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Absolutely Peachy

Pairing: Gale x f!Tav

Summary: Tav and Gale's conversation after Elminster's visit goes great. Slight angst but it ends cute imo.

A/N: First post breaking my very long writing hiatus to write about Gale because there aren't enough fics. Let me know if you'd like more one shots cause I think the world needs more Gale ( ´ ▿ ` ) - Sin

There was nothing in this world that could’ve prepared Tav for the surprise encounter with Elminster. She was hoping that she could meet the esteemed wizard under happier circumstances, perhaps when this damned tadpole was out from between her eyes, attempting to command the helm that is her brain.

The wise old man was jolly at first, introducing himself to the rest of the group, reprimanding Gale for his lack of decorum and grace. Tav thought nothing of it, inviting the elder to their camp, despite Gale’s scowl, awaiting for Elminster’s true reason for appearing before them in the shadow lands.

However, after the food and wine, Elminster’s visage seemed less friendly, less warm. His words were cold, concise, and fatal. Gale was to gain Mystra’s forgiveness on one condition - he was to essentially explode, destroying the curse within him and everything in a large surrounding area. It could rid them of the Absolute, of course. It could bring death to a lot of people if he decided to do this in or near Baldur’s Gate. Usually, this would be a decision that the group would push past, finding the cure for the tadpoles being their priority as the clock was ticking on them becoming mindflayers. However, this revelation had Tav’s heart sinking to the ground below her.

Tav had become particularly close to Gale, finding her feeling solidified after spending time with him in between camping and the battlefield. A complete accident on her part. There was something charming about the man’s rants, how his eyes lit up explaining the Weave, talking about his cat and how he would spend his days rummaging through the literature that covered the walls of his tower in Waterdeep. Tav never intended to fall for Gale, yet here she was.

It was clear as day what her thoughts on the matter were, as Gale had asked if everything was alright once Elminster and everyone else had retired to their respective tents and bedrolls. Tav was beside herself, “Am I alright? Absolutely peachy Gale.” Gale’s eyes held a hint of sadness as she continued. “I’m definitely alright. I’m wonderful knowing that Mystra herself has offered you forgiveness but only under the guise of the afterlife,” she spat. “Tav. I understand your frustration. Trust me, I too am frustrated with Mystra. But I can no longer satiate the hunger of the Orb that rests inside of me. There is nothing that I can do. This is my fate,” he explained, his hand twitching, as if involuntarily reaching out for her hand but stopping himself because she’s upset. He can only assume that his touch would only lead to more anger and hurt. If only he knew how much Tav yearned for his touch, how much she would fantasize it under the stars, sometimes without her knowing how she got to that topic of thinking.

“Since when have we ever listened to fate?” Tav asked, her gaze off towards the right where the water seemed to stand still and the only sound accompanying them was the soft crackle of the makeshift fire off towards the center of camp. “We have tadpoles that threaten our very existence. Every hour that passes, we teeter on the brink of becoming mind flayers. How long have we traveled together and not a single tentacle has sprouted?” she asked. Tav was breathing heavy, the conversation weighing on her physically. She couldn’t comprehend why he was giving in to this demand - his life was on the line and would he so easily throw it away? However, in that instance, Tav realized that this is coming from a selfish place. In this moment, Tav realized that the reason she was so uncharacteristically upset about Gale throwing his life away for the sake of Mystra’s forgiveness and to satiate the Orb maintaining its nest in his chest is because she has grown to love the wizard of Waterdeep.

Perhaps her eyes had given Gale indication that she had realized something, as he asked “Tav, what’s-“ “Do not ask me what is wrong Gale. I fear I realized something a bit too late. I do not wish to talk about it right now…it isn’t appropriate.” “Is it about me?” He intercepted.

Tav stumbled and said nothing. Her gaze was now on the dirt ground, her heart pounding out of her rib cage. She was silent for a beat, but Gale was patient. If she was willing to speak, he was more than willing to listen - it would be ironic if she listened to his rambling and he couldn’t do the same. Tav, despite just saying that she didn’t wish to speak on the matter, could not stop herself.

“I’m acting out of emotion rather than logic, Gale,” Tav started. Her eyes slowly made her way up to his own brown ones, making this conversation harder. She could feel her heart changing rhythm upon meeting his gaze, how her body yearned to be held in his embrace in this moment, how she craved a chaste kiss.

Gale seemed to put two and two together, or rather, what he thought was two and two.

“I know this seems very obscene and I may never be granted forgiveness. Trust me, I don’t wish to die. But Mystra wants to rid the world of the Absolute. My demise might very well be the only thing that could stop-“

“I love you.”

Gale was taken aback and fell silent, completely off guard by the three sweet words he would often dream of hearing from Tav’s lips. Perhaps he had imagined it? He dared ask, hoping his imagination, or the amalgamation of his heart beating so thunderously in his chest wouldn’t disrupt the orb.

“Pardon?” Gale asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he took a step toward her. “I love you Gale. I don’t want you to succumb to that entitled goddess for my own selfish reasons,” Tav started, unable to stop her words from coming out. If not now, she felt, when? Who knew when Gale would just decide to commit to Mystra’s possible false promises.

“There is always another way. We’ve constantly found alternatives to problems. Please…don’t go through with this. Do you not wish to live?” the appointed leader of the group asked the man before her. She could feel the warm accumulation of tears threatening to pour over the edge of her tear ducts, the shakiness of her breath not helping her.

Gale was speechless. He didn’t know what to do. He always painted this picture of how he wanted to profess his love to Tav - a beautiful sunset in Waterdeep whilst both of them spent the hours in his tower, two glasses of wine served out for them and Tara, his cat in his company, along with the countless books he seems to have. The piano would play songs from their travels to incite conversation of nostalgia, how they felt in those moments, laughing about their perilous travels. And when the sun hit the golden hour, the sky would be adorned with pink, orange and purple clouds, he would place his forehead on hers, his gaze focused on her soft lips and utter…

“I love you.”

But they were here, in this camp, the conditions of his profession of love not met. Perhaps this was how it was supposed to be because he wouldn’t make it back to Waterdeep. Perhaps he won't live past a couple nights from now.

“Gale…Say something,” Tav said, her voice cracking, two tears escaping their captivity, trailing down her cheeks. Gale couldn’t think of any words. Instead he chose to react, slowly closing the space between them. His hands made their way up to her cheeks, softly wiping away the stray tears. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was torn. He very badly wanted to rid himself of the Orb and obtain Mystra’s forgiveness, but on the other, he had Tav, who had seemingly loved him unconditionally. None of his magic was necessary to woo her. Not his history of being a prodigy of magic, not his mastery of spells, not his conduction of the weave. Just him.

