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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 month

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Hade, Poseidon and Zeus with little sister reader who has the abilities/powers of Bête Noire.

When little sister reader was 18 years old. The brothers(expect Adamas) become too overprotective and controlling to her. Even though Adamas is overprotective to little sister reader, he didn't make her feel like a caged bird.

When Adamas was killed, little sister reader snapped and went missing.

When Ragnarok has started, little sister reader(in her pre teen form) decided to fight the opponent who is the scariest and strongest.

During the battle, little sister reader transform in her present form when the fight is getting serious. Which makes the brothers shocked.

After the fight, little sister reader has won. While she getting heal in her pre teen form, Goll ask why little sister reader stay in her pre teen.

little sister reader: It's because it's reminded me of the day where I didn't feel like a caged bird.

She said that when she head pat her pet black blob

How does Hade, Poseidon and Zeus feel after little sister reader said that?

Here's the wiki and video about Bête Noire's abilities/powers

How the little sister reader looks like:

She's actually has long hair back then

On the left is outfit of little sister reader's pre teen form and on the right is outfit of little sister reader's present form.

-You remembered the days of your past, the days when you were locked away in your gilded cage, carefully guarded by your big brothers.

-They were convinced they had to protect you, they had to do everything they could to keep you safe from the horrors of the world.

-You were kept on a tight schedule, they controlled everything about your life, from different lessons to your free time, how you would spend your free time, what you could and couldn’t eat, and making sure you were where you were supposed to be at every moment of every day.

-You hated it, crying and pleading with them, as you wanted to play with other kids, seeing them playing and having fun, throwing a ball around, making flower crowns, just running around.

-Your brothers told you that it was dangerous out there, that someone could snatch you up, you could get hurt, and other terrible things, not realizing the pressure and stifling feelings they were putting on you.

-Adamas was the only one of your brothers who would let you have a bit of freedom, after seeing you in tears so many times, just wanting to go out and have fun with others. When it was his turn to watch you, he would sneak you away, telling your other brothers that his lesson would be outside, so you could have fresh air, but he would always ‘forget’ the lesson, and just let you be a normal kid for a short while.

-When Poseidon came to you, telling you that Adamas had died, you were beside yourself, your one source of freedom, even for just a small while, was gone.

-You had locked yourself in your room, refusing to go to your lessons, grieving the loss of one of your big brothers. Hades was sympathetic to you, letting you have some time off, not wanting to push you while you were so delicate.

-When Zeus went to get you, he quickly ran back down, shouting that you were gone! They didn’t even hear or see you leaving, and they were quick to sound the alarm and soon most of Valhalla was looking for you.

-It was years later, during Ragnarok, when you reappeared, now a young adult, fighting for humanity, who had shown you how to live, taught you how to be happy again.

-When you saw Adamas again, you cried and he reacted like normal, panicking that you were crying, which was rather comical to see as you claimed that he had died.

-You were… there were so many emotions flowing through you, you couldn’t place how you felt, you felt angry, betrayed that Poseidon was the one who killed Adamas, then he lied to you when you wanted to know who did it, and it felt surreal to see your brothers again.

-They were stunned to see you, all four of them, but when they tried to approach, you were cold to them, your eyes hard as you didn’t allow them to touch you, demanding they stay away.

-Zeus, who now looked like an old man, was relieved to see you, “Y/N where did you go all those years ago?!” your voice was cold as you answered them, “I ran to be free from you.”

-They were stunned by your words, and when they tried to demand more of an explanation from you, you walked away, refusing to talk to any of them, except Adamas, who approached you later, shortly before your fight.

-Your brothers were stunned that you were fighting, but when you walked out, you looked like how you did when you disappeared, as a young teenager. Many were stunned to see a child fighting, as most didn’t know you, as your brothers didn’t want anyone to ever see you.

-You proved that you were capable of fighting, easily winning your match, showing off your new skills and showcasing your strength, shocking your brothers.

-When you were announced the winner, you turned to look up at your brothers, as if you were saying, ‘I can take care of myself!’ which shook them, except for Adamas, who knew that you weren’t the sheltered little child from so long ago.

-You agreed to see your brothers again, after sending Ares, who hugged you while ugly crying, as he had been distraught when you went missing, to ask you.

-When you arrived at the meeting, holding onto Ares’ hand, leading him as he had puffy eyes from crying so much and having difficulties navigating, you stunned everyone again by still being in your pre-teen form, and you had no intention of changing back at the moment.

-You allowed Hades to approach you and let him put his hand on your head, “Why do you still look like this?” your voice wasn’t as cold as it was earlier, but your eyes still held anger and distrust, “Because this is how I looked when I was finally able to be free.”

-Your words were jarring, your four brothers freezing as they remembered how you would cry with them, wanting to go outside to play with other kids, not wanting to be forced into lesson after lesson. They remembered how controlling they were, not letting you have any treats or snacks, keeping you on a very controlling diet and schedule.

-They realized how they clipped your wings, keeping you trapped with them. They wanted to argue that it was just to keep you safe, but that wasn’t safe, that was keeping you locked away, not letting you live life or experience new things.

-They finally realized what they had lost, what they had caused, in forcing you to leave.

-You didn’t want to come back to them, afraid they were going to lock you up again, and seeing your anger, your distrust in them, broke their hearts, but they knew that they were the only ones to blame, and if they didn’t want to lose you again, they had to prove themselves to you.

-You weren’t going to let them treat you like that ever again, and Adamas was willing to fight for you this time, he was willing to make you happy. Now it was time for the others to do the same.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror zeus #ror adamas

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riseofamoonycake · 5 months

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Hi!!! I'm so happy that you're requests are open again. So I want to request Lü Bu and Leonidas with a sweet, kind, nice, kind-hearted and cheerful female reader who is a totally sweetheart, cinnamon rolls, a ball of sunshine who help him and his army in any way she can, like patching their wounds, cooking for them (I know it's a army but that don't stop me), just helping them in any way she can and is very clam and kind to everyone no matter what.

Sweet *^* VERY VERY SWEET! I hope you like it!

Guardian

Lu Bu

«I hope this doesn’t hurt you too much, sir… although judging by the condition of your arms, I think you are numb to the pain by now.»

Pursing your lips, as if you were the one with the skin covered in so many wounds that it looked like a constellation of scarlet stars, you press the cloth soaked in water and nettle on the largest abrasion that furrows Lu Bu’s shoulder and close your eyes.

The warlord does not move an inch or reply, and, as if he had been transformed into a statue, and simply continues to contemplate the opening of the tent, moved by the sunset wind in a dance of fabrics and colors that appear and disappear, and waits for you to finish taking care of him. The battle that recently ended was tough: even if Lu Bu put an end to the life of another enemy without any effort and on his face there are the usual signs of profound dissatisfaction, a boredom, for his army it was a difficult step; and even his body bears traces of it, albeit only superficially.

You sigh slightly, then reopen your eyes and smile, feeling slightly uncomfortable in that silence; perhaps there, with him, you are also superfluous. «Lord… it isn’t necessary to call me every time. If I bother you so much―»

«You don’t bother me, Y/N. After all, I am the one who calls you whenever the battle ends.»

His voice is always so calm when he talks to you; and even if his words are rare, counted, never once has he spoken to you without kindness. And his eyes... in that intense night, if you are not careful, you can even get lost. But this is what you want the most.

«Fi-fine, then.» You smile softly, then return to staring at the wounds and your face darkens for a moment. My lord… pay attention. Your body doesn’t deserve to be marked so cruelly, you think to yourself as you let your fingertips run over his forearm, knowing well how proud Lu Bu is of them; then your face returns bright and full of kindness, as soon as you force that shadow away from you. You do not have to be afraid. You have nothing to fear for Lu Bu, there is nothing that could truly hurt him to the point of killing him. You just have to trust and rely on him. «And… done. Everything is alright now! Time to be ready for dinner!⁓» You complete the cleaning and grab the bandages for another bandage, rediscovering the serenity and energy that always characterizes you, but Lu Bu stops you first: firmly, yet without forgetting the delicacy, he cups your face and lifts it, and his eyes sink into yours.

You observe him with amazement and remain stuck in that obsidian gaze where no light penetrates, except for your reflection; and the man smiles, then caresses your chin with his thumb, slowly, his rough fingertip brushing against your soft skin, his breath lightly pushing your hair back. «Keep smiling the way you do», he suddenly whispers to you, «keep bringing joy and relief wherever you go.»

You widen your smile at those words, as if faced with a prayer, and nod vigorously; in a fit of enthusiasm you take his hand, that hand that you can barely hold between yours, it is so large, and you kiss it sweetly, then you stand up. «Yes sir! There is still so much to do… I have to go by everyone else!», you exclaim, grabbing the medicine bag, and the next moment you are already outside Lu Bu’s tent, busy running to one or the other.

Lu Bu chuckles at your reaction, lowers his eyelids and breathes hard as he listens to you rebuke Chen Gong because he hasn’t changed yet and the strategist’s voice chirps uselessly against yours, and he too allows himself a small smile. Outside the tent, the first evening stars begin to warm the blue sky and the hearts of those who look at it.

Leonidas

«Don’t worry, there is enough food for everyone! And if it runs out I’ll make more of it, don’t worry!»

Your voice struggles to be heard amidst the tumult of warriors, yet it always finds a way: on the other hand, when you decide to prepare your famous cheese and honey cakes, even the animals stand at attention to assist to the spectacle that is created, as soon as you become the main pivot around which the whole camp revolves. But you love it; you live for this confusion, this ardor, every smell that permeates the earth, every voice. Even if you are a woman, your place is with the soldiers, and everyone knows it. No one could say you are not part of the army, after all.

«I come! Yes I’m here!»

From his hammock, slightly moving the book he is reading and turning his head, Leonidas glances at you and a light smile appears on his face, which makes him move the cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other. «The first slice is mine!», he shouts in a hoarse voice as if he wanted to scare, knowing full well that this is not what he will get; and you smile as you raise your head and look at the man for a moment, squinting, then nod and after a few moments bring him his portion, waiting respectfully while he sits down.

«Is this the way I like it?», Leonidas asks you, acting suspicious and adjusting his glasses to better evaluate the cake, and then focusing his burning eyes on your face.

You smile sweetly and hand him the plate, completely at ease. «Absolutely, my lord. But your warriors have been training all morning, so I added an extra dose of honey to them⁓»

«Aaaaaaah, it seems that my power no longer has any effect here…», the king murmurs, then accepts the dish and gives you another look, «and you are becoming more and more disrespectful.»

You laugh gently, then bow your head. «With permission», you reply, then return to the rest of the army with the same smile and energy, bringing with you the same warmth of the sun.

Leonidas chuckles, then gives you one last look and takes a drag on his cigar and closes his eyes. Even if he will never tell you, it is now impossible for him to conceive of life without you, your eyes, your smile and your kindness, sweetly at his side.

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ficsofabotchedmind · 4 months

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Bye-Bye my blue baby

Summary? Nope, ehehhe. 🤭

Warnings? God yes.; Talks of death and stabbing, Larissas death, graphic depiction of Larissas death, Morticia in great pain, a shitton of angst

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Morticia was in her conservatory when her crystal ball started to glow, being excited knowing it was her daughter, answered, “Hello, my little bat! Why are you covered in blood and who was it?”

Wednesday stared at her mother for a second trying to work through a way to tell her that Larissa Weems was no dead, so she took a breath and said, “Marylin is Laurel Gates, Laurel killed Weems, she and Tyler kidnapped me, stabbed me but Goody saved me, then Tyler transformed into the Hyde and tried to kill me again, Enid saved me, Crackstone came back to life and tried to annihilate all out casts but I killed him with help, and then I nearly beat Laurel to death with a shovel.”

Morticia didn’t hear the rest, all she heard was that Larissa, her ex roommate, friend, and girlfriend, was now dead. She didn’t realize she was staring at that Wednesday was calling her.

Wednesday let out a sharp and loud, “Mother!”

Morticia snapped back, “Yes, my darling?”

“Are you okay, Mother?” Wednesday, who was actually worried, asked

Morticia, while smiling a smile that was clearly faked, said, “I’m alright, my little death trap. How was dear Goody Addams?”

Wednesday, not buying but humoring her mother, snarked, “Incredibly stupid but now inside of me somehow, she healed me by becoming a part of me.”

Morticia, who was still clearly focusing on that one detail, merely hummed and said, “Well, as long as you showed no mercy and caused great pain then I am very delighted.”

Wednesday, deciding to give her mother alone time, said, “I need to go mother, the teachers here are incompetent and have no clue what they are doing. Will you be alright?”

Morticia, swallowing around the lump in her throat, said, “Yes, I will be quite alright, my little bat. Now go show them what you are made of my darling.”

And with that, both of them hung up. Morticia stared at the ball and then spoke, “Show me the last moments of Larissa Weems.”

The ball spoke, “Child, I do not wish to show you that of which will hurt you.”

Morticia let out an inhuman noise and spoke, “Show me the death of Larissa Weems.”

The ball made a noise but compiled, and so began an hour long journey of Morticia watching Larissa get injected with Nightshade, drop to the floor, convulse, and ultimately die. Morticia just kept staring into Larissa’s eyes and watching how they shone with confidence, anger, fear, and then ultimately drained of all life.

Morticia swiped her hand over that ball over and over and over again, tears dripping down her cheeks as she watched the woman she loved die, repeatedly.

Morticia, no longer able to stand, faltered as Larissa faltered in her last moments, tears now streaming, a scream unlike anything ever heard ripping its way out from deep within. The scream echoed throughout the conservatory, through the halls of the manor, through each room, reaching the ears of Pugsley and Gomez.

