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lady-of-imladris · 1 year

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CHAPTER 1 - MY KNUCKLES WERE BRUISED LIKE VIOLETS

Synopsis: At the battle before the black gate, Thranduil Oropherion fights for his life. But he is not alone.

Word count: 1.5k

Characters: Thranduil, Elrond, OC

Pairings Thranduil/OC

Warnings: description of battle, wounds, swearing

My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battle underground - The Great War (Taylor Swift)

Middle Earth, Second Age 3441, Dagor Dagorlad Twelve years the battle had been going on, and yet the orcs did not seem to run out of arrows, nor did they run out of cruelty. Countless bodies of elves, men, horses, and orcs alike littered the fields of Dagorlad, yet the last alliance between elves and men, led by high king Gil-Galad persisted. They would not stop fighting. They could not.

Thranduil, king of the Woodland Realm was surrounded by orcs. He should not be so deep in the fighting. When Oropher died seven years prior and Thranduil became king, he had promised not to take unnecessary risks. He had lied.

“By Oromë’s horn, I will fucking kill you!”, the Sindarin curse drew his attention. “Are you hurt, my lady?”, Thranduil called out to the elleth beside him. The two of them appeared to be the only ones still standing in the sea of orcs surrounding them. “I’m fine!”, came her reply, “but I broke my nail punching this morgul rat.” Thranduil rolled his eyes and dodged an arrow almost effortlessly. Almost.

“It seems we are in a bit of trouble here”, he called out to her. “Oh? I did not notice that. I must have been busy staying alive.” Thranduil allowed himself a moment to look at her. She moved her sword so gracefully, but oh so deadly.

He could see neither the color, nor the length of her hair, or any part of her really, as she was wearing a helmet and full body armor. But in that moment, Thranduil knew that she was the most beautiful elleth he would ever lay eyes upon and he was certain that not even the Valar themselves could outshine her.

“What’s your name, soldier?”, he asked her. What had come over him? They were about to die. He did not expect her to reply, but she did. Anarríma, she was called. Like the constellation.

She cried out in pain and Thranduil turned his head to look at her. An arrow protruded from her thigh. “I’m alright, don’t worry about me.” Her wound could not distract him. That could mean his death. She kept fighting, albeit a bit sloppier than before. Thranduil slowly fought his way to her side. They would go down together. “You have to promise me to survive this, soldier. I mean it.” “No offense, but I think you’re delusional.”

He laughed. “Then allow me a little more delusion. If we survive this battle, and we both make it back to the camp, will you go out with me?” She was confused. Did he not know they were both about to die? Or did he just not care? She sighed. “In the highly unlikely scenario that we actually still live tomorrow, I will go out with you. You know what? If we survive this damned war, I will spend the entire victory celebration dancing with you if that’s what you want.” “Promise me?” “I swear it.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, a shock wave erupted from the battlefield, knocking them to the ground. The orcs started running. They abandoned their posts. Thranduil’s eyes scanned the horizon, and caught a flash of familiar golden armor. Elrond was alive, and he was running towards Orodruin, accompanied by a man. What was his name? Thranduil felt like he was supposed to know, but he could not bring himself to care. Her voice brought him back to the present.

“Did we do it?” He turned to look at her. She was crouching on the floor beside him. The blast had knocked her helmet off, allowing him to see her long golden curls. “I think”, he said, standing up from the ground, and offering her his arm, “your oath to dance with me has defeated the forces of evil, my lady.”

She winced as he pulled her to her feet. That wound needed to be taken care of soon. Thranduil sheathed his sword and swept her off her feet. She groaned in pain. “Goheno nin”, he apologized to her, “but I need to get you to a healer, and I refuse to leave your side until you have upheld your promise.”

The healers would all be busy with the more severe wounds, so Thranduil decided to take the elleth to his own tent. He told one of his soldiers to ride out to meet Elrond and bring him back. Then he carried Anarríma back to the camp. It took hours even to get to the edge of it, and even longer to reach his tent. The king laid her down on his bedroll. “What is this place?”, she asked. Did he not say he would bring her to a healer?

“This is my tent. Elrond will be here shortly to see to your wounds. In the meantime, I’ll patch you up as much as I can.” “Your tent?”, it was huge, “What are you, a lord or something?”, she asked jokingly. It hit him suddenly. He had not introduced himself yet. This could ruin everything. He groaned inwardly. “Not exactly a lord, no”, he started, before being saved, or rather doomed, by the arrival of one of his guards.

“Your majesty!”, he greeted Thranduil with a bow. Thranduil rolled his eyes. Great. Just great. “What is it?”, he asked. “A message for you”, the guard handed him a letter and left.

“Majesty?”, a voice called weakly from his bed, “Who are you?” He sighed. “I am Thranduil. King of the Woodland Realm.” “You lied to me!”, she accused him. What? How dare she? He was the king. But that exactly appeared to be the problem. “I have not”, he stated plainly, “in the haze of the battle it would not have been wise to reveal myself.” He pulled out some bandages and other healing supplies from a bag and knelt down next to her on the floor. She shifted away from him.

Thranduil sighed. “I am truly sorry I did not tell you earlier, but you have to let me take care of your leg.” She winced as he touched her thigh. It hurt like hell. “I have to break off the arrow and take it out, it doesn’t look like it hit anything major, but you might still lose a lot of blood. I promise I will do it as fast and painless as I can.” She just nodded, staring blankly at the roof of his tent, bracing herself for the pain. It was not her first injury in this war, she knew that it would hurt like hell. “Open your mouth”, Thranduil commanded, and she obediently bit down on the strip of leather he pushed into her mouth.

A strangled scream escaped her mouth when she felt Thranduil break apart the arrow. He pulled the arrow out of her thigh and immediately applied pressure. The blood loss made her dizzy. “Stay with me”, he repeated over and over again and she looked into his eyes. She had never seen eyes so blue before.

The flap of the tent was thrown back, just as Thranduil started wrapping the bandages around her thigh. “Elrond”, it was not more than a strained whisper. “I am here, mellon nin, do not worry. I will take care of you now. You can sleep.” He took the strip of leather from her mouth and poured a sweet tasting liquid down her throat. She slept soundly while he worked.

“You did a decent job with that”, Elrond turned to Thranduil, “I’ll just make sure there will not be any scars. She will sleep for a long time. You should rest as well.” Elrond carefully bandaged her thigh and removed her armor so she would rest more comfortably.

She slept for a full 24 hours. Thranduil sat on the ground next to her for a time. Sleeping next to her without her knowing about it did not seem right to him. However, he found himself getting more and more tired. It had been twelve years since he last rested well and he was certain she would not mind. At least she would not mind much, he decided and laid down next to her after removing his armor. He never wanted to put it on again. Thranduil looked over at the sleeping elleth next to him. She looked to be at peace, only disturbed by a strand of golden hair hanging over her face. Reluctantly he reached out and tucked it behind a pointy ear, and he could swear he had never touched something as soft as her hair in his entire life.

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Notes: Here it is, the long promised chapter 1. I promise they will fuck by chapter 4. I had a really hard time coming up with a name for my OC, but I settled on Anarríma, the name of one of the constellations created by Varda <3

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broken-clover · 7 months

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2- Stars

Technically this one was gonna be for a different fandom, but 80% of the way through I thought it didn't fit the theme well enough and relocated it. Despite it being a little more spur-of-the-moment, I'm still happy with how this one turned out!

Today's is a little fluffy date piece with Giovanna and Ramlethal. Please note that while I intend to make the usage of constellations as realistic as possible, with how hemispheres work and where different easy-to-see nebulae are located I ended up taking a bit of artistic liberties. A little ironic, since I've got a whole headcanon about Giovanna being autistic about space. Oh well...

“There. It’s riiiight…”

Ramlethal felt the hand around her wrist direct her finger westward until it was pointed at a cluster of spots.

“There. That’s the Carina Nebula. It’s one of the easier ones to see, so it’s a good spot to start with.”

If she squinted into the night sky, she could swear there was a tiny hint of red between the whitish dots. “That’s it up there? Wow…”

“Pretty view, huh? Told ya that Illyria’s got too many lights to see the really good stuff.”

Of course, Ram was half-sure that part of the reason she’d been invited to a scenic hilltop at night was as a dramatic romantic gesture, but Giovanna wasn’t wrong in that regard, either. She hadn’t been aware of the sheer amount of color that was visible in the night sky.

“So what’s in it?”

“‘What’s in it?’ Geez, Ram, what isn’t in it?” An elbow playfully nudged her in the side. “It’s got a whole bunch of open clusters, it’s got the most luminous star in the Milky Way, and it’s got these things called Wolf-Rayet stars in ‘em, so that probably speaks for itself why I like looking at it.”

Ram laughed, and Rei perked up, unsure if the mention of wolves involved her or not. She lowered her head again with a huff, and Giovanna scratched her between the ears. She ducked back under the legs of her telescope, delicately twisting the knobs and slightly moving the position. “I’m gonna scoot over a little, there’s another one that looks really good through the scope.”

While her girlfriend worked, Ram looked back up at the sky. She had already lost track of where she’d been directed to before, but any part of the sky was nice. After a few casual outings, she knew enough to spot a few patterns. The summer triangle, Aquila and Cygnus branched off from it, Sagittarius. She still wasn’t quite sure that they looked like swans and people and snakes and horse-men, but it was easy to get swept up in Giovanna’s excitement when she showed them all off.

“I know they’re big,” Ram said. “I know they only look so small because they’re so far away. But it still feels like I could pluck a few out with my fingers and hand them to you.”

“Heh! Well, then we’d have a biiiig problem, because now there’s a giant ball of plasma burning everything.”

“I’d do it anyway. If you asked me to.” She replied, only for her face to scrunch as she broke out into more laughter. “I’m sorry, that was very corny.”

“Very. But I like corny. Speaking of…”

Giovanna gestured for her to approach, still staring into the scope. The Valentine squeezed in close. “What are we looking at?”

“Here, put your eye up to the lens.” Gio took a step back, allowing the other to take her place. “Don’t jostle it too much. You see that big glowing spot? That’s the ring nebula.”

There was something round and bluish right off-center in the telescope’s view. “It’s shaped differently from the other one.”

“Yep! That one’s made of an old star that’s breaking down. It’s changing into a white dwarf and dumping old parts of itself all over while it does.”

“So…that one’s dying?”

“All of ‘em do, after enough millions of years,” she nodded. “But all the stuff they shed flies around space and ends up making new ones.”

Ram went quiet for a moment, thinking to herself. “You don’t think that’s sad?”

“Sad? Maybe a little.” Giovanna sat back on the hillside. “I think it’s cool. Every star’s made of pieces of old ones. Sometimes they make other stuff. Y’know, all the stuff on earth originally came from space. Plants and rocks and water ‘n all that. People too. We’ve all got little pieces of space in us.”

Ramlethal continued staring through the telescope. She wondered how far away the stars had to be. She wondered how bright it had to be in order to be seen from so far away.

“I wasn’t made the way humans were. Are there still pieces of space in me, too?”

“Probably.”

It wasn't a very convincing answer. She continued to look. Behind her, she could hear both Giovanna and Rei moving around.

“Hey. Ram. Look at me real quick.”

Reluctantly, she did, and as soon as she turned, there was something warm against her face. The suddenness made it difficult to process, and as soon as she tried, something else wet slobbered along her arm.

“Rei, down!” Giovanna stepped back from the kiss to lecture the dog. “I had a moment going! I was gonna- augh…” She put a hand over her face. I was gonna do a thing where I went ‘well here, you can have a little of mine,’ but now the whole thing just feels weird.”

It was a little weird, but Ram thought it was weird in a good way. “I like that you tried.”

“I just didn’t want this whole thing to end up bumming you out.”

She nodded. “I get it. But I’m having fun. I like spending time with you.”

The two of them sat down together, using Rei as a pillow and watching the stars as they continued to twinkle.

“Can I ask you a question, Giovanna?”

“Eh? Yeah, always. What’s up?”

“Why was the ring nebula corny? I’m still confused.”

The woman was silent for a moment, then snickered to herself. “It’s- y’know what? Let’s wait a couple years ‘n come back to it.”

“It’s going to take me that long to figure it out?”

“Nah, it’s just that with how much I paid, it’s gonna take me a while to save up.”

“...I still don’t get it…”

“Heh. Ask your sister.”

#Frog Writes #Comfortober #guilty gear #giovanna #ramlethal valentine #gioram

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wispstalk · 2 years

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can't help being a steed sign

for @hombrediablo 's #TESshiptober22. Prompt: "Kiss under stars"

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With Mehrunes Dagon breathing down their necks, there are plenty of high-stakes arguments to be had. The danger, the consequences. Fear gets the better of everyone in Cloud Ruler Temple, and tempers flare.