Gale couldn’t help but close the space between himself and Tav, placing a soft kiss upon her lips. In this moment, he forgot all about Mystra and her empty promises, the orb, all of it. All that occupied his mind was Tav and how soft her lips felt against his own. He pulled away, staying close.

“I love you too.”

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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Day 22 -- Joshua Graham

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 22 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Soaking/Cock Warming with Joshua x F!Six

WOW okay, this prompt was perfect. A HUGE thank you to whoever suggested this in the Kinktober Survey I put out a couple months ago, you have my love, and this one's for you <3

Also, just a note, if you see that I got any of the Mormon stuff wrong, please let me know and I will try to fix it!

I hope you all enjoy! 😁

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Soaking, cock warming, religion (Mormonism), Legion bullshit (to a limited degree), pet names, misogyny, manipulation, coercion, non-consensual creampie, breeding, corruption, grooming, power dynamics. (-> just another note too, Joshua's not really intentionally being a horrible person here, but it's just kinda who he is. Just something to keep in mind with these tags. He thinks this whole thing is very sweet, whether it's healthy or not. )

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“You’ve come too far to be tainted like this, Joshua.” Six’s fingers were smooth against the cloth upon his face, their methodical stroking like the flame of a candle, sweet, innocent, but still burning hot against his flame-torn skin. “To be tainted by me.”

Her eyes were mesmerizing. She always insisted that it was him, that his icy-blue gaze is what drew her to him in the first place, and maybe that was the truth, but it didn’t mean her gaze was any less captivating.

“You could not taint me, beloved. Not if you tried.” He attempted to reassure her, pressing his cheek further into her touch as his eyes closed at the familiar sting of her affection. “The fault– the sin is with me only. No action you could ever do would amount to a fraction of all that I’ve done. The errs I’ve made. Ego numquam liber ab meum praeteritum. I can never be free from my actions. Not fully. That is no fault of yours, my angel.”

Her fingers ceased their movement over him abruptly, and he feared she would pull away, but instead, he felt another pressure. Her other hand came to press to his cheek, his face nestled between her palms firmly as she spoke with a voice just as adamant.

“You are free from it. That’s what happened to you. That’s why you are here, why you lived. Because you were saved.”

He smiled at that, even from behind his cloth, she could see the way his eyes crinkled as they opened to take in her visage. Her brow was furrowed over her eyes, her lips were a firm line. Six was always kind and generous, more so than he ever was, but she was also stubborn. It was a quality he didn’t think he would enjoy half as much as he did. His expression softened further at the sight of her, the coolness of his eyes seeming to warm at the way she spoke to him.

She sees more in me than I ever have. Even before The Legion. And before I was saved.

“You were saved to be free from your past and become better. I would not keep you from God’s plan.”

If God is good, then you are my plan.

He wanted to say it. It was at the tip of his tongue. He would mean it, too, like he hadn’t meant any other words in his life.

But could I tie her to me? A woman so sweet, so selfless, so devout? I would tie her to a flame-torn monster, a sinner who was only saved once purged with fire, and still, one who is unworthy of such mercy.

His hands came to hers, the linen cool against her skin, as the air remained warm in the small space of their shared tent.

Even sharing this space was a battle with her. Without marriage, we cannot be bound the way I know we both crave. Not with her conscience, her holy practices, her concern for my soul and its place in the afterlife.

He pulled her palms from his face, holding her hands in his between their seated bodies as their gazes stayed trained on each other.

“I understand. You are good, and I would not seek to tarnish you. Just as you protect me from my own sinful desires, I would never seek to tear you from your salvation.” He finished speaking, but Six made no move to reply. It was clear that he had not said all that he meant to.

But this could scare her away for good. We’ve both come so far…

His hands squeezed hers, the pain was numb, was equaled out by the pleasure of her simple touch.

Joshua’s soul was a secondary priority in this moment, and every one he spent with her. She came first, for the first time in either of his lives, someone came before himself.

And… before God as well.

He closed his eyes to that thought, willing it away as he felt a warmth spread through his chest. It was a soft warmth, not terrifying like the heated glow of a campfire, but muted and comforting like the spill of warm breath over his skin. The feeling sank low, still to that spot that had made him inquire to his partner in the first place.

It was the old Joshua speaking then. Not the Legate, never him, never again, but the Joshua from before. The one so neglectful that he allowed the Legion to exist. That he marshaled it forth like it was something to be celebrated, even after it became corrupt. The old Joshua didn’t take women by force, not like the Legate, but he was less concerned for their virtue than he was his own pleasure. He had almost let that be the case now.

He couldn’t do that to Six, not after all she’s done for him, all he’s asked her to look past. Yet still… If there was a way to satisfy them both, to appease her needs and his, as a man and a woman, to keep in God’s good graces, where she belongs, and where he wishes to stay… There is a way.

“But perhaps there is a way, my love, to show my devotion to both you, and to God. For us to be one as a man and woman, without yet being husband and wife.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but he was relieved to see wheels of consideration turning behind her clear eyes.

Marriage is still in the cards, he supposes, he would wish for it beyond anything. Six was everything he desired in another, and more than he ever thought possible, but could he truly tie her to him for good? In this life, and in the next, she would be bound to him. If he didn’t achieve the salvation that God has tried to lead him to, if the Legate was able to take control of him again, could he truly drag her down to hell with him? Or else, taint her reputation in heaven?

Hell would be a kinder fate than to damn her for eternity.

“If it will keep our virtue intact…” She started, and he could see the way a blush was affecting her features. He held back a grin at the way Six bit into her bottom lip in thought.

She wants to say yes. She wants, as always, to please me.

She is a better woman than I deserve.

“It will. This show of devotion has been in practice for hundreds of years, since the very founding of Mormonism. I can assure you, it will not taint either of us. Just as long as you do as I say, my angel, you will still be pure and I will still be devout.”

She began to nod her head as he spoke, and by the end, most of her nerves seemed to drain away.

“Always, Joshua, I will do as you say.”

That warm feeling returned to his chest, this time accompanied by a tingle up his spine. Her words traveled through his whole body, honing in at that sinful place between his legs and making him harden with unspeakable desire.

“Very good, my love.” He forced the words out, trying to keep his voice steady and calm, trying to act as though he were well within the bounds of his own restraint. But truthfully, he felt the reins fraying in his hands.

“We will stay as we are now, for the most part.” He continued with a quick shake of his head, clearing his thoughts to make room for the memories to come. “You need not expose yourself to me, nor I to you.”

His hands left their grip over hers, going instead to brush at her hips, to encourage her to scoot over on the bed and make room for him to sit back further.

“In regards to sin,” He began, a teaching quality adding to his voice as he easily shifted her body beside him. “It is our actions that influence the purity of our soul, correct? It is not our circumstances. Those are within God’s realm of control, yes?”

“Yes.” She nodded, relenting to each of his touches as though they were laws spoken by God and written by the prophets.