Gomez wisely told their son to stay behind and as he trekked through the hall of the manor, the paintings were weeping with his beloved. He made his way into the conservatory where he saw Morticia, on her knees, one hand clutching her chest and the other her stomach, screaming in pure pain.

He looked up and was greeted with the sight he never wished to see, a friend who now lay dead upon the ground. Gomez then looked around, even the plants were weeping with their caretaker and Morticia's beloved Cleopatra trying to get to her caretaker to be of some comfort.

Gomez then snapped out of it and stopped the ball, he made his way towards Morticia but as soon as he tried to gather her in his arms, she let out a piercing cry and sobbed out, "Just leave. Please, leave me here. Walk out and shut the door and leave me to grieve."

Gomez being Gomez obeyed his wife's orders, he walked out, shut the door, and gathered Pugsley and went for a walk to give his wife space while he did his own grieving for a lost friend.

Morticia laid on the floor of the conservatory for hours, head lying on the marble flooring, tears streaming down her cheeks, arms curled around herself, broken cry's ripping their way from her body.

She doesn't know how long had passed when she then felt a hand upon her shoulder and heard a voice, "Really, Mo? I thought you had more composure than this."

Morticia gasped, whirled around, spotted through her tears Larissa Weems, and let out another broken cry of despair but then spoke in a shaky voice, "Issa! Oh Issa! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I couldn't help you, I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I left. I'm so sorry."

Larissa, no longer blinded by her own pain and anger at Morticia, carefully approached, "Oh Mo, I forgive you. Gomez and I should never have put you in such a position. Come here, my porcelain dove."

With that Morticia crumbled into the arms of her love. Yes, even after the years she still loved the woman for she had never stopped. Morticia, clinging to the blonde beauty, howled in pain but Larissa just cradled the woman, rocked her, and combed her fingers gently through the raven locks. They stood there for what seemed like hours but in reality, it was just a mere 15 minutes.

With much pain, Larissa pulled back a little, "Look at me, my dear dove."

Morticia looked up and into Larissas eyes, they were white. Morticia cried out and looked away once more and Larissa, realizing what happened, altered her eyes back to the gorgeous blue they once were

"Is that better, my love?" Larissa softly asked

Morticia, peering once again through tears, spotted the blue eyes she knew and still loves, "Yes. Yes, it's much better, thank you."

"Morticia, while I did not want to go, I'm glad it was me instead of that hell spawn you call a daughter." Larissa let out with a light chuckle

She continued, "My love, I forgive you now. I hold no hate, no anger, no bitterness of any kind any longer. My last wish is for you to no longer beat yourself up over the past but live for now."

Morticia, knowing this was a possible goodbye forever, said, "Alright, I can't promise anything, my stately Sequoia but I can try."

Larissa smiled, "That's all I ask, my dear. That's all I ever ask. Although I do have to admit I did tear your picture out, not my finest moment but well, no take backs."

Morticia let out a wet a broken laugh, "I know, but you were always rather beautiful when angry."

Larissa smiled gently, knowing their time together was nearing the end, gave a gentle smile, "It's coming to an end, Mo. I have to go, my darling. Morticia, I love you, I will always love you, and I will be by your side no matter where you go. I'll always be there Morticia, you may not see me, but I will be there."

Morticia, holding in a scream of despair, asked, "Can I kiss you one last time, my darling?"

Larissa smiled and nodded, "Of course you can, my love."

Morticia gently cupped Larissas cheeks, looked in her eyes one last time and said, "I love you, my shifty shifter." And placed a soft kiss upon cold lips.

With that Larissa faded and the last thing Morticia heard was, "I love you too, my darling dove."

Morticia collapsed to her knees, tore her eyes open, glared at the heavens, face crumpling in anguish, then she let out a gut wrenching cry of despair that made even the devil shed a tear.

Wrapping her arms around herself and collapsing to the floor, Morticia lay there screaming in pure agony, tears streaming down her face and all she could think was, "My love is gone, never to return."

#larissa weems x morticia addams #larissa weems #mortica addams #wednesday addams #pugsley addams #gomez addams #morticia addams x gomez addams #larissa and morticia #larissa x morticia #netflix wednesday #wednesday #larissa weems imagines #larissa weems imagine #morticia addams imagine

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p3ski · 3 months

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Part Of You

Explicit content (18+)

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: M/M, Established Relationship, Oral, Anal, Dom/Sub, Praise Kink, Choking, Multiple Positions, Fluff and Smut, Shifting POV

Read on AO3 here:

Summary: Gavin and Nines have been dating for some time now, but unfortunate circumstances early in their relationship meant that they weren't able to 'push the limits' of their intimate life quite as much as they would have liked. This is about to change.

Part 3 in the 'More Than' Series - Taking place between Chapter 27 and Epilogue of More Than Our Parts - can also be read as a standalone fic.

Word Count: 5.3K

Nines had arrived at the apartment later than anticipated. The interviewers had been running behind in seeing the other applicants, meaning his meeting had been pushed back significantly.

This seemed to have annoyed Gavin when he informed him, although he didn't labour the point too much. He knew this was important to him and would be willing to exercise what tenuous stores of patience he possessed in delaying their movie night.

With this in mind, it struck Nines as odd that he was not there to greet him when he entered. Indeed, the living room was suspiciously vacant, save for the vocal greetings of a large ensemble of cats. They surrounded him almost immediately, yowling and rubbing at his legs in varying degrees of enthusiasm. Richie was particularly forceful, clambering over his sisters and mother in order to reach him first.

The android pocketed his key and reached down to pet the boisterous male in hopes it may placate him. It did not. Richie soon lost interest in the affection and scurried off to the far corner of the room. Scaling the nearby cat tree, he used the additional vantage to propel himself towards the kitchen door. He somehow ended up perched on the top of the panel, precariously balanced on a set of wobbling paws.

Well accustomed to the cat's antics, Nines rolled his eyes affectionately, followed by an amused snort as he inevitably lost balance—falling back to the floor in a squirming ball of fur and limbs. He continued to pet the remaining cats as he completed a perimeter scan of the apartment, noting traces of life coming from the bedroom.

“Gavin?”

There was no response, even after Nines made several more attempts to gain his attention. While his vitals appeared to be within normal parameters, his silence was growing disconcerting. He could sense that his partner was standing motionless, failing to so much as flinch in response to his voice.

This anxiety, mingled with curiosity, culminated in him offering each of the cats a final cursory stroke before standing to his feet. He advanced towards the bedroom, determined to see what was transpiring.

The door swung open before he could touch it, revealing a set of impish green eyes. Before Nines could question what was happening, firm lips met his, accompanied by coarse stubble brushing against his chin. The mouth worked against him in fevered urgency as a hand pulled the nape of his neck, anchoring him closer.

When Gavin eventually pulled away, he did so with a coy smirk plastered on his face. “Surprise.”

It wasn't a surprise, obviously. He knew Nines could see the vitals and would have known where he was. What did come as a surprise, however, was as his partner slipped away—filling the full scope of his vision—there was decidedly more of him on display than the android had prepared for.

His more rational mind promptly stalled as the man stared back at him, his wicked grin growing exponentially in the wake of his stunned reaction. “So, how did it go?”

“It…it went well, I believe that…” The android trailed off as the starched material of his dress shirt suddenly felt unbearably stifling. He pulled at the collar, trying to compose himself enough to continue. “Why are you naked?”

“I'm just so proud of you,” Gavin replied, simpering with faux innocence. He advanced back towards him slowly, labouring on every step before his hands came to rest on his shoulders, rubbing them in languid paths. “Putting yourself out there, going for something you're passionate about. I think you deserve a reward.”

It wasn't exactly a challenge to understand what Gavin meant by this. Nonetheless, he sealed the promise with another firm, impassioned kiss before sinking to his knees as though compelled to do so by some unseen weight.

It was entirely mesmerising, watching as the man wrestled with his zipper and belt, moving with carnal desperation that seemed akin to a starving animal. His pants slid down, and fumbling fingers traced across him in line with the wet seal of a mouth. It charted the outline of his length, teasing him to hardness through his boxers.

The android sought leverage on the doorway, which he had barely crossed before all of this began to unfold. His grip tightened exponentially as the cotton barrier was removed, and cool air struck his arousal.

Gavin stared at him, chuckling lowly. In a shameless display of appreciation, he licked his lips before darting forward and running a stripe across the swollen length. He repeated the movement several times, punctuated by deep, guttural moans. He then captured the tip, suckling firmly as his tongue flitted across the slit.

Nines shuddered, body trembling, and the man smirked around his length before engulfing it fully into the velvety heat of his mouth. He took it greedily, with every movement claiming more, until it struck the back of his throat. Glossed wood began to crack beneath the android's grip, yielding to the pressure.

The sounds his partner was making were filthy. Long groans and rasp whines, underscored by subtle gags. Nines recognised that this did not form part of any real aversion, Gavin having proven numerous times that he was more than adept at pleasuring him this way. He was doing it on purpose, ensuring each sinful action came with some form of verbal accompaniment.

Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he continued to work his cock. His eyes were glassy, pricked with tears, the vacuous depths reflecting nothing but lust and desperation.

He looked incredible like this. So shamelessly wanton and needy. An excited warmth pooled in Nines' stomach, radiating through his body. His HUD bombarded him with warnings, prompting him to alleviate some of the heat with a series of heavy pants.

His partner appeared hellbent on countering the efforts. Through the rising tide of pleasure, the android noted a telling movement between his legs. Groans of appreciation deepened, sending vibrations through his arousal.

Gavin was touching himself—with the same frantic abandon that he was using to pleasure Nines.

He seemed to be nothing short of ecstatic at the arrangement, his tongue and lips moving in harmony with each rampant tug. It was too much, and the android was left powerless to resist his overwhelming desire for more. His hands fisted the back of his hair before thrusting forward in a series of harsh, focused jerks.

His climax was fast approaching, and he was able to catch himself just before all logical thought deserted him. He extended a hurried warning to the man nestled between his thighs. “Gavin, I’m very close—”

The pace quickened, bringing him to the peak of his pleasure before it spilt into his partner's mouth. The man welcomed it eagerly, lapping against the material, pulling back just enough that Nines could see the traces pooled on the back of his tongue.

He shuddered in appreciation, unable to look away. This silent admiration proved enough to tip Gavin over the edge as he flung his head back with a long, guttural cry.

Shuddering breaths fell in line with the turbulent heaves of his chest as his olive skin was left coated with the glistened sheen of sweat and release. The android indulged in every detail, committing them to memory with meticulous focus.

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Gavin could only imagine what Nines was thinking right now. His body quivered in lingering twitches as rogue sparks of crimson flickered against his blue-tinged skin. It never grew tiring, seeing him like this. The epitome of measured poise reduced to a beautiful, flustered mess.

“That was incredible.”

The breathless cadence with which the android said this inspired a swell of pride within him. Wiping any lingering traces of release from his chin, he popped the fingers into his mouth, grinning in satisfaction. “No need to stop there.”

While the two had enjoyed copious intimacy since their relationship began, unfortunate circumstances required them to take it easy in the formative weeks. This was something that Gavin desperately wanted to change. He understood what his partner was capable of, having been permitted fleeting glimpses—and he’d had enough of hanging on previews. He wanted it all. Untamed and unrestrained.

“You don't have a refractory period, right? You could keep going…doing whatever you wanted with me, for as long as you wanted it.”

It was the beginning of a challenge. One that Nines, much to his delight, appeared willing to entertain. He hummed low in affirmation, the rich resonance of his voice darkening in line with his gaze. “That’s right.”

Gavin struggled to uphold his facade of confidence, but the mask was rapidly slipping. His body tremored as his mouth grew dry in debauched anticipation.

“Then go ahead. What the hell are you waiting for?”

There was little time devoted to deliberation before Nines accepted the invitation. Strong hands reached under his arms as his steely eyes trained on him with unwavering focus. He hoisted Gavin to his feet, practically snarling as he did so before forcibly bringing their bodies together. Nails dug into his hips, creating deep-set grooves as the android began to move in teasing circles.

Had the man not been privy to the fact his partner already found release, there would have been no indication of this. He was unmistakably hard as he rubbed against him, making no secret of just how ready he was to continue.

The enticing strokes of friction were cut criminally short, as after just a few brushes, he had pulled away. Gavin would have likely protested this had it not been for the subsequent shove that forced him to tumble onto the bed.

He lay there, splayed out against the sheets, as his head reeled from the momentum. Nines slipped between his legs, wrenching them apart with a firm shove of his knees. Forceful hands claimed his thighs before teeth found their way to the tender flesh, sinking in with a claiming bite. Gavin hissed in a dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain, provoking the jaw to tighten until the skin was almost breached.

As the seal was relinquished, a tender kiss was placed against the resultant mark. The process was repeated several times until the inside of his legs were liberally patterned with reddened indents.

Then the mouth dipped inwards, with the anticipation being that it would find his arousal—seeking to tease it back to life. To his surprise, the movements trailed lower, and before he could process what was happening, a wet heat had found his entrance.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Nines had never done this before, but as was the case with seemingly everything they attempted, the action appeared to come naturally. He responded with precision to the subconscious motions of his body, adjusting his approach to ensure his partner melded pliantly to the touch.

The pressure on his entrance increased as a finger also breached his warmth, working alongside the tongue. Gavin keened in delight, writhing against the sheets as he arched himself closer.

Once he was sufficiently prepped, the android pulled away. Surveying him with a look that told the man, in no uncertain terms, that he intended to take advantage of every privilege granted to his current position.

