thumb into his mouth to pry it open. With the other hand, he freed his dick from his trousers skilfully. Gale's eyes widened in fear, but Astarion couldn't hear his pulse quickening. Actually, he couldn't hear a heartbeat at all.

Right. Gale's a god now. Immortal like me, the vampire realised, slightly bitter about it.

"What? Never sucked a cock before?" he taunted, releasing his grip on Gale's jaw to let him speak.

"Mystra liked to change her form sometimes. Thus, I know how to –"

"Don't speak that bitch's name ever again!" spat Astarion, riled up. "That bitch doesn't deserve to be worshipped nor anything else! Least your attention. She's the reason for your folly."

Surprised, the God of Ambition looked up at him. Oh, how Astarion wished the other's eyes were still as brown and expressive as they’d been before his ascension to godhood.

"I – Apologies. I didn't know it would upset you so much, but you've asked if I had any exp-"

"Shut up and suck me off, pet," Astarion interrupted him harshly, grabbed Gale's jaw again, and shoved his member into the other man's mouth and down his throat. The latter made a choking noise.

"Don't be dramatic. You don't need to breathe anymore," Astarion taunted and the addressed glared up at him. An ugly grin split the vampire's face. "How does it feel, God of Ambition? On your knees and used like a toy by a mere vampire lord. Where are your godly powers now?"

At that, Gale slightly bit down on Astarion's cock as a warning. The latter gripped the god's hair tighter, hissing: "Don't you dare."

To Astarion's surprise, Gale obeyed and his jaw went slack again, letting himself be face-fucked by the vampire who moaned blissfully. Astarion's eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed as deep as he could and spilled down Gale's throat.

"That's it, darling," he groaned. "Take it."

And the God of Ambition moaned as he swallowed the vampire lord's cold seeds. Astarion bit his lip to hold back a whimper. It felt so good. So loving.

He'd tried to find joy in sex again ever since Tav had been killed, but nothing and no one excited him anymore. Everything felt fake and wrong. Either because Astarion forced himself to enjoy it, or because whoever joined him in bed only did so because they were terrified of him or wanted something from him.

It didn't feel fake or wrong now. The only thing that felt wrong was forcing Gale to go along with what he wanted, but Astarion didn't particularly care about that right now. He still panted as he stared at the ceiling of the Szarr palace. The place that once had been his prison, had become his unwelcoming, cold home. Astarion hated it. He blinked slowly before looking down at Gale. A genuine soft smile appeared on the vampire's beautiful face.

"So good for me," he praised and couldn't keep himself from gently running his fingers through Gale's hair. "You can release me now."

That he did. Gasping for air and coughing, Gale looked positively wrecked and Astarion felt smug and almost satisfied, but when the God of Ambition initiated to stand up, the vampire spoke sharply: "I'm not done with you, pet."

The addressed froze.

"Astarion, I think that's quite enough. You had your revenge."

"I decide when it's enough! As I said, I'm not done with you, God of Ambition!"

In a sudden outburst of anger, Astarion backhanded him across the face, sending Gale onto the floor again. Sneering, Astarion placed a foot on the other man's chest and pushed him backwards onto the cold marble floor.

"You took everything from me," growled the vampire lord.

At that, Gale bristled.

"That's not true! You did this to yourself, Astarion! I warned you. I warned you that the ritual would change you and it had. It took away all of your humanity."

"Humanity?!" roared Astarion and cackled. "I'm an elf! I never had any humanity in me in the first place!"

"You know what I mean! Look how cold you're acting now. No more empathy. No more feelings. No more heart. No more love."

Snarling, Astarion bent over Gale, bringing their faces so close together that they felt each other's breaths on their skins when they spoke.

"My heart stopped beating over two hundred years ago when I was turned into a spawn. My heart's long dead – and so is yours now."

Astarion grabbed the other man's thighs and pushed them upwards, purring: "You better use that grease spell on your rear or I'll take you dry."

Gale's shocked, almost terrified, expression wasn't as satisfying as the vampire lord had hoped for.

"Astarion... please..."

"Any time now, Gale!" the addressed snarled, baring his fangs.

The God of Ambition looked hurt now, and even though he was trembling in fear, he muttered the spell.

"What an obedient pet," praised Astarion and pushed all the way into him until he bottomed out.

Gale screamed hoarsely, tears running down his face as he dug his nails into the vampire's shoulders. The latter set a violent pace, revelling in the other man's cries, and started to choke him just for fun. Gale wheezed, gasping for air. He obviously didn't need to breathe anymore, but his brain apparently hadn't gotten the memo yet.

"Astarion... please..." the God of Ambition begged, gulping in ragged breaths and the addressed squeezed his neck just a little tighter for a second to taunt him before releasing him. Gale's eyes rolled for a second as he gulped in lungful’s of air in a panic.

"We're not so different, you and I," sneered Astarion. "We both ascended, became something far more powerful than others could ever dream of. We're both immortals and can inflict terror in anyone. You're as power-hungry and greedy as me, Gale."

"If I... if I could turn back time," the addressed sobbed. "I'd stop you from ascending and I'd return the crown to Mystra. We both lost our humanity, our hearts, and ourselves. We sought power to prove ourselves, but we lost everything dear to us in the process. Now, there's only loneliness for us."

"Shut up!" yelled Astarion and buried his fangs in Gale's neck. His blood was vile and insulting, but also held power, so much power. Pure magic. The vampire wondered briefly if he'd become even more powerful if he'd drain the other man dry, or if the Netherese magic would kill him instead. He didn't care either way.

Gale choked on a sob, but continued talking.

"I'm sorry I failed to save us. I'm sorry I couldn't save you from yourself. I regret it. Forgive me... please."

His body went limp under Astarion, his hands losing their grip on the vampire's shoulders. Almost panicked, the latter, stopped drinking from him to stare at the other man instead. Astarion grabbed Gale's face with both hands, slightly shaking him.

"Don't die! You're a God, you can't die! Don't you dare leave me alone!"

Groaning, the God of Ambition opened his eyes.

" 'm not dying. Just... tired... can't...."

Suddenly, Astarion felt vile and it finally hit him what he'd done. He let go of Gale as if the touch had burned him and slipped his softening dick out of him. The vampire scooted back on his bare arse, horrified of his actions, before bending sideways and retching onto the floor. Gale's black blood was a stark contrast to the white-grey marble floor.

"Ugh..." Astarion groaned miserably and dry-heaved again. "I'm - I'm a monster. Just - just like - Cazador."

His eyes flitted back to Gale who winced as he sat up. All the fight had left the vampire and he trembled now.

"Why?" His eyes spilled over, an ugly sob escaping his throat. "Why did you let me hurt you like this? You're a god, you could have easily overpowered me."

"Because -" Gale wheezed. "Because it seemed like you needed it. You're lonely, sad, and hurt. Let me help you. Let me ease your suffering."

"Gods, you're the worst," Astarion cried and, before he could get cold feet, he crawled back to kiss the God of Ambition. He didn't expect the thrum of magic that zapped through him like lightning, even though he should have. Gale was glowing with old Netherese magic after all. It wasn't unpleasant though, thus, Astarion didn't pull away. Gale moaned – loudly, desperately, wantonly, needy – and deepened their kiss as he wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck. The Orb in his chest started to pulse with purple light, illuminating the cold marbled room. Astonished, Astarion gently stroke the mark with his fingers, hissing at the crackling magic there.

“It - it glows?”

“When - when I’m excited, yes,” Gale panted, slightly bashfully. Then, he added: "I'm - I am too."

"You're what, darling?"

"I'm lonely, sad, and hurt too. I no longer want to be alone. I miss having company I can trust."

"Yes," sobbed Astarion, desperately clinging to Gale's shoulders. "I miss it too. Please, Gale, please don't leave me. Don't go back to the Astral Planes."