So perhaps it’s a little odd that, in their idle time, Martin and Tanis enjoy picking trivial little fights with each other. The minutiae of Cyrodiilic grammar, the value of packing petty soul gems around, whether cardamom has any place in a lentil stew (it does— all the Blades agree Tanis was wrong about that one).

They are usually light-hearted, spirited, enjoyable volleys, but this one— "which star sign would win in a fight?" — is tipping dangerously toward the fire.

Neither of them will yield any ground (or sky, as it were). It started genially enough: the Lover was quickly ruled out, as it’s not a fighter, and the Shadow is only good for boxing.

“It’s the Steed. I’m telling you.”

An insistent tilt creeps into Tanis’s lazy drawl, and he points toward the eastern sky. The two men are sprawled on their backs in the temple’s courtyard, lying on an old quilt, and the spangled void sits over them like a bell jar.

“You’re only saying that because it’s your sign,” Martin complains. “Any of the human signs could outwit a horse.”

“Oh, human signs, eh?" The Dunmer taps Martin's forehead. "Well, it’s a big horse. Big brains.”

Martin scoffs, sweeping an arm out. “They’re constellations! They’re all big. There’s a big bloody snake, too, so what do you say to that?”

“They team up. Serpent bites all the human ones, and they die, and then: betrayal. My horse tramples it to death. Done.”

“Again with the trampling. You’re impossible.”

“Exactly!” Tanis crows. “You can’t win, because I’m the Steed, and the Steed always wins.”

“Nonsense. You’re being stubborn, and you won’t listen to reason.”

“I’m stubborn?” Tanis splutters, and sits up to look at him. “You, priest, are calling me stubborn?”

Martin opens his mouth, ready to fire off a retort, but thinks better of it. If they’re not careful, the dread they hold for one another— the fear that the other is being torn apart, eaten alive, roasted like a coney over the fires of Oblivion— will spill over. He closes his eyes, draws in a slow breath, and blinks up at the distant white fires.

“This,” he says, “is ridiculous. Let us never speak of astrology again. Divines know the last thing we need is another damned prophecy written in the stars.”

“Yeah, I reckon I’ve had about enough of those.” Tanis cracks a grin and settles down beside him. “Then, by the Emperor’s decree, astrology talk is banned.”

Far below them in the forests of Bruma, the distant chorus of cicadas; above them, a sky so clear and bright it seems to sing like crystal glass. Tanis pulls Martin in to rest against the hollow of his shoulder, and kisses the top of his head, and for a while, there is no more talk.

“What’s your birth sign, anyway?” Tanis mumbles into his hair.

“The Lord.”

A silence. “Little on the—"

“It’s a little on the nose, yes,” Martin sighs.

#this is the stupidest thing I've ever wrote and I'm so proud of it #tesshiptober2022 #tes oblivion #elder scrolls #martin septim #oc: tanis #ray writes #long post

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autumnsup · 1 year

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Prompt: Feelings

For @wolfstarmicrofic

Hopeless: Part the Third

Got a bit ahead of myself with this one (quite literally, as I'm using Thursday's prompt word :D). I've included the beginning below, but it was long enough that I decided to post the full version to AO3 instead, along with the two previous microfic I wrote for this series.

Remus, arriving at the top of the Astronomy Tower at the stroke of eleven, was surprised to find it deserted. Except for…

“Padfoot?” he said. “What are you doing here?”

His friend, who’d been crouching behind a telescope and looking through the eyepiece, whipped his head around to look at Remus. “Oh, hey Moony,” he said. “What are you up to?”

Remus crossed his arms against the chilly night air of spring. “Seems like I should be asking you the same question.”

Sirius grimaced and pushed the telescope to the side, standing the rest of the way up. “Sorry. Last-minute studying to do. You’d think I’d be all caught up for OWLS by now, but it’s me, so of course not.”

Remus couldn’t help smiling. “What, having a family tree full of constellations doesn’t qualify you as an Astronomy expert?”

Sirius smiled back, and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, which were easily accessible beneath the open robes he wore. He’d always preferred Muggle clothing, but school regulations required robes at all times except in each House’s respective areas, so Sirius’ way of working around it was to leave his robes perpetually unfastened. Remus had always liked that about him, just as he liked the many ways he found to defy his parents.

“Nice one, Moony,” he said. “But no, apparently it does not.”

The silence settled in between them like a living thing, and Remus glanced around the circular flagstoned area that formed the top of the tower. “I can’t believe there’s no one here. Isn’t this supposed to be like a popular makeout spot or something?”

When he looked back at Sirius, he was surprised at what he saw there in his face. It looked almost as if he were… shy? But Sirius was never shy, was he? Not around Remus anyhow.

“You’re not wrong,” said Sirius. “There’s supposed to be rain though; maybe they don’t want to risk it.”

There were a few clouds in the night sky, yet it seemed to Remus that rain was highly unlikely, and he wondered if Sirius was hiding something. “OK…”

“Hey, do you have a moment to help me out?”

“Um… sure."

The silence was pacing at the edges, looking for another conversational gap to creep into, but Sirius seemed determined to keep it at bay. “It’s the Astronomy assignment from a couple weeks ago. I turned it in on time, but I feel like I did a half-arsed job of it, and I was wondering…”

He went on about some obscure planetary reference in a text they’d been studying, and Remus obliged, surprised that Sirius cared so much. He didn’t seem passionate about most of their classes, except maybe Defense, and he only managed to get good marks because of James and Remus’s influence (and occasionally from cribbing off Peter’s homework when the two of them refused to let him look at theirs).

They eventually looked through the telescope together, which was magically enhanced so that some celestial objects looked close enough to reach by broomstick.

“It’s weird,” said Sirius, his hair falling close enough to brush Remus’ shoulder. “I never understood why most of the things we see in the sky are named after mythological figures, and not after the people who discovered them. But I kind of like it.”

Remus, who didn’t much care one way or another, nodded. "It is a departure from what’s done in other fields like medicine, I suppose. You’d be hard-pressed to find a disease called Dianitis or Achilles syndrome.”

“But we do have words with similar roots, like Phobos and phobia,” said Sirius. “I always thought it was strange that the moons of Mars were named after two horses called ‘fear’ and ‘panic’.”

“In the context of the god of war myth, though, it makes sense, right?” pointed out Remus. “Since they pulled his chariot for him.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

The silence returned, but to Remus, it felt more companionable now, like a housecat rather than a predator. He felt so cozy and at ease, nestled side by side with Sirius, that he spoke his next thought out loud. “I like having these conversations with you. Just the two of us, bushwacking into the weeds about insignificant things.”

“Oi. They may seem like insignificant digressions to you, but to me, they can mean a pass or a fail.”

“Sirius…” Remus felt a need to say something, but he hesitated as he chose the right words to say it with. “You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

Sirius shook back his hair and gave a soft woof of laughter. “I know I have brains. But I lack motivation, which leaves me at a disadvantage a lot of the time.” He sighed and peered through the telescope once more, leaning his arms against the parapet so that his arse jutted out a bit, and Remus found his palms getting weirdly sweaty. “Seems like I’m doomed to be a rebel no matter where I end up.”

“Calamity’s child?” said Remus wryly.

Sirius twisted his mouth at the Bowie reference. “Only if you’re talking to my mother.”

“Right,” said Remus, feeling awkward. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

“That’s OK.” Sirius turned around and hoisted himself up to sit on the parapet, beckoning Remus to join him. “Allow me to change the subject by asking you a personal question.”

Remus could feel his insides flip-flopping, but he sat next to Sirius anyway, the tips of his toes just brushing the flagstones. “Fire away.”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

The question disrupted his thoughts like a stone landing in a pool of water, and he swallowed. “Yes. I mean, sort of. Not really.”

Sirius stared at him. “What kind of an answer is that?”

Remus could feel himself blushing, and felt deeply thankful for the intermittent moonlight that hid the transformation of his face. “It was last year, when you and James both had evening detention and I was bored. I got a bit drunk, and I was playing this game, and one of the girls snogged me on a dare. It was… nice, I guess. But I don’t feel like it counted as a real kiss, and no one has asked me before or since.”

Sirius was still staring at him, and Remus looked down at his lap, uncertain. Was Sirius speechless from shock, or even worse, horror, at his lack of experience?

“Well, that’s – I mean, how fucking thick are people?” When Remus chanced a look at his face, he could see his dramatic eyebrows drawn together in a scowl that usually did not bode well for his enemies, and he felt oddly warmed by the sight. “They’re all mental, if they can’t see how lovely you are.”

The sensation of warmth had traveled from his chest into his stomach, as if he were a teakettle on the verge of boiling, and it wasn’t an entirely unwelcome sensation. “Erm,” he said. “Lovely, did you say?”

“I – er – well – you know what I mean.” Sirius was avoiding his gaze now, one hand toying with the edge of his school robes, and Remus wondered if there was something he was keeping from him, which made him feel unaccountably sad.

“I don’t,” he said simply, and reached out to still Sirius’ hand. “Stop fiddling, you’ll pull the button right off.” He let go of Sirius’ hand and smiled to reassure him that he meant well. “And then who knows where you’d end up. In eternal detention for contempt of the dress code, most likely.”

Sirius gave him a small smile back. “I, ah, have something I want to show you.” Under Remus’ bemused gaze, he hopped down from the wall and went to collect an object that Remus had overlooked until now. Returning to where Remus sat, he carried a long case with a handle, and when he popped open the two buckles that held it shut, Remus saw what it was, and pulled in a sharp breath.

“I got it last summer,” said Sirius, holding out the guitar so Remus could get a better look. “Been practicing here and there, but only in private, and at home when I could get away from my family.” He licked his lips and propped the guitar against the parapet before pulling himself back up to sit next to Remus, although he didn’t sit as close this time. Remus felt strangely bereft, until he realized that Sirius was putting more space between them so as to make room for the neck of the guitar. “I’d like to play you something, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” said Remus, grinning at the thought. “I think it’s awesome that you even got one, let alone that you learned to play it.”

“OK,” said Sirius, settling his far hand along the strings and closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. “Let’s give this a try.”

Remus watched him, and as he played, he could feel a new animal unfolding between them, akin to the silence from before, but with bright colors that zipped and sparkled along Remus’ nerve endings until his entire body came alive with sensation. This was a version of Sirius he’d never seen, and he didn’t know what to think about it. So he disregarded the thoughts and just let the feelings take over.

Sirius had begun with a simple, winding melody that paused at intervals, as if the lyricist had been hesitant when they composed the song. Or maybe it was Sirius who was hesitating; Remus couldn’t be sure.

And then, Sirius started to sing.

Read the full "microfic" HERE. Parts One and Two are also available at this link, as preceding chapters (they are much shorter). Thanks for coming along on this February Wolfstar ride with me, it's been a blast!

#wolfstar microfic #haha “microfic”#wolfstar #part 3 #on ao3 #because that's where my fic like to live when they're too voluminous for tumblr #remus lupin #sirius black #astronomy tower #go

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starredfishing · 8 months

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Three Houses Quest: You must now assign every Major Character of Three Houses (meaning Byleth, the students, and anyone they can recruit/s-support), a song from the Oh Hellos discography. Some characters are allowed to share songs if it fits more than one. But every character must have a song.

Reward: You get to listen to good music and think about these characters again.

And a cookie.

hi anon! why would you do this to me . /lh LSDKJFSDJFFJ

ok so i have to put this under a read more bc good lord the oh hellos have a lot of songs. ok. ahem. i present to you:

THE FUCKING ENTIRETY OF THE OH HELLOS DISCOGRAPHY ATTACHED TO THE CAST OF FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES (2019)

BLACK EAGLES

Edelgard - Caesar

“Rise up to meet it, o sleeper, awake. Gather the soldiers, the heir to enfold. Crown him and give him a scepter to hold.”

Hubert - The Valley

“We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers. Blood was our inheritance. No, we did not ask for this. Will you lead me?”

Ferdinand - Grow

“You’ve got a lot to learn, if you’d settle down. Let be what is, let be what isn’t. It’s a natural world in which we’re living, and if you let it alone, it will surely grow. Just leave it alone, child, and let it go.”

Caspar - Soap

“I’ve heard if I were tougher, then maybe I’d make it alive. I got a tender side, I’ll need a harder shell to survive.”

Linhardt - Rounds

“If my chest don’t cave in, when did I last breathe in? Am I empty again? Oh, that wind that I’ve been spending is a long one, my friend.”