“I'm going to fuck you.” The words were sharp and opposing, almost like a threat. “Precisely as I see fit, and I do not want to hear anything in return. No complaints, no protests. Do I make myself clear?”

Nines intended to use him, and he wanted nothing more than to allow it to happen. To submit himself fully to his control, falling apart on his cock until he was a pleading, babbling mess—unable to even articulate any words, let alone ones of protests.

He nodded in compliance, and Nines positioned himself. Rubbing against his willing heat, erection straining the muscle. Then he retracted, and Gavin whined at the sudden absence of pressure. Evidently, this constituted a complaint, as he was handled with callous abandon as their positions were flipped.

He found himself on top of Nines, straddling his thighs, as his partner lay flush against the covers. Despite this compromised position, he made it clear that he still possessed command over the situation. Moving against him, he smiled darkly as Gavin quivered—leaning back to shamelessly rut against his arousal.

“I want you to ride me”, he commanded, emphasised by a particularly hard, targeted jerk, “and I want to see you touch yourself as you do it.”

Gavin failed to suppress a scoff at the suggestion. He glanced down at the limp softness between his legs, still profoundly spent from the demands of his recent release. “I never said that I didn’t have a refractory period.”

He watched as his partner's lips pulled into a disapproving scowl before a firm hand grabbed his neck, claiming it in a bruising vice.

“What did I say about complaints?”

The man couldn't answer the question; the words were sealed in his throat, unable to escape. Rogue splutters passed from his lips as his eyes blew wide in surprise.

“You said you were prepared to do what I wanted you to. This is what I want.” The hold tightened with resolve, robbing whatever stores of oxygen lingered in his lungs. “Surely you are capable of following a simple instruction?”

Amidst a growing delirium, he was able to offer a weak nod of confirmation, followed by a wheezing sound that tenuously resembled a “Yes.”

“Yes, what? Nines pressed, a second hand enclosing his larynx, ensuring no wayward breaths were able to breach the seal. “Who is it that you are answering to?”

He allowed Gavin some time to deliberate on his response as his pulse quickened beneath the crushing hold of his fingers. He was consumed by the euphoric swim of his oxygen-starved mind, as well as the perverse thrill of knowing that Nines could keep him like this for hours —relinquishing and reapplying pressure in just the right amounts to ensure he never lost consciousness.

“Nines.”

The trembling voice was undercut by a harsh slap across the face. It was the wrong response, and Gavin knew it, but he had allowed his masochistic urges to get the better of him. Desiring the punishment that resulted from insubordination, evident in the renewed arousal that pulsed between his legs.

“Try again”, Nines demanded, grasping the burning flesh of his cheek and hooking a thumb under his jaw, forming a pincer grip. They both knew what he wanted to hear, a title they had both agreed upon for their current situation.

Still reeling from the impact, skin pricked with a lingering sting, Gavin shuddered in excitement before choking out another weak response. “Sir.”

“Much better.”

Without warning, his hips jerked upwards. Harsh and forceful until he was breaching the man's heat. A needy whimper was pulled from his lips as he waited in anticipation for Nines to push deeper, to claim his body in its entirety.

When this didn't happen, he was left confused, on the brink of pleading, as any thrusts he was permitted came shallow and restrained.

“Do you want more?” Nines asked, making no secret of how much he enjoyed seeing Gavin squirm, revelling in the desperation that permeated his every action.

“Please.” His voice was hoarse and strained. Burdened by the weight of lust, as well as the lingering ache of his partner's bruising touch. “I need it, need you.”

There was another sharp, shallow thrust, and Gavin was sent reeling. He tried to roll back against it, seeking completion in the delicious fullness that it promised, but Nines ensured that his fulfilment was held tantalisingly out of reach.

“Remember what I said,” he prompted, fingers digging into his hips in a possessive show of force. “When I let go, you are going to fuck yourself. As hard and as fast as you can endure. Prove how badly you want this. If I am satisfied by your performance, I may seek to reward you.”

With the hold on his hips relinquished Gavin obliged the demand with immediate effect. He lifted himself from his body before pressing down forcefully, taking his partner completely with a strangled cry. Nines watched on as he bottomed out, a low groan escaping his lips. He bathed in the glow of the android's approval, rolling against his length in long, indulgent circles.

Then he leant back, one of his hands grabbing the sheets for additional leverage, as he established a steady pace of movements. With his available hand, he found his arousal, which twitched with renewed interest in response to their current activity. Stroking it back to hardness, he bucked his hips forward—moaning loudly amidst the flagrant exhibitionism.

He was eager to please the watchful audience lying beneath him, chasing the high of his praise. His efforts were rewarded as hands came up to trail appreciatively across his chest, feeling out the disordered patterns of his increasingly erratic breathing.

“Look at you. So perfect for me. I wish you could see yourself this way, the way I see you.”

The words wrapped around him like a caress, compelling him to move with increased vitality. As he did so, he smirked coyly, voicing his interest in the lewd proposition. “Maybe you can show me sometime. Give me the play-by-play.”

He pressed back with targeted force until the hardness inside him was brushing against a familiar bundle of nerves. His vision turned white, and he moved sightlessly through the muddled haze of ecstasy. Forgoing any consideration for the world around him, lost entirely to the sensation.

Rubbing the spot again, his body was finally forced to halt. The expanse of white filled with stars as a wave of dizziness overcame him. Forgoing movement, he focused instead on pleasuring himself, chasing the height of his bliss for the second time that day.

Fuck yes—

Then, his hand was firmly smacked away as Nines put an abrupt end to the gratification. “That's enough.”

Gavin was left to wait, panting and whining as his hand was pinned forcefully to the mattress. He would have lost his balance had it not been for the resistant hold keeping him upright. The android studied him, eyes blown and unfocused, as a wayward crack of sentiment threatened to breach his imposing veneer.

Then he leant forward, brushing his lips tenderly against his neck, seeking out the beat of his pulse with featherlight kisses. “If you need me to slow down at any point, or if you need me to stop, just say.”

“Not fucking happening,” Gavin hissed resolutely, spurring the android forward with a defiant buck of his hips.

Nines moved impossibly fast and hard, leaving him powerless to do anything but yield obediently to the force. His body slumped forward, pressed to the searing warmth of his partner's chest. He could hear the whir of exertion that roared from his inner components as firm arms pulled him close, anchoring him in place.

He was lost in a dream-like daze as though the sensations he was experiencing were no longer his own. A euphoria so far removed from his established reality, it was as though he had lost all possession of his body. Having become an extension of his partner, another part of him.

His arousal was pressed between them, twitching persistently in response to the rampant friction. He was able to make enough sense of the situation to hook a hand between them, capturing it in a tightened fist and pumping vigorously.

“Shit—Fuck—”

His words came in disjointed fragments as he was unable to lend them any greater coherence. Nines appeared to hang on his every garbled inflexion, burrowing his head into the crook of his shoulder, listening closely.

Then, the weight of his palm returned to his neck, halting any noise. The pressure was accompanied by entwining fingers that locked around his windpipe.

“Who do you belong to?” His question pushed forth an energised growl from the back of his throat, crackling with wayward sparks—and damn, how Gavin had grown to love that sound.

It was something so unique to Nines, ensuring there was no doubt in his blissed-out mind as to who was doing this to him. The hand clasped around his neck, the cock spearing into his heat. It was him, all of it, and he never wanted anything different.

The android had him forever, of which he was acutely aware, but this didn't change the fact that he wished to hear it from him. To force the wanton words of devotion from his quivering lips:

“Y-You,” he managed to stammer, prompting the grip around his throat to loosen. “I belong to you, I'm yours.”

His partner hummed in satisfaction, rumbling against the tender bruise he was suckling into his shoulder. “You're being so good for me. So compliant. I think it's time I reward you properly.”

He reached between them, forcing Gavin's hand away from his arousal. Except this time, he extended the courtesy of replacing it with his own.

Nines stroked in time with the measured bucks of his hips, decidedly slower than the pace he had previously established. Skilled levels of force and pressure were applied to the sensitive nerves, reducing him to a whimpering mess in a matter of seconds.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

Gavin could feel his mind race with a myriad of possibilities, each more depraved than the last. Eventually, he settled on an established favourite.

“Behind. Fuck me from behind—please—”

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Nines performed another seamless reversal of their positions. He flipped Gavin onto his back, leaving him to blink up at him with bleary eyes. The intensity of his longing had culminated in a potent haze of lust, and the android acknowledged how easily he could become lost in it should he lose focus.

“Turn around.”

His partner did so obediently, supporting himself on hands and knees, presenting his body in a way that proved impossible to resist. Nines ran his hands appreciatively across the expanse of his back, savouring every scar and contour.

As much as he enjoyed their love-making, there was a lot to be said for these moments of reverence. They served as silent affirmations that the man was adored by him and that any aggression he showed formed part of a licentious guise—something for their mutual enjoyment.

His hands trailed lower, following the curve of his back before finding the tender swell nestled above his thighs. He kneaded into it, teasing his opening and relishing in the desperate whines the motion elicited.

“Do you want me back inside you?”

“Fuck yes. Now, Nines. Stop teasing.”

The exasperated response was met with a harsh strike across his body, echoed by the reddened print left in its wake.

“You don't get to issue commands,” the android warned, prising his entrance with another wayward trail of his thumb. “I haven't finished with you yet, but I'll take what I want as I see fit. If you are unable to stay quiet, there will be consequences.”

“Okay, okay— shit .” Gavin hissed through clenched teeth, flinching instinctively as he nestled deeper into the sheets. The arch of his back provided Nines additional leverage, a gesture he suspected was meant to be subtle.

The android tutted at the expletive as his fingers danced teasingly against the pulsing heat of his skin. He traced the flushed blotches, prideful in the knowledge that he had been the one to cause them. Then he brought down his palm, striking again with heightened force.

“That is not being quiet.”

His partner was pressed further into the bed, propelled by the force of the slap. A weakened voice broke through, muffled against the bunched-up sheets. “I’m sorry.”

He wasn't.

It was evident how much he wanted this, doing everything he could to seek out further discipline. Nines willfully delivered, abusing his flesh in repeated strikes until his partner was howling in delight.

He stopped only when he was struck by a sudden wave of inspiration. “Wait here.”

Fetching the belt which had been left discarded with his pants, he swiftly returned to the bed, using it to play with the man in place of his hands. He teased a stripe across his skin, allowing him a moment to adjust to the weight and feel of the leather—as well as grant him the opportunity to voice any objections, should he have them.

Needless to say, he didn't, with the resulting reception being a series of enthused whimpers and nods.

Nines worked his skin in weighty strikes until the flesh was left raw, streaked with long crimson welts. All the while, Gavin was crying out, howls of pain intermingled with heady trills of satisfaction. Once he deemed the ‘punishment’ to be sufficient, the android abandoned the belt, gripping onto his partner's hips as he lined up against his opening.

He re-entered him in a fluid motion, refusing to stop until his length was engulfed fully by his heat. Hooking one of his arms beneath his stomach, he pulled his lax body towards him, holding it flush against his chest.

“Keep yourself upright.” He looked over his shoulder, noting how the commanding resonance inspired a twitch in the man's arousal. “I want you to see how good you can make yourself feel. How long you can hold out until you come.”

“ What, again ?” Gavin scoffed incredulously as a chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. “I hate to burst your bubble, Nines, but that's not gonna happen. I'm not a fucking teenager.”

The android was left profoundly unsatisfied by the response. He made this disapproval clear with a sharp lunge forward, hard and forceful against the thoroughly wrecked skin. “You can, and you will come for me. I'm not going to stop until you do.”

Gavin shuddered, the motion striking a delicious resonance throughout his body. He felt so warm, so tight, as his muscles contracted around him. Nines could feel his composure slipping fast as a result of the amplified sensation.

He thrust into him again, harder. His partner emitted a tense whine before slumping forward, halted only by the steadying hand that riveted him in place.

“Do you understand me?”

Gavin offered a nod of agreement, ragged breaths hitching desperately as he grappled with his words. “Yes, just— please, Nines. Fuck me.”

He wasted no time in making full use of his body, chasing the peak of their shared ecstasy. As soon as his anchoring arm was removed, his partner lost support completely, flopping laxly against the bed.

Nines tutted in disapproval, though it was entirely for show. A surge of excitement coursed through him as Gavin demonstrated with no uncertainty that his promise of belonging to him wasn't exaggerated. In the vulnerability of his submission, he surrendered himself entirely, devoid of any resistance.

“Get back up,” Nines ordered, grabbing a fistful of tousled brown hair and hoisting it back. “We're not done yet.”

Gavin was unable to form words, expunging a series of strange, garbled fragments in response. With his hand still fisted into his hair, Nines re-established a pace of unruly thrusts. Pulling fiercely as he did, wrenching the man's head back as far as it would physically go.

A shift of movement between Gavin's thighs informed him that he was doing as he’d been told. Stroking himself and making delicious, sinful noises as he did. Through the cacophony of broken sounds, Nines could hear his name spoken with fervent desperation.

He loved how it sounded on his tongue, coiling and dancing against the muscle, labouring every fractured syllable. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling it inspired in him. Nothing even came close.

“Nines —shit, that's it—don't stop—”

He held back long enough to allow Gavin to finish before permitting his own release. An electrical charge pulsed through his mind, igniting every synapse, as his visions gave way to fevered static. Through the daze, he caught a glimpse of his arms—the skin retracting in disordered patches, creating shifting patterns of white.

He rode the waning crest of euphoria, coaxing a few more shallow thrusts. Gavin slumped against him, head lulling onto his shoulder, rendered catatonic by his overstimulation. As the android pulled away, the release came with him, spilling in thick ribbons down his partner's trembling thighs.