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to stay in the mortal realm, but I want to."

"You're a god. Can't gods do whatever they please?"

Gale sighed, answering: "Not always. It's complicated. But I stay as long as I can and if I must go, I'll come back as soon and for as long as I'm allowed. – If that's what you want."

Astarion nodded hastily.

"Yes, yes, I want that. Please, Gale."

"Yes," answered the God of Ambition simply and the vampire lord kept weeping.

3 months later

Astarion awoke from his reverie to the chirping of sparrows and screeching of seagulls. He stretched lazily under the white sheets, sleepily gazing at the sun-dappled room in Gale's tower in Waterdeep. Next to him, his lover stirred and Astarion turned to look at him. Gale looked ethereal as always. Like Astarion, he didn't need to sleep anymore, but he loved the sentiment of it.

"Good morning, darling."

Smiling softly, the ascended vampire lord stroke the God of Ambition's cheek, marvelling at his soft, long mane and silvery-blue, warm skin yet again.

"Good morning, dear," said Gale, voice husky from sleep.

Astarion leaned over to kiss him gently and Gale hummed happily. The vampire rolled on top of him easily, deepening their kiss while stroking his lover's hair out of his face. For a while they simply kissed, entangling their tongues, while rubbing against each other. When it wasn't enough anymore, Astarion asked: "Darling... may I?"

And Gale nodded, easily parting his legs around the vampire after the latter had pushed away the blankets.

"So gorgeous," praised Astarion before engulfing his lover's erection with his mouth.

Gale sighed blissfully, running his fingers through the vampire's white curls while closing his eyes. The latter stretched out his hand and, with a flick of Gale's wrist, a bottle of oil flew over to him. Astarion caught it easily, pouring some of the oil directly onto his lover's perineum and coating his fingers with it. Then, he started to carefully prepare Gale. Fingers pumping in and out of his hole while sucking him off. The God of Ambition panted and moaned beautifully as the Orb in his chest started pulsating with purple light. It was music to Astarion's ears.

"I'm ready," Gale panted and the vampire looked up at him, mirth sparkling in his ruby-red eyes.

"I don't deem you ready yet, darling," he retorted, basically bent his lover in half, and dove his tongue into him.

Gale almost yelled, clawing the sheets as he let out a string of moans.

"Astarion... Astarion..."

He repeated the name like a prayer and the vampire revelled in it. Gale's fingers tightened in the sheets, his hips spasming.

"Astarion!" he warned, sobbing.

The Orb in his chest started to glow brighter and brighter. The vampire knew his lover was close, thus, he kept going. Gale climaxed with a hoarse shout, spilling his seeds over his own belly and torso, and the light of the Orb exploded, making the god's entire body glow purple, almost as bright as the sun. When the light diminished, Astarion finally let go of Gale, placing one last kiss on his hole. Then, he bent forward and licked up his lover's still warm spent. When he was done, he wiggled his tongue into Gale's mouth to let him taste himself. The latter moaned and kissed back eagerly. Finally, the vampire entered his lover, slowly and carefully.

"You're so beautiful," he praised, gazing at the man beneath him through half-lidded eyes.

The God of Ambition blushed, intertwining their fingers.

"So are you," he whispered.

They kissed again, deeply but tenderly, as they made love (yes, love. They weren't fucking). Gale moaned blissfully and Astarion let out a harsh breath every time he bottomed out and his eyes threatened to roll back in his head. The vampire licked his lover's sweaty neck before biting down gently and drinking his vile but oh-so addictive blood.

"I love you," mewled Gale, throwing his head back on the pillow, and, with a loud moan, Astarion reached his high, spilling into his lover. Even through his closed eyelids, he could see how Gale emanated purple light once more. The vampire collapsed onto the God of Ambition, removed his fangs and licked the wounds until they stopped bleeding. With a deep sigh, he placed his head on Gale's shoulder.

"I love you too," he whispered.

He's content when the other man wrapped an arm around him and held him close. They dwelled like this for a while, recharging.

"I want to stay like this forever," revealed Astarion, slightly bashful.

Gale smiled, tenderly stroking the scars on his lover's back.

"Well, technically, we can," he answered teasingly and the vampire snickered.

"Yoo-hoo, Astarion, Gale!" lilted Kalina as she scuttled through the doorway and jumped up onto the bed. "Good morning, lovebirds. May I remind you that I am neither a god nor a vampire and need real substance to survive. It's already elven o'clock!"

The men chuckled amused and Astarion replied: "Of course, Kalina. We're very sorry that we forgot the time. I'll feed you right away."

With a happy purr, the tressym hopped off the bed and rushed towards the door.

"Ah, one more thing." She turned around to look at the pair with her pretty blue eyes. "I've spoken to Mrs. Dekarios and Tara and they've both agreed to visit you tomorrow."

"Really?"

Gale smiled broadly and happily. These were the moments Astarion missed his lover's human form. He'd always had such beautiful, expressive, warm, brown eyes. Now, they were simply two pools of bright, white light.

Kalina nodded.

"They're compliant on the condition that you'll meet up regularly and behave decently. No ascended, godlike behaviour and such."

"That can be arranged," Gale replied, smiling fondly.

Astarion simply nodded.

"Wonderful," the tressym purred. "And now that that's settled, I'd like my very plentiful brunch, if you'd be so kind."

Barking an amused laugh, Astarion swung out of bed, put on one of Gale's robes, and followed Kalina to the kitchen. The God of Ambition got up too, walking to the window in his birthday suit, and watched how the wheels of time and life spun.

'Fate spins along as it should' Withers had said, and he'd been right.

With a deep sigh, Gale gazed at the sea.

If I could turn back time, I would, and I'd change so many things, he thought woefully. But it's impossible and we must live with our decisions.

He smiled when Astarion wrapped his arms around his middle from behind, kissed his shoulder, and muttered: "Come back to bed, darling. I want to ride you until the sun goes down."

Even though our fates seemed dark, we've found the few specks of light in the darkness, the God of Ambition thought as he was led back to bed by his ascended vampiric lover.

Over the past three months, they'd realised that they both were still capable to feel and to love. Their true selves still existed, underneath all the power and ascension. The men clung to them more consciously now, not willing to let go of their humanity, hearts, and souls. It was a wonderful revelation.

Astarion and Gale would live forever, but they'd also love each other forever.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion x gale #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #oc #original character #Kalina the tressym #smut #non con #mind the trigger warning

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TEACHERS

Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader W/ Children (Ep 1)

Summary: This episode of Mortal Kombat is called Teachers

Tags: Family & Fun

A/N: I will make a series out of this, and comic it into the OC! It helps with ideas and Bluey inspired, but I hope you ladies still like it 💅🏾

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“Daddy are you sure you’re alright watching the girls by yourself. While I take the boys to see there cousins match.” You already had your coat and everything on, along with the boys.

Bi-Han and the girls were seeing them off at the entrance. “The fact you question my ability to watch my own children, offends me.” He said with a bit of agitation.

The Girls Giggled at him, “Aww my ice king, you know that’s not what I mean. It’s because my cousin was hoping you could watch your favorite little person. When my cuz come pick us up.”

“Who is the favorite person, you speak of?” As soon as those words left his mouth, a little girl came storming in. Arms wide and glasses almost falling off.

“BIHANNNNNNNNNNN!” She yelled jumping in his arms.

“Angelica!?”

“HOORAY! The girls cheered.

He put her down, she took a step back bowing to him formal. “It’s nice to see you again Grandmaster! COUSINS!”

The girls ran and hugged each other. Bi Han went his attention to you and your cousin quickly leaving before he can complain.

“Thank you babe, love u!”

“Thanks Bi-Han!”

You and your cousin yelled out to him before she drove off with her and the boys.

Bi-Han only sighed looking down at the girls, “So what is it my little princesses and student like to do.”

They smirked at each other, “TEACHERS!” They yelled in unison.

