#surprise gift for fauna

[yukioujo]

❝ [ ... ] and yoimiya , as a fireworks expert , knows how to create an atmosphere . ❞

❝ i’d say that the word ❛ ladylike ❜ was practically made just for her . ❞

@fireshot

#fireshot #*༺ ❀ ༻* ; natsu no yo no tsuki no hikari wa〘 fireshot 〙. #*༺ ❀ ༻* ; traveler from afar〘 promo 〙. #chinhands #they're gfs your honor #❄️ 🔥 ❄️ 🔥 #surprise gift for fauna #the girls were cute so i had to #aya and yoi : have known each other for a long time and work together closely and are constantly in official art together #also aya and yoi : absolutely zero screen time together #SCREECHES #they mention each other but we never see them together ! #and that is such a shame #*

[moth-mimic]

Suffocating

‣ pairing: Legolas x Maid/Healer!reader

‣ words: 1639

‣ content: basically childhood friends, unbalanced power dynamic, Legolas is a littleee jealous and petty (as in like… a lot), Legolas being too clingy and a little questionable, suggestive near the end, pleading men <3

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‣ summary: Legolas had chosen you to be by his side from first glance. Even before he could wield a bow, he saw through your status and deemed your soul the same as his. However, his affection for you can be a bit… suffocating.

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Legolas had claimed you before he even knew your name. Call it fate if you will, but something indescribable had seized him the moment you were presented to his father. Like a ripe fruit you had been plucked from your cozy orphanage and displayed in front of the king. At the time you were not sure why you were in this place, a grand castle decorated with exquisite, flourishing fauna and marble cleaned so well it glinted in the sunlight, yet the prince very well knew. A nobody you were— simply an Elven child of mixed blood who had been found abandoned in Mirkwood’s forests— yet your excellence had soon shown itself in your healing. With a few whispered prayers and hands delicately placed, a wound could vanish within minutes. This is why you were here.

Mirkwood was exceptionally skilled in archery, but what was gained in one area was lost in another. The kingdom had healers, like many, yet none that could heal a wound with their own hands. So it was a surprise that you, an unassuming child, had been blessed with the gift of life. It did not take a council to decide that your gift must be fostered and taken care of like the most delicate sprout.

Although your skill was doted on, you, however, were not. You were an elf of mixed blood— the classic story of a rebellious Elven man who had seduced a human woman before vanishing for The Undying Lands was not unique. The story between an elf and human royalty was one that was respectable, yet this was not yours.

Although your royal guidance was intended to help you grow in your healing abilities, it became increasingly obvious your current job was not to heal the innocent. Instead, you were frequently assigned the task of assisting the prince after his rebellious endeavors. From healing his scraped knee after he hurled himself off a tree to even pouring his tea, you were practically his maid at this point.

However, Legolas did not see it as this— you did a lot for him, yes, but he found himself frequently getting into trouble and calling upon your help purposefully, simply longing for your care and attention. He did not have many other young elves to involve himself with, and you were perfectly fine as company. He even admired you, in fact, especially as he watched you use your healing gift on him. You both were taught basic skills such as how to wield a bow and how to analyze Elvish texts, yet you were oftentimes dragged away for additional training in your healing. Times like these he wondered if he was too dependent on you.

And now the prince, far past his coming-of-age ceremony, still wondered the same as he scanned the halls for your presence. His boots could be heard clicking against the pristine floor from even a man on the other side of the castle as he paced the area. Elves from Rivendell had arrived to discuss matters on the group of dwarves headed to reclaim their home from Smaug, and you were nowhere to be seen. Embarrassed to make his affection for you so obvious, he excused his worry as simply making sure you were not late to greet the guests.

“Y/N! Y/N, where in Middle-Earth have you wandered off to now?” He shouted, perhaps to himself. The maids rushing down the hallway did not give him a mere glance. His worry for you was not only typical, but also a frequent point of gossip. He let out a loud sigh and turned, frustrated, finally giving up in his search. He would definitely receive a scolding from his father at this point. Perhaps it would be worth it if only to share the burden of being late between the two of you. He hurriedly retraced his trail to the entrance of the castle, hoping the guests would still be there, yet he abruptly stopped as laughter floated through the halls.

He peered around the wall and outside into the garden, which held the source of the sound, and scowled at the sight he saw. You and one of the Rivendell elves— pale-skinned with hair various shades of hickory, undoubtedly one of Elrond’s sons— sitting on a bench and chatting— No, flirting. It was obvious with the way he was leaning into you, your face lit with joy at the jokes he charismatically threw. The sight was enough to make Legolas seethe with jealousy.

“Y/N.”

The unexpected sound of your name prompts you to jump a bit before looking towards the blond elf. You smile at the familiar face. “Legolas! Where have you been? The guests are already seated.”

“Well, that I would not know. I have been looking for you since I noticed your absence,” Legolas makes his way towards the two of you, eyeing the dark-haired elf as if he were goblin trash. “I see you have acquainted yourself with one of our dear guests.”

You rub the back of your neck apologetically, oblivious to the stare-down happening between the two. “Ah, I apologize. I was at the entrance long before they arrived, although I should have noticed you beforehand to ease your worries.”

Legolas is the first to break the glare, quickly changing his expression to one more gentle, more suitable to one as pure of heart as you. He crouches down to provide you comfort. “Of course. My worry for you is natural, yet it’s nothing to burden yourself with. May I?” The Elven prince takes your hand and holds it firm before you can even respond, almost as if the other may rip you away.

“Yes, but—“ You begin to protest as you look back towards the Rivendell elf, but he is the one to speak next.

“No worries, it is time we all join each other in the dining hall.” He huffs, clearly defeated. It is the prince of the kingdom he is visiting, after all.

And with that, Legolas guides you with him to the dining hall. The other merely trails behind in surrender.

With the rest of the night, Legolas is strangely distant. As you make your rounds offering tea to each elf, Legolas holds his hand over his teacup without so much as a simple “No, thank you.” Instead of contributing to the council like a respectable prince, he stays oddly silent and tightens his jaw in what seems to be annoyance. After a considerable time of him being obviously troubled about something, you follow his incomprehensible glare across the lengthy table to the elf you were speaking to earlier. You observe from the sidelines, expecting his glare to waver, yet it lingers. The other elf just seems to uncomfortably avoid eye contact. Even Thranduil notices enough to make an occasional irritated side glance at his son.

You simply excuse it as a harmless quarrel between princes.

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As the moon exudes her care across the darkened kingdom, Legolas can not seem to quiet his mind as he lays down to rest. His eyebrows tense and his chest tightens at the image of the Rivendell elf practically courting you, and you enjoying it. The thought of you being carried away back to Rivendell by this elf seemed none other than a nightmare. And perhaps it was still possible— the Rivendell group had settled for staying in the guest chambers tonight— perhaps he was making his way to your chamber at this moment. He would knock on your door, gently, as to not startle you, the way Legolas had done so many times before— you would answer, dressed in silk, hair ruffled by your pillowy sheets. In a heartbeat he would confess his attraction from the moment he saw you. You would fall into his arms and he would hold you, softly, as if the dream could break. You both would join lips in a passion, and soon enough you would be his.

And soon enough Legolas is making his way to your door— not too far of a journey, considering your chambers are right next to each other. He pauses for a moment, and two, before he gathers the courage to lightly knock on the wooden door. He awaits your presence, a burning inside his core threatening to swallow him whole. As he waits, his mind trails to his previous nightmare. Perhaps he is too late, he thinks, perhaps this is a mistake—

And soon enough you are there, in front of him, dressed in silk and your hair ruffled from your pillowy sheets. He stands there for a moment, silent and flustered.

“Well?” You sigh sleepily, rubbing your eyes at your interrupted slumber, “Are you alright?”

He sighs. With eagerness or longing you cannot tell. “Tell me you do not want him.” He bluntly states, his mouth moving faster than his brain. He grips both sides of your doorway, leaning towards you, keeping himself from joining you into an embrace. You can see his knuckles nearly turn white.

Your eyes are wide now, confused. “Who— sorry?”

“The Rivendell elf. You do not want him. He is an adventurer, he knows no home. He is not right for you, I assure you, he knows nothing about you. You are just a pretty face to him, but I— I…” He pauses, gasps for air as if he has almost drowned, and completely stops at a loss for words.

You stare at him a moment, his eyes wild and pleading. From the soft gazes he’s given you when teaching you how to correctly hold a bow to the seething glare you saw from him last night, this is unlike anything you’ve seen.

“Legolas…” you begin, but words cannot fathom what you want to say. Instead you lift your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his pointed ear, gazing at him with newfound vulnerability. The back of your hand trails down his neck before resting on his chest. “He is not the one I want.”

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ok dang it’s like 1 am now. anyway sorry for cutting it off so abruptly I was starting to cringe a little and I just couldn’t do it. also thinking about adding 2 more parts to this but idk if I’ll have the motivation 🤕

#Spotify #legolas x reader #legolas #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit

[dontbelasagnax]

*curling like a cat against your ankles* Lasaganie, more Codywan headcanons?? 🥺👉👈 (only if you gave them/want to share of course. thank you, you’re amazing and I love you :3c)

I am late but I come bearing gifts in the shape of the codywan headcanons you asked for!!! And I love you too 🫶

- In a no order 66 setting, Obi-Wan has a caf mug that he considers to be Cody's. This would be normal except Obi-Wan bought it during the war and always meant to find the occasion to give it to him but never got around to it. That's to say he's exceedingly normal about this cup. Especially when Cody starts spending time around his apartment and Obi-Wan serves him caf in it. For the first time. Then all the other times as well. Feeling his heart crack open seeing Cody with His Designated Mug. A mug Obi-Wan's perhaps had too much time to place too much sentimental value onto. He's perfectly normal about it and doesn't act weird at all.

(more headcanons under the cut. it's a bit long)

- Cody is a hopeless romantic but won't ever admit it. He loves romance novels and holofilms. From trashy to highly acclaimed, sweet to stuffed with depravity, he enjoys them all. They're just a spot of escapism for him. A fantastical tale to distract himself from the toll of war when the night cycle is quiet and grief is loud. The stories are all so wildly outlandishly unrealistic to him. He's a clone. There's no future for him outside his role in the war effort.

And then one fateful campaign they're on their feet for a full tenday before they encounter an outcropping with flora and fauna that, finally, aren't actively trying to kill them and they are able to set up a tentative base of operation while planetside.

General Kenobi insists everyone rest while they can. Cody lost his bedroll to some sort of carnivorous plant along the way. General Kenobi acts like it's an affront to his very livelihood when Cody tries to sleep on the ground of their shared tent. Cody is tired. He doesn't have the energy to fight back on something so stupid. Which means they have to share a bedroll. His general's bedroll. Where they're physically incapable of both laying on the little mat unless they're plastered together. Cuddling.

It's the best sleep of his life.

...Exactly like how the romance novels describe it.

He's not dumb. He's been aware that he's in love with his general. He just thought the romance novels were all embellishing to a ridiculous degree and none of it was actually... realistic.

But if the romance novels are right about this, what else is just as magical in reality?

And maybe, just maybe, could there be some hope for a glimmer of a chance for him to pursue something else with Obi-Wan after the war, if they both make it that far?

- I am fully of the belief that, in a Tatooine husbands setting, the husband bit is a complete accident. Ben is stopping by for a quick pantry restock at the Pica Oaisis marketplace when it happens. He's lived at his hut long enough for the vendors here to have a familiarity with him so it's not exactly a surprise when one says to him, "Who's the shadow of a fella that's hangin' with you lately?" They mean well, he knows. And still, it's his business. He thinks his answer is quite crafty.

He says, "He's my partner," and leaves it at that. Partner could mean anything. Alas, either an older man living in an isolated hut with another older man implies a particular thing about their relationship or the vendors have a flair for the romantic because he quickly comes to discover on his next trips to the marketplace that he has a husband. Of all the assumptions one could make, it's certainly the most harmless and... he finds he likes it. Being seen as Cody's husband. It's all awfully embarrassing and he doesn't dare tell Cody any of it.

Cody discovers it for himself a few weeks later on a solo trip to the market to pick up some feed for Rooh.

"Here to do your husband's bidding?" a vendor asks and Cody blinks.

He blinks again. "Come again?" he says.

"Ben your husband; you're running his errand?"

His first instinct is to correct them, tell them he and Ben aren't married. But how would he even begin describe their relationship? After a few seconds deliberating he decides he's better off going with it. What harm could it do? Besides, on the ride home, he finds he kind of likes it.

And that's how they become husbands. Well, the beginning of it, anyhow.

#....🐀 #codywan #ask box #lasagna rambles

[cerastes]

Bro any time I think about Valkyria Chronicles I laugh my nipples off, the game is fundamentally flawed gameplaywise but, simultaneously, it's stupidly fun, which is the recipe for any club banger, it has a story that weaves flawlessly between "that's pretty poignant" and "this is some goofy goober shit", it's got the horrors of war but also this fucking pig piece of shit mascot, Hans,

It's an amalgam of white and black without any gray: It exists on extremes, and it never intersects, it's playing two parallel lines and coming to terms with the fact that you'll never see cohesion but that somehow enhances the end product in ways evidently no one intended. You have narrative comparisons with the persecution of jews and, at the same time, the game ends with the bad guy getting German Suplexed.