Dorothea - Rose

“Wars are raising for her, crusades to adore her [...] Your rose is without a thorn, but no, my mouth don’t taste of metal from the pot here to the kettle. I think we got a lot we gotta learn [...] Call her briar long enough, and you’ll tangle up the true and the fable.”

Petra - Constellations

“All that’s left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night and a matter of time, but I hear the rumble as the tectonic plates start to shake and I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum.”

Bernadetta - Trees

“Safe inside the walls we built, we found ourselves a home. Higher branches, harder fall. Hesitation stops us all.”

BLUE LIONS

Dimitri - I Have Made Mistakes

“The sun, it does not cause us to grow, it is the rain that will strengthen your soul. It will make you whole. [...] I am afraid of all that I’ve built fading away.”

Dedue - Thus Always To Tyrants

“Let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground, I will still come around when the time for sleep is through. [...] Where I go, will you still follow? Will you leave your shaded hollow? Will you greet the daylight looming, learn to love without consuming?”

Felix - Notos

“And every word you shouldn’t say will come bubbling out of your throat. And you will drown in the wake of the things you lost to the winds of Notos. You gotta let go.”

Sylvain - Second Child, Restless Child

“I was born a second child with a spirit running wild, running free. And they saw trouble in my eyes, they were quick to recognize the devil in me.”

Ingrid - Passerine

“You were the song that I'd always sing, you were the light that the fire would bring but I can't shake this feeling that I was only pushing the spear into your side again.”

Ashe - New River

“And your stomach goes hollow at the thought that it could swallow you whole [...] But the river takes her shape from every tempest she abides, and like her, you’ll be made new again.”

Mercedes - Pale White Horse

“Down they fell like the children of Eden, down they fell like the tower as the land relinquished her ghost. [...] Neither plague nor famine tempered my courage, nor did raids make me cower.”

Annette - The Truth is a Cave

“I was bound and determined to be the child that you wanted. And I was blind to every sign that you left for me to find, and the truth became a tool that I held in my hand. And I wielded it but did not understand”

GOLDEN DEER

Claude - Lapis Lazuli

“What can I say? ‘Cause the more I recite it, the more you wanna fight it, the more my language is sounding fabricated. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s either the growing is slow, or it cuts to the bone moving too quickly.”

Hilda - HILDA DOES NOT GET ONE BECAUSE SHE ISN'T SAD ENOUGH TO WARRANT A THE OH HELLOS SONG.

Lorenz - I Was Wrong

“I was torn between my god and my Father. [...] I was born at the dawn of our folly, and I was young and stubborn to the bone. [...] I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.”

Marianne - Dear Wormwood

“I know who I am now, I know who I want to be. I want to be more than this devil inside of me.”

Ignatz - Zephyrus

“You and I, we are matter, and it matters. I want to spin something out of nothing. Lead to gold, spring from winter.”

Raphael - Theseus

“Oh, that peace like a river, always going, but never getting. Seems like maybe it's not all that much a place as it is a way. And ways don't ever seem to want to stay too still for too long. Isn't that what it's all about?”

Leonie - Eurus

“You can’t take any gold or rings further than the grave. Nothing we make can we bring, but the bait hanging from the string is calling my name, and like the wind it slips again out of my fingers.”

Lysithea - Glowing

“'Cause when Atlas shrugs, whose back is breaking? And I know how it feels to thе hands heavy as the heavens, a weight that could fold you to keep holding.”

CHURCH OF SEIROS

Rhea - Lay Me Down

“Take me home, I want to go down the road that will take me to the living oak. Lord, I know that I’m weathered stone, but I owe it to my brothers to carry them home.”

Seteth - O Sleeper

“I see the trail of shoulders I’ve climbed over, but by god, I’ll bloody up my hands with everything I am to cut away the mountains I’ve made and fill the dales below.”

Flayn - There Beneath

“There beneath the willow tree, I learned a lot about the way of things. [...] I know, I know this, there is beauty in the way of things.”

Alois - Soldier, Poet, King

“There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword, he will tear your city down, O Lei, O Lai, O Lord.”

Catherine - Soldier, Poet, King

Shamir - Cold

“When the feeling leaves you, it moves so slow like the loose change from your front pocket; you don’t even feel it go. When the bitter creeps in to bite you whole, a specter unreflected, oh it keeps you cold.”

Cyril - Boreas

“Yeah, I swing from believing that maybe my working will all pay off to considering drinking with Molotov. I'm halfway out the door. Maybe then my breath could embody a wildfire starting.”

Jeritza - Torches

“I got a venom like a snake running out of my mouth, it’s got you burning at the stake. Innocent or not, you’re not a bet I care to take.”

ASHEN WOLVES

Yuri - Eat You Alive

“But there’s nothing but pain on the edge of a knife, there is no courage in flirting with fear to prove you’re alive.”

Balthus - The Lament of Eustace Scrubb

“Brother, forgive me, we both know I’m the one to blame [...] Father, have mercy, ,I know that I have gone astray [...] But I’ll come around someday. When I touch the water, they tell me I could be set free.”

Hapi - Cold Is the Night

“Take this burden away from me, and bury it before it buries me.”

Constance - Hieroglyphs

“'Cause you've been too busy thinking ahead of where we're all going after we're dead to maybe consider our bodies are worth more than the dust that we can return to the ground again”

OTHER/EXTRA

Byleth - Hello My Old Heart

“Hello, my old heart, how have you been? Are you still there inside my chest? I’ve been so worried, you’ve been so still– barely beating at all.”

Sothis - Where Is Your Rider?

“See, your face wasn’t quite as I remember, but I know that wicked shape to your smile. Bury me as it pleases you, lover. At sea or deep within the catacomb, but these bones never rested while living.”

Jeralt - This Will End

“No, I am not afraid to die. It’s every breath that comes before. [...] I will wait for this to end: the back and forth, the battery. For you, at last, to comprehend the kind of love of which I speak.”

Gilbert - Wishing Well

“All the love you gave to me, it wasn’t enough to keep me. [...] Bent my knee to many kings, idols of prosperity. Heard that dollar calling me, so I sought it in the city.”

Rodrigue - Like the Dawn

“You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen. Your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kings. And like the dawn you woke the world inside of me [...] And you will surely be the death of me, but how could I have known?”

#fe3h #long post #asks #i gave catherine and alois the same song bc idk much abt them. and disclaimer i didnt play the dlc #other than that i used almost every single song with lyrics in their discography LSKJFSDF #let it be known the only ones i was SURE of were felix and sylvains #so if some of these don't fit? sorry i ran out of songs SLDKFJSDJF #i waffled on hildas for a long time before just being like. shes kinda too happy to have one?? LMAO #a lot of these songs are like. spoken by someone directed at someone else like jeralt and rodrigues #which are directed at byleth and lambert #i could justify all of my choices but it would make. the post longer

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ikeromantic · 2 years

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Hii I’ve placed two requests already but I couldn’t contain myself so here I am (again)

I can’t remember if I requested Sasuke and I love him a lot and I’m playing his route again so just in case, to get an extra dose of Sasuke, can I please request IkeSen Sasuke, Space, Oak and Thalia?

Congratulations on 900 followers and on your tumblr anniversary! I can’t believe it’s been two years already, time sure flies… anyways, thank you so so much in advance! Take care! XOXO

One can never get too much Sasuke ^_^ Approx. 800 words on the themes of Space, Oak - good fortune, and Thalia - humor.

Kasugayama was quiet this early in the morning. Dawn was still a few hours off and the sky above was dark and dusted with stars. Sasuke clambered up to the roof with barely a sound. The chatelaine was already there, sitting with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

She smiled. “Is it too early to say good morning?”

“Technically it is morning and it is good, so I believe now constitutes the perfect time to say it.” He sat down next to her.

“Hm. Then good morning Sasuke!” She bumped her shoulder against his playfully. “Did you bring breakfast?”

Breakfast. He hadn’t thought of that. “Ah, no. But I can go get some. Will you wait? It shouldn’t-”

“Sasuke, I’m kidding. It’s way too early to eat.” She reached a hand from under the blanket and set it on his knee. “I’d rather have you here anyway. I feel like we’re both so busy these days. I never get to see you like this, just the two of us.”

He nodded, his vision going strange as he glanced at her. Halos and auras were a symptom of astigmatism but he was certain they weren’t person-specific. And though the possibility of his vision worsening should bother him more, he found he didn’t much care about that. Not right now.

Sasuke leaned into her touch, filling the space between them until his side was pressed to hers. Snuggling and sharing warmth, as friends do.

She lifted the blanket and settled it over his shoulders too. “The stars are so pretty. I never noticed them in our time. I don’t think there were so many then, or that I could see them half so well.”

“Mhmm. Light pollution.” Sasuke tried to keep his gaze on the pre-dawn sky, but he kept finding himself watching her instead. The way she tilted her head back, the way a curl of hair fell against her neck. It was his very good fortune to have such a beautiful friend. He swallowed, feeling a sudden rush of warmth. Friends could call each other beautiful, couldn’t they?

“I don’t know the constellations at all,”she sighed. “But I think that over there -” she lifted her finger, tracing the shape in starlight, “looks like a frog.”

Sasuke watched her hand as it outlined the shape, and he nodded. “I can see that. Or it could be a lizard. See there? That looks like a tail.”

“Oh! It could be!” She laughed. “Oooh, or if you turn your head like this,” she leaned against him, her head bumping his chest, “it looks like Yukimura’s face.”

“The toad-lizard looks like Yuki?” Sasuke couldn’t see it, but then, he was feeling very distracted. And hot. He looked down at her, at how close her face was to his. He’d barely need to move to kiss her. Not that he would . . . unless . . . could friends kiss each other on the lips?

She giggled. “Honestly, it’s an improvement.”

“I don’t think Yukimura looks like a toad.”

“And that is why you are such a good friend,” she sighed. “Oooh! What about that one there? It kind of makes me think of a horse. Or Shingen. Huh. I guess his face isn’t that long though.”

Sasuke chuckled. “I guess it could be Shingen. He’d probably like hearing that you saw him in the stars.”

The chatelaine sniffed. “He probably would. But I really don’t want to encourage him.”

“Good.” Sasuke wasn’t sure why that made him feel so much better. Perhaps just that he didn’t want to see his precious friend hurt by the flirtatious warlord. His arm curled around her, just to keep her warm of course.

“I think I see you up there too.” She glanced at him and then back up. “See there? That star has a green gleam to it. I will name it Sarutobi’s Brilliance.”

Sasuke followed the line of her finger to a bright, sparkling star. It hung near Mars and another shimmering star that was nearly as bright. “I think it’s more blue than green. That color is from a hotter surface -”

She brushed a finger along his cheek as she pointed at the other heavenly bodies, perhaps on accident. He wasn’t sure. But the touch scattered his thoughts completely. “If that one is you, then the reddish star is Yuki. And I’m the one right next to you.”

“That’s a planet,” his lips turned up in a soft, gentle smile. “But I’m sure Yukimura would rather be Mars than a toad constellation.”

The chatelaine sighed, nestling ever closer. “Probably.”

There was no space between his body and hers now. She was pressed tight to his side, their legs lying against each other. Her breath tickling his cheek. “Do you . . . think friends sit so . . . close?” Sasuke cleared his throat.

“If they are very close friends?”

“And we are very close friends.” Sasuke nodded. It was his good fortune to have found a friend like her so unexpectedly, but he could not now imagine life without her.

She laughed. “Metaphorical and literal, hm? Good one.”

And it was, Sasuke reflected. In more ways that he was willing to admit.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen sasuke #sasuke sarutobi #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff #follower celebration

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smreine · 1 year

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The Rare and Delightful Mirror-Book

For the first time, I open a book and I find a mirror inside. I’ve heard that you can find mirrors in books, sometimes; most of my friends have had it happen at least twice, and Angelina from across the street has it happen so often she probably doesn’t know that books are actually made of paper.

But this is my first time, and it’s spectacular. I see a face I know inside the book: a round face, the freckles Mom always called constellations, my inquisitive eyes (which I have always thought are my best feature), and hair that looks like it belongs to a street dog.

I don’t look like a street dog in the reflection. Somehow, in this context, I look like an unruly adventurer. The impish smile that gets me into so much trouble belongs to someone exciting! Someone, perhaps, with a pirate’s hat and a sword—or maybe a wizard hat and staff, or—

My reflection moves even though I do not. From the mirror extends a hand that is just like mine. The fingernails are chewed down to the quick. Of course I take it; I’ve never had the chance before, and I won’t miss it now.

