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reiding-writing · 5 months

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melatonin and oxytocin [ s.r ]

Summary:

You and Spencer pair up in an inn room that just happens to have one bed. Oh, and did you know that physical contact promotes better sleep? Well, that’s what Spencer says anyway. And he’s always right.

WARNINGS: literally none, crazy i know

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: pure fluff, friends to lovers

wc: 5.1k

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a/n: here’s my official apology for all of the angst i put you through in erotomania 😭 i dont write pure fluff like ever so please bare with me if it’s a little stunted 😭🫶 also this is very very loosely based of off 05X21 - Exit Wounds.

The team was currently in Alaska working on a case, set up in a small inn during their stay. The issue was, they could only provide 4 rooms despite there being 8 members on the team, meaning that everyone had to double up for the night.

Spencer’s first instinct was to turn towards Morgan, but before he even had the chance to open his mouth Morgan was profusely shaking his head. “Absolutely not,”

“Wha-” Morgan held up his hand before Spencer could question his decision. “Never again. You are some kind of vampire I swear,”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows in Morgan’s direction, met with a shrug. “This man needs his beauty sleep,”

“Dibs!” Garcia leaned over the back of the couch she was sat on so she could grasp at Morgan’s forearm. “I call dibs.”

Morgan chuckles at Garcia’s enthusiasm, leaning over to place a kiss on the crown of her head. “Alright, me and you babygirl,”

Garcia’s soft giggle is joined by a yawn from where you’re sat next to her, and you rub your eye with your knuckle as you lean your head against the back of the couch. “Can we just all choose quickly? I’m exhausted-”

The end of your sentence is cut off with another yawn, only further emphasising your point. Your words were definitely more blunt than usual, your tiredness most definitely making you more irritable.

“I uh- You can share a room with me if you want,” Spencer’s voice is timid as he speaks, and if he wasn’t stood directly behind you you’re not sure you would’ve heard it.

"Sure great, let’s go-" You drag one of the room keys off the small table in front of you as you stand, throwing your travel bag over your shoulder and walking around the couch, placing the palm of your hand flat on Spencer’s back to push him towards the stairs up to the rooms. “Goodnight.”

Your call back to the rest of the team is more of a custom than a genuine wish for them to get a good rest, and if you were more alert you’d probably hit yourself over the back of the head for being so blunt. But politeness wasn’t on your mind right now. You just wanted to sleep.

You fumble with putting the key in the door through your drowsiness, but eventually manage to push the door open to the room.

It’s about what you’d expect from somewhere small like this in the middle of nowhere.

The flooring was dark, with a small rectangular rug in a wine red colour in the centre, the walls an off-white with a slightly suspicious looking water stain in one of the corners. There was a dark-brown leather armchair leaned against the wall next to an ajar door leading to a bathroom, with a decorative pillow of the same shade of red as the rug on the floor. The arm of the chair had a noticeable rip, most probably from a child who’d got bored whilst staying there.

The room was warmly lit from the two lamps on the two side tables, the only other thing on them a basket-weaved mug coaster. The over head light was notably turned off, unable to be used at all seeing as it didn’t even have a bulb in it.

And of course, there was a single queen-sized bed in the centre of the room, it’s frame the same dark wood as the floorboards and definitely just as worn.

Although, the duvet and its pillows seemed brand new, a clean, sparkling white that stood out against the dis-colouring of the wall behind it, a throw blanket over the end and two decorative pillows on top, again matching the other decorative pieces in their dark red colouring.

You didn’t even have to look over at Spencer to know that he was definitely a little perturbed.

With a sigh your drag yourself into the room, dumping your bag on the armchair and unzipping it to pull out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into.

Spencer however, remained stood in the doorway, seemingly considering whether it would be a better option for him to go out and sleep in the SUV.

His rational brain told him to just suck it up and get on with it, but he couldn’t help that subconscious voice in the back of his head that rattled on about how unhygienic hotel rooms are, especially in small rural areas like this.

Not only that, he was also battling the reality that he would inevitably have to share a bed with you, even if it was large enough to house both of you without any unintentional physical contact; He was at least grateful that it actually looked clean.

“Can I- leave the light on?” He breaks his own train of thought as he pushes the door closed with his foot, surrendering to the inevitability of spending the night in this dingy room with you.

You give him a short nod as your answer, joined by your third yawn in the span of five minutes. "God I genuinely think I could fall asleep standing up right now-"

Spencer chuckles at your yawn and nods at your words, leaving his bag on the floor as he takes a seat on the left edge of the bed, pulling out a copy of Les Fluers de Mal and flipping through it until he found the page he’d left on.

“It has been scientifically proven that it is physically impossible to fall asleep while standing, as your cerebellum would be triggered in response to the lack of stimulation which would cause a reflexive response to make you sit down.”

Of course Spencer would know something like that.

You rifle through your bag to find your toothbrush and travel toothpaste. "So what I’m hearing is I could fall asleep standing, but then i’d just end up sitting down," You zip your bag shut again once you’ve retrieved everything you need, pushing open the door to the small en suite bathroom, which thankfully, was much newer than the bedroom. "That sounds like falling asleep standing up if you ask me,"

Your voice muffles ever so slightly as you shut the door behind you.

“Yes, that is a fairly logical conclusion,” He nods slightly as he reads, not taking in the fact that you can’t see him from behind the door.

“Although I still believe it doesn’t quite count as 'falling asleep standing', as when you sit down your brain then activates its natural response to the loss of stimulation in order to put you to sleep. You see, it is impossible to enter the first stage of the sleep cycle within that split second between standing and sitting down, meaning that your body would still be awake.”

You chuckle lightly as you stick your head out of the bathroom once you’ve finished changing, toothbrush in your mouth as you dump your work clothes over the arm of the chair.

“The act of falling asleep occurs when your brain begins to transition from a state of wakefulness to a state of deep sleep. This is signalled by a spike in alpha-waves, which creates a relaxed feeling leading to…” He trails off as he watches you walk past him, figuring you’re not listening to him anymore.

"Why’d you stop?" You straighten your posture as you stop momentarily in your tracks, turning your head towards him.

“Oh, I- thought that you weren’t interested in listening to what I was saying.” His reply betrays his surprise at your engagement.

“I was simply going to add that when you are sitting and the spike in alpha waves occurs and you begin to fall asleep, your brain will automatically trigger a response that causes you to slump forward, hence causing you to sit down.”

Your body subconsciously mirrors your brain’s interpretation of what slumping over means as you walk past him again to spit out your toothpaste.

"Oh- like when you’re in a car and your head falls forwards-"

“Yes, that is a fairly similar example actually. Your brain receives the sign that you are beginning to fall asleep when your head starts to nod forward, and this causes a trigger within the brain’s automatic control system that in turn activates a response that makes you sit up straight so that you don’t fall asleep at the wheel.” As Spencer speaks, he shuts his book, leaving it on the side table as he unpacks his bag so he can also change.

“It’s actually rather surprising how the brain is capable of performing such complex tasks that we sometimes don’t even realise,” He said with an astonished gleam in his eye.

"Huh, the more you know-" You give a satisfied nod at Spencer’s little exposition, taking a seat on the right side of the bed and leaning over to turn the lamp off, allowing Spencer to leave his on as he retreats into the bathroom.

You’d never express it verbally, especially not to Spencer’s face, but you quite liked when he’d ramble about topics he was interested in and knew a lot about, it was both educational and weirdly charming.

You let out another yawn as you pulled back the duvet to lie down, extremely grateful that the mattress of the bed was just as new as the bedding itself. Looked like you might be able to get a good night’s sleep after all.

"Did you know that the human brain has over 100 billion neurons making over 100 trillion connections between them. Each second, a 100 billion electrical messages pass from one neuron to another. It is really quite fascinating." Spencer continued his tangents as he exited the bathroom, now clad in a black t-shirt and a pair of tardis pyjama pants that you found oddly endearing.

"That’s a lot of electrical signals…"

"A lot is an understatement" He chuckled, moving over to the left side of the bed and carefully laying himself down, making sure he wasn’t accidentally making any contact with you.

"It is so complex that it is believed that only a portion of our neurons actually fire each second, meaning that there is potentially trillions of more electrical messages going to unused parts of our brain." He seems to get lost in thought, staring up at the ceiling as he considers the idea further.

You hum softly with a small nod at his assessment, turning to lie on your side so you were half-facing him as he looked up at the ceiling, and you couldn’t help but find yourself tracing his jawline with your eyes as you studied how the dim lighting from the lamp besides him gave it even more definition.

Spencer turns to look at you after a few moments and notices your sleepy expression, feeling a tinge of guilt at keeping you awake since you are clearly exhausted. “I should probably shut up and let you get at least a little sleep. “ He chuckles awkwardly, “Sorry for rambling on, I kind of got carried away.”

"It’s okay… I like listening to you…" You rub one of your eyes with your knuckle as you struggle to keep them fully open, eyelids fluttering as you blink repeatedly to keep them from closing shut. You weren’t done looking at him yet.

Spencer’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink at your confession of enjoying listening to what he had to say.

He then starts to talk again, his voice quieter as he tries to accommodate it to your tiredness. “It’s not the brain’s electrical signals that dictate if you sleep or not, by the way. It is actually a neurotransmitter called melatonin.”

“Melatonin is the hormone responsible for controlling your sleep cycle, and it’s responsible for that sleepy feeling we get when we're tired.”

"Mhm…” You nod softly against the pillow, that was one fact you were definitely familiar with thanks to the joys of university, although hearing it come from Spencer’s mouth just made you want to go along with what he was saying like it was brand new to you.

“Melatonin also helps to regulate your body’s circadian rhythm, which is basically your daily schedule,” Spencer explained.

“Our bodies are naturally conditioned to go through a cycle of sleep and wakefulness. During the day your body will release cortisol and adrenaline for stress management and focus, and during the night your body will release melatonin to help you relax, making you feel sleepy.”

“Well i’m certainly feeling the effects of melatonin right now…” You try to keep up your responses to what Spencer is saying without falling asleep, but you can’t help closing your eyes as you focus on the softness of his voice.

Spencer smiles at your response and nods as he looks at you and notices your eyes are closed. “I should probably stop rambling then, since I don’t want to keep you awake for any longer…” He spoke even softer if that was possible, his eyes trailing over your forehead and down the bridge of your nose.

"I like your voice Spencer, it’s calming…" Your words are half muffled as you mumble them against your pillow. "And your facts are interesting…"

“Huh?” He asked you with a raised eyebrow, having not quite heard what you’d said.

"I like hearing you…" You simplify your words a little bit as you repeat what you’d said, a little louder this time, and you force your eyes back open again to look at him.

Spencer’s cheeks immediately turn pink at the compliment, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He is then quiet for a moment as he tries to process what you said.

“You… like hearing my voice?” He asks, a tinge of confusion evident in his voice, to which you reply with a soft nod and a small hum of affirmation. "I hate it when people interrupt you…"

Spencer’s cheeks remain a light shade of pink as he tries to process what you said, and he stays quiet for a while, trying to think of how he could respond to your little confession.

“I… Well… thank you-” he replies, trying to stay calm whilst also hiding his flustered smile.

“No problem…”

Spencer smiles at your response, eyes studying your expression in an attempt to better understand your feelings. All that he can make out however is your hair, and your tired and half-closed eyes.

“You know, you should probably go to sleep.” He chuckles softly, “It’s quite late after all,”

“Yeah… that’s a good idea…” Your voice is quiet as you mutter out an agreement, but you can’t help from feeling a mild disappointment that your small conversation with Spencer was coming to an end.

“Did you know it takes an average of 7 minutes to fall asleep?” You murmur out the fact as a last resort, half-hoping that it will encourage Spencer to keep talking to you.

“Well, it depends on the person actually” His reply is soft and non derogatory, and his eyes remain locked on the peaceful tiredness in your expression. “On average it takes about 15 minutes of lying down in a relaxing environment to fall asleep, however for some people it might take 20 minutes or more. On the other hand, some people can fall asleep much quicker, with one study finding that it only took an individual 65 seconds to fall asleep.”

“I wish I was that person,” You shift slightly to make yourself more comfortable, pulling your right leg upwards towards your chest and incidentally brushing it against his in the process.

Spencer is lost in his emotions as he stares at you, and it takes you turning your head against the pillow for him to realise that he wasn’t fully listening to what you’d said. “Oh- Yeah, pretty lucky huh?”

His eyes avert from you after that, suddenly very intrigued by the water stain in the top corner of the wall opposite where you were laying down, trying to remind himself that it is inappropriate to stare at his colleagues like that.

But despite all the rationalisation, his heart continues to beat at an accelerated pace and he begins to feel strangely excited seeing you move around the bed. You might be tired, but he certainly wasn’t. Not anymore.

Spencer turns to look at you again as you cover your face with your arm, seemingly protecting your eyes from the light of the lamp on his side table.

He’s silent for a moment as he finds himself staring at you again, mentally punching himself for finding himself getting so lost in your facial features.

"Do you want the light off?" He asks you, keeping the tone of his voice gentle.

“No it’s okay,” Shake your head underneath your arm, “You can keep it on…”

You knew about Spencer’s phobia of the dark. The whole team did. It was pretty much a given after what he went through a few years ago with Tobias Hankel. And you wouldn’t mind sacrificing your comfort of sleeping in pitch black darkness if it meant that Spencer wouldn’t be uncomfortable or afraid.

Spencer gives a nod at your answer, and you can tell he’s relieved that you didn’t want him to turn it off. After a few seconds he speaks again.

"Can I ask you something?" He says, keeping his voice soft.

“Mhm?” You move your arm from your face to rest against your forehead so that you can look at him as he speaks.

Spencer's cheeks immediately turn a light shade of pink again as he meets your eyes. “It's… uh… Well, it's a strange question,” He replies awkwardly

“Would… you mind if I… uh….” He pauses, struggling to find the right words. “Would you mind if I put my arm around you?” He eventually manages to say, keeping his voice soft.

“Huh-?” You let you arm fall back down to your side as you process his question, eyes blinking more awake and Spencer’s cheeks only turn more red as he sees your surprised expression.

“Well… You see… I- it's a common thing that people do when sleeping… to… uh… to hold one another..” Spencer replies, still keeping his tone soft and gentle. He begins feels incredibly stupid for even bringing up this topic, hastily trying to explain himself before it has the opportunity to become awkward.

“Is it?-” Your eyes flicker around his face, your eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as your exhaustion seems to momentarily disappear.

“Uhm… well… usually it’s for romantic reasons,” He replies, his face turning a light shade of pink yet again. “But… uh… I’ve … heard… that some people like to cuddle in a… platonic way… to help them fall asleep…” His voice threatens to waver slightly as he speaks, and he hides the lower half of his face in the bedsheets in an attempt to hide his cheeks, not wanting you to see how red he’s gone.

“Oh- Uh- Well, if you think it’ll help…” Your subconscious mind knew that Spencer was pulling those facts out of his ass, but you didn’t have the mind to care, not when he was practically openly inviting you to drape yourself all over him.

Spencer perks up when you give him the go-ahead, gently wrapping his arm around you and lightly pulling you closer to his body as he turns to look at your face. “Is this okay?”

His expression screams nervousness as he stares at you, praying that you don’t find his actions uncomfortable.

“Mhm…” Your response is short and direct as you nod, adjusting yourself to lie with your head resting under his chin, allowing your arm to drape over his torso like he’d done yours and bringing your leg up to rest over his waist.

Spencer can’t help but smile as he feels you make yourself more comfortable, sliding one of his arms underneath you and moving the other to hold the inside crease of your knee.

“Do you know that physical contact has a calming effect on people’s minds?” He keeps his voice gentle, as he always does.

You give a soft hum that gently vibrates against the skin of his neck, sending a small shudder down Spencer’s back.

He carefully adjusts the position of his head so that he can keep looking at your half-closed eyes, figuring that considering the two of you were practically intertwined like a pretzel that it would be okay for him to gaze at you again.

“You know that skin-to-skin contact promotes the release of oxytocin…. It… uh… it can help to make you feel calm and comfortable,” He says softly.

“Oxytocin…” You mumble the word under your breath as you try to remember what the hormone is, “…the love hormone..?”

Spencer’s voice turns to a whisper as he responds. “That’s correct. A lot of people refer to it as the ‘love hormone’ because it is released at high levels when people engage in romantic activities or are falling in love.”

“It is also responsible for the feeling of trust and comfort,” His hand on your leg begins to draw small circles against your skin, barely feathering over you to the point where you can hardly feel it.

“Would you believe me if I told you that we were producing this hormone right now?”

You sigh softly against his neck at the ghost of his fingers against your leg, only half listening to what he’s saying as you try to focus on the feeling, and Spencer responds with one of his own as he feels the warmth of your breath against his skin, leaving small goosebumps in it’s wake.

Spencer’s fingers slowly widen their ascent up and down the side of your leg, brushing along your thigh as his fingertips gently skim your skin.

“Comforting, isn’t it?” His voice is low and gentle as he feels just how comforting your presence is, slightly shocked by how excited he feels when being this close to you.

“Yeah…” You muster up as much of nod under his chin as you can, giving his torso a slight squeeze from where your hand is around it.

Spencer smiles at your gentle squeeze of his torso, noting how light it is as you barely manage to add any pressure at all.

“Do you know that physical touch also triggers a person’s serotonin and dopamine production?” He asks you softly.

As if to test his fact himself, he moves his thumb up and down your thigh with a little more pressure, his fingertips leaving behind a trail of almost unnoticeable goosebumps.

“Yeah… Yeah I knew that…”

Spencer smiles softly at your confirmation. “Then you know the feeling they’re giving you right now?”

You give him another small nod as he pulls you a little closer to him, stroking his fingers a little higher up your thigh. His arm underneath your side shifts to your mid back and starts to gently massage at the tense muscles formed over your last few days bent over a desk to work on the case’s profile.

The slow pressure elicits a soft groan from your lips, a pleasant release from all of the tension you’d been carrying over the last few days, slowly dissipating as his fingers worked their magic over your t-shirt.

Spencer can feel you starting to relax into his body as his fingers work against your skin, and his breath threatens to catch in his throat as your hand moves from resting around his torso to up over his shoulder, fingers curling closed against the fabric of his t-shirt.

Spencer leans his nose against the crown of your head, the trace scent of lavender entering his nose as he took a slow breath in, most likely a trace from when you’d last washed your hair.

By this point, the two of you were very aware that the position you were in was anything but platonic, his hand tracing patterns into your thigh, your head pressed into the crook of his neck, and your hand slowly tracing over the curve of his shoulder to take it’s place cupping his cheek, your thumb pressed against the front of his ear with the rest of your fingers splayed in the soft curls gracing the side of his head.

“I’ve run out of facts…” Spencer laughs nervously at his confession, breaking the small silence between you.

“you’ve run out of facts…?” You force your eyes to blink open again as you repeat his statement as a question, pulling your head out of it’s position under his chin to look up at him curiously as you arbitrarily trace your thumb over his jaw. It wasn’t at all like Spencer to just not have anything to say.

Spencer’s face turns a dark shade of red when he hears your question, made much worse at the feeling of your thumb on his jaw, the feeling sends a shiver down his spine. “I- Yeah….” He says quietly.

Suddenly a thought passes through his brain.

“I… actually…. I do have one more fact…” his voice turns to a whisper as he speaks, a tinge of nervousness still lingering in his tone.

“Hmm?” Your expression brightens a little, and he catches the small glisten in your eyes as the dim light from the lamp reflects off of your irises.

There’s a short pause.

Spencer then clears his throat before speaking.

“...Do you know that right now... at this very moment... I want to kiss you…?”

He remains facing away, his hands trembling ever so slightly against your skin as he mutters out his confession, trailing off at the end to the point where if you were any further away from him you wouldn’t have heard it.

“...Is that okay…?” His voice was barely a whisper, scared that if he were to speak too loudly he’d scare you off and you’d never want to speak to him again.

“You want to… kiss me..?” His confession spurred you further awake, no longer struggling to keep your eyes open as you scanned his expression, your hand halting its movement against his jaw.

The sight of you gazing up at him makes his heart skip a beat and causes butterflies to flutter in his stomach. Spencer then looks down at the space between your noses, and speaks nervously.

“…I- Yes, I want… to kiss you…” His eyes quickly dart over to your lips and back again as he waits for any signal of acknowledgement or refusal.

“Will it help us fall asleep?” The question leaves your mouth instinctively as a way to try an alleviate the mild awkwardness between the two of you, and you internally berate yourself for not taking the situation seriously.

Spencer laughs a small, nervous laugh when you ask if it would help you both fall asleep, moving his hands back over to your thigh and gently brushing his fingertips against it.

Spencer then looks down at your lips again as he speaks. “No, I don’t think so…” He says, his tone once again turning to a whisper. “…if anything it might actually wake us both up further…”

“Just say it will so I can kiss you-“ Spencer remains silent for a moment, face frozen in shock. He then lets out a nervous sigh as he looks down at your lips again.

“…It- Yeah- Yeah it’ll help us fall asleep…” he whispers, his voice barely audible, and he gives you a nod that’s a little too eager.

“Then there’s no harm in trying right?” Your hand cups the side of his face, gently encouraging it down towards yours so you can finally place a kiss on those perfect pink lips of his.

“Yeah…” He slowly leans forward towards you, taking in your faint scent, the warmth coming from your breath, the softness and moisture of your lips.

Spencer’s lips slowly press against yours, just barely ghosting them with the tiniest bit of pressure. He then slowly pulls back, his eyes darting all over your face before again settling on the stain in the corner of the wall. It was just so interesting.

You take his chin in your hand gently to turn his face back towards your own, your thumb gently tracing the line under his bottom lip as your eyes scan his cheeks, pouring over the extremely faint spotted freckles over his cheeks. You’d never noticed them before. But then again you’d never been close enough to.

“I’m not quite sure it worked… Maybe we should try again…” You watch as Spencer’s face erupts into a beautiful pink flush, a soft breath resembling a laugh leaving his mouth. “Yeah, we can try again-”

Spencer nods as he speaks cutting his own sentence short as he leans down to kiss you again, adding a little more pressure this time as he seemingly grows in confidence. The kiss remains chaste and short, and as he pulls away for the second time his eyes remain fixed on you, smiling alongside his mouth.