Bi-Han was trying to fight off so many demons, because denying them of any fun would cause havoc. Although he will not suffer alone.

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*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*

Angelica tapping the board with a ruler, “Attention students! I will be your teacher for today. My name is Ms. Um… uh… Ms. POPSICLE!” She said in an old lady voice, The girls laughed.

Angelica was dressed in oversized clothes and glasses with strings on it and hanging at her nose. Someone raised there hand.

“Yes um…” she looked and squinted at her clip board. “Mr. Vrbada”

“Do we have to call you that? May we just call you Ms. Angel-OW!” Angelica smacked his hand with a ruler.

“No! It’s Ms. Popsicle and you will refer me as such or you’ll be put in a timeout young man with your head down like your siblings, understand?”

“Yes Ms… popsicle.” He said quietly at the end. Kuai and Bi-Han snickering, trying hold in a laugh with there head down on the desks

“Good! Now who’s ready for gym class!?” Angelica shouted. The girls cheered, but the brothers and Lin Kuei had their resentment for it. Although they didn’t say anything.

The girls were really happy with there family was playing with them. It’s always fun when there father joins it. They were playing jump rope for gym, one of the Lin Kuei were reluctant.

Till they felt a coldness run down there spine, “You heard Miss Popsicle J U M P.” Bi-Han order him, giving him the tone of do it or else.

They did many school type activities, as it was getting close to there mother and brothers returning home.

There last activity was arts & crafts, which some of the Lin Kuei was enjoying. Along with the two brothers. “Are you enjoying yourself brother?” Kuai Liang asked sitting next Bi-Han.

“Define F U N Kuai Liang.” Bi-Han responded unhappily. Kuai Liang just smiled at his brother. Because despite his denial, he definitely is taking it seriously.

He didn’t know his brother had a skill in arts in crafts, as he made art folds of different animals.

“Attention students! As we conclude today’s class. I would like to announce that, EVERYONE HAS PASSED!” Angelica put her hands up happy, then Lin Kuei cheered. Mainly due to the fact it’ll be over.

“As a special graduation, these four girls made all of you a special piece.”

It was Bi-Han’s daughters that made cute little cards for the Lin Kuei attending the class. As well as her uncles and father.

They made a very special one together for there father. It was skillfully decorated and written, with a picture of the family, “Do you like it?” One of his daughters asked nervously.

“Of course I love it, thank you my daughters.” He hugged all four of them tightly.

“I actually have something for you four and your cousin. From what I learned in art and crafts.” Bi-Han showed them the little animal folds he’s made for them.

Which they really loved, and when the game finally ended he gave Angelica hers. She bounced from Joy and thought it was so cool and amazing.

“I’m sure my girls are hungry?” He asked them.

“Yes!”

He had the Lin Kuei prepare a meal, which they obeyed happily. They were a bit emotional from the cards they gave them. Each one was special.

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“Bi-Han we’re back!” You shouted, you noticed it was very silent.

Making the boys go on full alert scouting the premise. Before giving their mother and cousin the okay.

“You hey cuz you hear that?” Your cousin asked, you stopped to listen. Then heard a tv on in the girls room.

All of you went towards the sound and peaked in the room. Your heart melt so hard, Bi-Han was sleep with all the girls cuddled around on the bed. Including Angelica in the pile, a lil snore coming from her mouth. They fell asleep watching a movie.

“You don’t mind if Angelica spent the night do you?”

“Girl please, call me when she’s ready to go home. Bye boo, by boys.” Your cousin whispered her farewells.

“I guess you boys are sleeping with mommy tonight. I may need protecting.” You smirked at them. As you all left them be and asleep, you guessed they must of had a very eventful day.

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A/N: I really like doing the softer stories :>

Side Note: So an extra tidbit I still try to keep some of the characteristics and personality of the characters from MK1 or how I believe they are. Bi-Han is still a bit mean and attitude issues. With a superiority complex.

For me instead of making him evil he’s really like an anti-hero he’ll do what he sees fit, but he does care for his family and is gentle when it comes to them. If anyone questions how I write them :>

#mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #reader insert #fanfic #black fanfic writer #black family #tomas vrbada #kuai liang #lin kuei #family fanfic #family fun time #bi han loves his daughters #bi han and his children

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you @valeskafics for allowing my self-indulgent series to continue 😆 This story was actually an anon request and I cannot thank them enough for suggesting this wonderful piece!

Here is the masterlist for the other talented writers I have spoken with! If you have any suggestions, please send them over. 💜

Name: valeskafics

Story: Through One Thousand Worlds and Ten Thousand Lifetimes

Paring: Aemond Targaryen, Osferth, Tom Bennett, Billy Washington, Ettore x Reader

WARNINGS: See each chapter for individual, more precise warnings. Written for a female reader.

So, when did you start writing? 

I’ve been writing fic since I was in 5th grade. I only started publishing it during COVID. My first fic I ever posted was a Robb Stark/OC SMAU, but the first one I ever WROTE was a ridiculously out of pocket Draco x Veela!OC fic where the Jonas Brothers show up for some reason.

What inspired the plot for Through One Thousand Worlds and Ten Thousand Lifetimes?

My friend, Yeni (@connorsui), was talking to me about a oneshot I had just written and mentioned that she always imagined my oneshots as being connected. She said she imagined that somehow, Aemond and Reader always manage to find each other, no matter what universe they're in.

That's what gave me the initial idea for the story, so it was really all thanks to her.

I really enjoyed that the connection between the Ewanverse characters and how they were drawn to her, one way or another.

Yeah, it was kinda hard keeping them similar enough to each other to have them be reincarnations, but also distinct enough that they were still true to the different characters (i.e. Ettore still being a genuinely bad person). It was challenging but so fun!!!!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

I took a bit of inspiration, especially in the Aemond chapters, from the main character in the movie "47 Ronin." The female lead was this young woman who was constantly being torn away from the man she loved (played by our king Keanu), and seeing the way she still clung to the hope of them being together even though it was hopeless just made me think… Wow, I'd really like to write a fic with similar themes. So that definitely was a huge inspiration for the characterization of the Reader.

The title actually came from a quote from that movie too!

Do you have a favorite chapter?

I think the final chapter (Modern!Aemond) was my favorite because I absolutely love exploring what Aemond would be like in modern times! In this one, I went with him being kind of dorky. While the other chapters were so tragic, I got to add some comedy to that one and kind of make it up to the readers for making them suffer every week.

Did you feel your Reader complemented every reincarnation?

I think she very much was the light to each character’s darkness. Most of the Ewanverse characters are pretty tragic. I think the Reader in each chapter was able to give him happiness and love, where in canon he didn’t really have that opportunity.

Do you think you will add on to this story?

Honestly, most likely not. Since it ends with Reader and Aemond uniting in the afterlife, ready to spend eternity together, adding anything as a sequel would take away from that ending. What I might do is, if Ewan appears in a period piece, add a chapter with Reader and that Ewan character as a reincarnation.

Do you have a personal favorite story you'd like to share?

A personal favorite story of mine is definitely "A Taste of Depravity" by @youraverageaemondsimp. I feel like Cole!Reader who is Rhaenyra's daughter is rare, so it really stuck with me. Also, Mae writes fantastic smut so it sent me to another planet.

Is there another mini-series you might be working on?

I'm currently working on two miniseries for Aemond - one based on "The Lion King 2" where he'll be like Kovu and Reader will be Kiara while the other is based on "The Summer I Turned Pretty", with Aemond playing Conrad's role.

Could we get a sneak peek?