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It was the best sex they'd ever had, a feat they seemed to achieve every single time they had it. Gavin lay back on the sodden sheets, too spent to concern himself with the mess. Focusing his efforts on steadying the disordered pace of his breathing.

“I think I saw God.”

The android hummed in amusement, stroking away the loose strands of hair plastered to his forehead. “What did he have to say, anything interesting?

“Only that he saw what I did and that I was in deep shit for it.”

The quip was met with a laugh—rich and throaty, laden with warmth. Powerful arms encircled his body, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I can only apologise for any role I may have played in that.”

“Nah, don't, it was worth it.”

They lay there for a while, bathing in their shared afterglow, as Nines threaded dampened locks through his fingers, planting gentle kisses against the crook of his neck. The tranquil state was only disturbed when a steady beat of yellow began to pulse from his forehead, prompting him to frown.

“Apologies, I am receiving a call,” he mumbled, blanketing the insistent light with one of his palms.

“…Are you not gonna answer it?”

“It can wait. You are more important right now.” The tender kisses spread, charting the remaining course of his neck before moving downwards, following the firm contours of his chest.

Nines appeared intent on exploring every inch of him, with no care or consideration for just how filthy he was right now. Perhaps he was enjoying it. Tasting the traces of release that still clung to his skin, lapping trails through the salty residue, curling his tongue sinfully—

He felt his body ache in protest, putting an abrupt end to the salacious train of thought. “You're pushing it, Nines. I do not have a round three in me.”

“Perhaps you might change your mind if I permit you a short rest.”

“Seriously, loverboy. Get the fuck off me.” He pushed back against the android but with no real weight behind the movement. “Have you even checked who it is? What if it's the shelter? They might be calling to say you got the job.”

Nines’ lips formed a tight pucker that was dangerously close to a pout. “Very well…but after I take this call, I would like it if we could shower together. I'm not done indulging in your body just yet.”

This horny motherfucker is going to kill me.

God, I'm so in love with him.

The pulsing on his temple ceased as the android accepted the call. “Nines Reed speaking.”

There was a period of weighty silence, to which Gavin watched on expectantly. Studying every minute shift in his partner's expression as he nodded along in composed understanding.

“…Right…I…see…thank you for the opportunity.”

The call concluded, and the man watched as Nines' sight trailed to the side, seemingly caught in a state of morose contemplation. His lips pulled into a tight frown before he placed his hand on his partner's shoulder in a show of commiseration. “You didn't get it?”

Then the android's expression promptly shifted as he met his sight, eyes alight with mischievous intent. “No, I did. I just presumed your reaction may be more entertaining if I made it seem like I didn't.”

Any show of tenderness deserted him as Gavin shoved him again, decidedly harder. “You absolute prick.”

“I'm your prick,” Nines said smoothly before taking one of his hands in a gentle clasp, placing the knuckles to his lips. “As much yours as you are mine.”

#dbh #reed900 #dbh fanfiction #dbh nines #dbh fanfic #dbh gavin #detroit become human #dbh rk900 #gavin reed x rk900 #gavin900 #gavin x rk900 #gavin x nines #dbh fic #g9 #gavin reed #rk900

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r0-boat · 1 year

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A larry [from pokemon] x mermaid reader! Like a shape of water au? Sfw and nsfw headcannons? I want this normal man to have a not normal romance. Hes just so normal!

It's been a week since I got this ask and I'm obsessed with it

Normal businessman with fish GF headcanons

Sfw.

Reader has She/her pronouns

Coming home from his 9:00 to 5:00 he sees somebody laying in the sand. Your torso was covered in water and other trash, so he didn't see your tail. You weren't waking up when he poked you. His house wasn't too far from here. his eyes widening when started to remove the sand and garbage from you. does his eyes deceive him or is that fish scales?! he couldn't just leave you here and he highly doubts any normal hospital would help you. he pinches the bridge of his nose cussing under his breath before hauling you over his shoulders. As soon as your tail leaves the water it transforms into normal human legs.

The next time you wake up you're in his bathtub. You are too weak to return to the ocean on your own, Your Tail Fins were bruised and your tail stung with bruises and slight cuts of the garbage and rope that were around you before. This was the only place he could keep you. You were ever grateful. Larry was suffering because this is how he's going to spend his day off, at least your smile was cute.

The two of you couldn't understand each other no matter how much you try to speak to him he just wouldn't understand. He will watch you flinch as he presses an alcohol soaked cotton ball against your wounds. but when you felt his finger grazing over the back of your hand, you felt calm, as if everything was going to be okay.

Larry would always come back from work with different kinds of food for you to try, but your favorite was always grilled rice. balls.

Only after a month or two you would start getting up out of the bathtub on your own. Your legs covered in scars, he has tried taking you back to the ocean where he found you but all you did was shake your head grab his arm, trembling. Oh, dear... At least you are okay with smaller bodies of water.

Larry quickly figured out that your tail wasn't the only thing that changed when it was wet, your skin had a different color entirely your fingers becoming webbed, your eyes were very cat-like, but as long as you are dry you are indistinguishable from humans.

It was apparent that you didn't want to return to the ocean, and truth be told he didn't want you to leave him either. He never knew how lonely he was until he had you in his life. It was always eat sleep work every single day, but now with you it felt like he had something to come home to.

Larry did not mind having you as a roommate. Your curiosity about the things around you was adorable, you held on to his arm, which was a closeness he was still getting used to. You somehow learned how to cook yourself... Maybe it was all that TV you were watching, that would explain how you were slowly beginning to understand him.

Larry always worked so hard to keep you in the house, and you wanted to show your appreciation, so you cooked for him, it was hard you are still getting the hang of reading human language. But seeing his face curl into a smile drove you to do your very best.

While Larry was out Rika visited his apartment, her jaw almost dropping when she saw you, in Larry's oversized pants and t-shirt. the office was buzzing about Larry's new beautiful girlfriend, Larry had the biggest migraine about it as Rika pestered him about how HIM, of all people, caught someone like her.

Nsfw

Cw: corruption Kink,

You are always so entranced with Human TV, especially the shows about human courting. Your face would always blush red at the thought of him being your mate. Larry was so kind and strong, his monotone voice, what sort of comforting most humans scared you, but for some reason, he didn't.

You watched his eyes widen when you push him down into, brushing your lips against his neck; you listened to him stumble over his words, "W-we can't, you-" you didn't care, you loved him, and you wanted him. Your lips were on his losing himself within your touch; you felt his tongue going in your mouth. Only for you to pull away with a mischievous smile. You had a better idea.

You dragged him to the bathroom turning on the water in the bathtub and shower head, it was a little cramped with two people but he took you, he kissed over every scar on your body while he a bit down on your neck. you shuddered feeling his tongue roll over your gills. that night Larry discovered something new about himself.

Now that he has you, he's addicted, playing kissing and caressing every part of you that makes you distinctively inhuman, roles of you that he admittedly had ogled when you weren't looking. He wants more, but he doesn't know how to ask. How Could you ruin an honest average man like this, dear?

When you whisper into his ear that you ruined him for any other human partner, he can't help but whimper Cock throbbing in your hand, because he knows you're right; how could he go back after feeling and filling up something is so pleasurable and beautiful, how could he go back to other humans after kissing and caressing the soft, smooth skin of a Mer. You're sharp teeth nibble, let his ear growl about corrupting him, and he loses it, cumming on your hand.

You give your beloved mate a kiss giving him a well-deserved break. but what you didn't know is that his cock is pulsating back to life has he contemplates on pounding and pumping his cum into your hole corrupting you in return.

#larry pokemon #larry x reader #elite 4 larry #Smut #More Monster fucker Larry #Man is down bad for Monsters #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon x reader #pokemon headcanons #pokemon scarlet and violet x reader

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strawbs-screaming · 7 months

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☆ how the boxers act when drunk ☆

Moe posts without an ask?? How scandalous!!!

Glass Joe

- lightweight, cant walk properly and ends up falling to the floor on his face multiple times

- will not shut up, gets really talkative, only in french sadly

- insists on walking himself home like he can stand on his 2 feet without fighting for his life

- his english gets 100 times worse than usual

- needs to get carried or get thrown in a uber, even then, he'll usually pass out on his doorstep or at the foot of his bed

Von Kaiser

- ever watched a german grandpa transform into a philosopher? Youre about to witness it now,want to wonder "what the fuck is a potato anyway?"

- asks stuff that really makes you think, not anything meaningful but its still gonna make you think

- halfway through his ramblings he just starts dancing

- can actually walk properly, just not to the right direction

- will tell you stories and switch languages halfway through

Disco Kid

- runs away when drunk for no apparent reason or for something he completely made up on the spot, Disco what do you mean you forgot your dog in Oklahoma?? You dont even have a dog

- dances a whole lot more, except hes more likely to fall down a flight of stairs

- even happier, unlike Kaiser he can actually say meaningful stuff without changing dialects halfway through

- picks up people randomly for no reason and spins them around

King Hippo

- hes just.. gone

- passes out the second alcohol hits him

- out cold, this is why he avoids drinking

Piston Hondo

- why is he so sad?? hes just crying please take him home

- will cry over anything, including the fact that hes drunk, poor man crying over thinking hes gonna lose face when drunk

- will cry onto & into anything, bartenders arms? yeah why not, the floor? Yeah why not, will cry you a river

- so worried about losing face hes crying WHILE drunk about losing face

Bear Hugger

- jollier than santa, complete opposite of hondo

- will sing sea shanties, give out free hugs and just be happy

- aware of the fact hes drunk and using it to his advantage to say random stuff

- "i might like raw fish but i also like raw meat"

- "what."

- suprisingly good at walking, also in the right direction i might add

- more likely to laugh at thin air than usual

Great Tiger

- pure chaos, teleporting around to not fall to the floor, only to end up flopping onto another floor

- his clones turn into nightmare fuel, some missing parts of their body, some missing their face, literal body horror

- his magic just degrades into a worse version of itself

- keeps scaring people for no apparent reason

- floats around randomly when bored

Don Flamenco

- flirtier, messier & sadder

- his pick up lines sound like hes having a stroke

- if he gets rejected while drunk he'll just cry

- "hey babygirl.. Are you a 100 bucks?... Because i wanna have you"

- "no thank you"

- "EIGJJHHHSHSHHSHWAHHHHHH"

- holding onto his drinks like someones gonna take it from him, which is most likely true because he needs to be stopped

Aran Ryan

- worse than his usual self, cartwheels around, smacks people for no reason, climbs on top of things and falls then runs away

- you think Disco being a runner was bad?? hes 100 times worse, he just runs without saying anything, hes a fast runner too so hes worse

- somehow speaks irish better when hes drunk, sadly no one can understand him because no one around him knows irish

- fights people for no reason, usually ending in him needing to be held, which ends in him falling asleep

Soda Popinski

- hes just a big ball of anxiety since he was a former alcoholic

- Really worried hes gonna do something dumb so he just curls up into a ball and lays on the ground

- will go home as soon as hes drunk, poor man :(

- if he cant go home he'll try to sober up, much to his failure

- holding back tears

Bald Bull

- wayy more affectionate than usual, giddy and a bit more touchy, hes a sweetheart when drunk and due to this, some people have considered keeping him drunk to avoid his anger, this obviously wouldnt work because liver failure is not fun

- unable to get pissed off when drunk, hes just incapable of anger

- will give out hugs

- also bit of a lightweight, flailing around, trying not to fall, only to fall on his ass

- gets very giggly and laughs a whole lot

- after a few minutes, hes barely able to move and ends up needing to be carried home, even then he doesnt shut up

Super Macho Man

- still a douchebag, but a bit kinder

- very aware of the fact hes drunk, so he finishes every kind sentence with "im drunk so dont expect anything like this when im sober"

- passes out then wakes up again like a windows computer

Mr Sandman

- you cant really tell whenever hes drunk or not, the only difference is him smiling a lot more

- not really aware of the fact hes drunk, Just counts himself as tipsy

- the only person you could trust to drive drunk, except you shouldnt because drunk driving is bad

- randomly falls asleep

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #don flamenco #bald bull #piston hondo #glass joe #aran ryan #great tiger #king hippo #disco kid #wowzers moe is posting something?? without an ask?? How scandalous of him!!!

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practicecourts · 30 days

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No good choices (Moody March Microfic day 13: lonely)

Another @jilymicrofics in the Regency AU where Lord Potter should take his horse’s advice and Miss Evans realises she’s none too fond of men, in general, or is she?