When I fall through the mirror, I find myself wearing a familiar costume: shining armor that matches the bright-silver fur of the horse beside me. I’ve always read about knights in shining armor. But never have I fallen straight into those clankity-boots to find my face reflected back in the polished shield mounted to my horse’s hip. I look good as a knight in shining armor. I wouldn’t have expected that.

The horse lets me mount, because I’m good with horses—who knew I could be good with horses?—and skillfully do I ride up the mountain, urging her onward.

“Let’s go, Streakfire!” I say. “Let’s go!”

We fly together, like I never knew I could fly, and the whole world of the story falls out below me. There are villages below filled with people who need to be saved, and I’m the only one who can do it—me! In the forests await adventures I’ve seen others survive. Hardship awaits in the darkest caverns and deepest tunnels, but it’s only the kind of hardship which proves I can handle anything.

My horse and I arrive at the mouth of a dragon’s cave, and this part, I dread. I know how others have done this. I know I should kill the dragon. But oh! He’s beautiful! He rears above me with multifaceted scales that catch the sunlight as surely as my armor.

The dragon asks, “What do you want?”

“I came to see if you need anything,” I say.

“You don’t want to hurt me?”

“Never.” And I’m shocked that I can say that, because the story shouldn’t progress that way. I never thought it should. I didn’t like it. I wanted the heroes to be nice—like I’m nice—but so often the books just don’t do that.

This is my mirror in my book, my life in my book, and I never draw my sword against the dragon.

The chapter ends with a long talk between the two of us. Streakfire eats grass at the mouth of the cave and I make my favorite pie for the dragon to eat. I love every minute, every word, every turn of the page. To think that someone like me would make friends with a dragon!

When it’s time to close the book, I slip out of the mirror, and I hug this beautiful thing to my heart. I disappeared for hours. At last, I found myself in a story. At last I could go into the mirror, like so many others do, and at last I can see myself as something else. It won’t be the last time, either. The dragon still waits in chapter two.

#dragons #fantasy #epic fantasy #representation #probably gay shit

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morningstargirl666 · 2 years

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alicia, my beloved! would you do me a great favour and answer some of these?

🤡🛒🌌🎶🙋‍♀️💖🤗🧠 (tell me about our boy klaus)

(also i 100% rbed that post in hopes that it'll give me an excuse to pester all my writer friends with questions, mission accomplished! 😈)

🤡 - What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Ella, bestie - there's so many. I mean not all of them are laugh-out-loud funny, but they always bring a little smile to my face. I think Caroline pushes Klaus into a pool in Into Eternity? That's a good one. But I think most the more funny exchanges happen in The Big Bad Wolf. Somehow that fic turned into crack along the way and honestly it ran away from me. My OCs are just really fun to write. Probably the scene that made me laugh the most in that, was the bacon scene. With the lunar cycles. And then later on Klaus throwing Kol's phone out the car window because he caught him texting Rebekah about the new information. Scenes with Titus, Klaus' horse, and Sam's raven Loki also hit the top spots. Sorry, I just can't choose one.

🛒 - What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Found family. Or a sense of family or brotherhood in general. I have no idea why. It's just too wholesome to leave out. Also probably an element of spookiness and horror, because I'm edgy like that, and I like my settings/characters a little dark, a little violent.

✨ - Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Okay so there's no constellation emoji on the original ask list so I'm assuming you meant this one? I don't know, maybe I'm just blind but I can't find it.

So. A compliment.

Will you accept 'I write good'? Lmao I don't know.

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I actually have a few playlists on youtube that I set aside for writing. My brain is really sense-minded, so like when I put that music on it knows it's time to write. I've got a klaroline playlist, which are basically klaroline music vids, and also playlists for my fics. And then sometimes I just freestyle, listen to anything that comes on. I need to share the songs I listen to for TBBW at some point cause they are amazing. Here Come the Wolves by Lola Blanc screams Chapter 1. And then I Know Your Secrets by Tommee Profitt (feat. Liv Ash) is definitely Chapter 12. I remember listening to Running With The Wolves by Aurora for Chapter 13 a lot.

🙋‍♀️ - Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Yes. Sort of. A close friend knows. Though I have not shared my ao3 name nor my fics and do not intend to lol.

💖 - What made you start writing?

I actually can't remember when I didn't write in some shape or form. I've been writing since I was a small kid, in like primary school. Probably Year 4? Maybe even Year 3? I would have been like 7 maybe. I basically remember watching the movie of Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach, and little kid me thought, oh I want to write a book! And so I started writing a book called the Dragon and the Peach. I think the plot involved a dragon called Sapphira, who like goes on this quest and eats a magical peach that makes her strong and powerful so she can defeat the villain. That story eventually evolved into a different, more complex plot as I got older, with more characters and backstories. By Year 6 I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. And then in my teens I found fanfiction and well, here I am, ten years later, still writing fanfiction lol. Nothing really made me start writing. I guess Dahl's books inspired me originally, I really loved them as a kid, but nothing made me do it. No one pushed me to do it, or said I'd be good at it. For me writing has always been a calling. I really had no choice but answer.

🤗 - What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Read. Write. That's it. Read as much as you can, because that's the finest teacher of how to write. Literally. You'll find whatever genres and tropes you prefer to read will start popping up in your writing without even realising it. And when you do write, keep writing, even when you get writer's block - even if its 200 words per day or 200 words after weeks of nothing, at least its no longer a blank page. Write while figuring out how to plot, how to characterise, how to build up tension. Don't be ashamed of stuff you wrote a year ago because it sucks - it doesn't suck, you've just improved since then and now you can write better. It's a victory, not a defeat. And don't write for anyone else but yourself. Like I said before, writing is a calling. It's bleeding words onto a page because you have to get it out or you'll go crazy. You are your first reader. So write for you.

🧠 - Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favourite headcanon for them.

So. Klausy. Neeklous. Our boy Klaus. What headcanons do I have for him, hmm? 🤔

[I'm trying to think of one I haven't told you, it's a challenge]

Okay I have one. Not sure if I've included this in a fic yet, but a headcanon I love is that Klaus steals artwork from galleries and museums for kicks and replaces them with copies he painted before the originals are noticed as missing. The galleries and museums around the world have yet to catch on. He thinks its funny. Compulsion gets boring after the first few centuries, after all.

#asks #✨ella✨#morningstar writes #fanfiction #ps: klaus and kol once stole an art piece while drunk #and promptly got arrested #they were too drunk to compel the authorities to let them go so elijah had to bail them out #klaus and kol never live it down #tvdu #headcanons

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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What’s your favorite… tea cup/ coffee mug, you have in your home?

Hello there Carla!! An excellent question, most near and dear to my heart! 🥰

1.) My Cafe Du Monde mug!

Not my prettiest mug, probably. The Cafe Du Monde shop had plenty of "prettier" options, but this is the one that called to my soul! It has a shape that reminds me of a lot of diner mugs between the size, that slight curve in the middle, and the weight of it. It doesn't even hold much coffee. But the shape of it! The feel of it in my hand! And I love the simple design of it, too.

It also reminds me of Cafe Du Monde and New Orleans and is a souvenir from my last trip. It reminds me of walking up and down the French Quarter all by myself. Miles and miles every day! Oh and rushing around to find an ATM because a lot of shops were cash only (including Cafe Du Monde.) Also getting a bit too excited in the Cafe Du Monde shop and having to buy a special bag just to cart my goods in, since it was a long walk back to the hotel! It brings me back to warm, sunny, summer days and zydeco music and the powdered sugar from my beignets flying everywhere. It reminds me of horses and carriages, of crowds, and exploration.

And though I have a frankly terrifying mug collection, this is the one I use the most. (Yes, even in spite of its pitiful coffee capacity.)

2.) Astrology mug!

Yes the astrology nerd loves her astrology mug! It's less obvious, but the constellations are those of the zodiac signs! It's just pretty. The white to that seafoam green, and the gold designs. It's just plain pretty, you know? And as a Taurus, I do enjoy pretty things! But also, unlike my Cafe Du Monde mug, this one holds A LOT of coffee. I can use the lowest Keurig setting in my first mug and the highest in this one and get an appropriate amount of caffeine to survive on!

3.) Bee mug!!!!

Okay, one I LOVE bees. Two, I really love wordplay. Also the honeycomb design just does things for me! It's too dang cute and when I saw it in the shop I knew I HAD to have it. Between the shape of the mug and the small size of the handle, I don't use it as often, especially as my collection has grown, but I still really love it and I always choose it on special days. Days that feel special and have a good vibe and need just the right mug.

#asked & answered #coffee mugs #favorites #my beeloveds

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linawritesocs · 2 years

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my ocs as kids!

okay, so others did this idea a while ago, but i wanted to do it later and here it is! also, these child versions of my ocs have the personalities that they had when they were younger and not the ones that they have now!

i also made their baby versions in picrew!

avery: a very shy and timid boy, he cries easily and needs lots of reassurance. really likes flowers, please talk to him about them! if you read a book that has pictures of flowers, avery will point at them and tell you what they're called and what they mean. will be very happy if you give him some candy!

vance: a very cute boy, loves hugs and piggyback rides! really likes games too, any kind, video games, board games, doesn't matter! just like his teen version, he gets a bit too energetic if he eats something sweet, so you better be careful. he likes playing pretend too, so don't be surprised if he makes you some "invisible tea" or if he suddenly decides to play as your prince and he's here to save you!

merrill: a quiet boy, who acts way too mature for his age. if you need any help, you can always ask him! w-what do you mean, he's too young for that? he always has to help his parents with all kinds of things, so he can help you too! really likes stargazing and would love to talk to you about stars and constellations! he's also a bit tired of being called pretty and cute by his parents and other people, so if you give him a different compliment, he would be so happy!

allen: he's much more calm and "normal" than his teen version. very polite, always asks permission before doing something. he's also quite a curious type, he wants to know more about the world, so he would love if you read him a book or tell him a story! you can often see him playing with his toys, trying to come up with a romantic fairytale that will totally have a happy ending, but please pretend that you haven't noticed that, allen is too shy to admit that he likes romantic stuff..

roland: A LITTLE MENACE. A GREMLIN BOY. HE'S HERE TO CAUSE CHAOS. WILL FIGHT YOU. oh, but if you're cute, he might actually try to "ask you out". he's also a huge tsundere, similar to teen!avery and refuses to admit that he likes flowers. and don't touch his horns!! >:( he's a powerful fae!!

real!jay: he's the opposite of roland. cries all the time. needs to be comforted and hugged. always scared and will ask to hold your hand and will follow you around. really needs to hear some compliments, so if you call him smart or cute, he will cry and thank you many, many times. he's not that passionate about animals as fake!jay, but still likes plushies, so if you give him one, it will make him go :D!! also will cling onto you like a koala.

austin: like merrill and minnie, he's a very hardworking and mature kid. he knows so much, if you point to any machine or mechanism, he will tell you everything about the way it works! really likes watching magical girl anime and if you ask him about his favorites, he would get so excited!! also likes to talk about his cat!!

minnie: a very responsible girl, she's the one who takes care of other kids despite being younger than most of them. also calls boys lazy and annoying and if they do anything bad, she's the one who will snitch on them. likes to be praised and likes playing with her dolls!

hayden: very similar to real!jay, but his situation is even worse, because he's scared of affection and he doesn't think he deserves it. if you compliment him or hug him, he will think that you want to hurt him or you're trying to manipulate him, like his family does. so it's important not to give him too much love, just be nice to him, but respect his boundaries :) likes playing with his horse plushie ignore the bunny plushie from picrew and he can't sleep without it. he's actually a very smart boy and he's the one who reads to other kids when you're too busy.

riley: honestly, he's not that different from his teen version. still quiet, still emotionless, but he still manages to cause some chaos. tries to make allen pay attention to him, but allen refuses and prefers to play with other kids. likes to watch cartoons and would love to discuss their plot and lore with you! gets dirty often and he's a bit clumsy, so make sure to watch over him.

#i had so much fun writing these..#MY BABIES.. MY CHILDREN..#beauty with self grown thorns: avery #a gamer skater boy: vance #idia's e boy servant: merrill #the ultimate simp: allen #the gardening club leader: roland thorn #the literature and animals lover: jay #the lonely mechanic: austin #the mouse girlboss: minnie #the chameleon with a god complex: hayden #allen's kuudere cousin: riley

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nightshadedawn · 2 months

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The Gemini Implications

I was bored tonight. So I got to thinking... what if The Gemini was a proper DLC? Or Shiho had been made a proper confidant to begin with. You know, those things. Well, what goes along with all the confidants? New Personas.

So I made some.

They don't look quite like Personas from the game, but I'm limited by the fact I can't draw and my editing skills are subpar. The vibe for Personas of the Gemini arcana is twins/star-crossed lovers/two sides of the same coin.