“This is much the same. What we are about to do, there must not be action, must not be movement, for then this will become all that we are wishing to avoid for the present time.”

Joshua shifted his hands on her body, moving them slowly to the button on her trousers. She kept her eyes on him all along, trusting him and looking on with that earnest gaze that left his heart pounding like a warrior’s drum. Her faith in him, her belief, it made him brave.

“We will be joined as one.” He told her, just as his fingers grasped at the hem of her shirt, stretching the surplus fabric down to cover what his other hand was revealing with the slow tug of her zipper.

One day, I will gaze upon her visage in its entirety. When we are married. If I ever deem myself worthy of the honor.

Joshua felt the pressure of his own zipper against him, as his hardening member strained upwards, aching to be one with her.

He closed his eyes as he throbbed with anticipation.

“But we will not engage in the act that is forbidden to those not bound by holy matrimony. Rest assured on that.”

Joshua’s eyes opened in time to see the way her expression flashed at the mention of marriage.

She knows that I know it’s what she wants. But she will never understand. She sees too much in me. She has never witnessed the actions of who I once was, never seen what the Legate was capable of.

He blinked to rid himself of the thoughts again, allowing his mind to wander back only to her, to thoughts of being with her this way. Of being the first to be with her this way.

His member pulsed once more from the confines of his pants and his wrappings.

I need these off.

He tried to do so without fully exposing himself, but in the end, Six simply closed her eyes. It was like all of her devotion to the Lord. It was simple, straightforward, as easy and as necessary as blinking, it was a solution he hadn’t thought of. It was a devotion he wished he could share, but it had never come as easy to him. Just as he tried to find loopholes, as he tried to cover his own partially-bare self with nothing, as he tried to keep her nearly half-naked visage free from his sight to the best of his abilities, it seemed there was no easy way, until she was the one to present it.

With her, his salvation seemed achievable.

When his aching erection was finally free from his trousers and his wrappings, Joshua placed a hand on himself briefly, his eyes locked to ensure hers were still tightly shut, to keep her from witnessing his actions. Swiping a thumb over the tip of his cock, he felt a wetness gather there, and he brought what he could downwards, over his shaft, trying to ensure there would be as little resistance as possible.

We’re not supposed to move, after all, but I don’t wish for her to be pained from taking me.

In the ways of preparation, without being able to see her, without being able to touch her in such a lewd way, this was all they had.

I’ve gone with less than even this before–

No. That was the Legate. That was the old Joshua. That was not me.

I will not harm her.

He pulled his linen wrappings from one rough hand, and as Six sat patiently, silently, he brought his fingers to his lips, he uncovered them, and spat quietly into his palm. Slowly, as soundlessly as he could, he rubbed the wetness over his shaft, lubricating himself as much as possible.

“Are you ready to be one with me, my angel?”

His voice was hoarser than he’d hoped, dripping with sinful arousal as the rough palm of his hand dragged over his sensitive shaft.

She didn’t dare open her eyes, not with the sounds she still heard coming from between them. That methodical rubbing, the sound of slickness spreading over skin... She didn’t have to see a thing to guess what was happening beyond her eyelids.

“Yes, Joshua.”

Six’s voice was nearly as bad as his own. He didn’t know whether to reprimand her or to be relieved that she was human. She always seemed too perfect to be affected by something as basal as her own arousal.

He decided against mentioning it. If he was a better man, perhaps he would have spoken a harsh word to her. But if he was a better man, they wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.

I’m going to ruin her. A small, but strong voice uttered from the dark, forbidden recesses of his mind. Joshua chose to ignore it.

“Good.”

His hand released himself, and he wiped the slick mixture of spit and pre-cum still on his hand onto the fabric of his trousers before reaching forward to grasp at his partner’s hips.

“Keep your eyes closed. Until we are one with each other, until my nudeness is hidden within you. We cannot look.”

Six nodded to him, and allowed his hands to guide her. He brought one of her legs over his lap until she was properly straddling him. Keeping her on her knees, he brought one hand to his erection, hard and glistening and yearning to be within her warm depths, and pointed it towards her.

“Prepare yourself.” He whispered, brushing his freed lips over her jaw as he spoke.

Six released a held breath, the smallest hint of an anxious quiver leaving her throat as she nodded to him again in understanding. In permission.

Joshua’s chest warmed.

In the next moment, his hand was pressing the tip of his cock between her folds. He moved only a little, just enough to nose her lips apart so he could enter in one swift thrust, but a feeling halted his movement.

She was warm, he could feel the singing heat of her body against the sensitive skin of his cock, but more than that, he could feel a slickness beyond his own doing. His Six, his angel, his pure, perfect soul, was wet for him. Joshua’s damaged lips spread into a grin.

Again, he wrestled with the thought of saying something to reprimand her, but he held his eager tongue.

We’re so close. I cannot frighten her. Not now, not when I need her.

Slowly, once he was situated at her entrance, his hand put pressure on her hip, and he felt her tightness spread to accommodate him. It was slow, without being able to pulse his hips up into her, he simply had to wait for her to slide down on him in one unyielding motion. He watched, unblinking, as she took him.

Six’s brows furrowed over her still-closed eyes, and he could hear her breath quickening, could see sweat beginning to glisten above her lip and on her chin with the effort of taking his cock for the first time.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy. He was… different. Not especially large or thick, but his skin was grooved, scarred and uneven, harder and less yielding than it once was, than it is on normal men. But Six made no complaint. She did as always, she did as he said, she trusted him, and she did anything it took to please him, even if it pained her.

Six truly was a gift from God, made specially for him. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve her, but he would find a way to thoroughly thank the King of Kings for this woman one day.

She stopped for a moment when she was about halfway down, and he felt her insides unwittingly grip him tighter. Joshua grit his teeth to hold back a sound.

That too, would be sinful. This was for closeness, it was to build their bond, their trust in one another, it was a show of devotion, a promise before the one great promise they would one day make to one another before the eyes of God. That’s what it had to be, for them to continue. That’s all it could be.

Six took another breath, the heat of it spilling over the meager, exposed skin on his face, before she grit her teeth and pushed down the rest of the way. He moved his hand out from between their bodies where he was still grasping his shaft, allowing her to come all the way down, until they were joined fully.

He sighed as she settled on his lap, unable to hold back at the overwhelming feel of her heat encasing his aching cock. Part of him knew that this was hurting him as well, that the heat of her was too much for his ravaged skin, but the pleasure outweighed any discomfort, the knowledge that he was finally one with her, that made any pain bearable. For the both of them.

“Very good, dearest. You’ve done just as I said. You’ve done well.”

“Thank you.” She managed, her brow still creased above her closed eyes. With each passing moment, Joshua felt her tight walls pulsing around him, her heartbeat fast and strong, but her grip slowly eased as she grew used to the feeling of him inside her.