But I think the funniest aspect of Valkyria Chronicles The First is that the main character is the farthest thing from a war hero they could possibly muster with the expertise of a stoic Japanese swordsmith from the mountains crafting a god-cleaving blade: Welkin.

This Scout From TF2 Put Through An Anime Filter looking mother fucker was chilling in his hometown talking about how much he wanted to be a teacher and showing people his really good sketches of animals because he's also a gifted artist, when suddenly, the Dudes attack, and his reaction to the Dudes attacking is "hang on, I recall my dad hiding his actual service tank in the shed in the back" so he goes and, yeah, his dad's tank from a previous war is just there, chilling, so he takes it for a joy ride while the town baker, Alicia, armed with a rifle and infinite action economy due to the afore mentioned flawed gameplay, sweeps the entire god damn platoon of heavily armed machine gun troops.

The entire game is Welkin using his love for nature and his baker love interest to inflict insane personnel and materiel damage to an entire empire: Welkin and Alicia will come across a heavily fortified bridge, and the dialogue will go something like

"Welkin! They will pulverize us with the heaviest machine guns known to man if we step one foot in that bridge! They practically developed wooden low-orbit bombardment stations! What's the plan!"

"Well... Look at that duck over there. It's flying from the east to the west, right? Well, YOU SEE, that duck is known as a Balkunese Socioduck, and those, during this season, migrate from west to east, and they only exhibit this irregular flight path if a Matrisgel Weasel family is molting by the juniper berry bushes, their favorite food. Matrisgel Weasels only ever molt if they are put under the exact amount of stress caused to them by the sound of distant tank threads on the road, and they are known to hide in sturdy, stable soil."

"Welkin, SIR, what the fuck does this all mean?"

"If we follow the smoldering shrieking of the molting weasels, we'll find a SECRET PATH that will, as always, let us ambush, flank, and surprise our foes! Alicia, you know what to do."

"Ogggeyyyyy"

and then, invariably, no matter the level, thanks to Welkin's impressive knowledge of fauna and flora, and Alicia's literally infinite action economy in a game that wasn't properly beta tested in-house during development, they combine their powers like a piss poor Captain Planet and kill the absolute shit out of an entire Empire's worth of dudes, and it's legitimately one of the most fun and charming games you'll ever touch if you remember to not take it too seriously. I fucking hate Hans but I love this game.

#valkyria chronicles

[the-kr8tor]

could u maybe write smth about what being with fae!hobie is like?

Fae! Hobie HCs

I made it into a hc thingy, I hope that's okay, hope you like it! Thank you for requesting! 🫶

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Fae! Hobie doesn't trust anyone easily but when it comes to you he's full on willing to tell you everything.

He'll be courting you when he's absolutely sure about you and that you won't cause any harm to his abode/home.

Get ready to receive so many handmade gifts from him, like a lot. It would start off with tiny trinkets that fit on the palm of your hand. Then as time goes on you start receiving huge bundles of flowers on your doorstep that you're certain aren't in season.

Once you actually start a relationship with him, always be ready because fae! Hobie will be at your place the moment you get home. If he can't visit you that day then he'll leave your favourite flower on the table with some bread and pie that is still suspiciously warm.

You don't eat it of course, knowing that you'll truly be his after consuming it.

He lives little notes full of adoration too with cookies (why won't you just eat his little gifts 😞)

He's still Hobie of course, so he'd still tease the crap out of you. He'd make your apartment full of flower petals, engulfing you in its flowery scent. Fae! Hobie would also conjure vines on the floor so you would trip and fall in his arms.

Also I'm imagining Fae! Hobie with technology, like you'd teach him how the stereo works one time and you come home the next day to him jamming to all your music.

Of course there's a learning curve to it but after watching you use all the electronics in your house, he got it eventually. But he still prefers nature and his abode, technology is just his guilty pleasure.

Hugs!!! He's fantastic at hugging you, like you'd be cuddling in bed and it's hot? Fae! Hobie's got you, he'd regulate his body temperature so that he's your personal ice pack or heating pad when needed.

He's magic, he keeps telling you every time you get surprised by his abilities.

Sometimes he'd just lay down on you to feel your heart beating and to just bask in your warmth.

If you decide to visit his abode, he's absolutely thrilled to have you as his guest. He won't say it to your face of course, like if you ask him if you can visit, he'd shrug and say “alright” but inside he's already planning how to make you comfortable in his abode and what food to put out. (Why won't you eat it though 😞)

He would love to accompany you outside of your home and outside his abode but he tells you other humans aren't ready for him. (He just doesn't want to be perceived by anyone else but you. Also the cars and the smoke they emit scares him)

Flowers! There won't be a lack of it in your presence. Whether it's in your hair, clipped to your clothes or inside a vase, there's plenty of it courtesy of Fae! Hobie.

You're in the city and Fae! Hobie misses you dearly? He'll send a raven with a note and a flower in its beak just for you.

You like having silver jewelry because it looks good on you? Forget about it because it hurts Fae! Hobie and he would most certainly not let a simple jewelry prevent him from touching you even though it burns his skin. So you take the initiative to sell all your silver.

Kisses! He doesn't like kissing you outside of your home, saying that the plants and fauna in his abode are always watching so he prefers to smooch you in your place.

The kisses are all so sweet too, the feeling of it still lingers on your skin and lips hours after he kisses you.

Fae! Hobie isn't obsessed per se, he's just protective of you. After seeing cruelty committed by other humans for centuries, who could ever blame him when he gives you a protective charm?

If only you would eat his food then you'll forever be under his protection.

#hobie thoughts #fae! hobie brown #fae! hobie headcanons #x reader #fae! hobie brown x reader #fae! hobie x reader #atsv x reader #atsv fanfiction #hobie fluff #request done #fae! hobie brown x gn! reader #hobie brown x gn! reader #hobie brown x reader #the kr8tor's creations #fanfic #cw food mention

[zerosomnia]

Neteyam x Human! Reader

Summary: You don't show up to your morning lessons with the Tsahik, Ronal, and Neteyam finds himself worried over nothing.

Might make a part 2 👀

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none apart from spider being canonically stinky - you can't tell me that boy doesn't need a bath 🫣

Word count: 1.8k

Translations -

Skxawng = Moron

You remember the day you first visited Awa’atlu like it had happened yesterday. The Metkayina’s had been wary when you had arrived, stepping down from the helicopter with a hurried expression and wild hair. You had ignored their gathering and babbling as you bolted towards the marui pod that Jake had said Kiri resided in, ignoring Norm’s calls for you to wait and darting inside to see your beloved friend. Your heart sank to see her in such a state, and yet you had been given a gift. You were able to witness the true wonder of Na’vi healing, and you had been obsessed ever since. You weren’t so much obsessed in the spiritual way, though you had no reason to doubt Eywa’s existence, but you had always been highly scientific. It was then that your chance appeared. Norm and Max decided they needed a scientist to stay back and keep an eye on Kiri - and you all but jumped at the situation. Desperate to study the new life at the reef, you begged them to let you stay, promising you’d send back reports of the local fauna if you were allowed the chance to look after your friend.

In hindsight, your curious nature was likely due to growing up around Norm and Max, as the other child who was left behind. Spider had integrated himself with the Sully’s family - whereas you had integrated with the scientists, engrossing yourself in the biological wonder that was Pandora. Though you were still plenty close with Kiri and Lo’ak, it wasn’t hard to be when they were constantly dotting around the lab with spider, Neteyam and Tuk were more distant to you. Tuk was always around her mother, as a child should be, and Neteyam had been busy working and preparing for his iknimaya - his rite of passage. You were tentative acquaintances with him, but you certainly found yourself admiring his kind and jovial nature;  especially compared to his harsher mother.

As of recently, you had been assisting Ronal, Tsireya, and Kiri, adamant about learning the ways of Na’vi healing. Ronal, although wary of you, reluctantly let you tag along; even if it was just to keep an eye on you. She wasn’t keen on risking a human running wild about her village. And so you had been studying, soaking in everything she told you like a sponge. You found that your fluency in Na’vi often surprised her and coupled with your intense curiosity you made an adequate student. This is why it was unusual when you didn’t show up to your usual morning training - luckily, she wasn’t particularly bothered about your presence. After all, a human would never be Tsahik - but she did find herself offhandedly mentioning it to the girls as they were working. The lack of your questioning made for a considerably quieter session.

Once the morning’s training had passed, the group of teenagers and Tuk found themselves gathered on the shoreline. Sharing tales of their day and bantering about old adventures. The relationship between them had gradually been getting better, and again they found your presence was sorely missed. “Has anyone seen Y/N today?” Kiri’s concerned stare turned to Spider, who shared her cabin that was a little ways off the village. It was the only place the two humans could breathe normally,so it made sense that they would stay together. Spider hummed for a moment.

“I haven’t seen her since last night, she was in her lab again. Told her to eat dinner but I don’t know if she actually did.” Surprisingly, Neteyam was the one who seemed most interested in the conversation. The others had already broken off into other topics, but he found himself pressing for more.

“You think she’s still there?” Spider nodded in response. 

“If she’s not with us or Ronal, she’s there. She never goes out alone.”

Despite spider’s reassurances, it wasn’t long before Neteyam found himself clambering up the small hill to the rockface where your cabin resided. He found himself worried, despite his lack of closeness with you. He didn’t want anything to happen to you. He peered in through the windows into the living space, a nervous choking panic began to fill his throat when there was no signs of movement within the room. Usually, he wouldn’t enter the human cabins unless he needed to. But he wanted to know that you were safe, Spider’s negligence of you irritated him in some way. He found himself surprisingly riled up as he opened the airlock and slipped on one of the CO2 masks that you kept for Na’vi visitors. He released the air seal and ducked under the doorway, it was only then that he realised he had no clue which room was yours. He had never been into the personal cabin that you and spider shared, and he found himself peering around the main living space with eyes like saucers. It was homely, woven blankets scattered over the couch, and various textbooks covering the coffee table and the floor in front of what he assumed was a TV (Spider had described it in detail to him). Some of Spider’s crafts were strewn across the lunch table - some sculptures that were barely started, and a weaving that looked far too intricate to be Spider’s own work. It appeared to be an arm band of some kind, with various pearls and beads woven into the pattern. 

He moved on through the building, quickly finding what he assumed was Spider’s room - surprisingly he found himself recoiling a little at the smell of the room. He had never noticed the boys smell personally, but then again they were always outside with him. 

Neteyam decided to close the door and move on, which left one more door that was cracked open. He peered in and quickly laid eyes on your slumped over figure. As he stalked closer he felt relief flooding his body hearing your heavy breathing, you were asleep. Judging from your uncomfortable pose and the samples strewn across your desk, you had fallen asleep while working. He found himself curious about what you had been doing and he peered down into your little microscope, quietly gasping at the millions of little circles and shapes that danced under the glass lens. It was only when he drew back a little he realised how close he was to your sleeping face. You looked so peaceful and serene, and he found himself reaching towards you. The skin of your cheek was soft under his gentle touch as he traced down the side of your face, he had never been this close to you. You were lovely, in a very human way, softer than the other muscled Na’vi he had grown up around, smaller too - he could tell even from his palm beside you that your entire head would perfectly fit into his hand. You stirred a little, jolting him out of his admiration and shifting him into a role more reminiscent of a caretaker.

“Y/N,” he whispered lowly, he didn’t really want to wake you - but you looked terribly uncomfortable leaning over the desk. You hummed lightly in response to his voice, leaning into his touch but not really waking. He repeated your name again, trying to be a little more assertive and louder with his words. “Y/N. You need to get up now, it’s midday.” The change in volume had your eyes slowly opening, squinting in the bright light that was beaming through your window. As you pushed yourself upwards and looked around a little, it took you a moment to realise who had woken you.

“Oh… hi Neteyam,” Surprise seemed to be laced into your tired voice, though you hadn’t yet noticed the proximity the two of you were sharing.

“Are you alright?” he nodded towards your work, waiting for your tired brain to catch up with what he was saying. You looked around in a confused manner before leaning back into his shoulder a bit to stretch and rub your face, the close contact had the scent of your shampoo consuming him, sweet and artificial in a mouth watering way.

Then your brain seemed to finally catch up, and the feeling of his towering figure leaning over you and his steady breathing against your neck sent a flurry of waves through your chest that turned your legs to jelly. 

“Uhm… yeah,” you managed to stammer out, whirling out from under him and towards the door in a flustered mess. “I… I really need a coffee.”

He followed your retreating figure through into the main room, where you hunched yourself over the coffee machine, desperately waiting for the ambrosia to cool so that you could fill your aching brain with thoughts again. You hadn’t noticed that Neteyam had wandered back over to the lunch table.