The scent of burning wood and the taste of ash in your mouth pervades your senses as you struggle to breathe, racing through the Kingswood. Your first solo hunt. It took months for Mother to finally agree, and only after you recruited Daemon to your cause. And now, even if you do manage to make it out of this unscathed, you know Mother will likely skin you alive. Perhaps she’ll even send you to the Dreadfort and have you flayed by the Boltons. Shadow rears back when a tree falls in front of the two of you, sending a new wave of flames your way. You fall from her back, your body hitting the grass, fading from consciousness as the sound of her hooves galloping away echoes in your ears. It’s not until the rise and fall of your chest steadies and your eyes flutter shut that he approaches, a smirk on his face at the realization that everything has gone perfectly to plan. He kneels down, brushing your hair off your face, taken aback for a moment at just how different you look from the last time he saw you, all those years ago. When the two of you considered each other friends. He heaves you into his arms, placing you on his own steed, quickly penning a raven and sending it off before riding away with you, back to the Red Keep. Grandsire, The plan has been set into motion. All my best, Aemond

#interview with a writer #iwaw23 #bts #of their brilliant writing #writing community #writing stuff #writers on tumblr

[dazieswrites]

A/n: so, in advance, there are oc characters. The names are: Ryan, Tyler, Aurora, and ofc [Name]

even in other universes, i'll love you

"Dude, why are there so many butterflies today?" Stepping inside Mount Justice, Wally was bombarded by colorful butterflies. He swatted at them, trying to get the winged creatures away from his face.

Artemis popped out her head from around the corner, waving the redhead over, which he reluctantly followed.

"What's all of this abo-" The blonde puts a hand over his mouth. "You never stop talking, do you?" She hisses at him.

With a roll of his eyes, Wally averts his attention to a few other teenagers who were conversing with his friends. One person catches his attention.

A girl surrounded by butterflies.

Curiously, she observes everyone, taking an extreme interest in Kaldur, but quickly looks at the speedster with butterflies attached to his body.

He watches her eyes widen. "Oh my goodness!" She races over to him, lightly shoving past her friends, and walks over to Wally. "I'm so sorry. They don't usually act this way." Carefully she guides the creature off his body and onto hers. "I don't know what's gotten into them."

"It's, uhm, it's alright." He took in the scene, ignoring Artemis's smirk, thinking the girl before he looked like a princess straight from the movies. "I'm Wally."

"[Name]." She smiles at him, eyes crinkling, making his heart race faster than usual. "It's nice to finally meet you, Wally. Your friends speak highly of you."

"Really?" He only receives a head nod.

Wally's caught off guard when a butterfly lands on his nose. "She really likes you." [Name] can see how Miss Claudina latched onto him, almost as though she was hugging him. "Would you like to keep her?"

"[Name]! You can't just give them away!" Your team leader, Ryan, yells at her.

She gives a shrug to the boy. "If it will make Miss Claudina happy, I will."

"I don't know." Wally responses while [Name] gets dragged away. "Butterflies don't live that long. A month max."

"Not mine." You pull away to share with him. Placing your hand before your mouth so the others couldn't see, forening a secret. "They only die if you don't feed them. They die in action, or if anything happens to me. Miss Claudina should live a long life if handled correctly."

"I don't know..."

"I trust you with her."

"How will we get home?" [Name] asked, looking at the Justice League members. Her team members nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," Tyler looks at the older superheroes. "We've missed so much school."

"If Aurora got you all here in the first place," Batman looks at the girl asleep on the medical bed. "She should be able to get you back. We've tried letting her come to on her own, but we may need to try and wake her up."

[Name] and Ryan shared a look, then glanced down at their injured friend. "That will cause her more pain, yes?"

"She has already suffered enough. Can we not wait for her to wake up on her own?" The butterfly user questions, swinging her arms in protest. "She isn't in the best condition. How do we know she'll be able to use her powers?"

"You kids have been here for over two months." Canary tries to reason. "You all need to get back to your world."

"We aren't risking Aurora!"

Outside the med bay, the young justice team listens, hearing the pained voices trying to defend their friend. As much as they knew it was logical to send the group of four home, the thought of risking the youngest of the group weighed heavily.

"Hey, KF," Robin nudges Wally, knocking him out of his trance. "You gonna miss her when she leaves?"

"Who?"

"Name and probably Miss Claudina," Rob answers nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders at his friend's now sad expression. "The butterfly will probably choose her handler over you in the end, so ya know."

"Yeah, I get it, jerk."

The door to the med bay swings open, and Ryan bursts out, followed closely by [Name] and her 'friends' fluttering close behind. Ryan looks furious, his purple eyes shining with his anger.

"Ryan! Come on!" [Name] calls out chasing the brunette through the hall, to the room the leader had temporarily claimed, only to have the door closed in her face.

In front of the door, she places her forehead on the metal material as an exhausted sigh escapes her lips. This wasn't the time for them to be angry at one another; they had to keep their cools and stick together. It seemed as though others had different plans.

"You okay?"

Still with her forehead against the door, a smile stretches across her lips. One of the highlights of [Name]'s time here. "I'm fine, but the others aren't." Turning around, she met the green eyes she'd grown to adore in her time here. "You wanna watch another one of the movies from here?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." Not wanting to waste time, Wally uses his speed to get her to the couch in less than 2 seconds. "Here you are, madam."

"Aw, such a gentleman." The smile remains on her face, watching as the speedster fiddles with the remote trying to find a good movie to play. "I'm gonna miss this."

"Huh?"

"When we leave. I'm going to miss you, Wally." [Name] provides a giggle to occupy the awkward silence from her words. "Sorry for dampening the mood. It's just- it's just, the time I've spent here, with you, I'm really going to miss it."

"I'll miss it too." He puts the remote on the small table beside him, taking her hand.

Looking down at their connected hands, [Name] heart races. The excitement she feels shows in the butterflies lingering around Mount Justice. "I really like you, Wally."

"I really like you too." The speedster looks into her eyes, feeling the nervousness radiating off [Name]. "I think I fell in love with you these last few months you've been here."

"I think I'm falling."

Wally softly smiles at [Name]. "Can I kiss you?"

Nodding her head, [Name]'s eyes practically sparkle when Wally's lips contact hers. It was a quick peck, but it made the two happy. Wally practically vibrates with happiness while multiple red butterflies land on [Name]'s hair.

"Even in other universes, I'll love you, [Name]."

#wally west x reader #wally west imagine #kid flash x reader #kid flash imagine #wally west fluff #dc comics #the flash #young justice #young justice fic #wally west x y/n #wally west x you

[marvelita85]

Avy jorrāelan

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryion reader oc

you were stanting before him, your grandfather already made his wish of his second son and you his favourite grandaughter the one who looked so much like his late mother with your eyes one green one lilac to be united in matrimony, and you couldnt believe Aemond accepted just like that, you were sure your mother and Alicent had something to say about the kings desition and you thought you had to speak with Aemond if you wanted to be free of that engagment before it was too late

I've heard you were looking for me

I just wanted to talk, we cant keep with this engagment Aemond...

it is the king´s desition

and you are alright with it? because the last time we saw eachother you didnt hold any good sentiments towards me or my brothers

dont get them in this, please, you were always my friend growing up...

yes we were, but we havent seen eachother in 6 years, you stoped writing to me and in all honesty I dont think you care, why condemning ourselfs to a marriage that wont make us happy

are you that discusted with this betrothal, I'm willing to perform my duty

this goes beyond that Aemond and you know it, at the end of the day you will remain loyal to your mother, and I to mine, there is no way we will bend to the will of the other, and we will always be on other side of the family- aparently he didnt have anything to say about that knowing you were right - we have to stop this before is too late, we have to speak with grandsire

I cant do that...our union is for the best for the family, thats how my father see it, and his point of view is valid, we together as you say we are from 2 different branch of the family and getting together we will prevent many things that are about to come when the king is no more on this earth

a war you mean, your mother and grandfather will tried to name Aegon king without the right to do so

is Aegon´s right as first born son

the king had 20 years to named him heir and he didnt, everyone knows he is not suited to be king, and if that really happend war will break whatever we are married or not, that is treason and I wont be a prisioner in my oun hause

no one will make you feel a prisoner here

still I feel out of place in Kings Landing, is not my home

you didnt even give it a chance, your idea might change if

if I married you...I wish things were different, between us, between my brothers, becasue you like it or not they are my brothers and I love them, what wouldnt make me happy to marry my best friend than someone that I dont know