Viewed above are Artemis & Apollo who represent the sun and moon in pop culture and are twins, Helen of Troy who is a twin in her own right is in fact two sides of a coin (victim, prize, hostage, catalyst), Sam & Eric from Lord of the Flies who are so indistinguishable from each other they are both just called "Samneric" but while they don't do terrible things they don't stop them either, and Castor & Pollux who are the literally the gemini constellation. (I have yet to find much information on the Chinese myth)

Other things I was thinking of:

Ashvins - Nasatya and Dasra, are the twin horsemen Hindu gods who symbolize sunrise and sunset, and are considered the gods of medicine and healing. They seem to be depicted with horseheads a lot. Double horse head personas?

Twelfth - Would be a nod to Viola and Sebastian from Willy Shake's Twelfth Night. Not sure what this would be. Because of this, there'd be no Romero & Juliet.

Two personas, Pride and Prejudice, referencing the Jane Austen book. Obviously. Would give vibes of the personas of the three Fates from Greek mythology seen of the fortune arcana in how they look like they should connect.

Anyway, that's all that I've got. My research wasn't sending me down as much of a rabbit hole as I'd hoped and I was just getting newer stories and media that did not interest me in the slightest to use or reference.

Oh, before I go: if Shiho were a Phantom Thief, it would add in a new magic type: Venom! Ven (small), Vendyne (small all), Veneno (medium), Venenum (high)

#persona 5 #persona 5 the gemini #the gemini #persona 5 shiho suzui #suzui shiho #shiho suzui

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naturallyahoe · 3 years

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they are best friends :)

#noooooo nat dont make characters that couldnt have possibly met friends!!#shut up i can do whatever i want weird voice #im imagining them talking about stars :)#i want to make comic or art #oh what do you horses call this constellation?#i love them #sso #star stable online #wildwoods #sso willow #sso mario #mario sso #mario #willow sso #willow #sso mystics #mystics #the mystics #nnnn maybe write?

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mrsarnasdelicious · 2 years

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Puppy Pile!!!

It's raining like the world should end. You hurry to get your chickens inside and try to not drown in your own vegetable patch.

Just before you are about to close the door of your small barn, you hear a yell. "Hold that door!" A man hollers. You look up to see three horses your way. A chestnut, a dapple and a black horse trot onto your plot. Quickly you move out of the way. The horses race into the barn, the men ducking not to hit their heads on the door post.

You stand by while they dismount. They look like they swam rather than rode. They unsaddle their horses and one of them even puts down a goat. You decide not to ask questions. Not yet. Instead you gaze at them. You recognise them as Witchers, their yellow cat like eyes making them stand out as such.

Each Witcher looks nothing like the others. The tallest of them has hair red as a fox and a full ginger beard. His much more slender brother, the one with the goat, wears his ringlets in a high bun. And the last of them is most certainly not the least, You know who he is. You have heard the bards sing of the White Wolf.

The Witcher with the ringlet turns to you. "Can we wait out the rain here?" He asks. "It would be cruel to send you back out. Come in and dry yourselves by the fire." You reply. He sends you a small smile. "Thank you." He says. "Thank you." His brothers chorus. They both sound like they are a tad unfamiliar with those words.

You gesture from them to follow and lead into your homestead.

There fire could do with some feeding, but it is warm in your living area. "Oh sacred warmth!" The Witcher with the red beard all but cries out. He goes over and promptly undresses. He is well muscled and his pale skin is covered in a constellation of freckles. You can barely believe your eyes. The White Wolf joins his red haired brother and sheds his clothes as well. He is equally scarred as the first Witcher and his chest is covered in a thick patch of dark hair.

You startle as you hear a feigned cough at your side. You look up at the slender Witcher. He brushes a wet ringlet from his forehead. "Sorry for laying claim to your hospitality like this." He says gently. You fluster a little. "Oh .. it is no issue, really." You reply. "Then I shall join my brothers at your hearth." The Witcher replies.

"May I know your names?" You ask. He chuckles and pulls his jerkin over his head, tossing it aside. "Of course. My name is Eskel, the ginger bastard is called Lambert and the White Wolf is named Geralt." He replies. He kicks off his boots and drops his breeches. He is not wearing small clothes. He too is covered in scars.

Eskel joins Geralt and Lambert at the hearth. You retrieve them small stools to sit on and towels to dry themselves with.

"How about some food?" You offer. They all turn to you. You put down the stools and hand them the towels. "That would be lovely." Says Eskel. "Fuck yeah, I am starving." Lambert growls. "What is for dinner?" Geralt asks. "Rabbit stew." You reply. "Sounds good to me." Lambert replies.

You set to finishing up the stew while the Witchers sit by the hearth and dry themselves off. They talk in hushed voice to each other. You observe them from a slight distance. Each of them is indescribably attractive in his own sort of way.

After a little while, you bring them their stew.

"Thank you." Eskel says, smiling warmly at you. His hands brush yours as he accepts his bowl. You can't help a light fluster. "Thanks." Lambert mumbles. He looks you in the eye and licks his lips. Your fluster darkens. Geralt meets your eyes too. He does not speak, but gives a small nod. You send him a weak smile.

They eat in silence and you watch them, seated at the table. You try to some sewing, but don't get very far. You are too distracted by The Witchers. They steal glances at you every so often.

Once the bowls are empty, the hushed talking picks up again. Lambert is the first to finish. He leans towards Geralt to mutter something to him. Geralt grins around a mouthful of potato and carrot. He finishes after Lambert and murmurs his reply. Lambert chuckles and throws you another glance. You are quite sure they are talking about you. Eskel finishes last and retrieves the bowls to your sink. "Shall we help with the washing up?" He asks. You stand from your chair. "N-no. I can do it myself." You reply.

"We want to repay you for your hospitality." Says Eskel.

Geralt and Lambert get up. "Let us help you." Geralt rumbles. They approach, towering over you. You are not sure if they are trying to intimidate you. Eskel puts a hand on your shoulder. "We would like to come to bed with you." He says. You gape at him. "A-all three..?" You stammer. "You'd rather pick one?" Lambert asks. You fluster darkly.

"My .. my bed is not large enough." You stammer.

"We can do it here, too." Geralt shrugs his broad shoulders. You imagination runs away with you. You picture yourself spread out on the rug in front of the hearth, the Witchers knelt around you. If at all possible, your fluster darkens even more.

"Of course, if you are partial to that." Eskel says. "I think she is, brother." Lambert chuckles. "Are you?" Geralt asks. His eyes seek out yours. "Y-yes." You mutter. "All three of us?" Eskel asks, just to make sure. It is evident they would not want to do anything you are not fully consenting to. For which you are vaguely grateful. Only vagualy, because most of your brain is absorbed by the prospect of these three glorious men having their wicked, wicked way with you.

Eskel gently turns your body towards him. His free hand cups your cheek. He leans in. "Close your eyes, pretty one." He murmurs. You reluctantly oblige. You quite like looking at him, despite his scars. He closes the distance to kiss you softly. It is a tender, sweet kiss. His lips are warm and strong. You are all too happy to kiss him back. You even dare deepen the kiss a little. Eskel smiles against your lips.

But then he pulls away. You whine softly at the loss of him.

Lambert is swift to take his place. He cups your face with both big hands. You look at him through your lashes. He leans in and you can count the freckles on the lids of his eyes. You quickly close your eyes too. Lambert's lips crash firmly into yours. His bread scratches at your chin, but his lips are strong and demanding. You can't help a little moan.

Lambert kisses you a good while longer than Eskel. And when he backs off, Geralt immediately takes his place. You are barely given time to catch your breath.

Geralt's tongue licks into your mouth. His lips are a little wet and you expect he has not just been standing iddly by while you kissed Lambert. That thought quite excites you. You moan a little louder. Geralt groans lewdly in reply.

"I can smell her." Lambert remarks. "That is very quick." Eskel adds.

You feel their lips on your neck and shoulders. Eskel to your left and Lambert to your right. Lambert's beard tickles your sensitive skin and you feel Eskel's stray ringlet brushes your arm. You reach back and tangle your fingers into Eskel's damp curls. He groans softly against your neck. Lambert growls, likely at the sound of it.

You break away from Geralt, for you really do have to breath now. Geralt joins his brothers in attacking your shoulders and throat. You moan sweetly under his ministrations. The three of them work like a charm to get you wet and wanting. And your knees to give out... You buckle forward, into Geralt's arms.

"We should lay you down." He rumbles. "Ye-yes please." You mutter.

Lambert sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the rug in front of the hearth. As he lays you down, Eskel feeds a few more solid logs to the fire. The fire should keep burning after all. You spread out, luxuriating under the Witchers' gazes. Eskel kneels beside you. Geralt and Lambert are quick to follow his lead.

You look at each of them in turn. Their cocks are almost fully erect and they are, all of them, covered in scars. Lambert is covered head to heel in freckles, too. You find it incredibly attractive. So you lean in to kiss at Lambert's outer tight. He groans softly.

"Not a passive woman, I see." Eskel purrs. "I like that." Geralt adds. You can't help but grin to yourself.

Geralt brings Eskel down beside you. You only notices it when you feel Eskel's body so close to yours. You reach out to stroke whatever part of him you may be able to. Your fingers meet the trail of hair from his navel to his crotch. You drag your nails through it and Eskel moans a little.

Beside you, you hear the sound of a kiss. Geralt groans in a muffled fashion. You look up from Lambert's thigh. You find that Eskel has pulled Geralt down by the medalion. The two Witchers are kissing fiercely. It is incredibly sexy to behold.

You drag your nails carefully over Eskel's abs. He breaks away from Geralt, albeit minutely, to groan. His cock is hardening to it's fullest. And although he is not as immensely hung as his brothers, he is quite shapely. Your hands are itching to touch him. But you know you should take it slow. You want to enjoy these three in their proper pace. The best gratification is the one that is allowed to gradually build, after all.

"I could do with a pillow." Eskel remarks, suddenly.

It is Lambert who gets up. Without asking, he simply wanders away, likely to find every pillow he can find. Eskel and Geralt wait, as though in suspended animation. They are not doing anything without Lambert. You respect them for that.

And indeed, Lambert returns with every pillow, quilt and blankets he has been able to find. "Give him some room." Eskel says. He gets up and gently pulls you to your feet.

Lambert builds a nest in front of the hearth. You recognise that he has done this before. These three Witchers have a deep affection for each other and are intensely familiar with each other's body. And they are sharing that intimacy with you so freely. The knowledge of that makes you blush.

"My lady." Lambert gestures for you to lay down. You are quick to oblige. Lambert kneels by you again.

You look him in his crotch. By now his cock stands proud and firm. You find that even his cock has a few stray freckles. This makes you fall slightly in love with Lambert. Eskel kneels beside him. He leans over for a kiss. Large thick fingers tangle into damp brown ringlets. Lambert utterly claims Eskel's mouth. And Eskel moans loudly.

"I smell you." You startle a little when you hear Geralt's voice in your ear.

The White Wolf laces a hand flat on your belly. "It arouses you to watch them." It is not a question. "It arouses them to know you are watching." He rumbles. His hand slides down to your pubic mound. You tangle your fingers with his. "Not so fast, Witcher." You tell him. You hear that he smirks. "Very well." His hand moves back to your belly.

Geralt's lips graze your jaw as you spectate the intense kiss Lambert and Eskel share. Lambert groans and Eskel presses himself closer against the larger Witcher. Eskel runs his fingers down Lambert's side to pinch his muscular arse. You feel your hand itch to touch them to.

So you get up, onto your knees as well.

You run your fingers over Lambert's vast bicep. He breaks away from Eskel as slow as humanly possible. His yellow eyes look down on you with curiosity. "Tell me." He rumbles. His beard hides a lewd smirk, but not with much success. "If I had the time, I would have liked to count all your freckles." You tell him. Lambert chuckles. "You are welcome to try, but not tonight, beautiful." He says.

"We tried, with little success. He keeps moving around." Geralt says. "Have you considered tying him up?" You suggest. "Fuck no!" Lambert protests at once. "You know what, that is a good idea." Says Eskel. "I am quite sure some rope would well suit you, Lamb chops." Geralt smirks. Lambert flusters a little. Geralt and Eskel both chuckle. "I would love to see it." You purr, nosing just below Lambert's ear. He groans ever so softly

"We'll make sure to include you, when we do that." Eskel says in a smug tone. "That sounds like an amazing plan." You murmur.