“This is nice,” he held up your weaving work. “Too nice to be Spider’s.” he chuckled and looked at you knowingly. The lump in your throat felt impossible to swallow, he wasn’t supposed to see it yet. His birthday was still at least a week away. Instead of answering you just nodded and inhaled a mouthful of coffee - in your haste it was still far too hot and you found yourself coughing and spluttering as molten lava made its way down your throat. Neteyam rushed over and took your cup. “Ah! Skxawng! Why would you try to drink that?!” He cursed at the heated mug as reached over and placed it behind you on the counter.

“I don’t know! You…” you trailed off as you realised how close to you he was, he had you trapped in the small corner, chest to chest with him. You found yourself lost in his honey coloured eyes, your breathing had both slowed down and sped up so that your heart was bursting out of your chest. He was so tantalisingly close, almost magnetically pulling you towards him.

“ I what…?” he whispered, leaning closer, his warm breath was fanning over your cheeks and you weren’t sure whether you should try to step back and press yourself further into the counter, or lean in and let the electricity between you both flow. But then suddenly he was gone, pulling back and away and your head was swimming, confused and nearly insulted, until you heard familiar laughter and chatter as Spider and Lo’ak barged through the door in a conversation. 

“You ok, Y/N?” Spider called to you, your frazzled expression and red face clearly causing some form of concern for him. You hummed a breathless yes back to him and quickly gathered your coffee, trying to rush back through to your room before you gave yourself away more - but not so quickly that you missed the small smile and tint of darker blue that graced Neteyam’s cheeks.

Maybe you hadn’t embarrassed yourself so much after all.

#stinky spider #atwow fanfiction #avatar way of water #fanfic #writing #neteyam #neteyam sully #atwow neteyam #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x reader

[toastyrobos]

When flowers do the talking (Wrecker x female reader one shot)

Word count: 3116

((You had no idea why wrecker always came by the medical bay or would bring the occasional small batches of flowers. He said he was just being nice. You had no idea why he was doing it. It’s not until Tech let’s it slip that Wrecker likes you, That you realize how much he has occupied your headspace so you rush to find him))

Once again your eyes drifted over to the bouquet of flowers resting in the vase next to the window. Rain pelted the glass as per usual. That was the one thing you didn’t particularly like about Kamino. Torrential rain. On most occasions it didn’t bother you, but on days when it just poured you weren’t too keen about it.

A week ago though your spirits had been lifted. By the same individual who seemed to know just when a heavy rainstorm was brewing. You had no idea how he knew, but giving the vase your full attention, you didn’t mind. In fact you actually enjoyed it.

Anytime the well built member of clone force 99 would come by it put a smile on your face. Most days it was as simple as a hello or how is your day going. He didn’t get to stay for long, as he usually was called away for missions often. No surprise. Given the groups track recorded.

But he would make up for it. The row of flower vases that use to line your windowsill as a tall tel sign.

Every time Kamino was due for heavy rain, Wrecker would bring you another set of flowers. Your first instinct was where was he getting them from? Kamnio was surrounded by multiple bodies of water. Things like flowers were not within the planet’s surface?

The second thought was why was he giving you of all people flowers? Was it because you were one of the main medical staff members and he wanted to show you his appreciation?

That didn’t seem correct. You were simply doing your job is all.

Your next thought seemed even less plausible. Making you shake your head at how ridiculous it sounded.

Whatever his reasoning for gifting them to you was it didn’t really matter anymore. It was sweet and made any stressful rainy day you experienced brighter.

“(Y/N)?” You lifted your attention to the two figures hovering in the doorway.

Your eyes grew at the state both of them were in. Especially their resident brainiac.

“Tech”. Stunned you were at the way he was limping and clinging onto Hunter for support. Instantly you dropped whatever task you were preforming and moved over to him. Wrapping an arm around Tech’s figure you helped Hunter guide him to the empty medical table.

“What happened?” You immediately questioned the two of the them. Or whoever would ever answer you first.

“A training exercise”. Hunter answered, crossing his arms over his board chest. “We decided to test out a new formation and well it did not go to plan”.

“Technically it did”. Tech held up a finger. “By my calculations we had an 80% chance of success”.

You turned your back to them, digging through your medical supplies for a brace and bacta spray.

“Not 100% though”. You merely said.

You heard Tech exhale behind you. “The chances of a 100% success rate are exponentially low to near impossible. Wrecker’s purists in expressing his romantic attraction towards you, by the use of colorful flora and fauna has a higher success rate I’ve determined”.

You stopped what you were doing. Everything pausing around you.

“What?”

For a few minutes no one uttered a single word. You shook your head. You must have heard him wrong.

Hunter was the first one to break it. “Tech!” He scolded his fellow squad member.

Tech blinked. Not understanding the gravity of his actions he had caused.

“I thought it was obvious”. He simple explained repositioning his slipping goggles.

Obviously it was not. And frankly the very notion of it sounded ridiculous.

You chuckled nervously. “Thats impossible”.

With equipment in hand you twisted back around to attend to your current patient. Who had no idea the affects his statement had on you or your racing mind and heart.

Hunter did, however. The minute Tech had revealed Wrecker’s rather obvious secret he witnessed the way your complexion paled for a brief second before your cheeks shifted to a light shade of pink. The way your heart skipped a beat momentarily then picked up in speed. He was about to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Wrecker doesn’t have feelings for me”. You argued, ripping open a bacta patch. Something about the cooling nature of it against your heated skin felt refreshing.

“Your wrong Tech. The flowers are just him being nice”.

Patch in hand you brought it up to the exposed skin of his leg and applied it. Tech hissed slightly from the cold sensation of the patch meeting the warm temperatures of his body.

“Technically you are correct”. He began. “Wrecker is the most accommodating and indulgent one out of the five of us, however it has been visible to each of us, in multiple instants, that he attracted to you. Romantically that is”.

You blinked.

“If I may (Y/N). Wrecker is quite taken by you. Infatuated I believe would be the proper term. On several occasions each one of us has witnessed him speak about you with such significance. From my research it would appear he was, as I’ve read, as though he was ‘floating on air’”.

You opened and closed your mouth. Processing his words. The meanings. The implications in which they held.

This…this couldn’t be true. Could it though?

Again you shook your head. Tech was wrong. Strange as it sounded. Wrecker was just being friendly. Kind. Generous. It’s who he was. Strong and ruthless as he could be in battle, he also had a heart of gold. Wore it on his sleeve.

There was absolutely no way that some like him could harbor romantic affection for you.

And yet. The mere idea of it gave you pause. Was he just being nice? We’re the array of different flowers just a friendly gesture? Or was there more to it?

Racking your brain for anything, you stumbled upon a recent memory. A day when everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong.

Sitting at your desk, body hunched over, you hadn’t noticed him come in. He coughed to get your attention. To which you immediately looked up, eyes meeting his brown ones. Another Bouquet of flowers were in his gloved hands. Red roses this time. Your favorite.

You were beyond exhausted, however the second you eyes landed on him every bad moment from the day vanished like it never had existed.

The way he would stumble over his words every time that he talked to you. How flustered he became in your presence. How he avoided your gaze in certain situations.

It was if everything around you had stopped. Frozen in time.

By the maker.

How had you not noticed it before. It was all right there! Plain as day to see! And you had missed it.

Had missed every single detail.

Maker..

He had feelings for you. Wrecker had feelings for you.

Heat immediately pooled in your cheeks at the sudden realization. Butterflies fluttering away in your stomach at what ever single arrangement of flowers now meant.

From where he was residing, Hunter could see your poor attempt at concealing your flustered appearance. His brown eyes catching yours only making your blush deepen.

It felt like your entire face—no, your entire body was tingling with warmth. Caused by the same individual who had gifted you such treasures.

It was then you came to a second, more deeper realization.

You reciprocated his feelings. You had feelings for Wrecker.

How his wide grin could light up a room. The way he would take an interest in your day. And above all, the flowers. The flowers….

“(Y/N)”. Hunter called out your name, but you couldn’t hear him.

Millions of thoughts and memories had taken over your mind. You were starting to question the nature of every time Wrecker would say hello to you or was nervous around you.

Was every one of them him taking an opportunity to work up the courage to eventually tell you how he felt?

Looking back on them it had to be. You were absolutely certain of it. The way his gaze would linger on you for far longer then normal.

“(Y/N)!” Hunter’s raised voice snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked. “I-I’m sorry. I just..”.

Your voice drifted off. An overwhelming feeling taking control of your body. Everything suddenly becoming clear. And you knew what you needed to do, before you could rationally think it over.

Before either one of them could utter another word, you dashed out of the medical bay, stumbling as you rounded the corner. Nearly straight into another person.

“Sorry!” Not stopping for even a single minute, you briefly apologized from further down the corridor.

All you could think about was locating Wrecker and telling him exactly how you felt. That you reciprocated his feelings. That you wanted to be with him. Or at the very least give whatever this was a brewing between you two a chance.

However you didn’t know where to start looking. With Hunter and Tech back in the infirmary there was a high probability that their squad was staying put for a bit. As evident by Tech’s minor sprain. Meaning that Wrecker was here. Perhaps near by.

They had just come from the training field. Maybe they had made their way back to their barracks. You rounded another corner. Kriff why did every single hallway have to look the same with its blinding white interior?!

Taking another left you came face to face with the open door to their barracks. You ducked your head inside momentarily to see if he was here. Everything inside laid so still. As if untouched for a while. Kriff. He wasn’t here.

“(Y/N)?” You recognized that voice. You quickly snapped your head in that direction to find Echo walking towards you, a bit confused to find you at his door.

“Echo I need to find Wrecker. Where is he?” You cut off him impatiently, before he could ask what you were doing here of all places.

Puzzled, he pointed down the hall. In the direction he had just come from. “In the hanger, why are—“

Even before the entirety of the sentence could leave his lips you had already dashed off. Running in the opposite direction you had come from. Fully intent on finding Wrecker and letting him know your true feelings. Adrenaline pumped through you veins as you raced down multiple halls. Your destination near.

Finally. Rounding the last corner, you stopped briefly, eyes frantically scanning the surrounding bay to see if you could find him or the Marauder.

Eyes widened the minute you spotted it. Off to the left, housed between a weapon storage vault and another larger vessel. Then you eyes found him.

Nothing stopping you, you quickly darted across the hanger bay. Legs pumping, burning from the excessive running you had done today. But you paid it no mind. No. Reaching Wrecker was all that mattered.

As if he could sense your presence, his frame twisted around to see you coming at him full force.

“(Y/N) what are you—Mmfph”. You flung your body into his, impulsively crashing your lips onto his, cutting him off and rendering him completely speechless.

Realizing what was happening to him, Wrecker reached his arms around your fragile frame securing his hold onto you. The warmth of your body up against his chest mixed with how sweet your lips tasted, maker he thought he was for sure in heaven.

You tasted so delightful on his lips. Like one of those nectar infused cocktails down at the 79. But better. Much better. Richer. More flavorful. Like honey. And he loved honey.

For you, the second your lips touched his it was like fireworks going off. Electrifying and loud, but bright and spectacular. He was so gentle in the way he held you. Careful to not let his strength become too much. Applying just the right amount of pressure.

Maker did you absolutely want to continue kissing him. But you also came here with a purpose. To tell him that you felt the same way about him that he did about you.

Besides you had a good hunch that once you laid everything out in the open, getting to kiss him would become a normal occurrence.

Reluctantly you pulled away. To his disappointment.

But he quickly recovered, staring straight at you. A puzzled look in his eyes. “W-what was that for?”. He questioned you. Vaguely worried that he was dreaming what was happening to him right now. Bracing himself, he had to be sure it was all truly real.

“Tech”. You took in a deep breath, steadying yourself. “He told me everything, Wrecker”. He continued to stare at you, perplexed. What did you know?! There was so much that Tech knew! What had he told you?

“I know about the flowers”. His eyes widened. Tech had told you that secret. Oh dear. “I know that you…you have feelings for me”.

He swallowed slowly, feeling his throat dry at your eyes scanning him. Frantically he opened his mouth to say something. Like Tech was wrong. Or that you had missed heard him or—

“And I wanted you to know that I care about you too”. You admitted out loud finally. To both yourself and him. Having your own confession out in the open felt invigorating. Like a weight off your shoulders.

Even if you had only realized the truth of it all less then twenty minutes ago. It didn’t matter.

Wrecker stood there stunned. Frozen, you wrapped up in his arms. Was he dreaming? He must have been. Because he most definitely misheard you.

“Y-you mean it?”. He responded before he could give it a second thought.

You nodded. “I do. I didn’t realize I did until Tech told me how you felt”.

It was true. You hadn’t really thought about it until Tech put the idea in your head. The the idea of you and Wrecker made perfect sense to you.

He made you laugh, brightened the gray days you would have, and you adored his goof ball energy. And if you were being completely honest, you liked a man who could swallow you up in a single hug. Wrecker checked all the box’s for you.