,Aemond growing up you meant the world to me and everything was different after Driffmark

you were too... and I stoped writing because I though you didnt want me to anymore...

it hurted at first then i learned to live with it

you forgot about me...

no, but you werent a constant anymore and I learn to live my life like that without you in it

we have the chance to change that, to learn to live together again, to stay together

there wasnt a way out of that marriage and you know it, everyone saying it was a good match and Aemond trying his best to be everyday by your side and do your favourite things, from reading together in the library to fly in dragon back with Vaghar and Shadow, your dragon didnt like vaghar much but Shadow didnt care as long you were with him and calm

you couldnt say you didnt enjoy his atention and your time together it was like before when you were kids and you defended him from your brothers and his, and the builing he suffered, you got all the resentment he felt now he was an adult but you couldnt be completly at ease

time passed your brothers and mother return to dragonstone and your grandsire asked you if you wanted to stay and Aemond was hopefull you say yes

you decided to stay and spend more time with your bethroded and your grandsire, after all they were your family too, and if you wished to go, the dragon pit was a short walked from the keep

what is this?

well your wedding preparations princess...

no there not, this is the faight of the seven... Im not marrying into that faight

it is your future husband´s faight my lady - you didnt say no more and you stomed out looking for Aemond and demand an explanation

how is that preparations are made ot marry us in the faight of the seven...

exuse us my lord...- Aemond dismissed Lord Lanister who looked at you funny your eyes shut the man out and he retired the room

it is my mother´s doing Im not involved in the preparations as you can see

not of course you prefer to spend your days training with Sir Criston or fly with Vaghar or read in the library but to know your own wedding preparations in your mothers hand knowing to well my thoughs about it

what are your thoughts about it then?

that I marry you under old Valarya tradition or not at all - Aemond froze on his spot - and you can tell that to your mother... when you make a desition send a raven to dragonstone

you´re leaving?

I miss the freedom I had there and here lack, everywhere I go there is one of your mother´s spies to see what the princess is doing, so yes I am going to spend my last few days of freedom beside my family

Alicent wasnt happy at all about the changed Aemond made her do about the weeding, she wanted her son to marry under her faight , Rhaenyra´s children werent raised under that faight at all

it is my desire mother, to marry under old valarya tradition just like y/n

I had hopes she didnt changed you my son, but you are turning in the same boy who was so inlove with her growing up

she was always kind to me, and I...

I know you love her my son just hope she does aswell as much

your spirits were lifted going back to Dragonstone and spend a few weeks away form the Keep you missed your grandsire but being with your family was what you needed

Rhaenyra and all the family traveled back to Kings Landing for the wedding of the princess and prince Aemond, he was waiting to recived the family along with his mother at the gate of the Keep, and you smile when he aproached kissing your hand, your brothers made a face but they didnt coment anything about them, after all Luke and Jace loved you and you them very much, you were very united

dinner with all the family was peculiar as the tensing calm even Rhaenyra and Alicent finally reunited and started to talk the last details of their children´s wedding Aemond coudlnt stop looking at his future bride, you unbodered by the stares talked with your cousins and your brothers

your grandsire the king was happy to bare witness of your wedding with Aemond, it wasnt completly old Valarya style, as it was inside the dragon pit, many smallfolk atended, the King couldnt conduct the ceremony but he was the one sitting in the throne made there, you both were so inmersed in the tradition of cuting lips and drink from the cup and say the words, Valaryan words that flow so natural from both of you, Aemond genualy seem happy and you did too

you kiss and seal your future forever - Avy jorrāelan...- Aemond wispered for you only to hear and you were in shock because those words were true and even you couldnt say them back not just yet you knew you felt them in your heart he was yours, you were his forever

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #aemond x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x velaryon reader #aemond fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[aydaptic]

I don’t know if you’ve ever been asked or addressed this but what attracted you to reed900 and what is it about r9 that you love and keeps you shipping it?

Short answer(s)

Fan art initially attracted me to the ship (...and then I started analyzing it in detail to find many other reasons to like it)

I love the potential of the interesting/unique conflicts between them

I keep shipping Reed900 bc it brings me happiness + there are not nearly enough in-character/canon compliant portrayals out there

Long answer(s)

As I'm sure you know, I'm a huge canon Gav fan. It made me want to create content for him, delve deeper into his character, study him, etc. Nevertheless, my true creative passion lies in romance... so naturally, I needed someone to pair him with.

I started looking at the characters in the game that I had encountered, but literally no one would be a nice/logical fit for him. I considered simply creating an OC -- Craig Adler for those familiar with my A&E story (WebComic | Written) -- and going from there. Less ppl (if any) would give a shit if I committed to that OC being Gav's main love interest, but I write for myself. Not others. So it wasn't an issue.

After my 1st exposure to the full game, I researched several endings bc the world intrigued me. That's when I came across Niner. Like all humans, I can be a bit shallow at times. I wanted the best for Gav and didn't find Niner attractive enough to be with him (sue me, lol.)

I then came across some incredible Reed900 fan art and I started to put aside my shallowness. I don't find Niner ugly -- he's average at best -- but he suffers from Baby Face Syndrome™ and it unnerved me a bit. Not only that, but I've always disliked Con... so I had to teach myself to see them as individuals. Niner isn't Con. They couldn't be more different personality-wise and the writers have confirmed this.

That said, I started seeing the immense potential for the interesting conflicts between Gav/Niner in particular and how to solve them.

Enemies to Lovers, in general, is my favorite trope

Niner is an android and Gav hates androids

Niner shares Con's face and Gav hates Con

Niner isn't a doormat and Gav likes bossing ppl around

Niner can easily take the job Gav is terrified to lose

Niner was (back then) a blank slate

At the time, I could mold Niner into whatever I wanted without worrying about disrespecting the source material/canon. I was shocked to learn that the overall way I envisioned him (not likable, not sweet, but intimidating and scary) was canon. That encouraged me to create more Reed900 content bc I felt like I 'got' these characters.

As for why I keep shipping them?

At a foundational level, it's bc Reed900 makes me happy. I love their love and adore the relationship dynamic I've envisioned for them (enemies to lovers, power couple, bickering, mutual respect, challenging each other, playfulness, not afraid to tell each other off, etc.) There are also not enough Canon Compliant fan works -- 99.99% of the Reed900/Gav/Niner content out there is concerningly OOC -- and I'm trying to remedy that the best I can. I've grown to care for Niner at this point, too.

I love the boys just as much now as I did back then, so I don't see myself stopping to create content for them at this rate.

#dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900 #900gavin #gavin900 #900reed #g9 #detroit: become human #long post #Q&A #anonymous #*aydaptic

[beej-machinations]

PBA Canon Character Fic Nominees

To help you choose your fave PBA '24 Best Portrayal of a Canon Character Fics, grouped by name!

I've written my own summaries, centred around the nominated character and which of their traits the story explored.

Voting Round ends April 21st (vote here x)

Card Games, Vampires, and a Very Late Letter by TheSailingRabbit Kinch enters the service while hiding a chronic illness; much later, Hogan has finally thought up a way to help him (It's very UnOrthodox). Kinch & Hogan friendship 👍👍🥲

Kinch in Mama Bear by PicassoPenguin 4+1 story of the times Kinch took care of the other bears. what's not to love? Kinch uses his skills in observation and subtlety to watch out for the crew in both direct and indirect ways.