“Is it working now?” He laughs softly as he speaks, eyelashes gently fluttering as he places a kiss on the bridge of your nose, his fingers slowly sliding into your hair at your temples.

“I’m not sure yet…” You respond with a kiss of your own placed against the curve of his chin. “Maybe we should keep going…” You place another kiss right in the corner of his mouth, and Spencer sighs softly as it misses his lips by a hair. “For research purposes…”

He smiles lightly when you mention it being for ‘research’, and his voice grows even quieter as he speaks.

“Yeah… research purposes…”

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eyebagshawty · 3 months

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Hey, I really like your works! I wondered if you could make something about suicidal reader and astarion, gale, halsin and anyone you feel like.

But only if you're comfortable with it. Some general hurt/comfort would be ok. Best inspiration 💛

Blurbs for Male Companions Comforting a Suicidal Tav

Pairings: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Wyll

Warnings/Tags: some canon typical violence, suicidal thoughts/ideation, suicide attempt, angst, comfort, some are durge Tav, probably a dead dove do not eat situation

A/N: As someone who struggles with this type of thing daily, I really enjoyed expressing my interpretation of this; it was therapeutic in a way. These are blurbs, so it may not be as developed as I would like, but I hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want a part two with the ladies :)

Astarion

Marcus had kidnapped Isabelle. The sweet cleric had welcomed your party into the arms of Last Light Inn, and somehow you were too weak to save her. It was your fault.

Your. Fault.

Astarion had comforted you after, saying you couldn’t have known you would need every last bit of your magic to give your help. You couldn’t have known you would need to rest. It was just as much of a surprise to him, to Shadowheart, to Karlach. But the more you stare at Nettie’s wyvern toxin — more of a keepsake at this point than a tool for battle — the more you decide you should’ve known. Jaheira’s expression after Last Light had fallen, it’s burned into your memory. You had promised her your only intention was good, but there was still something in her eyes that showed blame.

As you watch your companions move around camp and settle next to the fire, your left hand subconsciously lifts your dagger from its holster; your right hand coming up to your mouth to open the seal of the wyvern toxin. Where could you even go from here? There was no moon lantern, but no reason to go back. You don’t even have anywhere to go back to if you think about it.

You really are a monster, the tadpole your own scarlet letter. The dagger is slathered with the wyvern toxin, and as you smile at your lover from across camp the dagger makes a shallow slice into your thigh just out of sight.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed guys, we’ve got a lot to plan tomorrow about where to go from here,” you mumble, your eyes slightly glazed from the poison entering your system. Your companions nod in agreement, each one heading to their tent to prepare for bed. Astarion, however, watches you. His brow furrows, and he’s about to offer for you to sleep in his tent again, but you’re already in front of him. “Hello love, I know it’s a bit early into, well, us. But I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight.”

Astarion gently takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. “Of course my sweet,” he whispers. But the closer you get to him, the weirder you smell. He can smell the familiar bouquet of your blood, just a trace of it, but there is a sour note in there. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” As he looks back up to your eyes you let out a sob you’d been holding since earlier that day. His eyes widen; he isn’t good at comfort but for you he can try. “Darling what’s wrong?” He prods, needing to help you in your state.

You feel you can’t verbalize it, so your tadpole nuzzles up to his, asking for entrance. He accepts, and the images of your actions, your thoughts, your feelings flood into his mind. After the connection breaks you crumple to the ground, the poison entering the later stages.

Astarion’s thoughts immediately clear as he stares down at you in horror. He gathers your body into his arms and runs to Shadowheart, your seemingly now small and delicate form writhing within them. Shadowheart stands as she sees him running. “What happened Astarion?” She sternly quips, her eyes softening at the sight of you.

“They… it was one of those winged horrors. It poisoned them. Please help them. Please.” Astarion looks down at your eyes as they twitch and gaze blankly towards the sky. Shadowheart eases an antidote and a greater health potion into your mouth. Once you have your faculties about you once more, you lean your face into Astarion’s chest and weep. “Shh my love, let’s get you to bed.”

He lays you down gently to the various pillows in his tent, his every vein screaming to run. He isn’t ready for this kind of care and work a relationship requires. What am I thinking? It’s Tav, not some sorry bloke from a tavern. Get yourself together.

“I’m sorry. That was a pathetic idea for me to have, I know you might not want to explore this any further and I’ll still help you with-“

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling,” he mutters as he strokes your cheek with his fingers. “I’ve been right where you are before. Nowhere to go further but nothing to go back to, hmm?” You nod and he gives you a sad smile. “I find that I’m more happy than ever to be alive right now. Well, unalive but that’s no matter. I have you. We will find a way to get that damned moon lantern. I’ll bite everyone in this camp to take a break for a day. Whatever you need. I’m here and I… I love you.” He definitely didn’t think of saying the L word now of all times, but as a surprise to him it feels perfectly right.

“I love you too. Please just hold me.”

And so he does.

Gale

As you wake to the blinding light of the sun, restraints tug at your wrists. The memories of the last night come flooding back into you. The fear in Gale’s eyes as you bit at him that he had tried to hide, the way you kept failing to break through the urges to speak to him. He was so sweet to you. He didn’t deserve it. You love him.

“Glad to have you back with us my love,” Gale whispers into your ear as he frees your wrists and ankles from the restraints. He helps you to your feet and leads you to the fire. “Breakfast is ready. You told me your favorite is an omelet with bacon and some tea?”

“Yes, but you didn’t have to do this for me. I was being dreadful to you,” you mutter, looking down at the food.

“Of course I did. Our love knows no bounds, right? Now, eat. Baldur and his gate are waiting for us.” He kisses your head and you force a smile, shoving the food into your mouth as if you aren’t sick to your stomach with yourself.

The fight in the astral prism had put everyone off kilter. When you had found out the protector in your dreams, the person you needed to trust with your life, was a mindflayer, you only wanted rip each tentacle off its face and eat them as it watched. You did trust it. You were just so deplorable you thought its intestines would look beautiful around its neck to hang outside of your tent as decoration.

You can’t stand yourself anymore. Not just your actions, but your body. The urges make your body hurt, make your head pound and your stomach wretch. You never see a person in the mirror, you see a diseased sack of flesh squealing to be kept alive.

Gale holds you in his lap, leaving soft kisses on your neck as he reads one of his unusually large tomes. You feel disgusting. You will never deserve something nice like this. “I’m going to go see if I can spot the city from that building over there love,” you whisper as you kiss his cheeks and stand up, your stomach twisting as he gazes at you with loving eyes. He can’t love this, can he?

“Do you want me to tag along? I love a good tower as much as the next wizard,” he asks softly as he rubs your sides with his warm hands. You shake your head and force another smile. His brow lightly furrows but he shakes it off and presses a kiss to your lips in parting.

You find yourself sitting on the edge of the tower roof overlooking all of Baldur’s Gate. It has been a couple of hours, and you decide you don’t want to know any more about Orin or the makings of the absolute. Something in your mind tells you it will be the end of a lot of things if you find out. You shakily stand, letting out a ragged breath as pebbles skitter off the edge from under your feet. You close your eyes, exhale, and lean forward, when you fly through the mist into Gale’s tent. You let out a broken cry as warm and strong arms wrap around you, smelling of parchment and tea leaves.

“My love, I’ve felt the immanence of our situation for a while, and when Mystra abandoned me I thought I was as good as a newborn gnoll, destined for nothing but madness. But darling, what were you thinking?” He mutters into your hair.

“The urges won’t- nothing will stop. At my core I’m evil, something to be exhausted. I can’t-“

“Tav, I wouldn’t be as in love with you as I am if these things you said about yourself were true. I would give up my tressym to Astarion if it meant I could relieve any of your pain. Don’t tell her I said that though, Tara would never let me hear the end of it.” You let out a quiet chuckle, his dry humor always helping. “Now let’s sleep, no matter what this packed and unforgiving city does to us we will get through it together.”

“I love you, please, please don’t leave.”

“I would never dream of it.”

Halsin

Orin has captured Gale, and you feel helpless. Did you really not know your friend well enough to see that a shapeshifter was in his place? You have known him for months at this point. And yet, it was your fault for not checking in with him. For getting in that petty fight over the crown of Karsus that made you both ignore each other.

As you and your party trudge once again through the sewers, Astarion and Shadowheart both bombard you with questions about their personal needs within the city.

“Shadowheart, I understand we need to go to the House of Grief but Gale could quite literally be dead right now,” you assert softly, trying to show that she means just as much to you.

“Ugh, Gale. Of all times we have to be in a pickle it has to be over him and right now,” Astarion mutters to himself. You try to push down your frustration but the smirk on his face pushes you over the edge combined with his next words, “You’re the one that’s supposed to be making the rounds, darling. I can take Shadowheart to the house, and you and bear boy can find the bootmuncher.”

As shameful as it is for you, tears burst from your eyes as anger and anxiety take over. “So go. I don’t care anymore since you have never gone out of your way for us. I… fuck!” You slam your sword onto the ground and walk yourself back to cool off.

As Astarion builds up his retort, hurt and defensiveness flashing across his expression, Halsin steps in front of you protectively. “Calm down, Astarion. This does not need to be a fight. Let’s just break for the day. Come, my heart.” As he takes your hand comfortingly in his, you feel a gnawing dread seeping into your bones. This was all your fault, and you keep burning bridges with people you care for and you don’t know how to stop.

At the end of the day you find yourself in the middle of the woods, further from camp than Halsin liked, but it was your privacy; you asked for it and he would respect it. You stared down at your sword, your hands jaunting out to hold it at an awkward angle towards your chest. It had been like this for around an hour; you couldn’t even do this correctly, thinking about how everyone would grimace if they found you like this . Fuck it.

As the knife glides through your padded armor, a large hand places itself on your shoulder. It’s warm, and it smells like herbs and cinnamon. “My heart, please. This is not the way. We’ve come so far on this journey, together, and almost nothing has ever gone wrong. Silvanus guide me, please speak. I need to hear that you are okay,” Halsin chokes out, his voice thick with concern.

“It’s just… I would have known if Gale was acting weird. If I hadn’t pushed him away. I’m doing the same to Astarion, I’ll do it to all of them. When someone goes Illithid it will be on me. Hells we’re taking a break and he could be anywhere.”

“As much as we all love you little one, there is no leader. Nobody could have seen that coming. I had choice words with Astarion, and he would love to speak with you. Everything is handled, I just need you to understand that we can take the weight off of your shoulders occasionally. I love you with everything inside of me. Please know that you are loved.”

The sword clatters to the dirt, and Halsin brings you into his arms; a bear hug in every sense of the term. “I guess I will need Astarion to sew this back up,” you mutter, finger the frayed threads above your heart.

“That sounds like a great idea, little one. I’ll put on some tea for when you’re done.” He kisses your head and walks you back to camp, his arms never leaving your waist.

After a cathartic conversation with your resident vampire, a big brown cave bear awaits you in your tent with blankets and tea.

Wyll

On the dock overlooking the Chionthar, a blade glares up at you from your worn fingers. The Netherbrain is dead, your friends are free from the things that bind them, but you don’t know if it’s the same for you. Nobody forced you to create the Illithid plot with Enver Gortash, nobody forced you to kill Alfira. Her face will haunt you forever, what you did to her in a cold sweat during the middle of the night.

Sure, you had given up Bhaal’s inheritance, but it was still your skin that was covered in blood. It was still your face that bit and spit at the urge’s victims. It was with your eyes that you looked down at Alfira’s cold and eviscerated body. Wither’s had resurrected you in the temple, but you still felt shame creep into your veins. You weren’t a new person, you just forgot.

You saw Wyll hugging Karlach, her new Illithid form unusual but still distinctly her. You want to be with him, you need him like breathing, but the guilt and regret is gnawing at your flesh like a newborn gnoll. Maybe he would be better off taking his role as grand duke by himself, the whole city would whisper of the mad adventurer that had to fight for forgiveness to their complicit nature in the plot. As the blade begins to take its final drink from your wrist, Wyll looks up and shouts your name.

An eldritch blast knocks the blade into the sea, and warm hands wrap gently around your wrist, and a handkerchief is pressed to the small nick. He smells sulfuric but sweet like cinnamon apples as he presses a worry-filled kiss to your head. It comforts you but it shouldn’t; you don’t deserve this. “My love, what is wrong? The netherbrain has fallen, Karlach lives, what could trouble you this much?” He whispers into your ear, making sure the others know this interaction is private.

“I can’t live with myself. I may have forgotten a good extent of my past, but I remember everything from that point on the nautiloid onward clear as a whistle. It’s too much to act like I’m this hero,” you whisper back, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Wyll lifts up your left hand, a ring glinting in the morning sun. He kisses the knuckle wearing it, and looks up into your eyes with a bittersweet smile. “I did not choose you to be the love of my life, my sun and stars, because I thought you were evil my love,” he kisses your cheeks and puts his forehead to yours. “That wasn’t the you I see before me, this wonderful creature who sees past my horns, past Astarion’s vampirism, past Gale’s orb godssakes,” he chuckles and you let out a quiet laugh.

“I just don’t want to be that again. Ever again,” you whisper as you glance at your joined hands. Wyll brings a hand to your cheek and kisses your lips with a tender touch.

“It will take time. Just like I have newfound bumps in weird places, I need to get used to those. It’s being human. Now come with me, future Ravengard, we have beers to slam with our friends.”

He helps you up, and pulls you into the tightest hug as if you could disappear. You walk into the brightening dawn to the Elfsong Tavern, making sure tease him about becoming the grand duke the entire way.

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QUOTH THE RAVEN - CHAPTER 1

Rolan/Tav | NSFW | 5,554 words

Summary:

'"Just... Let me look after you. Please?" He doesn't say anything for a moment, so you look back up at him. His eyes flick back and forth between both of yours, as if searching for something, and finally he sighs. "Okay."'

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"Seriously, soldier, we'll be fine! You need to rest."

You pout at Karlach's continued insistence, but you can feel yourself losing the battle against her iron will. "I don't need to rest, I need to make sure you idiots don't get yourselves killed!"

She laughs at that, loud and unapologetic as she always does, "I'll try not to take that personally, shall I?"

"Well. Not you , obviously. But I don't trust the others. Astarion and Laezel are liable to start swinging at the slightest inconvenience, and Gale's good at pissing people off."

Her raucous laugh continues, "I'll keep 'em in check, soldier," she lifts her hand up to her eyebrow in mock salute, before letting it drop, "you can count on me."

You sigh. Reasonably, you know they'll manage without you, but it feels wrong letting them go without you.

Karlach, as if she can read your mind, speaks again. "Seriously, Tav. We'll be okay. And you deserve a break. It's been a rough couple of weeks."

You nod silently. She's right about that, at least.

When she doesn't say anything else, you sigh. "Fine. But please be careful?"

Karlach smiles wide, "you know me!" She claps you on the back firmly, and you're thankful that her touch is palatable now with the installation of Dammon's upgrade. You're sure the gesture would've burnt a few days ago. "I spoke to Jaheria, she's sorted a room with a bed for you. Get yourself a pint and then sleep!"

The idea of an actual bed is the final tip of the scales that seals your fate, so you nod and squeeze her arm in thanks. An actual mattress? A private room rather than a tent? You couldn't possibly turn your nose up at such a generous offering.

Karlach retreats to the gate of Last Light, where the rest of your companions are waiting for her, and they all leave together into the shadows. You let out a deep sigh, then turn and head into the inn.

The atmosphere is slightly less awful now than when you first got here. People perked up a bit when your party arrived, which you're both thankful for and absolutely terrified by.

Well. Some people perked up.

Your eyes land on the back of Rolan's head, and you feel your stomach knot. His earlier admonishments towards you are probably at least half of the reason Karlach and the others insisted on leaving you here.

You'd be lying if you said his words hadn't hurt. You never wanted to be a leader, never wanted people looking to you for guidance. You're trying your best. And you like Cal and Lia.

He doesn't care about how hard you're trying. It's a little hard to blame him, but it still hurts. You'd really hoped to be able to at least call him a friend.

There had been a moment, during the celebrations at the grove, that you wondered if you'd perhaps be able to call him more. Cal and Lia had left to get drinks, and Rolan had met your eye with a lopsided, boyish grin, and you'd been struck by how handsome he was. He'd made a joke about something and your faces had inched closer as you both laughed.

Then Cal and Lia had returned, and the moment had passed.

He won't even look at you now. As you slide up to the bar and ask Ike to pour you a drink, Rolan pointedly avoids meeting your gaze. You clear your throat in a way you hope seems casual, and from the corner of your eye you see his scowl.

"Rolan..."

"I don't want to talk to you. I've said all I need to."

You frown. "I know, but-"

He huffs, "I'm not interested in hearing your apologetic platitudes. You're hiding in here while your companions do all the work. Some leader you are."

You feel your blood pressure spike, and you turn to face him properly. He still doesn't look at you, but he squirms slightly under your attention. You can't help the bite that your words come out with.

"I never wanted to be a leader, you arsehole. I never asked for any of this. If you think you could do a better job, by all means be my fucking guest." He flinches slightly as you spit the words at him, but doesn't otherwise react, so the words keep spilling out. "And it's bold of you to accuse me of hiding, considering you've been sat here on your arse doing nothing but drink since we got here. You're more than welcome to hate me, but don't try and pretend you've somehow got the moral high-ground here."

You know the words are harsh, but you still find some satisfaction in the way his posture deflates. Knowing he might now feel a portion of the guilt he thrust onto you makes you feel a little smug. Ike places your drink on the bar, looking between the two of you nervously, and you thank him before taking your drink and leaving as quickly as you can. You don't spare Rolan a second glance as you ascend the stairs to find the bed you were promised.

The door shuts behind you and you click the lock firmly, leaning your forehead against the wood. You can feel the regret seeping in, so you down half of the pint of bitter ale and rub your temples.

He deserved that. He did.

You feel better now.

Except you know you're lying to yourself.

You don't want to shout at him. You don't want to make him feel bad. You want to give him a hug and tell him how sorry you are that he's going through this.

But you don't. Instead you finish your drink.

You keep telling yourself that he deserved it as you lay back on the mattress, holding the still-cold glass to your forehead to battle the headache you can feel brewing. You eventually fall into a fitful sleep.

~~~

It's impossible to know night from day here, but when you wake you're reasonably sure by the dryness in your throat that it's the early hours of the morning. You drag yourself out of the bed somewhat reluctantly, the thought of a crisp glass of water being all that propels you forward.

The inn is quiet at this hour. There are a few people dotted around still, talking in hushed tones and nursing drinks or reading, but for the most part it's empty.

You can't help it, your eyes dart to where Rolan was. He's not there, which makes you feel a little better. Hopefully he's in a dark corner somewhere, sleeping off the drink.

There's no one tending the bar at this hour, so you round it and pour yourself a cup of water. It's as you raise it to your lips and take a sip that you notice there's a strange looking artefact sitting on the far end of the counter. You've never seen anything like it before. It looks like it's made of brass, with elaborate arching prongs surrounding a bright blue crystal in the centre.

Fuck it, you've never been one for minding your business. Besides, if it's sat out in the open it's basically begging to be touched, isn't it? You cast a sidelong glance around the tavern to check no one is looking and then sidestep towards it. As soon as you press your fingers to the cold metal, the gem begins to shine, and a projection is brought forth.

"Lia, Cal - if you see this, stay put."

Rolan looks almost regal in the projection, a picture of strength and arrogance. His tone is commanding, firm and assured, and you wonder how he feels justified in that when-

Your words from earlier flood back to you without warning.

"It's bold of you to accuse me of hiding, considering you've been sat here on your arse doing nothing but drink since we got here."

Your heart drops. Oh.

The glass of water makes a loud clinking noise as you slam it onto the bar. The sound still rings through the air as you grab a sword leaning against the doorway and sprint out into the shadows.

~~~

In hindsight, you probably should've waited for your party to return. But how could you? You have no idea how long ago Rolan left that message. He could already be in trouble.

The shadows feel colder without the company of your companions, and you're immensely grateful for the pixie's blessing. The darkness grasps at your ankles, nipping like a dog at your heel, and the cursed foliage around you seems to be watching your every step. This place is awful and dangerous enough when you're travelling with your friends, never mind completely alone.

That line of thinking just brings you back to Rolan, though. Alone somewhere in the shadows, with no real combat experience and no pixie's blessing. He's likely got a torch or a dancing lights cantrip, but those don't fend off the curse nearly as well. The realisation makes the air feel even colder.

It's dark tonight. Darker than usual, that is. There's a dense fog across the land that makes it hard to keep track of where you came from. Rolan could be anywhere, and you can barely see 10 feet in front of you. Gods, you should've waited for the others.

And then you hear it. The unmistakable sound of Rolan's voice shouting an incantation, and the withering scream of a shadow creature falling. Wherever he is he's out of your eye-line, so you sprint towards the noise blindly.

For a man with little practice in a fight, Rolan is holding his own. He stands tall and confident in the face of the several creatures surrounding him, and you can see he's felled at least two of them already. But you can also see the hidden signs of his exhaustion. Some of his spells sputter as they take shape, and the dancing lights above his head flicker every time he casts. His arms - stretched out in front of him - shake with effort, and his usually perfectly pinned hair has fallen in places. Distantly, in the background of your mind, you let yourself admire him.

The loosing of his next spell, a magic missile that cuts through the chest of the creature closest to him, pulls you from your reverie, and you jump into the fray without thought. The shadow creatures screech and howl at the sting of your blade as they disintegrate around it, and just as one grabs at your arm you feel it's grip loosen as Rolan incinerates it, the heat beating against you.

When the creatures are dispensed and you're surrounded by nothing but their vestiges, you turn back to look at Rolan. He's already looking at you.

There's a long, charged moment where you both stand there staring at each other, panting to regain your breath, and once again you're struck by his beauty. He's shrouded in the cursed gloom, but his bright yellow eyes cut through the twilight. His hair is dishevelled around him, and the loose strands fly around him in the cold breeze. The cantrip above him illuminates him from overhead and casts an intense shadow on all of his features, and it makes his jawline look even sharper.

You take a step towards him, and whatever spell that surrounds the both of you shatters. His face furrows into a scowl.