You lifted your hands up and took his face between them. “I really like you Wrecker”. You confessed wholeheartedly. “I really do”.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen erupted across his face. The pure joy and happiness radiating off of him was contagious. You felt him light up like a thousand stars in the night sky. The browns of his eyes glowing like two embers.

“I love you”. He crushed his rough lips onto yours, catching you off guard. For the briefest of moments you were unable to register what he had said. But then you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning into him.

You couldn’t explain the feelings that coursed through your veins, but somehow you felt whole. Like this is where you were meant to be. Being embraced by an individual who was responsible for much joy in your life.

Breaking apart, both of you were left breathing heavily. Lungs near exasperated from the lack of air flow. But it was worth it.

“Wow! That was…wow”. You giggled at his simple minded description.

“Yeah”. You mumbled, shyly biting your bottom lip.

His smile softened as he studied your flushed cheeks. “Maker your really beautiful”. He complimented you without a second thought.

Instantly your entire face flared up at his very honest observation. Normally you did not get embarrassed, but now with everything coming back to you, including a clear head, you made the discovery of just how emotionally driven you’d been.

Not that it was a bad thing, it just usually wasn’t your style. Yet in this situation you were grateful that you had been a bit…reckless in allowing your heart to guide you. For it had led you down this path. To this.

“And your eyes. But especially your smile. Your smile (Y/N) is incredible”. Wrecker confessed. “It was the first thing I noticed and man oh man did it reel me in! It was like I was seeing the sun for the first time”.

You’d seen Wrecker passionate and enthusiastic numerous times, mostly when talking about being on the battlefield. Destroying ‘clackers’ as he referred to them. But never about you. Let alone your smile. You didn’t even know that he liked it that much. The way he was describing it however made your heart swell.

You were too stunned to speak. So he just kept on going. “When I brought you flowers you would always smile, like I was your favorite person, so I-I kept on bringing you some. Umm…even if nothing happened, I’d at least get to see you smile and that would make any day better then it was”.

He brought you flowers, not just because he cared about you, but because he wanted to see your smile?

Dan Ferrik. You swore your heart would melt at that. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing him confess to you!

“Wrecker, you really like my smile that much?”

Wrecker shook his head. “No. I love it”.

Now you were positive your heart was melting. If not your heart then your eyes. Tears had started welling up in them, only to overflow down your cheeks.

“Y-you do?” You asked to which he nodded, leaning in to lay his forehead against yours. Your heart was beating rapidly at this point. No end to its frantic nature in sight.

“I love everything about you”. Now it was his turn to be flustered, but it did not bother him.

He confessed all that he wanted to. All that he needed to. And never in his wildest dreams would he think that you’d feel the same way. But by golly he was so thrilled that you did.

Placing you back down on the ground, to avoid anymore suspicious stares, he scratched at the back of neck. Nervous ticks finally setting in. But he was grateful for your lingering touch. Your hand Iaced with his. Fingers tangled together. Making him feel slightly less nervous.

“Would you like to umm…go out?”

Leaning up on your tippy toes, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I would love to, Wrecker”. You both beamed from ear to ear.

“Tomorrow?” His smile as bright as ever.

“Tomorrow”. You echoed, spinning around. But not before you uttered one last thing.

“Oh and I’m looking forward to the Bouquet”.

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[saintsr]

A long time ago, when the galaxy was alone, the God of creation decided that it was time to bring life, a great explosion brought planets, moons, stars but only one Sun, they left him the most important task of watching over the others. , guide them, give them advice and maintain order, many respected him but he was lonely, although he had friends, no one could fill a void in his heart.

 

 The God of creation was restless, he saw his creations with amazement and fascination, however he was curious to create another type of life, thus he created a planet, oceans, land, flora, fauna and most importantly humans, small creatures that could do whatever they wanted. but they were missing something, a guide, a guardian trusted his Sun but unfortunately he already had a lot of work and couldn't watch them all day so he created the Moon, maybe it wasn't the biggest like the ones he created previously but he had a job special, to take care and monitor when the Sun will not be found, as well as to keep the Earth stable and move the tides of the ocean.

 

 At first the Moon was scared, how could someone leave something so valuable in the care of someone who had just woken up?  He did not have much power or so he believed, he was not wise nor someone capable of guiding someone with fear, he did it sometimes he did not believe he was doing it well since the humans disappeared when he was there but later he observed that they left him gifts so That calmed his anxiety somewhat, but he still needed advice. After much thought, he approached the Sun.

 

 They could not always find each other, but each encounter was magical, until their hearts synchronized and they had a wish that their affection and love would take shape, causing the God of creation to make a decision to fulfill their wish. What they did not count on was that His excitement was so much that he created two children, a blonde boy with amethyst eyes and a black-haired girl with blue eyes. However, they were going to have a different job: collecting stars that were restless and mischievous but at night they returned them to their place, when did they do it? For the first time it was a surprise for everyone since they created shapes of animals and fantastic creatures that their parents told in their stories. They did it to make their papá Moon happy since sometimes they saw him alone and missing his other father  Sun.

 

 They were also given the task of placing clouds and painting them at dawn and dusk, the girl in the morning painted them in purple, lilac, violet and a little orange tones, at night her brother painted them orange until reaching red, like the Planet Mars is the best friend of the Sun, making them laugh out loud when they look at it.  Finally the Sun had everything he wanted and the Moon had everything he longed for without knowing he no longer felt incapable of anything he felt that he was loved and cared for he was happy he had found his family.

#deathduo #pissa #qsmp missa #death family #qsmp pissa

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Absolutely nothing to do with nothing

Jake Sully x fem!human!reader

Masterlist

Human reader, a scientist, Jake's friend/occasional hookup who has the privilege of visiting the village, studying their ways and the flora and fauna around.

And everyone is amazed at you, an actual Sky Person, in the flesh, visiting them. And they can't help but admire you. And a few of the men, Jake notices, just straight on flirt with you, court you, giving you little gifts and shit.

And it makes Jake angry. Jealous. Protective. And he places a hand on your shoulder, snarling at any male that gets too close, making sure it's clear to everyone that you're his.

And you, oblivious, doe-eyed you aren't even aware.

And when you get back to the lab, he drags you into your room, picking you up in his enormous hands and tossing you onto the bed.

You're pleasantly surprised as he rips your clothes off your body.

“You slut,” he accuses. “Parading around for everyone to see. Is this what you wanted? To make me angry and fuck you dumb?”

Your eyes are wide, eager, as he undresses himself, tossing his loincloth on the ground. His cock is hard, the tip a dark blue, dripping precum.

“Hm?” he insists. “Is that what you wanted?”

You whimper lowly, shaking your head. “'m sorry, Daddy. I-I didn't know.”

Jake groans. “'f course you didn't. Such a whore, aren't you, you don't even fucking realize.”

He's on you in seconds, plunging his cock into you without warning, making you gasp and mewl, back arching off the bed.

“'m about to teach you what happens when you behave like a slut for others and not only for me, girl.”

“Daddy,” you cry as he begins thrusting into you. “Daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to misbehave.”

Jake chuckles darkly. “I still gotta fuck you to ensure you remember your place, hm, girl? Otherwise you'll be behaving like a whore for everyone else to see.”

You shake your head. “I'm only for you, Daddy. Only yours,” you promise, whimpering at his brutal pace, his cock bruising your cervix and stretching out your gummy walls.

“Yeah, I know,” he says. “You're my good little slut, aren't you? My fucking whore, my cumdump.”

You nod, desperate, crying and whining as you barely take half his enormous cock, too long and too thick to fit all the way in.

“Y're gonna come f'r me, y'hear me? You're gonna come on my cock and then 'm gonna fill you up so everyone knows y're my slut.”

And Jake's true to his word. He makes you come once, twice, three times before spilling his thick, hot load into you, causing it to dribble out of your puffy cunt.

And the next time you go to the village, everyone can smell him on you, in you, and they all stay well away.

That doesn't stop you from occasionally flirting with one or two Na'vi purposely, and then sobbing, delighted, later when Jake fucks you dumb.

#avatar jake sully #avatar smut #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #dilf jake sully #na'vi smut

[lovely-necromancy]

Gifted Snapdragon ch.1

pairing: Astarion x Genderless Tav (called Flora but other wise not given an appearance)

Summary: A long slow burn starting from the beginning of the journey, and going on for far long after the game ends. A story for soft Tavs who have some morals and just want to help this boy heal.

Warnings: a slow burn to put Jane Austin to shame, canon compliant mind control and manipulation

A/N: I have not played BG3 yet (my computer unalived itself right after I made my character) so until I get money for a new pc I have to rely on longplays of the game on youtube. Apologies if characters or events seem off.

To think that running a simple errand for your older sister; a few days trip to Baldur's Gate to retrieve her wedding gown from the bridal hall, that's what got you into this mess. The travel wasn't horrible but you'd made it no further than five meters into the city before you'd been captured by the mind flayers. Taken aboard the ship, stuffed into a pod, and been an unfortunate soul to be infected with a worm that was currently squirming away in your brain. The dragons had been a real fun bit – you'd have to remember to tell Fauna all about them and how they'd left you in a fiery wreckage of a flying ship, left to fall right out of the sky. Though your sister would hardly find that bit amusing, she may if you emphasis the outlandishness of the ripples of psionic energy that had saved you from being but mush on the beach just mere feet above the ground, suspended.

Though you couldn't have been too sure that that was what had happened, as a fog had come over you mid fall and it almost sounded as though someone was speaking to you before you made contact with the sand. Your eyes catching on nothing but an empty beach cast a glow with the flames of the fallen ship. No one else was there.

You sit up and take a few calming breaths in time with the waves crashing on shore. The calm washes over you as the water pulls the sand with the tide, with adrenaline lowering in your system by the breath you begin to assess yourself – checking over yourself for any signs of damage or tear. Finding none but the dull itch left in your eye from that creature you stand.

Upon straightening yourself, you glance towards the flaming ship off a little ways from your landing. Time to put more space between you and that awful vessel.

As you turn you spot the prone figure of the woman you'd helped out of the pod aboard the cursed cruiser. Her name was Shadowheart if the landing didn't cause any damage to you brain that would have made that name up. You move swiftly to her side and slide down to you knees; gently you shake her awake. Her eyes are glazed and bleary when they first open, the unfocused gaze falls on you and soon recognition ignites in them.

Sitting up she takes in the chaos around the two of you.

“You're alive...I – I'm alive. We're alive but that doesn't make sense, how is this possible?” Shadowheart swiftly rights herself and stuffs her mysterious trinket into her pocket.

Scanning the area with a furrowed brow you frown, “I'm not quite sure I understand it myself.”

Upon a further inspection you realize someone is missing from your little party, “Wait a minute, the Githyanki warrior, where is she? Do you think she's fallen further along the shore?”

“Possible, but I'm not sure you should concern yourself with her, Gith aren't known for their friendly dispositions. I'd say you out grew your usefulness to her and she went back to worrying about herself. Which is what we should be doing. We'll need to gather supplies, find food, and shelter, but most importantly we'll have to find a healer.” she takes a step closer, “We may be free of the ship but we are still infected and at the mercy of those beasts.”

A little shocked you stare at her with surprise, “We? You – you want to stay together?” you ask – and it comes out in a much smaller voice than you'd intended.

“Mhhmm.” she nods, “We need each other right now, we can watch each other's backs. I can't think of better company than that of another half-elf.”

You give an understanding nod of your own, “That sounds like a fine plan. I'm called Flora by the way, wasn't much of a chance to tell you on the ship.”

To which she smiles brightly, “Very well, nice meeting you Flora.” she offers a mock bow, one you readily return.

“Well met, Shadowheart.”

Standing back to your full heights you catch each other's eyes and start to laugh. A little silliness amongst this mess does help to lighten the mood.

With those pleasantries out of the way and a renewed sense of vigor the two of you begin to head off the beach and in search of some type of settlement; when Shadow heart puts a hand on your shoulder, a gentle grasp that squeezes her fingers into your shirt just a bit, “I – I just want to thank you...again. For freeing me from that pod, so much was going on that it would've been easier on you to just leave me. But you didn't and I'll remember that.” with a nod she pushes her hand off your shoulder and mentions for you to lead the way.

The two of you travel through the wreckage of what looked to be a previously beautiful and serene beach: now bodies and viscera lay painted around every corner and crevasse it seems. And the little brain creatures seem to be posted as sentries scanning the shore for any survivors who'd made it through the crash.

An unsettling feeling fills your veins at the thought, quickly you crouch behind a large stone and look back to the brunette half-elf who follows your lead.

Speaking in a low and hushed whisper to not get noticed, “I think it's best if we sneak around those things for the moment, could get dicey if we -”

A scuttling sound, wet and sloshing with each supposed step, has the two of you pin straight and scanning your surroundings. Unable to find the source near, Shadowheart peers around the rock – now spotting three of the creatures milling about in a pattern. Coming back to meet you she silently nods her agreement.