“May I open my eyes now?”

“Of course, you may.” His hands moved to her hips as he spoke, and he pulled the hem of her loose t-shirt down again to ensure all was covered to both their gazes.

Six blinked a few times as her eyes opened, before they widened in surprise at his proximity.

They’d always been so chaste, hardly showing physical affection beyond quick pecks of the lips and meager touches in harmless places. This was so very different. Her walls clenched him tight as their eyes met, as she realized what it was they were really doing.

She gulped.

Quickly, Joshua sought to console her, his hands coming up to rub over her forearms soothingly as his lips moved forward to meet her cheek.

“See? Joined together, as we wanted, as is right for a man and a woman, but taking no action.”

“I-I do. I see.” Her hands came up to grasp at his shoulders, to better steady herself and keep from moving. It was a strange feeling for the both of them. Joshua had done this once or twice in his old life, before becoming the Legate, before he’d truly bedded a woman, but now, after knowing the sensations, after gaining expectation for how interactions like this were meant to go… It was just strange. Everything in him was telling him to move, to achieve that friction, to chase his pleasure and his release, but he couldn’t. He had to be still.

Six, on the other hand, was marveling at the new feeling. It was exciting, but also not as thrilling as she thought it would be… But this isn’t it. This isn’t what a husband and wife do in their marriage bed, this was something else, but it felt similar. It felt… fitting? She felt full, slightly uncomfortable, but also whole. Yet still, she wanted… something more? How could she? Wasn’t that wrong?

It didn’t matter if it was. For either of them. They still wanted it.

The urges were less when she had her eyes closed, perhaps if she closed them–

“Look at me.” Joshua spoke, a strange, thick quality to his voice that she’d never heard before. “Keep your eyes trained to mine.”

He needed something. This was driving him insane. Maybe if he looked at her, maybe if they spoke to one another, maybe if he could feel just a bit more–

“Clench yourself around me, my love.” Joshua requested, before he could even think. His body needed it so badly that it spoke of its own accord, without his mind’s consent.

Six’s eyebrows raised. He could see that she wanted to obey, to always do as he asked, but there was conflict behind her earnest eyes.

“Is… Forgive me, Joshua, but wouldn’t that be ‘taking action’?”

He was more ready for the question than he thought, and his reply flowed from his lips easily.

“Would it? Or is it a result of circumstance? You’ve already clenched around me before, without meaning to, so you’ll simply be doing so again, for the same reason.”

Though she looked unsure, Six nodded to him.

As always, she listens to me over herself. As always, she is perfect for me.

And she was. The grip of her as she clenched her walls around him, as she did as he bade and tightened herself like a viscous vice around his cock, it was enough to make him throb.

“W-what? What was that?”

Joshua couldn’t hold back a grin as her eyes darted to the covered place between them, where they were joined, before snapping back up to him with a gleam of curiosity.

“That was a natural response, angel. Our bodies are meant to fit together like this, they’re meant to respond to one another this way.”

“You did it on purpose?” She tried to make sense of it.

“No, I did not.” Joshua told her, failing to hold back his grin.

She’s precious like this. She’s so honest and genuine and pure.

A part of him wanted to teach her, to show her all that she could be, show her what he knows, but another part valued her naivety. Perhaps it was wrong, but he wanted her to stay as she was. Chaste and ignorant and almost wholly pure. Pure, apart from what he would do.

Quickly, almost savagely, he thrust away those selfish thoughts. The thoughts that sounded like a past self, though he wasn’t sure which one. This time, it seemed like a combination of his previous selves.

There’s only room for me now. And I should tell her the truth.

“It was as I said,” He continued, “A natural response. Another direct result of our circumstance.”

“I see. It felt… strange.” She bit her bottom lip and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Should I… do it again?”

“If you feel as though you should.” He allowed her the freedom this time, if only to see what she would choose. “If you feel like that’s what the circumstance demands.”

“Will you… have that ‘natural response’ again if I do?”

“Perhaps.” His hands continued stroking over the smooth skin of her arms, serving as the only real release for his need to move. “There is only one way to know for sure.”

Six nodded her head. He felt her fingers grasp more tightly at his shoulders, and then he felt another clench around him.

Joshua’s cock didn’t throb within her this time, but they both could’ve sworn that he felt harder after the fact. To her credit, and to his relief, Six didn’t stop.

It was slow, but methodical as she routinely squeezed her walls around him. Eventually, she laid her forehead down against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing soothing strokes over her back as she held tight to his body in more ways than one.

He did feel closer to her, that much they achieved, and not just physically, as he had anticipated, but he felt bonded to her like he wasn’t before. Before this moment, she was perfect, she was untouchable, she was a flawless specimen, proof that God exists and that he can truly make beings in his image, and now, well… It’s not that she is no longer perfect, because Joshua was certain she was as close as humanity could ever hope to being divine, but she was… human, at least.

He could be with her now, physically, as he could with any other human being, he could feel her sweat soaking through her clothes, hear the way her breath picked up, he could see the uncertainty in her expression, feel the want as it began to drip from her.

She wasn’t perfect, but God, she was perfect for him.

“Oh!”

Joshua’s teeth clenched as he felt himself throb within her again, and despite his best efforts, his hips gave one desperate thrust up into her.

“F-forgive me, dearest.” He grunted out as she clung to him. “I was not meant to move.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Her small voice asked, and his heart ached at the sound.

“No. No, angel, nothing. The fault, as usual, is with me.” He chuckled at that, and his body’s motion caused her walls to grip him, unwittingly this time.

She released a breathy noise that almost made him thrust into her again.

God, give me the strength to hold back.

His jaw ached at how hard he was clenching his teeth. His cock gave another belated jerk within her, and he felt her fingers grasp at his shirt and wrappings until he thought they might tear.

“Should I… um, continue?”

Joshua could hear the blush in her voice, and he couldn’t hold back his persisting grin.

“In a moment. Hold onto me.”

Six wrapped her arms around his shoulders more securely, and Joshua scooted himself back on the mattress until he reached the middle of the bed. From there, the missionary laid down on his back, pulling Six along with him until their bodies were flush, with hers resting easily upon his.

“This doesn’t pain you?” Six pulled her head up to meet his gaze, her own was full of concern.

“No. Do not worry.” He said it with a smile, his hands tightening their grip on her back and pulling her even closer just for emphasis. If it pained him, his foggy mind couldn’t decipher it amid the pleasure.

Despite their lack of movement, the thoughts in his head and his partner’s incessant clenching had him growing closer to his release. “I truly have never felt better, my love.”

“Mm.” Six hummed happily, and she laid her head down to rest on his chest. At this angle, it was easy to place a kiss upon the top of her head, and Joshua took advantage. Despite the fabric of his shirt and the bandages below it, he felt her smile at his action, and her heat gripped him tight once again.