Read on ao3 below the cut (700 wrds)

No Good Choices

… Lily, it is high time you gave up on the ludicrous idea of finding a paid position. Instead, you had better find yourself a proper husband, ensure your future by any means necessary, compromise a gentleman in a public setting, or sprain your ankle. Most firstborns are born early, it’s a fact of life in our social circles. You’re too pretty to be hired as a governess, no Mistress of a respectable house in their right mind would take you on. So stop hiding from the balls. I can’t have you live off me and Mr Dursley, so find yourself a husband that will provide for you. I’ve no interest in accepting that Mr. Snape on your behalf. Believe it or not, but I think you could do better. Just know, I will have no other choice, if you don’t act soon…

The words in Petunia’s handwriting blurred before her eyes. The implications of her elder sister circled her mind like a flock of vultures. Lily shuddered, the idea to trick a man into marriage, a bond that would last until either of them died, horrified her. She could never. She’d much prefer to stay alone, then suffer to feel lonely in an unsuited marriage. Besides, how would she even manage? Would she really dare approach a man? Grab a wandering gentleman by the lapels of his jacket, fling herself in unsuspecting arms, kiss an unattached Lord on the lips, let her fingers wander, and risk losing her virtue in the hopes he’d not walk away after she gave him what he desired? A man could after all, and no one would ever treat them less. Whereas she’d be ruined, without any chances for the future, just because she was a woman. The memory of her overhearing Lord Potter’s complaints about his poor predicament (his estate and title required him to take a wife in order for him to secure an heir) and his laments over the many ladies looking to seduce him to be their husband. He’d even gone as far as say he wanted to have a choice in such a personal matter, and he felt robbed of one. Oh, how angry she still got just thinking about it. How did he dare complain so vehemently, when he had all anyone could wish for? Good health, good fortune, title and lands to his name, proper education. She’d give a lot to be allowed to gain more knowledge. How could the man think he was without choice. What highborn lady would refuse him? A man of his stature and fortune, with great posture and good looks to boot. Lily had to admit she enjoyed looking at him. She even found herself day dreaming about him, his thick dark hair, attractive to her probably because it was a little too wild for society’s standards. Often her thoughts would wander to his eyes that could burn with their intensity, the severity of his look had the power to decide an argument. She’d also seen how they would crinkle just before his lips would quirk into a smile. Oh, how she’d started to look for that beginning of his smile, to see it just before it transformed his face like a sunset changed night into day… Oh, oh.

And just like that, Lily’s jealous anger morphed into something different, still heated, still burning, longing even; she desired Lord Potter, she wanted his smile, his look, to be only for her. What would it be like if he were to kiss her…What would it be like? She ran her finger over her lips, absentmindedly, before she shook her head, embarrassed for imagining he would ever kiss her.

For Lord Potter had made his opinion on women trying to seduce him perfectly clear. And as she was a woman with no fortune, no powerful relations, even when she would somehow find herself alone with him, even if he’d not walk away but instead do the honourable thing—Lily felt her face heat up, she put a cold hand on her cheeks—it would be to no avail, he’d forever think her mercenary, he’d be disgusted and loathe her for the rest of her life. He’d rightfully blame her for ruining his life.

That would be infinitely worse than being alone, but Lily wasn’t sure if it would be worse than living her life as Mr Snape’s wife. Spinsterhood sounded more and more appealing.

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mrwavellswaps · 8 months

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Becoming His Type

Jamie had just been sat and having a couple drinks at the local gay bar when a man walk in who immediately caught his eye. He was fairly tall and lean with young handsome features. But most notably he was wearing a very sharp looking suit. Not a cheap one that was for sure. The man sat down a few seats across from Jamie and ordered a drink. Short and stylish brown hair, perfect porcelain skin, dark stubble coating his face, impeccable sense of style. He was Jamie’s type. So much so that he couldn’t resist shooting his shot. Part of him expected to be shot down right away. After all Jamie never felt like he was anything special. Skinny and pretty average looking, small in most departments and a rather mundane work life. And yet after 10 minutes of talking and laughing the suited man, who’s name turned out to be Leo, grabbed his hand and led Jamie out of the bar so they could head back to his place.

Judging by the attire alone Jamie assumed this guy must’ve had a nice place as well and boy was he right. Soon enough he was standing outside a huge fancy looking place with a gorgeous view as Leo fiddled with his keys until he’d finally unlocked the front door. The two made their way inside and Jamie was just as blown away by the interior as Leo guided them though the place.

Upon arriving at the bedroom, Jamie was last to enter so he turned to close the door behind them. Only when he turned back around, he didn’t have a second to react as Leo slapped what felt sort of like a sticky note on his forehead. “Hey what is-OOUUhhhGghhhHHhh…” Jamie moaned involuntarily as his entire body started to convulse.

“I’ll be honest. You aren’t really my type. But you did seem the most into me at that bar so I thought I’d fix that…” Leo took a step back as he pawed at crotch and watched the transformation begin.

Jamie’s grunts filled the room as his body quickly started the change. His height shot up several inches placing him well above six foot causing his shirt and pants to ride up. His skinny noodle arms quickly started to bulk up, growing larger and thicker by the second. What were once lanky chicken legs began to bulge with insane size, pumping up not only his thighs and calves but his glutes as well! Not to mention his back and shoulders widening while a plump pair of muscle tits began making themselves known. As his muscles continued to swell and rip apart Jamie’s clothes, his pale skin darkened significantly as it filled with melanin giving it a rich brown pigment. All the while his facial features shifted such as his lips growing fuller and nose becoming broader. Even his wavy hair became darker and more wiry before restyling itself into dreads. His hulking body managed to rip through his pants and underwear just in time to give Leo a full view as Jamie’s small dick thickened and elongated to monstrous proportions while his balls grew fat and heavy.

The tag that’d been stuck to Jamie’s forehead fell off at last as his transformation came to an end. “Huh? What the… fuck did you do!?” Jamie bellowed in shock, slightly started by his much deeper voice. “My body… my skin…”

“I made you my type.” Leo grinned as he knelt down to pick up the small piece of paper that’d caused this. “I used one of these handy magic tags on you. This one in particular can turn anyone into a massive black jock.” He said while gesturing towards Jamie’s gigantic new form. “Now how’s about you get over here and stuff me full with that big black cock of yours!”

Jamie wanted to protest but… how could he? He might not have asked for it but this body… it was everything he ever wished he could be. Tall. Buff. Hung. Plus he’d alway kinda wonder what it’d be like to be a black dude. How could he ever be mad about this! Instead he simply allowed Leo to grab him by his giant dick and tug him towards the bed with heavy footsteps!

———

The next morning Jamie was the first to get up. Not much of a surprise considering how he’d destroyed Leo’s hole after depositing three fat loads in there last night. He grabbed the large pair of pyjama bottoms Leo had prepared for him yesterday and pulled them on, still baffled by how such a massive pair of bottoms could fit his new body.

It’d dawned on him that during all the fucking last night, he’d hardly gotten a look at his new face so he headed straight for the bathroom. And he wasn’t disappointed. The man he saw staring back at him was gorgeous. An upgrade from his former self in every way.

Not only was he handsome but was powerful too. He could feel it. These huge muscles weren’t just for show, that was for sure. Every movement he made felt like it had so much weight behind it. And just the way he towered over everything now was intoxicating. Not to mention how even with these baggy ass pyjama bottoms, his new cock was still making a hell of a bulge. And he wasn’t even hard! At that point he just couldn’t stop himself from slipping a hand under the waistband and jerking it a little.

“Ohhh yeah. I could definitely get used to this.” Jamie smirked. “Could probably use a new name though…” He thought as he turned around and pulled his bottoms down slightly to get a look at his thick new ass cheeks, jiggling them a little. “How about… Jabari! Yeahhhhh that sounds good.”

With that Jabari made his way back into the bedroom to see Leo slowly beginning to stir. With a cocky grin he slid back into bed with the man that’d given him this perfect body and wrapped his huge arms around him. “So… I take it we’ll be on for a second date?”

“Absolutely.” Leo confirmed before letting out a small yelp as he felt one of Jabari’s thick fingers sink into his still throbbing hole. Satisfied in having gotten the huge black soon to be boyfriend he desired.

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wickedholl0w · 6 months

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An eternal bond.pt4. Final.

Astarion's POV.

Part 1 👇

Fandom: Baldurs Gate.

Pairing: AstarionxF!Reader/TAV

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Summary:

The story where Astarion is the father of his children comes to an end, after spending months with you and your son, a new child is born and the Vampire Lord makes a decision that completely changed his fate and a great loss.

Notes:

The end of a history can be the beginning of another, no? PS: there no happy end.

Warnings: mature content, explicit and unprotected sex, pregnancy, a lot of blood, no happy ending.

At the time Alec's message arrived, Astarion was very busy at a ball he organized for the high society of Baldurs Gate, filled with alcohol, sex, orgy and blood, this last part for him at least. His spawns were responsible for finding victims in the crowd and his dungeon would soon be full of them again, not that they would live for long, of course they wouldn't, the ones he found most promising he would transform into spawns and thus his empire in The underworld of Baldurs Gate grew more and more, solidified and would soon be one step away from taking the city for himself... But after Alec's message, Astarion felt an urgency greater than his achievements to go after his wife before she disappeared again without leaving a trace, taking her heir.

Of course his plans were simple before seeing her, manipulating her to prevent her from leaving, seeing the boy - from afar of course - and returning to the ball... But when he saw her again that thing inside him screamed for She yearned, begged, desired to smell her up close again, the touch of her warm skin, her delicious lips, her blood... To have her, to make her his again and he gave in to that impulse.

But that thing inside him also wanted the boy, his son, it wanted to see him closer, talk to him, hug him, caress his white curls... But to Astarion's surprise, the boy was a bit cold, He hated him with just one look, which he thought was great, after all, he didn't need his son's love, just for him to stay alive since he was the heir to everything he had achieved.

His whole plan had gone down the drain at last when he lay with her again, when he took her again, when he tasted her, he felt chains binding him to her, an unbreakable bond, he felt love, what he never expected to feel, a spark that ignited and that now burns without stopping.

The decision to spend more time with her, and with the boy, was perhaps hasty, but he needed it, he needed to see what his life would be like if he hadn't ascended, he wanted to see himself at her side with her as his wife, not consort, but wife, and his plans were going beyond warm nights full of sex, he wanted to put another child in her, two, three more, he wanted to fill her with him and have more heirs, obvious reasons of course, since his first one didn't want don't even go near him. And during the several weeks that he was living his dull life in the boy's presence, he refused to speak to him, refused to be in his presence.

The Vampire Lord sighed, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, the sun was almost rising and he looked at his partner sleeping next to him, lying face down and totally naked, full of hickey and light bite marks, his back was sore from her fierce scratching, a delight in fact.

Astarion then leans over to her, to her back, removing her long hair and begins to give slow kisses around the area, she moans and moves in bed, but doesn't wake up. He smiles vilely and continues the kisses, going down to her ass and uncovering it from the sheet, he takes his hand to the soft flesh and squeezes it slowly and gives it a kiss, then he opens his mouth and slides his teeth along the skin, his fangs leaving two straight scratches from which drops of blood began to emerge and he licked them.

"Hmm..." she mumbles and slowly looks at him over her shoulder. "Astarion, I'm sleeping..."

"For now," he says moving behind her and she sighs tiredly.He then holds the two sides of her ass and pulls them apart, bends down to the space between them and kisses down to her sex, which was already wet, hot. The vampire then lets out a malicious laugh. "Your dreams were very wet, darling" he says and she takes a deep breath when his tongue traces the entire length making her moan.

Without having to order her to stick her ass for him, she did so by grabbing the pillow.

"So obedient," he says, laughing, kissing her sex. "You're perfect."

He touches the hot and wet area, causing the woman to let out a loud, hoarse moan. His tongue penetrates her, being embraced by her inner walls in her slippery sex, making him almost go into ecstasy. His mouth went down to her clitoris, his lips taking it between them and he began to suck it slowly, tortuously, nibbling, licking. Her heavy breath, her trembling body and her moans make the penis pulse, making the accumulation of pre-ejaculatory liquid drip onto the sheet.

"Astarion..." she moans his name in a soft, velvety way, making him respond with a loud, hoarse purr as he sucks her slowly, taking in all her sweet juice, smearing himself with it. He moves away from her and gets on his knees behind the woman, the vampire takes his hand to his throbbing cock and slowly masturbates it, looking at the woman's soaked intimacy, it even runs down her leg.

Gods, how delicious she was.

He then slaps her on the ass, making her let out a moaning scream and looking over her shoulder, drunk with pleasure. She spreads her legs further apart in a more than inviting way.

"Good girl," he says with a husky and sensual voice, leaning over her, grabbing her hair by the back of her neck firmly and giving her a fierce and thirsty kiss. Astarion takes his hand to his dick and positions it at the entrance to the woman's sex and slowly penetrates her, causing her to let out a sigh of relief and a wide smile, biting her lower lip. "I want to fuck you until you won't be able to get out of this bed for a whole day" he says against her ear.

He begins to thrust into her, very slowly, her inner walls contracting around him deliciously. The Vampire Lord passes his arm under her and takes his fingers to the woman's swollen and sensitive clitoris, starting to make slow circular movements, very slowly, while he continues to insert it slowly. She takes a shaky breath and sucks in air between her exposed teeth and moves her hips with his movements.

Astarion smiles, in more than 200 years, hundreds of lovers, men and women, none have ever had such an extreme connection with him, never had sex so delicious and that suited him, that completed him. Her body trembles as if she were exposed to extreme cold, her moans increase and she takes a hand to his disheveled hair, grabbing the curls between her fingers and turns her face towards him, giving him a deep, flustered kiss. He moans into the kiss as he increases the pace of his thrusts a little, going deeper. The Lord takes his hand to the woman's neck, grabbing it there gently, holding her while he kisses her face, her moans are loud, mixing with the obscene noise of sex and his skin slowly slapping against hers.

Astarion continues that rhythm, not fast, not slow, but deeply, moving in and out of her almost to the tip of his cock and back to the end of her. His partner's hot body began to tremble, the moans becoming uncontrolled and she became tighter and tighter and soon they both reached orgasm together, he kissed her while pouring his seed inside her, deep inside, ensuring that nothing was wasted .When his cock stopped spasming, Astarion ceases the kiss and puts his forehead against the side of the woman's head, who breathes heavily and moans softly.

"You are my ruin" he says very softly in her ear, making her smile sweetly. Slowly he withdraws from her and rolls over on the bed until he is lying face to face with the woman who has the most beautiful satisfied smile on her face.

He caresses her cheek and gives her a long kiss, she soon fell asleep still with that beautiful smile and he couldn't feel anything other than pride in himself for making that woman satisfied.