Thinking of a plan to get the two of you out of here unnoticed proves more difficult than you'd initially thought. You know next to nothing about mind flayers and even less about the worms and these brain babies. Taking the chance you peak back around the rock and at the creatures following the same pattern that Shadowheart convey to you in a mimed manner. However, after watching them for a while you noticed something peculiar – the brains don't look up, they seem to only have the ability to perceive with a limited range of sight...one that only saw on the ground and not above.

That was it if the two of you could take to higher ground you'd have no trouble with the mutated organs and may even have a bit of an upper hand on them if you were able to keep your eye on them from a safe distance.

Doing your best through a series of hand gestures and trying to have Shadowheart follow your own line of sight you convey your plan.

The she elf seems to be on autopilot listening to you and following along with your gestures. And you catch the exact moment that the plan clicks for her. Dark eyes widen and her mouth goes slightly slack as the realization hit her like a crashing mind flayer ship.

Soon, it's quick work for the both of you to jump atop a few stones and climb more sturdy rock formations to get on top of a metal platform – broken pieces of the once flying ship. It's almost too convenient that you'd both managed to get around three of those creatures and now you were mere meters away from entering the grasslands.

Hopeful to reach some kind of cover from any lurking sentries you hasten your pace.

It looks like you weren't the only ones who'd made it out of the beach. Up ahead you spot a mop of silver curls just in the brush. Speeding up – creating a bit of distance from Shadowheart, who was preoccupied ensuring nothing noticed your departure from the beach – you find yourself closing in on an elf seemingly slightly older than yourself.

Red eyes are quick to find you, his face reads relieved while his stance suggests tension lies underneath. He beckons you closer.

“Help,” he calls as he motions for you, “I have one of those brain creature things cornered just in the grass over there. You can kill it can't you? Like the others.”

You had managed to kill a few whilst aboard the ship but that'd been with help from Shadowheart and the Gith woman. You're a little doubtful you'd be able to handle one on your own.

Still, taking into account Shadowheart's current distance from you, you figure it wouldn't hurt to at least give it a go. So, you nod, “Yes, as long as it's just the one. I should be able to handle that.”, taking a step closer and then surpassing the man.

“It's there can you see it?” he asks voice giving a tremble – or perhaps that was the tickling ringing you heard in your ear.

Your focus zones in when the bushes give a little shake.

You stay where you are refusing to take another step forward since the bushes are too dense to see through you'd miss the signs if the creature lunged out at you.

A gravely voice cries out, “Run!” and soon a boar is running free and away from your direction.

You chuckle and shake your head. The man has been through a lot this day, you all have, it's absolutely reasonable he'd make the assumption a young boar hiding in the brush was one of those creatures. While your relieved it was just a silly boar you're still concerned if the man needs a rest. Until you turn to see the glint of a dagger held to you.

Since the elf has it wielded towards you, Shadowheart makes no attempt to move to your aid – in fear of provoking him to cause actual harm.

Looking at the man you can tell this isn't the first time he's found himself brandishing a weapon, more specifically a dagger, to someone; no his stance is too set, too firm, and the placement of the blade indicates he won't hesitate to use it if need be. However, if he'd wanted to hurt you there was amble time while your back had been turned and Shadowheart was further away. Slowly you bring your hands up hoping to alleviate any tension in the elf that could result in him slicing you on reflex.

“Now, I just want some answers. I saw you two scuttling around the ship – you're in leagues with them aren't you? Those tentacled....urgh!”

You and the elf stumble forward and the worms in your brain communicate to one another. Much like with the introductions with the other two women on the ship you are bombarded with visions from the man's perspective. A sense of prowling on a dark street, then the tentacles from his capture, the worm, and light so much light. Then a glimpse of yourself through his eyes, a young thing with wide doe eyes and all the grace of a baby deer as well.

In turn he is plagued with visions from your perspective.

“Wha- what was that? What is happening?” he asks his grip on the dagger loosening as he lowers it to rub his temple harshly.

“It's that worm. We believe it's connecting all of us.” you fight the urge to mirror his position – it really has been of no help to stave off the pain.

His posture straightens slightly looking to you – but not quite at you, “The worm? Of course the worm – well I guess that explains a few things.”

Then the elf focuses his gaze on you once more, “And to think I nearly decorated the ground with your innards. Apologies.”

Noting the relaxed stance and lowered blade you relax yourself, dropping your hands to your side once more. And you are quick to offer him a small smile, “Apology accepted, it's been quite the day for us all I believe.”

A short chuckle spills from his lips, it's there you realize you keep staring at them as if drawn to them – his tone flows like a river, an unpredictable calmness. The sound reminds you of Fauna; star above and below you hope you make it through this, she'd never forgive herself if you died doing her a favor.

“What a – kind spirit.” he gestures in a manner you can't tell if to insult or praise you before he continues on to introduce himself, “My name's Astarion, I was in Baldur's Gate when those bests snatched me.” his expression turns just short of a snarl at the admission.

Placing a hand over your chest you introduce your little party, “Flora,” sweeping a hand to motion towards your fellow half-elf who holds a scowl over her features, not unlike the one she'd held before you released her from the pod, “and she is called Shadowheart.”

He follows your hand with an “Of course she is,” before he returns his gaze to you, opening his chest as he stands with his hands placed on his his lower back and a smirk decorates his face shifting his weight around, “A pleasure.”

You nod a little in agreement, sparing another last glance to your companion to see she is still just as wary of the elf before you.

“So,” Astarion, calls gaining your attention once more, “do you know anything about these worms.”

There's a quiver in your lip you can't shake as you pout glancing off to the side. Delivering bad news...politely was always difficult for you. With the matter of a painful transformation before you all ceased to exist as yourself...well that required more tact than you held.

“Um – yes, well unfortunately it seems they'll turn us into mind flayers if we don't find a way to get rid of them.”

His eyes grow wide and he blinks a time or two before a disbelieving laugh falls from his lips, somehow the sound sours the smooth river tone. Its weight adds to the already oppressive air amidst the wreckage of the crash site.

“Turn us into- ha. Hahaha – why of course whatever else could it have done aside from turn me into a monster.”

It may be the stress of the day but Astarion seems to have a habit of talking to himself.

Astarion speaks up again this time with an optimistic sort of lilt, “Although if it hasn't happened yet, there's a chance. If we could find an expert – someone who knows a great deal about these beasts and can control them we may have time.”

You perk at the sudden change in tune.

“Oh! Well, we were thinking more along the lines of just getting rid of them – not controlling them but yes all the same we are looking for a solution as well. Would you care to join us? Our odds must be better together after-all.”

His expression is once again drawn back to shock, as if he hadn't expected an invitation. Considering he did hold you up at knife point you can understand but again it has been a...very trying day for you all.

“Oh, hmm well I had been ready to go this alone. But maybe it isn't a bad idea after all...you know sticking with a herd.” he smiles and you take in the refreshing warmth it brings out in his features. Nearly hides the horrible bags he holds under his eyes. Much different than the earlier smirk that seemed to be his default expression, and only seems to draw your attention to the exhaustion apparent in his eyes.

“And you seem like a useful person to know.” once again the smirk is back on his face, and you can't help but sigh at the loss of such a charming expression, “All right, I accept. Lead on.” he gives a playful bow to which you offer a polite laugh.

If these were the characters you managed to attract after such a tragedy you must truly be blessed by the stars.

Turning around, Astarion right behind, you catch Shadowheart's dour expression: seems she'll take a bit to warm up to your new companion. But you'll all need all the help you can get if you want to be freed of these brain worms. Cocking your head slightly as you catch her gaze, you try again to convey a mute conversation to her. She nods and looks away, upset but understanding of your decision to request the elf's help.

She'll be civil to ensure your success.

The three of you make your way through the sparsely forested plain. You take note that Astarion, who you'd assumed would keep a distance, has fallen in step with you, flanking your left. Perhaps it's because you hadn't left your small village much, but it's a strange feeling to have that spot occupied by someone other than Fauna. Would it be rude if you ask he not take that spot? It does seem like a natural progression on his part though as Shadowheart has taken the spot on your right.

It's just strange for you. And you can't stop the occasional glances but overtime it seems Astarion has caught on because he'll return the favor and offering a small smile. It leaves you feeling guilty about being particular about something so mundane for those who weren't raised in a set.

It's during a short rest in the party that you strike up an another conversation with Astarion. You all having found a fallen log to take a seat on, the difference between your two companions couldn't be more night and day. As Shadowheart's rigid posture and practice of taking as little space on the log as possible was countered by Astarion nearly draping himself on the log.

“Astarion, do you happen to know where we've landed? Shadowheart and I haven't the fainest clue.”

The older elf had been admiring the barren landscape, no small amount of wonder and adoration shimmering in his eyes as he takes it all in. When his gaze falls on you it is near dazed.

“ 'fraid not, I'm simply city boy. So, I can't say I've been through these parts.” He returns to gazing out to the grassy knoll, you still give a nod though he isn't looking at you anymore.

“We should head to Baldur's Gate I have someone waiting for me and I'm sure there's bound to be a contact they know in the city who can help us.” Shadowheart voices, a little of a shock as she hasn't mentioned wanting to go to Baldur's Gate before.

A slight scoff comes from the man, “Let's hope we aren't too far, or in the Fyewilds, stars only know how long we have before the change is complete.”

“This isn't the Fyewilds, they are a much denser and lusher forest.” Shadowheart cuts in.

And you nod in agree with the young woman, “Yes, unfortunately this isn't the Fyewilds – if it were I'm certain we'd be able to find a healer for this affliction. Naturally gifted healers and all.”

After that you three fall into a not uncomfortable silence as you gathered yourselves and got back on the trail.

True to his word Astarion was showing himself to be every bit of the city boy he'd proclaimed, as he gets tangled constantly on the low branches that you and Shadowheart have little trouble avoiding. You have to stop yourself from laughing when he curses at branches for snaring his clothes for the tenth time.

It's during one of these moments, waiting for Astarion to untangle a wispy tree branch from his hair and catch up to you two, that you notice movement in the plain just ahead of you.

A purple hued figure barely moving lays in wait – and it's already seen you.

“Look,” you whisper harshly, garnering the attention of both. “A downed mind flayer.”

As you take a step Shadowheart holds her arm before you, stopping your movement. “Careful, those things are dangerous even when injured.”

Sticking closer together, more a tight pod now, your party of three approaches the dying monster. You could end its life once and for all right now... … …if only you didn't feel compassion. Compassion?

The thought strikes you like a young wizard's first fireball. Uncontrolled with a lot of force riding behind it.

Compassion for this – this thing, you aren't sure you could call it a person given no evidence that it feels any sort of remorse for the lives it's effectively ended and ruined. Not if making you feel compassion towards it as it lay dying was any indicator.

You try hard to take a step away from the beast, you notice Shadowheart and Astarion attempting to do the same with similar results. None of you can move away. The mind flayer has you in its grasp. Soon your thoughts are drowned out, overrun with its will: and you hear...no more like feel the words that flood into your brain.

“You can't move, can't think...thinking is done mercifully for you. It will be a joy to serve – and to die for it an honor.”

Your face is cast in a full grimace as you realize this thing is trying to overpower your thoughts and emotions. To possess your mind and force you to love it, admire it, worship it.

A rush of anger floods your body. Perfectly timed as the creature's mind seems unable to focus itself on you.

How dare it make you feel – how dare it tell you how to feel. This thing infected you, gave you a death sentence and it expects salvation in the form of your own life. As though you fight for survival was trivial compared to its own. But you were no puppet yearning to be told to dance with a pull and tug of your strings – you were your own person. Your thoughts were yours alone and not to be twisted and manipulated into a petty illusion of freedom and will. Anger raises in you and tears dance along your water line.

You lurch as the mind flayer comes back into your head with a vengeance; a vice locking your mind into obedience. It needs sustenance to survive and with your very being you can provide.

The parts of your mind that are still yours fight with everything they have, it isn't determination nor the urge to survive. It is pure unbridled spite and rage. You are your own person, not a pawn to be toyed with an sacrificed when the need arises. You break free of its thrall with a gurgled yell.

“Argh!”

White flashes before your eyes from the force you jostled back into your mind. Haggard breaths leave your chest heaving as the few tears that had gathered spill and cascade down your cheeks.

The monster lies exhausted, defeated. Its eyes -wet, not unlike the glossiness of your own, orange pearls that radiate malice.

What nerve it has to be the one cross with you as it had any rights after invading your senses. Playing at the recesses of your mind uninvited. To be angry that you broke free of its will – what a damned child.

While normally violence in reference to your anger wasn't your preferred outlet, this was a unique...a special circumstance. Building all your negative emotions from your chest you imagined pushing all that down, down though your body and guiding it into your leg. Which you lifted high above the flayer and with all that rage and energy dropped it down as hard as you possibly could. For a moment you had the fear you'd injured your ankle, having felt a pop underneath from the force of the kick. Though it could have simply been your boot going through the monster's skull.

Blood and brain matter fly from the impact, splashing back and covering your leg and other bits of you. You do not turn to see the reactions of your companions.