Soon enough, Six wasn’t surprised when she felt his cock throb inside her, the feeling became like a sweet little reward for her efforts, and she came to expect his telltale movement within her core. As muted as it was, it was a small taste of the something more she’s been silently craving. It wasn’t intentional, but eventually, her movements grew quicker, and she felt some sort of heated pressure building low in her gut.

It made her want to move, to explore what it could mean, to hasten its journey and bring her to whatever unfamiliar precipice it was pushing her towards. But she couldn’t. She only wondered if Joshua was having the same such inner turmoil, or if she was just being impure.

Joshua’s breath was picking up in his chest, his hands were gripping at his partner with more desperation, and he even felt the unfamiliar feel of sweat begin to seep from his charred, scarred skin.

What do I do if she gets me to my release? His mind battled with itself within, as his body welcomed every sensation that brought him closer to his orgasm.

Can I spill within? It’s what I would like to do, but outside of marriage–

That hasn’t stopped me before.

But I’m not like that anymore. I put that behind me. This is a new start. A new life.

This is a new start! Exactly! It could be the start of a new life, a family, something wholesome, something that will make me truly happy, truly whole for the first time in my life.

But am I meant to have this new start? Do I want to make her have a family with me? Does she even know of the possible result, if I were to finish here inside her?

He felt himself give another jerk within her warmth, this time a violent one. He was painfully hard, his legs were growing numb, his gut felt hotter than flame, he was getting so close.

I have to make this decision now.

And I have to make the decision that is best for her.

He stroked one hand over Six’s back, and though he could tell she was trying to repress it, she sighed into his chest. Joshua looked down to her expression and he saw contentment. A bit of frustration as well, which he found endearing, but mostly, there was honest pleasure written on her face, rapture glistening in her hazy eyes. She looked… happy. Happy to be with him. She loved to please him, she always did as he asked, she honored him, she cared for him, she was proud to be with him, she trusted him. What more could he ask for, and from her point of view, what more could she want?

He protects her, guides her, loves her, provides for her. He is far from perfect, unlike Six, but maybe, just maybe, he’s perfect for her too.

Six was damn near whimpering now as she clenched around him, the smallest hint of a thrust coming from her hips where they rested against his pelvis. Joshua found his hands stilling on her back, his fingers clenching at her skin just as her walls gripped down on his cock, and with one last muted push against his body, Six buried her partner as deep inside as he could go, and Joshua held her body firmly to his as his cock gave a final throb inside her, before his release finally came.

His mind was made up. He knew what was best for him, he knew most what she needed, and he knew that he could be that. He knew, all along, that she was God’s new plan for him, and so how could the Holy Father look down on this with judgement? How could he call it sin? For a loving man and woman to bring new life into the world, especially if their intention was always to marry and be devout? To one another, and to the Lord.

It couldn’t possibly be wrong.

So Joshua held her, even as Six gasped and wriggled in his arms in surprise at the strange sensation of his seed spilling inside her, he didn’t let go, and beyond a couple muted thrusts, he didn’t move.

“Be still, my love. This too, is natural. This too, comes from circumstance.” The words came out as a groan as the last few spurts of cum left him and he felt his taut body relax back against the mattress.

Still though, he held his partner to him, and still, he remained inside her.

Six was silent as she rested in his arms. Her walls clenched around him as his member began to soften, but this time he didn’t think it was intentional.

“You did well, angel. So well at this. You are still so pure, so devout. To the Lord, and to me.”

He reassured her, in case she felt differently. He couldn’t see her face from where it was buried in his chest, but her silence was beginning to worry him. Joshua’s hands were gentle as he stroked over her back again, and once more, he touched his ravaged lips to the hair upon her head.

Her body shuddered over his, and Joshua’s brows drew together in concern.

“My love? Are you crying?”

Slowly, Six raised her head from his chest, and sure enough, there were glistening tear tracks beneath her brilliant eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He requested softly, knowing deep in his heart that she would never refuse to answer him.

“N-nothing is wrong.”

His eyes narrowed.

She would never lie. That, I know for certain.

“Except maybe me… I don’t know. I just… Did I do too much? Did I– Did you mean to…”

She could hardly speak with the choppy way her breath was leaving, and Joshua’s brows only creased further, this time in sympathy.

“Oh, no dearest one, no. You did just as you are meant to. You did nothing wrong.” He kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears on his lips.

“It’s as I said. What happened, it was natural. It was what was meant to happen. This is God’s plan.”

“I-it is?” She sniffled.

“Yes, dear, yes.” Joshua paused, his mind tired from his release, but reeling with his new decision to make this woman his. His wife. “I could hear it. I could hear God telling me that this is what He wishes for us. This is His plan.”

“You heard Him?” The sobs had come to a stop. Now her eyes were wide.

He gave a definitive nod, a gesture not to be argued with.

“Yes, love. He told me to hold onto you tight, He told me that He would help bring about my release, so that we could start a new life together. So that we could start a family.” His eyes darted down to where they were still joined as one, then dragged upwards to where he could only hope that his seed was quickening in her womb, tying them together for eternity.

“Does that mean…” She paused, biting her lip, but Joshua nodded to her. Encouraging.

“Does that mean we can get married?”

He smiled at that, even as a shiver ran up his spine.

“Yes, dearest. That is His plan. I will marry you.”

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[8:30 PM]

"mademoiselle" jaemin waggishly welcomed you to his apartment and you went in after pecking him on the cheek with a smile, "monsieur" you, too, replied with a dramatic posh voice.

you looked around, his apartment doesn't seem like a common apartment actually. it seems so luxurious like those of your father's despite you growing up from the richest family in south korea. jaemin didn't tell you about this, it was your first time going to his home.

"sit down love" he offered, his voice soft and loving. "where are you going jaem?" you asked, your smile still didn't let go from your excitement of finally having to sit in a very much too soft sofa in his living room. "i'll prepare something for us to eat" he replied and tousled your hair making you whine.

but that was it. behind the beautifully made espresso, there lied the bittersweet.

your eyes saw rainbows, but in black and white, your heart pumps, but the feeling are one-winged butterflies. your body was throbbing of excruciating pain from the torture by you once thought your beautiful love.

jaemin held you by the collar of your wrinkled, dirt-covered blouse and seethed through his teeth clenching it from his anger towards you and your family. "you think i liked you? well guess what doll, it's a-" he halted, not knowing why but continued it nonetheless "hm. it's a prank" a bile started to grow on his throat, he hates it.

he twirled the dagger on his hand still holding your weakened body up with one hand whilst glaring his second dagger filled with fire at you with a somewhat...doubtful mind. but then again, he's the na jaemin, known to be a merciless assassin.