He sighs and was about to snuggle up to her, however, a very suspicious noise upstairs made him alert. Astarion then gets up from the bed, puts on pants and walks out of the room, arriving in the common area of the house he continues to hear suspicious noises, then goes up the stairs heading towards the only room on the upper floor, his son's room.

The vampire opens the door to the boy's room and sees a surprising vision: little Astarion was returning from a night out. The boy didn't notice his presence as he closed the window surreptitiously. Astarion arches his eyebrow with a sideways smile, he crosses his arms and leans his shoulder against the doorframe just waiting for Asta to notice him. The boy slowly turned around and headed towards the bed where Scratch, the old dog, was sleeping.As soon as Asta noticed him, the boy widened his eyes and froze in place, staring at him. The boy's chin and the corners of his mouth were covered in blood.

"It's better to clean your mouth before going to sleep" Astarion said to his son, who had an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" the boy asks.

"I heard a certain "raccoon" climbing from the walls", the vampire says, moving away from the door frame and walking further into the room. "Sneaking out at night? Your mother won't like this at all."

"You have nothing to do with this, and you won't tell my mother" the boy retorts in pure diseducation.

"I think you forgot a small detail, boy", Astarion says. "That I am your father."

The boy makes a disgusted face and shows his teeth, his sharp fangs and Astarion laughs.

"You're cute, son" he says leaving the room and as he goes down the stairs he hears the door slamming loudly. He could say that it was bothering him that the boy hated himself so much, but it didn't make any difference to tell the truth.

***

The Vampire Lord's wife ate breakfast with their son, sitting at the table while eating a lot, he didn't judge her, after all he had kept her very busy during the night, hunger was an obvious result. Astarion looks at his son who is just picking at the food, he must be full, in fact, the little night hunt must have been satiating for the boy.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the woman asks and the boy looks at her, eyes innocent and surprised. Small two-faced.

"I'm not hungry... Can I go?" He asks and she gives him a sweet smile.

"Of course, don't forget the books" she says, taking his plate and moving it away from the smiling boy. He gets up and goes around the table, hugs his mother, kissing her on the temple and she then kisses him on the cheek. Then Asta leaves the kitchen, goes to the closet next to the door and there he had a backpack and went out

"Does he never miss?", the vampire asks.

"He loves studying", the woman replies.

"He really is a very diligent student", he says, approaching her from behind and leaning over her, what makes gives she smile.

"His father was an academic, maybe that influenced him" she says and he smiles resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you know that he leaves at night?" he says and she stops with the cutlery. The woman stops and looks at him, raising her eyebrows.

"What?" Astarion lets out a low laugh and moves away from her, pulls out the chair next to the woman's and sits there.

"Today after our delicious sex, I heard a suspicious noise coming from the upper floor, from his room", said the Vampire Lord and she continued looking at him, in total silence. "I went to find out and our beloved boy was returning from his nighttime getaway with blood on his mouth."

"My goodness", she exclaimed, bringing her hands to her face and then lowering them and looking at him. "Blood from what?", Astarion wrinkled his forehead at the question.

"I don't know for sure, but it was from an animal", he replied and she breathed a sigh of relief. A certain discomfort ran through the vampire determined to relieve his wife... "Astarion never drank people's blood, I suppose" he said seriously and she looked at him.

"He drank mine, but he didn't want any more and so we went on the animal diet", she said, getting up and taking the dishes from the table. "He doesn't like drinking people's blood."

Astarion laughs and she looks at him, then ignores him, letting him laugh alone while she takes the dishes to the sink.

"Love, impossible", he says. "The blood of humanoid beings is infinitely tastier, superior. The boy has needed this type of blood since he was in your belly. Remember?"

"It was different, I was the one who drank..."

"But he was the one who needed it", he replied, getting up and going to her. "You know, my love... I know you two like this life... of peasants. But, I see that this is not the best place for Astarion. He needs more..."

"No," she said. "It is not necessary."

"It would even be good for his studies," the vampire continues. "Think carefully..."

"No!" she exclaimed, putting down the dishes and turning to him, tears in her eyes, her body shaking. "No..."

He stares at her in silence and she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting the tears fall.

"You've been here too long, if you miss Baldurs Gate so much, you should go back to your palace," she said. "I couldn't have allowed you to stay..."

"You need me, you want me, you love me," he growls between his teeth, taking her shoulders with his hands. "You are mine."

"I'm not" the woman replies, looking into his eyes. "Astarion, and I can't be, even if I love you, even if you are the father of my children... this will never work."

The Vampire Lord closes his eyes taking a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not rip that insolent woman's head off... And at that moment he noticed that she used the word children, in the plural. He opened his red eyes, looking at her with surprise.

"You are pregnant?" he asked and she pushed him away from her, turning around him. "Answer me!"

"I am!" she shouts with a choked voice, looking at him. "I am..."

Astarion has a livid expression on his face, a small smile forming.

"Since when?..."

"It's been a week since I found out."

"And you weren't going to tell me?"

"You would know, when you were at the palace, Alec would break the news."

"In the palace?", he questions, approaching slowly. "Did you already have plans to expel me?"

"Yes," she replied firmly. "You have your empire to look after, Astarion, you have your dark and cruel world waiting for you. And even though it pains me to say... you don't belong here, you don't belong on our side." she places her hand on her belly. "Enough" she said, turning her back and leaving the house.

Astarion stopped and looked around, he looked at his hands... who he was trying to fool by spending there four months there wasn't his wife or the boy, he was fooling himself, letting himself be carried away by that thing inside him, that weak voice, that weakness that begged for life that he said goodbye to without even feeling guilty.

She was right, he didn't belong there.

***

At the exact moment the Vampire Lord was satisfying himself on the neck of a beautiful human boy, young, handsome, with delicious blood. And he would continue to enjoy the boy's neck if it weren't for a message from Alec:

"Your consort is not well, my Master."

He would ignore it, after all, she didn't want him around, but one small detail made him panic... His wife was pregnant and the birth was a few days away, by his count. At the same moment, the vampire removed his mouth from the human, pushing him hard against the wall, enough to kill the unfortunate man. It didn't matter the moment of pleasure, no, if she wasn't well, he had to go. He quickly put on a hideously ordinary outfit and set off towards the remote location in the form of black smoke, moving faster than the winds. When already flying over the property, Astarion descended to the ground, brutally hitting him, causing black smoke to spread everywhere and he soon started walking towards the house.

The smell of her blood invaded his nostrils, his pupils dilated and his heart accelerated, it was a lot of blood. Astarion's eyes hover over his son who was sitting on the porch, the owl bear nearby as well as Scratch and Alec comforting the boy. As soon as the spawn saw him, he put himself in an alert position, moving away from the boy.

"Master..."

"What is happening?" Astarion asked, walking straight past him and opening the door of the house, to his surprise, Alec followed him into the residence.

"The labor is being..." the boy was saying when Astarion opened the door to the woman's room and was completely paralyzed.

Bloody towels, buckets of red water, the smell of blood so strong that it seemed to be inside her body and she... She was sitting on the bed, naked, legs open and the sheet completely red with blood, she was leaning against the pillows and panting, weak.

"Difficult..." Alec said, swallowing hard.

The midwife looked at them.

"No men here!"

" Shut up!" Astarion roared in his total fury, making the dwarf flinch.

The pale elf quickly walked over to his exhausted wife, holding her head by the back of her neck and making her look at him... Her eyes were almost lifeless.

"No, no, no," he said, bringing his other hand to her face and looked at the midwife. "Do something!"

"I-I've already done everything I could " she said. "The child is turned over... The only way would be to open the belly."

"But that would kill her" said Alec and the dwarf looked at him.

"It won't be much different than now "-she said and Astarion looked at the face of the woman who owed everything he had, everything, absolutely everything.

"You can't give up" he said and the twilight began to paint the night sky. "You are the damn heroine of Baldurs Gate! Let's go!" he held her face in his hands, but she didn't respond, her breathing was shallow... there was no solution, death was waiting to take her. "Open it" said Astarion to the midwife. The little woman and Alec looked at each other wide-eyed. "Open the damn belly and take out the child!"

"But, Sir..." the midwife was saying.

"Now!" Astarion ordered, his voice becoming thicker, like that of a demon and his eyes glowed red. The midwife said nothing, just quickly took the necessary sharp instrument and went to the slowly dying woman. The dwarf skillfully began to open a cut on the foot of the woman's belly, who made an expression of pain and moaned softly.

" It's okay, it will be quick, I promise, my love, I promise" said Astarion, kissing her on the forehead, his red eyes then went to the midwife who was opening the belly, the blood running like a stream from the incision.

The small hands were soon entering the open cut, feeling, searching, while the Vampire Lord's wife moaned in pain, almost dying.

"Get her out soon!" Alec screams in despair.

"I am trying! - the midwife says and Astarion sees her two hands pulling the baby's feet out of the cut.

"Just a little more" said Alec, going to the last clean towel, picking it up and approaching the midwife who pulled the baby out. Alec quickly wrapped the white towel around him.

"She's not breathing, clear her airways!" said the midwife, going with Alec to the small table prepared to receive the baby and they began to try to save the child's life. Astarion then looked at the woman, her eyes dull, her breathing failing, ending... he knew she would hate him for that.

The Vampire Lord quickly bit his own wrist, opening a large wound, and grabbed the woman's chin, opening her mouth.

"Here, take everything" he said, pouring the ascended blood into her mouth, flooding it, causing the blood to flow down her throat. "You can't leave me, I forbid you."

He said with tears running down his face and rested his forehead against the side of her forehead. At the same moment the baby cried, she took a deep breath, her body began to spasm, the cut in her belly closed and she began to scream.

"By the gods..." said the midwife completely in shock. The dwarf looked at the baby who was now crying and being cleaned by Alec. "This is the spawn of a demon..."

Astarion looked at the woman and then at Alec who was looking at her angrily. With a signal from the lord, the spawn advanced on the dwarf, sinking his fangs into her neck. Astarion's wife, however, stopped screaming and writhing, falling into a deep sleep amidst the blood-soaked sheets. Alec finished drying the midwife's veins and quickly returned to the baby, wrapping him in the towel again and cradling him on his chest.

"Bring him here" said Astarion and the spawn obeyed him promptly.

The vampire took the newborn child in his hands and placed it in his arm, the little white thing, bald and covered in blood, couldn't stop crying.

"Maybe it's better to put her on her mother's chest" said Alec and Astarion nodded.

With the greatest care and delicacy he had, he placed the baby against her chest, helped the little one find the nipple and to his surprise, the child began to breastfeed. A small smile formed on the pale elf's lips seeing the offspring feeding on his mother.

"Master... You... Really transformed her" said Alec.

"She and I will discuss this later" said Astarion holding the baby carefully against her chest. "Now, let's take care of this boy..."

"Girl, Master" Alec corrected. "She is a girl."

Astarion raised his eyebrow and gave a small smile... girl, your girl, your princess.

"Mom?..." Asta's voice at the door made the two vampires look at him. The boy's eyes were wide, scared, he was shaking with horror.

"Asta..." said Alec, raising his hands at elbow height. "Asta, stay calm..."

"What you did do to my mother?!" the boy shouted furiously, tears running down his face.

"Your mother is well, Astarion" said the Lord. "She's just tired."

"You are lying!" the boy shouts. "Mommy!" he tried to run to her, but Alec got in front of her.

"She's going to be fine, Asta" said the spawn. "Please, leave."

The boy was breathing heavily, looking scared everywhere, at his mother lying inert in the bed with a baby against her chest... He soon ran quickly out of the room.

"Asta!" Alec shouted, going after him.

"Leave the boy, I need you here" said Astarion, leaning over the woman and the child stopped before leaving the room. "Clean everything.

"But, Master, Asta..."

"He will come back" he replied as he picked up the now quiet baby and placed her in the small crib nearby. "I'll take care of her mother."

Alec didn't answer anything, just nodded while the Master took the unconscious and bloody woman in his arms and left heading towards the bathroom.

Her life now belonged to him.

***

Astarion himself, after giving the woman a bath, took care of the newborn baby, gave her a warm and careful bath and then put on clean, white clothes. He didn't get tired of looking at the little girl, she had white skin, pale as ivory, pale like his and from the few strands of hair he knew they would be white, now her eyes... those would be a mystery until they established their color. But she was beautiful, perfect, his little Aurora.

The Vampire Lord later went in search of his firstborn. He followed the trail of him and the animals, but all he found was the old dog... Dead. There was no sign of violence on his body, nothing, he was just dead, undoubtedly due to his age, his heart must have stopped, and the body was very far from the house. The owl bear's trail had also simply disappeared, as had the boy's, which made Astarion uncomfortable, his heir had simply disappeared and that wasn't good at all, in fact, it was terrible for a huge list of reasons. He returned to the house, empty-handed, and as soon as he was close he heard the woman's enraged screams.

"HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?!" Astarion at that moment closed his eyes and took a deep breath, it was time to face the consequences of his desperate act. "Madam, please calm down..."

"Saying that will only make her angrier "said the vampire lord, making the woman look at him. The now red eyes had only one feeling printed on them: anger.

"You..." she said through exposed teeth. "I'll kill you!"

She advances towards Astarion.

"No you won't " he says and she stops, her eyes now scared... Realizing that she was obeying his order. "Calm down and sit down, right now. Even though her body dressed in a simple red dress showed reluctance, she sat on a chair at the table and stared at the floor.

"Alec, continue the search" ordered the cub, who gladly obeyed. Because his spawn were made with ascended blood, some of them Astarion gave the gift of being able to walk under the sun. "What did you do... What did you do..." said the woman tremblingly looking at her pale hands while tears fell onto her palms.