A grimace paints your features as you now live with the consequences of your anger. While there is shame for the display you'd provided them, you feel no remorse for the killed creature with the shattered skull.

The tears spill and a warbled cry leaves you.

It's small but enough to spring the two elves out of their stupors. Shadowheart pipes up, “Death was too good for that monster.” she says with no shortage of venom.

Astarion nods mutely, eyes lingering on the leg of yours now covered in the remnant of the mind flayer, and you yourself are hard-pressed to disagree.

You heave out a breath and find your voice after a long pause,” True. But I'd rather it be dead then left to lure another infected over to complete its revival. Best finish it than leave it to recover.” you wipe at the viscera that had splashed up on your cheek with the edge of your sleeve.

Without consorting with your companions you restart you journey, marching forward to find supplies or a settlement. While the latter is more preferable you'll need supplies to set up a camp if you don't stumble upon civilization by nightfall. However, Shadowheart catches you by the shoulder and forces you to come back to a stop.

“Are you alright, that was a lot back there and...no offense you don't give off the killer vibe. We can rest a minute if you need to breathe.” she says it gently and in a hushed whisper as though you'll shatter at anything more.

The tears have long since stopped but your gaze still feels watery and foggy. A slow tickle of bile rises to your throat and you struggle to speak around it. A harsh swallow followed by another shuddered breath you look to her with a tired smile, “I'll be fine – just a long day,” a sarcastic chuckle falls from your lips and even you can hear how hollow and broken it sounds; a person toeing the line of a breakdown, “Nothing a bath won't fix, I'm sure.” your hand finds her on your shoulder and you give it a reassuring squeeze.

Astarion having caught up to you both once again flanks your left and in a show of theatrics agrees with you.

“Oh, now that is one thing we can most certainly agree on. A nice warm soak, perhaps some bubbles, and of course let's not forget a nice glass of wine. Sounds like a wonderful evening after all this.” he all but moans at the thought of such a mundane evening in.

The laughter that it draws out of you is much more genuine and has both your party members looking at you with ease. One narrowly avoided breakdown done with and the rest of the journey ahead.

In all fairness you weren't completely good to travel after all, which you noticed when you were shocked to find yourself face to face with a fallen caravan. Having looked as though it broke down and was simply left to rot out here.

The landscape surrounding still suggested you were in the grassland but nothing seemed familiar. A glance to the sun showed it'd been hours since you were last aware. More than a little wary at the missing time you are quick to ease as you take note of Astarion and Shadowheart walking up to your sides.

“Oh good find. Didn't notice that from the trail, maybe there's something useful here.” the she-elf says before going to inspect the vehicle.

As she passes you notice a pack on her back that hadn't been there before. Chalking it up to your missing time, you don't really question it.

“Good to have you with us once more.” Astarion says watching Shadowheart tear the caravan apart for supplies.

Not much more is said as the two of you wait for the she-elf. And it isn't long until she finds a hidden compartment that holds a small chest. She tries to open it but a lock stops her. Looking up to you both she asks, “Any one have a lock pick?”

Astarion huffs, “Hardly, but I do possess a certain skill to help us. One moment.”

He pulls a loose nail free from the caravan and kneels to the chest, placing the needle in at a slight angle his ear twitches. He rises back up before he toes the nail with the tip of his boot, aligning it so he can place a well aimed kick and the chest pops open.

You clap at the show he'd put on and he gives a small bow accepting the praise for his talents.

As his reward he lifts the small bag of holding from the chest. Useful.

“Going to share what you've found?” Shadowheart calls as Astarion inspects the contents. He delivers a flat look her way, tossing a book he's pulled from the bag.

She catches it with ease.

“Some patience wouldn't hurt you.” returning to his task, his hand raises again with bundle of cloth held in it. This time he directs the throw to you.

Clumsily you catch the bundle. And oversized pair of pants unfurl before you, along with a set of socks. You'd all but forgotten your soaked leg, but now you could feel how the cloth of your current pants clung to your leg.

Pulling another book from the bag Astarion shrugs. “Not much I'm afraid. But there's a few more pieces of clothing and a bed roll in here.”

“Ok, that puts us at two bed rolls then possibly three if someone wants to compile the clothes into one.” Shadowheart nods.

Seems you've missed the item collection, hopefully not much else happened while you weren't coherent.

“Any tents?” you ask making your way to the back of the caravan for privacy.

“Found four, took them in case of rain we have a cover.” Shadowheart calls as you switch out your pants for the fresh pair. Rolling the new waistband up so the legs don't completely cover your feet. They are bulky but will do for now.

Rounding the corner holding your soiled pants you aren't sure what to do with them. Astarion and Shadowheart are flipping through their books as you approach. Astarion looks up first, placing his book back into, now, his bag of holding.

“Oh, please don't take those. Leave them here. They won't do much good now. I doubt that stain will come out just toss them on the wagon.” he motions and steps back and away from you worried you'll request he put it in his bag to hold on to.

Looking down at your hands and the pants, “If the worm doesn't do the job, Fauna will surely kill me for this.” you sigh, but relinquish the pants to nature. “You ready to get moving? A lot of ground to cover before nightfall and we still have a few hours to spare.”

Shadowheart places her book on the caravan, Astarion stares after her cross before grabbing the book back up and placing it once more in the bag – before following after.

It was an aimless mile you'd walked before seeing a distorted purple sigil in the side of a rock. An unstable portal, without thinking you'd walked up to the malfunctioning spell curious to who caused it and why.

You approach the sigil on the stone, magic glitters and swirls from it erratically, as if malfunctioning. It looks slightly dangerous. Still you reach up to touch the sigil and are shocked – quite literally by the portal.

A snicker can be heard from Astarion, which you deserved it was an incredibly daft thing to do, touching such volatile magic. Your lucky all it did was shock you...that is until a hand pops free of the small portal suddenly, startling the lot of you.

“Uh, hello. A hand anyone?” a male voice calls from the other side of the portal.

Like the applause you gave Astarion earlier for opening the chest, albeit slower and more wary you clap for the hand's appearance. In a sense you feel vindicated by the withering sigh that leaves the she-elf behind you.

Another huff of a sigh is pulled from the portal, “Perhaps I should have been cleared. To clarify: a helping hand would be appreciated.” the hand continues to beckon you closer.

Looking over your shoulder the others seem unphased but overall unmoving and unlikely to help. You guess saving this poor magic user would be your task then.

Placing a hand over the sigil you attune yourself to its frequency, no use in you also getting stuck in a portal with no way out. You focused in on easing the chaos of the portal that you have yet to note any change in behaviors, the magic user on the other side can tell the difference and comments you.

“There we go, whatever you're doing is working wonders! Now a quick tug should do the trick.”

A little wary of getting pulled in due to your lack of strength you beckon Shadowheart over to aid you. As you grasp the arm she wraps around your waist and helps you pull out a wizard donned in a rich purple robe. He falls to the ground, thrown in between you two and Astarion; you and Shadowheart steady each other to keep from falling as well.

Once he rights himself the wizard starts off this new round of introductions, “Hello, I'm Gale of Waterdeep.” he grips your hand and shakes it firmly and roughly. “Apologies, I'm usually much better at this.”

It feel as though cotton has been stuffed into your ears. His words are muffled to you though you know he is obnoxiously projecting his voice despite there only being three of you.

Your hand is still in his grasp and his focus is still entirely set on you: unaware that Astarion stalks behind him, circling as he makes his way back to you and Shadowheart. The wizard takes no notice of the posturing and continues talking.

“Hey, I know you, don't I? Well, in a manner of speaking that it. You were on the nautiloid as well.”

You share a look with the other two and you all have furrowed brows and tight frowns but give muted nods to Gale. It's then he takes notice of the other two in the party.

“Ah, hmm funny didn't take elves for the silent type.”

“Half-elf.” you and Shadowheart chime.

“Oh, alright fair point, well then I can only imagine you three were also on the receiving end of a rather unwelcomed insertion in the ocular region.”

A shudder run through you at the replaying image of the worm's teeth before it disappeared into your eye socket.

“I'll take that as a yes. This parasite if you weren't aware – after a period of excruciating gestation it will turn us into mind flayers. Through a process referred to as ceremorphosis, which let me assure you: it is to be avoided!” he scans the party taking you all in, “None of you happen to be a cleric, by any chance? Maybe a doctor? A surgeon? Scarily accurate with a sharpened knitting needle?”

You like to chalk this up to a stress induced day for the man, you can't shake the feeling that he likes explaining concepts to people...or the sound of his own voice with the way he speaks without letting you get a word in.

Unsure of what to say or if it would even matter to the man, you remain silent. It surprises you when Shadowheart speaks up for your group, “You seem to know a lot more about our condition to know that it is out of the realm of most clerics.”

Gale takes his eyes off of you and directs his gaze over to the she-elf.

“Most, keyword, no doubt. But I find myself hoping to be in the presence of the few. You don't happen to be one of them?” he directs his attention back to you with the last question, feeling the arcane energy that is at your disposal.

Shaking your head you offer an apologetic frown, “Afraid not. I can handle most surface injuries and other basic first aid tasks but this is way out of my league.”

“Shame, no natural family gift from the Wildes then?”

The first sentence from his mouth that rang crystal clear in your ears. It sends a chill through you, who was this man and how could he tell you hailed from near the Wildes? You can feel the stares of your other companions on your back.

“Nothing that would be useful in this instance. My born gift was animal speech.”

Gale is easy to brush off the news, “No harm in asking. As we've established few can. Not exactly a common affliction as it were.” He smiles at you all, “Well, I suppose we'll need a healer and soon too.”

You force yourself not to frown as you toy with the plain black band on your middle finger. Spinning it as a pit forms in your stomach waiting for Gale to finish his thought.

“How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for a healer together?”

And there it is, just what you feared. He's joining the party. You spin the ring a few more times calming yourself before turning attention to the other two. Astarion's gaze is unreadable, but he offers no objections. On the other side of the coin is Shadowheart who's gaze is filled with near childish hope and she avidly shakes her head when she's caught your eye.

Swallowing the bile in your fog in your throat you make the decision.

“Th – that would be nice, we need all the help we can get.”

The large grin on his face reaches his eyes and radiates warmth but it leaves a cold pit in your stomach. Something in his way of speech unsettles you, you will tread carefully with the wizard around...perhaps it would suit you to not be so open and forthcoming on this journey.

“Most excellent. A parasite shared is a parasite halved. Or something to that effect.” he jokes.

You give a polite smile and nod, turning to the others you start to open your mouth when Gale interrupts.

“Oh! But before you think you're about to embark on a journey with a most ill-mannered man; thank you for pulling me out of that stone.” he sounds genuine.

But you'd completely forgotten that you had indeed rescued him from being trapped in a portal.

He continues his speech. “It was an act of foresighted kindness I assure you, for I have the feeling ample opportunities will present themselves for me to return the favor.

With a simple nod you try and brush off the ominous feeling he's left you with. Fiddling a little more with you ring. You do well to school your features as you turn and call for Shadowheart.

“Will you take the lead, I'll fall back for a bit.”

Concerned she steps towards you, “We can take a rest if you need, no need to push yourself.”

A thinly veiled lie, and poor timing since Gale is now part of the party and puts in his two gold pieces.

“Actually, not to be that guy, we most assuredly need to push ourselves. Once again time is very much of the essence here.”

Looking to Gale then back to Shadowheart you give her what you know are your patented puppy eyes and implore her to listen. “That's right, we need to cover as much ground by nightfall. I'm good to take up the rear, I'd just hate to be zoned out and miss something, or have someone get hurt while we have limited supplies and resources.”

Her dark pools search yours, though you know she can't disagree: you know she believes there is some life debt she owes you or something existing in a similar nature. But as it is time is too valuable to waste on another break right now. Begrudgingly she nods and starts off on the path towards the forest. Gale looks to her before facing you and offering a closed eye smile, following after the brunette.

You spin your ring as your gaze follows after him, you have a weird feeling about him. Not bad or dangerous just strange. And you aren't sure why; everything seems normal with the guy. You'll have to keep an eye on him for the time being.

So lost in your own thoughts you don't take note that Astarion has stayed back with you. He waited until both were well out of ear shot before speaking to you.

“So, we've picked up a wizard who managed to get stuck in his own portal? Hardly a promising introduction.” you jolt in surprise as he breaks you out of your thoughts. He chuckles at your reaction and offers a charming smile.

He is hardly wrong about that though, maybe that was the reason for your unease – just how much help could an incompetent wizard be? Sure he had knowledge, but aside from a few terms he'd thrown out you'd all already known most of what he'd said. Was it really beneficial to have him tag along?

“You aren't wrong...” you finally say after some deliberation, “but we also do need all the help we can get.” your eyes lower as you finally concede that point with yourself, “Besides he seems like he knows a lot on the subject.”