"Gods damn it all! I can do nothing right - not a damn thing!"

He's shaking, possibly with rage, possibly adrenaline. Possibly with the knowledge that he very nearly met his end.

"Rolan, what are you doing out here?"

You know the answer already, you're not sure why you ask. He answers regardless.

"I was looking for Cal and Lia! What else? Instead I found myself cornered by shadow-fiends and in need of rescue. By you of all bloody people!"

You ignore his remark, "you were trying to help your family, Rolan. You're being too hard on yourself."

His response is muttered under his breath. "Or not hard enough."

You frown, but before you can argue he speaks again. He won't look you in the eyes, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Just... be on your way. I'll return to Last Light. I know when I'm outmatched."

He turns to leave and you reach out without thinking, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back. He looks at you in shock.

"Are you stupid? I'm not letting you go off on your own again. We're going back together."

His responding scoff sounds insulted, "brilliant, so you don't even trust me to walk on my own anymore?"

"That has nothing to do with it." You pause for a moment, hesitating over your words. "I was worried about you, Rolan. I didn't know if I'd be able to find you and-"

"Oh, so you didn't trust me to begin with! How reassuring!"

"Shut up !" His face falls at your outburst, but he doesn't say anything else. "I didn't know if I was going to be able to find you, and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if the last thing I said to you was something horrible. Something I didn't even mean. So, for all the Gods' sake, don't wander off on your own again. Just..." You can feel a blush rising on your face, and you pray he can't see it in the low light of the evening. You drop your eyes to the ground. "Just... Let me look after you. Please?"

He doesn't say anything for a moment, so you look back up at him. His eyes flick back and forth between both of yours, as if searching for something, and finally he sighs.

"Okay."

You let out a breath. "Okay."

He snorts. "Okay."

You can't help snorting back, and shake your head at him in disbelief.

The both of you stand there for another moment, and you suddenly realise that you're still holding onto his wrist. You clear your throat and drop it, nodding decisively.

"Okay." He snorts at you again, but you ignore it. "I'm pretty sure the inn is that way."

He quirks an eyebrow, "pretty sure?"

You respond with an affirming noise and he snorts once more, "well, that's reassuring."

You glare at him. "Well, I'm incredibly sorry." You begin walking and he follows. "I wasn't paying too much attention when I legged it towards the sound of you getting your ass kicked."

He lets out a real laugh at that, which is both surprising and delightful. You can't remember if you've ever heard him actually laugh. It's bright and clear and somewhat musical, and the smile he wears with it suits him much more than his usual scowl.

"Is that what it sounded like? I rather hoped it was more like a remarkable wizard teaching some abominations their place."

It's your turn to snort at him now, "if that makes you feel better."

He chuckles, and you slip into silence as you fall into step beside each other. It's silent for a long while before you speak again.

"I wanted to-"

"I should really-"

You both stop, turning to look at each other, and he laughs.

"Sorry, sorry. Ladies first."

"I wanted to apologise. For the way I spoke to you earlier. That wasn't fair."

He shakes his head, burying his hands in his pockets as he continues walking with you. "Not at all. I was rude to you first, I should be the one apologising."

" Ah , so you admit I was rude?"

He laughs, "well, calling me a useless drunk isn't the nicest thing I've ever heard you say, but I suppose it wasn't entirely undeserved."

You frown, "I'm pretty sure I didn't-"

"Not quite in those words, no, but I rather think that was the gist. Regardless, there's no apology necessary. I've been incredibly unfair to you."

You shrug, and your steps echo in the silence. "Not really."

You can hear the frown in his voice, "Tav, I mean it I-"

He cuts himself off as you come to an abrupt stop.

"Tav?"

You look around and sigh. "Rolan. We've gone in a circle."

"We have?"

"We have."

You can see his confusion, "how can that be possible?"

You sigh deeply. "I don't know. This place is weird, and the fog is too dense. I have no idea where we're going. All I know is that we walked past that tree stump earlier."

There's a long pause before he speaks again.

"So... What now?"

"Honestly?" You sigh again as you look off into the distance, seeing nothing but dense mist. "We can either keep going and hope we find the inn, or we can camp out here until the fog lifts a bit."

He looks scandalised, "camp? Out here ?"

"Well. It wouldn't really be camping. We don't have any supplies. Or a bedroll. Or a tent. It's more like... Sitting down and waiting."

He grimaces. "Sounds delightful."

You shrug, "it's up to you."

When you look at him again, he looks conflicted, but eventually he nods. "Very well, I suppose staying here is better than getting ourselves more lost."