You bite at Lambert's ear and he groans loudly. Eskel does the same, but in his other side. Lambert swears under his breath and cups your ass with one big hand. With the other, he gives Eskel's butt a good squeeze. Geralt decides not to sit iddly by. He comes closer and kisses Lambert full on the mouth. Lambert makes a desperate noise and bucks his pelvis forward.

His erection collides with Geralt's.

The two witchers grunt in unison. Eskel sucks breath in between his teeth. His hand ventures from Lambert's arse to his cock. But you grab his by the wrist. "Let's take it slow." You cooe. "She knows what she wants." Geralt rumbles. "We had best obey." Eskel says, with a chuckle in his voice. You take his hand and relocate it to Lambert's chest. Lambert's chest is vast and warm and so amazingly muscular.

Eskel smirks wickedly and pinches Lambert's nipple. The red haired witcher grunts sharply. "Such a sexy noise." You murmur. "He can be so noisy." Eskel informs you. "You are worse." Geralt tells him. "Have you heard yourself." Lambert adds. "I wonder how you sound." Eskel tells you. "One way to find out." Lambert smirks and gives you a firm slap on the ass. "Oh!" You cry out. "Nice." Lambert growls.

"Hang on lads." Eskel pipes up rather suddenly. All eyes venture to him. "We have not asked this lovely lady for her name yet. It is like Vesemir raised us without manners." Eskel says. And so all eyes venture to you in turn. You flush a little under the Witchers' yellow eyed gazes.

"My .. my name is Y/N." You say softly.

"That is a lovely name." Eskel says. "Th-thanks." You flush a little. He sends you a smile that accentuates strange blue parts of his yellow eyes. You fall in love with Eskel at that very moment. "How adorable." Geralt rumbles. He leans down to kiss you. You happily kiss him back.

Lambert's hand ventures from your buttock to your folds. You can't help but whimper against Geralt's lips. "Not so fast." Eskel grabs Lambert by the wrist. Lambert makes a disgruntled noise. "She said to take it slow." Eskel murmurs. "I'll show you take it slow." Lambert harrumphs. He gives Eskel a firm slap on the rear. "Oh!" Eskel cries out. "Look at your cock twitch." Lambert growls. You break away from Geralt to look. And indeed, Eskel's cock is jumping with excitement.

You have to really control yourself in order not to touch him yet.

"We should get a bit of a wiggle on, though." Eskel says. Lambert snorts at his choice of words.

Geralt obliges, though, bringing you slowly down into the nest to lay down. You let him do so without protest. Eskel lays down beside you again. You turn to kiss him slowly. Eskel kisses back sensually, but equally slow.

Lambert lays down by your other side and Geralt beside Eskel. For a little while you lay together like that. But then Lambert leans in to kiss at your breast. His touch is gentle, but deliberate. He knows how to touch your flesh. You moan into Eskel's mouth and tangle your fingers into Lambert's finger hair. Both Lambert and Eskel groan at you.

You lick into Eskel's mouth and press Lambert closer against you. Geralt swears under his breath. He of course does not want to be left out. So he stations himself between your legs. He radiates warmth. He leans forward. At the same time, Eskel breaks the kiss.

As Geralt's lips cover yours, Eskel takes your nipple in his mouth. You moan against Geralt's lips. Geralt groans in reply.

He grinds his pelvis against yours. His cock drags slowly over your folds. You break the kiss to moan. It feels good and he is so shapely. You can hardly wait to have him inside you. But you know that delayed gratification is the best gratification. All the same, you wrap a leg around his sculpted hip. Geralt rutts against you and leans in for another kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth.

Lambert sucks lewdly at your right nipple and Eskel swirls his tongue around your left. You moan into Geralt's mouth. The Witchers are good at what they do.

Soon enough though, kissing is not enough for Geralt.

His mouth begins to trail down. He is very careful to not bump his head into Lambert's or Eskel's. He works at your skin with lips, tongue and teeth. His tongue dips into your belly button and his teeth graze at your thighs. You moan sweetly. But you cry out his name when his breath pours over your folds.

Eskel and Lambert forfeit your breasts to look up.

"Are you going to?" Lambert asks. "Isn't that too quick?" Eskel adds.

You sit up on your elbows. "Slowly now, Geralt." You cooe. "Yes my lady." Geralt purrs. His eyes trail first to Eskel, then to Lambert and back to Eskel. Lambert nods and reels you against his chest. His fire red chesthair tickles your skin.

Geralt pounces Eskel, quick as the blinking of your lashes. Eskel grins and reels him in for an openmouthed kiss. Geralt's body moves to cover Eskel's rather than yours. You gaze at them as they snog.

At the same time, Lambert kisses at your shoulder.

"Touch him." He growls. You roll onto your side and ghost your fingers along Eskel's torso. You explore his scars, wondering how he came by them. He must have fought a great many monsters and likely beaten all of them. His body is, to you, a hero's story. You press your thighs together. Fuck, you are growing so wet! "You smell so fucking good." Lambert growls into your ear. He bites at the shell and sucks at the lobe. You moan wickedly. Lambert swears under his breath.

You lean forward to kiss a scar on Eskel's side. He heaves a soft sigh. "So beautiful." You murmur warmly. You run your lips over the taut skin. Eskel moans ever so softly.

Geralt's mouth wanders lower, too. Together you explore Eskel's slender, scarred torso. Eskel groans and arches into your touches. It is a lovely sound and a wonderful sight to behold. Geralt bites at Eskel's thigh and you lick the ridges of his abs. Eskel swears under his breath. His voice is husky with arousal. In reaction, some wetness slowly drips from your core.

Lambert grinds his throbbing erection against your folds. He feels your wetness spread over his length. "I want to taste you." He growls. "Not yet." You caution him. In reply he bites at your shoulder. It is evident Lambert does not like it when you talk back. He flips you onto your stomach. He handles you like you weigh nothing more than a fox kit. You squeal in response.

Lambert lands a slap on your ass. " Fuck yes!" He growls. You gasp a little. He parts your folds. "Look at the glisten." He murmurs. His finger runs from your core to your clit. You whimper, pressing your face against Eskel's belly.

You cry out when you feel Lambert's tongue at your core. He tastes of your wetness. "Fuck." He swears once again. His tongue presses into you. "Oh gods!" You cry out. Lambert grunts at the taste of you. He begins to fuck you with his tongue. You can only moan. Eskel holds you close against his chest in a gentle way. He strokes your back as you squirm under Lambert's steady affections.

Geralt has scooted back on his haunches to spectate. "How does she taste?" He asks. Lambert only groans in reply. He does not think of responding in any other way. He is too busy lavishing you with his tongue. Eskel manages to get his hand under your pelvis and begins to rub your clit. You moan loudly, grinding down against him. "Good girl." Eskel purrs. You can't help but flush at his praise.

Together, Lambert and Eskel help you to a shattering orgasm.

"Fuck, that looks good." Geralt growls. "Want a taste?" Lambert asks, sitting upright. You whimper at the loss and curl into Eskel's embrace. Lambert scoots over to Geralt and kisses him fiercely. Geralt groans at the taste of you on Lambert's tongue. Their hands slide down and they begin beating each other off. They grunt in unison and their pelvises roll upwards. It is a beautiful spectacle.

You and Eskel watch as you do your best to get your pounding heart back under control.

Watching is barely enough, though. So, rather than sitting iddly by, you begin to kiss at Eskel's thighs. Eskel moans sweetly. You gust you breath over his length. "Oh..." Eskel breathes out, his cock twitching. You press a kiss to the root of him. "Yes, do it." He encourages you. You open your mouth to him. Eskel rolls his pelvis, thrusting into your mouth. You whimper. Eskel groans as you suck on his cock. You tongue at his slit and do your best to take him as deep as you can. The sounds he makes are heavenly.

But after some moments, Eskel gently taps you on the shoulder. "I am not the only one here." He murmurs. You slowly let him go. Eskel whines ever so slightly at the loss. "It is someone else's turn now." He murmurs. "We both take one?" You suggest. "You are speaking my mind." Eskel replies.

You crawl over to Lambert, while Eskel slithers to Geralt.

They look down on you "Do it." Geralt growls.

You look on as Eskel slowly takes Geralt into his mouth. Geralt groans and tangles his fingers in Eskel's beautiful brown ringlets. In your turn, you lick up and down Lambert's length. The Ginger Witcher groans darkly. "Suck it, darling." He growls. You open your mouth and oblige. Slowly you take him into your mouth. Teasingly slow. Lambert groans loudly. He is loving what you do You trace vein along the length of him with your tongue. Lambert swears under his breath. His fingers knot into your hair. It seems you found something he is weak for. So you seek out more veins to trail down.

"Turn around!" Lambert barks. "Say please Lambert." Geralt growls to him. Lambert harrumphs and glowers at the White Wolf. Geralt rolls his eyes. "Please turn around." Lambert grumbles. It is good enough. You oblige, but slowly. Lambert makes a tiny frustrated noise, but does not do anything to hurry you up.

Once you are turned arse-side to him, he grabs you by the hips. "Such a good girl." He growls. He lines up and shoves himself home, in one feel thrust. You moan loudly. Eskel forfeit's Geralt's cock to look on while Lambert fucks you. "Looks good." He comments.

He guide Geralt's cock to your face. "Have at it, love." He purrs. You take Geralt's cock in your mouth. He groans wickedly and grabs you by the hair. "Fuck yeah." He growls.

Eskel sits back and spectates, fine not actively participating for a moment.

Tho soon enough he is on his knees to kiss Geralt for a while, only to then move over to Lambert. All the men groan and you can only whimper. Both Lambert and Geralt fuck you so well.

"Now swap." Eskel says. It is an order. Both Lambert and Geralt look at him in surprise. But they oblige.

Geralt's thick cock splits you apart. He does not hesitate in fucking you. You feel moans well up in your throat, but Lambert's cock muffles the sounds you make.

Eskel reaches between your legs and begins to rub at your clit. You whimper loudly. your thighs begin to quiver. Your climax is coming up at once. "Fuck, she is tightening around my cock." Geralt growls. Eskel keeps his strokes steady, wanting to bring you to your peak. It is almost too much for you to handle.

You cum on Geralt's cock, your inner walls clamping down on him before you fully relax. You almost fall down into the love nest. You don't notice Eskel has unhanded you and sneaks off.

You white out of a moment.

Lambert backs off, slipping out of your mouth. You lower your chest to the pillows, panting loudly. Geralt still his thrusts, to give your some respite

"Prep him." He says. You look up. You discover Eskel handing Lambert a vial and turning his back to the ginger haired Witcher. Lambert unstoppers the vial and pours half of it's contents over his fingers. Eskel lowers his upper body and braces himself on his lower arms. Lambert rubs a finger at Eskel's pucker. Eskel groans softly. "Gently, please." He hisses. "Will do." Lambert replies. Slowly, he pushes a slick finger in. Eskel's fists tighten into the blanket. "That hurt?" Geralt asks. "Oh please." Eskel scoffs. "He can handle it." Lambert replies. "I don't doubt that." Geralt rumbles.

Lambert fucks Eskel with one finger first. Eskel groans ever so softly. Then, Lambert adds a second finger. Eskel groans as Lambert finds that one spot inside him. Geralt stills behind you to look on. "Good gods." He growls. "You want that, don't you." Lambert smirks. "You know I do." Geralt says. "Wait your turn." Lambert sneers.

"Lads, no fighting over me." Eskel says. You can't help a small giggle. You recognise how familiar they are with each other. That this is not the first time they have this conversation. Or are in this type of position. You wonder if you are the first woman they share...

"You ought to add a third." Eskel tells Lambert. "You're too mouthy bar far." Says Lambert. He gives Eskel's ass a slap with his free hand. Eskel groans and lowers himself a little more. Lambert adds a third finger. Eskel flinches, only a little. Lambert begins slowly fucking him again.

Eskel's cock hangs heavy between his legs, leaking precum. You can barely keep your eyes off of it. "You want that?" Geralt asks. You wonder if he is envious. Not that he has to be, he is the one fucking you. He most certainly has a larger cock than Eskel. And yet.... And yet it is Eskel's cock you are eyeing like it is made of gold. "Maybe it is my turn Geralt." Eskel purrs lustily. Geralt chuckles huskily. "Yes it is your turn." He affirms.

He pulls out.

You whine loudly at the loss. "No need for that." Geralt leans over to kiss at your shoulders. Then, he slowly backs off. You whimper a little, already missing his warmth. Lambert removes his fingers from Eskel's rear. The slender Witcher haves a soft sigh. He seems to need a moment to gather his wits about him.

But then he moves behind you. He lines up and shoves in. He groans loudly above you. You moan in reply, loving how he sounds in his pleasure. Eskel begins to steadily fuck you. His fingers dig into your hips. With the way he angles his pelvis, he hits all the right spots. You moan loudly.