"I had no choice," Astarion said and she raised her red eyes to him. "I was losing you, my decision was a pure act..."he looked at her haggard face. "Desperation, selfishness... Hope of not losing you."

She closed her eyes tightly, lowering her head. Astarion then approaches the woman, places himself on one knee in front of her and holds her now icy hands.

"Try to understand, I couldn't lose you" he says, placing a hand on her face and she leans towards the touch. "I can't ask for forgiveness, because I know it's unforgivable."

"How am I going to tell this to Asta?" she questions and that thing inside Astarion seemed to hurt, become tight, crushed.

"Honey... The boy... He left last night, with the animals, after the baby was born" Astarion said and she looked at him without understanding. "I found the old dog, but the trail of the owl bear and the boy..."

"What are you saying?" she questioned, letting go of his hand and moving away from his touch. The Vampire Lord took a deep breath.

"Our son is missing" he said finally.

Little by little, the woman's eyes opened wide, an expression of pure terror and anguish appearing on her beautiful face.

"What?..."

"But don't worry, we're already looking for him" said Astarion, holding her face in his hands.The woman was so shocked that she couldn't express despair or anger, she just said:

"I want my son... Let's find him" said Astarion.She only came out of her shock when the baby in the room started crying, this caused Astarion's partner to become alert and quickly get up and go towards the girl. He followed her and stood at the door watching her take the small white-clad bundle into her arms.

"How will it be now?" she asked, lowering the strap of her dress, taking her left breast out, it didn't take long for the little girl to start suckling hungrily. "How am I going to feed her when the fangs are born?"

"She will continue drinking your milk and your blood" said Astarion, approaching and placing himself behind the woman, his hands resting on her hips and his face pressed against hers. "But, I believe that the blood of a living being will have to be given."

She closed her eyes again causing more tears to fall.

"Let's look for Asta after she finishes breastfeeding" she said, opening her red eyes and looking at the little newborn. "Let's bring her brother back..."

"Yes" said Astarion, resting his chin on the woman's right shoulder. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

"Yes..." she replied softly in a tearful voice. "I can't even think of a name for her.."

"Don't worry, my treasure"said Astarion, placing a hand on the little girl's head. "I already thought about that. The vampire's wife looked at him. "Her name is Aurora" he said.

She gave a shaky little smile and looked at the baby again.

"Welcome, Aurora " she said, crying again and Astarion wrapped his arms around the woman in a futile attempt to comfort her heart, but nothing could comfort her until they found the boy.

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The search for Astarion continued, for days, weeks, months... And nothing, they didn't find the boy and every day more and more, the Vampire Lord saw his wife, his consort, fall into a deep abyss and she just wasn't going deeper and deeper for Aurora, for their daughter who would soon turn one year old. Astarion liked to spoil the girl, he liked to make her laugh, he dressed her in the most expensive and luxurious clothes, she had all the toys possible and for her he redecorated the entire palace. No gloomy colors, no sordid decor, nothing that could dull the shine of his perfect, immaculate daughter. Of course there were still the dark parts, parts that Aurora should never set foot in or know about, usually the parts where most of Astarion's spawn lived. He didn't like their presence near Aurora, he handpicked vampires who could be his daughter's companion.

Regarding the outside world, he also wouldn't allow Aurora to leave Baldurs Gate, not after the disappearance of her older brother... Astarion didn't understand what had happened to his son, it didn't make sense, a boy and a damn owl bear disappearing without a trace was absurd. But he hadn't given up on finding the boy, he chose the most competent spawn to go with Alec in search of the boy throughout Faêrun and they could only return with the boy and the damn owl bear.

The Vampire Lord supervised the team of a renowned painter in the city by placing the monumental painting of the Ancunín family on the main wall of the ballroom. In the image he was standing, elegant and with an unparalleled posture, next to his consort sitting in a cream upholstered chair with the baby on her lap facing her, but looking in the direction of the painter. The painting was clear, vivid, full of light, the three wore light, haute couture clothes, in a well-lit environment with little information other than the extraordinary beauty of that family.

"A little further to the left" ordered Astarion and the poor mortals who placed the painting trembled on the stairs, balancing themselves to adjust the frame perfectly.

"It was already straight" the woman's voice says, entering the room and he looked at her. She wore a beautiful noble crimson dress, her daughter in her arms wore a beautiful dress in a bluish tone. The girl was the synonym of perfection and beauty, her white hair formed thick curls that were already shoulder-length, her skin was delicate and pale like ivory and her eyes... They were blue, a pale blue like the full moon, when he noticed her eyes were forming that color, he was sure they were his eyes before he was transformed.

"Your perception isn't very sharp, my love" he said with her stopping beside him. Aurora laid her head on her mother's shoulder, drowsy.

"Apparently, it better than yours" she said, passing him and lightly bumping hher shoulder against his arm. Astarion raised his eyebrow and followed her gaze, he knew she was far from happy, but she was there with him and that was all that mattered. After the painting was finally placed, he went in search of his beloved consort and found her in her daughter's beautiful room, fit for a princess. She was lying on the huge bed next to the sleeping girl. She tapped her fingers lightly on Aurora's bottom and hummed a song softly. The Vampire Lord approached the bed and the woman looked sideways with red eyes, ignored him and continued to rock Aurora to sleep.

Knowing he was intruding, the pale elf snuck over to the bed and lay down on the other side of the girl, returning to her mother who was facing him. Astarion took his long fingers to his daughter's curls, sinking them into the silky strands.

"I know you're not happy "he said softly and the woman looked at him. "But I'm working to make it happen. I swear that soon the four of us will be together." he looked at her, a small smile graced her beautiful lips, and slowly she leaned towards him, sealing her lips in a warm kiss. She then lay down on the bed and snuggled Aurora against her, and the vampire couldn't resist lying down too and placing both of them on his broad chest.He could be the biggest bloodthirsty tyrant that Baldurs Gate would have, but with his family he would always wear the good mask, the fake that left that thing trapped inside him free to live the illusion of a happy and perfect family.

What he knew could never be.

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Astarion couldn't say how he was simply sucked into a portal next to the Bear, he remembers running through the forest with the animal following him along with Scratch and then, when they were close to a stone wall, a purple light enveloped them, just he and the bear and Scratch stayed behind. But the strangest thing was waking up in a bed in a place he didn't know, strange and the strangest thing was the man who apparently was taking care of him. His name was Gale, and he was a powerful and skilled wizard and the crazy thing was that he knew his mother... And her father.

They had fought against the Absolute before Asta was born, even though he was already in his mother's womb. At the time he didn't know how to get home, he didn't know where his house actually was, so Gale took care of him and the Bear and Asta had to admit that he saw him as a father and Gale saw him as a son, he taught him everything about magic, made him study the arcane art and helped him, but Astarion also continued with his physical training, swords, bows, all types of weapons and combat. He had to stay strong because of what was happening in Faêrun, the rise of the Dark Empire, led by the Vampire Lord who was his father. As the years passed, Asta's father became more and more powerful, his claws were embedded throughout the Sword Coast, his power was unique, extreme. Asta knew that that night after giving birth, the bastard had transformed his mother and taken her and his brother, or sister, to the palace where they were now trapped. Everything the boy wanted most in that world was just one thing:

"Revenge " said Asta, packing his backpack for his journey while the teacher, the master, watched him. Gale already had gray strands among his brown ones, marks of time on his face, but he always seemed energetic.

"What you're doing is very risky," Gale said. "Even though you are the son of Astarion, he will kill you."

"I spent years training, professor" said Asta, turning to him. "Years, I'm ready."

Gale crossed his arms over his chest and let out a long sigh, worry on his face.

" Don't go alone," he said. "Find allies."

"The road to Baldurs Gate is long, I'm sure the Bear and I will find allies" he said, finishing closing his backpack and placing it on his back. Asta was now a man in his late 30s, he was no longer a boy, but Gale still looked at him as if he were, as if he needed his protection.

"I'll be fine, and when this is all over, I'll come back with my mother" he said and Gale smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I hope so" said the wizard and Asta knew he was trying to look tough at that moment.The dhampir then went to the man and hugged him, Gale took a few seconds to return the hug, which became tight.

"I'll be fine" said Asta and Gale let out a shaky, nasal laugh, ready to cry.

"I hope so, son" he said, taking his hand to Asta's hair, stroking the strands between his trembling fingers.

After the difficult farewell, Asta left the wizard's tower and together with the owl bear began his journey along the road to Baldurs Gate, towards his revenge and rescuing his family from the monster's clutches.

But what he couldn't imagine was that he was continuing a cycle of pain and suffering.

#fanfic #oneshot #smut #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion art #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion x tav

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quietly-by-myself · 9 months

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A Wicked Work of Art - Chapter 13

Masterlist

A little short but Important Things Happen

CW: medical whump, trans whumpee, test subject whumpee, experiment whumpee, fantasy racism, dehumanization, fantasy whump, suicidal whumpee, mentioned/discussed noncon, institutionalized slavery, angels and demons, allusion to domestic violence, transformation whump, emeto mention

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There was a shatterproof mirror in the lab cell’s bathroom. Akakios had checked the “shatterproof” part. No, there were no means to an end in the bathroom. Everything was set up to make suicide impossible. Whether that was because subjects frequently committed suicide or because of Akakios himself, he didn’t know.

However, one thing had become obvious one fateful day after Akakios had taken his doctor-prescribed showers. As he was brushing his hair like Vasiliki had ordered him to, he’d found nubs.

It had taken Akakios a moment to understand what they were. They were boney and sharp. It even hurt a bit to touch the base.

They were the start of horns.

Asimi’s words came back to Akakios. If I stay with you for too long, my love, you’ll become like me. Once you start, you can’t stop.

Akakios immediately did his hair in a way that would hide them. Fear pounded in his chest. God, if Vasiliki found out-

His mind raced with all the awful scenarios. It would mean more pain, more torture, more experimentation. Maybe, just maybe, Vasiliki would finally use him.

After all, Akakios had been trained for little more than sex. Constantine had used it to break him.

It would follow that Vasiliki would do the same now that Akakios was becoming a devil.

—

“Akakios, I know you probably want to sleep.”

Akakios had curled up in a ball on the table after Vasiliki had released his restraints. Seeing Akakios like that made Vasiliki feel guilty. He was going to have to make it so much worse for Akakios. He didn’t want to.

But there was something he needed to do before he hurt Akakios.

“I noticed the horns. They’re peeking out of your hair now. You’re transforming, aren’t you?”

Akakios was quiet, tears rolling down his face. The tears soon turned into uncontrolled sobbing. Vasiliki moved from his chair to sit on the floor next to Akakios. It was a delicate situation - one perhaps too delicate for Vasiliki. He didn’t know how to handle it.

However, looking at Akakios, he felt his pain. It was an odd feeling - he thought that the part of him that wasn’t human had taken his ability to feel connections with other people away.

Maybe the reason he felt that mystical connection that had been missing his entire life with Akakios was because Akakios wasn’t really human anymore.

But that made it even more confusing. Akakios was turning into a devil, not an angel. If he could only feel connections with nonhumans, wouldn’t it make sense that he could only feel them with angels? Vasiliki didn’t know.

What he did know was that he felt a distinctive pain in his chest. One that made him want to reach out and hug Akakios. One that made what he had to do impossible.

“You should’ve told me.” Vasiliki did his best to avoid a scolding tone, even if that was what it was. “I…” Vasiliki didn’t know what to say.

And he didn’t get time to think over what he wanted to say. Akakios was the one to speak.

“Please don’t use me.” Akakios sobbed some more. Vasiliki decided to allow him to speak his mind. “I- I know it’s all I’m good for, but please, I don’t want it. I don’t want you to.”

Vasiliki paused. “What do you mean that it’s all you’re good for?”

“I was rated at low value because I’m defective. They trained me for sex because sex slaves always sell. I’m worthless outside of sex and I know it’s only a matter of time before you realize that. Now that I’m becoming a devil, you’re going to use it to break me like my handler did.”

Akakios lost control of his breathing again and began to sob.

Vasiliki sat in cold silence. What the Facility did never bothered him before now. Sitting there and listening to Akakios relay everything that had been told to him, all the lies he’d been told, made it real in a way that it wasn’t before. Vasiliki found himself disgusted with himself. He’d contributed to this. He’d enabled it. He’d been a part of it, even.

Just that thought, watching Akakios sob, made him want to vomit. Vasiliki couldn’t be so self-centered though. Akakios needed him. Akakios was the victim, not him.

No.

Vasiliki was the villain here.

The image of Stergios popped into his head.

Was this the moment Stergios had been waiting for him to have? To be so disgusted with himself that he wanted to bathe in kerosene and light a cigarette?

Oh, to have Stergios by his side to guide him through these crushing emotions. To comfort Akakios better than he ever could.

But Stergios wasn’t there.

It was just him.

“Akakios, can you look at me?”

That marred, burned face looked up at him, eyes red and puffy.

“I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened to you. I-” He took a breath. “It was only once for me, but I was raped too. It doesn’t even remotely compare to what you’ve been through, but I would never do that to you.”

Vasiliki found tears in his eyes. He couldn’t tell Akakios that he would have to punish him. He couldn’t punish Akakios. He was going to get Akakios out of here.

“I need you to obey everything I say, but after that, you’ll be safe.”

Akakios looked at him in shock.

“I’m getting you out of here, Akakios. We’re going somewhere safe. Somewhere you can get help for your transformation. This isn’t right. And I refuse to be a part of it any longer.”