Astarion makes a sort of snort scoff and places a hand on your lower back gently guiding you to move and follow after the others before they get too far from sight or worse double back to find you. “I'd hardly say that. He knows about as much as we do aside from a few terms. He's well read if anything and that's not much of a help when it's left him in the same position as us. He brings nothing to the party except two more parasites – so do not allow him to bully you in such a way.”

You look up to him confused, “Bully me?”

He hums, “Oh please, those quips about your magic background and snubs to your born gift.” he glances at you from the corner of his eye glinting in a strange way from this angle. “You intimidate him, a wizard so incompetent he gets lost in his own spell. Meanwhile here you are possessing the ability to commune with beasts and save him from his own magic. You have more control in your hand.”

“...I'll keep that in mind.”

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x tav #astarion fic #astarion romance #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #bg3 #fanfiction #Gifted Snapdragon

[elystelleven]

Honeysuckle Cookie my beloved <3

Th rendering for her gacha sprite only took me like, 2 or 3 hours? Which is a surprise 'cause I did it in school as well!

Game Description

Amidst fields of green and villages of pure tranquility, a little girl roams the streets with a tambourine in hand, happily humming a tune of her own as she dances along to the butterflies and critters. Denizens gather around to watch this adorable sight, and while this may seem like no big deal at first, you may be surprised that this apparently “ordinary” girl is the Vanilla Kingdom’s beloved young heiress, Honeysuckle Cookie! Born in the walls of the castle and raised down-to-earth among the nation’s people, Honeysuckle desires nothing more but to live beyond the lavishes of royalty, and set out on an adventure as great as the picture books. In the tap of her tambourine, the little cookie’s true potential unleashes as her imagination is brought to life and the world around is engrossed in a mesmerizing spectacle of flora and fauna. While it becomes clearer by each day that her capabilities as a wielder of magic are ones far beyond her control, curious young Honeysuckle would do what it takes to become as great as a sage as her mother or the elders in the kingdom, even if it means risking a thirty-minute timeout or two, yikes!

Trivia

- Honeysuckle was born on a spring equinox, in the 21st of March. A special festival is also held around this time, so a part of it is celebrated in honor of her!

- Honeysuckle likes to address herself in third person, especially when she's in a good mood.

- She's adventurous and curious in nature, and is greatly interested in picture books.

- Her tambourine was a birthday gift from her mother, given to her as a means of channeling her magic similar to her parents' staffs.

- Honeysuckle dreams of becoming a magic scholar (high sage) like her mother and helping cookies everywhere like her father!

#cookie run #cookie run fanart #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #cookie run fanchild #oc #fanchild #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #purelily #aww the scrunkly #double tap if you scrunkly the when #fankid #fanon #vanilla kingdom #cookie run original character

[honey-minded-hivemind]

To give a small update, I've been making jewelry the past few days with pearls and necklaces with repurposed charms/earrings. It's pretty fun, to be honest. Has anyone here ever made jewelry before? A few relatives of mine used to make jewelery and sell it/gift it to people as a side job/hobby. It might just run in the family😅 This being said:

Imagine a Reader who makes jewelry...

Necklaces, chokers, bracelets, earrings, rings, anklets, you name it, they can and will make it.

Picky about your beads? Never fear! They have TONS of them! Bags and boxes and crates full, some repurposed from old pieces, some brand new, some from thrift stores or craft sections, it's all there! You like a certain color but want a gem for it? Reader has you covered! Amethyst, crystal, pearl, amber, fluorite, tiger's eye, garnet, pyrite, obsidian, etc. ! You want something more down-to-earth? Reader can do that, too! Wooden beads in all shapes and sizes and shades, crafted glass beads in different flora and fauna or abstract forms, even charms of metal and plastic and ceramic, if that's your style!

The platonic yamderes would definitely ADORE whatever Reader themed after them! A pair of earrings with lighting bolt charms and cloud puffs after Storm, complete with a weather-inspired necklace full of little cloud puffs and sun beads and rain crystals? She'd model it for you if you wanted! You want to make an entire cottage-core themed bracelet set with frogs and toads and mushrooms? Toad would love to be your muse, so you can capture their essence! You used animal bones and rough stones based on how Wolverine and Sabretooth are? Ohhhhh honey, they'd be supplying you with any bones you want, all while seeing how it looks on them. Point is, if you have ANYTHING that is based on or themed after any of the mutants, they are so going to be taking a look and talking about it!You want to sell your jewelry? They're your hype men. You need to find customers or a crowd who enjoys your craft? Surprise, the entire superhero, supervillain, and mutant communities are informed about it, and suddenly you have a steady stream of buyers. Oh, someone wants to show them in a gallery or show? They'll be pushing people towards your masterpieces, all while talking about the artist, who they know personally (you). You can bet the mutants who have some money tucked away buy the entire collections that are based on/themed around them (and they are NOT cheap when it comes to buying every last piece centered on them).

You can bet yourself that the platonic yans would be all for you and your craft, no matter the cost or trials it brings. H*ck, they're probably funding/donating to your art at this point, making sure you're never out of jewels, beads, threads, wires, metals, or jewelry pliers. If you need an extra hand with something, you have several willing volunteers. You need a new muse? Sign them up, they'll do all sorts of stuff with you to give you that inspiration you crave. You need a break from working too hard? Sit down, have some tea or coffee or orange juice, and let them help you wind down. They love you, and they love what you do, but they won't have you stretching yourself thin just to make ends meet. If you need anything, say the word and they'll be there. You've always been a pal, a friend, a sibling, or kid to them; let them repay the favor. You're their jewel, their gem, their lucky charm, and they wouldn't ever want to let you down.

(Should I make a post about the type of jewelry/sets/collections each X-Men Evolution character would have made by Reader based on them and their theme/colors/powers?)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen: the animated series #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #platonic yamdere xmen

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Jade and Finn enjoy a moment in the forest together

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)

Beautiful

The feeling of grass under his feet was like heaven on earth.

Finn gazed silently at the lush green blades, awed. Soft and cold, the sweet grass tickling at his toes made his brain tingle in delight.

How ironic. He hated the feeling of sand, the dreadful rough, coarse stuff that always managed to worm its way into places he didn't know he had. Sand, abundant in his home, left such a sour taste in his mouth.

But grass? A notable land feature? It was a pleasant sensation.

"I see you're enjoying yourself over there."

Finn turned his head to see Jade entering the clearing he was standing in with his arms full of jars filled with the various flora and fauna of the forest.

Jade looked positively delighted, smiling brightly as he placed the jars and his large bag on the ground.

"Prefer the grass over sand, then?" The eel asked, tilting his head. "You look happy."

Finn nodded his head and padded over to where Jade was standing, sighing.

"It's nice." He murmured. "Soft. Quiet. I like it here."

He gazed at the shaded clearing they had decided to rest in. Soft glittering sunlight streamed through the trees, and a gentle breeze made leaves rustle and grass away, joining the music caused by a bubbling creek.

The calls of various birds and insects sounded from all around them, and a sweet smell filled the air.

It was serene.

Jade unzipped his bag, pulled out a large blanket, and rolled it onto the grass.

"Come. Sit." He insisted. "It's lunchtime."

Finn rolled his eyes. It was barely noon. Nonetheless, he humoured his partner and sat down across from him.

"You're awfully impatient. It's only eleven-thirty."

Jade's smile was placid and unbothered.

"For your food, darling, I can never wait." He said sweetly, taking a large container of food and some flasks from the bag.

"It's only sandwiches and tea," Finn said softly. "Papa sent up the meat."

Jade simply chuckled. "True, but every little thing you make should be served to a prince."

Finn's cheeks warmed, and he busied himself with staring at the creek.

"Don't say stupid things like that." He mumbled. "A prince won't eat sandwiches."

"Not unless it's yours." Jade teased, laughing when Finn covered his face with his hands. "Here, just grab something to eat."

To the surmise of absolutely nobody, both of them reached for the sliced meat first. The meat was cut so beautifully and tasted so delicious it was almost unreal. Finn was delighted his father sent some up, as were his three parasites - uh, boyfriends.

Sharp teeth tore through the flesh of raw fish easily, allowing an explosion of flavour to burst forth. One would expect it to taste salty, but Finn's father truly had a gift with flavour.

They ate in comfortable silence, happy to simply enjoy each other's company and admire the scenery.

"Oh!"

Finn shifted his gaze away from the gentle creek to find Jade staring at something with wide eyes.

"...Yes?"

"It's pink deathcaps!' Jade exclaimed, a positively delighted smile crossing onto his face. He began shuffling through the bag for his camera and notebook, mumbling about how rare this was.

Finn smiled and closed his eyes, humming in acknowledgement to Jade's words.

At first, Finn had little interest in mushrooms, but after listening to Jade's excited ramblings about them, he realised they were beautiful and horrifying little things. Nowadays, it was not uncommon to find them in his paintings, whether it be a few in the background or a wave of mycelium engulfing his main piece.

Jade, positively beaming in excitement, scribbled in his notebook and posted the surprisingly high quality Polaroid he had taken inside.

"Come look!"

Sighing, Finn shuffled across the blanket so he was next to Jade, squinting.

"Where?"

Jade, much to Finn's surprise, locked their fingers together and used his free hand to point at a large tree.

There, sprouting out of one of the branches, was a sizable group of pink deathcap mushrooms.

"Aren't they beautiful?"

Finn nodded. His head slowly turned to face Jade.

Sunshine bathed the eel's face in a gentle golden light, catching the glittering gold and olive of his excited eyes and the teal of his hair. His lips, shiny and soft, were pulled into a wide smile that showed off viciously sharp teeth. His voice, warm and deep, was like music.

"Yes." Finn whispered, unable to tear his gaze away. "Beautiful."

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A/N:.I hope you liked this one! Finn and Floyd's is up next <3

Tagging: @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @whspermy-name @theleechyskrunkly @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @the-banana-0verlord @kitwasnothere

#jade leech #finn clearcove #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst x canon #fluff #valentines day #writing

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Got another question that might result in another novel-long response:

I learned "the truth" about Torts from RSV recently. How would the RSV townies react to walking in on the Farmer casually having a full-on conversation with Torts? Like they're talking about some deep, profound shit and playing with the water in his pond all the while treating him as if he actually understands what they're saying. He does, of course, but they don't know that, lol.

(maybe include vanilla SDV, and SVE characters, if you so choose :3)

I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised by this turn of events with Torts :D

Got a lot of residents, so hopefully you won't mind if it's exclusively Ridgeside Village characters here. I also decided not to add Ray and Belinda because (⚠️ spoilers!), they have a special event where they learn the truth about Torts, hee hee... Anyway, thanks again for the question! Enjoy 🫰💕

The people of Ridgeside Village react to the Farmer talking to Torts:

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This is no surprise to Keahi, Trinnie and Yuuma - the children themselves often talk to Torts when they are caring for or playing with him. And even if it's just ordinary chatting like "do you like these leaves, Torts?" or "how are you doing, Torts?" rather than philosophical conversations, most of the words of which the trio doesn't know yet, it's not strange for them. Even the opposite, the same Yuuma will thank Farmer for keeping the turtle company while he and the others were busy. Keahi and Trinnie will jump on the spot with joy, because yay, Torts has another friend!

"Yo, are you talking to a turtle? If you want, I can keep you company, hee hee!" Oh, here comes Blair. The curious girl couldn't pass up the opportunity to find out why Farmer was talking to Torts like that. Huh, that's a little silly. Especially since Farmer might enjoy talking philosophy with her, their future wife.... Okay, she's just kidding! Doesn't really pay much attention to Farmer's weirdness, except as an opportunity to tease them a bit.

The Amethyne family, accompanied by servants, happen to catch Farmer with Torts discussing about philosophical matters, and everyone's reaction is... different. Maive, for example, will be annoyed that the current youngsters are wasting their time, Louie will start muttering about how strange and idiot Farmer is, Irene and Zayne will be slightly concerned about Farmer's mental state. Sonny will remain unemotional, but deep down will be glad that the young farmer respects fauna (albeit a bit strange), and Ariah will find Farmer's conversation interesting and would like to discuss the complex topics of sociology, epistemology and ontology (it's a pity she is completely immersed in her studies tho).

The situation was so unusual that even Daia didn't tease Farmer, and only listened interestedly to what Farmer was telling the ordinary turtle. Questions about life and death, the flow of time.... Hmm, strange. The girl's gut tells her that something is not right. She's dying to find out what's going on... But after she does tease the Farmer a bit! *giggle*

The weird and annoying Farmer does weird and annoying things, and as long as it doesn't involve Dr. Aguar - he doesn't care at all. However, if he knows that the Farmer has an innate magical gift, he might be a little interested in it. Maybe they have the gift of talking to all animals? Aguar wouldn't mind using such an ability in his next experiments...

Aguar's assistant, Maddie, would just roll her eyes and snort at the stupidity of the situation. Talking to a turtle - they must have a lot of free time to spend on such absurdity... Don't you dare, Farmer, to even think about distracting her from work!