"You are so noisy, shame I have to shut you up." Lambert says.

For a brief moment, you are confused. But Lambert grabs you by your chin and it dawns on you. You open your mouth for him. "Fuck, you're such a good girl." Lambert growls. He thrusts his cock into your mouth. You can only whimper. "No talking with your mouth full." Lambert smirks down on your.

Geralt moves in behind Eskel.

Eskel's thrusts still. But you are given no reprieve. Lambert keeps fucking your mouth. Geralt lines himself up with Eskel's rear. Eskel sucks in his breath and tenses up a little. "I tell you every time, relax." Geralt growls. "Yes you do." Eskel replies. He takes a steadying breath in and then exhales. "Very good." Geralt rumbles. He thrusts in, slowly. Eskel groans and his fingers dig firmer into your hips. He leaves behind small round bruises. You will wear them with pride and remember him by them.

Eskel resumes fucking you. Geralt times his thrusts to be in tandem. All three Witcher groan loudly. Geralt and Lambert sound like wild boars in rutt. It is so wicked. Eskel reaches down between your thighs again. He rubs you just the way you need. You begin to shudder and smother your moans with Lambert's cock.

They thrust in unison, like wild beasts.

It is Lambert who cums first. You are not sure of how much time has passed. You estimate it to be ten minutes. But it could just as easily be five as fifteen. You diligently swallow. "Shit, you're good." Lambert growls. He slowly pulls out of your mouth. You notice how he is barely panting.

Eskel manages to last a little longer.

"Oh gods." He growls, as he spends himself inside you. His pelvis stutters and he groans wickedly. You can almost feel his seed burst against your cervix. "Th-thank you." You murmur. Eskel leans down to kiss at your shoulders. "You are very welcome." He cooes huskily.

Geralt is still ploughing wickedly into Eskel. You find it a mild surprise the slighter witcher is maintaining such calmth. He must be well accustomed to it. Though Geralt soon follows Eskel in climax. He groans loudely, pumping the other man full of his seed. Eskel grunts lowly in reply. Geralt quickly retracts himself.

The four of your fall down in the nest. You are still panting a little. But the Witchers seem not the least bit out of breath.

Eskel embraces you and you lay your head on Geralt's chest. He is warm and firm under your cheek. His heart beats against your heart. You find yourself falling in love with Geralt, too. You are otherwise enveloped in silence. It is a comfortable silence, filled with post coital bliss.

Lambert begins to snore. Eskel pulls a blanket over your entwined bodies. It is warm enough against Geralt's absolute furnace of a body, but you feel very cozy under the blanket. "Thank you." Eskel whispers. "You should sleep now." Geralt adds. "We'll watch over you." Eskel promises. You want to reply, but sleep is indeed slowly pulling at you. You are so comfortable in their embrace. You begin to surrender to sleep, feeling safe and happy.

Eskel strokes your face. He and Geralt are talking. You can't make out what they are saying anymore. You smile against Geralt's chest hair and drift of into dreams.

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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pairing: bodyguard dainsleif x heir gn reader

req: no | wc: 1.82k | cw: war, fire, implied major character death

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (you are here)

a/n: :D

“What do you think that star formation is?”

Dainsleif lays beside you on the soft grass. You’re in another forest again, within another clearing whose tree canopies do not cover the sky.

“I dunno… looks like a Field Tiller’s eye, I guess.”

It’s night, and you’re stargazing, because the spot offered a wondrous opportunity you just couldn’t pass up.

He snickers, “Is that really the best you could say? Field Tiller eyes are merely round.”

“Well the constellation you pointed at was a circle, what else was I supposed to say?” You bump your shoulder against his softly, “Alright then, what do you see in that one?”

“Hmm..” He examines the formation, sharp lines form several eaves atop each other, a point connecting two eaves at the tippy-top, and a rectangle at the bottom. “Why that’s a pine tree, of course.”

“A pine tree?” In truth, you hadn’t guessed anything before pointing at it. “Well I suppose it does look like one.”

You continue to point at several random groups of stars, slowly inching closer to one another in doing so. When the next significant constellation catches your eye, Dainsleif has an arm comfortably wrapped around your figure.

“How about…” His heart jumps to his throat. “that one.”

“That’s…” You pause for a second. The stars form a familiar shape, quite clearly at that. It’s quite flustering to see one while enjoying such a tender moment. “a heart, of course.”

“Thought so.” Suddenly, he turns to you, sweet smile upon his gentle lips. “That calls for something, right?”

“What something?” You tease, knowing just what it calls for.

“Oh, you know.”

He brings you into a kiss, soft and supple, like always, and the centers of focus for your most fantastic dreams. He is, and will always be, a dream come true.

Kaeya is quite elated at the news of your relationship, showing off his joy even more than you did. With a shit eating grin, he pulls you into a tight hug, “I knew it! And you denied me!”

“Oh shut up, Kaeya.” You push him off with a –not so unnoticeable, as much as you tried to hide it– laugh, knowing he did know all along. The last thing you wanted was to give him a victory, otherwise he’d smother it in your face every chance he got. You learned that the hard way.

You’re willing to wager that Dainsleif wouldn’t mind, though. Your best friend wasn’t the biggest of his worries.

The remainder of the journey to the village held some of the happiest moments of your life. Though soon, it was almost time for it to end. You were almost there, so close that you’d decided to wake up earlier to make it there quicker.

You woke up before the sun, but the sunset would begin once you set off.

“Hey, (y/n).” Dainsleif pranced up to you on his horse as you prepped yours, “Shall we race?”

You snicker, “Race where?”

“To the cliff. It’s far enough from here, as far as I remember.” He clears his throat, nervously looking away from you. Even if you’ve spent such gentle moments alone together so many times throughout the journey, he still feels a little jittery while asking. “And… we could spend time there admiring the view while we wait for the caravan to catch up.”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.” You hop on your horse excitedly, “No hard feelings when I win though.”

“If you win, (y/n).” He chides softly. “Don’t let your ego get to your head.”

“What ego?” You banter as you ride with him to the edge of the camp. Dainsleif merely rolls his eyes in return.

After beckoning a soldier to tell the rest of them of your race, you stand beside each other. “The finish line shall be the tree by the end of the cliff, it forms a fork in the road. You’ll recognize it when you see it.” You nod.

“May the best win.” Dain offers his hand.

You take it and shake courteously, “We know who’s the best.”

You begin to race through the forest. The path varies in size, never bigger than a fallen log and never smaller than an adequate spear. The race is not only a fight of speed, but also one of apprehension. One must find a proper path between the trees, or else their horse will be caught within obstacles.

Dainsleif ducks between trees, under low branches, and jumps over fallen logs as if he knows this forest like the back of his hand. You rarely find glances of him between the trunks, but you enjoy them so.

And he’s seemed to notice. “Eyes on the path, (y/n)!”

“Can’t help it, Dain! You’re just too- oh!” You stop yourself from continuing as you just barely make it over an old log in the way.

“See?”

“Yeah, alright!”

Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, just like the wind through your hair. With each obstacle avoided, your heart pounded louder against your ribs. You haven’t felt a rush like this since that pursuit for the spies, and even then it wasn’t as fun as this.

You glance at Dain again. He clutches the reins of his horse tightly, eyes ahead, and grin on his lips. It must be fun for him too.

You’ve never seen Dainsleif this focused, actually; nor have you known him as the competitive type. Still, he seems determined to make it to the edge of that cliff before you.

You can tell you’re getting closer and closer from the thinning of the forest’s trees. You sure hope he was telling the truth when he said that the finish line, the tree, was recognizable. Then again, he’s a person of honor, especially to you.

Soon, your eyes bask upon the tree he was talking about. He was telling the truth, it was quite eye-catching.

It was a huge wisteria tree, twice the size of any you’d seen before. Its branches hang high above ground, forming an extensive canopy full of warm greens leaves speckled with wondrous hanging flowers.

Dainsleif and you make it under its shade around the same time. Peaking far behind the trunk of the tree, you catch sight of the sun. The scenery was almost magical, no wonder Dain wanted to bring you here.

You almost forgot about the race, almost.

You slow to a trot and end at the trunk of the tree and touch it for good measure. Dain is just a few minutes behind you. “You won.”

“I did.” You nod.

“But I imagine that’s not at the top of your worries.”

You snicker, “Maybe not at the top right now, but it certainly is somewhere up there. You’re lucky this place is too beautiful for me to rub it in your face.”

He huffs out a laugh, then hops off the horse and beckons you down. “Sit with me for a while.”

With your hand secured in his, he brings you down to sit next to him on the soft grass. “I grew up here. I often played around below this very tree with the kids from the village nearby, even if it was a long walk.” He sighs, “But once I was old enough to teach, I was whisked away to train.”

“Dainsleif…” You frown, turning towards him fully.

Neither of you were given much of a childhood. It wasn’t long before you had to be taught to be the next caretakers of Khaenri’ah, stripping you of your childhood innocence and throwing you into a world beyond your youthful comprehension. You’d be glad to rediscover the world through the curious eyes of the unbothered once more, even more so if it was with him. Not that you could; at least, for a few more years.

“I didn’t mean to make you sympathize.” He takes your other hand and leans closer. “I’m sure your upbringing was something of the like. The past is the past, so we can only mend what comes of it in the present. No need to feel remorse about it.”

“Right.”

He brings you into a soft kiss, and then another and a couple more; each one is a small peck, each just as sweet and brisk as the other.

Once he’s allowed you to breathe again, he smiles, “I hope you-” He’s interrupted by a sound, one of danger, resounding up the mountains surrounding the valley village. It’s a familiar sound, though something you’ve only heard once before.

The first Field Tiller’s missile, so strong that the next few Field Tillers were manufactured to have weaker missiles.

The two of you shoot up and hop on your horses simultaneously, galloping towards the cliff in silent agreement to check the village. “Oh no…”

It’s surrounded by soldiers of other Kingdoms, but most importantly, it’s in the process of being destroyed. Smoke billows out of the village walls and through peaks of it, you can see most of the houses are on fire. Which means-

“Our parents,” Dainsleif’s, Kaeya’s, your parents, they were all there. “our parents, Dainsleif, they’re-”

If only you’d arrived sooner, if only their letter hadn’t said there was no rush.

“Don’t.” His voice is stern, attention-calling, forcing your attention on him. “Don’t start blaming yourself.” He reaches over to grasp your hand on his own, squeezing it in reassurance. “Don’t even think about your parents. Let’s plan ahead of time, strategize.”

He senses the panic in your short breaths, “Repeat after me, okay? You’re going back to the caravan.”

“I’m going back to the caravan.”

“You’re going to alert them and tell them to hurry to the village.”

“I’m going to alert them and tell them to hurry to the village.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand again. “I’m going to head into the frey and try to find survivors.”

“You’re going to head into the frey-” You finally process the words. “Dainsleif, you can’t go in there alone!” Not after all this time you’ve spent together.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it, dear.” He pulls his horse closer to yours in order to be able to lean forward. “You of all people should know of my expertise. I’ll be fine, and you will be too. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He repeats. With a final kiss on your forehead, you separate paths.

However, a deep fear burns in your chest. It beckons you to come back. “Wait, Dainsleif! Promise me-” Your words shut in your throat.

He stops in his tracks. “Promise you what? What is it?”

You gulp down the fear and clear your head, finding the proper words. “Promise me we’ll see each other after battle.”

“Is that even a question?” Within all the chaos, he finds the calm to smile at you. “I promise. I count in your apprehension, you count in my expertise. Together, we will win this battle. Promise me that.”

“I promise.”

You never did see him again.

#dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #🎫 // dainsleif #🎟 // genshin impact #🌂 // failure #i invoke the crying in my inbox #even though i don't think my angst is strong #no sequel btw

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hello-everyfandom · 4 years

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“I’ll say it every second of every day if need be, I love you."

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: James Potter is desperately in love with you.

Part One “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her, not me.”

Part Two "James, you’re a right knob head sometimes. She loves you.”

(Hi! This is part three of my James Potter series. Feel free to read those before hand!)

It was odd to see you without James. It seemed that after the Gryffindor party, you had disappeared. It was rare to see you during meal times and you were nothing but a passing figure in the corridors, fleeing before the boys could stop you. It wasn’t just Remus you were dodging, Sirius could barely find you in a crowd and Peter had spoken to you all but once these past few weeks. James, it seemed, was taking your absence the hardest. He frequently turned to his side to tell you a witty or inappropriate joke only to find that you weren’t there. Living without you was torture. Living without the person he loved was torture. And, what made it worse, was that it was his doing that brought this fate upon the Marauders. Remus Lupin, to put kindly, was extremely fed up. He missed his friend and found himself quite lonely studying in the library. And if he were to catch you somewhere, reading or doing homework, you were quiet and reserved, almost fragile to an extent. So, Remus made it his mission, after a grueling day of classes, to find you. He stalked the halls, peering left and right, checked the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery and the kitchens. It was only until he found you, tucked away and unseen, in the back of the library that he let out a sigh of relief.