"i think it's time for you to say goodbye, love" he mocked the endearment with his sinister smirk and was about to stab the glistening sharpened dagger on you, however, you let out a small hum stopping him mid-air.

you smiled weakly at him, the smile he admitted once that he misses everytime you aren't around. warm tears fall out from your almost closing eyes, he used to hate seeing you cry,you used to be a weakness of him, but guess what, not anymore, he thought.

"i'm very happy" you whispered and raised your weak hands to take ahold of his naturally bruised cheeks, he forced himself not to feel your hands, hands that are way colder than the likes of dead people he threw away.

nevertheless, jaemin didn't hesitate to stab directly into your heart where he belonged. your hands slowly slipped from his cheeks, leaving a trail of your personal warmth as your breath slowly pulled away from your lungs.

suddenly, his phone rang indicating someone is calling, he didn't read the caller's name and placed it on his ears, his other hand still holding you with his strength.

"jaemin, i got an evidence about your parent's killer-" it was jeno with his plain voice. jaemin coldly answered, "she's already finished", he was about to drop it off when jeno reacted, unusual.

"j- no..." on the other line, jeno's heart seemed to stop, his eyes wide open and his jaw fell slack from disbelief, "what jeno?" impatiently jaemin furrowed his brows.

the papers on jeno's hold was crumpled as it fell off the floor, "y/n...it proved here that she is innocent, sh-she actually doesn't know about her parent's dark business, jaem-"

beep

he didn't want to believe it, yet it was the truth that masked you, and what happened was the lie that completed you both. he fell on his knees, a lone tear escaped his eyes that were filled of void, eyes that filled regrets, anger, sadness, loneliness, and especially...the wretched peace of your visage.

jaemin held your face close to his with both of his sinful bloody hands, looking closely at your closed eyes, your pretty nose, your soft lips that turned purple as the blood of yours had stopped its flow. he didn't know that he could still shed a tear because all he remembered was that he couldn't since the beginning.

kissing you full of passion, a language for him to say how sorry he is, jaemin whispered on your unhearing ears, "i...i love you too, i love you more, i love you much more, i love you the most, i love you everyday, everywhere, everytime, i...-" he sobbed hard, punching the wall in the proccess.

he realized, he loves you more than you could ever imagine. and so are regretting.

"i wish everything was different"

#na jaemin #jaemin angst #assassin!jaemin #jaemin x reader #nct dream jaemin angst #nct jaemin angst #nct dream jaemin #nct jaemin #nct timestamps #nct dream timestamps #tbh i don't know where this one went #this is poop i swear #a lot of mistakes and probably could be misunderstood #i hate myself

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seraphiism · 2 years

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Requests open! How exciting! I hope you're having a lovely day, if the quotes not taken is "Come, there is a way to be good again" with Dimitri okay?

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

( come, there is a way to be good again. )

chara : dimitri alexandre blaiddyd fandom : fire emblem: 3 houses quote cr : khaled hosseini a/n : prompt post ( x )

in rebirth there are remnants of a life left behind, fragments of the past clouded in the midst of new awakenings and the shock of renewal. in rebirth there is a haunting echo of hope & the dreadful waiting for the worst, and in rebirth, there is the tale of two lovers reunited.

this is your story now.

you live freely, heart light but filled with the lingering of war stricken memories. how strange to realize that things are entirely different now ; how grateful you are to have found peace with what once was and moved on. you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel a familiar warmth envelop you.

this is your story now, you recall, opening your eyes to the sight of the one who handed his heart to you. this is your story now, but it is not dimitri's.

in his dreams the bloodshed remains, wretched and splayed. it drenches the land, fills the earth with sorrow and violence heard. the past has always been a heavy burden in all of his lives, and even through the tranquility that is felt in this one, its presence always makes itself known, serves as a reminder of his sin. it will always be this way. he is sure of it. maybe he is deserving of that.

"your hands are softer." you murmur the words offhandedly, smile sheepishly when dimitri looks at you in curiosity. you turn his hand over, fingers tracing the lines that adorn his skin. the markings of battles fought no longer reside, callouses absent on his fingertips.

he says nothing, watches as a bittersweet nostalgia surfaces in the wondrous hues of your eyes. he wonders if this is okay, this life. he wonders if it's okay to experience this moment, even if it may be ordinary to anyone else. he wonders if it's okay to simply exist with you in this time, knowing that he has gone through hell over and over again and deserved it all.

"are we allowed this?" dimitri's voice nearly breaks. he hopes that you do not understand, but you do. you always manage to understand, somehow, and if fate is to be real, then he knows that she works to keep your souls intertwined. ( RE: AM I ALLOWED THIS? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE SINS I'VE COMMITTED? )

something about the way you smile makes his chest tighten. a yearning reveals itself on the curves of your lips. you look so tired, but there is such a kindness in your visage that it makes dimitri's hands tremble.

"we are always allowed this." you answer. "whether in this life or the next, we can learn to live in peace."

you press a kiss against his knuckles, once, twice, and in each one there is a reverence so holy that he almost believes in higher beings. you pull him forward ever so gently, and he almost thinks your smile grows into one of hiraeth.

"you are allowed this, dimitri. i hope you never forget that."

( your lips meet his in an everlasting love and he knows that this life with you will be one without regret. )

#fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader #i hope ur having a good day too !!!!#.: writing #.: req

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Angry, pissed off Tam’lin below the break. This is how I think it would go down the first few hours of having Kar’niss in the camp. The szarkai isn’t pleased with the hypocrisy.

As a character, Tam’lin is usually the quiet one. He does what he needs to, he tends to avoid dialogue that could possibly upset the other party members, he’s generally a very relaxed person. Imagine the reaction, then, when he finally loses his shit.

He automatically rolls Nat 20s for insight, intimidation and persuasion on this one.

“Stand down! Stand down.” The szarkai snarled, at the group of people he called ‘friends’.

A group of misfits and outcasts, rough and disorganised, constantly warring, either with themselves or with him.

“Get back, now. All of you.” Tam’lin rarely showed such intensity, such fervour, nothing like the state he had worked himself into as he stood outside of his tent, defending the drider. Protection was a strong instinct he had cultivated and nurtured since he’d discovered his autonomy. He didn’t want to hurt his friends, but he would, if it came down to it.

And they must have known; Tam’lin saw the way Gale backed off immediately, the way Astarion defensively picked at the hilt of his dagger, anticipating a fight.

Tam’lin pointed at him.

“I’ll pretend I did not see that,” the ranger said, lowly, his white hair wild and messy, “I intend to hear him out. And you should, too. By the gods, hear him if nothing else, just as I heard you. We have all wrestled with ourselves and one another, unearthed secrets that should have been revealed upon our meeting. I remember you, in particular,” Tam’lin rounded on Astarion, “thanking me for looking past your condition and reassuring you that you were not a monster.”