Carter in A Brother's Bond by PicassoPenguin After the war, Little Deer misses his brothers from Barracks 14. He tells Brown Rabbit about them, how much he admires them, and about the first days when he joined the heroes ( !!! )

Carter in Exit, Pursued By A Bear by pronker Carter has questions. The extent to which the gang humors or suffers him is a delicate balance. I think the author captured his voice well :)

Hogan in Decoration Day by Abracadebra Hogan mourns, then honors, the men that have died under his command. He has to lie to Klink to do so, but that's only natural.

Hogan in Sergeant 'Don't You Sass Me, Hogan' Wilson by whatisthismandoinghere Doctors may make the worst patients, but Colonels come in at a close second.

LeBeau Hogan in Well and Truly Got by Cardinal Rose - (Hogan story, i think this was mislabelled in the poll) Hogan's luck runs out. He tries anyway, but the consequences are unavoidable.

Klink in Klink's Brother by Sam Worth Klink talks a little about his family, both real and imagined. Well captured voice and mannerisms

Klink in Yoga Session by Deepbluethinking Klink discovers that kowtowing to Burkhalter leads to kowtowing in a more literal way, to the dismay of his hamstrings.

Klink in Ashes by LightShiner14 Atypically, Klink goes to church. Childhood memories rise unbidden; and Klink reflects on the irony of attending church in the bloodied present day. There's also a question pressing at him: what does he find within himself? Does he dare examine it?

LeBeau in Operation Mother Hen by Tuttle4077 Lebeau is sick. He's miserable, prideful, and Not Happy with the fuss everyone is making - to the point of driving everyone crazy: until they recruit the best nurse (very cute)

LeBeau in Spring Flowers by Tuttle4077 a poetically evocative piece on how Lebeau witnesses the changes to his beloved Rhineland. For better, for worse, for better, for worse. for better? (the imagery is vivid, and Lebeau's love really shines through)

Uneasy Company by dust on the wind Stuck between a rock, a hard place, a Hochstetter, and more troubles on the way, Newkirk is stranded without any backup. We get to see how he thinks and performs under pressure when the crew isn't there. When he needs to use his lockpicking skills, how can he explain them to the paranoid Hochstetter?

Drop Bears by dust on the wind Newkirk makes a bet with an Australian POW, and ends up taking a different gamble and performing some last-minute acrobatics.

A Deserved Gift by Cardinal Rose Newkirk dreams up the perfect plot for springtime. Most of the crew beg off taking part, because its an unnecessary risk, but regardless the victory is sweet and enjoyed by all. (in wartime, even Petty Revenge requires Pro Revenge tactics)

Cracking the Vault by Sierra Sutherwind Reminded of his younger days, Newkirk gives himself an inconveniently timed challenge - much to the dismay of Hogan and Schultz. They support him, but tbh they had their hands tied, what else could they do? (bonus: Schultz and the OCs in this fic go through some interesting developments, but they arent the focus in this category)

Once Is Enough by Abracadebra Newkirk is recruited as the reluctant accomplice in Marya's latest wild scheme. He shows off his skills at bluffing, snarking, and griping >:) i like how the more stressed he gets the funnier he gets haha

Autumn Winds by Fear-Of-The-Cold Newkirk's attitude toward human connection over the years, as it is influenced by his family and the world. we get to see a pre-Heroes POW Newkirk

The Assassin by lonewolfette9846 Newkirk is given the most important job in the war. And he has to do it alone. He does his best to keep his cover, and in the little time he has strategises his next moves. A very tense story - and that tension takes its toll on Newkirk. I like how methodical and tactical Newkirk comes across in this, despite the mission not being remotely in his experience.

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(voting link again)

#hogan's heroes #hogans heroes #papa bear awards #2024 Papa Bear Awards Nominees #fic rec #colonel hogan #robert hogan #wilhelm klink #louis lebeau #andrew carter #peter newkirk #james kinchloe #lol everybody loves putting newkirk in situations #PBA

[melverie]

Hi Melody! I hope you're having a lovely day/evening!

I am here because I want to know more about your OC Marchosias and to that end I have questions from your ask game! Hopefully these haven't already been sent to you lol but if so please ignore them.

02: Do they have a nickname? 12: What makes them soft? 08: Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else? 09: How close are they to falling? If they are a fallen angel, what made them fall? 08: Have they given anyone their grimoire?

I hope that's not too many but oh I am curious... also please take your time 💕

Heya CC! Today was a little stressful but overall it was nice. I hope your day is/was also great! 💚

So two of your questions have been asked by others as well, but I have a few more things to say about those, so I'll just answer them again >:)

Also, no amount of questions are too many if I get to talk about my girl Marchosias in return ♡ I'm suffering from brain rot, sent help

⸺ GENERAL INFO 02 ⸺ Do they have a nickname?

So I already answered it over here, but I have two more for her!

The first one is either 'Eden's Apple' or 'Arcadian Apple' (I'm not really sure which one to go with yet whoops). It's only really used in the Celestial Realm and the seraphs were the only ones that referred to Marchosias that way, though Lucifer and Simeon have put a conscious effort into not calling her that anymore. Raphael meanwhile is the only seraph that does not call her that at all

Also, we started calling her Mazey-baby in my friend group recently so uuhhh, yeah I guess that's another nickname of hers now lol

⸺ RELATIONSHIP & PERSONALITY 12 ⸺ What makes them soft?

Oh, there are a few things!

"""Kidnapping""" Mephisto's younger brother, taking him to Devil's Coast and seeing how his face lights up with pure joy every time. Cerberus's existence. When a friend of hers insisted on winning a zombie iguana plush for her from a crane game. Some of the silly little things humans do to show affection toward others (such as warming someone else's hands). First time seeing a firefly. Seeing Luke happy. That one time she and Mephisto wanted to get parfaits at their usual place and the owner rushed over to tell them they have created a new parfait in their honor. Staring at the stars for a while

⸺ CONCEPT AND DESIGN 08 ⸺ Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else?

One of things I associate with her is parfaits, because I one day randomly decided that she and Mephisto often get parfaits together and gossip talk about RAD News related stuff

The others are stars, because I decided pretty early on that I want her to be fascinated by the night sky which is also why star-related days have a little star on their banner over on @today-in-the-devildom >:) It's kind of ironic though. She is a wingless demon, so even when the stars shift close enough for demons to fly through them, all she can do is watch with longing in her eyes from the ground

⸺ ANGEL 09 ⸺ How close are they to falling? If they are a fallen angel, what made them fall?

Okay, this one is a little tricky to answer, because a) she didn't fall in the classic sence, and b) it requires a lot of background info about how I headcanon things to run in the Celestial Realm

But the short short version is that she was meant to be Raphael's first mission and therefore be killed by him, but he ultimately couldn't bring himself to go through with it and instead helped her escape. She obviously survived, and Raphael was able to avoid punishment

⸺ DEMON 08 ⸺ Have they given anyone their grimoire?

She tried to give it to Lucifer once shortly after the brothers fell, but Lucifer obviously refused to take it. I could explain the reason but it's....long 😭 Just know it's related to something that happened back in the Celestial Realm and she wasn't in the best headspace at the time

Anyway, Barbatos then took it to ensure she wouldn't do anything stupid with it or give it to the next best person and put herself in danger. It's been in his possession ever since and he'll continue to keep it safe until Marchosias decides she wants it back

Right now (aka in the OG timeline) she's considering giving it to my MC. But the idea of giving up so much control over herself is something she still struggles with immensely, despite knowing that my MC wouldn't ever really use it against her in the first place, so she's still debating if she should go through with it or not

-> to the ask game -> to all asks about Marchosias

#thank you CC! 💚💚 #i usually answer questions fully but i saw all the asks sitting in my inbox so i decided to split it a little #also the constant struggle of: do i infodump every single possible piece of information about her or do i keep it vague because it'll becom #relevant in the fic i'm currently writing and i don't want to spoil everything? #that being said if anyone wants me to expand on any of the points just ask and i will comply! 🫡 #love love LOVE that mephisto is canonically a sweet tooth btw bc i came up with the parfait headcanon before they confirmed it #obey me oc #mel's oc marchosias #mc & oc ask game - marchosias #obey me mc & oc ask game #ask game answers #ask tag

[henry1986]

Guiding (Gale x Tav)

This is my first ever Tumblr post after years of lurking. I wanted to format it differently, but it's been so long so I've written anything that I can't get back into my ao3 account, so here we are. (BleuHenri on there, btw. Wrote a kickass Labyrinth fanfic some years ago now).