You nod in agreement. "Wise choice."

~~~

It's not like you didn't already know this, but it's becoming increasingly apparent that Rolan is not a patient person.

You managed to find a spot with a rock outcropping that made a good enough shelter. The problem is, for both of you to fit under it, it's a little cramped. But you didn't want either of you sat out in the open where anything could spot you, so you'd reluctantly backed up to the wall and against Rolan's side.

It's a bit maddening, being this close to him. His scent fills your nostrils (he smells like the weave and something musky, like sandalwood), which is incredibly distracting, and up close you notice he's covered in freckles. They cover his cheeks and forehead and climb their way up to his ears. He's also taken his hair down, which is frankly rather rude of him. It looks soft.

What's ruder is the fact that he literally cannot sit still. His legs bounce where they're stretched out in front of him, and every few minutes he adjusts his posture with a loud groan.

When his leg starts bouncing again for the umpteenth time, your hand shoots out and grabs his knee on its own accord to hold it down. He jumps at the contact and whips his head towards you, and the look of alarm he's wearing would be funny if he wasn't driving you insane.

"Rolan. If you don't stop fidgeting, I'll stop you myself."

He frowns. "I can't help it."

You arch an eyebrow, "right, so you want me to hold you down for the rest of the evening? Because I will."

His face flushes and he shakes his head no, so you withdraw your hand. You feel his body relax next to you.

"You may as well try and get some sleep. I can keep watch and wake you up when it's safe to move."

He clears his throat, "that won't be necessary. I'm fine."

You scoff. He's definitely not fine, he's been wiggling around since you both sat down. You tell him as such and the blush rises back to his cheeks.

"I'm not- That's not why I'm-" He sighs "I'm fine ."

"Ah, yes. People who are fine usually writhe around like worms."

He scowls at you, but doesn't say anything. At that moment you feel a shiver rip through you, and his face softens with concern.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself, "I'm fine."

He pulls a face at you and crosses his arms. "Ah, yes. People who are fine usually shake like leaves."

Okay, in fairness, you walked right into that one.

"I'm okay, honestly. I'm just a bit cold."

You hadn't really thought about it when you left the inn, hopped up on adrenaline, but now you're sat here you've begun to realise you're not dressed for the chill. You're wearing a pair of light trousers and an old sweater with holes in the sleeves; the clothes you sleep in. It was fine when you were racing around looking for Rolan and fighting shadow creatures, but now that you're sat still with your back up against rock the cold is seeping into your body.

Rolan looks you up and down a few times, then makes a noise of frustration. "Gods, I'm sorry. I should've thought to- I haven't got enough magic left to cast anything to keep you warm."

"It's fine, I'll manage. Besides, you're like a furnace."

It's true, you can feel the warmth from his body where his arm is pressed up against yours. You've been trying not to think about it, but it's getting harder to focus on anything else.

There's a moment of silence, and a look of hesitation in Rolan's eye, before he lifts the arm that's against you and instead wraps it around your shoulder. You flinch.

"What are you doing?"

He's blushed again. "Well. We- tieflings, that is- we naturally run hotter. And I got you into this predicament, so the least I can do is stop you from catching pneumonia."

You try desperately to think of an argument that stops him pulling you closer, but you come up empty. You're cold and he's warm, and he smells nice and his hair looks soft, and you are a weak, weak woman.

When you don't say anything else, he tentatively stretches his arm back around your shoulder, and places his hand there awkwardly. You pull a face at him.

"That can't be comfortable, your wrist is at an angle."

He shrugs, which makes you sigh. You grab his hand where it rests on your shoulder blade and manoeuvre yourself so that you're resting your head against his chest. You wrap his arm around you and push yourself against him. He freezes.

There's a long moment where you wonder if you've overstepped a boundary, but then he's sinking himself down against the rock so you can better lean on his chest, and pulling you tight against the side of his body. There's a moment of hesitation before you feel him rest his chin on the top of your head.

His scent and warmth wraps around you and you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. His chin on the top of your head is a comforting weight, and being surrounded by him like this feels... intimate. You like it.

"I'm sorry, Tav."

You frown, but don't move. "For what?"

He swallows heavily. "I really was unfair to you. It's not your fault Cal and Lia were taken. You're the only reason any of us made it this far in the first place. I lashed out at you."

You give a small shrug, as much as you can without shaking his arms from around you. There's a moment, and then he's moving anyway, turning to face you and holding both of your shoulders.

"Tav, I mean it. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry."

His eyes are piercing and you struggle to look away despite how intense his gaze is. You shrug again, hoping you don't betray how much his attention affects you. "You were right. I'm not a leader. I just wanted to do what felt right, but I've put people in danger in the process."

He shakes his head, "I wasn't right. The best leaders are the ones who didn't choose it. They're the people everyone follows because they believe in them." One of his hands comes down and grasps yours, and you feel your breath hitch. "People believe in you, Tav. I... I believe in you."

You don't know how to reply to that, so you don't. Another shiver rips its way through your body, and Rolan wraps both of his arms around you and brings your head back to his chest.

"For warmth, of course." He says it softly.

You nod. "Of course." Your voice comes out quiet and breathless, and you feel Rolan shudder minutely.

A voice in the back of your head tells you that you're walking a fragile line, that you're slowly inching your way over it. That once you cross it there's no going back. The warmth of his embrace must be clouding your judgement, though, because you find you don't care.

Rolan's twists his head slightly, and instead of his chin resting in your hair it's his cheek. You feel him rub his face softly into your tresses and it's such an intimate gesture that you feel your heart start beating in your throat. You press your skull up against him tentatively and you hear his breath catch in his chest against your ear.

You adjust your position so that his cheek is pressed against your temple instead. You can feel his breath grazing the tip of your ear, can hear the moment the pace of it staccatos.

It's like a slow dance, the way you both slowly inch towards each other. Your cheek is pressed against his now, and you tilt your head slightly to the side and glance your lips along his cheekbone. You feel his eyes flutter shut as his eyelashes brush against your temple, and you hear his slow exhale.

He turns his head, and you're both face to face. There are only centimetres between you, and his breath passes across your lips.

When he closes the final distance, pressing his lips against yours in nervous, chaste kiss, it feels like the inevitable conclusion that you've been dancing around since you met him. You feel yourself trip and fall over that proverbial line, and as you land squarely on the other side a wall comes up behind you in your mind's eye, preventing you from ever returning to where you were before.

It's only several seconds, but it feels far longer before he pulls away.

He's far enough from you that he can look at you properly, and his eyes scan your face wildly. He's shaking slightly, as if he's terrified of your reaction; as if he hasn't faced cultists and shadow-creatures and come away unscathed.

As you stare at each other, you consider the consequences and implications of this. The complicated predicament you'll be putting yourself in if you entangle your life with his in this way, the unknown and the uncertainties of your life, of your future and potential lack-there-of. You think about his apprenticeship, and the diverging paths you're undoubtedly destined to take. It would almost certainly be a mistake to let yourself slip into whatever this is becoming.

You kiss him anyway.

You feel all of the tension leave his body. He makes a small noise of contentment and you use the slight part of his lips to part your own and deepen the kiss. He makes a very different kind of noise at that, and it runs through your whole body.

You can't resist sliding your tongue into his mouth, and he makes another noise that has your gut wrenching as his arms tighten around you. It turns heated and frantic as you breathe into each other, and when you trail a hand over his cheek and down his neck he shudders and moans.

When you eventually have to pull away for air he chases you, and you can't help but chuckle at him. You see the flush spread over his cheeks and he opens his eyes, clearly embarrassed, but too far gone to say anything about it. His lips are shiny from your spit and his eyes are hooded, and you can't help but lean back in to taste him again. It earns you another low moan from the back of his throat.

He raises a hand to curl into your hair, grabs a handful as he threads his fingers through it, and the noise you make is frankly embarrassing, but it only serves to encourage him. In the next moment, he's dragging you into his lap with your legs straddling his hips, and positioned like this you can kiss him deeper. His other hand grips your hip firmly and you mewl into his mouth, and in response he moans and grinds you down into his clothed length. You run your hands up and down his chest, and one hand wraps around the back of his neck to hold him to you. He keens at the touch.

A loud cracking sound splits through the air.

You both jump away from each other, eyes frantically searching the other to see who hurt what, only to realise the noise is coming from somewhere nearby. Breaking branches. Footsteps.

You leap out of Rolan's lap and crouch next to him, peeking round the edge of the rock wall. You can't see anything, but the noise is getting closer. When you turn to Rolan, his features are hard, and he nods at you decisively as he moves to crouch with you. He comes up beside you, glances out in the direction with the noise. He brings a hand up to clutch your chin, directs it slightly more to the right, and points between a set of trees in the distance.

Whatever he sees, you can't. It's far too dark, and the fog is still a little too thick for you to see through. When you shoot him a confused look, he mouths to you in response.

"Harper."

You frown at that, and quirk an eyebrow questioningly, hoping he can deduce your question: 'Shadow-curse victim?"

He seems to catch your meaning, and he turns back to the tree line, squinting and leaning forward slightly. The movement results in him baring the column of his neck to you, and despite the fact you try, you fail spectacularly at wrenching your eyes away. His skin is smooth and unblemished, in contrast to your own body which you know is covered in a variety of scars and marks. You're overwhelmed by the urge to lean forward and suck a bruise onto his pulse point, which you just barely manage to resist. Not the time .

He turns back to look at you and you flick your eyes up to his in what is unfortunately a very conspicuous manoeuvre. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he juts his chin towards the harper in the treeline and whispers; "I think they're friendly."

You nod at that, turning away to look in the direction of the harper, who you still can't see. You can feel Rolan's eyes on you, and with a bolt of arousal shooting through your body you wonder if he's looking at you the way you looked at him moments ago.

You clear your throat. "Hello? Is someone there?"

Rolan leans in and whispers into your ear, and you feel goosebumps raise over your skin. "They've turned this way, they're making their way over."

"Tav?" The mystery voice calls out from the shadows. "Is that you? Karlach sent me."

You breathe a sigh of relief at the confirmation of the stranger's allegiance, and with a pat on Rolan's shoulder you stand and begin walking to the voice. You try to ignore the fact that Rolan practically clings to your side, and the small blossom of hope that brews in your chest.

"That's me." You can see the harper now, a light skinned dwarf with slicked back brown-auburn hair who you recognise as one of the men that guards the gate of the inn. "She'll have sent you out on a rescue mission, then."

He laughs. "She did indeed. Said the fact the both of you-" he nods towards Rolan "-were gone wasn't a coincidence. Her words were something to the effect of 'if that smarmy idiot has gone off to get himself killed, she's probably followed him.'"

You flush, but don't say anything. There's no real defence you can muster, considering the fact she's pretty much spot on.

Rolan jumps in for you. "Well, I'm thankful for the intervention. I owe Tav my life. We were waiting out the fog, I don't suppose you can guide us back to the inn?"

The harper nods, "certainly can. It's not all that far, but keep your wits about you. The critters out here are feral."

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The first thing Karlach does when the pair of you find her at Last Light is flick you between the eyes.

"You bloody moron! How did I know you'd be off canoodling with this prick, hm?"

You can feel yourself going red, but you puff your chest out defiantly anyway, "I went to help him!"

The gleam in her eyes and smirk on her lips tells you she's been spending far too much time with Astarion, "I'm sure you did! Bet he was real grateful for your 'help', weren't you wizard?"

Rolan scowls, but his cheeks look darker than usual. Instead of saying anything, he storms off.

Karlach laughs, but you feel your stomach sink. He doesn't even look backwards at you. Clearly he's come to his senses, now that he's out of mortal danger, and remembered that he hates your guts.

You sigh, and shake all thoughts of Rolan from your mind. "Go on then, K, tell me what you found."

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mimsynims · 6 months

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Fool For Love

part 7

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

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Author’s Note: I wish I could say that this part wrap things up, but I need at least one (probably two) more before these two get their shit together.

More act 2 spoilers this time!

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mildish?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, minor Karlach/Dammon, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only…now you do.

And you’re not handling it very well.

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You’re at the edge of the camp when a hand curls around your arm, forcing you to stop and turn around.

Astarion.

And he looks angry.

“Were you spying on me?”

Thrown by the accusation, you grapple for words. “What? I– Of course not, why would I–”

“Just because Karlach chose Dammon over you, you don’t get to spoil my fun.”

The strange remark about Karlach is quickly overshadowed by his downright ludicrous allegation. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Astarion carries on as if he didn’t hear you. “You were the one to break things off with me, not the other way around, so you don’t have any say in what or who I do.”

The audacity. “And I wasn’t trying to!”

“Sure, darling, sure.” Sarcasm drips off his words. “That’s why you followed me to the inn.”

“I–” You break off, because, in a way, he’s not wrong. “My intention was to have a drink.”

“If that was true, you wouldn’t have run off when I caught you watching me. Watching us.”

“Astarion, I don’t give a rat’s arse who you sleep with.” The lie slips off your tongue before you can stop it — the alternative is telling him the truth, and right now, that’s not an option. You feel too vulnerable, and honestly, you doubt he’d believe you at this point. “I only left to not make it awkward.”

“Really?” His smile feels vicious, mocking. “Perhaps I should go back to the inn, then.”

The urge to ask him not to is so strong you remain silent until you have yourself under control. “You do that,” you finally press out, “as I said, I don’t care what you do.”

Astarion takes a step closer, searching your face. Your heart is pounding as he scrutinises you; it’s as if he’s determining the validity of your claim. Will he see right through you? A part of you hopes that he will, and as the seconds go by, your determination wavers. Should you risk it?

“Astarion…”

“Fine.” His face hardens. “Have it your way. I’ll see you tomorrow, oh fearless leader.”

With a slight bow, one that feels tinged with scorn rather than respect, he turns around and leaves the same way he came. Towards the inn.

Towards…

“You’re such an idiot, Tav.” You drag a hand across your face. This is the second time he walks away from you, and it hurts just as much as the first time it happened. “Such a fucking idiot.”

If you were tired before, you’re exhausted now.

Perhaps it’s time you take a hint and focus on more important things, like getting these goddamn tadpoles out of your heads.

And maybe by then, things will have worked themselves out. Somehow.

It’s a good thing you’re not expected to be up early the next morning because when dawn comes around, you’ve barely slept at all. Too many thoughts, too many feelings.

You can hear some of the others stir, but you ignore it. And perhaps the comforting background noise of your friends talking and preparing breakfast is exactly what you need to finally relax, because the next thing you know, you fall asleep.

When you wake up, the only ones left in camp are Gale and Shadowheart. And Withers, of course.

“Oooh, look who’s finally awake! Late night for you as well, huh?”

Gale is far too cheery for your taste, but you bite back the snarky comeback because it’s not his fault you feel like shit.

“No, just…”

Shadowheart offers you a sympathetic smile. “Nightmares?”

It’s a convenient lie, so you simply nod, because the truth is far too complicated.

“Where are the rest?” You don’t really want to know, but it’s something you should be asking. So you do.

“Around, somewhere. Haven’t seen Astarion or Karlach, though.”

“Ah. I think I know why.”

So he stayed the night somewhere else, too.

Once you’ve eaten something, you and the rest go back to the inn. Finding Karlach sitting with Dammon is no surprise, but Astarion is nowhere to be found.

No matter, you tell yourself. There are more important things to worry about.

There are a lot of familiar faces to talk to, keeping you busy. So busy you don’t even notice when Astarion joins the rest of you — suddenly he’s just there, in the back. A quick glance lets you know that he looks about as worn-out as you feel, and you can’t help but wonder if he stayed up all night with that person you saw.

Inhaling a deep breath, you tell yourself to focus on the matter at hand, which is listening to Alfira. It seems it’s time for another rescue mission because of course it is. You’re tired and the increasing burden tests your already frayed patience, but Alfira isn’t the one to blame, so you rein yourself in.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a small voice tells you to take a break, but you ignore it.

You visit Isobel last — and it’s lucky that you do. The attack comes from out of nowhere, catching you all off guard. You don’t want to think what would have happened if Isobel was alone.

It’s a tough battle — made even more difficult by the fact that you’re not on top of your game. You’re struggling, and it’s no one’s fault but your own.

You’re fortunate that you and your friends work like a well-oiled machine by now — because you will all be doomed if you fail. It warms your heart to realise that even in the midst of your falling out with Astarion, he doesn’t hesitate to fight back-to-back with you when it comes down to it.

In the end, your side comes out winning, but not without losses. You yourself have several cuts and bruises that will need tending to, but you ignore them in favour of checking on everyone yourself. You may not be the leader of people currently residing at the inn, but your neglect makes you feel responsible either way.

“Tav.”

“What is it, Astarion?”

“Stop it with this good samaritan nonsense and go see a healer, would you? You’re leaving a trail of blood all over this place, and I think they have enough problems as it is without having to clean up after you.”

His usual snark is both annoying and comforting. “Maybe once I’m done.”

“You are done. Now, Tav.”

You have intentionally been refusing to look at him until now, but his tone has you shifting your head to glare at him. It seems someone has patched him up already, as you can see bandages on his lower arm and hand. “Astarion, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I will most definitely tell you what to do when you’re being a stubborn idiot. These people already have a leader.”

You know he’s right, but guilt is eating you up and this is the only way to placate the monster of shame inside you. “That doesn’t matter–”

“Tav.” Halsin and Karlach join Astarion’s side, both giving you a worried look. “That’s enough.”

“Right. Fine.” You may have won the fight, but you feel like a failure, knowing how many lives were lost tonight. “I’ll go and find Shadowheart.”

You have no idea what she sees on your face, but it’s enough to have her hold back any remarks and tend to your many wounds in silence. As you’re coming down from the adrenaline rush, you start to feel weary and disappointed with yourself.

“You should eat something. Rest.”

“Later.” You know she’s right, but you’re too restless still to heed her advice. “I need to, I don’t know.” Rising, you make a vague motion with your hand. “Walk things off first.” What you really need is to fall into someone’s arms and cry, but that’s not on the table.

“At least bring an apple or something,” she concedes. “And make sure to return before nightfall, or I’ll send Astarion after you.”

You open your mouth to object but close it again. That’s the perfect threat right now and you hate that she knows it. “Fine.”

“We just want you to be careful, Tav. We all need each other, you know.”

You sigh. “I know. I promise I won’t be gone long.”

“Good. And for what it’s worth, it wasn’t your fault.”

Wasn’t it, though? You catch Astarion watching you as you leave. He better not follow you.

For everyone’s sake, you need to be alone. Now, and until this whole tadpole situation has been dealt with.

No more distractions.

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djmorn · 4 months

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The Devil You Share a Room With

A/N: This is a shameless presentation of my weakness for bathing scenarios. Includes water sex and all the sloppy joys that come with it.

Alternative title: Bed Bath & Beyond

Summary: Tav got separated from her group in the chaos of the Shadow-cursed Lands. Pressing forward by her lonesome she comes upon Last Light Inn where she hopes to either reunite with her companions or take shelter for the night in one of the rooms. She finds neither, for the last offered lodging has just been taken up by a gentleman of the infernal persuasion. But Raphael is ever willing to strike a bargain.

Among the inn’s guests Tav found not a trace of her friends. Shame. She would have to continue her search on the morrow or await the party’s arrival at Last Light. The latter was probably the wiser option, so why not use the opportunity to take comfort in the tavern’s warmth and a welcome change to her lonely journey?

She approached the proprietor, standing behind a desk and polishing a cup. To her asking for a room Jaheira shook her head. ‘Sorry, all’s full up. We don’t offer much lodging to begin with. One of the rooms is reserved for Isobel, so she can work her magic over this area in peace, and the other one has just been taken up by a gentleman who also arrived here by his lonesome. The best I can offer is a straw bed in the stables.’

Tav was not relishing the thought of sleeping outside, stable or not. The prospect of making camp without the safety of her allies amidst the fog and shadows did not sit well with her. At her troubled face Jaheira offered another solution: ‘Or you could try and talk with the gentleman I mentioned.’ She regarded her from head to toe. ‘A pretty young thing like you asking all nice, who knows? Maybe he will give it up to you. He certainly seems the type.’

Jaheira had pointed her in the direction of the man in question and Tav approached the secluded corner of the inn, but immediately lost all hope once she saw who it was.

‘And whatever would you need a room in this place for?’ she asked, crossing her arms in confrontation.

Raphael looked up at her, visibly amused. ‘Ah, my favourite future client! How good it is to see you, and to walk into my arms without any of your annoying little friends as well. This must be my lucky day.’

Tav only glared at the devil who sat in front of a game of lanceboard, no one to play with in sight. She was still waiting for him to answer her question.

‘Surely you’d understand,’ he said. ‘I’m in as much need of a place to stay and rest my weary bones as you are.’

‘Then why don’t you just snap your fingers and return to your domain?’

Amusement danced around his eyes and lips. ‘I’m on a holiday.’ At her silent disregard of his little quip he continued: ‘The area is full of rich history and plenty of opportunity. In fact it has put me in good enough a mood to reconsider my claim to a room in this charming and cozy retreat of the unfortunate souls wandering about.’

Raphael gestured towards the chair across from him and Tav took seat.

‘Play with me,’ he said. ‘Beat me at a game of lanceboard – fair and truly, and you shall have the place.’

She raised an eyebrow at him. ‘So we are gambling over a room which you don’t actually need? Can’t I just buy it from you?’

‘Oh, come on now. Where would be the fun in that?’

‘Fine.’

The devil ordered drinks for the both of them and they started playing.

Tav looked over the miniature battlefield, at her figures, and then at Raphael’s. She sighed. ‘Well, I guess there goes my hope for a night spent under a roof… Apart from the one in the stables that is. Congratulations, Raphael.’

‘Ah, fear not, my dear. Not many can say to have come so close in beating a devil at lanceboard and besides, I’ve only got a good thousand years of practice to boot.’

‘Then thank you for the enlightening experience,’ she said and finished her drink. ‘I’ll walk the mile of shame towards the cattle.’

‘Not so hasty, little mouse. Not so hasty. There’s still a consolation price for the brave heroine to be had.’ ‘Which is?’

‘Let’s just say I’m willing to accommodate to the humble condition this estate offers and have an inclination to… share my lodging with you.’

He stretched one of his long legs and lightly brushed hers, seemingly by accident. Tav huffed in astonishment. ‘Absolutely not.’

‘Just think on the warmth I could have offered once you try to make yourself comfortable on the straw besides the livestock.’

She stormed outside.

The night did not go well. As if fate would see fit to see her punished for her dealings with the infernal a bitter cold struck the lands, followed by an unsettling thunderstorm to which Tav awoke constantly, her rest not made easier by the bite of the frost and the animals’ racket at the state of the weather. The wooden roof of the stable did little to shelter her from the pouring rain. Finally she grabbed her equipment and made her way back to the inn. Better to sleep somewhere on the floor than outside in this chaos.

There were quite a few guests who had passed out where they sat. Some still chattered quietly with each other, indulging in their drinks and company, only sparing Tav a quick look, then returning to their business. Raphael was not among them. Maybe he had left for good, coming here for the sole purpose of toying with Tav, never meaning to spend the night here at all.

She went up the stairs, ignoring the room she knew to be Isobel’s and approached the door to the one that belonged to the devil. And if he was there after all? Tav might just have to wing it, like she usually did.

Tentatively she knocked. Nothing. Luck was on her side. Relief spread through her entire body, followed by glee at the prospect of spending the rest of the night in a warm and dry room all to herself. With a huge grin on her face Tav entered the room, but the joy on her face froze in place as she saw what awaited inside.

‘I’m sorry, did you hear me say “Come in”?’ Raphael was lounging inside a lavish bathtub in the middle of the room, the place lit by the fires of a heating stove and a few candles loosely spread about.

‘Um, excuse me, I… I’d hoped you might’ve left already.’ Her mind was telling her to make herself scarce, run and not spare the devil and this godsforsaken room another thought, but she found that she could not quite avert her eyes from the scene before her. Raphael had only ever presented himself to her in the most formal attire and to now see him in this state of undress did… things to her body. Things her mind was powerless against.

‘Hoped I might have left,’ he said. ‘How sad to hear. And here I was thinking you might take me up on my kind offer after all.’ He looked her up and down. ‘You sure look like a nice hot bath could do you some good.’

She wanted to decline, like she did earlier tonight. It would be the wise thing to do. But the steam rising from the tub in contrast to her shivering limbs had the logical part of her brain reduced to a quivering lonely tadpole.

‘All right,’ she said. ‘I accept. I will… um, wait until you’re finished.’

‘Oh, that could take hours, my dear,’ the devil sighed. ‘I do so enjoy a long relaxing bath after a hard day’s work, and with no one about to help me wash… Who knows when this will be over?’ He must be joking. ‘I promise to help you in turn.’

Tav stood staring at a smirking Raphael. When she finally found her voice again the words came out weak: ‘You’re asking me to… join you?’ Raphael trailed his finger through the water. ‘This tub is big enough for the both of us I believe, and the water is o so pleasantly warm. Come on, Tav, and let us both indulge in it.’

Abandoning all sense of self-preservation she started stripping, well aware of the devil’s keen gaze on her. She shivered, not from the cold now, but with excitement. The thought of being so close – naked at that – with Raphael intoxicated her more than the hardest liquor ever could.

When she was done undressing she climbed into the tub. Raphael smiled at her while she adjusted her legs, careful not to make contact with his nether region, but it was near impossible to not brush her legs against his. Tav found she hardly wanted to miss the sensation.