He turned to Wyll, “I remember you, so fearful and vulnerable, ready to saw those horns right off your skull.”

Finally, he rounded on Lae’zel, “And you, how you advocated for the occasional ‘capricious murder’, as if that was not something of a monstrosity in itself.”

Perhaps he was going too far. Perhaps not.

“All of you have, in some way or another, fought with yourselves for a scrap of understanding, a glimmer of hope that you will not be seen as monsters. Why is he any different?” The szarkai eyed up his camp, “Is it because he looks less human than the rest of us? Is that it?”

Disappointment momentarily overtook his ire as he looked upon Karlach and Gale,

“You two, I expected better. Especially you, Karlach. Everyone thought you were a fucking cambion before learning the truth.”

The curling of Minthara’s lip, however, only threw oil on the fire, and Tam’lin met her gaze for the first time in his life, his gaze piercing right into her skull.

“Ilharess, my sweet dear cousin, this is the only time I will ever defer to you. Know this. This is not Menzoberranzan, here and now. I will speak to you on your own level, just this once. Put your pride aside for one small moment and consider; as a former pawn of the Absolute; is he not entitled to his revenge?”

Minthara’s visage hardened, a hot flush rising to her cheeks from her neck. Tempered rage. Perhaps the only reason she did not smite him, there and then, was because he was right.

“You, better than anyone else, should know how it feels to betray Lolth. To be used as a puppet. Does he not deserve better? Either one of us, both you and I, could have suffered this fate for our alleged sins against our people. And I count us lucky that we were not, although we still could be. His circumstances were a product of injustice.”

He tore his gaze away from her.

“I welcomed all of you as friends, despite your flaws. I intend to welcome Kar’niss in the same manner. Before you confront me in this manner again, like a pack of fucking wolves,” he spat, looking pointedly at Shadowheart, “Consider finding a shred of the decency within yourselves that I once showed you.”

There, then, was something akin to a silent respect in Lae’zel and Minthara’s auras; he was finally showing that authoritative streak. There was fire, there. Something that could be respected, even admired, by Astarion, too. The ambition impressed Gale, and the fierce passion tempered Karlach. Guilt crept in, somewhere along the lines, when he looked upon Shadowheart and Wyll, seeing perhaps just a hint of fear, but he did not back down. He was ready to defend Kar’niss, tooth and nail, and upon realising the fact that he was simply trying to protect a vulnerable being, Wyll’s posture relaxed.

The entire party was in shock. Perhaps it was for the best. Tam’lin resisted the urge to turn on Kar’niss, in that moment, to seethe that the drider had better not make him regret the decision to stick his neck out for him and possibly make an enemy of his friends. He slowed his thundering heart, bit at the inside of his cheeks.

He looked poised to chew off his own tongue. He’d won them over, for now, at least. He could see that much in their faces.

#prose ramblings #this is what happens when Tam’lin keeps Kar’niss in the camp for the first time #headcanon #bg3 #bg3 Kar’niss #angry Tam’lin rips everyone a new arsehole #he can’t stand hypocrisy #Kar’niss deserves better

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eddawrites · 2 years

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Remember this guy?

Oh what am I saying, of course you do. There’s not much that we know about him other than that his name might be Miguel, that he’s absolutely getting pegged and that I find his face extra punchable. However, there’s a compelling theory making rounds that he might have an agenda of his own. Concretely, that theory links him to this girl:

And sure enough, when it comes to visage, these two do look similar. The same shade of green eyes and brown hair, pale skin and prominent lips... the girl’s dress even seems to be of the same turquoise colour as his jacket. It’s not too far-fetched to imagine these two being related, other than that one died in Ionia (recently revealed via one of the artists working on the show) and the other is now working as an escort in Piltover, seen wearing the mask of Kindred no less - the twin aspects of death:

Separate, but never parted, Kindred represents the twin essences of death. Lamb’s bow offers a swift release from the mortal realm for those who accept their fate. Wolf hunts down those who run from their end, delivering violent finality within his crushing jaws.

But what I find the most interesting about this tinfoil hat-worthy theory is what it would mean for Ambessa. At this point, she already has a fire catching under her ass, with her rival seemingly dead-set on wiping out her family. Old sins catching up to her and coming to bite her in the ass sounds like yet another layer of drama to pile on top of that already loaded plotline, but it wouldn’t be unlike Arcane to expand upon seemingly minute details and make them plot-relevant later. We’ve seen random items from ep. 1 showing up again during the mad tea party scene in the finale, the reappearance of Huck in ep. 6, as well as the coincidence that the boy who dies at Jayce’s hands in ep. 8 being a child of a moderately important side character.

To further support this theory - if indeed you can support a crack theory - Ambessa is always nursing a glass of wine in her hand and in this particular scene from ep. 9 even comments on its quality, appearing to be less than impressed with it:

91 00:06:33 --> 00:06:35 Noxian wine is bold by comparison. 92 00:06:35 --> 00:06:37 The grapes are hardened by the climate.

That is to say that perhaps the wine is poisoned, if indeed revenge is the dish being served to Ambessa. Local Cuisine seems very upset when Mel slaps the glass out of her mother’s hand and spills the wine, although he could very well just be angry about Mel ruining his pristine white shirt.

But what I personally find compelling is the possibility of parallel arcs in s2 where Ambessa and Jayce (and also Viktor) would have to answer for the lives they took. And Arcane writers do love their parallel arcs. Let’s enumerate some of those parallels:

Caitlyn, Jayce and Heimerdinger are forced to confront the realities of life in the undercity and their own complicity in the exploitation thereof

Jayce and Vi are trying to save Viktor and Jinx respectively

Mel and Jinx are forced to weaponise hextech at the behest of their parent

Viktor and Jinx undergo a transformation that makes them inhuman

Viktor and Jayce accidentally kill an innocent bystander, using a technology they invented to help people

Jayce and Vander are forced to make a deal with “the other side” in order to prevent further loss of life

Vander and Silco are given an ultimatum that involves giving up their adoptive children

Mel and Jinx are forced to choose between their parent and another person

... and many more.

Jayce killing - albeit by accident - a son of a prominent Zaun chembaron certainly doesn’t seem like a throwaway detail that will remain unaddressed. Renni will no doubt want to avenge her son and Jayce will thus be forced to face consequences of his actions, in addition to the trauma of killing a child roughly the same age he had been when he was saved by magic.

What’s more, according to the Council Archives, Renni has a personalised chemtank for her own use, meaning that she has one of these babies all for herself:

Do I smell a possible fight in s2? I do! If Jayce has to take up the hammer again and become his vigilante self of League of Legends lore, this duel might very well be the next step in his journey of embracing the mantle of the Defender of Tomorrow.