Remus pulled a chair from the table and sat down, staring at you intently. “Right, Y/N. This has got to stop.”

“What are you on about, Remus?” you asked, raising your eyes from your book that you were barely reading.

“Don’t play dumb!” Remus used his hand to refer to you, “This has got to stop. It’s become ridiculous.”

“Rem-”

“No, just listen to me. I don’t want to raise my voice or become angry, but you’ve beyond frustrated me. Y/N, this has got to stop, you cannot go on like this.”

“Go on like what?” you asked sharply.

“Like this!” you knew exactly what Remus was talking about. You had become quite skinny, almost gaunt like. Your body adorned an old knitted sweater that James had given you after his growth spurt. It engulfed your body and swallowed you whole. Your face has lost its colour, and your paleness reached all over your skin. You looked sick. Lovesick, if you will, and suffering from heartbreak and losing the battle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you gazed back at your book, hoping Remus would leave.

“Damn it, Y/N. Stop it.” Remus slammed his hand on the table, making you jump. Remus had never raised his voice at you, but looking in his eyes, you could see how desperate he was. Remus redacted his hand and shook his head, “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” you said reassuringly, reaching to place your hand on his.

“I’m worried about you.”

“I know,” you said truthfully, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb, “but I’m alright.”

“No, no you’re not, Y/N. This isn’t you. The person sitting here isn’t you.” Remus trailed off. If this is what love is, Remus thought, then maybe he didn’t want it. He could see how this was tearing you apart, inside and out. “Everyone misses you. James misses you.”

“I miss you too,” your voice quivered a bit, hearing James’ name struck a blade in your throat.

“He’s not the same, y’know? Have you noticed?”

You couldn’t say you had. Every time you had seen him in the corridor or in the common room, you practically ran away. It was utter agony to see the man who you so desperately loved, not love you back. But, if you had lingered, if you stayed for mere seconds, you would have seen how broken James was. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair as he usually did, but the smile was nearly blank and his hair was pulled nervously.

“Rem-”

“I know,” he sighed, “But at least think about coming back, okay? It’s scaring me to see you like this.”

You nodded, “I love you, Moons.”

Remus squeezed your hand, sending you a worried smile and stood up to leave you alone with your thoughts. As you sat there, you found yourself playing with James’ sweater, fiddling with and pulling out the loose strands. You feared that this was the end of yours and James’ friendship, perhaps even for good. You weren’t sure you could go back to being friends, it simply felt too emotionally difficult to be nothing but mates. You couldn’t do it. A small part of you wanted to be angry with James. In fact, you wanted to be furious at him for toying with your feelings like that. You wanted to scream and send him a jinx that would cause his head to become an octopus. Maybe then he’d see how much he sucked. But, you couldn’t. You couldn’t even be annoyed. The only thing you could feel was the throbbing hurt of your broken heart and helplessly missing a certain James Potter.

Sirius had become just as frustrated if not even more frustrated than Remus. He had become fed up with constantly telling James to grab life by the balls and tell you how he truly feels. It became too much when James was fidgeting during breakfast before his second Quidditch game.

“James Middle-Name-That-I’ve-Forgotten Potter!”

James looked up alarmed, “Padfoot? What’s wrong? You never call me James,”

“You! You’re what’s wrong.”

“Padfoot, don’t do this right now, I’m already nervous enough for the game.”

“This is the absolute last time I’ll say it if you don’t tell Y/N how you feel, I won’t talk to you for a week and we both know that’ll be right awful.”

“I’ll do it! I swear, I’ll do it, it just has to be the right time. And-and now, it’s just not.”

“Then when will be the right time?” Sirius prodded, “In a year? Two? When you’re old and wrinkled?”

James bit his lip, knowing full well that Sirius was right. “I’ll tell her at the party tonight,”

Sirius rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Yeah, like that turned out well last time you did that.”

“Well! I-okay? It’ll be fine!” James groaned loudly. Why was he such a coward?

“I mean it, James. Do it, or you’ll regret it.” Sirius pointed. “I didn’t pretend to be Y/N and fake kiss you for nothing.”

“You were the one who pretended to kiss me!” James accused,

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” Sirius clicked his tongue.

“I didn’t,” James said.

Although James felt joyous over his quidditch game win, he could feel the nerves bundled in his stomach. As he reached the common room James swallowed harshly and plainly greeted the partying Gryffindors who congratulated him.

“Drink of firewhiskey?” Someone offered him, James shook his head.

“No thanks, mate. All yours.”

James searched the common room, his eyes scanning the heads of the bouncing and swaying students. His brown eyes locked with Sirius who sent him back a pointed look with eyebrows raised. He had to do it. He had to do it now. James Potter blinked, hoping to find you somewhere in the crowd with a smile on your face that he so loved. James pushed against the throng of students before reaching Remus who was leaned against the wall.

“Moony,” James said with relief.

“There you are! Hold on,” Remus fixed James’ glasses that seemed to have come askew and crooked on his nose. “Two wins in a row, how bloody lucky are you?”

“Yeah yeah,” James waved it off before asking frantically, “Where’s Y/N?”

Remus’ face dropped and his eyes showed nothing but wariness, “Why?”

“I need to tell her something.”

“Have you been drinking again?”

James shook his head rapidly, “No. Where is she?”

“Prongs, I think-”

“Moons, I’m sorry, I don’t have time for this. I need to see her, I need to see her and tell her I love her. I need to do it and I need to do it now,”

Remus’ eyes lifted in surprise, “Oh.”

“I know, I know. But, where is she? I need to find her.”

Remus’ thoughts were racing horses and he seemed to piece together what was happening, “James.”

“Please, Remus. Please tell me where she is.”

Remus bit his bottom lip, “I think I saw her in the courtyard, sitting in one of the window sills, but-” Before he could continue, James spun around and hurried out of the common room.

Sirius strutted over and slung an arm around Remus’ shoulders.

“Is he going-”

“Yup.”

“And does Y/N feel-”

“Yup.”

Sirius turned his head with a wide grin, “Thank god. I was nearly ripping out my hair waiting for him to tell her.” Remus hummed in response. As Sirius seemed to quiet, Remus turned to him with questioning eyes.

“I need to tell you something-”

Remus interrupted him, “You pretended to be Y/N for James, didn’t you? That’s why you pretended to wear a dress.”

Sirius sighed pathetically, “Yeah. And I kind of liked it.”

James could feel the sweat begin to bead on his forehead, and the adrenaline run through his veins as he looked the corridors for you. This was it. James could feel it. He was ready, he was in love with you and nothing else seemed to matter but the idea of you. You. He loved you. He would rip the skin off his back to keep you warm or swing upside down on a tree with his trousers off just to make you smile.

It was cold. Cold enough to feel a brisk breeze on your shoulders and cold enough for you to wrap yourself in your arms. You enjoyed the quiet, at least you learned to enjoy it. You debated on returning to the common room to attend the party like Remus and Sirius had begged you to, but you quickly decided against it. You stared up at the stars that blinked back at you. Though you were absolute bollocks at astronomy, you found yourself counting the stars, seeking a constellation, or maybe even guidance. A cloud brushed over the dark skies, the twinking stars disappearing into the darkness. You sighed and stared at your feet until you heard something. What was that? It sounded almost like thunder, pounding against the corridor floors. As you curiously faced the source of the noise, you could barely make out a tall figure bounding towards you. You could make out their messy hair that seemed to stick out everywhere. Messy hair. James. It was James. He ran towards the courtyard, pausing to look madly all-around before spotting you. James Potter froze, his mouth coming agape. The adrenaline and rush that he had previously felt faded every slow step he took towards you. Your hands instantly became sweaty and you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes from his. Should you run? Maybe, if you hurried now, you could make it back to your dorm in minutes. But you stayed. You stayed, watching his every move until he finally reached where you were sitting.

“Hi,” he whispered, barely trusting his voice right now.

“Hi,” you said back, your voice shaky and low. His eyes looked towards the free space next to you on the bench, a silent question if he could sit. Your eyes widened as you scooted over allowing James to sit. It was silent, something neither of you were used to. Before, it was rare that you two had a minute of quietness between you as the conversation seemed to bounce naturally. But now, it was hushed. James clenched his hands nervously.

“Congratulations on your win, James,” you said sincerely, surprised that you had even said something. James inhaled. He didn’t want to talk about quidditch. He didn’t want to talk about anything, he wanted to lean in and kiss you and tell you how much he truly adored you.

“I need to tell you something.” James let out.

“James-”

“No, please? Let me talk.” You stayed silent,

“I made a mistake at the last party.”

“Really, we don’t have to talk about it. We can just forget about it.”

“No, I don’t want to forget about it. It was a mistake. But not in the way you’re thinking. It was a mistake because I shouldn’t have told you how I felt like that. I feel like a right prat and, and.” James lost his words for a moment before clearing his throat, “I should’ve never told you I loved you when I was drunk. And, I should’ve never pretended I had forgotten about it either.”

This was painful. He did remember, he just ignored it. You managed to pull your lips into a small smile, “James. It’s okay. It didn’t mean anything, we can just-”

“No, that’s the thing. It did mean something. It meant something to me. I have been trying, constantly trying, to find a way to tell you, but I’m terrified of losing you.”

“You’d never lose me-”

“Y/N, you little shit,” he let out a small joke making you laugh, “Will you please be quiet because I swear I’ll go mad if you don’t.”

“I... I adore you.” James said finally. Your hands went cold and you struggled to breathe. It was a trick, wasn’t it? Or a nightmare? Or were you daydreaming in the library again and you’ll soon be woken up by the sound of a book dropping?

“What?”

“It’s true. I adore you. I think you are frustratingly annoying sometimes when you lose at exploding snap, when you argue with me I go a little insane and sometimes you snort when you laugh. I had this whole speech planned out and I was supposed to have flowers, but whenever I see you I just. I lose myself a bit. But, I think you’re amazing.” James shifted in his seat, getting a good look at you. You were thin and had bags under your eyes, but you were still just as beautiful as you were when you were children. “And I. I love you.”

“Have you been-”

“No. I haven’t been drinking. I’m as sober as a nun and I can say now, finally, that I, James Potter, am terribly and irretrievably in love with you. I have been and always will be.”

You sat there stunned. James bit his bottom lip nervously, looking up at you, eyelashes on his cheeks as he wondered what you were thinking. He had an anxious smile on his lips.

“Say it again,” you said softly.

“I love you.” James reached and interlocked his fingers with yours.

“Again,”

“I love you.” You let out a breath of shaky air, your lungs could implode. You couldn’t help it. Tears welled in your eyes, you couldn’t even blink them back in time. You could taste the salty tears slip down onto your lips as you began to cry. James looked alarmed and raised his hand to cup your cheek softly wipe the tears with his thumb.

“Please don’t cry Y/N. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“No,” you sobbed, “Please. Don’t say anything. This? This is... perfect.”

“But, you’re crying,” James said worriedly, brushing more tears off your face. You felt yourself do something you hadn’t done in a while. You smiled. You beamed through your tears and sent James a dazzling smile that nearly knocked him off his seat.

“I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m... I’m perfectly happy right now.”

James could feel his own eyes begin to tear up as he sniffled and laughed, “Well you’ve gone and made me all soft now.”

“Oh, James. I missed you.” You leaned comfortingly into his hand.

“I missed you too, Love.” James whispered, “And I’ll never leave you again.”

“Will you say it again, for me?”

“I’ll say it every second of every day if need be, I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You laughed out in relief, wishing to hear him say those sincere words again.

“I love you too. I love you, James Potter. I’ll love you until I stop breathing, until the day I die and even more.”

“Will you say it again for me?”

You closed your eyes, “I love you.”

Under the stars, the stars you had earlier compared your love to James Potter to, he kissed you. The salty tears of both yours and his mixed as you smiled, beyond joyful, effortlessly happy. A weight slipped off your shoulders and landed on the ground as James held your face in his hand and pushed all his love, his endearments, his affections into this kiss. You pulled away, foreheads pressed together as you felt nothing but content. From the beginning of your life together, James Potter knew you were destined to be together, tied with heartstrings. And slowly, but surely, the love you both shared combined, and not even the stars could outshine it.

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