The warmth of the water spread through her, drawing a deep sigh from her lips and whilst she inhaled she took notice of a most wonderful scent: A strong whiff of cherries, pepper, and palmarosa. How much of these pleasant sensations, both the smell and temperature, might be conjured up by the devil present, she wondered.

‘There,’ Raphael said. ‘Much better, don’t you think?’

‘Mhmm,’ Tav mumbled as she slowly let her eyes drift shut.

Suddenly they flew open again. Raphael had started to put a piece of soap to work along her left leg, followed by a gentle trailing of his fingers along the skin with his free hand. He halted at her silent protest. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

Hells no. His touch was bliss. Tav shook her head. ‘Please, do go on, if you will.’

He smiled at her. ‘With pleasure.’ And pleasure he gave.

Despite his infernal origin the caresses he administered were heavenly, drawing soft circles around her inner thigh, and moans from her lips. It was pure rapture to her weary body.

‘Don’t stop, Raphael. Please, more…’

‘Oh, you want more, dearest? Why, you’re in luck, for there is more to come.’ And he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her left knee, then moving to the right, and kissing it in turn. How could she ever think to refuse him? The rain outside went on, and now it seemed to Tav like a blessing, for it had sent her here.

Raphael kept on working his washing and gentle strokes on her right leg, his hand on her inner thigh moving ever further and further… Was he–? Two of his long elegant fingers had found their way between her folds, and Tav’s arm shot out to hold onto his. The devil stopped his magic once more and looked at her with his deep brown eyes. ‘More?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ Tav said, nodding.

Raphael started working his fingers inside her once more, and her now aching cunt welcomed them, drawing them nearer and nearer towards her innermost core. She still held onto his arm and Raphael inched closer, putting his other hand atop her knee, the piece of soap now all but forgotten, drifting in the water. He put his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply, hungrily devouring her moans while paying further attention to her clit, adding attentive strokes with his thumb. She could feel his throbbing cock brush against her quivering leg and Tav sneaked her free arm around his neck, burying her hand in his soft curls, and scratching his scalp with her nails while drawing him closer. All she wanted right now was have him be close to her.

Her oncoming orgasm was noticeably rising within her and she moaned Raphael’s name in thanks. But then he stopped.

The devil removed his fingers from her, drawing back to once again lean against his side of the tub. A few hairs were out of place but other than that he looked as immaculate as always. She herself must seem a mess. ‘Why did you stop?’ How dare he leave her in such frustration?

‘I think it’s time you start earning your stay. Don’t you agree?’ She would swipe that damnable smirk from his lips, leave him as much a moaning mess as he did her. Oh, she would do so much more than earn her stay. That her thoughts made her seem no more than a common harlot no longer held any power over her.

Tav moved forward, Raphael handing her the piece of soap and spreading his legs to make room for her. She started working on his chest, letting it glide over the fluff of hair on his body, her other hand paying attention to his side, softly caressing him, briefly wondering if the devil would prefer a firmer touch. A pleased sigh from him told her that her ministrations were just right. While her movements wandered over his stomach towards his bellybutton and below she leaned in to him, planting kisses on his neck and Adam’s apple, trailing them along his jaw and chin as she listened to the sweet sounds coming from him.

As she approached his nether region she changed course though, swiping the soap gently along his right calf, then the left, moving closer and closer just as he had done.

‘Such a tease,’ Raphael said in between moans. ‘I think we’ve both had enough washing now.’ He grabbed her by the flanks and drew her into his lap. Tav smiled, there was no place she’d rather be right now.

He adjusted her position, the tip of his hard cock brushing along her folds. Looking into his eyes there was desire and Tav knew hers reflected the same nature, but she also found hesitation, a silent plea for permission, and so she herself started lowering down, taking him fully, letting Raphael know just how much she wanted this. They moaned their pleasure in unison.

Holding onto his shoulders she rode him, water splashing about, hitting the floor around the tub. Tav didn’t care. It didn’t matter if they made a mess of the room, all she knew was that Raphael was still moaning beneath her, enjoying her movement on his cock, his hands guiding her, his hip arching upwards to find more friction, and that was her entire world right now.

She leaned forward to find his lips again, an action made harder by their mutual rutting. Noses brushed against each other and their kiss was as sloppy as it was passionate.

Raphael started pounding into her, both of them close in reaching their climax. Still finding enough strength in her Tav brushed her fingers over his flush cheek. ‘Oh, sweet Raphael. Tell me, have I earned my stay, fair and truly?’

The affirmation was given in groaning, his cock still hitting her walls in all the right places, and in a wuthering wave of water splashing all around them, Tav and Raphael moaning each others’ names in zealous praising, they both finally found their release.

The pair stayed like that in silence for a minute or two, the only sound in the room their exasperated breathing and the crackling of the fire in the corner. Tav noticed that it had stopped raining.

She laid her head on Raphael’s heaving chest, trailing a finger along his arm now resting on the edge of the tub. There was barely any water left to fully cover their bodies.

Finally they found it in them to move, Raphael gently guiding her out of the bathtub, for the floor around it was drenched in water that had been in the way of their pleasure. The devil snapped his fingers and all was gone along with the tub itself. Tav wrinkled her brow, she should have known that such an expensive looking and enormous piece of furniture was not a part of the inn’s equipment.

Raphael led her towards the bed, throwing the covers over them both and drawing her closer. Tav gladly accepted the invitation.

Before she drifted off to sleep, curled atop the devil she shared a room with, she heard Raphael whispering into her ear: ‘You know, once you reach Baldur’s Gate… I’m afraid there will be plenty of inns and taverns with more than enough rooms to choose from.’

Once again she leaned upwards to plant a kiss upon his lips. ‘I’ll make sure to find yours,’ she said.

In her dream Tav lost a thousand games of lanceboard, and welcomed each and every one of them.

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #my writing #my stuff #i like a good gif where he looks his sleaziest :3 #was waiting about an hour to edit this #my neighbour kept screaming into the phone #this place i swear #didn't want to go over and say anything #like 'hey lady i need to work on my smut over here'

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asmutwriter · 4 months

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Outlaws (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: Managing to get away from your past you stumble across a small town. Inside you meet the acquaintance of Billy the Kid

WORD COUNT: 2761

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: swearing, threat, guns

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

It will not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.

Not been proof read

You start walking along the road. Hearing the steps of horse hooves on the ground. You turn, seeing a gentlemen riding along. A cart being pulled behind. You wave your arm out, causing him to slow down. "You ok miss?" you smile at the older gentlemen.

"I was wondering where you were driving to?"you reach itno a small purse on your waist, pulling out a couple of notes as he talks

"Just a small town a few miles away for work" You hold them out to him.

"Could you drive me there please?". He looks at the small wad of cash, at the gun around your waist, then at your face. Nodingg he scoots over on his cart. You smile, hitching your skirt up slightly as you get onto it.

Making small talk with the man as he drives you both there. You hop down from the cart as you arrive, waving at him before walking around the town. Hands clasped neatly behind your back as you wonder around.

You see a few kids playing. Men outside a bar drinking. Some more men smoking. Woman emptying a bucket of dirty water. Another woman walking with a load of laundry. You watch as a couple of men start to follow the woman with the laundry. You tilt your head slightly. Walking after them slowly, trying to make it obvious you werent following but wanting to be quick enough to prevent anything from happening.

WHen you get down the end you see the men have surrounded her. There were three men in total, one seemed to be the leader. Going over to her and going to stroke her cheek. You watch as she moves away from his touch. His deminear changing to a more aggressive one at the rejection. You speak loudly as you walk confidently.

"There you are!" you go overe to the woman. Linking an arm with hers "I was wondering where you had got to" the men back away slightly, eyeing you up to. You look at them, resting a hand near your waist. Not threatening them but making their eyes aware of the gun hanging from your belt. "Sorry to interfere gentlemen but I need to steal my dear friend from you" you smile at them, walking with the woman. Quickly.

Going out into the public space with her. SHe puts the washing down onto an outside table. "Thank you" she speaks softly

"Will you be ok now?" you ask. She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand. Nodding slightly as you nod and smile, going to walk off again. SHe grabs your wrist, dropping it quickly as you turn to face her again

"Whats youre name?"

"Hope" she nods. Smiling softly at you as she brings her hand up, resting it on her chest lightly before putting her hand back down

"Kathleen". You nod and smile, titling your head slightly

"Its been a pleasure meeting you Kathleen" you go to walk again but she taes a step towards you

"Ive not seen you around here before? Ive been here a while so I recognise the locals"

"I arrived not to long ago. I wont be staying long though, just passing through" she nods

"How long are you staying for?"

"About a week" she nods. Thinking for a moment.

"Why dont you stay with me and my family for the week?"

"Oh no I dont want to interfeir with your life"

"I insist. Goodness knows what wouldve happened if you werent back there. You saved me. Its the least I could do for you".

"So long as you're sure?" she nods and smiles softly at you

"We've got a spare bed. Its not the comfiest but its probably better then the beds the inns round here have" you chuckle slightly and nod

"Thank you ma'am" she smiles at you as you motion at the laundry "let me help you with that" you grab it from where she had popped it. She goes to protest but you shake your head. SHe sighs, looking at you before leading you to where it needs to go.

"I'll be finishing work within the hour if youd like to hang around until then? I could take you back to mine afterwards" you nod. Smiling at her as you go and order a drink from the bar beore sitting at a table.

The hour passes quickly. She walks with you back to her house. It was small but well kept. You look around as she goes over to the kitchen. STarting to prepare some food.

"Who do you live with?"

“My husband and two sons. They should be home soon" you nod. As if on cue the door opens. "Speaking off. These are my sons" you turn, seeing two youn boys walk in. The taller of the two takes off his hat and places it onto the table. He meets your eyes. You smile at him as he glances at the gun still around your waist.

"This is my eldest son Billy and then my youngest Joe". You put your hand out towards the older, a smile still on yur face

"My names Hope" he takes your hand, gently shaking it before dropping it. You could not read the look he was giving you.

"Shes new in town. Arrived this morning. i said that she can stay the week with us". He nods, eyes ramining on yours as he motions his head at your weapon

"Thats a nice gun"

"Thank you. It was a gift from my sister in law". The door opens once again, an older gentlemen walks through the door.

"This is my husband Henry" he shuts the door behind him. His eyes scanning over your body. In a very different way to which the son did. "Henry this is our visitor Hope. Shes our guest for the next week" His eyes coming back up to meet yours as Kathleen continues to speak "Dinner will be soon. Billy darling, could you grab out some plates" he nods. You walk over towards him

"Let me help". He grabs out some plates, handing them to you. You go over and start helping dish out the food onto the individual plates. You then sit around the table, Mr and Mrs Antrim sitting either end. The brothers sat next to each other as you sit oppoite Billy. Kathleen says grace before you all start to eat.

They ask you a few questions. Where have you travlled from? Have you travelled alone? Where are yu heading to? You answer their questions as truthfully as you can. Not wanting to tell them the full truth of why you had to run away from your family.

As the meal finishes and after the plates have been cleared and cleaned Kathleen shows you to your bed for the next few days. You sit onto it. Soon sleep catching up with you from the hectic few days - hell even weeks that youve had.

You wake up in the morning. Getting up and going outside. Resting against the outside of the house as you watch the street. Hearing the door open you turn, seeing Billy walk out. He half smiles at you which you return. Looking back at the people. He walks over to you

"What are you planning on doing toay then Miss?"

"Theres no need for the formalities. Please call me Hope" you smile at him as he leans against the wall next to you "I dont know. I dont really have any plans today. Just wonder around town I guess" he nods. You go to ask him what he was planning just as a blonde haired man appears riding a horse. He smiles at Billy before dismounting. His eyes meeting yours as a soft smiles comes over his face

"Whos your friend?"

"Hope" you answer "and you are?"

"Jesse" he smiles at you before turning his head back to Billy "you still up for some shooting Kid?" he nods, standing up straight you look between the two men

"WHat are you boys shooting?"

"We go down by the field and practice shooting" you nod, standing up straight as Billy goes to untether his horse

"You two have fun" you smile at them as they both mount their horses.

"You have fun to miss" Jesse says at you, snaking his tongue over his lips before riding off. Billy tilting his hat at you before following his friend.

You stay and help at Mrs Antrims home. Helping to do some of the chores around the house whilst herself and her husband are away at work. You end up helping out one of the maids, helping her do the washing or hanging up the clothes. You're in the kitchen, you're cleaning the dishes as shes drying and putting them away.

You hear the fron door open. Looking you see the older son walk in. Smiling at Billy before going to carry on. The woman speaks next to you in Spanish. Not unsual due to her ethnicity. What did surprise you though was when Billy spoke back to her in Spanish. You look at them both, a look of consufion on yoru face. She lets out a soft scoff as Billy smiles at her. Speaking some more in Spanish

"What are you talking about?" you half smile, confusion still in your eyes as you look at the girl. She chuckles, almost a giggle as she grabs the dry plates. Going over and placing them onto the shelf. Turning to Billy he smiles at you.

"She was asking as to why you were staying with us. So I was informing her" you nod

"What did you say?"

"That I dont know why you're in town but you'll be staying with us over the next few days" you nod again. Putting your hand in the sink as you take out the plug. Finsihgint eh dishes as the girl comes over and carries on drying.

"Are you going shooting again tomorrow?" he nods. Placing his hands on his gun belt as you trun to face him, tilting your head slightly as you meet his eyes.

"Yeah. I try and practice everyday"

"Would you be able to take me out to practie?" he chuckles slightly

"Why do you need to shoot?"

"Its a dangerous world we live in. A girl can never be to careful" he nods, smiling as he looks down.

"Yeah I can teach you to shoot" he looks back up at you "you've got your own weapon right?" you nod. "Good" he smiles. His eyes soft as they watch yours "I'm going to go and help ma. Ill see you soon" you nod, watching as he alks off.

You continue helping the girl arond the house. Then helping Kathleen make dinner when she gets back before heading to bed. You wake up early in the morning. Getting up you grab a ribbon. Tying up half of your hair . Two strandes falling either side, framing your face as the rest fall down your back, over your shoulders.

Going into the kitcehn you smile at Kathleen. Who is rushing to get out the house. Late for her shift. You wave goodbye to her as she rushes out the door. Billy comes in, smiling at you. "Good morning" you smile at him "Still up for shooting today?"

"Of course" you answer him. He relaxes his smile as he looks at you. "Will your friend be joining us?" he shakes his head.

"No. No Jesse has other things to do today" he holds your gaze as you nod. Pushing your lips tgether slightly "shall we go then, miss?" you chuckle slightly.

"I told you. Call me Hope" you smile, walking past him as you go to the front door. He follows you, going over to his horse. "How far is it to walk?"

"Do you not have a horse?" you shake your head. He nods slightly. Untethering and then mounting his horse. He holds the reins taught as he hods a hand out towards you. "You can ride with me". You take his hand, letting him help pull you up as you sit behind him. You rest your arms around him, resting over his stomach as he starts his horse in a soft trot.

You get to an empty field. A few fallen trees in the middle of it. He dismounts his horse, holding his hand out towards you as he helps you jump down. Going and tying his horse to a tree. “Lets see the gun you have” he stands about a metre in front of you. You take it out the gun holster, handing it to him. He looks at it, his eyes filling with a gleam as he examines the weapon. “This is a very nice gun” he spins it a couple of times in his hand, taking aim at the tree line. Getting the feel for the weapon. He nods in approval as he hands it back to you. Talking as he sets up the makeshift shooting rink.

"I assume you've shot before?". You shake your head as he looks at you in disbelief "you have one of the nicest guns ive seen yet you've never used it?"

"I dont know what else to tell you" he chuckles, walking back up to you as he motions at the various bottles and cans on the fallen trunk.

"Lets see what we're working with then". You take out your gun. Aiming it. You fire. Missing the targets completely. SOmehow managing to get a tree a ways back. You lower the gun.

"If I say that I was aiming for the tree then does it count?" you look at him. He lets out a soft laugh as he shakes his head. You take in a breath, aiming again. Squeezing the trigger. Once again hitting none of the targets. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of defeat. Causing him to laugh. "I give up. Its impossible" his lips turn slightly.

"Yeah?" you nod. He faces the items. Taking his gun out and taking aim. Shooting six times. Hitting five of the targets. Your mouth drops in awe as you watch. Turning your head to face him, he smirks as he looks at you. Putting his gun back in its holster.

"How the fuck did you do that?"

"Ive been practicing a long time" you scoff slightly

"No kidding" he smiles as a soft chuckle passes his lips

"Come on. Put your gun up". You do. Your body facing towards the items as he comes up behind you. Gently resting his hand over yours as you fee his breath on the shell of your ear. "Look at where your shooting. Take in a breath and aim. Exhale and pull the trigger". You do as he says. Drawing in a long breath, holding it as you aim at the item. Exhaling before pulling the trigger. It doesnt hit the items but itdoes hit the log the items are on.

"Good. Relax some more and aim a bit higher. Then repeat what you did". You take in a breath. Aiming, exhaling, then shooting. Hitting a glass you watch as it shatters. A smile comes over your face as he moves away from you. You turn to face him, grinning at him "Well done" he smiles. "Do you think you can hit the rest of the targets?"

"Just be impressed that I managed to hit one, ok?" he laughs. Watching you as you bring the gun up. Repeating the same four steps as to which he told you to do. Managing to hit two more tagrets. You bite your bottom lip as you try to hold back your glee. Turning to face him you meet his eyes.

"You're improving. Not that you could've gotten worse" you playfully push his shoulder

"SHut up" he chuckles. You reload your ammo before bringing the gun back up. This time managing to hit 4 out of 6. The both of you practice for about an hour. Taking it in turns to shoot. Once youve finished you put your gun away. He helps you get back up onto the horse. Holding onto him as he rides back home.

He jumps off. His hand coming out for you as he dismount. You gently stroke its neck as he ties the horse up "Same time again tomorrow?". He asks. Eyes looking at you as he rubs the horses nose. You nod.

"I look forward to it" you say. Going inside their home.

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novasintheroom · 1 month

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027. Serious

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - first kiss situation :)

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble serious on AO3

The smell hits him first. Over the scent of old cigarette smoke and that ever-present dust of the desert in the inn, he smells something…good. Something that makes his stomach rumble. Vash passes down the short hallways and comes to your shared room. You’re humming on the other side.

He turns the knob, and your humming cuts off. The door opens with a whining creak. You’re turned toward the door as he enters, knife poised for action if the wrong person comes through. Luckily, he’s the right person, and your shoulders relax. “Oh, that didn’t take long,” you greet.

Vash takes in the sight and scents. A portable stovetop – probably rented from the inn – with small pots sits on the dresser. Steam rolls quietly above them. Boiled noodles, cooking meat, tomato sauce and a hint of vegetables. His mouth waters. He closes the door, the lock snicking in place. “Gunsmith was right around the corner and didn’t haggle much.” He shrugs off his coat and nods toward the food. “What’s this?”

You smile and turn back to it. “Dinner! I haven’t gotten to cook in a minute.”

He hums, rubbing his hands together. “Well let’s eat then! I’m starving.”

You grin and turn off the stove.

Moving things around in the room makes a small ‘dining table’ and two rickety chairs to sit in. Dinner is slow and filled with laughter. Chatter. It’s been so long since you two have had a good meal and a safe, comfortable place to lay your heads at the same time. You’re in good spirits.

“Mm,” he hums and takes his last bite, slurping up the noodles and sauce in one go. “That,” he pauses, swallows, then smiles at you, “was the best meal ever.”

You roll your eyes and collect his plate with a laugh. “Whatever, it was just spaghetti.” You walk over to the bathroom sink and start scrubbing off the bits leftover on the plates.

“Then it was the best spaghetti ever! Way better with tomas chunks than worm! Did I ever tell you that story?”

“Ugh, I dunno if I wanna hear it.”

Vash laughs and leans back, stretching his arms out. “Not after we just ate. Got it.”

You continue washing the dishes, piling them on the nearby table. When you turn, you pause.

He’s watching you. His ears go pink, but he doesn’t back down. Not this time.

Your sweet man.

You walk over softly, bare feet brushing the wood. He doesn’t look away. You reach out to take his glasses. Just because. Just as an excuse to touch him somehow. His eyelids flutter ever so slightly when your fingers brush his cheek and lift his eyewear off. Your attention turns to the glasses. Orange, with obvious scratches and a finger smudge. The right side’s wire arm is slightly bent. No doubt all the imperfections would either be minimized or gone by morning. Vash is nothing if not meticulous with the upkeep of his gear. You turn them around and fulfill your months-long desire to put them on. The world turns to browns and muted colors, everything light turning the color of a sunset.

“Does the orange help you or something?” Your nose scrunches, trying to keep the glasses from sliding down your nose. You sit in your chair again, pulling it closer. Your knees brush his.

He laughs and uses a finger to push the glasses up for you. “Sometimes. I see movement better with them on. It keeps other colors from bleeding in.”

You hum, turning around to look at the rest of the room, to wave your hand in front of your eyes. It didn’t seem any different than regular glasses. Maybe it’s a Plant thing. You turn back and smile at him, tilting the glasses to look over the rims. “How do I look? Dangerous?”

Vash rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh. “The only time you look dangerous is when I take food from your plate.”

“When you try to take my food.” You reach out and bop him on the forehead. “You’re gonna lose your other arm if you keep trying.”

He catches your hand before it can pull away. Such a small action, but it sends chills up and down your spine, his stare unfiltered without his glasses. Slowly, he leans forward and kisses the knuckles of your hand. He looks so serious. Is this serious? His ears are bright red.

This goes against the script. This whole night has gone against the routine you have. You’re both supposed to putter around the inn room, he’s supposed to clean his gun, you write in your journal, and eventually you both go to bed. He isn’t supposed to be this close to you. He isn’t supposed to stare at you like that, like there’s hope for something, anything, happening. You’re supposed to shut this down, play it off as a joke, he’s just being silly, and…and…

And you lean forward and kiss him.

It’s so quick. Too quick. There and gone, a girlish peck. You’re already pulling away, desperately embarrassed. What have you done? You’ve just ruined your friendship, that’s what. He’s made it so clear that he’s not interested in any way. You gasp, your stomach churning and shrieking in your body. “I’m sorry!” You gasp, hands fluttering to your lips. He’s staring, wide-eyed. “I’m so sorry, Vash, I – “

He pulls your hands away from your lips and kisses you again.

It’s sweet and slow. Shaky. He smells like dust, his nose presses to your cheek. Vash’s lips are chapped, and yours aren’t much better, but he presses and presses to let you know, I want this, I want it. Only when his glasses slip down your nose again do you separate. You’re breathing hard. He isn’t much better. Isn’t it funny, how a racing heart can leave one so breathless?

You’re scared to open your eyes. Will you see regret? Will you see that constant, solemn sadness he’s so prone to? You peak one eye open.

He, too, is peaking an eye open.

It startles a laugh out of you, and Vash snorts. Suddenly, with this overwhelming giddiness, you lean forward and laugh into his shoulder. His chuckles sound off in your ear, and he’s got both arms around you now, hugging you close.

“So…that’s...this is…okay?” He asks.

You lean back and do the brashest thing you’ve ever done.

You kiss him again.

#vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #writing #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #reader insert #self insert #nova writes #150 bullets #trigun x reader

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lynnlovesthestars · 6 months

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud"

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader (afab for eventual smut) Genre: hurt, comfort. Angst, smut eventually. CW: gore, past trauma, abuse, reference to SA, ptsd, ocd, feeling of inadequacy, fear of rejection, fear of loneliness, anxiety, depression, intrusive thoughts[...] Setting: Act 2. Synopsys: "let's pretend we are not alone"

AN: Hello my stars, I haven't wrote a fanfic in a while, though this is a mix between a fic and a collection of one shots. The story is introspective, as we dwell in the story, our focus will be on two lonely souls that find solace in each other's touch. It will not be an action driven story, but fear not, It wont just be cuddles and kisses! (Though we'll have plenty of that) Anyways i hope you'll enjoy this, and you'll find comfort in it.

I'm also going to open a tag list, in case someone is interested. (if the taglist flops, you didn't see it) I'll link the form here so you can avoid leaving it in the comments if you prefer!

Form.

Playlist.

Masterpost.

Loneliness was a strange feeling, sometimes it sprouted when you least expected it, but it hit you the worst at night. It was a feeling you grew accustomed over time, it coated your days, your food, your eyes. In a way it became your way of knowing you were alive, that deep down that emptiness you felt, something akin to a heart was beating, though lonely.

Everyone could see when loneliness was hitting you the worst, cause in the morning you would be more tired, eyebags would sulk your face and you would be avoidant.

The Last Light Inn was finally in sight as you descended the dark and shadowy path that the group of harpers pointed to. The bright glow of encircling the area was the only sign that could point at your way.

Despite the rough welcome from Jaheira and the harpers, they offered you a few rooms so you could rest while you planned your next moves. Jaheira took it on herself to give you a briefing on all she gathered in the shadowlands, but she could clearly see the dark circles under your eyes, and she knew them very well. The eyebags of a leader that needed rest and a warm soup. Little did she know that whatever you felt inside, it was much more than that. It was the thug you felt in your chest, the yearning for even the smallest touch. The need of closeness, like a body pressed against your skin as you dozed asleep. It was the daydreaming of respite in someone else’s embrace, safe and tucked away, though in that moment you wanted to concentrate more on the situation at hand: looking for the beds, cause for once in the past weeks, you didn’t need to set up camp or gather wood, or even sleep on the floor.