Admittedly, Ambessa’s and Jayce’s situations are not at all similar. They might both be heads of state that have taken some drastic measures, but she is a warmonger with many other, more heinous crimes to her name than Jayce’s accidental manslaughter; however, none of the parallels I’ve listed above are one-for-one examples either. There are always differences.

But I digress; what you really should take away from this post is: I think that Local Cuisine is sus. Or perhaps I just hate his face and want someone to rearrange it for him. Or both.

#arcane #arcane theory #arcane thoughts #ambessa medarda #local cuisine #jayce talis #renni #crack theories in this fandom are some of my favourites #local cuisine is sus #you can't change my mind #unless you've already seen s2 #duh

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saarasabaku · 2 years

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DMC OC Week

Day 6

TW/CW: Mentions of Death, Amnesia, Mental Illness, Murder, Injuries and Violence

Family

Father

The First Demon, Chaos’ Angel, The Saint of Blades. The only child born from the merging of the Progenitors and for a time the only being in the universe. He created the Demon World as we know it and all the other Primordials as well. A powerful being who was infinitely kind and peaceful. He wanted nothing more than to create. From the arts to history and weapons, there is nothing this Demon could not make beautiful.

“He always used to wear a smile… My Father.”

“Whether he was troubled or not…”“You would never know it.”

“I would always feel so… Happy when I watched him.”

“I wish to be able to smile like that… Someday...”

Status: Dead

Mother

An Elemental Demon whose very existence has been wiped from memory. No one alive remembers this being, not even Saara herself can remember her Mother. The reason for this is because Mundus’ Sin General Greed consumed her soul and name during their battle, a final insult to add to her defeat. The only beings who could remember her were the Primordials but unfortunately Saara was far too young and traumatized to resist Greed’s magic entirely.

“A Mother…”“I must have had one, no?”

“I am here, am I not…?”

“Though… I could not tell you who she may have been…”

“I do not… Remember.”

Status: Dead

Slight

Little Dreamer. Slight is Saara’s little cousin and the only living biological family member she has left. He is a usually jolly fellow, who has a particular fascination with guns and frogs. Saara raised him for a couple years and the two are very, very close.

Status: Alive

Igniseri

Death’s King, The Avatar of Souls. Igniseri is a Primordial Resurrect making them Saara’s family technically. He has the soul of her uncle Azrael within him. They are rather… emotionless, “living” only for their research. Despite this Saara loves him dearly and is quite used to his quirky nature. Being a Litch King does leave one feeling rather… Dead inside after all.

Status: Alive Technically

Other Family

Belial’s 5 other siblings

Eris- Belial’s Sister, made from half of himself taking the powers of time and Creation with her

Status: Dead

Erebus- The Darkness Eternal, one of the First Primordials made by Belial and his sister. Had power over Darkness itself.

Status: Dead

Nyx- The Night Incarnate, Slight’s Mother and ruler of the Night

Status: Dead

Azrael- The Avatar of Souls, They were one of the siblings closest to Belial. A kindly being hidden behind a scary visage. Has powers over resurrection, souls, and the dead. They now reside within Igniseri, the two have long since merged together and their soul is one.

Status: Dead Technically

Argosax- The Chaos, The Despair Embodied. Yes, that Argosax. He was Saara’s uncle, but she sheds no tears over his loss. She understands how much of a threat he posed.

Status: Dead

Adoptive Father Berial

Conqueror of the Fire Hell. He raised Saara and groomed her to be his heir long before he was even a ruler. Her care for him does not really go very far, Berial would never be her father… But he did take good care of her so for that she is at least grateful but since the Demon was firmly on Mundus’ side, Saara thinks of him as a weakling who she would slaughter in an instant if he weren’t already dead. Yes, their relationship technically makes her ruler of the Fire Hell now.

Status: Dead

Background

DMC 3:

During this period Saara was firmly on Vergil’s side.

Though she felt bad for Dante, the Primordial acted as a constant obstacle to the young Devil Hunter, fighting and beating him on more than one occasion at Vergil’s behest. Saara was only fulfilling her oath to Vergil, she would lend her aid and stay by his side always. But by the end this promise she made had to be broken…

When the eldest Sparda went into Hell for his final showdown with his brother he sent Saara away to “wait for him to return.” When she found out what happened to Vergil, she broke down right in front of Dante. This led to him taking her in along with Lady and Saara has worked with him ever since.

DMC 1:

Saara did not actually go on this mission with Dante, mostly because he didn’t really tell her about it to begin with. So when Dante came home she was furious, having spent the entire time he was gone worrying.

“Dante where have you been?”

“A job…”

“And you did not tell me? Why?”“...”Dante’s scowl deepened but he had no words to defend his actions, no snark to deflect with. The colors of sadness danced around him, he was hiding something and that something was causing him so much pain…

Saara could feel it pulsing in her head.

The Primordial softened her tone considerably, walking up to Dante, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Dante… Tell me…”

His hands balled into fists at his sides, the Devil hunters head drooped slightly, pale white hair veiling his face from her.

“He’s… Dead Ra…”

The colors of despair clouded around the man now but they could not hide the very distinct colors of the one he was thinking of. Still Saara had to ask, choosing denial over truth.

“Who-”

“Vergil…”

“Turns out Mundus had him… I didn’t know Saara, I didn’t-”

Dante shook within her grasp, tears that refused to fall burned in his chest.

Why couldn’t he cry?What was wrong with him?

Saara’s hand gently led his head to her shoulder while her arm wrapped around him in a crushing embrace.

She was shaking too he noticed, tears flowing freely now, Saara would have to cry enough for the both of them.

“I killed him, Saara…”“I killed him…”

DMC 2-4:

Saara didn’t take Vergil’s “death” very well, mostly because she refused to believe it. So she left… Deep down the Primordial knew she wouldn’t find anything but maybe just maybe Vergil was not dead. Saara went to the Demon World to search, but most lead turned cold very quickly or led to nowhere. This wasn’t a very… healthy time for Saara, she fell back into some of her old, more destructive habits for a long time. By the time she comes back is right around the time Nero is visiting Dante’s shop for the first time

DMC 5:

Saara was there when V first came to the shop and had to see for herself if Urizen was really who he said he was. So she went on that mission with Dante and stayed to fight while Nero escaped, but when Dante got taken out, Saara in an attempt to go heal him lost the battle as well. Getting grievously injured and captured by Urizen, the Demon used her as a power source for the Qliphoth until Dante came to fight him the second time (Mission 12.)

After which she was passed out for the majority of that time, her body being so injured it entered a mild Stasis. Saara comes to during Vergil's reemergence and uses what little strength she has to follow him to the top of the Qliphoth and confront him. The Primordial could only get a few words out before collapsing from her wounds again. Vergil used his blood to help Saara recover enough to stabilize, and she woke up again after all the battling was done, mostly healed. Then she refused to be left behind by the brothers so the Primordial went to the Demon World with them.

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