This may be the only thing I write or share, but something in me has been longing to share fic again after so long. Had a shitty relationship that crushed my spirit so I stopped doing anything that brought me joy...you know how it be. Now I'm super happy and adjusted to life and letting my old self come back.

The TLDR: Random oneshot about Gale and my named Tav (Fits) from Baldur's Gate because this game is insanely amazing and I fucking love Gale and I love my little oc Fits (urchin tiefling druid who named himself 'Fits' with an s because he just wants to belong).

Summary: Fits doesn't do well with the unknown. So being blinded by a spell in the middle of a battle is not his ideal situation. Cue panic attack, and cue the voice of a certain adorable wizard he's been flirting with for weeks now. Gale to the rescue!

Story Below:

It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Dry and rot, what he wouldn’t give to be a child once more, laughing off his mother’s cautions with the arrogance of youth. His current situation is neither fun nor remotely game-like, so it seems unfair that he still has to suffer the drawbacks. Today one of Fits’ few childhood memories has come back to bite him in the tail.

                He’s probably going to murder Volo if they make it out of this mess.

But who is more the fool, he wonders briefly, the one with the ice pick or the one offering himself up like needlepoint? Either way he knows it’s not fair to blame the bard. Mistakes have been made, his party has been ambushed by bandits, and now he can’t see a godsdamned thing, false eye or no. Where just minutes ago his sharp tiefling vision would catch movement in any shadow, now he sees nothing but black. And what’s worse, his companions seem not to have noticed. Well, that’s his fault for breaking formation and getting separated. Stupid, stubborn rock that he is. And now that stubbornness has cost him his sight – possibly even his life.

The sounds of the battle thrash his ears, now sensitive in compensation. Somewhere to the left Karlach’s grunts mix with the dull thud of hammer on shield. The bandits shriek and curse and scream and…gargle? Perhaps that one has just met Astarion’s fangs. It would serve them right for thinking to rob a half-starved group of exhausted travellers. The thought of Gale’s stew simmering back at camp has been on everyone’s minds during the long trek back. To be delayed further has no doubt pissed them off to no end.

                “Desperados and cutthroats I don’t mind, but why did we have to find the only bandits clever enough to find a mage to fight for them?” Karlach had lamented as their attackers had unleashed their secret weapon. Gale had snorted, deriding the man in torn robes as nothing more than a charlatan with a few spell scrolls on hand.

The origin of the magic is a moot point – it hasn’t made Fits any less blind. And now he’s wondering if he should call for help, or if that will alert nearby enemies, and just what is he supposed to do? His mouth is dry as a creek bed in summer. His tail flicks an anxious metronome. The not knowing has always been his undoing. Fits is no stranger to pain and loss, same as many others. If there’s a burden that needs shouldering, he’ll take the weight with few complaints. But the not knowing…the archer he’d seen earlier might still be perched atop that rocky outcrop, not yet aware of his advantage on the blinded druid. Or he might already know, and there are precious few seconds left to find shelter. He might be knocking a fresh arrow right now, as Fits stumbles backwards over a rock and hits the ground. He might be lining him up in his sights as Fits grasps desperately around for anything to use as a shield, for a tree to hide behind, for his dropped staff or –

                ­­He’s a child again, youthful arrogance snuffed to embers, no longer lucky enough to have parents to caution him. The streets are filthy and bustling, danger lurking in the shadows. He’s small, so small in this big city with no idea of where to go or around which corner the next beating will take place –

                 Sounds blur into a single crushing weight, ringing in his ears. His breathing is fast as a swallow bursting from its nest, like a thousand swallows in a thousand nests trying to fly free all at the same time. Usually so dextrous, his stiff hands curl in on themselves like gnarled trees aged by time. Hopelessly he drags one numb hand across his face, risking damage to his good eye by rubbing at it so viciously, desperate to make it see, please just see…

                Someone’s gentle hand stills his movements.

                “Come on now, no need for that. Just breathe,” someone says, prying fingers away from his face. And then three words to change everything: “I’ve got you.”

The voice is fixed with the luxury of knowing – of always knowing – and tempered by reassurance. It’s so familiar his heart leaps into his throat. Relief douses his panic so violently it’s difficult not to collapse with the intensity of it. The city streets and their thugs are cast out of mind, thrown back to the recesses of memory to haunt another day. “Gale. I...my – eyes.” The words won’t come. They’re still struggling against the tide of his laboured breathing. Through the numbness in his hands he feels the barest hint of warmth; Gale’s fingers do not stray from his, lending him strength.

“Ah, so your hearing is still keen as ever, good to know. Though how you can hear anything over the utter racket Karlach is making, I don’t know. Honestly, get between a barbarian and her next meal and may the gods protect you…”

                Fits doesn’t hear the rest of the wizard’s rambling. I’ve got you. Has anyone ever said that to him in his life? Surely his parents must have at some point. There must have been a moment where he existed not as an urchin to be kicked but as a child that belonged to someone. If ever that time was, he doesn’t recall it. I’ve got you. It’s difficult with legs that feel like dead weight but he manages to climb to his feet and throw his arms around Gale. Grace is not his strong point in this moment. Gale catches him with a gently breathed ‘ooph’ as Fits bumps into different bits of him all at once.

Everything is intensified in his blindness: the pressure of Gale’s hands slipping around his waist to keep them upright, the pulsing scent of their mingled sweat and the tang of blood that speaks of fresh injury. “You’re hurt.” His fingers stumble along Gale’s arm and find a tear in the fabric. The skin beneath is slick with blood, coating his gently probing fingers.

                “How in the hells did you know that? You’re blinder than the proverbial bat.” Gale sounds as if he’s trying very hard to sound amused. Fits hasn’t missed the sharp breaths that begin and end his question, a parenthesis of doubt.

                “Your blood…smells strange. Different.” He inhales both to calm himself and to further investigate Gale’s scent. Fascinating.

                “Ah. That would be the orb’s influence. Let me assure you, in normal circumstances my blood is indistinguishable from any others’. I’m sorry if the odour offends your sensitive nose.”

                “I said it was different, not bad.” The sounds of the fight flicker and die for the briefest moment as they stand together. Gale’s hands flutter around his back before settling on a place below his shoulder blades. His fingertips meet at the spine and stay there with gentle pressure. So decisive. He wonders if the man has ever been unsure of anything in his life. What that must feel like… “I didn’t think anyone saw me go down,” Fits murmurs against the starched collar of Gale’s robes. The smell of him is grounding, chasing away his panic. “I cursed my own stupidity for straying so far off.”

                “Yes – well. I admit I did question the intelligence of your decision to pursue that ‘mage’ –” he spits the word out with scorn – “On your own. And good thing I kept an eye out for you, too. I saw the spell hit you and I thought...” His voice lilts with care, stepping over the words as though they themselves are creatures to be soothed. “I know you don’t do well with the unknown. I didn’t think you’d much care for blindness.”

                Fits’ anxiety has become no secret to the wizard in the last few weeks. He’s never been more grateful to have such a confidant. Especially when a hail of somethings whizz right by, spraying around them like deadly rain, and he feels the warmth of Gale’s magic envelop them both in a shield. It’s like stepping into honeyed sunlight from a cool spring shadow. His skin prickles. He can feel it even after they’ve stepped apart. Gale’s magic always feels so different to his own.