The group was directed towards the hen, where the strange ox from the emerald grove was moo-ing about its food. Jaheira gave you a key that would open a hatch where extra rooms would be tucked away. As you descended down the staircase, a soft light glimmered at the center of the space, where four doors were scattered around the empty communal area. A small kitchen sat on the side, while a fireplace was opposite to it.

Whoever resided here before the darkness hit this place, was probably the owner of the inn and their family. The space was left clean, the harpers kept it in good conditions as they took over the perimeter of the inn.

You dropped your backpack near a door as you took a glimpse of the rooms: all of them had a poster bed that could easily hold two people and a partition to hide a bathing corner.

You opted to divide the rooms with the support of a coin flip. It was nothing against Lae'zel, but when the coin fell and it assigned you to her, you contemplated if you could have set a tent in the middle of the road. Your brain started churning ideas as the rest of the group was knees deep discussing on the beds.

"Oh don't sulk, Astarion" Gale played with the elf as he shoved his elbow in his hip. "I'm not an awful bedmate"

"There's no way, I'm sleeping in the same room with you again" Astarion whined as he turned his head the other way. Then it hit you.

Astarion.

Lae, do you mind sharing a room with Gale?" You asked, lowering your tone.

"Tck, are you trying to bed me and Gale?" She shot you a cold glance as you feing ignorance.

She could think whatever if it meant you wouldn't hear her complaining every night. If you had to share a room with someone, you were oddly more comfortable with the idea of sharing your space with Astarion, and maybe it was for the fact that you were already closer. Feeding him every night meant learning how to share a small space and a closeness you were not willing to share with much people. Then in those nights you couldn’t rest, you’d sit together in front of the fire as you opened up to each other. It was a slow process for both of you, a little at a time you’d feed each other with bits of your hearts. You even mentioned a few times about that loneliness that was always devouring you, though you made sure to sugarcoat it a little, and he was very understanding of the bits you gave him.

You felt that you'd be more at ease with someone that understood loneliness the way you did, someone that wouldn't cross the boundaries unless you allowed him, cause if there was something you liked about him, it was the work he was doing on himself, relearning behaviors he couldn't claim before. Like the meaning of the word 'no', and how to trust, though he still pretended he didn't like anyone.

It was a shield he would put on, so that he couldn't get hurt or worse, rejected. He shared it with you in another sleepless night.

Though elves didn't need to sleep, during meditation something very akin to dreams was happening: your mind would focus on events of the past, over and over again, and you weren’t fond of your past crawling out again unwanted. Nevertheless, you both enjoyed sleep, there was something about those hours of nothingness that it made you breathe.

Your attention was quickly drawn back to the room when Astarion and Gale were still bantering when Lae'zel lost her temper. "I'm done with you" She pulled out her knife menacingly, a good way to keep Gale in check when he would cling.

She pointed the knife towards Astarion first. "Tck, you take your stuff to Tav" She ordered, everyone's eyes were wide as they witnessed how she put them in check. Then she pointed the blade towards Gale, not a second of hesitation in her voice. "You sleep with me. You take the bed, I take the floor." She didn't wait for anyone's opinion, she picked up her belongings and disappeared behind a door.

You could still hear her complaining through the closed door. "Tchk, I don't like beds anyways, they are too soft"

Deep down you appreciated what she did, she understood more than what she gave away, and you would have to thank her one of those nights.

Everyone looked at each other speechless, before taking their turn to leave. It was an odd silence, a rare occurrence in your not so little marry-band.

The room was definitely better than what you could see from a glimpse. It wasn't big, but the bed was big enough to fit you and Astarion comfortably, while the partition was just enough to create a nice bathing corner.

The bed was made with a set of linen sheets, and covered with a thick duvet to fight the cold of the shadow-cursed lands.

You dropped your bag on the right side of the bed before making a beeline to the tub. You spent a solid two weeks only in the underdark, the lack of water to wash you was agony.

You made good use of your magic by filling the tub with it, and keeping it warm. You labeled create bonfire useless a long time ago, when you noticed it was not enough to even roast a goblin, but it worked wonders for baths when you were short on time.

You were quick to discard your clothes and sink in the hot water, the steam coated the mirror in the room, as you allowed the water to caress your body.

Only a few minutes in the water passed by, and you realized how exhausted you were. Your movements were slow as you scrubbed away the dirt and sweat from your skin. You untied your hair, finally relaxing your sore scalp as you took your time massaging in your shampoo.

You wanted to go out for dinner, but when you put on your clean clothes, and tucked yourself under the comforter, that inevitable loneliness started growing thick on your body.

You wrapped your arms around your pillow as for a moment you wanted to disappear. Though you didn't want to move from there, you grabbed a book from your bag, your mage hand opening it and holding it for you as you tried to get distracted.

What was worse than being touch starved and in severe need of affection? Picking up the wrong book.

A fantastical love story between gods. If the book could make Umberlee and Valkur fall in love and find balance then why were you still alone?

You wondered if your parents angered a god when they were younger, and as a curse you ended up being shadowed by the incessant feeling of loneliness.

As Umberlee cradled against Valkur's chest, you couldn't take it anymore. You dispelled the hand, letting the book drop down on the bed, careless if you lost the page you were at.

Your eyes pooled with the familiar salty tears, that night in particular it felt harder to shield yourself from the pain. So before you could fully have control of your body, the warm tears were flowing out like a river.

It was your routine, in a way, to just let everything out at night instead of bottling it up, though the warmth of the comforter was not enough to satiate the warmth you wish hugged your body, yet you still tried your best to imagine it was a warm body that was pressed against yours. A soft hug that was trying to shield you from the outside. A whisper that reminded you it was okay to feel like this. Yet at the end of the day, you simply hid behind the delusion.

You didn't know how long you stayed there, in that fetal position you couldn't help but ball yourself into. Even after you finished all your tears and all that was left of it was the stains on your cheeks and your wet pillow, before Astarion appeared from the door, you were still cradled in that position.

You didn't speak or move, you just sunk a little more under the duvet.

"I noticed you didn't join everyone for dinner." He walked to your side of the bed, you couldn't see him but you could follow his footsteps before feeling his cold hand tap on your shoulder.

"So I brought you some food" His voice was a whisper, as he slowly looked around the room, and then to you. Trying to catch what was going on. Insight check: succeeded.

"I know you are not feeling well, darling." He sat on the side of the bed, his hand gently swiping away a lock of your hair so he could catch a glimpse of your face. "But you need to eat something" This was a side of Astarion which you rarely had the chance to see, it was reserved for those nights where you allowed him to drink from you: the ever so soft touch and a voice that felt raw, more.. intimate. It was something that always made you cry later when you'd be alone, the closest you've been to that kind of physical touch you missed so much.

So many nights you wondered if he would be this soft with everyone he'd bed, until he admitted he didn't know how to be kind, caring, sweet, if not for show, and he wanted to give you some kindness back.

You risked so much for him, including your neck, so he wanted to give you back at least a soft touch before leaving you to sleep, or the closest thing to some affection that he could manage.

So whenever he'd give you even the smallest of touches, you'd bask in it, taking as much as you could even from those small interactions.

His voice shook you from your thoughts again, his thumb swiped away a tear you didn't know you were shedding.

"My darling, what's going on?" You could feel the concern snicker between the honeyed words, trying to coax an answer from your quivering lips.

You wanted to find an excuse, something that would be much more serious than feeling lonely, yet all you said was that last word, a pained croak that escaped your lips.

Your heart clenched tightly as he hesitated just for a moment, wondering how much he could do to help you, without scaring you away.

But then he sat up, he took off the outer layer of his clothes, almost making you wonder if he already brushed your pained confession aside. He quickly reached in his bag for his nightshirt and made his way under the duvet.

He didn’t forget, at all.

With his face to yours he leaned forward, his palm touching your warm cheek as he finally could see you better. You tilted your head, almost silently begging for that innocent touch. Yearning for it.

His thumbs slowly dried your skin, catching the tears that would spill.

You both laid there in silence, you closed your eyes to avoid his stare, which was concentrated in taking in your shivering body.

"I understand," He whispered, almost as if they were hiding from someone. "I feel lonely too, every night" His voice was just like a caress against your ears, though it hid your same pain.

You wanted to say something, but no words would come out. The tadpole in your head squirmed, reminding you of its abilities just for a second.

Astarion didn't hesitate nor forced you out as you probed his mind, and when you were safely tucked in there, you just allowed your thoughts to flow free. Your every emotion spilling like a cup of coffee on the floor, even- accidentally- some of those memories of the loneliest nights where you just wanted to give up.

As soon as you slipped out from his brain, you sunk your head in your pillow, trying to hide those tears that you were starting to hate so much.

You couldn't comprehend what was happening at first, until your warm skin met with Astarion's cold chest. His arms held you close as he waited for you to raise your eyes to his.

He didn't know what he was about to say or do, he just allowed his dead and touch-starved heart to take control.

Your gazes mixed in the middle, the veil that usually covered his emotions was pulled away, exposing his own hurt, his own need for affection, before his words struck you.

It was the occasional broken syllables that caught your ear, the way his mouth twitched and twisted before finishing a sentence, and the way his body would stiffen as he'd almost felt like a plea. It was not just to comfort you that he did whatever he did, it was for him as well.

He needed it just as much as you did.

His words would still echo in your brain whenever he'd caress your cheek.

"Let's pretend just for a few hours that we are okay, that we fell in love. Let's pretend to be vulnerable. I'll be here pretending until you need me to, cause at the end of the day, we both deserve to feel loved, even if only for a split second. Let's pretend we are not alone." It was something between a hopeful proposal and a sad begging, something that reverberated through you like nothing has ever done before. His eyes were barely open as he still held you, you could tell from the way his fingers lingered on your exposed skin that he was taking the most out of this, for the eventuality that you'd move away from your grasp.

Instead you leaned completely against him, your head resting against his chest as you nodded.

His body softened around yours, his legs intertwining with yours as he'd place a kiss on your head.

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aestyl · 9 months

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CW: Your favorite places to kiss him - Xiao version. Soft kisses shared, calling Xiao 'My love', helping Xiao destress after a hard day, GN!Reader, blushy Xiao, slight NSFW towards the end, sexual themes implied, fluff, NOT PROOFREAD

Xiao - Face + Neck kisses

You often take the time to shower Xiao with gentle affection, especially after he has had a rough day of battling his karmic debt. This isn’t an action you take lightly due to the toll it usually takes on the Yaksha’s physical and mental health daily.

Depending on the time of day, Xiao is often spotted resting against the railing that lines the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn, his golden eyes settled on the land as he surveys for any form of danger. He has been gone most of the day ‘doing his duty as a Yaksha’ which meant this was the first time you are even seeing him.

Climbing up the stairs to the balcony, you hesitate for a moment seeing your boyfriend leaning against the railing before whipping out your Kamera to capture this moment. Most people thought of Xiao as a cold man with a heart of steel, but that was simply because he never opens up to anyone like he does with you. As his partner, you get to see all of his different moods including a special softness he harbors only for you.

This was probably the most tranquil moment you have ever caught Xiao in by far and while you stare at him, you can’t help but realize just how your heart is hammering in your chest. Behind the Yaksha the last drops of the dying golden sun light up the clouds in perfect shades of amber, pinks, and blues. It provides the perfect backdrop for a candid photo of your boyfriend.

As if on cue, the stair creaks under your weight catching the attention of the Yaksha and he looks at you over his shoulder just as you snap the photo. Grabbing the picture that slowly slides from the kamera, your eyes wander over just how good your boyfriend looks with a grin on your face. This was definitely a keeper.

“Y/N?” Xiao’s calm voice cuts through the quiet atmosphere, causing your eyes to snap up to his face, smile playing on the corner of your lips as you move up a stair to meet his gaze, lips almost brushing together as you lean close.

“My love.” You hum in return, only now catching the tiredness that lingers in the depths of those golden orbs gazing into your own. “How about we lay down for a while?”

“Adepti have no use for slee-”

“Now, Xiao.”

With a final stubborn look at you, Xiao’s resolve breaks and he is scooping you into his arms bridal style with a soft huffing noise. He might not be proud of how wrapped around your finger he is, but he also refuses to bring it up around you all the same. A flash of emerald blinds your vision for a moment, causing your eyes to squeeze shut and your stomach lurches at the quick motion. When you feel the thump of Xiao’s feet against the wooden floor of your bedroom, you loosen the grip you have around his shoulders, legs feeling like jelly as you wiggle from your boyfriend’s grasp.

Kicking off your shoes, you climb into the bed, but not before giving Xiao a warning look about his as well. The moment that your boyfriend is settled in your shared bed, it comes as no surprise to him as you lean up to begin peppering soft kisses over every inch of his face. This is routine for the both of you, especially after your boyfriend has a particularly hard day defending the area around Wangshu Inn. You cover every available inch of his face, lips, cheeks, and forehead before dipping down to begin trailing those kisses to the soft expanse of his neck.

The moment that your lips come into contact with his throat, Xiao’s lips part as a soft noise between a whine and a moan escapes him. Golden eyes flutter shut as the intensity of the kisses increase from gentle pecks to hot, open-mouthed ones, his head tipping back to give you better access to do as you please. You’ve found that this is the quickest way to distract the Yaksha from the stress of his duties. Your mind flashes with lewd images of Xiao underneath you, his back arched and body littered with purple blossoms. What a lovely memory that was, indeed.

Your mind is snapped from those thoughts as Xiao’s hands begin to move, one threading into the soft locks of your hair while the other grips your hip, hot fingers dipping under the material to linger on your skin. Taking this careful affection as well as the way Xiao’s heart was hammering in his chest to be a good sign, you begin nipping the skin of his throat instead. Unsurprisingly, the action causes Xiao to gasp lightly, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink and his lips part to take in heavier gulps of air.

“Y-Y/N...”

“Shh, I’ve got you, okay? Gonna make you feel good and we can sleep afterward.”

Overall, your favorite place to kiss Xiao was his neck, because it always leads to a night of pleasure followed by a well-rested Yaksha.

#genshin imagines #genshin xiao #genshin impact fanfics #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #genshin fluff #xiao x reader #genshin oneshots

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heeseung-min · 10 months

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Hey! I have an idea you can try out like a drabble or thought or a full fic when the s/o act like they got the sherlock syndrome but they do not and that was their plan to escape but did they escape or not it up to you decide it it just a thought of mine i think you will able to write. i think this idea would suit more on enhypen sunghoon or jay but i think it can also be for txt.

Hi hi thanks for the request🤗 I hope you enjoy this

[21:39]

"If you listen to me, you will never be like this."

"I don't like hurting you. So, you better be good before I killed your sister in front of you."

"You asked for it, y/n."

Those were the words you would hear everytime you cause a trouble. Everytime you try to run from the house, he eventually caught you before you can even go far. Each time that happened, he will punished you badly. Whether it is physical or mental, he will make sure you learn the lesson.

And that's why you decided to stop doing it. Stop trying to find a way. Stop causing a trouble. At first, your sick husband being skeptical thinking that you tried to fool him. However, it's been months you acted like that. You listened to him and being affection towards him and that made him believed that you finally submit to him.

"Y/n, what do you want to eat for dinner?"

"Can we get Chinese foods, Hoonie?"

"Sure, my angel. Come here. We can watch movie while waiting for it to arrive."

"You know, I'm glad that you finally listen."

You stared at Sunghoon who was eating his meal. He gulped the food before talking again.

"I'm happy that you finally understand me."

Your boyfriend looked really happy. His expression reminded you from the first year you guys being in relationship. You wondered how can he changed to this personality.

"I realized you are right. About the world is more dangerous and I could get hurt if I go outside. I'm sorry for not listening to you earlier."

Sunghoon's heart couldn't be more happier when you said that. He watched you smiled fondly at him and continue enjoying your food.

"I will leave and be back before dinner. Do you want me to buy anything?"

"Nope, I'm good. Be safe."

"I will and you be good. Okay?"

"Yes, my love."

Sunghoon kissed you before he went out of the house. You smirked when he finally left the house. You will use this opportunity to run away from him.

Before this when Sunghoon goes out, you will go out from the house and search a way for you to run without easily get caught. Then, you will be back immediately before Sunghoon back to make sure he didn't feel any suspicious. You had planned this for months and now finally you can use the route.

You changed your clothes to more casual so you can move easily since the area you need to go is the forest.

You started your journey with some snacks and water for your energy. The walk was a bit dangerous since there might be some wild animals and you still aren't familiar with the area. You keep walking for hours and rest for few minutes in between before you saw an inn meters away from you. You ran immediately to the place thinking that you finally escape from Sunghoon.

The inn looked empty since you didn't see any cars or travelers around. You walked closer to a young man that just came out from a room. He looked attractive even though his attire just ordinary. His sharp jaw made him more handsome.

"Um, excuse me?"

He turned to you. Looking confusely. Probably because he didn't expect anyone at this time.

"Yeah, how can I help you?"

"Well, I have a problem and I need a ride to town. Can you please send me there?"

"Hmm, I don't have any vehicle that can be used now. How about this, you stay at my inn for a night and tomorrow you can share ride with one of my customers. He often send home essentials every morning so I can ask for him to send you."

Well, it's not really bad even though you hope you can go to the town now. You agreed with his suggestion before following him to your room.

"Can I borrow your phone too?"

"You...don't have a phone?"

"Ye-yeah. It's broken before I came here."

He stared weirdly at you before shrugging. He showed the old phone that was located inside your room.

"You can use that phone."

"But...it looks old."

"So? It still can be used. Don't worry."

You sighed and just went inside. The room is not big but good for staying for a while. You rested your body on the floor. You can't wait to finally out from this place and Sunghoon. You have been waiting for this to happen. Before you completely sleep, you tried to call your sister. You felt awkward using the old phone at first but you got it eventually.

You groaned after the you failed to connect with her few times. You tried to think positive maybe the line here is not really good so that's why it's hard for you to reach her.

You sleep peacefully that night thinking you finally can be free.

You woke up when you felt someone was caressing your hair. Your eyes slowly opened up as you still felt sleepy. You saw someone sitting beside you. You blinked once again before started to see the clear picture.

When you recognized the person was Sunghoon, you shockingly woke up and backed away from him until your back touched the wall.

"Ho-how..."

"You really make me angry, Y/n."

Sunghoon just stared at you. There was no expression showing on his face. But, you knew better that he will not let this matter down just like that. Since you betrayed his trust, you will face harder punishment than before.

"Sunghoon- oh, you finally woke up."

You turned to the inn owner. He looked at you with bright smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't recognize you yesterday. When Sunghoon called and asked me, I finally remember who you are so I called him here."

You wanted to throw up. Panic started to increase and you felt suffocating. You can't move since you were still in daze so Sunghoon pulled you up and brought you out from the room. His hold on you was very tight that you could felt it started to bruise.

"Thanks for taking care of her, Jay."

"You are welcome. Make sure she will not run away this time."

"Oh, I am sure she can't go anywhere anymore."

_____

Sunghoon brought you to the basement. You smell a very strong smell when you entered the place. He didn't say anything from the time both of you were in the car until now and that's really scared you. You rather he shouted at you than being silent.

He stopped moving when both of you reached in front of punchbag. Two punchbags to be exact. You glancing confusely at Sunghoon before watching him took something from a drawer. A knife. He took out a knife and put your hand on the handle.

"I want you to choose between these bags."

"What...what do you mean?"

"Choose Y/n. Don't make me more angry at you."

He left you stood alone between the punchbags and went to sit on the couch near you. You still stood clueless and you looked to Sunghoon demanded details.

"Choose one of the bags and I want you to stab on it."

You didn't like where is this going. This is not how he usually do when he wanted to punish you. Why...why he looked so calm? You didn't like this situation.

"Hoon....I still don't understand."

Sunghoon sighed and decided to go behind you and hugged your body while his hands holding yours at the same time. You can felt his breath behind your ear.

"Let me help you then. Now, choose y/n. Left or right?"

"Hoon, I- I can't do this. You can hit me or do anything like what you used to. Please."

"Choose. I'm serious this time, y/n. Choose."

You were already in sobbing state but your boyfriend ignored it and still waiting for you to speak. You calm yourself down before staring at the punchbags in front of you. Why would he made you do this? Did he asked you to choose what type of punishment you will get? You gulped down your nervous and stated what have you decided.

"The...the right one."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You made a good choice then."

Without saying more, he jerked forward your right hand to stab the punchbag that you chose. However, as you focused more you saw liquid dripping from inside. You dropped the knife when you realized the liquid was blood. When Sunghoon took his hands off, you fell down to the floor with your hands shaking badly. Your boyfriend smirked and whispered to you.

"Should we take a look what's inside, Y/n?"

You wanted to say no but all the courage inside you has gone. You watched Sunghoon took the knife and sliced the punchbag until something or more to someone fell on top of you. You screamed and closed your eyes when the blood hit your face.

"Open your eyes baby. See it."

Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw a pair of very familiar eyes staring at you. You screamed again and threw the body to the floor beside you when you recognized it was your sister. Your dead sister was in front of you right now. You suddenly threw up and felt the tightness on your chest. You crawled to your sister and sat beside her body while holding her head.

"Unnie. Please, wake up. I'm sorry I didn't mean it. Unnie, please. WAKE UP PLEASE AAARGHHH"

You tapped her cheeks few times trying to help regain her concsciousness back. Even though you knew, there was no pulse nor slow breath from her.

"WAKE UP!!! I'm- I'm sorry I didn't mean to do it. I don't want to do this."

You turned to Sunghoon with full of rage. He didn't react and just waited for you to do or say something.

"You...you asshole. How dare you? HOW DARE YOU KILL MY SISTER!!!"

"I killed her? Are you forgot that you were the one who chose it. You made the choice, Y/n. You killed your own sister with your hands"

"NO! I DID NOT! YOU MADE ME KILLED HER."

"Look at your hands now, baby. It's your sister's blood and look at me, it's clean unlike you."

Once again, you started to hyperventilate and started to hit your head and chest trying to get rid of the tightness. You suddenly heard voices talking.

'You killed her'

'You shouldn't betray Sunghoon'

'This is your fault'

'Now suffer the consequence'

"Ahhh stop talking!! I didn't kill her!"

You hit yourself many times to protect yourself from the voices. You screamed and sobbing when it became worse. You moved to Sunghoon while still on your knee and hugged his leg begging for help.

"Make it...make it stop Hoon..I- I can't hold it. Please."

Within few seconds, you passed out after Sunghoon jabbed the needle he was holding on your neck. He called someone to clean the mess and carried you upstairs.

_____

You woke up from the sleep after few hours. You felt like you just had a worst nightmare ever. But then, when you looked on your clothes and hands you realized it's not a dream. The blood stain is still there and you felt like shitty remembering what happened back in the basement.

You sat on the bed quietly until you saw Sunghoon came in with small towel and bowl of water. He didn't say anything and just clean your face and hands from the blood. He also changed your dirty clothes to a new one and sat in front of you after finished doing it.

Both of you didn't talk. You looked down to your fiddling fingers and Sunghoon just stared at you. As like he knew you wanted to say something but you are afraid to do so. At last, you lifted your head and looked at him.

"What...what do you do to my sister?"

Oh, how soft your voice. Sunghoon melted at the sound of it. He caressed your face and leaned closer to you so he can kissed you.

"Bury her, of course. I would not keep corpse in this house, y/n."

It was a dumb question but you somehow really need assurance from Sunghoon that your sister finally not suffering anymore. You hope that he at least bury her at good place.

Sunghoon finally stood up. Before he walked away, he tied a cloth on your mouth and your hands to the bed. Again, you felt confuse with the act. He went to the front bed and facing you. He stared at you or more to your legs.

"You will run away again."

He tapped on your left leg.

"I don't want that to happen."

He tapped on your right leg.

"So, I should prevent you from moving."

You screamed out loud when you felt your bone on the right foot broken. You were trashing on the bed trying to let yourself off from the rope. It hurts so much and you started to cry because of the pain.

"Now, you can't run away anymore."

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Wow, did i wrote that😱😲 i hope you guys enjoy tho😁😁😁

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arisewanekosuki · 8 months

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Traveler's little helper -Extra-: Aether x Fem!Reader [Divine prospect in love]

[ Teyvat , Mondstadt ]

[Archon Quest Chapter III: Act III - Dreams, Emptiness, Deception.]