Hah, Jeric had never thought of talking to animals as something out of the ordinary, because the young man often cooed with his hens on the farm, but discussing questions about immortality and universal power was something new even for him. And it's as if the Farmer is waiting for the turtle to answer. A little confused, but leaves Farmer and Torts alone without giving it much attention.

"Um... Everything okay, Farmer?" Walking together, Paula and Anton worriedly glanced at each other, not knowing how to react to this. It just looked to them as if Farmer, unable to bear being alone, had started talking to the turtle. Taking a seat next to Farmer, Anton will awkwardly start a conversation, trying to see if Farmer is okay while Paula, sitting on the other side, observes Farmer's behaviour and reactions. Both convinced that Farmer is okay, they reminded lastly that they can always talk to them.

"Oh, it's a... little weird, but we won't bother you..." Shanice, Richard, Pika, Malaya, and Rorenzo were trying to be as polite as possible to Farmer, who is talking directly to the turtle. At the same time, Ezekiel, Burt, Olga, and Bryle will sincerely make a WTF face and ask what's wrong with Farmer. A group of residents that were trying to be polite, slightly shush the other group so they don't hurt Farmer's feelings. Well, they talk to the turtle, so what? That's no reason to be mean to them.

To be honest, the first thing Philip wanted to do when he saw such an unusual situation was to check on Farmer's condition. Because it's very hot today, and wonder if Farmer might be a little sick..... No offense to him, the doctor's instincts in him kicked it harder, so he decided to check on Farmer's health just in case. Well, as long as all is well, then Phillip won't keep Farmer from socializing with the, uh, turtle.

Lenny is sure to get a laugh out of this situation. "I see you've decided to befriend absolutely everyone here, ha ha!" Even though she is teasing the youth, deep down she is happy to see that the newly arrived farmer, whom Lewis had earlier praised, treats not only people but animals as well with kindness and respect.

Interesting, but Flor, Kiarra and June will ask permission to join Farmer to talk about different topics. Their dialogue with the turtle seemed quite interesting, and they would like to answer Farmer's questions directed towards Torts (which the turtle won't answer, naturally). Who would have thought such an interesting discussion could happen near a small turtle pond. Weird? Oh no, they don't think Farmer is weird.

"Don't even try to offer fish. He's quite fussy about food I gave him... Aye, did give this turtle some nice pollock - I could eat that fish myself!" Carmen will only smile radiantly at the Farmer, who will sit next to the turtle pond and play with the water. In the eyes of the industrious fisherman, the Farmer is exactly like her hija, not averse to playing, and therefore not at all surprised at the Farmer playing with Torts.

Man, Sean would have loved to stay with Farmer and ask why they were chatting and hanging out with a turtle.... Except Ian grabbed his coworker by the collar of the shirt, urging Sean back to their office. So much work and packages to do - and Sean's picking on the Farmer and the turtle! Ian doesn't have time to find out what Farmer is doing, and no, Sean, you don't have time either.

"Maybe he's... hungry? We've already had some fruit ripening." Kimpoi is still making attempts to learn how to communicate with people again without worry, but the situation where Farmer is discussing the meaning of life with the turtle caught him off guard. Well, he's trying at least...

"Good day to you, young adventurer." Given that Lola and Freddie had seen a lot of strange things in their line of work, a farmer talking to a turtle was not unusual for them. Though they themselves were assassins in their youth, the couple has seen all sorts of adventurers wielding magic: the elements of nature, the invisible, talking to animals and trees.... So Freddie and Lola just smile at the farmer politely.

"Farmer, I think your friend has left you." Shiro thought that Farmer was talking to one of the residents, and didn't even notice the person they were talking to was no longer with Farmer. Recognizing that it was the turtle they were talking to, Shiro let out a quiet "ok" and walked away.

"What are you doing, Farmer?" Faye, Ysabelle, Corine, and Alissa were discussing what dresses they would wear to the next party as Corine noticed Farmer sitting near a small pond. The girls literally take an interest in Farmer and Torts for a couple minutes, and then immediately leave Farmer alone and move on to more important matters. Except that Alissa will offer some fresh fruit or berries from the farm for the cute turtle, and Corine will offer some lettuce leaves that were definitely left at Pika's restaurant.

"Kiwi tried to climb on the turtle's back. Kiwi wanted to go for a ride! The turtle got angry and threw Kiwi off..... Kiwi will get revenge! Got knives!" Kiwi keeps her distance, watching Farmer and the Torts, but doesn't dare come any closer. After the 'Torts Rodeo' ended in failure, Kiwi still holds a grudge against the turtle. And will now keep an eye on Farmer: what if they and turtle are evil duo?

Depending on how well Jio knows Farmer, his reaction will be different : if they barely know each other and Spirit's Realm is still under Gabriella's control, Jio will just think Farmer is an idiot. But, after all the events... Hmm, there's a reason Farmer would be talking to a random turtle.... He need to follow up on that.

Kenneth remembers how he too used to mumble about his inventions to his dog, Buddy. Buddy always barked happily at all the stories his master told him. Kenneth misses him so much..... Farmer's philosophical discussion with the turtle reminded the electrician for these times. He felt a little sad at the memory. And no, it wasn't strange to him that the new Farmer was chatting with the turtle.

#thanks for the ask! #sdv mods #stardew valley #ridgeside village #rsv #RSV headcanons #rsv ian #rsv sean #rsv kiarra #rsv blair #rsv zayne #rsv maive #rsv louie #rsv irene #rsv sonny #rsv bryle #rsv anton #rsv paula #rsv maddie #rsv ariah #rsv jeric #rsv june #rsv flor #rsv pika #rsv richard #rsv freddie #rsv lola #rsv kimpoi #rsv carmer #cannot tag everyone 😭

[bl00dst41ned]

Hey babe!! Can you pls do a fic or a headcanon about spending Valentine’s Day with Jobe?💗

*.·:·.✦ lovers' day ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x black oc (named her Liyah)

summary: in which it is February 14th and Jobe and his girlfriend, Liyah spend the day together

author’s note: since I loved the idea, Isa, I’ll give you a fic and a smau. took me so long to get the motivation to write it, I ain't proofreading it sorry

word count: 738

“Liyah hurry !” Jobe screamed for his girlfriend as he waited on her to go. He had booked to visit an aquarium and could not be late.

The girl finally came out ready to spend this special day with her boyfriend. Jobe paused for a second admiring the beautiful sight: his partner looking unbelievable in a brown dress, accentuating her brown complexion.

“Jobe” Liyah called making him get out of his daze. “Are we leaving ?”

“Ye-yeah, go ahead” He opened the door for her letting her in front before walking out and closing the door.

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“Look at the turtles, Jobe” Liyah’s eyes popped out in excitement as she stared at the animals swimming in front of her.

Jobe glanced at her face, watching how impressed she was. He knew how much she loved the marine world so seeing her so happy by his choice made him even more happy for the day.

They continued the visit hands glued together, watching the fauna through the glass. Once they got out, Liyah turned around towards her boyfriend grabbing him in a passionate hug. He nicely responded, wrapping his arms around her neck and placing a few kisses on her forehead.

“Thank you for this surprise, babes”

“Anything for you, love” He grabbed her chin pulling her for a quick peck on the lips.

They then headed to the grocery store to buy snacks. They have decided to have a home picnic and movie night, changing to a usual restaurant date.

“Are you trying to end up in a sugar crush?” Jobe asked seeing his girl pick up other snacks despite all the items in their hands.

“Mind yours and pick this please” She pointed to the sweets pack at the top aisle that she could barely reach.

Jobe raised his hand picking the pack of the front.

“Wait take one from behind” Liyah stopped him in his movement making him make a face.

“For what?” He simply replied, never understanding why she always did that.

“You don’t see the TikToks they be licking and spitting in the food and putting it back”

“If that makes you happy” He let out a breathy laugh grabbing a pack further behind.

“It does, thank you chicken” She thanked him calling him a silly nickname she knew he hated.

Jobe stopped in his tracks looking at her with the straightest face he could give making her laugh. Liyah took his hand in hers and dragged him towards the checkout until he eventually gave in and walked by himself.

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Liyah poured the crisps into a bowl bringing them to the coffee table. She had laid out all of the snacks on the table and re-heated the pizza they had bought on the way home.

Jobe had gone out for what he said was a last-minute buy. She heard the door open indicating he was back.

“Jobe, hurry the pizza is going to be co-” Liyah was approaching him before seeing what her boyfriend had bought.

“Aww babe” She dragged as he handed the big red roses bouquet. “Thank you so much”

“I have other gifts, though” He went into her room bringing a bag to the living room.

“Wait, me too” She brought them from a cabinet.

They exchanged what they had bought for each other, excited to see the reaction of the other. Once the pair was done, they went to sit on the couch getting their night started.

“Babe?” She acknowledged him. He turned his head her way, locking eyes with her and letting her know she had his full attention.

“Just wanted to thank you for this day” She looked down at her fingers, quite shy in front of him. “we may not have done much but it made me realise how happy you make me, even doing regular things” 

Jobe pulled her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. She brought him closer, hands on his cheeks, leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you” Jobe murmured close to her ear, causing her to feel butterflies in her stomach. 

Her eyes glistened looking at him as the words escaped his mouth. It was the first time Jobe ever worded it. And she knew he meant it. He had shown her every day that he did. This was just a way to seal it. At this moment, the only thing she could answer was:

“I love you too”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

I can see hr reader and Steve both being huge stationary nerds. Like ohhh look at that notepad with a little kitty or at this really cool fountain pen. Do they ever get each other stationary as a little surprise?

He doesn’t bother knocking, none of them do and that’s just another small tick on the docket of things that annoy you. Though the annoyance feels more akin to playful banter and endearing flirtation, you still find the occasion to sigh as if its some great weight upon your shoulders.

And still, your annoyance is quick to fade.

Its easy to find yourself replacing annoyance with mystification for both Steve & Bucky, especially when they decide to bat their blue-green and blue eyes at you. The way these men are so chaotic and deadly in their every day lives when they depart on missions, dealing with fates worse than death more often than not, they’ve still managed to hang onto that boyish charisma and charm.

And still…still you know that they’re a complex and boyish charm is one of the many layers of their being, just as their tendency to be dominating men in bed. While you’d only seen snippets of their dominative tendencies with a secure and sturdy hand on your hip in the elevator and a stern voice when you’d verbally pushed them, you knew that submission and teasing had gone hand in hand.

Dominative but soft.

“You come at the worst times.” Your voice of indignation was raised before Steve could get a single word out and then he had cocked an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching as he feigned a smirk.

“I have a gift, doll.” Steve stepped toward the desk and set the box down upon the wood, his eyes concentrated solely on you while you squirmed in your seat.

Gone was the uniform, the shield and the cowl. It was replaced with a pair of dark wash straight leg jeans and a plain white shirt that was coiled tightly against his broad shoulders and powerful chest. He was an enigma of a man, so many complex layers woven within himself and Bucky. Both beautiful. Both immeasurably bulky and large.

“A gift? You didn’t need to get me anything.” Your protest contradicts your motion of movement as you lean forward and grab the box, tugging at the silky ribbon that’s tied around the lid of the box and the girth.

The ties fall and you drag them out from under the box, tucking them to the side while Steve watches you. After the lid comes off you’re able to see the stationary set that’s safely tucked inside allowing you to gaze at the hand-drawn flowers and fauna on the edges and sides a delicate detail that was making it hard for you to catch your breath.

“Steve this is…” you hesitated on saying too much and not necessary, instead you kept your tongue and simply smiled warmly. “Thank you.”

“For your journal.” He states the fact, another poignant claim that steals your breath again, and you feel your guard slipping to an all new low.

“You know I journal?” The thick stack of paper is set to your right, hands quickly picking out every new gifted piece of this set, until the box is empty.

“We know more about you than you think.” Steve leans in and turns one of two fountain pen closer toward you and then raises his hand to brush a piece of hair off your cheek. “Don’t forget to say thank you, doll.”

Its the way he speaks that hails in a part of his dominative personality, the urgency to thank him for the gift is both a soft command and a warning that he won’t leave until you do. You’re taken for a moment, your breath hitched in your throat until you get control of your mind and lick your lips, a subtle chance to further gather your thoughts.

“Yes, of course.” Your mind wanders, it wavers and then you speak softly and gratefully. “This is beautiful, thank you Steve.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Sexual tension crackles in the air, it threatens to bubble over as he starts to recoil and stand to his full height, garnering your attention and wide eyed gaze to take in his full stature. “You be a good girl this weekend.”

You e almost forgotten that you’re going to a bachelorette party in Vegas, the trip almost completely slipping your mind until Steve mentions it. And as he mentions the command to be a good girl your stomach flutters and your thighs shake.

“I will.” You relay in return, watching him as he moves toward the door and stands halfway in your office and halfway out.

“I know,” Steve calls over his shoulder, blue-green eyes alight with desire, “you’re always our good girl.”

#stucky x hr!reader #Steve rogers x HR!Reader x Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x HR!Reader x Steve Rogers #stucky x Human Resources!Reader