                “Will you two stop flirting for one gods-damned minute and do something useful?!”

                Fits winces at Astarion’s tone. Usually, the elf takes great delight in watching the two of them dance awkwardly around each other. Apparently his patience only stretches so far on long days. Fits shakes the moment off, refusing to imagine a lovely blush on Gale’s cheeks when he hears the man cough pointedly. It’s difficult to focus with nothing to visually keep his attention, but he figures they should probably start helping.

“I don’t suppose you could be my seeing-eye wizard until this spell wears off?” he asks lightly, amazed at the recovery of his confidence.

                “It would be my absolute pleasure,” Gale replies.

Fits can hear the curved edges of his smile. When they clasp hands, it feels as if for the first time – every ridge and dip of Gale’s palm is treasured new information. He catalogues the placement of each ring on the man’s fingers, evaluates the silver clang of them against his own single allowance of metal: his mother’s ring. Their hands sway as Gale swoops down momentarily with a soft grunt – his knees often protest such actions – and then he returns the precious weight of Fits’ staff to his free hand. With that the last of his anxiety pools to dull thunder in the back of his head, and they get to work.

When the last bandit collapses to the ground a short time later, Karlach’s triumphant call for dinner is echoed back by all. They trudge back to camp, tired but enthusiastic. Astarion asks if there’s any of that half-decent wine still left. Usually this leads to a quick but snarky conversation between him and Gale. ‘If you took any interest in maintaining the camp supplies, you’d know the answer to that.’ ‘But you do such a fine job of it darling, I’d simply mess it up if I tried to help.’ ‘That sounds awfully familiar to your arguments against chopping firewood and washing dishes.’ ‘But true nonetheless.’  They say no such things tonight. Gale’s thumb brushes Fits’ and he tells Astarion in a distracted voice that yes there might be some left, certainly, he’d have a look.

They find a comfortable alignment on the path back, Fits trusting the wizard to guide him. Each time the party changes direction or pauses to scout, Gale murmurs a soft instruction. It’s an experience that would have been terrifying for him at most other times in his life. He’s never completely given himself over to the care of someone else, let alone someone he’s known so short a time. But Gale is different. They’ve been friends from the moment Fits pulled him out of that portal. And now…well, Gale warns him about rocks in the path and at one point helps him climb a fallen log. The sensation of straddling the tree with Gale’s voice so close in his ear – “That’s it, up you go, just like that –” does things to his insides that are better left for late night contemplation.

Eventually his vision returns, the comforting greens of nature a welcome sight, Lae’zel’s torchlight too bright for his sensitive eye - the one that hasn't been gouged out by an ice pick. Yet for all his relief he somehow feels a pang of loss, like the unravelling of a well-kept secret between two people. So as his eyes readjust Fits says nothing, enjoying the feel of Gale’s fingers jostling his in their loose grip, walking along in silence. If Gale notices at some point the druid’s steps become more confident, his pace not at all like that of a man still blinded…well. He doesn’t say anything, and they don’t stop holding hands the whole way back to camp.

#bg3 oc #baldurs gate 3 #gale baldurs gate 3 #my tav #tav bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale dekarios

[whenwindwhispers]

For my beloved Whisper Dekarios~

 🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

💙Cheers~

Ahhh!!! Hello!!! Thank you for the questions, always a pleasure to see you popping into the askbox. ☺️

🍄 - What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

It started as a bit of a joke for Whisper’s character that he’d love to snack on blueberries because I’d call him my little blueberry, but it’s more than canon now that his favorite snack is blueberries; they are his comfort food, and he’s always excited to find them out and about on adventures. Giving him some is a guaranteed way to win him over. As for what he can make, he’s certainly not a very experienced cook. He opts for the easy meals on the road like stews and stir fry. His cooking tastes okay, nothing that memorable, but it’s edible! I’d like to think he learns more from Wyll and Gale about cooking, getting more enjoyment out of it having a helping hand to guide him. When it comes to baking, Ayla (my friend’s OC) is the one that knows about baking nice treats!

🌲 - How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Whisper feels very deeply. He’s a very empathetic individual, and because of it, he will often go out of his way to try to connect with others in the hope of better understanding them. It’s how he met his best friend, Faeryl. Originally, he’d been tasked with her death at the order of a local town’s sheriff. However, being one to use his words before resorting to action, Whisper got through to Faeryl. Whisper learned that the man that had given him the order was, in fact, a liar with a hatred for drow, and he understood Faeryl’s plight; the judgement and assumptions that can be made based solely on the matter of appearance. In addition to this, Whisper is really good at offering support and comfort to others. Not only is he big and broad, perfectly-sized for hugs, he sees the best in others and is sure to let them know their value (if only he could extend this view to himself).

☄️ - Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

Out of all my OCs, I think Whisper is one of the few that I’ve treated the best! He’s got some traumatic moments of the past, as we all do, but he learns, grows, and gets his happy ending. To be honest, he’s too cute to be mean to.

#sunny responds #oc; whisper dekarios #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #thank you for the ask 😭🩵 #always so much fun!!!

[theloganator101]

Henlo, 

I saw your Actions and Consequences post and I do agree. I'm halfway through season 3 and it's pissing me all the way off. However, it got me thinking of my own little attachment.

A good example of a character facing consequences: My OC.

For Context: My Oc's upcoming arc involves him nearly going off the rails. It's due to the recent events (The training camp, the exams, and so on) happening plus his own insecurity boiling over. He discovers a new move that allows him to create nightmares for his opponents. The issue? His friends (Hagakure, Momo, and Ojiro), boyfriend (Iida), and another classmate (Another OC of mine) become targets. For the sake of not spoiling it: imma say that the nightmares they suffered aren't pretty.

Why this example? Because its going to have severe consequences, but it's done right! Not only did my OC almost risk expulsion (he got house arrest instead), but his relationships with his friends and boyfriend will suffer. 

Hagakure forgave him, but is still a little wery. She won't tell him her weaknesses in fear that he'll use it against her again.

Ojiro and Momo had to spend some time away from my OC before coming out with their answer. Not gonna say because it's spoilery, but their answers are going to be understandable.

Iida nearly BROKE UP with my OC because of what he did. While it took awhile to forgive my OC, he makes it VERY clear that he has to work to earn his trust again.

The classmate (oc2) NEVER forgave my first OC. She makes it clear that while she'll work with him once it comes to teams, she wants Oc1 to stay the hell away from her.

Obviously, this fic is still in the works (if you wanna offer a hand, I appreciate it lol) However, it has a clear set of consequences because of one shitty action taken. Something that I think needs to be written in Bakugou's (maybe Aizawa to an extent) character as a whole.

Oooh this story sounds interesting! I would be more than happy to give feedback on ideas you might have for it!

But this scenario you have for your OC is really good, and reminds me of when I was writing my BNHA oc fic I had my oc face some mental consequences as well.

In my fic my OC was the one to get kidnapped by the LOV and it was beginning to mess with their head, leaving them depressed and lashing out at Sero (Their friend and love interest) about how the others doesn't seem to notice their sad mood and just wanna have the room contest.

It only got worse when they snapped at Monoma, causing them to get in trouble and to meet up with the other teachers after school. They get to a classroom and tell them that they can't keep bottling up their feelings like this and need to confront themselves on what happened that day.

Thinking about it all made them break down in tears, blaming themselves and wishing they died instead of All Might losing his power protecting them. My teacher OC tells them they know what they're feeling and that their pain will eventually get to where they can handle it in a healthier way.

The chapter ends with my OC going back to the dorms and accepting their friends (Sero, Aoyama, Hagakure, and Shoji) offer to watch a movie together, to which they accept and internally admits how that moment is the first time it feels like things can move forward again.

All of this sounds immensely better than just having it all be brushed aside and never mentioned again.

#bnha critical #mha critical