… -“Ahem, my friend here has some doubts regarding his future. Can we get a fortune reading for him?” said Nahida while borrowing Katheryne’s body. The little girl hummed. -“ Of course, of course. In that case...” her cats meowed, they didn’t seem to like your group. “Oho, it would seem that Harut and Marut are quite wary of you. Perhaps at some time in the past, you have somehow offended the gods?” - “Only mocking the God of Anemo, questioning the Lord of Geo's financial savviness, and brawling with the God of Electro... Do those count?” Paimon replied, you looked at Nahida to see her reaction for what your little friend said. But the Dendro Archon’s expression didn’t changed after hearing this, she probably already knew about it. The little girl looked confused at Paimon, but before she could ask anything, Nahida spoke. -“ Oh, nothing. Aether, go on, pick an aspect for her to divine.” -“Hm… then divine my prospects in love.” You didn’t expect Aether to ask for that, but you’re very curious what Nabiya will say. -“ Love prospects? No problem at all.” The girl concentrated and after a moment said “Hummm... The gods have spoken. The truth shall be revealed. One who is fated to cross your path will appear on…on..oh they already appeared in your life, but it seems they are oblivious to your feelings…And not only that but there…there are so… so many other people fighting for their heart?! How could that be…and this person is-” -“Alright, that’s enough for me to know.” Aether interrupted before the little girl could say who that special someone is. -“Eh? But… I’m curious now! Who are they?” You asked but Aether just ignored you. -“How about her divine prospect in love?” Aether pointed at you with his thumb. Now he is curious what Nabiya will say about you. -“Is it really okay?” you asked and Nahida smiled to you. -“We still have time, so hearing one more won’t be a problem”. Nabiya concentrated again and then -“One who is fated to cross your path will appear on... on... Huh!? So... so many people will fall for you!? How could that be...” she looked at her cats “Harut, Marut, did you two spoil my divinations? I've never read a fortunes so absurd.” The cats looked confused at their owner, meowing at her. -“ Uhh, actually, Paimon thinks this is probably the most accurate fortune-tellings you've ever done...” You looked at Paimon confused. -“I don’t think so? Many people falling for me? That’s impossible!” you said while scratching your head. Paimon only shook her head with ‘are you serious’ look, Aether is not even surprised anymore at your reaction. But this is not bad, for him it means he still have some chances to win your heart. But he wonder how should he approach you with his feelings. At this moment he’s sure that even if he said ‘I love you’ you’ll still think that he means it as platonic. Aether sighed. “This is no time to think about it.” He thought. …

When evening approached, you two decided to call it a day and rest in the inn. You two already shared beds before, and because lately you spent too much mora, you decided to take room with only one bed. You couldn't help but think who is that special person for Aether, turning towards him you asked. -“Are you sleeping?” Aether opened his lovely, golden eyes and looked at you. -“Can’t fall asleep?” -“Yeah…I been wondering…who is that special someone?” he didn’t say anything. After a while he sighed. -“ Wasn't her divination wrong? I don't have anyone special like that.” He lied. This was good opportunity to just say ‘you’ but he knows that you will laugh and say something like ‘be serious!”. He closed eyes, hoping that you will let go of this subject and just go to sleep. The room was quiet, all he could hear was the soft snoring of Paimon, who was lying between you two. -“Is it Ayaka?” you broke the silence. -“No.” -“Hm…Amber?” -“No.” -“Oh! Keqing?” -“No.” -“Then…Ningguang?” -“No, can we go to sleep?” there was another silence, he opened his one eye. You were pouting. ‘Cute’ Aether smiled. -“Don’t tell me…is it a bo-“ -“No! Goodnight.” He turned his back to you. You hugged Paimon and said ‘goodnight’ as well. You were feeling a bit sad that Aether didn’t wanted to tell you something like this. There are many things you don’t know about him, things that he doesn't tell you, things that even this ‘connection’ doesn't let you know about. You fell asleep with the thought… “Is Aether still not trusting me?”. --- Sorry for any mistakes, it's already late but wanted to post it before going to sleep... (。-ω-)zzz

#Genshin Impact x Reader #Aether x Reader #Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact x You #My stuff #Traveler's little helper

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pigeonpeach · 30 days

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My Heart Calls Your Name

Nilou x gn eremite reader part 3

Summary: The week had gone by faster than expected. Now you must depart back to the desert. Although you had spent years in the desert, it doesn’t feel the same

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4 the end

Little warning for alcohol

“Well I was wrong.” Clear Water proudly proclaimed seeing you walking towards her and the rest of the tribe. They turned mildly surprised but hid it quickly. “So. How was your vacation? Just what you needed?” Clear water asked. You nodded.

“It was nice. I’ve learned alot culinary wise.” You said with a smile.

“So you didn’t spend time with that dancer lady?” Your matriarch teased. “Say wheres your mask at?” You searched your bags finding it missing. You must’ve left it with Nilou..

“Oh crap.” You sighed. ClearWater sighed.

“We have extra, here.” Pulling it from one of the bags. You dawned it on, obscuring your vision slightly but still able to see. There was something in your heart. Like a flower stuck in a tiny pot, eager to grow beyond the clay walls. But you knew it was for the best. You would get over it someday.

“You didn’t answer my question little chef, what did you do while you were gone?” The Matriach asked once more.

“Ah, well I helped her theatre group and tried some foods. I have new recipes to try now so I say it was nice.” You answered. She noticed your hesitation.

“You’re okay right?” She asked shooing the rest. They left to probably recount supplies and feed the sumpter beast. But Clear Water still glanced at you occasionally.

“W-why wouldn’t I be?” You asked confused.

“Well You seem disappointed. Like you wanted to stay there.” She answered. You gulped.

“I mostly miss getting to sleep on a mattress mostly.” You dismissed. She seemed unconvinced.

“Hopefully you didn’t soften too much. Its good to see you again.” She patted you on the shoulder, sending you off to held load the sumpter beast’s cargo. Now alone with your thoughts you couldn’t help but feel like every step and movement was harder. The Ribat is familiar, you’ve come here more times than you could count on both hands and toes. This job is what you’ve held for years now with no other change until now. But something felt disheartening to know you may never see Nilou again, her theatre team, the various dads you befriended who were equally enthusiastic with cooking as you. You felt the unrealistic desire to run right back to the city and look for Nilou, profess your love and let that determine your destiny. But its too late now.

“Hey!” Clearwater said catching your attention.

“Oh sorry.” You said facing her.

“Its fine, I was just asking you what the deal with that dancer lady is.” She sighed carrying a bundle of peppers and radishes. You felt confused, your tribe hardly ever brought vegetables. “Oh and I wanted to show you some veggies we got. I figured you must’ve been tired of the meats so I wanted to give you some variety.” You nodded.

“Thanks. And her name is Nilou.”

“Nilou. Oh yeah you told me about her, you spent alot of time with her didn’t you?” She asked casually, adjusting the straps on the Beast. You focused your attentions on scratching behind its head to help it relax, it grumbled in thanks as it leaned closer, giving Clear Water a better chance to reach the one open flap that bothered her.

“Yeah. She was great. She was friends with so many people. Everywhere we went she’d get like discounts and freebies because she knew the owners. Even got me a nice inn room for a reduced price.” You smiled. “I got to try lots of other foods too. Padisarah Pudding was my favorite. Unfortunately those ingredients are harder for us to get and maintain so I won’t be able to cook it.”

“Sounds tasty. What was she like?”

“Lovely.. i-i mean her dancing was lovely. I helped her theatre group and had dinner with them lots, they were all so welcoming and nice. Nilou made sure I never overworked myself though. She even taught me to dance.” You smiled reminiscing.

“Really? So I’m guessing it didn’t work out?” She asked. You paused looking at her directly. You thought about denying it, but at this rate you knew it was true. It seemed like everyone knew anyways, there was no use in denying it.

“I- uh… never told her. I just… didn’t have the courage.” You said quietly. The sumpter beast grumbled wanting more scratches to which you obliged.

“You should’ve. You need too actually.” She said quieter as well. She picked up more bags to slide on-top of the beasts.

“Well I can’t anymore. She couldn’t come to see me off so unless I want to delay our leave I can’t tell her now.” You said.

“Send a letter. If you never tell her then you’ll always be wishing for her. At least if she rejects you then you’ll feel better about your decision here.” She said. She had a point. That idea seemed interesting actually.

“You know.. I’ll do that. Do you have a paper?” You asked. She smiled pulling out some.

“How do you do it?” You asked curiously. Nilou looked up. At you. She was adjusting the straps on her legs when she seemed to get a idea. You met up with her early, maybe too early. There’s no one else in the Theatre here yet, and few people in the area altogether.

“Ooh do you want to learn to dance?” She asked.

“Well maybe not completely.. I’m just a little curious” your posture stiffened.

“Well I could show you.” She smiled, by now you knew she was eager to do so. “I sometimes give lessons to kids, so I assure you I’ll be a good teacher.” You sighed.

“Alright.” You said. Steeping out onto the empty stage. All props were in storage currently. There was minimal people out now, they were more focused on setting their stalls up. You took a deep breath getting closer.

“Alright, lets start with some stretching exercises.” She said. “First lets touch our toes, you don’t have to reach it, just bend down and do your best.” Her voice was encouraging, you felt a little embarrassed in this position, but she was doing it with you, so you felt less silly. It felt strenuous but nice to stretch our your hamstrings. “Then you’re going to cross your arms like this.” She demonstrated by crossed her left arm across her body, pointed straight in the other way, her other harm pressed it closer to her chest. You followed, feeling the stretch, swapping hands as she did. “Alright lets start with something easy.”

Dancing with Nilou felt so natural. You watched her carefully and tried to mimic every step and even bend in her limbs, every turn and even her relaxed but neutral expression.

“You know, your friend isn’t too bad actually.” A sudden voice interrupted, causing you to seize up and almost fall if Nilou hadn’t caught your arm in time. It was just a friend of hers, the costumer for the theatre group.

“I know right. I feel like if we just changed their wardrobe they’d be perfect.” She smiled. You immediately stiffened.

“Eh its not worth it. I’m not that good too perform.” You immediately dismissed. They chuckled.

“Practice makes perfect. Enough time and you might become more admired than miss Nilou.” She teased. You felt a bit saddened.

“Oh well.. I don’t really have that time. I’m only on vacation after all.” You corrected. She seemed a bit embarrassed at that correction.

“Oh right, sorry I forgot. You just fit in so well I forgot you would be leaving soon.” She said. “Oh could you two help carry the costume rack up here? I can’t do it alone.”

“I’ll do it, you can keep practicing Nilou.” You said. Heading down the stairs to the costume rack. Nilou watched from afar. Her smile faded once your gaze was elsewhere.

“You’ve really gotten attached haven’t you?” The woman whispered to her. She nodded.

“I can’t help it. Keep it secret though, I don’t want to make them uncomfortable.” Nilou whispered. While you focused on steadying the rack with another member who came over.

“Tonight was our most successful performance yet!” The manager declared. The troupe applauded and cheered as they had stopped mid wrap up to enjoy the news. You meanwhile observed them, smiling as you were holding the ladder for someone currently. “This calls for celebration! Once we’re done here I’ll cover anyone’s tab at the tavern, just don’t go too crazy.” You felt intrigued. You hadn’t had any liquor or anything since your vacation started. Now might be a nice time to enjoy it. You also were curious to see what Nilou was like drunk.

“Sounds great!”

“Well lets get to work then!” Chatter began as people congratulated each other, Nilou mingling somewhere in the crowd while you helped the lady down.

“You’ve been a good help here. You should visit whenever you get the chance.” She smiled. “Of course if you ever want to retire from your current job then we’d be happy to welcome you aboard!” You were surprised at that. Slightly tempted to.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” You said. After helping her package things up you walked over to Nilou who seemed ecstatic. She had a bunch of flowers in her hands. Bouquets from fans and friends likely.

“Thank you so much for your help. I really can’t thank you enough. You’re heading to the tavern right? Maybe we could go together I hear the foods great I’ll even pay for dinner as thabks-“ she cut herself off as she blushed embarrassed. “Ah sorry! I didn’t mean to say that all so fast. I’d just been rehearsing it in my head for so long.” She sheepishly admitted as she slowed her breath. You felt confused but intrigued.

“I wouldn’t mind that no. How soon will you be heading there?” You asked.

“Soon, i just gotta give these flowers to everyone. Oh heres yours! A gift of gratitude!” She smiled as you took the bouquet. This was the first bouquet you had gotten ever. Genuinely you had never received flowers beforehand. You paused admiring the flowers as she anxiously analyzed your expression. You were lost in thought as you felt your heart swell even more than possible. You never felt this appreciated, this welcomed and this loved. You couldn’t stop the big smile on your face.

“Thank you.. so much Nilou. I-i really an glad I came here.” You stammered. Your reaction calmed her slightly.

“Your welcome. Oh I really should give the others their flowers, then we can head out!” She excitedly said, dashing off. You heard a chuckle from behind. You turned to see the costumer.

“You know, she doesn’t do this normally right?” She asked.

“She doesn’t?” You asked confused. She nodded in confirmation. “Then why would she?”

“Well she probably wanted a excuse to give you a bouquet. But you didn’t hear that from me.” She smiled cheekily as she walked away. You watched Nilou handing out the bouquets, the reactions were indeed a mix of surprise but confusion. This was indeed out of the normal. The idea that she went this far to give you this made you blush. You wished you had your mask on now to hide it.

That night at the tavern had been eventful. You had struggled to hear Nilou properly as she had a softer voice.

“This place is really noisy huh?” She said nervously.

“Do you not come here often?” You asked. “Taverns are always noisy at nights like this.”

“I figured. I guess you’re used to this kind of environment.” She played with her hair, you wondered if she was blushing or if it was just the early signs of drunkenness coming in.

“Definitely. Hopefully a fight doesn’t break out. That’s when things really get loud.” You commented. Another round of wine was passed to your table, the other adults chatting amongst themselves. You noticed none of them tried to chat with Nilou, you wondered if for a second they’d plan that so she could spend time with you. You also noticed nilou tried to mimic your pace at drinking. You really enjoyed the cocktail you had ordered. The sweetness of sunsettias and bitterness of wine was addictive. You felt more at ease. “You know this one time, this couple of eremite dudes got in a huge fight. Well we thought they were fighting, turns out it was a really weird make out session. I guess they were so drunk they forgot about basic decency. Anyways found out later that the other proposed that night. Think they’re still together.” Nilou seemed interested in that story, or she was just staring at your face.

“That’s wild. Do eremites fight alot when drunk?” She asked, her voice a little slurred. You smiled, the tensuon in your body had faded at this point.

“Certainly. We fight for fun sometimes when sober, but that’s like coordinated and not as extreme. You know it has rules like no making the other bleed and no weapons and such. Its just to help the two get stronger. But when they’re drunk its a problem. Friendly spars turn into vicious fights. Its not uncommon for eremites to get banned actually. We have to limit ourselves usually or the bartender may have us kicked out at the first sign of rowdy behavior.” You giggled.

“Wow. I rarely see fights here. Sometimes you see students getting into quarrels but that’s hardly entertaining.”

“Figured, its just a bunch of nerds arguing over formulas I bet.” You chuckled, she laughed along.

“Probably. Have you ever been hit on at a tavern before?” She asked. Even in your relaxed, not too drunk but still inebriated state did you feel surprised.

“Eh not much.” You shrugged. She seemed surprised.

“Really?! But you’re so pretty!” She said, her hands suddenly reaching out to hold your face. You felt your heart jump as she looked right into your eyes. You had never been called pretty before. “Or handsome..or beautiful.. you’re just attractive is what i mean! Like your eyes are so striking, it feels like a crime that you wear a mask to hide them!” She was definitely drunk now. But you knew drunk people were reflections of people’s true feelings and thoughts. That fact only made you even more flushed.

“Y-you think so? No one has ever called me that.” You responded, still not pushing her off of you. You wouldn’t let her go further than that. You weren’t a one night stand kind of person.

“Really? What is wrong with the people you’ve met!” She giggled, moving her hands she scooted closer to you and laid her head on your shoulder. “You’re perfect to me.”

“You think so?” You asked. If you were a dog your tail would be wagging, like a feral wolf that just learned how wonderful it felt to be petted and praised. Its like she was domesticating you, if you were sober you would fear getting too used to her sweet and affectionate personality, but you hardly could even remember what number your refill was at.

“I know so. You have such big muscles! Such a gentle temperament and not to mention how patient and hardworking you are.” She giggled. “Its not just the wine talking too, though I’m sure if it could talk it would agree with me.” You laughed at that joke.

The night had continued with laughter and random face touches and muscles squeezing from Nilou, your hands kept to yourself until you had to walk her home.

“You know the way back to your house right?” You asked, your hand supporting her by her waist as her hand was slung over your shoulders. You noticed a sudden boost of confidence in her eyes.

“Can I sleep at your place? I don’t want you to have to walk home alone afterwards.” She said. “Since you’re drunk too.. i don’t want anyone takin ‘vantage of you.”

“I only have one bed though.” You didn’t really mind, you were just nervous about things progressing from there. You weren’t ready for that and nor did you want it to be while drunk.

“Its okay I’ll sleep on the floor or something.” She smiled. You obliged eventually.

The door swung open as you now carried her, she had been too drunk to make it up the stairs. Holding her bridal style, you carried her to the bed. She giggle while playing with your hair.

“Its sooo soft.. i can’t believe it! How do you keep it so silky and smooth!” She said.

“Just some good ol oils and brushing.” You laid her down, tucking her in as you collected a few pillows and started to make a makeshift bed on the floor, dragging out your sleeping bag from your job and laying it out. “Alright now get to sleep. I’m sure you’ll be plenty of busy tomorrow-WOAH!” You were yanked into bed by a surprising strength coming from the drunken Nilou. The bed was small so she practically climbed ontop of you, laying her head on your chest as she smiled.

“Night night.” And like that she was out. Your face was all red for sure. But you couldn’t help but enjoy it slightly. You weren’t sure why Nilou was so touchy and affectionate. Love seemed like the obvious but least likely in your mind. Deep down, drunk or not, you found it hard to believe someone could love you. But her hands around you, gradually shifting to spooning, her holding you… you let yourself enjoy it knowing it’d likely be the last time you would feel this way.

That night you slept better than any drunken sleeps before.

The night in the desert felt different now. You were on guard as you watched the horizon and distance carefully. Nothing but foxes looking for lizards too hunt. You remembered suddenly how it felt to be held, to be the little spoon. How it felt to be loved and to love. You doubted she’d ever write back. You doubted you could ever show your face now that the letter was sent. You felt your chest tighten. A undoubtable longing inside for her. Your heart called her name, your exposed and scarred skin longed to be held and touched by her, your ears craved to hear her voice, and your eyes wished to see her smile once more. You were in love, how horrible. The sand felt like shards of metal now, the once familiar terrain seemed so bland and empty. But there was comfort in it, the familiarity of it. You wondered how soon you could return to the Ribat, and if you could catch sight of her once more…

But that letter.. you knew in your heart if you she reciprocated then… then what? Would you give up your life you had lived all these years, that you had been so accustomed to and raised for, all for her? Would it be worth it in the end? Would it be a mistake or the best decision in your life?

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angry-trashcan · 9 months

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Why Are You Here?!

I came up with this idea of the chain just kinda... showing up in my living room. How I, and them, would react to this and the strange amount of Zelda merch in my room. I'm challenging others to write something similar! How would you react if they showed up in your living room? Tag me if you do!

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I looked up from my laptop at the loud thud. My eyes rolled, probably just my dog getting into something. I started to call her name when I noticed her laying at the end of the bed. Her own attention pointed to the closed bedroom door. What the fuck.

I pushed my laptop to the side and slowly got off the bed. I heard a voice come from the other side of the door, a deep man’s voice. Who the fuck is in my house?! I reached for my bag and scrambled through it until I found my pepper spray and opened my pocket knife with the other hand. My breathing was heavy as I went towards the door. Putting my ear against it, I listened for a minute.

“What kind of place is this?!” Was that another man?! How many are there?!

“Maybe some kind of weird dungeon? Could be some kind of trick.” Another one. I shuffled back to my bed and dug around for my phone. Fuck that, I’m calling 911.

“Imma look around, see if there’s somethin’ else to this place.” Another deep voice that had a too familiar accent too my own. Good to know at least that one’s a local. The bedroom doorknob turned and I turned back towards it, my dog standing to her feet. The pepper spray stayed in my shaky right hand and knife in my left, blade back just like I’ve always been told.

“Ivy, stay.” I whispered to the dog, hoping that for once in her fucking life she would listen. The door opened and a man stepped through, scraggily hair, face tattoos and a bit taller than myself. I screamed, pressing down on the pepper spray aimed at his face. He screamed next.

I paced the living room, looking at the men who were sitting amongst the couches and kitchen chairs. “No, I just don’t understand any of this.”

“And you think we do?” Legend hissed. He really does have an attitude problem.

“Did I fuckin’ say ya did?!”

“Okay, let’s just try to take a deep breath. Where exactly are we?” Warriors asked, and damn if his jawline wasn’t great in person.

“Texas.” I answer bluntly, my pacing not stopping.

“Okay, where is ‘Texas’?” Four, (bless his short little heart, only comes up to my stomach) put air quotes around the word.

“The United States, North America, South of Canada and North of Mexico.” They looked between each other.

“It seems like we have landed far, far from Hyrule.” Time spoke for the first time, his hand resting on his chin. “This is gonna be a fun one, boys.”

I looked to him, then Twilight next to him on the couch, still pouring milk into his eyes. I grimaced again at the thought of the pepper spray. I guess it’s better than if I had stabbed him. Ivy, my dog, was laying across his feet and licking Wild’s face who sat on the ground.

“We are terribly sorry for the intrusion; we will be leaving here shortly.” Time explained, standing to his feet.

I shook my head, laughing lightly. “Where do you plan to go?”

He seemed confused by that, “What do you mean? To an inn until we find the meaning for us being dropped here.”

“There’s no inns here. The closest hotel would be over thirty miles away.” Not to mention it being over 105 degrees and straight highway to get there. If they would even accept rupees as payment.

Time looked to Warriors, “What do you propose we do?”

“We can find somewhere to camp I would guess. That is all we can do.”

“You can stay here.” Everyone, even Twilight with his bloodshot eyes, looked at me. I suddenly felt the weight of those words. “I- I know there’s not much room but y’all can’t really go anywhere else. And it’s far too hot to camp.”

“We wouldn’t want to be a burden.” Hyrule says from next to me, oh gods his voice sounds like angels.

I shook my head again, “It’s no burden. I was going to start cooking soon for myself so I’ll just…” I looked around the room to the… ten? Men and boys and then to the fridge, “make more.”

“I’ll help!” Wild pipped up. I thanked him before turning to my room.

“Just give me like, five minutes, and I’ll be back out.” Nods came around as I closed the door behind me. My fake smile instantly fell the second my eyes reached the wall above my bed. Three Zelda posters, a Master Sword hung on display, a TOTK figure, art and so much more. What the fuck am I supposed to do with all of this?! Climbing up on my bed I started trying to take down the sword first, that would be the hardest to explain arguably.

“Hey, whatcha doin’?” A younger voice came from behind me. I blew the hair out of my face before looking back, Wind staring at me. My hands were on the sword, trying to take the screws out of the base holding it up.

“Uh…” I froze.

“Is- how do you-“ I jumped off the bed and ran to him, sword falling to the bed in the process.

“Shhh! Don’t say anything! It’s fake! It’s not even sharp!” I reached for the sword with one hand and pulled it up between us, letting him run his hand over it.

“Yeah, but. How do you have this?” His eyes fell behind me to the wall before they widened. “Is that-“ I looked back to where he was looking. To my Wind Waker poster. FUCK. HOW THE FUCK- “That’s so cool!” He screeched, dropping the sword into my hands and rushing to the wall, hands framing his own picture between them. “Damn! I look so cool here!”

“What’s going on in here?” Sky poked his head in, looking between you and Wind.

“Not-“

“Come look at this, Sky! They have a fake Master Sword and a picture of me on the wall! And, is that- is that Sage?!” Sky came into the room, eyes getting wide at the sword in my hands before going to Wind.

“That does look like Sage, huh? Strange.”

“Hey, Bailey? Can you come here for a second?” A voice called from the living room. I groaned internally before putting the sword on the bed, covering it with a blanket. Getting back in the living room and Sage and Wild were taking particular interest in a picture on the wall.

“So, uh, not gonna ask how you have this. But you got the hots for me or something?” Sage’s flat voice threw me off, getting me to shake my head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He pointed at the picture he and Wild were staring at and, oh. It was a fairly large portrait of the art Lucifer, redone to be Sage. My only response was an awkward laugh before I felt a tap on my back. Legend spoke, “Hey, why do you have a snake and lizard in glass cages? Are you some kind of witch or something?”

That somehow caught me even more off guard, “Uh, well yes. But no, not like that-“

“Where does it come from?!” Hyrule was poking the water button on the fridge, water spilling everywhere. “Is it some kind of enchantment?”

“How is the light coming from here without flames? Is the flame inside the glass?” Warriors tapped the light bulb on the fixture over the small table.

“What kind of food is this?” Twilight looked rolled the cosmic brownie over in his hand.

“OKAY!” I yelled out. It caught everyone’s attention. “Imma start cookin’. There’s a small creek just down the hill behind the house, can’t miss it. Why don’t y’all go down there and I’ll cook? Be back in about forty-five minutes.” A few murmurs as they filed out the door. “Thank you!” I called out, closing the door behind it and leaning against it. “Fuck.”

“It’s a lot.” Wild’s voice made me snap my head up.

“I thought you would have gone with them.”

“I told you I would help cook.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Wild.” I looked out the window over the kitchen sink and saw that they had successfully made it to the creek before I stepped outside myself. “I just need a few things from the garden.” I left the door open for him to follow. I quickly picked some peppers and basil and shoved it into my shirt. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he picked one of the peppers and ate it. Those bitches are spicy just like that. How did he not even react? Is he that numb to spice from that damn goron spice?!

I tried to ignore it, putting all of the ingredients on the counter. He closed the door, tying his hair up higher as he came up next to me. Gods he looked so cute like that. They should have given him more hair up options in the game-

“So, what are we making?” He smiled, looking to the collection of food laid out.

“I’m thinking just pasta and some garlic bread. I wasn’t really expecting guests so that’s all I have enough of to make.”

He nodded, “I don’t know how to make either of those things but I bet I can figure it out!”

I laughed, turning on the stove top and letting the fire start boiling a pot of water. “It’s not too hard. When this water starts boiling, pour this box in there.”

He took the box of dried pasta from my hand, nodding. “I think I can do that.”

“I believe in you.”

Dinner cooked quick and Wild ate a few too many of the peppers. So, I had to send him back out to get more as I made the sauce. I noticed the rest of the group coming back up the hill through the window as I started getting plates out. The chain settled around the too-small table and couches as Wild and I handed them their food. They were still laughing about something that had happened on their little outing as they ate. I stood quietly, starting to eat my own when Twilight patted his own chair at the table.

“It’s only fair ya get a seat at ya own table. You did cook the food.” He laughed.

I shook my head, “Nah, it’s alright, really. Y’all are guests.”

He rolled his eyes, coming and taking my plate from my hands and putting it on the table. “Sit down. You ain’t sat down since we got here.”

I rolled my own eyes back, but sat down. “You’re more persistent than a bobcat, I swear.”