…

Akakios looked at Vasiliki in shock. This had to be some sort of joke. However, as Vasiliki picked him up and strapped him to a wheelchair, Akakios thought it might’ve been to drag him to his execution.

However, the halls turned unfamiliar. Faintly, Akakios could smell freshly cut grass and must. It was a smell that hadn’t reached his nose for at least a year.

Maybe, just maybe…

Vasiliki waved his card at the door and it opened without a beep. Outside. He was outside. In a nearly-abandoned parking lot, but he was outside!

This was happening.

This was actually happening.

Akakios thought for a moment that he had to be dreaming. However, the feeling of the leather of Vasiliki’s car was certainly real. It burned his exposed legs a little. Against the freezing cold of the night, it was a shock.

“Just stay quiet and if anyone pulls us over, I’m taking you home to fuck you.”

Akakios’ heart sank. Was that what was happening?

Vasiliki took off at lightning speed.

Even if Vasiliki was taking him home for use, Akakios found himself not caring.

At least he was out of the Facility, even if only for a little.

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Fragments - episodes 15-18 author notes

Shall we sit back and go over the recent episodes together? C:

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

Any theme song enjoyers? I associate this song with this moment, and generally with Exarch’s longing and excitement that can’t be shown. “And in my usual voice, I say, there you are”.

Go away grandpa, you crashed an otherwise perfect party :’>

Had this followed the msq more closely, i.e. had Feo Ul not been the first to find Vivi, or had it happened in an environment more familiar to him, he might've asked Exarch if he's shy, or just ugly. Kinda like if you’re a bully in your school, you might still wanna keep a low profile in a new school.

Vivi treads lightly in a new world, at least tries to. He doesn't yet know how thick or thin is the ice under his feet.

Exarch doesn’t know about the tree since he was busy waiting for Vivi in the Ocular, having just finished the summoning spell, tense and giddy, hood up and all. Minutes passed, nothing happened, then Exarch started getting antsy and finally turned on his tv to find Vivi in Lakeland.

“Hey it could’ve been your spine” I hope is clear: as in Vivi could’ve landed on Lyna instead of the aforementioned tree, not a threat to snap her spine in a fight. He knows better than taunting random people.. Moreover, people stronger than him x’D

Artist achievement unlocked: managed to make a hooded person look expressive. IN THE BACK VIEW.

SPROUT?!

He’s more cute than he deserves to be here and you’ll perceive him.

Being at the end of the episode, “we’re friends, yes” is the first and only line almost nonchalantly tossed to Vivi! Exarch wanted to buy time and observe him, how he’s changed, how’s best to approach him now.

..And Vivi needs rest and new clothes, he spent AN ENTIRE DAY in one outfit. We've seen him around several people so far, and, while he's always genuine, he's the most himself with Exarch, even at this early stage.

But yeah, he’s jaded, regrets many choices in his life and wants his money back.

Vivi's tailored for this ship. Before I even knew that I wanted to write a comic of this size, I asked myself, what condition does he need to be in at the beginning of ShB for the chemistry to happen? The answer was, well, "terrible". I’ve got the juicy deets, but you’d have to be patient and keep an eye out for more flashbacks sprinkled in throughout the story.

What matters now is that, finally, both of them are sufficiently tired to start noticing something else than gremlins in each other.

Have fun living with the knowledge that there’s no face where it’s supposed to be :>

Exarch has a way with the fae: don't flinch, offer them something nice. He offers rest to Vivi without hesitation, as soon as he sees his emotionally battered state. And, oh, he’s still an archer, landing that perfect shot first try. This here is a genuine spark of interest, surprise and gratitude in Vivi’s eyes.

I went balls deep with the visual subtext here. Despite being shown up close, Vivi’s broody face takes on a secondary role as his mind literally closes in on Exarch in that moment, on the mystery man that’s suddenly so unlike the rest. Even if he’s yet another quest-giver, even if shit’s on fire, he allows Vivi to go? Rest? Have some time for himself???? Exarch is, or is about to become, his only light in the darkness :3c

Exarch’s stiff posture is also intended here. He must’ve rehearsed this scene sooooooooo many times, he was prepared for hostility, interrogation, tantrums, but this Warrior’s indifferent and just wants to leave?

Magical boy de-transformation! Headcanon time, two of them even.

Firstly, the Tower can register living presence in its vicinity, a passive ability which Exarch can casually tap into. Being aware of an entire city’s population is, mildly put, overwhelming, thus he’s learned to shrink the “radar” area down to his Ocular, or wherever he’s at the moment and whenever he actually needs it. He feels that Vivi’s indeed left, therefore he can safely remove the hood.

Secondly, the hood shadow’s magicked. The panel above demonstrates how it’d look naturally, if it were a normal shadow. But he casts a pitch black glamour that also extends to his hair.

Just a cool crystal flare that I feel like showing off :>

None of you would believe me now if I said this isn't a horny scene? Although this looks lewd, for someone who’d spent a century clinging to memories and tales the lingering scent is just another confirmation that all of this's real. He can't even touch the WoL (or so he thinks), the scent could be the most he ever gets. Bearing in mind the stress of the day, I genuinely don’t think that he’s in the mood here. But no worries, he’ll get plenty of horny opportunities later on :>

The subtle characterization in the way he opens a door to a supposedly empty, still unknown room.

An unironically normal reaction to the Light, and shadowbringing \o/

This. This goes into my personal collection of the best vivifaces I’ve drawn.

He’s quick to react to a threat (?) popping out of nowhere in a supposedly safe room.

GOMU GOMU NOOOOOOO-

I know the arm’s too long, but I like to incorporate some animation princliples :>

The Champion of Eorzea uses a stick to cure a 100 years old depression, ca. 2023, colorized.

Vivi didn't mean to pierce him, actually. While the space's more than enough for living, it's still cramped for fighting as a dragoon, and he simply misjudged the distance while spinning around and lunging at the source of that eerie voice. There’s also an ooc explanation: I couldn’t quite align all of this in one frame, and thought hey, Ardbert’s a ghost, it’s okay to pierce him!

Both are quick to handwave the fact, and let’s be honest, self-defense of that sort must be a mundane thing for a WoL.There’s more important stuff to discuss. Both are desperate to vent to someone they could trust. They may disagree on things, but generally they vibe pretty well with Ardbert.

A lil shoutout to @agent-jaselin for commenting this under the respective episode. I almost forgot to point it out while making this post. Vivi tries to see if he can relate to another WoL, if his struggles are valid, or if he’s overreacting to a typical hero life. Ardbert had a whole friend group adventuring alongside him, the Scions don’t measure up unfortunately, on top of that Vivi (emotionally) stays the fuck away from anyone post-ARR for their own protection (and his own if he ends up losing someone else), so it’s not quite the same experience for him.

One of the few redeeming qualities: Vivi keeps his word. This's gonna be relevant in like 2025 :'>

He baby, THAT’S his problem.

From pointing his spear at him to comfortably undressing and falling asleep in his vicinity. Ardbert's possibly the first man to be asked to stay and not get laid by Vivi :’>

While the Crystarium and its people seem nice, it’s still Vivi’s first day (one loooooong day since the beginning of chapter 2) in a brand new world, and Ardbert’s the only somewhat familiar person here. A ghost? Even better. The supernatural’s easier to deal with and is less likely to backstab you.

The sweet-voiced hooded guy says that it’s okay, that he’s safe here.... Yeah that on itself is a flag for our mr doubter. He’s grown reasonably paranoid since ARR, (almost) everything he does has a nice cynical-flavored logic to it.

While this’s a wolgraha comic, it’d be bland without support characters. Ardbert doesn’t play a massive role in this particular story, still you’ll keep seeing him here and there.

The next several episodes focus on the main two and Feo Ul, they’ll claw their way in even if they were left out x’D

#shb spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk #vivien rell #crystal exarch #g'raha tia #feo ul #lyna #ardbert #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #own: next lvl #ardbert hylfyst

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Episode 40 - The Beginning

The same text asset as in the previous episode. I really like how good this show is at re-utilizing the art assets and files, by the way.

I don't know why this made me laugh so much.

This moment is made funnier by the fact that they have these balls everywhere at home. Everywhere in episode 1 and 2, then in a basket downstairs after that, then, in the movie, yet again, all over the fucking place. Chances are, playing with balls of wool is something Joris does a lot. No wonder he has no idea why Keke's mad at him this time.

KILL HIM JORIS. I really like that as time goes on he will say this about the most inane things. Buddy, he had a dinosaur tooth, and you're doubting that his orphan ass took a single yarn ball from Ecaflip's collection?

There are all these kids, who are friends, and Keke only plays with Ecaflip. I had said that, probably, being Atcham's brother didn't help him socially, but also,., I do think Ecaflip was isolating him on purpose too.

See, when Ecaflip needs Keke to feel awesome, it's "you're the luckiest ecaflip ever", but when he needs Kerubim to need his care and stay by his side, it's "you will Die without me."

I hate this guy.

DUN DUN DUN. None of the other kids even passed the confirmation. And it turns out they weren't meant to pass it to begin with, apparently... Very kind of Ecaflip.

It seems that most disciples are free to leave. Kerubim's the ~Exception~.

...Says the god of cards and fortune, who is characterized by his ability to manipulate luck and results. But did he really? Or is he simply... lying?

One very pointed detail here, is that we are shown the number of the tarot, which is "13", — and that allows us to pinpoint which real world card Misadventure is supposed to represent, to see what it means. So, shall we?

Oh my fucking god. Ecaflip... Cards never lie, but you just disregard what they say anyway!

Here is what the internet has to say on the topic:

The Death card symbolizes the end of a major phase or aspect of your life that you realize is no longer serving you, opening up the possibility of something far more valuable and essential. You must close one door to open another. You need to put the past behind you and part ways, ready to embrace new opportunities and possibilities. It may be difficult to let go of the past, but you will soon see its importance and the promise of renewal and transformation. If you resist these necessary endings, you may experience pain, both emotionally and physically, but if you exercise your imagination and visualize a new possibility, you allow more constructive patterns to emerge. [...] Finally, Death is a sign that you need to learn to let go of unhealthy attachments in your life to pave the way to a fuller, more fulfilled life of deeper meaning and significance. Death teaches you to let go of outworn and outgrown ways of life and to move forward from them. This is a perfect card to break a bad habit or pattern of behavior. See this as a time to cut out excess and let go of what is unnecessary for your life. Purge the old belongings, memories and baggage that are getting in your way.

I can't deal with this show anymore. How do I even analyse this, when this being the Death card already says all there is to say about Kerubim's childhood and his relationship with Ecaflip during it?

Yes, Ecaflip values the freedom of his disciples. As long as they are not useful to him. If they are... then, well, it doesn't matter what they want.

He probably wanted Kerubim to be by his side forever. For centuries. Just in one place, for him to have fun with. And I think that's a very normal thing to be scared shitless of.

...Orphanage confirmed to have toilers despite the fact that ecaflips can use a litter box. Also it really is such an Ecaflip move, to punish Kerubim for not wanting to be his pet for his whole life.

Can the metaphors in this episode get any thicker than this?

Also, the expression "a gilded cage" does exist in French.

Man, haha, I wonder if he's seen someone get the expulsion from the orphanage before, to give him this idea. I wonder if whoever that was had a name starting with A—— (I am forcibly removed from the stage and medicated.)

Things are that bad. He's being kept here against his will by a guy who plans to do this to him for centuries, and he's forced to mop for him.

I really do think that it's admirable, that no matter how much bullshit Ecaflip throws at him, Kerubim never loses his willingness to fight for himself, or, at the very least, make himself a problem. He will not go gently into that good night.

Y'know, judging from how often hearts are used in graffiti in this series, I genuinely think they may symbolize something far more risqué, in-universe.

It is a common misconception that, in earlier human history, this symbol was used to represent sexual organs, which may inspire its usage in this context, within the show.

(Apparently it simply doesn't look like a heart to modern people because we usually look at scientific diagrams, instead of like... actual real hearts of animals during butchery and cooking, or human cadavers. Apparently the real thing, without all the veins, is "<3" shaped. Yes, I went on a deep dive for this symbol's history, for this post. You're welcome.)

He really is the class clown. We love to see it.

This confirms that, within modern, cartoon-canon, god conversions are still a thing. Though probably very rare.

God, Ecaflip's literally that one meme.

Anyway, he was really, really betting on those 600 years of undying immortal codependency he already imagined for him and Kerubim, huh...

But sadly, his personality is too... bad for that. Someone else will get this specific brand of horrific parent-child relationship with Kerubim instead. It will be a very casual Joris Jurgen Win.

(It will also be an instance of Kerubim perpetuating the cycle. But let's not talk about that.)

Kerubim is saying this to make him feel guilty, as can be seen from his pout immediately after he says this. But the thing is...

The thing is that if you keep telling someone that they're worthless, so that they stay with you, they will, generally, probably start believing it just a little bit. Even if they don't want to. Especially if they're a child.

He can't hide how much these words actually mean to him.

Is it any wonder his relationship with Lou fell apart because he felt unworthy of her, and it made him fall into gambling addiction, and the glitz and glam of being "successful" and "rich"?

Of course he would develop 20 mental illnesses about this...

The scariest part of this episode is that Joris recognizes enough similarities between his own situation and Kerubim's (an isolating relationship with a single adoptive parent (Don't forget, Kerubim did have a mortal family once, before the temple, — Ecaflip essentially took him in, despite being his biological father), and said parent insists on being ~Besties~ with you, while you don't really have many, if any at all, friends outside the household. And the household is a very high-stress environment), to clock the relationship between Keke and Eca as a parent-child one.

Even without yet knowing that Kerubim is a demigod.

Man... Kerubim perpetuating the cycle.

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