“Well, I wouldn’t hafta be if you weren’t as stubborn as a goat in the summer.”

Four looked to Legend next to him, mouth full of bread, “Do you have any idea what they’re saying?” He whispered.

“Not a damn clue.”

With dishes in the sink for a future me problem and sleeping arrangements situated I went to my room, calling Ivy in with me. I explained how to the toilet works before closing the door, taking a deep breath. A cough behind me pulled me from thoughts. Can I get a moment of peace? I turned to see Sage, standing next to the air mattress in the room. How could I forget one of them had to sleep in here?

“I know, I’m ‘bout to turn out the light and we can get to sleep.” I walked towards my own bed, pushing the still hidden sword further into the blankets.

“It’s not that. I’m just wondering why you have writing about us on that screen thing there.”

What.

“What are you talking about?”

“That thing right there on the bed.” He pointed to my still very open laptop, which had been plugged in. And open on Linked Universe fanfic I had been writing. How can he even read that?!

“I-“ I looked to him, then to the laptop, then back to him. “How can you read that?” Let’s just ask.

“Don’t worry. It seems like I’m the only one who can read your language for some reason. It’s kinda comical. I’m still very confused. But it’s somewhat endearing.” He sat on the air mattress, looking down at it under him when it moved more than he expected.

“Well, I’m glad you think so. Please don’t tell the others.” I sat on my own bed, hands folding in my lap.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, they’d probably freak and ask more questions. I’m okay with leaving it be.”

“Thank you, Sage. I appreciate that.” I smiled lightly. “I am, however, going to sleep. My ten favorite video game characters coming to life and showing up in my house was a lot for one day.” I laid back against my pillows, turning off the lamp in the process. Darkness fell over the room. I heard him shuffling into his air mattress before silence fell. I almost thought he was asleep when he spoke.

“So, you do have the hots for me?”

“GOODNIGHT.”

(NEXT)

#this is just crack #but it sO FUN #linked universe #lu #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #linked universe fanfic #lu sky #lu time #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wind #lu sage #lu four

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A/n: more Haytham brainrot and somewhat of a possible part 2 to this oneshot. I say that loosely because it implies that it's set after the first one.

Summary: You and the Grand Master seem to have a lot in common - one example is getting stranded out in the snow with no means of transport back to an inn, only this time Haytham has taken a pretty bad injury to his side.

The both of you never made it back in time. The others were probably worried, wondering where the two of you had gotten lost.

Little did they know of how much of a predicament you were in.

A pained grunt falls from Haytham's lips as he clutches his side. It's a bullet wound but he appears lucky enough for it to barely graze any of his vital organs. Still, you swing his arm around your shoulders, ushering his body to lean against yours.

"Come, sir. Lean into me," you urge, sliding your arm around to his uninjured side. His breathing is deep and heavy, every inhale worsening the pain of the wound.

"You know," Haytham starts as you both trudge through the thick blankets of snow, his face contorting into discomfort. "I really thought that you might have left me behind to the assassins."

"What...? Well, why in the hell would you think that?" You pant slightly as you heave him across the field.

There's something about your confusion that tickles amusement out of Haytham. Perhaps he thought that the bickering the two of you shared was a mask to hide your secret hatred for him - that you would leave him for dead so you could spin a story to the others of his tragedy and make it out like you were trying to save him.

He wasn't sure why he thought that, though. Maybe it was the way you were so blunt and showed a sort of irritation towards him. You laughed along with Shay, drank rounds and rounds of ale and hollered with the others. But for the Grand Master, it felt like the two of you were strangers. Or perhaps enemies?

He couldn't tell.

"I had," He stops, takes a moment to breathe and then continues, "I had a sneaking suspicion that you hated me."

You could only snort in reply as you kept him on his feet.

"Because I call you names? Treat you like shit instead of my boss?"

You pretty much nearly stumble and view him with surprise as he mutters a quiet 'yes'. Never would you have thought that your Grand Master would be bothered by the way you treat him. It was just playful banter on your part but guilt begins to form in your gut after hearing him admit it. Suddenly your eyes and grip soften, you hold him like a fragile doll.

A cave comes into view - a good distraction and place to rest, you think inwardly and rush towards it.

You gently set him down inside and get a fire going.

"I had no idea." You say after awhile, stoking the flames. When the warmth starts to lick at your feet and highlight your face, you move to where Haytham is and urge his cape, coat and shirt off to check his wound. He hisses as you graze it, smearing the blood on your fingertips. "Sorry."

You reach into your pocket, pulling out some supplies that aren't ideal to use but you work with what you have.

"I didn't think it would bother you so much, considering I'm just playing around most of the time...but to be clear, I don't hate you."

His teeth grit together, nails digging into his palms by his sides as you dab around the wound.

"Well, what a relief, although to say that it bothered me would be quite dramatic."

Rolling your eyes, you start stitching the skin back together. He groans softly when you finish, dabbing away more of the blood before throwing his shirt at his bare chest. It's choppy work you've done but it will have to do for now.

"That should do. Don't come at me for my shit sewing skills 'cause that's as good as it's gonna get."

Haytham chuckles quietly, a low and pleasant hum in his throat - a light heat creeps onto your cheeks at the sound.

"So if you don't hate me, what is it that you think of me?"

The question throws you off so much so that you actually reel your head back to look at him. It's suffocating, the way he watches you curiously, how his gaze of grey inspects your softening features. Suddenly you feel confronted.

"I...I don't know."

You turn to stoke the flames of the burning fire some more and tuck your knees to your chest, purposely avoiding his eyes. You don't like how you feel small and open beneath him, but you can't help but feel warm by his sudden interest.

"I think you do know."

Tender fingers turn your face towards him by your chin. The rough pad of his thumb stroking beneath your lip feels divine and you crave more. His mouth on yours, your grip tight and desperate on his shoulders as he holds you to him, the both of you drowning in each other's embrace...

Your thoughts have never gone so wild and out of control like this before but he's so good at stirring around your desires that you lean into him a little.

"I think you may even feel something for me. Something..." his lips are by your ear in an instant, fingers slowly tucking your hair behind as his throat produces the deepest purr, "Intimate."

You shiver, unsure of what to do but as you open your mouth to form a reply, his face appears so close to yours, warm breath hitting your skin. Watching, waiting, asking for a sign from you that will allow him to continue.

Your answer is direct - leaning forward to kiss him as your palm finds his cheek and then gradually lowers to skate along his nape, encouraging him closer. He smells the perfume on your wrists, the sickly sweet scent you dabbed on in the morning, now faint and fading yet still so stimulating and powerful. Powerful enough anyway to gather you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist while you find yours winding around his neck instinctively.

You don't know if he forgot about his injury or if he's simply enjoying the kiss but he groans lowly into your mouth, delighting in the way you hold onto him and let loose a whimper of your own.

As the two of you withdraw, your eyes linger on his swollen lips, red and parted and his dilated pupils. He's the vision of perfection, shadows casted by the flames dance on his sharp features and illuminate his irises and cheekbones. There's so much to think about in this moment but all you can find yourself doing is gently resting your head on his shoulder.

It will be awhile yet until you reach civilisation so you might as well take your time.

#haytham kenway #haytham kenway x reader #assassin's creed iii #assassin's creed

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A Shadow’s Tale — Chapter Five

Azriel x Pirate Female!Reader

CHAPTER FIVE

Word Count: +4,100

a/n: Gosh I'm terrible at keeping up with posting, I'm really sorry! I'll try not to take this long again! But a very steamy chapter is here, so enjoy! <3

Warnings: NSFW, Minor DNI, +18, mentions of scars, shadow play

You hated lies, and you never meant to deceive. The truth was a bitch and you weren’t sure if it was best known or kept locked away.

But hearing Azriel’s words broke something within yourself you weren’t sure would ever heal. You heard his roar in the skies but you walked out of the town house and walked home. You quickly realized your mistake as you took in the tall building and the mocking 10,000 steps.

You scoffed at yourself and turned around walking into town. Soon you reached a bar and walked in taking a seat and ordering a drink. You drank it quickly feeling the burn on your throat from the alcohol and ordered another one sipping on it.

“I didn’t peg you for a drinker.” You turn toward the soft masculine voice and took in his familiar red hair. He had a few tiny braids that held his hair back on his left side while the rest cascaded over his right shoulder. His golden eye assessing you without so much of a head motion. He sported a small smile and you mimicked.

“I didn’t peg you for small talk…” You murmured.

“Lucien.” He said and you nodded. “I don’t think we ever got properly introduced.” He reached out his hands over the counter and you looked at it taking it slowly.

“What does a member of the autumn court does on the Night Court?”

“It’s complicated, what about you?” He grinned, “a pirate?”

“It’s complicated,” you grinned back nursing your drink.

“Fair,” He looked down on his drink pressing his thumb on the rim and you followed the movement “They don’t really make it easy for us estranged uh?”

You chuckled softly, “Certainly not,” You took a deep breath “But tell me, what keeps you here?”

“My mate,” he said softly and you heard the sadness in his voice.

“Oh…” you exclaimed surprised, “Did she…”

“No, she’s alive” He dismissed your dark thoughts, “Just in love with someone else…”

“Oh…” You looked away from his face taking a deep breath, “I guess we’re both on the same boat then…”

He looked at you frowning, “You have a mate?”

“No… At least not that I know of… It’s just… This male I got sort of close to…” you shook your head chuckling, “I thought he was different, but I think I was just choosing to ignore what was right in front of me...”

“I see…” He mumbled, “He’s a jerk.” You raised your brows at him questioning, “You seem like a good person, whoever that male is… He’s probably not worth it.”

“Did she ever accept the bond?” You asked after a few minutes of silence.

“No… I also never forced it, I guess the reason I’m still here is because I hope someday she will feel the way I do for her but… I think her judgment is too clouded for that…”

“She sounds like a jerk,” he looked at you, the corners of his mouth turning up slowly. “You know, you are a great guy and all that.” You winked making him laugh throwing his head back and you joined.

—

You ended up meeting with Bonnie at the inn your crew was staying at. Lucien had left for his apartment in the city after hugging you goodbye and wishing you good luck. You shared a bed with Bonnie and snuggled just like you had done so many times before when you were younger.

“Are you ready for this?” She asked while you finished tying up your boots.

“I don’t think I will ever be ready, but I guess I don’t really have a choice now, do I?” Bonnie put her hands on your shoulders making you look at her.

“You will always have a choice.”

“They need this to win the war, and I…” You took a deep breath shaking your head.

“I know, but don’t let your business with the spymaster mess up your plans for Hybern.”

“I want him dead.”

“He will die.” Bonnie reassured you and you only nodded.

Soon you, Bonnie and Sebastian were making your way to your ship. You told the rest of the crew to stay back. Rhysand might or might not know about your magic yet but you still wanted to show no threat.

As soon as you arrived you saw Cassian, Rhysand, Feyre, Nesta and Amren waiting. No Azriel. And that fact made your heart ache a little more.

You had spent most of the night awake thinking about what you had heard. The way his voice dropped with venom and hatred when he spoke about you.

You had only caught part of the conversation when they started talking about you. But it had been enough to understand his feelings for you. Lust was all he had ever felt. Nothing else. Just another female who almost fell for his charm.

“Shall we?” Rhysand nodded to you and you nodded back slightly.

You walked in front with your friends as you stepped on the little boat that would drive you to your ship. Cassian, Rhysand and Feyre had flown in while Sebastian roamed the boat. Nesta had told them she would travel with you instead of flying and you gave her an appreciative nod.

When you reached the side of the ship. Sebastian went up the side ladder rope first and then Bonnie, you helped Nesta before you went up after her.

“Guide us,” Rhysand spoke simply and you approached him.

“Before I take you to it… I wanted to say something” He only nodded, a silent permission to keep going, “I wanted to say thank you… I know I kind of came uninvited into your lives and haven’t been the most… grateful”

“Is that all?” Rhysand voice sounded colder than usual and you nodded finally guiding them in to your cabin.

You took the key that was in a chain around your neck and walked towards a cupboard at the end of the room. You could feel their eyes on your back. It opened with a click and you took a shuddering breath opening it wide. You felt it’s magic straight away. The dark power that coated the troves. Bonnie and Sebastian came closer and helped you taking them out: a sword, an harp and a mask.

You handed them to Cassian, Rhysand and Nesta. You turned towards the cupboard again and used another key to open a tiny compartment in the back. You took out a book that made the magic running through your veins hum in response.

Taking a deep breath you turned around and handed it over to Feyre who looked at it in confusion.

“What is this?”

“It’s how my father learned about magic while in Hybern… More specifically how to take our magic back.” There was no surprise in Rhysand’s face to the mention of your magic. He knew. Of course he did.

Feyre however seemed like the only one who was surprised by this news.

“Your magic? What…” she took a look at her mate, “you knew?”

“Why tell us now? Why not sooner?” He asked, deliberately ignoring her question and I frowned at him.

“I wasn’t sure… It’s not natural, what they did to me,” you spoke fighting your emotions, “I hate who I became because of it, I didn’t want this”

“You came here wanting an alliance and then you lied,” He scoffed, “You said you weren’t sure you could trust us and yet… You were the one hiding things from us. Tell me now… how can I trust you?”

You shook your head, “The troves… the book, I… I’m giving it to you…”

“And they will be very useful, but you need to go.” He said firmly.

“Rhys…” Feyre gasped.

“You promised!” You said pointing a finger in his direction, he waved a hand making the troves vanish. You breaths became faster.

“You also promised not to double cross me. I guess we both broke our words.”

“Rhysand you can’t be serious.” Nesta spoke, arms crossed over her chest. “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m not discussing this with you, Nesta.” Rhysand bit off gaining a low growl from Cassian which he ignored. “We are leaving now,” he turned to you, “I want you all gone off my city by tomorrow morning.”

You were too stunned to speak. You could feel Rhysand’s dark power encasing your ship and then gone as he winnowed himself and the rest of them away.

“I can’t believe he did that…” Bonnie broke the silence and you fell to your knees, hands on your face as you let the tears fall for a while.

“I’ll go get our things back!” Sebastian spoke angrily and you held his arm.

“No.” You simply said taking a seat by your desk, he stormed out pacing on the deck.

A few minutes and a lot of tears later you got up wiping your eyes with the back of you hand. “Where are you going?” Sebastian spoke.

“There’s someone I need to find before we leave.” You spoke firmly and left the ship.

—

You ventured yourself through the forest, your pace was fast and you kept replaying in your head the words you wanted to tell him. You weren’t sure where you were headed but something was pulling you in that direction so you followed your gut.

The sun was almost setting when you finally found him. Perched on a rock with the hems of his pants pulled up and his bare feet in the freezing cold water of the river. Azriel’s back was on you, his shadows looked almost frantic surrounding him that you could’ve sworn you had heard them whispering incoherencies.

You took some deep breaths before approaching him. You sat by him, he didn’t move or flinch or looked in your direction. He knew you were coming. His eyes were fixed on the running water that splashed his feet. His breathing was calm and steady. The anger you had sensed the day before no where to be seen.

“You hate me.” You broke the silence.

“I don’t hate you.” His voice was raspy like he hadn’t spoken in a while, he cleared his throat “I could never hate you.”

“I heard what you said, how you truly feel about me.” He said nothing so you continued, “I’m leaving… Tomorrow morning.” His head snapped in your direction, his brows furrowed.

“Why?”

“Rhysand has the troves… He doesn’t need me anymore… I was,” you chuckled sadly, “dismissed.”

“What… No, you probably misheard him… He said he wouldn’t.” He was shaking his head.

“He made it very clear… I guess I should’ve guarded my heart better,” you finally looked him in the eyes, “I trusted too easily, and all I got was heartbreak.” He did not speak, you took in his silence nodding. “I just wanted to say goodbye… I’m not sure why, but I actually liked you Shadowsinger…” you closed your eyes inhaling the cold air, “but even I am not stupid enough to try to claim an already claimed prize.”

“What are you talking about?” He whispered and you just shook your head getting up and heading out the forest not turning back.

Before you could leave the clearing you felt his hands on your arms holding you in place. His shadows swimming around you. Your breathing became shallow.

“Don’t go…” He whispered in your ear making goosebumps rise in your arms. His mint and cherry scent overwhelming your senses. You closed your eyes trying to calm your racing heart. “Please.” He whispered again kissing the crook of your exposed neck. He was so close you could feel his body heat.

“We can’t do this…” You turned around resting your forehead and hands on his chest. His heart was beating just as fast as yours. “You’re spoken for…”

“I’m not—“ you looked him in the eyes.

“You’re going to tell me you don’t love her?”

“Who are you—“

“Elain,” you whispered quickly looking away and felt his posture become rigid under your hands, “Azriel… I don’t know what you two have, but I don’t want in on that mess…” He was very silent and still.

“What do you know about it?” His voice was suddenly low and cold. Nothing like the Azriel who had just been kissing your neck. His hands slid off your arms, the only point of contact was your hands still on his chest.

“You love her.” He stepped back suddenly making you stumble back as well.

“I don’t…”

“Don’t do it Az.” Your jaw was clenched and you pointed a finger at him. “Don’t lie to my face like that.”

“She has a mate.” You dropped your hand to your side. Your mouth gaped with realization.

“Lucien…” You whispered looking around shaking your head. “You… Elain…” You took some steps back to create distance between you two and putting your hand to your forehead.

“I know how it looks and sounds,” He talked low and you looked at him wide eyed.

“Who is your mate Azriel?” You asked him suddenly and he gapped at you. He shook his head. “Who. Is. Your. Mate?”

“I don’t know.” He was looking at his feet now, his hands on fists on his side. He didn’t look at you as he spoke. “I thought… Maybe the mother was wrong, three sisters and three brothers… But she is not mine, for all I know I don’t even have a mate. We would’ve crossed paths by now.” He looked at you now, “I thought…” he sucked in a shaky breath, he stepped closer. “I thought you were my mate when we first met on your ship… it had made sense for me, but… there’s nothing, no light, no thread, no bond… “

“So what? You were trying to take me to bed to prove that I wasn’t your mate?” You stayed a few feet away from him, “And where does Elain stand in all this? Did she know?”

“She suspected after that night… But no, I never told anyone.”

“Rhys?”

“He doesn’t want me involved with you for political reasons and also…”

“Because of my magic.”

“Yes… We don’t know what you are still, we don’t understand.”

“I showed you what I am…”

“I know, but…”

“And does it even matter?”

“What?”

“The bond… what would’ve happen if you were in fact my mate? Rhys would just order you not to be? Because he doesn’t like it? Like me?”

“It’s not like that…”

“Please enlighten me.”

“If you were my mate,” He paused putting a hand to his face and moving it to his hair pushing it back. “If you were mine, no one would have anything to do with it.”

“But I’m not…”

“You’re not…”

“Then why are you trying to kiss me Azriel?” You stepped closer and he mimicked you.

“Because you vex me,” Another step forward, “Because when you’re near I feel rage, and lust,” another step, his forehead on yours, his eyes were slits, “I have no self control when you laugh or when you talk or when you lose your breath when I’m close.” His arm wrapped around your waist making your body flush to his. “I wanna kiss you, since that day in the dungeons.” He licked his lips, you could feel his hot breath on your face, “I wanted to kiss you since you first looked me in the eyes, seeing the worst of me and my power and you didn’t coward,” His lips brushed yours very lightly now, “I wanted to shut your wicked little mouth, and even whip you because I knew that day that you’d enjoy it.” A little whimper left your mouth and not even a second later his mouth was on yours. An hunger you’ve never felt before. You wrapped your arms on his neck using your nails to scratch the nape pulling him closer to you. A clash of teeth and tongue, you let our soft moans and you could hear his own soft growls.

He wanted you, mating bond or not.

And Gods you wanted him. So badly.

“I want you,” He whispered when you both stopped for oxygen.

“I want you… too” you said in between breaths.

“Come with me,” He was looking you in the eyes, pleading and your nod of approval was enough for him to take you from the ground wrapping your legs around his waist. His shadows wrapped around the both of you and you stopped feeling the breeze of the forest or the scent of pine. Instead you were suddenly in a dark room. His room, you quickly realized as you took in your surroundings. There wasn’t a lot of decoration but it was very him. A few books scattered by the side table and the king size bed neatly made.

“Where are we?” You asked as he put you down although you could’ve guessed.

“My apartment,” he explained and you nodded looking from the bed to him, suddenly nervous. “We don’t have to,” he reassured you taking your face in his hands.

“I want to.” You looked him in the eyes and then he was kissing you again, gentler this time, slower. He wrapped his tongue in yours in a slow and torturous dance as he walked you back towards the bed. The back of your knees soon hit it and he started kissing your neck while undoing your shirt, slowly sliding it off of you, first your shoulder, that he kissed once naked, followed by your breasts, which were still covered with your white laced bralette, he hummed in appreciation and kissed each nipple, now hardened, on top of the fabric making your moan softly. You put your hands in his hair as he kept descending. Kissing your belly and each of your scars murmuring praises as he did so. He ended up on his knees as he started taking first your boots off then your pants leaving your underwear on.

He looked up through his lashes and you parted your lips at the beauty of this man on his knees for you. He gave you a smirk, clearly smelling your arousal mixed with his own. Your hands still played with his hair as he put his nose on top of your panties and sniffed.

“Perfect,” He murmured and you bit your bottom lip holding in a moan.

It took him only a fast movement to be on his feet and throwing you on his bed making you yelp. You were on your elbows as he made a show of taking his leathers off showing off his muscles and tattoos. Your eyes traced each rippled muscle and each swirl as if you could devour it. His shadows were still there, more frantic than you’ve ever seen them and you stared in awe.

“Like what you see?” He purred removing his pants. No undershorts, only the sheer size of him. You looked in his eyes, cheeks flushed, you swallowed hard before murmuring, “Very,”

His grin was answer enough to let you know of his approval. He picked up his pants and took some sort of cloth out of his pocket. He grinned like a cat and then covered your eyes with the blind fold.

“What…”

“I want you to feel everything,” You were about to object when he added in a soft voice near your ear, “Trust me.” You only nodded.

He took hold of your ankles pulling you the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs wider he hoisted your legs on his shoulders leaving a trail of kisses from your ankle to your inner tight. He repeated the movement on your other leg making you whimper with desire. You couldn’t see him, and you suddenly understood why. The sensation of his hands, lips and tongue seemed ten times intensified.

His nose caressed your center on top of your panties just like before, but this time he used his hand as well pressing on your clit making you moan loudly.

“So wet and ready baby,” He purred and you swallowed hard, trying to controls your breaths.

“Please,” You begged getting a soft bite on the fabric right above your bud making you close your legs around his head which made him chuckle softly.

And as encouragement enough he put your underwear to the side licking you thoroughly. He made work of his tongue on your clit while he inserted two fingers inside you. His rhythm was slow and torturing, your moans were pleading, and he quickly ripped off the fabric making you gasp in surprise.

The darkness created by the blind fold and the knowledge of this male working on you plus all the sensations on your pussy, made your back arch off the bed and you were coming in his mouth with a loud moan. He licked you clean while you tried to recover from the mind blowing orgasm.

He removed the blind fold from your eyes and you sat up quickly kissing him hard. He held you by the neck kissing you back just as intently. You could feel the smile on his lips.

“Let me…” You reach for his cock but he held your wrists quickly tying them above your head.

“I’m not done with you just yet.” He said on a breathy moan and you swallowed looking into his hooded hazel eyes.

His shadows circled around your waist and center, you felt their coolness, which felt great because you were on fire thanks to the male in front of you.

“What are they doing?” Azriel only smiled sheepishly.

“I hope you like some shadow play.” You looked at him confused but your eyes widened as you felt two other shadows wrapping around your legs and holding them apart with a strength that definitely did not feel natural.

Azriel got out of the bed and you looked at him expectantly. He stood back in all his glory and you took him in. His wings were flared a little and he looked absolutely dangerous and delicious.

You saw him smirking as he also took you in appreciatively, then you felt it and almost came undone by it. You threw your head back whimpering as you felt his shadows working your nipples and clit. Their present almost ghostly, but their feel like feather light fingers. A flick on each nipple, and then they starting pumping in and out of you with lightness and speed.

Your mouth was open in a silent moan as they worked you and held you in bed. You felt yourself getting lost in all these new sensations, your core pulsing so strongly you were so close to a second orgasm.

“Don’t come,” Azriel voice boomed suddenly making you jerk your head up and finding his gaze.

“Az…” You plead but he came closer to you and suddenly all the shadows recoiled making your gasp.

“You’re so fucking mesmerizing,” He said lowly as he sat next to you pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. “Did you like that baby?”

“Yes,” You murmured and he held your chin up kissing you softly.

“Would you like to do it again?” You nodded but he tsked, “Use your words love,”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to finish what they started?”

“Please.”

He kissed you softly once more before sitting you up and aligning his cock with your pussy. He thrust in slowly making you hold on to him tightly.

“I’d love to fuck you hard, but right now I just want to make love to you.” He whispered in your ear and your heart swelled with emotion.

“I’d like that.”

And just like that you moved in sync with him, he distributed kisses on your chest and neck. Nibbled on your bottom lip and as you heard him trying to hold back you whispered. “Please Az, do what you need to.” And just like that he laid you in bed thrusting his dick more franticly making your body ache in such delicious ways that you didn’t notice your orgasm building up and exploding. He came apart right after you and put his forehead against yours breathing decompensated.

“Beautiful,” He whispered smiling widely with his eyes closed.

“Beautiful,” You agreed, a lonely tear falling on your cheek as he kissed it away.

—

You were gone the next morning.

After spending the rest of the night in Azriel’s arms, both spent and tired. It was just before dawn that you silently left. Tears staining your cheeks as you boarded your ship with you crew and sailed away from Velaris.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You wiped away the tears and turned to look at a very worried Bonnie and Sebastian.

“Where to, Captain?”

“South,” You turned facing the open ocean. “There’s a High Lord I have a visit to pay to.”

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